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realcube · 4 years ago

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class 1-A’s love languages headcanons 💕

tw// swearing, crying, she/her reader

Yuuga Aoyama

his love language is words of affirmation

like tell him that he looks fabulous but he is also a talented hero

and. he. will. die.

of happiness ofc 🥰

and whenever you are feelin’ insecure he’ll do a pretend fashion show with you to boost you spirits (o゜▽゜)o☆

Mina Ashido

her love language is physical touch

but not in a *holds your hand 🥺* *kithes🥰* sorta way

but rather in a

“YOU’RE SO FKN CUTE, (Y/N)!!!” *aggressively pinches your cheeks*

and whenever she kisses/hugs you, it’s always a surprise attack form behind

she is also 159cm in height (almost 5″3)

so if you are shorter than her, she’ll sprint up to you and before you have time to react, she’ll engulf you in her arms

if you are around the same height as her, she’ll sneak up to you and try to jump onto your back, peppering you in neck kisses

and if you are taller than her, she’ll grab your hand and place a kiss on the back of it

Tsuyu Asui

i think her love language is gift giving

but not typically gifts from the store

it’s usually cute flowers or any sort of pretty flora that she finds on her walks

and she’ll sometimes come to your room just before lights-out and hand you a shiny rock or a colourful flower like “hi, (y/n). i found this flower in the park a nd it reminded me of you. so here, i hope you like it.”

then you cry (❤´艸｀❤) it’s too precious

also when she visits your dorm, she notices that you have a jar filled with all the flowers she’s every gave you and shE BRAIDS THEM INTO YOUR HAIR

and if you don’t have hair, she makes you a flower crown out of them

Tenya Iida

the king of gifts periodt ✋

to him, gift giving is kinda like a sport and if it was, he’d definitely be winning

he’ll be out getting groceries or sumn then he’ll pass the candy aisle and just *flashback to 3 months ago when y’all were studying together and you randomly said you were craving sour patch kids*

then he buys two packs of sour patch kids (❤ ω ❤)

so obviously excels during holidays like christmas, valentines day or your birthday

and if you make it explicitly clear that you need something (ex. water, medication, cutlery, soap etc.) and you will go get it in x amount of day(s)

expect it to be in your hands within 1-9 hours

“Iida, you didn’t have to rush out to get me Ibuprofen - I was going to go get some in a few days anyway.”

“Yes, but as a hero in training, you must agree that seeing your partner potentially suffer to due a preventable cause would be inhumane.”

“I-..”

Ochaco Uraraka

her love language is probably quality time

OR words of affirmation BUT ONLY ONLINE

like irl she loves going on lil’ picnic dates with you or dates to go watch the sunset or star-gazing..or literally anything where she gets to spend as much time in your presence as possible

you could literally take her on a date inside the sewers and she’d be like 🥰

in the moment (during the date) she just looks at you and wants to tell you how beautiful you are but she is way too nervous

but as soon you leave she texts you sumn like ‘OMG >< YOU ARE SO GORGEOUS 😍 AND I WANTED TO TELL YOU SO BAD BUT I COULDN’T 😩’

also, hypothetically, if she had a phone which supported social media platforms like Instagram and Snapchat

she would definitely be the sort of girl to post cute candid pics of you on any special occasion and i mean ANY

like she doesn’t want to just random post pics of you bc she thinks that’d be weird so she looks for any excuse she can

deadass she’d post a beach pic of you and her on her insta with a caption like, ‘happy pancake day to @y/n.l/n 🥰💖 on our first date we shared a stack of pancakes so this is a really special day for us 💓 i’m so blessed to have a stunning, smart, amazing gal like her by my side always 💕’

Mashirao Ojiro

he’s a physical touch kinda guy

sometimes he’ll randomly drape his tail over your shoulder to pull you close

or he’ll pat your head with either his hand or tail when ever you do anything remotely impressive

“ooh, i’ve apparently taken 17k steps so far today, ojiro.”

then he’d be like “that’s good” *pat pat*

he also gets butterflies whenever you hug his arm or tail while he is talking to someone

AND HE WILL KISS YOUR WOUND BETTER IF YOU GET A PAPER CUT OR SUMN

Denki Kaminari

bb is blushing profusely when you hand him a pikachu plushie , saying it reminded you of him

before that, he was probably a physical touch sorta guy but once he realised how awesome and special that simple action made him feel, he became a gift-giver

however, 99.9% the gift is a plushie and the other 0.1% it’s a doll

(he literally bought a whole fkn barbie bc you owned a dress similar to the one the doll was wearing)

“it looks exactly like you!”

“i don’t think so..” “it literally does!”

anyway, whether he is at the mall, in the town, in a gift shop or at the carnival, if he sees something that he knows you’d like or that reminds him of you, he’ll stop at nothing to get his hands on it

flashback to that one time at the carnival, there was a stall that had a huge fkn Kuromi plushie up for grabs

so he asked the lady running the stall if he could have it and she said it was all his, if he could get a ball into the basket 3 times in a row

-- my man was sTANDING THERE DESPERATELY TRYING FOR 30 MINUTES STRAIGHT 😭

and once he figured he couldn’t do it on his own, he got the bakusquad to help him out

(bakugo was all like ‘i’m not helping you, dumbass’ but kirishima convinces him to give it a shot and as soon as he misses on the third shot, he is livid.)

(”YOUR STUPID PARTY GAME MUST BE BROKEN, LADY!”)

anyway, after an hour of holding up the line, the lady just gave the plush to kaminari for ¥1000

but it was all worth it after he saw how thrilled you were 🥺

he came round to your dorm one day and noticed every plushie he had ever given you, sitting on your bed

you told him that they help you sleep and he just..died..

IT MADE HIM SO FKN HAPPY TO THINK THAT YOU TREASURE HIS GIFTS SO MUCH (≧▽≦*)

Eijirou Kirishima

his love language is words of affirmation imo but with a sprinkle of physical touch

like whenever he sees you looking nice or sumn..he’ll just tell you

he has no shame and why should he? he’s just telling the truth

if you walk into the room looking ✨immaculate✨ he will tell you

he’s just like ‘if nobody else is going to say it then I will.’

when your face lights up after he has just told you that you’re beautiful or that you’re one of the most likeable people he’s ever met; it makes his day every. single. time.

the sprinkle of physical touch is because he tells you what he is thinking all the time

and he thinks you’re stunning even when you are lounging around the dorm complex in casual wear and no makeup

so he’s aware that he might’ve watered down his compliments a bit by saying them too often

(even though he’s telling the truth every time)

so he likes to give you hugs and kisses to express his affection without seeming like he’s buttering you up

Kouji Kouda

honestly, idek which category he falls under bc he does so many different things to show his love

like, he’ll use his quirk to get a butterfly to land on your head so you can take the perfect photo for instagram

he always holds your hand in crowded areas so y’all don’t lose each other

(he would end up crying in the corner of a Hot Topic or sumn if he couldn’t find you tbh)

he writes mini-love notes v. late at night and uses his quirk to get an insect or bird to carry it up to your room

religiously takes you out on dates to the park

or library/study dates (p≧w≦q)

Rikidou Satou

acts of service but mostly to do with baking

if his s/o doesn’t like sweet treats then..it just..can’t work

he’s very good at noticing when you are down and what he bakes depends on the severity of the situation

like, if you’re just a bit bummed because you got a bad mark on a test, he’ll bake cupcakes and leave a few outside your dorm

obvs accompanied by a cute lil note abt how proud you make him and how you’re the most diligent person he’s met so he knows that you’ll succeed if you just persevere

and as soon as you come to him with your improved mark, he’ll bake you a cake with ‘congratulations, (Y/N).’ written on it

Mezou Shouji

acts of service. but like..service service

he treats you like royalty-

he is the kind of bf to give you his jacket if you’re cold

he can and will use his quirk to form more arms just so he can hold your bags along with his own

if you enter is dorm and he doesn’t offer to take your jacket immediately then i’m sorry to inform you but that is not shouji..that is toga in disguise

you’ll never have to open a door if you are walking next to him and don’t you dare even try to

just an overall gentleman tbh

sometimes you try to get him to stop being so kind bc you’re afraid ppl will think you treat him like a butler

so he’ll be like “sure ..

i’ll hold just your gym bag rather than your gym bag and school bag.”

“don’t hold any bags, shouji..”

Kyouka Jirou

her love language is definitely quality time

there is nothing she loves more than vibing with you in her room - whether y’all are studying, cuddling, playing videos games or something else - while chill music plays in the background, either from a playlist or from her playing it herself on one of her instruments

and sometimes when she’s feeling especially comfortable, she might hum a tune or sing some lyrics to match the mood

she asks you for suggestions for music to put on bc she loves introducing herself to new music

but when you’re concentrated, she doesn’t want to disturb you so she just puts on a playlist she made prior

she doesn’t create a new playlist each time you hang out but there is at least 10 new songs added to it every day

the playlist is called ‘lazy days w/ (y/n) 💕’

anyway, she just loves hanging out with you bc you’re one of the very few people who don’t annoy tf out of her

also - she’d never say it aloud but - she thinks you’ve got a very comforting presence and you make her feel so exhilarated whenever you laugh (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

Hanta Sero

Sero loves spending as much time with you as possible - hence, he’s a quality time sorta person

but i also think he’s barely a quality time guy bc he expresses his affection in so many different ways

he’s like a mix of 4

( not gift-giving, whenever it comes time to get you gift for whatever occasion, he’s always stumped and ends up asking someone for help)

he preforms acts of service in a sense that if you are both cuddling on the couch and you are cold - even if he seriously can’t be assed to move - he’ll force himself to get up and bring you a blanket

he is really good at compliments bc he barely has a filter so if he sees you looking good, he’ll straight up tell you

plus, he loves seeing your reaction - especially when you get all flustered

and physical touch bc..cuddles :)

to him, there is just something reassuring about having you in his arms

Fumikage Tokoyami

a quality time man mwah

he doesn’t play music on speakers when y’all hang out though, he just likes to sit with you and either mindlessly chatter or chill in comfortable silence

he also doesn’t put in earbuds bc he thinks it’s rude

(you assure him that you don’t mind if he puts his earbuds in but he is always like..no..)

he just loves your company bc he seriously can’t think of somebody he’d rather spend his time with

also he is convinced that he does things 10 times better with you around

when he’s not with you though, he misses you- like- seriously

sometimes he’s just out with his friends or watching a movie with his family and he is just like ‘this’d be more fun if (Y/N) was here-’

and you said that you missed him too when y’all weren’t together

so he did the reasonable thing and made you a playlist for you to listen to whenever you missed him ( •̀ ω •́ )

he sent you the link and your heart stopped bc it was literally called ‘i love you 🖤’ AND THAT WAS THE FIRST TIME HE’S EVER TOLD YOU THAT AAAAA

‘you’re so sweet, tokoyami 🥺 i love you tooooo’

and good thing that was over text bc otherwise you would’ve seen him blushing profusely (= ╯▽╰ = )

as for the contents of the playlist; it’s probably quite diverse

some alt pop, some indie, a bit of R&B, pop rock and a lot of Metal/Rock

Shouto Todoroki

his love language is acts of service

most of them are school related though

he can easily tell if you’re struggling with the coursework and asks you if you want go on a lil study date at the library or in his dorm

he also helps you with homework or explains the material to you if you don’t understand it

and he’s the best teacher since he’s extremely patient and well-spoken

if you’re feeling under the weather, he’ll head to your dorm to fetch your notebook so he can write the class notes for you

and he’ll put in the effort to make them as similar to your other notes as he can

so he flicks through the pages and (for example) if you have a highlighting code, he’ll look for the legend and highlight the notes he took accordingly

once school is over for the day, he goes to your dorm to drop off the notebook, putting it back in the respective part of your bag

and the next day when you open your notebook to check the notes, you notice that he wrote a little note for you;

‘get well soon 💛’

it was a simple, kind gesture but the small details like how he coloured in the heart with a glittery yellow highlighter he must’ve took from your bag had you blushing (^///^)

also, whenever you’ve scheduled a study date at his dorm, there is no way in hell you’ll walk into his room and there isn’t 2 bowls of fresh soba sitting on the desk

no way. impossible.

(or if you don’t like noodles, then two bowls of rice.)

Tooru Hagakure

physical touch bb

she just likes you to know that she is there

also she loves how soft your skin is ^^

she really likes surprise hugging you from behind and you’d think that she’d be very good at that considering that she is.. invisible.. but she’s really not

she has very unique and recognisable voice

and whenever she creeps up behind you, she’s always snickering quite loudly

but you like seeing her happy when she thinks she surprised you so you just think to yourself ‘get ready to pretend to be shocked’

so as soon as she wraps her arms around you and goes ‘boo!’, you jump and always say the same stupid line you wish you would stop using but it just comes out naturally

“ope, didn’t see you there, tooru.”

but it makes her laugh every time so maybe it’s not such a bad habit

Katsuki Bakugo

he’s definitely a physical touch kinda guy but tries to be an acts of service man..y’know?

he doesn’t want you thinking that he likes hugging, cuddling, kisses or any of that none-sense bc..he is a big macho king explosion murder

and he knows that if he gets to comfortable with showing affection through physical touch, it’d become a habit then he might do it in public and the last thing he wanted was a rumour coming out that ‘king explosion murder is actually a huge cuddle-bug dork!’

so he hides it the best he can and expresses his love by like letting you wear his hoodie and not cussing you out when you do something stupid

but the fact is, nothing makes him feel better than holding you in his arms - under a blanket or not - with your face buried into his chest and your arm lazing draped over his shoulder

he usually does a good job at resisting his urge to randomly kiss you or take your hand in public

but there was that one time

luckily, it was on a date rather than on a school outing so it was only you who knows about it

it was probably around 6 months after y’all first started dating and he took you on a date to the carnival

there was a gang of boys who looked around a few years older than y’all and they were chatting amongst themselves until they approached the line you and Bakugo were waiting in (to get onto a ride at the carnival) and the group of boys stood behind you in line

at first everything was alright; they were just chatting while you were raving on about the ride to bakugo but he kinda tuned you out after he heard one of the guys say something along the lines of

“she’s kinda hot- a bit young but so fit. i think she’s from the UA too.”

that comment was enough to make his blood boil but a separate comment from one of the other guys tipped him over the edge,

“yeah and look at the guy she’s with. he’s the feral guy that needed to be put in chains at the sports festival - how embarassing.” he snickered, which was genuinely one of the most annoying noises bakugo has ever heard

his voice was low, in a whisper so they probably didn’t expect bakugo to hear it over the background noise of the carnival along with the girl yapping in his ear

but he did

and when i tell you this man was livid

in that moment he seriously considered just turning around and burning each and every one of those guys into a crisp

but the law-abiding citizen and hero inside him said no

instead, he fiercely snaked his arms around your hips to pull you into his chest and looked over his shoulders to shoot literal daggers at the guys

he led you out of the line for the ride in silence and you followed him without question - having heard the things those guys said but choosing to pretend as if you didn’t

“What was that about?” You finally asked as he brought you over to a bench, pulling you onto his lap

“Nothing.” He said, oddly calm as he stared into the void

“Okay.” You rolled your eyes, deciding not to pry as you obviously already knew what provoked him to do that. “I’m gonna go get some cotton candy then. Do you want some?”

“No.” He replied monotonously, allowing you to hop off his knee but immediately grabbing your hand, preventing you from going any farther than arms length from him.

“you needy cow.” you giggled, playfully kicking his shin, “I’m so hungry - let me go!”

“No.” He replied in the same monotone voice. “I can’t be assed to move.”

You leaned back, pulling your whole weight backwards to try get Bakugo to release his grip on your hand and eventually he gave in and got up, sluggishly following you to go get cotton candy

you gleefully popped some of the delectable fluff into your mouth before sneaking some into bakugo’s mouth too.

“are you gonna let go of my hand any time soon?” you asked, wanting to hold the bag of cotton candy for yourself but instead having one hand interlocked with his and the other being used to rip small pieces off as Bakugo held the bag in his spare hand

“No.”

[(a/n): not the over-used jealousy trope 🙊]

Izuku Midoriya

definitely a words of affirmation kinda guy

bc he knows what it’s like to have to go through life with barely anyone besides your mother telling you that your great and that you’re worthy. it’s depressing and traumatic and he wouldn’t wish that misery on his worst enemy

so he’s like your personal hypeman :)

making sure that you always feel appreciated, confident and loved

during the sports festival or anything similar, he’s always louder than the cheerleaders when it comes to your turn to shine

“GO, (Y/N)! YOU’RE SO POWERFUL, YOU CAN DO THIS! I BELIEVE IN YOU! REMEMBER TO BREATHE!”

slightly embarrassing for him but when he sees you smile confidently back at him, every ounce of embarrassment melts away and he is just filled with joy

he gets really emotional sometimes as well

but not like ‘you just faced an opponent and won bc one all your hard work and training - i am so proud of you’ sorta emotional

but like ‘omg you walked into his dorm wearing a new dress and you look really beautiful and you smiled at him so emotions wash over him and he just cries bc he realises how lucky he is to have you.’

he loves to receive words of admiration from you too though

one time you wrote him a birthday card and signed it off as ‘the future wife of the #1 pro-hero’

and as badly as you wanted to just sign it as ‘from the future pro-hero 😘’

you didn’t bc you knew how happy the other option would make him

Minoru Mineta

idk perversion ig?

wait no his love language is titties and/or ass

Momo Yaoyorozu

gift. giving.

like you have no idea how much serotonin she gets when she sees you overjoyed at gift she gives you

bc in her mind she knows that it was her that made you that happy and no amount of trophies will ever compare to how accomplished she feels for being the reason behind your smile

she’s a QUEEN 👑 UGH 😩💓

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ginkgowritings · 5 years ago

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Hi!!! I love to see new hc writers around~ can I ask for some cute and domestic hcs with our boys? (If that’s too many then I’ll happily settle for just my boy gavin uwu)

Thank you for the request fellow birdcop fan~ I hope you enjoy it!

Gavin

Once you’re dating and staying at each other's places regularly Gavin starts looking after himself a lot more!

His sleep schedule will improve and so will his diet.

Gavin generally wakes up first, but he stays in bed with you as long as he can just enjoying your presence.

He makes sure to keep his food fully stocked so you always have nice food to eat. He can’t have you basically living off ramen like he used to.

You’ll get in the routine of trying to cook together for almost every meal. Originally, it’ll be a bit messy but as you both learn how to cook better you slowly become perfectly in sync.

Loves randomly grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into a kiss as you both move around the kitchen. It can be a kiss on the lips, cheek, forehead, basically anywhere he can reach quickly and surprise you.

Every workday after both of you are home you always eat dinner together and talk about your days. Gavin loves to hear about what you did that day and all your plans. He’s a bit hesitant to share details about his work at first as it isn’t always safe and he doesn’t want you to worry, but he gets more comfortable as time progresses.

At home Gavin is clingy. He wants to be next to you and preferably touching you constantly.

This leads to regular cuddles, whether it’s both of you hugging and entangling your limbs together as you relax or leaning against each other lightly as you both do something else.

You play video games together a lot. Gavin sometimes lets you win but he tries not to make it obvious. It’s totally obvious you just pretend not to know.

You help him look after all his plants. Gavin’s plant death rate goes down a lot with your assistance. He appreciates it so much and loves watching them grow.

Now that his plants are thriving he keeps getting more plants, eventually, he’ll just have houseplants everywhere. Gavin’s cactus army.

Besides plants, he starts decorating his home with lots of couple photos, especially ones where you’re smiling brightly because they’re his favourites.

He has a boxing bag at home and teaches you how to box. He wants you to be strong enough to fight if needed though he hopes you won’t need it, and he enjoys working out with you.

At home with Gavin is all about relaxing and spending time together before you both need to go to work again, so your comfort is always a priority.

Kiro

If Kiro could he’d just stay in bed with you all day. As a result, you both suck at waking up in the mornings, always trying to prolong it as much as possible by repeatedly snoozing the alarm.

Savin ends up with a spare key so he can come in and drag Kiro out of bed when needed.

Part of your waking up troubles is due to your bad sleep schedules. You constantly stay up together just talking about anything and everything. You don’t mean to do it, you both just get too into talking to each other and before you know it it’s 3 AM.

Kiro isn’t the best cook but he’s still a foodie. As a result, he knows all the best restaurants in the city that deliver and is super excited to share them all with you.

You order food at least once a week, eventually you’ll try every restaurant in the city. On every other day, you make basic meals together.

Movie night is a regular thing! Kiro is up to watch any movie as long as he can do so while cuddling you and eating lots of snacks.

He shares his movie chips and popcorn with you, that’s true love.

Like Gavin, you play video games together a lot but he’ll never go easy on you. Luckily, he’ll usually prefer playing on a team with you and versing someone else online so you’ll rarely have to compete against game monster Kiro.

You play Animal Crossing together to relax and his island is very chaotic. He just places everything he likes with barely any organisation so he eventually asks you for help to make his island nicer. When he’s on tour you’ll have virtual Animal Crossing dates!

Gives lots of random hugs and is generally pretty clingy. Lazy cuddles are always a must and one of his favourite ways to relax.

Kiro has a plushy collection and it’s only increasing with your influence. He always prefers cuddling with you, but they’re still nice to have as extra cuddle buddies.

Uses his free time to try new things with you. You end up trying all kinds of things together at home, anything from painting to at-home workouts.

Likes to play songs for you whether his own songs or a cover. Whenever he’s making a new song you’re the first to hear it.

Always wants to be close to you when writing songs, even if it’s just sitting next to you or holding one of your hands. It helps him think, especially if he’s writing love songs.

Homelife with Kiro is always super fun! There’s never a boring moment even when you’re just relaxing, he’ll always find a way to make you laugh.

Lucien

Please force this man to sleep I’m begging you.

Somehow he always manages to wake up on time even though his sleep schedule is trash and that can’t be healthy.

If you insist on staying up until he goes to bed with you he might improve a bit, he doesn’t want you to be unhealthy too. However, he’ll often sneak out of bed once you’re asleep and stay up.

Once you notice this you’ll have to take more precautions. Cue Lucien having to sleep in your iron grip where he can’t escape without waking you.

He’s a decent cook and will cook quite regularly, but he’ll also have quite a few heat-up meals for when you’re both too tired or just don’t feel like cooking.

No matter how long you’re together he’ll always enjoy teasing you when he can.

Leads you on with make-out sessions that he abruptly stops. You’ll be making out passionately, and just when you’re about to try and take it further he’ll just “That was nice, now back to work :)” and go back to his desk.

His home is ridiculously clean, the only clutter is the occasional stack of heavy textbooks and research papers but they’re always organised and put away quickly.

He tells you about his research but he isn’t always able to explain it in a way you’ll understand without a science background. He’s aware of this and just happy that you’ll still listen to him and remain interested even without understanding everything.

Likes hearing about your work too and is always willing to offer his opinion on anything you’re unsure of or just want to improve.

Will let you practice your proposals in front of him before you have to present to Victor and helps you improve them. He’s not shy when giving feedback and it’s always constructive.

You almost always have a big puzzle on the coffee table that you’re working on together. Lucien is ridiculously good at it and it’s a nice way for you both to relax together while still stimulating your minds.

Always prioritises your health and has the expertise to back it up, he can tell when you’re on the verge of getting sick and will immediately act to prevent it. If only he looked after himself properly too.

Movie nights where you watch old movies together while relaxing on the couch, occasionally getting distracted by the presence of each other.

You and Lucien both help each other improve in different aspects, bringing a nice balance to your relationship and home life.

Victor

Victor always wakes up at least an hour earlier than you and works out. After he’s done and showered he comes back to the bed and gently shakes you awake, planting a kiss on your forehead as you slowly open your eyes and look up at him.

On his rare lazy days, he loves staying in bed with you but rarely stays in bed for too long as he’s insistent on eating breakfast at an appropriate time.

He’s always cooking for you and loves watching you eat his food.

Tries to teach you how to cook but regularly gets frustrated so he still cooks by himself a lot.

When your cooking eventually improves he’s super proud and glad that he taught you.

When you’re both very busy he’ll find the time for you to meal prep together, making meals for at least a week so you’ll both have one less thing to worry about.

Doesn’t have many if any unhealthy snacks at home but makes up for it by making you pudding every so often.

You’re his taste tester for any new recipes. He always acts confident when presenting them to you, but internally he can be pretty nervous.

Knows your schedule really well so he always plans meals and time together around that.

Being at home with you is just so natural to him, it just feels right. He can’t imagine his home without you regularly around anymore.

Due to this, he’ll casually blurt out stuff like “When we’re married...” or “When we have kids...” without thinking about it because to him it just seems like something that’ll inevitably happen.

Asks about your reports and general work stuff even at home. Work is important to him and he wants you to be as successful as you can be. If you need help with anything he’s always happy to give you advice.

His home is originally relatively bare, he has a sleek decoration style with no clutter and basically no personal touches. However, with your presence, little personal touches start being added whether it’s a souvenir from trips you took together, a plush he won you at a fair, or just random things you both bought that reminded you of each other.

Homelife with Victor is calming and steady. Though there’s a regular routine you’re never bored and you’ll always enjoy the presence of each other.

#mlqc #mr love queen's choice #gavin #kiro #lucien #victor #mlqc gavin #mlqc kiro #mlqc lucien #mlqc victor #mlqc fluff #fluff #jasmine writes

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harryandmolly · 6 years ago

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Complicit // 7

summary: Shawn is under more pressure than he’s ever known. He craves release and comfort, the simplicity of sex. He gets more than he bargained for.

warnings: language, NSFW (unprotected sex, don’t do that), fireworks of one kind or another

WC: 9.2k (..... what)

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Penny barely noticed the June gloom this year. Her first few weeks of summer were so full of Shawn she never had the opportunity or need to pout about the hazy, cool gray of Los Angeles. She even found herself appreciating it on the morning she woke up tangled with him in Malibu, the screened window of their room open to let in the misty ocean air. The morning had blanketed them in fog. It felt like there was nothing left but them.

Penny couldn’t scurry away from him fast enough.

But now, just like clockwork, the gloom is gone. It’s high summer in Southern California. The sun browns the palm fronds that have fallen on her patio. The hardwood is too hot to walk on in her sitting room if she accidentally leaves the curtains open in the afternoon. Penny loves it. The sun is her friend. She spends all her free time hiking Pamela around the canyons and taking her to the dog friendly beaches in Malibu, all the time she doesn’t spend with Shawn.

He asks for a day date on the morning of July 1st. Silver arranges an early check in time at a bungalow at the Fairmont Miramar in Santa Monica. They order breakfast, eat a few bites of their fruit plates, then end up fucking against the wall. After spending an hour talking and eating their now cold but still delicious omelettes, they fuck in the bed, hot and lazy with Penny stretched out flat, stomach down on the crisp white sheets, letting Shawn bite at her shoulder blades once she allows him to come.

He follows his nips and nibbles with kisses, wet and plush. He eases out of her carefully, tossing the condom in the bin by the bed. He rolls onto his back with a contented sigh, feeling like slippery jello all over. He reaches out a hand to find her hair with his eyes shut.

“You sick of me yet?” he grunts.

Penny, flushed and wet, fully sated after a four orgasm morning with him, cracks a smile and drapes an arm over his stomach.

“How could I be sick of this?” she teases, sweeping her fingers down to brush his tired cock. His abdomen visibly clenches. He grins and shakes his head.

“I just don’t want to take up all your time. I know… I mean, I’m not your only client. I don’t want to hog you.”

Except that I do.

He ignores the throbbing thought in his head, one of the only ones he doesn’t feel he can share with her. He lowers his gaze to her soft fingers.

“I don’t have that many clients,” she admits with a soft shrug. She wets her lips and decides to continue into territory that a few weeks ago would’ve been verboten, “Once you become a courtesan, the fewer clients you have, the more appealing you are. Exclusivity is sexy. So is being available at the drop of a hat.”

Shawn bobs his head. That makes sense. But he can’t help but wonder if there have been instances lately where her other clients have tried to book her but he’s already snatched her up. Not that he regrets it.

“Speaking of… being available,” he murmurs, clearing his throat, raspy from his heavy moans, “Do you have 4th of July plans?”

She shakes her head. “No. Pamela hates fireworks. I usually lock us in my bedroom where it’s dark and quiet.”

She blinks and looks away, startled at how easily she feels like she can talk to him about her normal life. Or parts of it.

Shawn nods. “Oh yeah, no, that makes sense.”

Penny turns onto her side, propping up on her elbow. “But Gus is an excellent dogsitter.”

Shawn’s nose twitches as he tries to control a goofy smile. “There’s this party in Malibu. It’s not… I mean, it wouldn’t really be a hotel room thing, y’know, like usual. It’s-- I guess it’s just something I’d like you there for. Like, as a friend. But I’d pay you, obviously.”

As he starts to stumble through his words, he feels the dominoes start to crash until he silences himself. He chuckles, squeezes his eyes shut and tilts his head back. He doesn’t right himself until he feels her little fingers circling his adam’s apple.

“Will there be hot dogs?”

She’s smirking at him, letting her fingers trail down a little further.

“I… don’t know. Probably?”

He knows she’s just joking but he does feel nervous all of a sudden. He’s bringing her to a party with his friends and some of his team. It’s a risk. But it’s the kind of event that there’s no point in bringing Bex to, because there are absolutely no phones or paparazzi allowed. So he wants to capitalize and enjoy himself as much as possible, which means he wants Penny there.

“Good. 4th of July parties should always have hot dogs.”

Shawn lays his hand against his chest, spreading his fingers so the tips brush her arm that’s splayed over his stomach.

“It’s a white party. It’s at my friend’s friend’s house in Malibu, right by Nobu. It should be cool. Really chill, no photos or anything. And my friends will be there so you don’t have to worry about me, like, dragging you off to a bedroom or something.”

She lifts her eyebrows. He flushes, wondering how it is he lets his mouth just… go off without him like that.

“I wouldn’t say that’s something I ‘worry’ about,” she muses, “But are you sure you can keep those big beautiful hands to yourself that long?”

Shawn gapes playfully. “I have plenty of self control.”

The arm over his torso drifts so Penny’s hand can skim up and down the outside of his thigh. His adams apple bobs.

“Right. Your performance at the Vertigo Magazine party proved that.”

Shawn’s pink cheeks persist. He nudges her legs with his knee. “We were in that together.”

Penny’s lips purse. Her chin lifts, indignant but unwilling to pursue the point further. “Fine. If you’d like to prove you have self control, why don’t I put you to the test?”

Shawn’s cock stirs automatically at the idea of another challenge from her. He gropes desperately at any opportunity to impress her.

“Go one week without masturbating or having sex.”

Shawn blinks. “-- what?”

Penny’s placid smile grows a little evil. “Just a week. No hands, no toys, no girls until July 8th.”

He maps out the next week in his head. The party is in three days, then after that he’s doing a radio appearance in New York. He’ll be back in LA on the 8th.

“Ok,” he replies, “Fine. I can totally do that.”

Her lips curl. “I love the confidence. But… have you ever tried?”

Shawn frowns. “I mean, no. But I’m sure it’s happened.”

Of course it has. He’s busy. He travels all the time. He’s constantly exhausted and surrounded by people. Of course he’s gone a week without getting off.

…. Hasn’t he?

The hesitation must show up on his face. Penny’s haughty smile grows.

“Not since you were 11, I bet.”

Shawn huffs. “I can totally do this. This will be fine.”

Penny is quiet. He looks over at her, waiting impatiently for her next comment. She looks up from the firm muscles of his chest and raises a single perfect brow.

“You’re forgetting one thing.”

“What?” he sighs.

She relishes the hot, pulsing silence.

“You’ll see me in three days. And I’m not going to make it easy.”

The problem is, of course, that he’s thinking about it.

He probably could do it if he just did it accidentally, if he was so busy, flying four times in seven days like he sometimes is, his body lost between time zones with an orgasm the last thing on his mind.

But Penny did this to him on purpose. She planted the seed. Now, because he knows he can’t touch himself, it’s all he can do to stop.

He relishes every busy moment in the three days leading up to the party. He’s at a festival in Prague, of all places, so the jet lag helps keep him hazy enough that it’s not all consuming. He figures it’ll take a few days to cool down, that he’ll eventually forget he even needs to jerk off. He just has to get to the party on Friday.

But god, he knows her. He knows she’s not bluffing. She’s going to hang his blue balls like fuzzy dice from the rearview mirror of her Aston Martin by the end of this party. And he’ll be crawling after her for more.

He just… he loves the way she tastes. Her lips always feel so good anywhere they touch. Her skin is warm, but not in a way he’s used to. It’s not surface level, it’s like it bleeds out of her from somewhere deep. And she always smells nice. And he loves the noises she makes when she--

Shawn lets his head fall back against the American Airlines lounge wall with a clunk. He’s started to lose track of the number of times this train of thought has run him down in the last few days. But it’s Friday, July 4th. In a few hours, he’ll be stepping off the plane in LA and into a car to take him straight to Malibu, where the only thing that can save him from thinking about fucking Penny is booze. And maybe fireworks. Shawn loves fireworks.

Almost as much as he loves the way she whines when he gets his cock in her.

FUCK!

Penny plants a hand against the top of her head as she steps out of Gus’s Tesla. Her wide-brimmed snow white sun hat flutters in the coastal breeze. She pauses a moment, her back to the beach house, staring across the street at the line of valeted luxury cars as her hair flaps against her bare shoulders and back.

With a little wink and wave, and Gus’s paternal promise to be at a Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf 15 minutes away when she’s ready to leave, Penny shuts the door and turns to the house.

It’s very Malibu. It’s as sun-bleached white as she is, and matching every occupant she can see going in or out, and there are many. It’s gated and set back a ways from the main road, but she can make out throngs of rich, hot guests through the floor-to-ceiling windows and can hear the simmering house music from here.

In wide-legged trousers and a low cut halter, Penny looks more like a Studio 54 devotee than an LA-based escort at a 4th of July party. Her hips swing as she climbs the stairs, tilting her hat brim as she passes a group of curious twenty-something women in white bikinis.

She’s about to go wandering down one side of the crowded wraparound porch area when she hears him.

“Pen!”

Her head whips around. She grins, ignoring the sets of eyes on them from either side.

He’s barefoot in white jeans and a gauzy, partially see through white collared shirt unbuttoned down to there. His cheeks are bright pink, his curls are tamed with paste and his lips are wet from the beer in his hand.

He pads up to her with a big smile, hugging her around the shoulders lightly like she’s a casual friend who doesn’t know the kind of noises he makes when she strokes that one favorite spot of his with her lubed fingers.

He leads her inside where it’s less populated, weaving toward a quiet corner where she can put her bag. In a quiet bedroom, Penny has her back to him, dropping the almost comically large hat onto the bed and wiggling her fingers into her hair, fluffing her blown out curls, sweeping them off her back. Shawn watches them go and then fixes his eyes to what’s beneath. There’s a fading bruise on the top of her left shoulder blade from where he bit her as he came the last time they saw each other.

He has to remind himself with a rough swallow of beer that it’s not going to happen this time. It’s a little jarring, even though it’s not news.

“So,” Penny chirps, turning on the heel of her flat sandal, “Do I get a kiss?”

Shawn instinctively looks over his shoulder even though he knows very well the food was just served and the DJ’s second set just started so almost everyone is outside. He cracks a nervous smile.

“Ah, yeah, sure.”

Penny laughs. She doesn’t take his lack of enthusiasm personally. Especially because she knows exactly what happens to him when she gets her lips on his.

She crooks her finger at him, swiping the tip of her tongue along her lower lip as he approaches, slow and careful like she might bite him. Maybe if he’s lucky.

Penny drops a hand against his shoulder and tilts her chin up, waiting for him. He daintily places a hand on her waist and just brushes his lips against hers before slipping away.

Penny looks even more amused, digging her teeth into her lip. “That’s all I get, huh?”

Shawn shrugs, aims his gaze at the wall. “Well, you were the one that wanted to see my self control.”

Penny hums, nodding. “Very impressive. Let’s go find me a drink, hm?”

She slips past him, keeping her hair over her shoulder so her bare back is all he can focus on as he follows her.

Penny is the perfect courtesan, Shawn is absolutely convinced.

He knows he doesn’t have hard data on this, or even experience with more than one courtesan, but Jesus. She does her job so fucking well.

Up til now, he had only seen the closed doors part of her persona, the part that’s private, only for him (or for her other clients). Since they were avoiding each other at the Vertigo Magazine party, he hasn’t seen this side of her, the Professional Social Butterfly.

Penny is chatty without being obnoxious. She’s intelligent and well-spoken, a good listener and a great conversationalist. She’s witty and dry and earnest and sarcastic and sweet and the belle of the damn ball.

Shawn sighs as if in defeat, glancing at her over the rim of his vodka rocks. She’s been flitting around the party, focusing on his group of friends and teammates, charming each and every one. When they ask how she and Shawn met, she answers them without missing a beat.

“We met at the Vertigo Magazine Blue Hawaii party! He told me he liked my coconuts.”

Andrew barks a laugh at that. Shawn chuckles and goes crimson. Penny enjoys herself too much and tells the same punny joke half a dozen different ways depending on who asks.

He watches her turn from what looked to be a riveting conversation with Connor when a woman puts her hand on Penny’s shoulder. Penny turns and grins. She doesn’t look surprised at the greeting.

The woman, stately and palpably powerful in a blindingly white pantsuit with no shirt beneath the tailored, buttoned blazer, leans in to kiss Penny’s cheek. Her sheath of unbelievably straight black hair falls in front of them, obscuring his curious gaze. The woman murmurs something in Penny’s ear and then looks up at Shawn like she already knew he was there. Penny’s eyes follow. She smiles, and it’s quiet, reserved -- the same way she smiles at him when they’re alone talking in bed between orgasms.

It’s another half hour before she makes her way back to him, squeezing his bare arm. It’s somehow so casual that he doesn’t even think to look around for prying eyes when she does it, but so personal that his heart thrums faster in his chest.

“Hi.”

A single word and he’s practically panting for her. He doesn’t know if it’s from watching her blend so well into his real life or from the challenge she set him. Either way, he looks at her accusingly.

“You’re so good at this.”

His voice is hushed enough that she doesn’t have to shush him. She blinks.

“Good at what?”

“Everything,” Shawn groans.

Penny smiles and it makes Shawn wish she would pin him against a wall already and go to fucking town.

“Could you do me a favor?” she asks earnestly, cocking her head at him, looking apologetic. He nods.

“Could you grab the little blue case from my bag? I brought a couple joints from that place you like.”

Shawn smiles at her thoughtfulness and wanders off, pleased for something to do. He’s knuckle deep in her purse when he hears the door shut behind him in the spare, empty bedroom.

He looks over his shoulder. She’s there, holding her sweating glass of gin, looking hungry.

“Pen…” he warns weakly, shaking his head, knowing he won’t stop her doing whatever she wants. He knows he doesn’t want to.

She puts the glass of gin down on the glossy white dresser. Every piece of furniture in this house is white. Penny finds it cold and ridiculous. She rubs her fingers on the surface as she passes it with a sigh.

In an effort to distract her, Shawn pipes up.

“Who was the woman you saw before? It seemed like you knew her.”

Penny stops toe to toe with him, sliding a hand up his arm. She missed the firmness of it, the warmth, even if it’s only been a couple days. Even if he’s not really hers to miss.

“That… was Silver,” Penny answers carefully, glancing up to his eyes to catch the flash of recognition she knows she’ll see there.

“Oh!” Shawn crows, “Silver, Silver? La Splendeur Silver?”

Penny bobs her head and rests her cheek on his shoulder, letting her breath fan out over his bare chest, watching him quake. “The very one.”

Shawn stands awkwardly, every nerve ending in his body begging him to hold her as she rests herself against him, but he’s not so easily swayed, not even by Penny.

Right? Right.

“Wow. Did you know she’d be here?”

Penny nods, fingers tripping up over buttons to toy with his chest hair. Did her fingers get softer somehow?

Jesus, he’s losing it.

“This is her old house. She sold it to Natasha, who sold it to your friend Patrick. She gets invited every year.”

Shawn feels himself bobbing his head dumbly, trying to focus on the power of speech rather than the way Penny’s lips press lighter and lighter against every inch of his exposed chest. He can’t help it. He cups her hip, works at the fabric of her halter with his thumb until he reaches some bare skin.

“I should say hi later,” he whispers, tilting his head as her kisses reach a little higher to his collarbone and throat.

Penny grins, bare teeth against his neck, “Yes. Thank her for her service to the community. The woman that launched a thousand orgasms.”

Shawn’s eyes drift blissfully shut, unable to fight it a second longer when she gets her tongue on the set of freckles on his neck that everyone on social media says looks like a vampire bite.

“More than that,” Shawn sighs, “You’ve given me at least a couple thousand alone.”

Penny coos, leaves him a biting kiss for his sweetness. His breathing quickens pace.

“Just… don’t leave a mark, ok?”

Penny’s heavy lidded eyes blink slowly. Her long lashes skim his skin, leaving it erupting in a forest fire of goosebumps. She bites her pillowy lower lip and tilts her head.

“God, you really shouldn’t have said that.”

With a final nudge of her nose, Penny comes up higher on her toes and bites hard into those little freckles, feeling him tighten in her arms like the prey to her predator.

“Shit,” Shawn mutters, squeezing his eyes shut, his head falling back in surrender.

She’s going in on his neck. He never had a chance, not as soon as she got her mouth on him. He huffs a breath, thinks about telling her to slow down, but then she’s pushing him into the wall and making this happy little suckling noise against his skin and he just… can’t.

Shawn’s hands fly up, cupping the back of her head, letting her have him. What else can he do? He sighs, brows furrowing with each shock of a nip she leaves along his throat and it starts to occur to him, slowly, foggily, that she’s not leaving one mark. She’s leaving a whole fucking trail of them.

“Penny,” he whines, weakly wriggling away from her constant, attentive sucking. Somewhere below his jaw, she squeaks, thrilled with her own mischief, and pulls away to assess.

Her slender fingers run against the trail that winds from his clavicle up to just under his ear. They’re an alarming, pulsing red, purpling by the second, the perfect claim.

Penny reaches for the tube of NARS lipstick and her compact while Shawn kneads his fingers against his skin. He watches her reapply, shaking his head.

“You’re gonna get me in so much trouble,” he groans, wincing when he pokes a particular tender spot and in the same moment, imagines Andrew’s face when he walks out with these red welts all over his neck.

Penny smacks her painted lips and reaches for the little blue case full of weed in her purse. She shakes it with an innocent grin.

“These should soften the blow.”

They didn’t. Andrew’s expression is flabbergasted, dumbstruck, annoyed, irate. He looks at Shawn, then back at Penny, then back at Shawn again. Penny doesn’t look fazed. She flicks at her lighter and passes the joint to Andrew.

“Here you go, man. That one’s all for you.”

With a tug on Shawn’s arm, she drags him away from his friends to wander the party.

“I can’t believe I let you maul me in the guest bedroom,” Shawn marvels, rubbing at his neck again.

“You just taste so good, baby,” she sighs, like it was completely beyond her control.

“So do you,” Shawn mutters a little bitterly.

Penny turns, wearing an amused smirk. “Have you been thinking about me this week?”

Shawn hesitates, then nods. He wets his lips, “But…” He lowers his voice, “I’ve been good.”

Penny already knows. She can tell. He’s not a mess or anything, just a little keyed up. She guesses he’d be even a little more relaxed without her here. But she told him she wasn’t going to make it easy. He had fair warning.

Penny perches on the edge of a chaise, gazing out at the water. She stretches one arm out beside her, rolling her melting ice cubes in her glass.

Shawn watches her, knowing she can feel his attentive gaze. He studies the elegant shape of her nose and cheekbones, the wide set of her big brown eyes, the angle of her jaw. She’s beautiful in a perfectly touchable, comfortable way. He wants to touch her. He curses himself for not requesting the agency book them a room for after the party.

He’d even skip fireworks if it meant making some of their own.

Silver approaches from behind Shawn. Shawn doesn’t notice at first, not until Penny is smiling over his shoulder. He likes that smile. It doesn’t have the same mask to it that she wore at the Vertigo Magazine bash, or earlier with his team. It feels like a secret.

Silver sweeps some of her angled bob out of her face in the ocean breeze and sits beside Shawn, her legs crossed at the ankles. Shawn blinks, finding himself wondering if Silver is the one who taught that to Penny. He straightens up, suddenly feeling tense, like the principal just walked into the classroom and he doesn’t want to be caught goofing off.

“Where’s your My Fair Lady hat?” Silver asks with a dry smile, sharing a conspiratorial glance with Shawn that settles him a little. His shoulders soften.

Penny’s little nose lifts defiantly. “Inside. It became… hazardous. It’s too big to be wearing at a party this crowded.”

Silver nods like she already knew what Penny was going to say. Penny huffs.

“I love that hat, I never get to wear it!” Penny crows.

Silver chuckles, then finally reaches out a hand to Shawn, deciding a formal introduction is in order.

“Silver Akiyama. Lovely to meet you.”

Shawn shakes her hand. It’s cold and bony but her grip is as firm as he expected from looking at her.

“I’m Shawn,” he replies, his voice a little blunted. Penny tries not to smile at his nervousness. She loves watching Silver make people squirm.

“I know,” Silver answers easily, taking her hand back. Shawn laughs awkwardly.

“It’s nice to meet one of Penny’s best friends,” Shawn blurts, looking between the women and down at his glass.

Silver’s crisp dark eyes lift curiously to Penny’s. Penny buttons her lips and looks back out at the water.

“Oh? Been a topic of conversation, have I?”

Shawn starts to blanch. “N-no, I just mean… I mean, she’s mentioned you, that’s all. Like, in passing. We don’t, like, talk about you. She’s just, y’know, she said…”

Penny sighs, flattening her smile. “She’s messing with you, Shawn.”

Shawn blinks. Silver’s smile is a flash of perfect teeth that reminds him of a shark. He again hisses an uncomfortable laugh.

“Oh.”

Penny snorts, shakes her head. “Cruel, cruel woman.”

“The young, sweet ones are so fun to torture,” Silver replies, like it’s obvious. Shawn quietly begs for a reprieve from the universe.

“He’s my toy to play with, Silver,” Penny hums, letting her eyes linger over the still angry marks on Shawn’s neck. Silver follows her gaze. Shawn’s face grows hot. Her territorial comment gets his blood moving south.

“Well I’m glad you two seem to enjoy each other’s company so much,” Silver murmurs, glancing between them. Shawn wonders what it is Silver sees.

He sits back a little and thumbs at the rim of his glass. “We do. A lot. Like making you come six times in a row a lot, right Pen?”

A bit surprised at his own quick serve back over the net, Shawn looks up at Penny from under his dark lashes. She looks surprised and a little impressed. Shawn slugs back what’s in his glass and reaches for the empty one in Silver’s hand.

“Can I get you a refill?”

Silver chirps a delighted laugh and hands him her glass. He strides off toward the bar, wondering if Penny is watching him walk away.

The party ended in the kind of fireworks Shawn used to love, but not the kind he’s craving with the woman standing in front of him. He craves being able to plant his hands on her waist and rock his hips against her while she kisses him hard and fast over her shoulder. He thinks about dropping to his knees and tugging at the zipper of her trousers. He thinks about scooping her up and taking her against the wall like she let him do in Vegas.

Instead, with a sparkle in her pretty brown eyes, she kisses him, slipping her tongue against his for the briefest moment before she’s settling into the backseat of the Tesla, grinning at Gus.

She promises to see him on July 8th and asks him if he’d like to pick the spot. Flustered, he mutters something about being willing to meet her behind a dumpster if it’s all he can get. She laughs, the real laugh, the one that pops and sizzles when she releases it, glowing and real, without a mask. He goes to bed smiling that night even without an orgasm.

If Penny had to guess, Silver’s least favorite thing about her is her inability to shut up while they’re working out.

It’s not even that Penny is a very chatty person. She’s more of a listener than a talker, which means her outings with Silver are pretty quiet, but comfortable.

Not their fitness dates, though.

There’s something about the adrenaline of a workout that gets Penny’s mouth moving. She even got asked to leave a hot yoga class once because she couldn’t shut up about Peter’s summer exchange trip to Zimbabwe. Silver should’ve learned then. She should’ve stopped inviting her to workout classes. She always forgets what this is like.

In a naturally lit warehouse space in Los Feliz, Penny and Silver are positioned on side-by-side pilates reformers. Silver tilts her head to watch her chattering best friend and huffs.

Even though she can’t keep her mouth shut, Penny’s form is perfect. Her arms press the strength cables down to the bench while her outrageous legs stretch high in the air, toes pointed like a dancer as she scissors them slowly to the exact beat that their instructor counts out.

Silver groans, her arms shimmering with sweat as they bend a little at the elbow, slackening the cables. Penny doesn’t notice, talking over the instructor as she scissors faster like it’s no trouble at all.

“-- and I think it’s good, you know, that he’s trying something new. He’s never been on a date with a nice boy before. Peter loves a scoundrel. I guess we’ve always had that in common. But I mean--”

Silver’s quivering eyelids snap open. She has to find a way to shut her up. She turns her head and takes a shaky breath, interrupting.

“How is Shawn?”

Penny stops abruptly, looking over at Silver. Her scissoring loses rhythm. Silver feels only a little bad, and a lot competitive.

“He’s… fine, I think. He’s not in LA right now.”

Silver nods. “When’s he coming back?”

Penny frowns and turns her face back up toward the ceiling. Silver watches her arms shake.

“Tomorrow, I think.”

I think. I think.

Penny pretends she doesn’t know. Silver knows. Silver knows that Penny knows. In fact, Silver is pretty sure Penny is counting the hours.

“What’s it been, over a month with him already, yeah?” Silver pants.

Penny huffs. “Yeah, I guess. Five weeks.”

“Hasn’t slowed down at all, like you thought it might.”

Penny shakes her head, closing her eyes as she fights to focus on her impressive core muscles.

“I wonder,” Silver begins, lifting her arms when the instructor directs them, “If maybe… there’s something to be careful of here. An attachment.”

Penny hasn’t heard this warning from Silver in a long time. Years. Since before they began La Splendeur. Not since she was a new escort getting used to the dynamic of offering so much emotional and physical comfort to a stranger and feeling that swell of affection and gratitude in return -- all on a strictly professional level.

“I’m not concerned about it.”

Penny’s voice is a little gruff as she shifts positions. On her knees, with her right foot hooked into the cable, she presses back slowly and easily against the resistance. Silver mirrors it, struggling a little more.

“No? Well, I suppose you would know,” Silver allows, holding something guarded in her voice, “I just wanted you to be aware of it.”

Penny’s eyes glaze as she stares down at the padded mat below her.

“Is… this about the necklace?” Penny pants as the exercise becomes a strain.

Silver shakes her head. “This is about the way I saw you looking at each other at that party. But you are very fixated on that necklace.”

Penny’s eyes squeeze shut. She hates it when she feels like she walks into Silver’s traps. They remind her too much of her actual mother, rather than the surrogate she has found in her older, wiser best friend.

“It confused me at first,” Penny argues, “But… it’s fine. It was just a nice, very generous gesture. He doesn’t… I mean, it doesn’t mean to him what it means to me.”

Silver opens her mouth, raises her eyebrows, about to respond when Penny speaks again.

“And if it doesn’t mean anything to him, then it doesn’t to me either. That’s the whole point. I got worked up over what I thought was a symbol that he doesn’t even understand. It’s fine. It’s just jewelry.”

Silver’s eyes slide shut as her limbs relax. The class is ending. They lie back to stretch.

“I didn’t mean to upset you,” Silver breathes, “I just want you to be careful. I see something between you. I don’t know what it is. But you need to know it’s there. And you need to watch it.”

Penny sniffs a little defiantly, then nods. “I know.”

Her voice is heavy. Silver reaches out, lays her hand on the edge of Penny’s machine. Penny looks down at it, somber.

“I know you do, love.”

It’s mid-afternoon on July 8th when Penny gets a call on her work cell. The gold-cased phone rattles against the marble countertop as Penny steps out of the shower smelling like citrus and gardenia. Dripping onto the floor mat, she reaches for the phone to see his initials flash on the screen.

S.M.

“Couldn’t wait four more hours to hear my voice?” she teases after answering.

“Hey,” Shawn murmurs, at once more agitated and somehow soothed by her voice, “I have to cancel tonight.”

Penny blinks at her reflection. She purses her lips. “Oh. Ok.”

“My… fucking flight got cancelled. There’s a storm in the midwest. No one can get anywhere west of Chicago.”

His voice is strained and quiet. He sounds like he’s at the airport. Penny sweeps her wet hair over her shoulder.

“That’s a shame,” she sighs.

Shawn’s head falls back. “Yeah.”

Penny, annoyed enough at the universe to want to twist the knife in him, says, “It’s really too bad. I’m all wet and everything.”

Shawn is quiet for a few beats too long. “... you…”

She chuckles. “I just got out of the shower.”

Shawn’s teeth scrape along his lower lip. He wants to taste her skin just out of the shower. He wants to know what she uses that makes her so soft.

“All cleaned up and nowhere to go.” He tries to laugh.

“Can you handle being my good boy a little while longer?” she asks, voice so warm and heavy he feels like she’s behind him, whispering in his ear.

Shawn scrubs a hand through his hair, tugging hard at the back to ground himself. “Yes.”

“Good. Call me when you’re back in LA. I’ll make it worth your while.”

She hangs up. He slumps against the hotel room wall.

Shawn hates the weather. He hates planes. He hates the midwest. He hates everything keeping him from her.

And he hates her, just a little. Because knowing he’s trapped in a hotel room in Manhattan, knowing he hasn’t gotten his rocks off in a week just because she asked him not to, knowing he’s alone and thinking about her, she decides it’s not enough.

At 10:24pm, he’s lying on top of the sheets in a t-shirt and boxers, staring at the Food Network, trying not to imagine what he’d be doing with her in their hotel room at the Hotel Bel Air. His phone buzzes. He swipes at the notification without even really looking first, desperate for stimulation.

But not this kind.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Penny,” he spits, his voice unrecognizably high and stretched. He drops the phone and springs off the bed, pacing.

It’s without a doubt the dirtiest, filthiest, sexiest sext he’s ever received. Out of nowhere, unprovoked, unwarranted. He groans, yanking at the hem of his shirt, tilting his forehead against the cool window that looks out into the humid New York night.

Her eyes are wisely left out of frame. He can see a hint of hard nipple at the bottom. Her fingers are wrapped around the handle of a slender purple vibrator that seems to be coated in, well, her. The curved tip is in her mouth, her tongue mid-swipe along the side, catching what she’s dripping. There’s no caption.

Shawn can’t fucking breathe. And there’s no escape. His cock twitches hard in his boxers and before he can get a handle on himself to stop, he shoves his hand below the waistband and wraps his fingers around his pulsing length.

“Baby,” he grunts, his eyes sliding shut, his head falling back. Even the gentle pressure has his head spinning.

He shakes his head. He can’t fucking wait anymore. He just can’t, it’s too much. He was only supposed to wait until today anyway. And she wasn’t supposed to send him… that.

Maybe this is her permission, he thinks desperately, thumbing at the waistband of his boxers and wriggling until they drop to his feet. He kicks out of them, reaching for the neck of his t-shirt, ripping it away from his overheating body.

Maybe this is Penny telling him to go ahead and get off, to start without her. He’s been good the whole week, did exactly what she asked. He even dealt with the consequences of her stunt with the hickeys on his neck at the party, telling a very stern Andrew that they’re just friends, really, and they were drunk and fucking around. It won’t happen again.

So he’s been her good boy. And she wouldn’t have sent him something so, so painfully hot if not to help him fuck his fist while imagining it’s her.

The logic is frayed and hazy but he’s too far gone to care. Once naked, he scrambles for his phone, staring at the picture, at the way her tongue curls around the tip of the toy, at how soaking wet it is right down to the handle. She took it so nice and deep just like she likes.

Shawn’s on his stomach with the phone on the pillow below him, rutting against the mattress. He releases a grunt with each thrust, raspy and a little manic. He’s let go of any of the self-awareness that would have him cringing at his own desperation, at his willingness to fuck a pillow just to satisfy himself on this basic level.

Shawn’s head lowers. He spreads his knees and rolls his hips harder, muttering her name under his breath. He closes his eyes. He feels her warm limbs wrapped around him, her plush lips on his ear while she whispers filthy things to drive him insane, her fingers tugging at his hair to make his hips snap a little faster.

But she’s not there. She’s not here.

Shawn’s hips slow. His shoulders start to soften. He sags toward the bed with a whimper.

She’s not here.

It’s not worth it. He knows it’s not what she wants. She wants him keyed up and ready to explode when he has the pleasure of being physically with her. He was kidding himself, making excuses to let himself give in.

His knees slide until he’s flat on the mattress with his aching cock trapped against the duvet. He closes his eyes and groans.

After a minute or two, he rolls over, tucks himself under the covers and forces himself into a fitful sleep with Ree Drummond on low volume teaching him how to make a chicken enchilada casserole.

Penny’s in the tub, luxuriating in her Laura Mercier Crème Brûlée Honey Bath after a good long run through the canyons with Pamela, who naps dutifully on the shaggy bath mat beside her. They both deserve a rest. It’s been hot as hades in Los Angeles the last few days, nearly unbearable. Penny wouldn’t have put Pammy through it, but the poor thing was desperate for the exercise. Penny ran them both ragged in the hopes that it would satisfy her pooch enough to keep them out of the sun for a while.

Penny eyes her snoring three-year-old German shepherd with a smug grin. She thinks it worked.

She eases back against the towel she rolled up as a neck pillow and closes her eyes, lifting her toes to peek out from between the bubbles. Her work phone buzzes persistently on the tile behind her.

S.M.

Her nose twitches over a little smile.

“Hey, you.”

“Hi,” he sighs, “I’m getting on a plane. If they want to cancel or delay this flight, they’re going to have to deal with me tying myself to the wing. I’m coming home. I want to see you. Please.”

He sounds like he’d start crying if she said no. She snuggles down further in her bubbles and narrows her eyes at her painted toes.

The truth is, she can’t tonight. She was vainly hoping whatever storm is clogging up flight patterns over the midwest would last a little longer. She has a date with Julia, who has been in Bahrain. Her suitcase is already packed with all Julia’s favorite things.

She bites her lip and lets her head fall back.

“Ok. Yeah. I-- I can make that work. I’ll call the agency and get us a room. I’ll text you the place.”

Shawn’s sigh of relief is enough to convince Penny she made the right move. She twists her fingers into her clipped up hair.

“Thank you. Ok. Yeah. I’ll see you later.”

Julia was gracious about it, of course. Penny has only cancelled on her once before and it was because she was so sick she couldn’t get out of bed. Penny made it up to her by sitting on her face for almost an hour the next week.

She’s power walking down the hall, cast in an orange glow, trying not to think about how eager her sore and exhausted body seems to be to see him. She manages to slow herself down, shaking her head a little, feeling her flossy curls bounce around her breasts. Her fingers flex and wiggle by her sides. She turns a corner and sees Gus standing sentry by the door, just as expected.

His eyebrows lift at her expression. She ignores it and pats his arm as a silent thank you. He opens the door.

Shawn’s standing just inside. He must have heard the snapping of her stilettos against the tile. His hands are clasped in front of him and his entire body is tight and tense. His eyes flash as he smiles at her.

“There’s my good boy,” she sighs, feeling her own body loosen in relief as she walks up to him, cupping his flushed face in her hands.

His eyes slide shut. He preens, basking in her attention.

“Oh god, I missed you,” he admits on a choked exhale. He shakes his head a little, laughing at himself.

Penny slips her hungry hands down to his shoulders, squeezing in admiration, stepping closer so he can cup her hips.

“I can feel it, baby. You’ve been so fucking good for me. Even after the trick I pulled on you yesterday.”

She bites her lip, a semi-apologetic gesture. He can see the flash of mischief in her eyes that tells him she's not really sorry. He wouldn’t expect her to be.

He ducks his head and laughs. “I almost…” He trails off and shrugs, “I knew I wanted to wait for you. It’s not the same without you.”

Penny runs her tongue along her top row of teeth. Her glossy lips glisten in the low light of the room. Shawn hums, staring at them.

“Damn fucking right it’s not.”

Her voice is as sharp as her slimly tailored black suit. She steps back and flicks her fingers at the button of her blazer, flinging it off into the corner. She’s bare beneath it, bronzed skin simmering warm, her light brown nipples hard at attention. Shawn swallows, watching her reach for the hook and zipper at her waist, shimmying out of her painted on ankle-length trousers, kicking at her patent leather heels.

She’s in quite a hurry to get naked for him. Maybe she’s needed this as badly as he has. Maybe the romp with the purple bunny toy wasn’t enough for her. Maybe she needs him, too.

He shakes his head to rid himself of the distracting idea once she’s down to a simple black satin g-string that’s getting kicked into a corner. Shawn drops to his knees automatically, a reflex he’s gained over the last month as he’s learned her and what she likes, what she expects from him.

“I bet you wanted it so bad last night. I bet seeing me get that toy so wet made you crazy,” she growls, her toes curling against the floor. He watches them in amazement until her fingers under his chin lift his gaze back back to hers.

“I bet you couldn’t stop thinking about how fucking wet I get on your cock, how tight and perfect I feel. How no one has ever made you feel like I do, how it gets better every fucking time.”

He’s blinking at her in amazement, his cock straining against his jeans, his hands planted firmly on his quads. He nods eagerly like she’s reading out the thoughts in his head word perfect.

“Yes,” he hisses, “Fuck, Penny, you know… god, you know how good you are. You know I’ve never come for anyone like I come for you. You know-- I’m--” He whimpers, lets his head tip back like he’s giving into it, “I’m yours.”

That sets something off in her like a bottle rocket. With a little fist clenched around the dark green collar of his shirt, she drags him to his feet and starts stripping him, not at all gently. He starts to try to help but his fumbling fingers just get in her way. She knocks them aside with a dangerous little giggle, getting his shirt unbuttoned in record time. He kicks off his boots, keeping his hands on her while she still lets him, skimming along her back and ass and upper thighs like he doesn’t know what he wants most. Finally, she gets him naked with her, his bare body pressed so insistently against hers there isn’t a breath of air between them.

With her hands on his ass, the one she had purpling for her this time last week, she maneuvers him to the couch and pushes him to sit, dropping into his lap to straddle him before he can even settle in.

“Shit, Jesus,” Shawn croaks as her wetness presses right up against his twitching cock. She shows him no mercy. He doesn’t want any, not if it means space from her, from this.

He looks straight at her. Their hungry eyes are level as she grinds into his hips. He scoops his hands up her lower back and under her hair to cup her shoulder blades. He grips her harder, gathers her closer. Her eyes go molten under heavy lids.

“Bet… you wanna kiss me,” she breathes. Shawn’s brow wrinkles as he moans. In their heated rush he realizes he hasn’t even tasted her mouth yet. His eyes lock with hers. He nods, tiny short little spasms of his head, insistent.

“Please.”

Penny smiles, lifts her fingers to his cheeks and closes her eyes, leaning in to him. Just before their lips touch, she pulls away. She watches his eyelids flutter open. She grins and leans back in, only to pull back again. He wets his lips and huffs impatiently. She knows he knows better than to take without her giving, even if he could do it easily.

“Say it again,” she breathes, her warmth and closeness dunking him into a fog. The crease between his brows softens.

“Please, Penny.”

She melts into his kiss -- it’s warm and soft, eager without being grabby. His fingers massage her shoulders as she tilts her head, exploring further, pushing him into the back of the couch.

Kissing him is unlike anything else she gets to do with Shawn. Nothing else gets him quite so soft and gentle and malleable in her talented hands. There’s something about her lips that quiets him so completely, silences what even she hears as the buzzing in his mind.

When she pulls back from him, their wet lips separating audibly, her fingers pinched against his cheeks, she licks her lips.

“My good, sweet boy,” she muses, running her lips that taste of him against the cut of his cheekbones, the edge of his nose, his forehead and eyebrows. He waits, breathing heavily, ever patient.

“I want to give you something special,” she continues, easing back a little to look at his face when she tells him.

His flooded eyes are wide and waiting. His lips twitch. She leans back in, tilting his head back, closing her eyes as she speaks into his mouth.

“Want you to come inside me.”

Shawn’s eyes snap open. His whimper is loud and forces all his muscles tight and coiled in shock. She licks inside his mouth, scraping against the ridge of his front teeth as she pulls back to look at him. She’s satisfied by the awestruck look on his pretty face.

“Yeah?” he breathes.

She nods. “Wanna feel you come so hot and hard in my pussy, Shawn. Can you do that for me?”

His arms tighten around her like he’s worried she’ll climb off him. He nods, big, heavy bobs of his head that leave no room for misinterpretation.

Penny hums and starts rocking her hips, watching his eyes glaze. His hands remain where they are, plastered to her back, slipping a bit as she beads sweat from the testosterone-fueled heat he’s bleeding all over her.

“Gonna hold on long enough to feel me come on your bare cock?”

He sounds like a leaky balloon and is sure the sound doesn’t inspire confidence, but he’s nodding again. He knows she knows he’ll last as long as he possibly can for her.

She seems satisfied enough by his answer to push up on her knees and secure a hand around him, guiding his leaking tip to her entrance. Her other hand plants on his chest. She lowers herself slowly, sinking until she’s full of him.

Shawn’s forehead falls to her shoulder. The sensation is… intense. With a condom, the barrier is palpable. She’s warm and wet, but in a veiled, untouchable way. With no physical protection, he can feel her in a way he hasn’t yet. He sobs an inhale, his nose rubbing her collarbone as her fingers smooth the curls on the back of his neck to soothe him.

“Just breathe,” she advises, her own voice sounding a little cracked and fucked out, because he feels different to her, too.

Penny sighs and swivels her hips in neat, circular strokes, easing into the way he stretches her from the inside out. She’s taken him in to the hilt, nice and deep, grinding even deeper on her downstroke in a way that has her head tipping back.

“Yes,” she whispers.

This is what she was chasing with the purple bunny. Even as her body squelched around the vibrating toy, even as she came with a wet gasp, it didn’t feel like this. Nothing feels like this, having a partner who needs her so badly his hips rock up to meet hers when hers tip away, so badly he loses awareness of the sweet noises he makes against her skin, so badly he’s gone, lost inside of her.

Penny strokes harder, working a wider rhythm that has her sliding up and down, bouncing on his cock. Her wet skin slaps against his thighs. She can feel the warmth in her belly spreading, as well as the ache in her sore muscles. Her muscular thighs tremble already as she lifts and lowers. He lifts his head, noticing the way her breath struggles in her chest that he’s all pressed up against.

He cups her close, ducking his head to suck on her nipples while he looks up at her. “You ok?” he pants.

Her eyes slip shut. She nods. “‘M fine. My… legs are sore.”

Shawn’s swollen lips release her pebbled bud. He knocks the tip of his nose against it, ass clenching when her throat rumbles out a beautiful, grumbling moan.

“From what?”

His eyes are big and curious, fluttering with each stroke. She laughs at the casual nature of his question and laces her fingers into his dewy hair.

“Hiking with Pammy earlier. Overdid it-- unf, just a little,” she pants.

Shawn turns his cheek to bury his face in her breasts for a moment, hissing at the increasingly easy slip of her tightening wet walls. He peers back up at her.

“Let me do the work then. I can do it, Pen. Let me make you come.”

Penny’s thrusts slow. Shawn swallows, waiting until she nods her assent. He bites into his lip and looks around him for a moment before scooping under her thighs to lock her legs around his waist. He stands, still inside her.

Penny squeaks in surprise and just as soon as they’re up, they’re down again with Shawn laying her onto her back on the cozy black carpet.

Shawn positions her carefully, spreading her legs enough for him to settle between. He plants his hands up beside her head, momentarily fascinated by the way her dark chocolate curls seem to blend into the rug. His fingers flex. His hips roll of their own volition. Penny’s body takes the easy swing and gives it back, just as lazy.

“Hold on to me,” Shawn hums, leaning in again, letting his hips dictate the rhythm. Penny smiles at his giving her a command for once and sinks her hands into the skin of his lower back, giving her enough leverage to guide him in and out at whatever pace pleases her.

She settles and lifts an eyebrow, waiting impatiently. Shawn wheezes a laugh and restarts their quick, shallow rhythm, his laugh slipping into a rough moan.

“I thought I was the desperate one?” he croaks, hoping to joke with her to distract himself long enough to hang on until she gets to where he is.

Penny’s lips curl. “I went a week without you just like you went a week without me.”

The hair stands straight on Shawn’s neck like he’s been electrocuted. “But-- you could touch your pussy… when you needed.”

Shawn shifts his hips until the head of his cock knocks straight into her g-spot with every thrust. Penny’s cry of pleasure has him bubbling so close to orgasm he has to close his eyes to keep from looking at her.

“Not the same,” Penny gasps.

Shawn’s eyes fly open. His hips stagger through one, two, three more strokes before he’s spurting hard into her welcoming cunt. The rough swings have her bursting beneath him, knees squeezing against his hips as he rides them through their peaks. Her nails dig into his back put stay put, just punctuating the sensation.

Penny thanks her lucky stars when Shawn’s head drops into her neck as his hips slow. She hasn’t let anyone come inside her in so long she forgot what it feels like, how… close it is. How intimate. She squeezes her eyes shut and breathes, trying to rid herself of the stunned look on her face.

By the time he lifts his head to look at her, her mask is intact. She smirks at him, gives him an extra squeeze around the hips with her knees.

“Worth the wait?”

Shawn groans, chuckling, “Every fucking second.”

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justanotherzosofangirl · 6 years ago

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Everlong—Jimmy Page Smut

Thanks for 600 followers guys! Here is my gift for you. Btw the next part of Front Page is almost done, should be up later this week!

Author’s Note: Okay time to come clean: I’ve officially become a whore for Jimmy Page’s stomach. I blame that damn photo of him with John Stamos; the photo would be even hotter if it were only Jimmy, but beggars can’t be choosers!

This picture has kept me up these past few nights, So much so that I have to share this recurring dream I’ve had.

And the title is inspired by Everlong by the Foo Fighters, seemed appropriate! Plus I swear I heard it in my dreams!

Enjoy! As always, feedback is encouraged!

Summary: If you’re stressed

May I suggest

Sex with Jim is best

You may soon be obsessed

You threw open the door to your apartment—flat, you thought to yourself (been in England six months and you still haven’t mastered British slang)—and kicked your heels off. It had been a long, hectic day at the publishing company you worked at and you just wanted to curl up with your husband and go to sleep.

That was the plan, until you dragged yourself into your bedroom and found Jimmy sprawled out on the king-sized mattress, sleeping soundly...and looking absolutely beautiful.

His long, ebony hair was framed around his perfect face, his usually intense features softened by a blissful slumber. Even from your spot in the doorway you could hear his gentle breathing patterns, his chest rising up and down rhythmically.

Your eyes couldn’t be stolen from the sight of him; his blue Hawaiian shirt was completely unbuttoned, exposing his chest hair and stomach. You’d never said it aloud for you knew he was quite sensitive about it, but you loved Jimmy’s stomach. You’d spent many a lazy day lying down together, your head resting on his belly while he’d run his long and limber fingers through your hair.

There just wasn’t a flaw in Jimmy Page; you’d been with him long enough to confirm that. Regardless of how he saw himself, he was perfect to you, and that was all that mattered.

That, and possibly the two of you getting a little intimate after your shower.

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You emerged from the bathroom in a plush terra-cotta robe, smelling of lavender and vanilla (two of your husband’s favorite scents; you liked them too because they helped you relax). Even though you knew love making would only serve to make you even more sweaty than you were before your shower, you wanted to feel your absolute best when you were around him.

And now here you were, clean, relaxed, and horny. You need only to fall into bed with your love to gain the fourth emotion you craved: satisfied.

You slowly tiptoed your way over to Jimmy, carefully crawling up next to him and kneeling in the corner of the mattress next to his head. Licking your lips, you closed your eyes and delicately lowered your head down to his, cusping his angelic face in your palms.

You placed a soft, warm kiss on his full pink lips, which had a sleeping beauty effect. His eyelids fluttered open, revealing his hypnotic green eyes.

“Y/N,” Jimmy whispered in a sleepy tone. He leaned up and wrapped you in a warm embrace. “You’re home late. Everything all right?”

You nuzzled your head in the crook of his neck, breathing in the bewitching scent of his hair. He smelled faintly of rainy roses; clearly he’d used the new shampoo you bought him, and clearly you were smitten with it.

“Just a long day,” you murmured between planting love welts on his neck. “I’m just happy to be home, with you. How was your day?”

Jimmy’s rough-yet-gentle fingers traces circles on your back, his other hand tilting your chin up to kiss your nose.

“Productive,” he answered with a slight chuckle. “Eric and Jeff and I had a run-through of our set list for the ARMS concert next week, went extremely well.” His face became a little more serious as he looked downwards for a moment. “It was just like old times.”

You took Jimmy’s hand that had held your chin up and placed it in yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. Even though it had been three years since Led Zeppelin had disbanded, and even though he and Robert were still performing together on occasion, and even though he still got that twinkle in his eyes when he played...things just weren’t the same. Jimmy would always insist that he was fine, but you knew him better than that. He was never one to wear his heart on his sleeve; he coped with sadness by strumming his guitar...and speaking with you.

“You know, I don’t doubt for a second that you’ll ever stop what you’re doing, babe,” you looked him in the eye as you reassured him wholeheartedly. “For every bump your road has taken, you keep going forward, and I love that about you.”

Jimmy smiled and shook his head. “And that’s what I love about you, you remind me there’s still a reason to play.”

He pressed his lips to yours in a kiss that quickly escalated from gentle to passionate as your hands reached for his thick, dark mane. You kneaded your fingers through his curls, eliciting groan from deep within his chest.

“Now, if you don’t mind,” he panted between kisses. “I’d like to play with you.”

You were already aiming to rip his shirt off before he finished delivering his invitation. “Yes,” you whispered hotly into his ear. “I wanna play too.”

His shirt was off by this point, and he was deftly undoing the knot round your bathrobe. Once the robe was to the floor, Jimmy brought you closer to him, your head nuzzled in his chest and your legs wrapped around his waist.

Your eyes were closed as he peppered your cheek with kisses, moving down to your neck, sucking a deep love welt right above your collarbone.

You gripped onto his shoulders as he continued to mark you up; the desire that you’d suppressed all day at the office was gradually increasing with each moment.

“Mmm,” you sighed as you ground your hips on his thigh. Your movements were slow and fluid; you could tell Jimmy was getting more and more hot and bothered each time you moved closer to his ever growing erection.

“You needed this,” Jimmy breathed as he placed one of his hands on your breasts, his other hand propping up your back for support while you kept riding his leg. “Didn’t you?”

“M-more than you know, honey,” you sighed as you brought your hands down from his shoulders to his lower stomach, pausing for a second to enjoy how soft he felt. You didn’t squeeze him, just deftly brushed your hand across the smooth surface of his skin before you moved your palm to the rim of his white jeans.

Your eyes were locked on each other as you continued to pleasure the other one’s bodies, him massaging your now-fully hard breast and you palming his hard cock underneath the fabric of his boxers—pants-- and pants which they called trousers here in your new home.

“Ah, Y/N, I needed this too,” Your husband said in a husky voice as he pressed his forehead to yours.

You kissed the tip of his nose in response.

“I know baby. I’m here. We’re gonna relax together.”

You continued to move your hand up and down his bulge at an agonizingly slow pace. It was erotically ironic: his manhood was aching with tension but his face was melted in pleasure.

Jimmy was moaning for you at this point and, feeling mischievous, you placed the hand that wasn’t feeling him up on his right shoulder and lightly shoved him back so his head hit the down pillows with a soft thud.

“Love, what are you—“

“Jimmy, let me take care of you, please?”

He looked at you with wide eyes at first and then let out a chuckle. He had such an angelic laugh, so warm and childlike.

“Permission granted.” He smiled. You knew he preferred being in charge, but you just couldn’t help yourself. Your sexual tension was all but boiling over now.

You smirked at him and took your hand off his cock, never once breaking eye contact.

Slowly, very slowly, you brought your head to his and planted a soft, innocent kiss on his now full lips. Your hands massaged his tense shoulders as you worked your lips down his body, sucking a love welt near his Adams Apple then nuzzling your nose into his patch of chest hair. His hands caressed your back as you continued to worship him, relishing your loving moves.

“You’re beautiful, my dear. Whatever did I do to deserve you?” Jimmy murmured in a trancelike tone.

“Mmmmmm…” You hummed against his chest in reply. You kissed the space just right above his stomach area, mustering all the willpower you could to contain your joy at arriving at the favorite part of his body.

Tracing your fingers down his arms and bringing his hands in yours so your fingers were intertwined, you placed kiss after kiss on his soft, heavenly belly. You made sure not to spend too much time on this area though; you knew Jimmy was waiting for you.

As you moved downwards towards the edge of his pants, you placed one final smooch on his happy trail and brought your hands to the sides of his hips.

“Take me, now,” he ordered.

“Y-yes, sir,” you replied as you hooked your fingers against the sides of his trousers and pants, moving them lower, lower, lower until he was free, cock fully erect.

You wasted no time positioning yourself between Jimmy’s legs, your lips kissing his tip and placing one hand on the length.

“Ah, woman, what are doing to me?” He cried as your skillful mouth moved up and down his length. You felt his hand come to prop your chin up slightly so your eyes were on him.

“Look at me,” he said. “Look at me while you please me.”

“Mhm,” You grunted. This was typical of him but you enjoyed it. As much as you wanted to treat him he insisted it be the other way around.

You continued to suck him off, your pace increasing as his hips gradually lifted upwards so his cock was now hitting the very roof of your mouth.

“Ah!”

Your mouth suddenly filled up with his hot, white seed. You took it all in, refusing to let any drop go to waste.

You carefully separated your lips from his cock, the two of you panting in unison and looking at each other reverently. You crawled your way back up to him, his arms enveloping you in a loving embrace.

“My giving angel,” he sighed with a kiss to your cheek. “Always treating me. Now I must treat you.”

You squealed in delight as Jimmy flipped you over so he was on top of you, lying on your back and resting your head on the gossamer pillows. You knew what was coming.

Jimmy moved to the foot of the bed, looking at you with an expression of the utmost desire on his face. He got on his knees so he was eye level with your dripping center.

“I’ll take good care of you, my love,” he promised as he climbed into position so that. “How can I not, when you clearly desire me?”

He chuckled at this, making you pout slightly with want. “Jimmy, I—“

Whatever you were about to say was abruptly cut short as Jimmy worked his magic. His hands were securely clamped on your knees; you felt his soft, full lips planting warm kisses on the inside of your thighs, causing a moan of absolute pleasure to fall from your mouth.

He looked up at you with those hypnotic green emeralds, a mischievous smile plastered on his face. You smiled back at him with needy eyes; he knew what he was doing to you. It may have been teasing, but you were slowly unwinding and succumbing to his power.

You were relaxing.

Jimmy inched himself further onto the bed, his hands moving up to your narrow waist now as you lowered your legs on his shoulders. Kissing the spot just above your sex, Jimmy lowered his lips to your hot center and dipped his sinful tongue inside your core.

Gripping the sheets tight in your hands, your breathing became heavier and heavier with each agonizing lick of your walls.

“J-Jimmy, don’t stop,” you moaned. The more his tongue roamed around your clit, the more you felt the all-too familiar sensation that you never tired of.

“Ahhhh,” Jimmy groaned in ecstasy. He was devouring you until the very last drop, taking his time to treasure your sweet taste. He, too, was becoming undone—by your nectar and your voice.

Yet still not as undone as you were becoming. You could feel your orgasm bubbling to the surface, but you held on if only to enjoy the sensation a little longer.

“H-Honey, I—Aaah!” With a screaming bubble of curse words and your husband’s name, you unleashed your full glory on him, and he gladly lapped up the last of your honey.

You were panting heavily when you felt Jimmy’s lips pressing on your stomach, slowly making his way up to your face. He smiled adoringly at you, making your heart melt.

Planting a kiss on your forehead, Jimmy embraced you in a protective hug, ensuring the two of you were both comfortable.

“I dunno what I’d do without you, Y/N,” Jimmy whispered into his neck. “You are, without a doubt, the best thing that could’ve happened to me.”

You smiled and nibbled his ear. “Likewise,” you replied, inhaling his heavenly scent once more. “You complete me, babe, it’s true.”

Jimmy looked at you and smirked. “Now let’s complete each other then, mhmm?”

Before you had a chance to respond, you gasped sharply when you felt his aching manhood gently nestle inside you, your hands instinctively reaching to his shoulders for support.

God, he felt good.

Jimmy smiled down at you with the look of desire; he was reducing you to a puddle and he knew it.

His hips moved up and down in a steady pace that was so rhythmic you could have sworn he was just playing you a song like it was no big deal.

You were lost in a sea of ecstasy as Jimmy’s thrusts gradually increased in speed.

“Christ, Y/N,” Jimmy grunted as you gripped his back tighter with each movement. “Beautiful.”

You could only scream in reply as he continued to milk you of all your worth, your eyes never breaking contact with each other. Your goal of satisfaction was nearly achieved as you felt yourself reaching the precipice.

His palms were grasping at your hips, you could feel his nails digging into your flesh. This sharp little pain was eclipsed by the much greater sensation of Jimmy moving himself in and out of you more and more quickly. The only sounds were your cries and his grunts, and the inevitable skin-on-skin slapping as your bodies became one. His lower stomach pressing to yours with each heavy thrust into you as deeply as you could take him.

Tears were streaming down your face at this point; he brought his lips to your cheeks to kiss you.

“You’re...you’re amazing…” you said between breaths. “I’m gonna cum, Jimmy.”

“Let go, my angel, let it go.”

With a final, nearly wall-shattering yell of your husband’s name, your orgasm overtook you, feeling the weight of the world lift from your shoulders and the sensation drown your entire body in pleasure.

Jimmy followed suit shortly thereafter, his voice hoarse with pleasure as he screamed your name back to you. You both panted a bit as you continued to gaze into each other’s eyes, soon erupting into a fit of lighthearted giggles as he pulled out and rested his head between your breasts.

“Well, my pet, are you relaxed now?” He looked up at you and planted a kiss near your heart, which was pounding madly.

You smirked as you stroked his curls. “More than ever. Another thing I love about you: you’re so therapeutic.”

Jimmy chuckled lightly at that and came up for a kiss. “I could compose a song about the things I love about you, darling.”

You sighed as he settled back into your breasts.

“I’d love that, Jimmy, but you need to sleep. We’ve got all day tomorrow to keep...playing for each other.”

You grinned mischievously at one another and snuggled up for the night, thankful tomorrow was Saturday...and how soft Jimmy’s stomach felt against yours.

Life was good.

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generousqueen21 · 6 years ago

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Confessions [Tim Drake x Reader]

Description: Sometime Tim needs a little reminder of how much you love him.

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Words: 1,352

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A click clack of computer keys. A blurbing of a coffee maker. A monitor beeping.

God damn it if you fell asleep tonight.

Huffing, you twisted under your plushy pillow, and the muffling proved partly successful. However, your heart began to soften, just a touch, when you heard Tim's mumbling. Getting up from your hazy oasis, you were able to make out a fuzzy clock with a blinding hot red 3:00 AM. You threw off the blankets and wiggled your toes out on your matted rug. You pushed through the heavy air and finally slipped into Tim's office.

You might have been a little harsh, but Tim's office seriously looked like a dumpster. Papers were scattered around the room, some documents crumpled from footsteps, brown stains from coffee on others. Also, the coffee. It was everywhere. Some half empty, some full, and there were cups and mugs dedicated to them decorating the room. Moreover, in the center of all the chaos was the culprit. Sitting at the ghost-white monitor screens, punching in random numbers was your dumb boyfriend.

Startled by your aggressive knocking, Tim gave a cat-like startle and thudded on a stack of books nearby. SIghing, you tip-toed over to his side of the room, taking care not to disrupt the disarray.

Tim muttered a sheepish, "Y/N." with his face blooming like a red rose. Absentmindedly, you took his hands in yours and began pulling him toward your bedroom.

"Y/N? Hey, wait!" He pulled back, and your noodly legs flopped into his lap. Your arms wrapped around him like a vice and you buried your face in his (coffee smelling) neck. Without even looking, you knew Tim was blushing even harder now, and his skin began to feel even better than your king-sized bed and plush comforter. Somehow, even surrounded by the anarchy of his office, you felt an invisible force pulling you under, close to unconsciousness. You knew Tim was busy, but you honestly couldn't remember the last time he had just come to bed, and let his Red Robin stuff and work go to hell.

"Come on, Tim. When's the last time you've given your job a rain check?" You scolded jokingly. Tim gazed into your eyes, and you bit your tongue; it was hitting him hard. As much success as he got from being a workaholic, he still needed his sleep. Often, you were the one who had to pull him out of the trance and remind him to live a little.

Tim groaned, his face tightening with frustration. "Y/N, I can't. Bruce needs these files. And I can't- I just can't do this."

A wave of cold sweat broke throughout your body, causing you to tense up momentarily. You knew this wasn't just coffee talk. Nervously, you began to laugh, failing to dislodge the air stuck in your throat. "Tim, what do you mean?" You disentangled your arms and got up on your legs, which were noodles after the rush of reality that hit you. You knew Tim was always busy, but you didn't even think about the possibility that he might leave this relationship. You shook your head, cursing at yourself for not pulling him away from work sooner, and sometimes being lazy and just getting takeout-

Tim grabbed your hand. "Y/N, are you ok? What's wrong?"

You snatched your hand away and wrapping your arms around your torso, struggled to contain your wobbling chin. "Are you breaking up with me?"

Tim's jaw clenched, but his heart was melting just looking at you. You really just didn't know, did you? How he never could stop thinking about you. How whenever he was in the Batcave, he always looked at your photo before Tim left for patrol, or every time he drank coffee he thought about how you both met at his local coffee shop, and how much Tim worried about you every time you walked alone in this corrupt city. Yeah, Tim was whipped; and all his brothers saw it, even Bruce. However, it was insane of all the emotionally intelligent people he knew; you didn't.

"Babe." Tim stood up, walking you back toward your bedroom. "Y/N…"

"Tim," you whispered, bringing your hand up to his cheek. He leaned into your touch and feel of you, closing his eyes. "Just tell me."

Before he opened his eyes, he turned his face and lightly kissed your palm, which finally made you flush. Tim contemplated, all while gazing at you, and pulled you down onto the softness on your bed and finally spoke.

"You're too good for me."

Now this, you were not anticipating. Sure, Tim grew up surrounding himself with computers and books, and he probably could name more Star Wars characters than real people, but this vulnerability was brand-new. You knew Tim hadn't been in many relationships, but there hadn't been much of discussion - it had just happened. You'd had your fair share of shattered hearts and awkward breakups, but hearing this somehow made you fall for him even more.

You opened your mouth to say so, but Tim squeezed your hand, urging you to listen. "You're always there to make my coffee. Whenever I go to sleep you're always there. And you've never missed a date. But me?" Tim frantically waved his hands in a frenzy, his eyes glazing over in anger as if to point out the obvious. "I stood you up on more dates than I've shown up. The last time I brought you flowers was weeks ago. And I can't remember the last time we-" Tim blushed, letting his hands fall heavily. "What I'm trying to say is, I'm not exactly boyfriend material here, Y/N. And I really don't want to let you down. I don't want to hurt you. You deserve better, way better."

This boy.

Trying to breathe, you felt something warm explode inside of your chest, engulfing your body. You cupped his face in your shaking hands, knocking his forehead against yours playfully. "Tim. Drake. God, for the worlds' second greatest detective, you sure are dumb."

Tim raised his eyebrows, trying to understand what you were saying. "Um, Y/N? I'm not sure I'm following here."

Bashfully, you reached for his hand, interlacing your fingers. You attempted to look into his eyes, but the look her gave you made you shiver, and finally you looked down into your lap, uttering the truth. "Tim, I love you."

You could see his shoulders sag as you shifted your gaze just slightly up. The tense monologue he had just given was in the back of his mind now. Between the both of you, the L word had been floating around more frequently recently, but the three words had just been waiting for a good time. He finally spoke in a husky voice that made your face feel on fire. "Y/N…"

"It's true," you replied. And it really was: through it all, you couldn't imagine anyone better by your side than Tim.

You began to thread your fingers into his soft, fluffy hair, pulling him in. You had always enjoyed Tim's kisses - sure, he knew how to kiss and get you in the mood, but you cherished this side of Tim. He touched you like glass, and his hand brushed your cheek fragilely. He placed his lips delicately on yours, and you felt a spark go off beneath your eyelids. You began to run your hands beneath his shirt and held back a smirk when you heard him shiver. For Tim, you somehow knew how to make time stop - and every time you kissed, his heart beat faster than the time he'd figured out Batman's identity.

You gave him one last sleepy kiss and managed to tuck him under the bed sheets. Tim moaned and shuffled before finally giving one last grumble and closing his eyes, finding comfort at last. You smiled, eyeing his sleeping form as if he were a puppy, and snuggled in next to him, whispering good night, and throwing in "I love you," for good measure.

This boy was not going anywhere for the next 24 hours.

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hecohansen31 · 6 years ago

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A Dinasty Of Three: (Sugar Daddy! Duncan+Sugar Mommy! Fallon Carrington+Sugar Baby! Reader)

A/N: Hello there guys,

A little time ago I published a little thing talking about how cool would it be for Fallong Carrington and Duncan Shepherd to meet (since thye are my favorite rich people, love all those dolars…) (I am being sarcastic obviously) (but also, I am poor… so…). And a few people seemed interested into this so I decided to try out the headcanon format for this, let me know as always what you think, any kind of feedback is greatly appreciated!

Even negative one, just remember to be nice!

Also I sadly might have ignored a bit the “sugar daddy/mommy” part so I am a bit sorry, but the story took this kind of road, so… sorry…

I still hope that you will enjoy it!

(also I have arrived only on the first season of “Dinasty”, so please mind that, and avoid spoilers, because I had to check a thing and I got spoiled… ver sad story…).

Let me know if you thought this was cute and you want more about this universe (BECAUSE I HAVE IDEAS!).

Just going to tag @multi-fandom-slut (hope you will like it!)

SUMMARY: Being Duncan’s baby girl was already difficult, but what happens when a third party enters the relationship… and when that third party is Fallon Freaking Carrington?

WORDS: 1,8 K.

WARNINGS: Poly-Relationship, DD/LG themes (MM/LG, also), mentions of sex and oral sex.

· You might be Duncan’s Sugar Baby, but you still work for him, mostly when he is off to any kind of long journey, and you are feeling lonely and you know… shopping and the rich life can get so annoying. (no, I don’t because I am poor, but…).

· And you end up having to work with Fallon Carrington.

· Which is not a good thing for you, at least, since you actually know Fallon.

· She was your high school’s bully and the first girl you ever crushed on, hard.

· So, you don’t have an exact happy memory of her, and this prompt you to be a “bit” cold to her (you don’t talk with her unless it’s necessary).

· ”I am starting to think that you don’t like me” “Actually I don’t like you, so you are right”.

· And Fallon just can’t understand why you are being so cold towards her.

· Till her brother makes her realize that maybe it was because she had been a bitch to you in high school.

· And from then on, she starts apologizing to you.

· At first you try to keep up the cold persona, feeling that she is not being sincere, but influenced by the fact that you still harbor a crush on her and the fact that she seems extremely into you and your work…

· You end up actually enjoying your work together, even going out, sometimes.

· Duncan is happy to hear that you got a “friend”, but then you share also the fact that you are getting again feelings for Fallon.

· Duncan is very open-minded about your relationship, mostly because Fallon wouldn’t be the first girl you two shared and suggest to you to host a dinner with Fallon, so he can get to know her better and think about a possible three-way relationship.

· Fallon is very nervous, but she and Duncan immediately get along, talking about business things and discussing the Republican way…

· You just drink and are happy in the backhground, smiling shyly every time one of the duo catches you looking at them, clearly overwhelmed by the beauty and elegance that they spread in the dining room.

· You finish the dessert and technically there would be no reason for Fallon to stay and Duncan starts to kiss you in the way that means business, straight up in front of her.

· And whereas you are very picky with public display of affection, you understand that this is Duncan’s test to Fallon to see if she can handle you both.

· She does.

· She follows you both into the bedroom, mumbling something about “needing to stop all the sexual tension going on in the room”, locking discreetly the door, meanwhile Duncan already rips off the pink Valentino dress you wore that night, meanwhile Fallon takes the hint and sheds ungracefully her Louboutin heels, before crawling on top of the plush bed.

· And here Duncan just takes a step back, leaning against the headboard, with his arms crossed above his head, and let you two enjoy yourself.

· Fallon is nervous AF; she might be a bad bitch and a very tech savvy babe, who knows how to destroy your career and arrange perfectly your engagement party, but she is clueless to what to do with a girl (a very pretty girl also).

· “You have never experienced in college?” “Private catholic school, sadly”.

· Her uneasiness is eased by a few gentle kisses, before you undress her gently, always asking for confirmation and taking just this once the lead in, making her feel any kind of pleasure, both from simply holding another body close to what it feels like to have an expert tongue between our own legs.

· She becomes addicted to the feeling and soon you will find yourself to have to work more on her body than anything related by a possible agreement between the Morell Corp and Shepherd Freedom Foundation.

· Duncan pumps himself gently, clearly impressed by the show and only dares to interrupt it to bring you an own dose of pleasure, his tongue flickering alongside your entrance to make sure that you are wet enough for him, before taking you, a show of power for Fallon, who is coming off her high only right in that moment, watching him between relaxed and lazy lashes, before bringing him into a kiss and then moving to kiss you, tasting both you and herself.

· And the taste is addicting, enough to make her search more, meanwhile Duncan thrusts into you.

· He is extremely taken aback by Fallon taking the lead.

· But he is pleased.

· They sometimes fight like two idiots for who gets to take the lead, till they hear your moans because you started touching yourself meanwhile they thought about what is the best for you (more like who is bets for you) and they decide to team up to punish you.

· Which is a very bad thing.

· Because Fallon might be new in this whole thing, but she knows exactly how to edge you and then leave you there and whereas Duncan loves the good old idea of spanking you to mark you up…

· Fallon is more subtle, bringing you almost over and then pushing you back and sometimes not letting you cum.

· “Baby, you just pushed two fingers into mommy’s little treasure chest, and that is against the rule” with a very soft tone that she uses only with “mommy’s favorite baby”.

· Honestly, she is a bit scared to go rough on you.

· She knows that Duncan does it with no problem (you have been together for two years before Fallon so that man knows you inside and out).

· But she is afraid that she will hurt you again and it will make you run away.

· Because other than the amazing sex… you are two amazing partners.

· You are very nice and soft, the kind of thing she needs after her work gets too much, or if she had a bad day.

· You just run to her, hug-attacking her and she might roll her eyes and say that you are childish but she cherishes those time when she gets to hold you and feels a little bit loved.

· She loves the fact that Duncan is actually very attentive at whatever she has to say (work or not work related) and has an extremely high consideration of her, no matter if she makes a mistake (he has supported and helped through so many, never running away).

· Still it takes her a lot of time to get used to the fact that maybe you are not just fuck-buddies, that it is not you and Duncan anymore, but she is also there.

· For you and Duncan it’s quicker: you took one look at each other’s happy faces and decided that you wanted Fallon in your lives, no matter how much she tried to push you both away (which she did, LIKE A LOT).

· You would have stuck around.

· She understands it all when after once again Alexis disappointed her, and she comes home to them smiling and laughing sweetly but as soon as they take in her tears (FALLON CARRINGTON DOESN’T CRY!) they go in immediate “console-Fallon-mode” being extremely patient with her and giving her all the time she needs.

· From them on Fallon is much more secure, mostly she is less jealous of you both, understanding that you are in a team, you are in this together. (*with Troy Bolton’s voice” “WE ARE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER”).

· You get talked shit by journals.

· Fallon will have their head.

· Duncan has had a stressful day, cue to you making him relax, meanwhile Fallon talks with those “imbeciles” of his workers.

· You are spoiled rotten, and not with just affection.

· You have them around your little finger two of the richest people the world ever met, and they literally adore you.

· (also you are not with them for their money, with Duncan it might have started like that but then you ended up falling… HARD… for him).

· (Fallon honestly is a bit insecure about this at first, but then she understands that you are not going to leave her if she becomes suddenly homeless… also she is pretty sure that you are almost as rich as her…).

· (Still you joke a lot about it “Duncan I am with you for a reason and we all know what it is” Fallon: “Sadly not your dick”).

· Mostly they love taking you to shopping trips.

· Fallon likes them mostly because of “changing room sex”.

· You were a bit ashamed by the idea, scared they might catch you (usually Duncan is not allowed to follow you to the changing room, but the shopping assistants were all too happy to accompany Fallon Freaking Carrington into your changing room).

· But then Fallon slipped her hand in your panties… and you were gone.

· You obviously reenact the entire thing for a very jealous Duncan.

· Also, once Fallon bought a strap-on and you were absolutely into it…

· … Duncan was less excited…

· (he is going to kill me, but he low key enjoyed it).

· Duncan doesn’t give a damn about what Annette think of him dating two (beautiful and talented) women not when at the end of the day they treat him like a king and make him feel so love that he once cried after a particular sweet night, spent together, laughing at old photos.

· (it’s also there that he realizes he wants children with you two) (Fallon is not too convinced about it, because she is young … and you are young and also… she doesn’t want to turn as Alexis).

· (You reassure her that she won’t).

· (Also, when it happens, she actually can’t help but caress your swollen stomach each time she can, and she gets to hold the baby immediately and she swear that no matter what she will protect the babe with all heart).

· Blake is more worried about how this might affect the family, but Fallon tells him that she doesn’t need his blessing because she has already all the blessing that mattered: hers.

· Krystal is very happy (and you and Krystal get along very well, always chatting about how much your respective husband and boyfriend are two idiots, with much love).

· Steve is absolutely in love with you and Duncan, she can see that you are both a very good influence on her

· Sammy Jo is honesty the one you get along more and is the one who drags you into any kind of crazy experience (Duncan and Fallon sometimes are not happy about it, but also, they love your champagne inebriated laugh).

· Anders really likes chatting with Duncan, also he is forever starstruck by the fact that you can get both Duncan and Fallon to do anything you want, and at first you thought that you were nothing but a gold digger, but now he is just impressed by the way you can just caress Duncan’s hair and kiss Fallon’s ear and get them to actually be nice.

· Alexis discovers it into some gossip magazine.

· Blake in the end comes around it.

· “I mean it is better to have Duncan Shepherd in your family than against you”-

· And you are very glad you are in each other’s life.

Guys as always any feedback is welcome!

Negative or positive, just to understand if what I am doing is right or wrong!

Thank you to anyone who will do it (*gets Duncan’s wallet* I will give you five dollars!).

Hope you enjoyed it!

-Heco Hansen.

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17mounteens · 7 years ago

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CEO (Jeonghan)

— papi, let’s go, cuz i kinda like it —

Smut.

» A business trip with your playful boss turns a lot more heated than you expected.

“Y/N, have you ever had the chance to go on a business trip?”

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» 5,849 words (idk what happened here)

Tuesday morning had brought about yet another meeting, and yet again you were struggling to keep your attention on the agenda as it continued drifting to the CEO of the company, Jeonghan, who was sitting at the end of the long table. He was young and attractive, and there was something about him that had had you intrigued since day one.

Perhaps it was the lazy look in the gorgeously brown eyes that usually held a playful twinkle, or perhaps it was the gentle smile he usually had on his plush lips. A lot also had to do with the fact that although he ran the whole company, he wanted to be as close with all of you as he could, and would often wander around the office, whether he had anything to talk with someone or not.

And, as you had to admit as you once again got lost adoring Jeonghan while he and the vice president, Jihoon, discussed some upcoming projects and business trips, he was sinfully good-looking, in particular with his hair styled so that his forehead was showing.

You took in a deep breath as you moved your gaze down to Jeonghan’s lips that he right then licked, and it made you swallow.

No, Jeonghan was not only attractive, but you were also attracted to him. Listening to him speak with such a low, gentle voice did nothing to help you focus on the agenda, and you were only glad that you didn’t have anything important to bring up during the meeting. That way you could just sit and adore.

Jeonghan leaned back on his chair and played with the pen he had in his hands while scanning around the meeting table. There was a business trip coming up, and he was contemplating on which one of you to bring with him. Seokmin smiled brightly and fixed his tie as an attempt to get the his attention, but Jeonghan just grinned at him and shook his head: he’d brought the younger male on too many trips already, and he figured it was time for someone else to go.

He hummed quietly, and soon his eyes returned to you. You were fairly familiar to him, at least as far as it came to him observing you at work, and he had been wanting to get to know you a bit better for quite a while despite not daring to show it in the least; not in his position. Tilting his head a little, Jeonghan leaned forward again. “Y/N, when was the last time you were on a business trip?”

You jolted at the sudden addressing, and in particular with everyone’s attention on you, you thanked all heavens for the fact that you actually caught what he had asked you. “I don’t think I’ve ever been on one, actually.”

“Would you like to go on one?” Jeonghan asked with a playful twinkle in his eye that had your heart fluttering a little.

“Of course,” you replied readily, staring right into his eyes. For a moment you forgot everyone else in the room, and it made you smile a bit nervously.

“Then it’s set,” Jeonghan nodded with a grin and wrote something down on his papers. “We’ll head to Tokyo on Friday.”

“Yes, Mr. Yoon,” you smiled, mentally thanking him for still clarifying where you’d go and when, considering that that had been exactly what he had talked about with Jihoon earlier, which you had completely missed.

“Good that that’s set,” he hummed and gave you one last warm look before moving on to bring the topic to a few new investments, which allowed you to get lost looking at him again.

A few quick topics - practically announcements, really - the meeting was finally over. As you walked to your office, Seokmin almost jogged up to you and chuckled. “Excited to go on your first business trip?”

“Excited and nervous,” you admitted and looked at him with a smile on your lips. “Any tips? You’ve been on quite a few, haven’t you?”

“A few too many,” he snorted before humming in thought. “I don’t know, he’s pretty easy to be around and he’s really understanding in many ways. Just be reasonably professional and there and you’re good to go.”

“I guess that’s comforting,” you chuckled and stopped in your tracks when you reached your office. “Thanks, Seokmin. I’ll send you photos.”

“Don’t, I’ll just get jealous from the champagne,” he laughed heartily before shaking his head. “But it’s nothing, I’m always glad to help. I’m sure it’ll be a memorable trip.”

Oh, if he only knew how memorable it would be.

…

Jeonghan had given you some additional information during the week, and on Friday you met him at a taxi by the apartment complex you lived in. It was early in the morning, and Jeonghan couldn’t help but chuckle when you had reached the taxi with your suitcase.

“Sorry that it’s so early,” he said with a grin, and while yawning, you waved your hand in the air to signal that it was fine.

“I know it’s for practicalities,” you noted and smiled at him while putting the suitcase into the trunk of the car. “Wasn’t it tough for you?”

“It was and still is,” he admitted and winked playfully, “but I’m a master of sleeping wherever and whenever.”

“Just don’t snore,” you joked and got into the car with him.

Jeonghan quirked his eyebrow, and his grin only widened. “Isn’t it a boss’s privilege to do things like that and not get comments about it?”

“I’m not afraid of you,” you noted, hinting at how your job was more or less in his hands, and looked into his eyes that seemed to suck you in them in a way that made you shiver a little.

He had something incredibly mysterious and attractive about him for a moment, until he sighed dramatically. “Seokmin said the same, and these days he just messes around with me. My authority is gone.”

You laughed heartily, and it made Jeonghan snicker, too. The atmosphere felt nice and light, and you talked about some more professional things on your way to the airport.

The way to Tokyo went by fast - of course, since it wasn’t too long of a long way - and Jeonghan did, indeed, sleep for most of the flight. While he slept next to you, you allowed your eyes to wander on him, taking in the soft-looking pink lips, the beauty mark on his cheek and just how well his suit sat on him.

Had he not looked as cute as he did while sleeping, you probably would’ve let your thoughts wander a lot more than you ended up letting them. To further keep your thoughts on the tamer side, you looked around in the airplane and thought about how cute and soft-spoken Jeonghan was on the daily, no matter how sexy he could look, in particular during the rare days that he actually oozed with authority.

It was intriguing, really, how the boss that enjoyed pulling small pranks and giggled at the confusion on his employees’ faces could actually seem so strong and powerful, too, if he really wanted to. The duality never failed to amaze you.

Having left quite early, you also reached Tokyo pretty early into the afternoon. You both let out relieved sighs when you got out of the elevator after checking in the hotel.

“Finally here,” you sighed and checked the number of your room again.

Jeonghan chuckled and nodded while doing the same. “It’s been quite a long day considering it’s barely one in the afternoon.”

“Tell me about it,” you agreed and squinted a little. “We don’t have the meeting until the evening, do we?”

“No,” he grinned and quirked his eyebrow meaningfully. “Thinking about taking a nap during work, Y/N?”

“May I remind you about which one of us slept for the whole flight, Mr. Yoon?” you asked, a hint of playfulness in your voice, and opened the door to your room.

“Touché,” he laughed and smiled at you warmly from his own door. “No, but really, get the sleep that you need. I’ll come wake you up early enough.”

“Thank you,” you smiled and entered your room, yawning almost immediately after closing the door again.

Your nap was heavenly, and would’ve left you feeling good if you hadn’t had such a heated dream about your boss. Rather than getting a peace of mind from the rest, you were left hot and bothered after you had dreamt about how sensual his kisses would be as his hands would roam around your body, over and under your clothes.

It was just about when his hand was sliding between your legs that you heard knocks on your door that, with the familiar voice calling your name, dragged you back from your sleep.

Your eyes widened as the dream was fresh in your mind, but you tried to appear as casual as you possibly could when you went to open the door, smiled at Jeonghan and told him you’d be done in a moment.

The way you avoided looking into his eyes didn’t go unnoticed by him, although he couldn’t figure out why you couldn’t do it.

The meeting that evening went a lot better than you had anticipated, and the next day was just as successful. You really enjoyed being with Jeonghan, and Seokmin had not been lying when he said that he was easy to be around. Although it was quite a short time, you felt as though you got a bit closer to Jeonghan during the trip, and eventually he also asked you to just call him by his first name rather than Mr. Yoon.

You had no objections, although you did find him all the more attractive whenever you - or anyone else - called him Mr. Yoon.

You had dinner together again on Saturday evening, and somehow it felt like something had changed. Jeonghan would look you in the eyes a lot more often, a playful grin would play on his lips frequently, and if you weren’t completely mistaken, he was trying to flirt with you a little.

All that alone made the atmosphere more on the excited, anticipative side, and you found yourself lost in his eyes, drinking up whatever he said with the low, soft voice of his, and eventually you started thinking about the dream you had had the night before. It had been more or less of a continuation to your short dream during Friday afternoon, and so your mind was largely occupied by the thought of him eating you out passionately, demanding you to look into his eyes while he lapped at your pussy.

You squeezed your legs together subtly as heat began pooling between your legs, and tried to appear attentive when Jeonghan told you a story from the last time he had been in Tokyo for a business trip with Seokmin.

While you battled with your thoughts wandering, Jeonghan was having a bit of a battle in his mind. He had a difficult time admitting just how attractive he thought you were, because that brought about a problem: he was your boss, but he was also awfully eager to take you to bed and show you the side of him that he didn’t at the office.

The clothes you’d worn during the trip emphasized all the right parts of your body, and it left Jeonghan with his pants feeling tight and his imagination running loose, only somewhat controlled by the fact that no matter how much of a playful, silly CEO he was, he also knew his position and didn’t want to use it to take advantage over anyone.

But testing the waters wouldn’t hurt, would it?

He continued building up the courage to put his thoughts into words as you dined, and whenever you licked your lips while looking him straight in the eye, he felt his pants grow tighter. At that point he wasn’t even sure if you were being purposefully suggestive - which you were - or if it just came across as suggestive because he wanted you so much.

The atmosphere continued getting more and more clouded by an unnamed, unacknowledged sexual tension, and while digging into his dessert, Jeonghan decided that he’d just go for it.

“Y/N, I was wondering…” Jeonghan began and lowered his gaze, stopped by his conscience telling him that he shouldn’t be suggesting anything in case the feeling wasn’t mutual.

You raised your eyebrows. “Yes?”

Whether it was the way you were looking at him or the champagne he’d just sipped, Jeonghan somehow found the courage to present the question. “Would you like to spend the night in my room?”

Your heart skipped a beat at the question, and your lips parted as you processed it in your mind. “Like…”

“You don’t have to, of course, I just… thought I was feeling something here,” Jeonghan said with pursed lips, his eyes warm yet dark as he looked at you, hoping he hadn’t offended you yet also hoping that you felt the same way that he did.

Swallowing hard, you then nodded. “...Me too.”

His eyes widened for a moment, and then his lips spread into a smile. “Okay.”

Neither of you was in a rush, though, and you finished the desserts - or whatever little was left of them - peacefully, although the atmosphere was a lot more erotically charged than before with some eye flirting.

You had always found him handsome and intriguing, but never had you ever wanted him as much as you did in that moment, as he looked into your eyes with his looking dark and hooded, his lips slightly parted and his tongue licking them slowly. Soon you were done and could head to the elevator, where Jeonghan pressed the button to the 35th floor. You stood close to him, awfully aware of his presence, and slowly turned more towards him while moving your gaze up to his eyes, too, only to find him looking straight back at you.

Without a word and with only minimal hesitation, Jeonghan got his hand to your lower back and pulled you close to himself, and you were the one to close the distance between your lips with your arms wrapping around his neck.

After a dinner loaded with so much sexual tension, it felt almost heavenly to finally have your hands in Jeonghan’s hair and his lips against yours as his hands began roaming around on your lower body, eagerly feeling up your ass and thighs. His kisses were sinfully good and turned you on quickly, although your imagination had already done a fair share of that earlier, too.

“Should I just stop the elevator?” Jeonghan asked against your lips, impatiently bucking his hips against yours while pulling you against him in a way that left no questions about whether he was hard or not.

Moaning quietly at the sensation, you were somewhat able to shake your head. “We don’t want the company to be banned from here, do we?”

“No,” he breathed and pulled away from you. He took a deep breath and looked at you, his lips a bit puffy and his eyes dark and filled with lust. Biting his lip, he frowned a little. “But it’s moving so slowly and I…”

Jeonghan’s voice trailed off as he, again, contemplated on what was okay to say and what was not, but you weren’t about to have any of it. You wanted to know, and so you grinned and cocked your eyebrow while playing with his hari slowly. “You what?”

Leaning his forehead against yours, Jeonghan sighed. “...want you so bad.”

“That’s too bad,” you smirked and boldly slid your hand down his body, all the way until you could palm him through his suit pants, awfully tight on him. Just as he bucked into your hand, the elevator bell rang quietly and the doors began opening. You withdrew your hand and looked at him meaningfully. “Well?”

“Come on,” he grinned and took your hand into his before leading you out of the elevator and into his room, only one door further from yours. On the inside it was pretty identical to yours, just that it had a trace of Jeonghan here and there in form of his things and clothes.

With the door closed behind yourselves, you turned around to Jeonghan to wrap your arms around his neck again, your gaze moving from his eyes to his lips and back to his eyes. “Finally alone.”

“Tell me about it,” he said quietly and leaned down to kiss your neck. You hummed contently and began leading him towards the bed, and Jeonghan grinned against your lips at that. “I like the determination.”

“There’s been enough waiting,” you replied simply while grinning into the kiss, too, and sat down on the bed, looking up to Jeonghan suggestively. “Do you know when you’re at your hottest, Mr. Yoon?”

He swallowed at the way his name sounded said by you with such a determined, dark look in your eyes, and began leaning down as you lay down on the bed and took his tie into your hand, pulling him closer. “No. Tell me.”

“When you know exactly what you want,” you began with a playful smirk on your lips as you continued pulling Jeonghan closer, all the way until your lips were brushing against each other’s, “and when you make sure you get it, too.”

There was something about what you were saying and how you were saying it that had him awfully impatient, and you let out a quiet moan when you wrapped your legs around his waist and felt him grind against you, letting you feel as much of his erection as his suit pants would allow.

“I want you,” he mumbled against your lips and let his hands roam on your body, caressing you over your dress. Jeonghan then took in a deep breath, somehow more confident after your words. “And I will have you.”

“Please,” you said rushedly and got one hand into his hair and one arm loosely around his neck as you kissed him passionately and met his hips with yours as well as you could.

The dress you were wearing was strapless, much like your bra, and Jeonghan was quick to slide them both down on your body until he could cup your breast with his hand, leaving your nipple between his fingers. You leaned into his touch and unwrapped your arms from around his neck so that you could start unbuttoning the white dress shirt he was wearing under his fitted blazer.

With the shirt unbuttoned, you moved your hands freely on Jeonghan’s upper body and deepened your kisses that only seemed to get more and more passionate, as though revealing all the times you’d wanted to kiss him in the past, just to see if his lips were as soft as they looked. He slid his tongue into your mouth, and you whimpered quietly when it rubbed into your tongue with just the right amount of force to have you buck your hips against his in need of more.

Jeonghan grinned against your lips, but when he was about to move down to kiss your neck, you pushed him back and shook your head. It took all of your willpower to stick to your resolution when he looked at you like that, with his eyes so dark and attractive, but somehow you managed to sit up and get him to sit against the wall. “There’s something I want to do first.”

“Oh?” he asked, almost dumbfounded, but had a smirk spreading to his lips when you pushed his blazer and dress shirt off him before starting to fiddle with the button and zipper of his pants and pressing kisses all over his chest as you kissed your way down his body. “I see.”

You grinned and continued kissing your way down on him while pulling his pants and boxers down on his legs when he lifted his lower body a little, and bit down on your lower lip at the sight of his cock, which looked even better than it had in your dreams. It sat perfectly in your hand, and the thought of how it would feel inside of you had your mouth watering.

Jeonghan watched you with a smug smirk as you adored his length, but the smugness was replaced with pleasure when you leaned down to lick a long stripe from the base of his length to the top and repeated it a few times. He grunted quietly and reached down to tease one of your nipples a little, at which you sighed contently, leaned into his touch and guided the tip of his cock to your lips, which you then wrapped around it.

“Yes,” he sighed and closed his eyes, resorting to just petting your head a little as a way to show appreciation for how good it felt to have your soft lips against such a sensitive body part of his, much less how amazing it was to be encased by the warmth of your mouth.

You loved noticing the effect you had on him, and teasingly looked him in the eye when you began lowering your head with your tongue swirling on the underside of his length. He hummed appreciatively and bit down on his lower lip when you began moving your head up and down a little before sticking to simply tonguing the slit and sucking on the tip. It was a sensitive spot, and it was made all the more obvious by the noises that he let out after every little thing that you did, whether it was you sucking on it lightly or moving your tongue on it.

Considering that he was your boss, you were incredibly pleased to have him under your control, and you just couldn’t not make the best of it. And so, after sucking on the head of his cock for a while, you let him fall off your lips when he started to buck his hips up. He pouted as you kissed his stomach and held the base of his cock.

“Are you teasing me now?” he asked and looked at you with a small frown, and you gave him a smug grin.

“Is it working?” you asked and soon returned to his cock, moving your head up and down in a steady rhythm with your tongue gliding on the underside of his length. The soft ahs that Jeonghan let out were magic to your ears, and everything in the situation turned you on beyond belief.

“You could say that,” he breathed, only to hiss when you pulled up from his cock with your cheeks hollowed. “Fuck…”

Grinning, you began moving your mouth sideways on his cock, wetting it with your tongue and pressing sloppy kisses here and there. “What’s it doing to you, Mr. Yoon?”

Jeonghan grunted at the usage of Mr., and looked at you and the way your lips looked pressed against his cock. “Mostly just making me want to fuck you even more than I did before.”

You froze for a second, almost giving in to the temptation of just that, but then kept going with the blowjob that was making Jeonghan’s toes curl. The wet warmth of your mouth felt heavenly on him, and the way your tongue felt when you were teasing his slit with it was making him see stars.

He could feel himself getting closer and closer, and after reaching for a complementary condom from the drawer of the nightstand, Jeonghan gently urged you to stop and lift your face. He looked deep into your eyes and cupped your cheek as he licked his lips slowly. “My turn.”

You got out of your dress and took off your bra and panties, and Jeonghan observed you with interest while putting the condom on himself. You looked at him meaningfully and swallowed when he beckoned you to get closer, which you did, getting one of your knees over his hips and lowering your body so that his cock was between your folds.

“This is a nice sight,” Jeonghan grinned and smoothed his hands over your thighs and ass while you rocked your hips back and forth, shivering a little with how turned on you were already.

“I’m not complaining, either,” you noted with a small smirk and lifted your hips a little so that Jeonghan could guide his cock to your entrance. You looked him in the eye and bit down on your lower lip as you sank down on him, moaning at the way he filled you up. He grunted, too, and held your hips tightly, almost overwhelmed with how amazing your pussy felt around him.

Without much further ado - you were way too horny to just take it easy - you began rocking your hips on his lap, knowing just how to do it to get the most pleasure for yourself, and judging by the noises Jeonghan was letting out, he enjoyed it, too. His cock hit all the right spots inside of you, and while you worked your magic with your hips, Jeonghan was mesmerized just looking at you.

You were gorgeous, and the sight added to how amazing he was feeling had him feeling several other things, too. He grunted at how well you were moving your hips and contracting your muscles around his cock and moved his hands from your hips to your breasts to play with them. You moaned at the sensation and placed your hands on his chest to support you when you began moving on him a bit harder and faster, and since the positioning of your hands squished your breasts together a little, Jeonghan grinned to himself.

Somewhere amidst you riding him desperately, Jeonghan began fucking up into you, his hands now back on your hips and pushing you down on himself. You whimpered. “Y-yes, that feels so good, ah…”

Jeonghan merely nodded and bucked up harder, although a few moments later he stopped and stroked your thighs. You quirked your eyebrow and looked at him in a daze, only able to think about how sensitive you were and how you needed more.

“I don’t want you to have to do all the work,” Jeonghan said, his voice low yet soft, and helped you get off his cock. As you sat next to each other on the bed, he kissed you passionately while playing with your breasts, after which he told you what he had in mind.

You grinned as you lie down on your right side and bit down on your lower lip when you felt Jeonghan lift your left leg so that he could more easily push into you, and moaned satedly when he had bottomed out. He hissed when he was encased by the warmth of your pussy again and kissed your upper back passionately while holding your right breast snugly in his hand, playing with its nipple every now and then.

It felt heavenly on both ends - something about the position made you feel even tighter than before, which in turn made him feel bigger - and you focused solely on the pleasure you were experiencing. Jeonghan was very much lost in you; lost in how amazing you felt around him, how amazing you sounded, how amazing you felt under his touch… It was all perfect.

As his orgasm started approaching him, Jeonghan began fucking you a bit harder, which had your breath hitching in your throat a little. You were so turned on and the knot in the pit of your stomach was tightening a little, and yet it felt like something was missing; something that would throw you over the edge.

You met the movements of Jeonghan’s hips as well as you could, and it didn’t take too long for him to push deep into you, suck lightly on your neck and hold your breast almost desperately as he released into the condom. He panted, and you continued moving your hips a little as an attempt to get closer to your own release, too.

“You didn’t come, did you?” Jeonghan mumbled by your ear, still rocking his hips back and forth slowly. You shook your head weakly and moaned quietly when he squeezed your breast and kissed you by your ear. “Let me get you off, too.”

He let go of your breast, pulled out of you and got rid of the condom, and with a mere blink of your eyes he had moved to the lower end of the bed, turned you to your back and spread your legs so that he had easy access to your pussy, soaked with anticipation and begging for more touch. You looked at him with your lips parted, but as he dove right in to lap at your wetness, you closed your eyes and threw your head back.

Jeonghan grinned when you bucked your hips a little against his mouth, and when you got one hand into his hair, he only got more excited. He ran his tongue over your swollen clit relentlessly time after time, and only when you began quivering a little underneath him, he moved lower to tongue your entrance a little. You whined and bucked against him, and once he returned to focus on your sensitive bundle of nerves, you moaned.

The knot in the pit of your stomach was tightening at a fast rate, only fueled by the wet sounds that came from Jeonghan eating you out with such vigor. He pulled back a little, and you let out a dissatisfied whine.

“I want you to look at me,” he said, his voice far from the soft tone he had been using for the longest time, and instead full of the authority he so rarely showed. The tone alone sent shivers down your spine, and so you quickly folded the pillow underneath your head and looked at him right in the eye, and the way it all reminded you of your dream the night before made you clench around nothing. His eyes curved as he grinned. “Good.”

You bit down on your lower lip as you struggled keeping your eyes open and focused on Jeonghan, ho looked back at you intently while his tongue explored your pussy, massaging your clit in ways that made you see stars. He wrapped his lips around it, and smirked almost devilishly when you momentarily shut your eyes as a moan left your lips. You were quick to open your eyes again, however, and as some sort of a way to reward you for still following his order of a kind, he began sucking on your nub lightly, just enough to have your back arching.

“J-Jeonghan,” you breathed, your chest heaving rapidly as he continued eating you out eagerly, and you continued giving him encouraging nods with your orgasm approaching you faster and faster.

He began giving your clit fast licks with just the right amount of pressure, and it wasn’t much later that you were bucking your hips against his mouth in a steady rhythm with your legs on either side of his face and your hand tight in his hair. You threw your head back and closed your eyes as your orgasm rocked through you, only intensified as Jeonghan continued giving attention to your most sensitive parts and eagerly lapped at your release.

Soon he pulled back with a wide grin on his face as he looked at you, panting and looking incredibly sated and spent. He crawled up on the bed, and after wiping his face with the back of his hand and licking it clean, he leaned down to kiss your neck. You lazily got your arms around his neck and pulled him into a proper kiss before letting him go and lie down next to you.

For a while you were both silent, merely looking at the ceiling and catching your breaths. Jeonghan reached for your hand, and you smiled as you let him take it into his.

“You know,” Jeonghan began quietly, slowly rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb. You hummed, encouraging him to continue, and turned to look at him curiously. “I’ve been keeping an eye on you for a while.”

“What kind of an eye?” you asked with a grin and moved a bit closer to him on the bed.

He looked at you with a silly, wide smile and shook his head. His eyes twinkled happily. “Not the kind you think. Or maybe a little.”

“Go on,” you hummed and let yourself get lost in his deep, brown eyes. Jeonghan let out a quiet giggle.

“Firstly, your work performance is spectacular,” he began, and as he continued, his voice got softer and his smile widened. “But you’ve also got the brightest smile of the office, and I like the way you look at me.”

“The way I look at you?” you asked with a snort and hid your face with your arm. “What about it?”

“It’s cute, and you seem to get lost in thought a lot,” Jeonghan said softly and got closer to you on the bed so that he could move your arm away from your face and look into your eyes. “And I love it when you act like you weren’t staring.”

“I’m glad if you don’t mind,” you smiled, and it only widened on your lips when he leaned down to kiss you.

“Not at all,” Jeonghan whispered after pulling up and licked his lips. He looked into your eyes in a way that made your heart flutter a little. “We don’t have to be weird about this, right?”

“No,” you said quietly and shook your head a little while placing a hand on Jeonghan’s shoulder. “I know you’re my boss, but… do you think we could do this again sometime?”

“Dine and have sex?” he asked with a playful grin and nodded. “Regularly, if you’d like. I want to get to know you better.”

“Me too,” you replied and played with his hair as he leaned down to kiss you again.

After the business trip, the two of you did, indeed, meet up every now and then over dinner and, more often than not, sex. Sometimes he’d even ask you to stay overtime - for a reason, usually - and it would often end up getting steamy, with the two of you starting with simply making out and ending up having sex in his office.

Neither of you was particularly fond of being a part of an office romance, but you were too drawn to each other to mind, and although you knew you were each other’s only ones, you didn’t think too deep about it nor did you treat it too seriously.

You just were, with no strings attached yet with so many strings attached, and until one of you expressed unhappiness, that was okay. The two of you enjoyed being with each other in various ways, and for now that was enough.

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selina-kyle89 · 8 years ago

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Good Moaning America (Seb x Reader)

Characters: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Smut, thigh riding, Smut

A/N: Inspired by Seb’s Instagram post from his new iPhone and all the Good Morning America stuff. Damn him.

‘First selfie from the new phone’ Sebastian’s text had read, followed by a smoldering picture of him with his poufy hair and pouty lips on display. You were currently en route to be with him in New York while he does press for his latest projects, was he trying to kill you before you got there?

‘Holy shit babe, I almost had a heart attack on the plane. Is that your look for Good Moaning America?’

Before you could catch your mistake it was already sent. Instantly the three little bubbles appeared indicating Sebastian was responding. You could just imagine what your little autocorrect mistake had done to him, it had been 2 weeks since you had seen one another.

‘You sure you want me to have America moaning babe? I’d rather just hear you ;)’

You bit your lip at his response, heat pooling between your thighs. ‘Cheeky bastard.’ You thought, quickly typing your response.

‘You’re absolutely right Mr. Stan. As a matter of fact, why wait til morning, I should be in New York in about an hour ;)’

His reply was almost instant. ‘Oh babydoll, I’m counting down the minutes until I have you all to myself.’

You shivered with anticipation and settled into your seat, hoping to squeeze in a quick nap before arriving in New York. By the looks of it, you were gonna need it.

By the time your plane landed, taxied to the gate and you made it off and to the baggage claim, you were already 45 minutes later than planned. The car that was sent to pick you up got stuck in traffic and by the time you pulled up in front of the fancy hotel you were staying in it was an hour and a half past your planned arrival. You checked in at the desk and made your way up the elevator, anxious to see your blue eyed man.

You burst through the hotel room you were sharing with Sebastian, ready to pounce.

“Baby!” Seb called out, shooing away the team getting him ready for the premiere and making his way to you. He scooped you in his embrace and planted a firm kiss on your lips. You sighed and melted into his firm body, convinced you were now boneless.

“Hi babe. I’ve missed you.” You murmured against his lips, nuzzling your nose against his.

He smiled and pulled back slightly. “Missed you too. Wish we had more time but responsibilities are calling my dear.”

You whined as he pulled away to finish getting ready. You were accompanying him to the premiere so you needed to get ready as well.

The dress you picked for the premiere was simple but beautiful and matched Sebastian’s black suit. When you revealed your look to him, Sebastian looked awestruck.

“Wow babe, you look incredible. That dress is...killer.” He whispered in your ear, running his hands up and down your body. “It’ll be so much fun taking you out of it later.”

All throughout the red carpet, the interviews, the photos, premiere and after party, Seb’s words stuck with you. And of course, being the flirty little shit he was, he kept sending you sexy little smirks from across the room, squeezing your thigh in the middle of conversations and letting his hand wander a little too low when holding your waist. Needless to say, by the end of the night you were ready to take him outside and fuck him against the back of the building.

As if Seb could sense your desperation he finally started saying his goodbyes and led you out of the venue. The car ride back to the hotel was full of tension. Aside from holding your hand, Seb barely glanced at you, which frustrated you beyond belief. When you entered the elevator, Seb immediately pinned you to the wall, his lips attaching to your neck. You moaned and Seb instantly clasped his hand over your mouth.

“Shhhh, no noise prinţesă.” He purred against your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

When the elevator reached your floor, Sebastian detached yourself from your body and led you to your room. He slid the keycard into the door and pulled you through. You started to slip your heels off when a hand caught your wrist.

“Leave those on.” Seb growled.

You smirked as you reached for the zipper on your dress, sliding it down the side of your body slowly, enjoying Sebastian’s groan of annoyance at the pace.

“Patience, Mr. Stan. The best things come to those who wait.”

“Fuck that.” He ground out, pulling the dress from your body and pinning you to the bed.

When he saw that you were bare underneath your dress, it was like a switch flipped in Sebastian. He shucked his clothes from his body at superhuman speed and sat on the bed, patting his lap for you to climb on.

You licked your lips at the sight of his muscular thighs, an idea forming in your head. Wordlessly you straddled one thigh, letting your juices spread as you began to grind back and forth. You gasped at the feeling of your clit rubbing against the hard muscle, you were so close already and the predatory look Sebastian was giving you wasn’t helping.

“Look at you, prinţesă, so desperate. You want to cum baby?”

“Y..yes, gonna cum baby. Feels so good.” You groaned, rubbing your pussy faster against Sebastian’s leg.

“That’s it baby, wanna see you cum all over me.” Sebastian grunted, his hands coming to grip your hips, pushing you harder against him. The delicious pleasure swirled in your belly, coupled with Seb’s lips on your neck and the sinfully dirty words he was whispering, you came undone. Your mouth opened and you moaned out as your orgasm hit you hard.

Not giving you any time to come down, Seb lifted you off his thigh and impaled you on his desperately hard cock, pounding up into you as you shivered with the intensity.

“Fuck baby, you tryin’ to kill me?” You managed to sputter as Seb continued thrusting into your needy cunt.

“I think it’s the opposite sweetheart. You feel so fuckin’ good, all tight and squeezing me like you’re doing. Fuck I’m not gonna last long you keep it up.”

You pushed on Seb’s chest, causing him to fall back onto the bed and you started riding him like your life depended on it. Each stroke hitting the spot deep inside you that had you seeing stars. Seb moaned when you picked up the pace, bouncing wildly on his throbbing cock, just as desperate as him to cum.

“Jesus baby, look at you, look so good riding my cock like that, tits bouncing in my face. Fuck don’t stop, I’m so close.” Seb grunted, large hands coming to pull you into a searing kiss.

You came then, screaming into the kiss as Seb fucked you through it. You felt his release spill into you, running down your leg.

You both collapsed back on the bed, panting heavily from the exertion. You turned to look at the man beside you, his hair sticking up in a million different ways, cheeks red but a lazy smile on his face. He looked back at you, smiling at your (surely) equally disheveled appearance.

“Lemme clean us up and then we can cuddle.” He said, hopping off the bed and heading to the bathroom to get a towel. After the cleanup, you both snuggled under the plush comforter, Seb pulled you into his side and you sighed contentedly.

“I gotta get up early. I have to give America a good moaning.” Seb said, breaking the silence and causing you to roll your eyes.

“If by America, you mean me, then yes, yes you do.” You stated, closing your eyes as Sebastian chuckled and kissed your forehead.

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bi-antagonist · 8 years ago

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20 Years

I found this at the far end of one of my Purple Tint drafts and decided to share it with you all. I don’t remember exactly why I wrote this chronological thing, but it looks really neat so... enjoy, I guess.

Title: 20 Years

Word Count: 1617

Pairing: Namelessshipping (Red/Green)

When he's four he makes the most unemotional kid at kindergarten cry. He managed to truly upset a child that never spoke, never cried, never screamed. His teacher was yelling at him for it, but he only remembered reaching out in guilt and offering the kid his expensive and fluffy Poliwag doll. The tears stopped as the boy looked up at him, his body drowned on a large, ridiculous dark blue overall, which fitted awkwardly over a red shirt and Meowth socks. He took the pokemon doll in his tiny hands and smiled. Blue found himself grinning, too.

When he's five, he and Red are running through gramps’ lab, tripping on the carpets and making a mess in the computer room. Gramps gave them the lecture of their lives, but it didn't matter. Green had won the race, so now Red had to share his candy with him.

When he's six he's coming back from school, Red and Daisy waiting for him with a warm taiyaki. Green takes it and dramatically retells his day, focussing more on the pokemon lessons than the boring numbers his teacher forced him to memorize, or the basic hiragana he already knew long before joining first grade. Red loved pokemon, so even though his sister could care less about Bulbasaur’s evolutionary line, Green kept going and retelling every detail he could remember with his serious grown-up voice.

When he's seven, he's walking hand in hand with his best friend, a boy much shorter than him whose nerves made his hands tremble. They cross the road as Green tries to cheer Red up for his first day of school. It's his duty to do so, after all. Red's anxiety becomes curiosity when Green talks about Miss Honda's Meowth, the boy staring at him with big puppy eyes and a sulky pout. Green laughs at him, receiving a well-aimed kick in the shin.

When he's eight, he takes Red to the Cerulean Aquarium. Both of them scream and run around in pure bliss, gramps explaining each pokemon and from what region they are with a smile. Red and Green press their faces against the glass and gape, blue light casting on the walls and reflecting on each water type like neon. On their way home, gramps puts him on his shoulders as Red walks by their side, a large Horsea plush between his arms.

When he's nine, he's making a promise under the covers in the middle of the night, a lantern casting light on the walls of their small shelter. He and Red promise to never leave each other, no matter what, before breaking in a fit of laugher. Daisy screams at them from the other room. Green tells her off and reaches for his cards, silently asking for a game. Red nods.

When he's ten, he's lost. He goes to fifth grade, unsure on what to do. Red proclaims he'll become champion, much to gramps delight. Green frowns. If Red wanted to be a champion, then so did he. That made them rivals. Green never went to a sleepover with him again.

When he's eleven, he starts his journey. He trains his pokemon hard and attacks fast, leaving his mark on the world. Everyone knows him, everyone praises him for his talent, and most despise him for his loud mouth. However, it's not enough, it will never be enough. Red always wins, his enemy always wins. And gramps seems happy with it, no longer calling Green every week to know how he's doing.

When he's twelve he becomes the youngest champion, receiving the title directly from his childhood idol, Lance. It doesn't last long. Red comes and takes, not even Green’s dignity escaping his dirty hands. Green falls on the empty hall in a voiceless cry, the world shattering around him. Gramps doesn't give him a ride home, too busy with his favourite grandson.

When he's thirteen he's actually screaming, voice raw as tears pour from his eyes. He grabs Red by the jacket and keeps on jabbing out each angry word, shaking the body in front of him till his fingers go numb. Red's eyes are wide, his lips parted as he takes it without fight. Green punches him for it, the boy falling on the dirt as a purple mark stretched across his face. For the second time, Green makes Red cry.

When he's fourteen he becomes a gym leader, Lance handing him the title. Red is long gone, off into some mountain far away from him. Gramps doesn't speak much, safe from the occasional pokemon report. Viridian is distracting enough.

When he's fifteen, he realizes how dull life is when you're at the top. There's no challenge, no adrenaline, no nothing. Only a cocky mask to cover how bored you actually are with each passing battle. At least Leaf and Misty were fun to argue with. He wonders if Red feels the same hole in his chest as well.

When he's sixteen, a boy walks into his life like a tornado. He reminds him of a distant friend, safe from his obnoxious personality. The boy challenges him every week. It makes Green feel alive for the first time in a while. Ethan becomes a constant afterwards, always there to both piss him off and cheer him up. Green finds himself calling the boy and rambling each time he feels off. Ethan never judges him for it, taking each word with a nod and an invite do the fighting dojo.

When he's seventeen, reality hits him like a slap. Ethan defeats Red, making the guy enter his life once more. Each night is plagued with thoughts about how he's doing, if he's okay, if he's mad. Green feels his heart clutching each time, a dreadful energy flushing through his veins. On the same year, Daisy leaves for Unova in her honeymoon. On the same year, Ethan returns to Johto. Not much later, all magazines are talking about his apparent interest in men. Green wants to say he doesn't care, but the way he reacts when people name call him out on the fame check says otherwise. At least gramps doesn't seem to care.

When he's eighteen, he takes a trip to Kalos. Lance says he needs to take a break, and Leaf offers to take the gym for as long as he's gone. Green takes the chance to enrol in some pokemon genetics class, ending up staying a year in the region. It feels as if a weight was slowly being lifted from his shoulders. He wonders if Red needs that too.

When he's nineteen, he gives up on pretending he doesn't care. He marches up Mount Silver, a testament on his tongue, only to have all words knocked from him when he sees him. Red looks equally as shocked, dropping whatever he was doing to stare at Green. His hair is longer, he’s taller than Green ever was, he’s broader, he is... He is Red. Instead of saying ‘I missed you’, Green runs up to him and punches his shoulder, going into a shouting spree again. Red doesn't look as scared this time, only re-throwing the punch before hugging him tightly.

When he's twenty he takes Red to Unova. They battle, but most importantly, they explore. They walk arm in arm through the streets, Green filling up the silence as Red looks around. The air is cold, so they press against each other, grinning from ear to ear. It’s still rough, but at least it’s something.

When he's twenty one, they kiss for the first time. It's cut short when Silver screams, Ethan taking a picture of them with a grin plastered on his lips. Red hides his face with his cap as Green chases the brat around the apartment, breaking a vase along the way. A week later, gramps and Daisy come to congratulate them. The media doesn't talk about anything else for a month. Somewhat, Green couldn’t be happier. He traces invisible patterns on Red’s chest before drifting off, his room not feeling as empty and cold as it used to.

When he's twenty two, he and Red move into a new apartment on the far end of the Viridian City. It's calmer, but still close to everything. He has a warm bed to greet him each night, and a person to talk to about his generally boring days at the gym. At night, they watch unrealistic soap operas as Pikachu and Eevee nap on their laps, the occasional laugh filling the air.

When he's twenty three, he goes to Alola with him. The sun is hot on his skin, his throat is always dry, and not even the local fruity drinks manage to cool his stomach. He drags his feet through the sand as the sun sets, tired from a day of multi-battling. Red grabs his hand with a lazy smile and kisses his forehead. Green feels like it's time. He makes Red cry one third time as he gets on knee, the words 'marry me' melting together after a string of sappy and honest compliments.

When he's twenty four, they get married. It's nothing big, only family and a few close friends sharing the moment and smiling on each photo. Ethan spills champagne all over the wedding cake as Leaf slips and tears part of her dress, gramps almost choking on his laugh. Daisy catches everything on camera, even the giddy smiles and tiny kisses Green and Red share when they think no one is looking.

He doesn't know what happens at twenty five, or afterwards for the matter. He just hopes he never forgets the promise he made when he was nine years old.

#namelessshipping #trainer red #green oak #blue oak #pkmn #fic #I had to edit some stuff before posting here since there were grammar mistakes but??#this old thing actually looks nice?#not a masterpiece but... idk #guess i like chronological stuff #if you can call it that

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moonraccoon-exe · 8 years ago

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The Chocobros going to the chocobo moogle carnival! (bonus if it's their first time attending one)

Actually, today was my very first time in the Chocobo Moogle carnival, as well! So I totally keep those bonus points. That you didn’t say were bonus points but I’m taking as bonus points anyway. Cause I can. Yay for first time in the carnival!

(Beware Keep Reading line for mobile users)

The first impressions when walking up into the carnival.

Noctis:

“Wha- what is going on now…? Look at all these people…( ‘’’o﹏o)”

Gladio:

“HOORAY, this means a lot of food, yo, guys! Betcha all I’ll get more prizes than you. o(○｀ω´○)9 ”

Ignis:

“This seems like an unnecessary waste of money to me. But it does look like good entertainment. （￣︶￣）”

Prompto:

“AAAAAH, IT’S CHOCOBO HEAVEN, GUYS! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ”

They tried to stay together at first.

They failed.

But let’s see what they did manage to do together first.

There was a happy, calm walk of the four around Altissia to look around, entertained and satisfied enough with only that.

Noctis was asked by someone in a Moogle costume to go do the moogle dance.

Noctis…is not a good dancer.

Prompto recorded everything.

Ignis is trying not to laugh and failing a bit because

Gladio’s bursting in laughter.

“Enough, you all! -`д´- “

Noctis won’t get a break from the guys constantly bringing it up as they continue going around.

They’re still walking just to see what pops up.

PrompTO’S GASPING.

*GAAAAAAAAASP*

“GUYS”

“What is it!? Troubles!? The Empire!?”

“IT’S MOOGLE CHOCOBO CARNIVAL OUTFITS! ヽ（゜ロ゜；）ノ“

Ignis is in denial and lectures Prompto on how innapropiate and childish and silly that is and-

They end up buying identical outfits.

Ignis will never forgive them for making him wear that stupid hat with the fake pompom.

Ignis secretly loves his pompom hat.

There wasn’t a shirt Gladio’s size, but they still bought the biggest they found.

This is Gladio walking around in a tight crop top that’s not supposed to be a crop top.

It’s chocobo races.

Prompto wants to go first because he thinks he’s the best on it.

Prompto’s currently in the water. He fell off the chocobo mid-race.

They all insist Ignis gives it a go, but the man insist of refusing.

Ignis decides there will be no harm on trying once.

Ignis is not allowed back in the chocobo races because he just broke an impossible record and the kids are upset no one can beat it.

Do you have an idea of how many moogle theme stuff Gladio’s going to buy for Iris?

It’s ridiculous.

It was too much, Noctis has to start saving all the souvenirs in his magic storage.

The guys meet this guy that lost 15 baby chocobos and asks them to track them.

“CHOCOBO” (୨ ●ꇴ●)୨

That was Prompto.

The party is going around Altissia looking at stalls and chocobos and different stuff while keeping in mind they’re searching for the little fellas.

They find one and it goes fine! ^ᴗ^

They spotted the second one across the water and on a lower level than the one they were in.

Noctis suggested he warped to make it quicker.

Noctis took too long chasing the chocobo.

The guys decided to catch up with him.

They got lost.

Needless to say, when Noctis warped back they were gone.

While looking for Noctis, Prompto spots another chocobo.

Prompto’s tiptoeing towards it to catch it.

Gladio and Ignis are busy talking about what to do to find Noct to notice their other son friend is tiptoeing away.

Prompto ends up chasing the chocobo in silence for so long he doesn’t notice he goes too far away.

He gets lost.

It’s a mess.

Gladio and Ignis worry for a moment.

They get easily distracted with moogle-shaped and chocobo-shaped cotton candy.

They also get distracted at some game stalls in which Gladio’s endlessly breaking more records and winning endless plush toys and other souvenirs.

Ignis’ arms are full of stuff and toys.

They stop only for a moment while Gladio’s helping him with all the things.

“Hm…”

“What is it, Iggy?”

“You know, Prompto’s lost on his own…Noct is wandering around on his own as well…and we two are together looking for them, with you on the lead and I following close.”

“So?”

“It feels…oddly familiar.”

None of them can remember or say why, so they easily shrug it off and continue their oh so desperate seach for the other guys.

…they’re stopping at every game stall they find.

They’re also taking a gondola just to relax and stare at the beautiful city and carnival.

Day off from those two, thanks the astrals.

Noctis did try to look for the guys.

He ended up distracted cause a kid lost her ballons.

Noctis warped to recover them for her, but spotted another child in the same distress.

Noctis has somehow ended up gifting balloons.

“Isn’t this supposed to be somebody else’s work…?”

Noctis still tries to look for his friends.

He ended up too tired (mentally) to do that.

He’s too lazy for this shit.

Noctis is sat at a dock, fishing.

He doesn’t care anymore.

Prompto did catch that chocobo and made it return with the guy by the fountain.

Prompto tried going back on his steps to see if he found Gladio and Ignis, but no luck.

Prompto’s a bit stressed.

Prompto’s asking around if they’ve seen “A huge guy with a tiny shirt, a man of glasses with this ‘scary dad look’, or a black haired guy that can’t dance.”

Some people tell him Yes and send him places, but Prom doesn’t catch up in time with the others.

Prompto’s actually putting effort in looking for his friends.

But he’s very easily distracted by the baby chocobos.

His search for friends makes him inevitably walk up into the chocobos, and he loses time into catching them.

Prompto doesn’t know how to hold this many chocobos.

Prompto bought gyshals for them and gave each a try so they can stick to him without needing to carry them.

Prompto is currently walking around Altissia with a baby chocobo army walking behind him in a straight line.

Prompto became Chocobo mom.

Chocomom. Momcobo. He’s Mamocobo. Chocomama.

Hahaha, chocomama, that sounds like the worst Final Fantasy rapper name ever.

Prompto’s not noticing he’s become a main interest point.

This blond guy with this carnival outfit walking around with like 10 baby chocobos walking behind him all lined up, omg, mom, take a picture! .A.

Prompto really is trying to find his friends, but now he’s also distracted by the people that walk up to him asking for photos.

Prompto spots Noctis later on.

The man already caught 20 fishes, 15 of which had prizes to them.

Prompto was so excited about finding him that he didn’t stop to think Noctis could warp towards him safely.

Instead, Prom threw himself to the water and swam over to him.

The chocobos are following.

They swim better than Prom, tbh.

Noct and Prom team up and start looking for the other pair.

They’re distracted by this guy in chocobo costume that asks Noct to do the chocobo dance.

“Why do they always ask me…?”

Prompto just recorded that too.

Noctis really can’t dance.

Prompto’s taking his turn.

The guy is ROCKING the chocobo dance.

Prompto’s adding his own movements.

Prompto just became main attraction again, dancing professionally with the guy in chocobo costume, with these other 14 chocobos around him.

“We’re supposed to be undercover, you know that, Prom?”

“And we are doing a FANTASTIC JOB! ╰(・∇・╰) “

Prompto really hasn’t noticed he’s like the star of the carnival.

Noctis is recovering balloons for so many kids, somebody help this man.

They find and chase the 15th chocobo.

It was a mess.

They ran, fell, stumbled, screamed, ran into glass doors, against walls, Noctis fell off a bridge into the water, Prompto ended up hanging from an edge, and the chocobo is enjoying of this.

But, hair messed, a hat lost, dirty and bruised, they recover the damn little ass.

They go give it back to the fountain guy, hoping maybe Gladio and Ignis are waiting there.

They weren’t.

The guy was grateful and gave them tokens, but Prom is just SO SAD right now.

The chocobos were so cute, he was Chocomom for a day, he misses the little idiots. (◞‸◟；)

Noctis feels bad for him.

Noctis is taking him to see the big chocobos.

Prompto’s frantically taking photos of everything, lots of selfies with Noct and chocobos, and enjoying of the sight.

“CHO CO BO HEAVEEEEEN ヽ(´∇｀)ﾉ”

Noctis tries to be the best friend and win a chocobo plush for Prom.

It’s a shooting game, you can’t expect Prom to stay still.

By the time Noct wins the chocobo plush for his friend and turns to see him, Prom just won 10 of those for himself.

It’s getting late, so they decide to keep looking for Gladio and Ignis.

Prom and Noct, still messed, soaked, dirty and bruised, catch up with them.

They’re in a restaurant.

Ignis is smiling.

Gladio’s busy chomping and chowing down this huge dish, while Ignis watches him saying something about being “impressed, this is your fifth dish, I’m not sure if I should be amazed or terrified”.

“…hey, guys.”

Gladio and Ignis turn to look at them and entirely freeze.

Gladio has this huge trail of noodles hanging from his mouth.

There’s an awkward silence.

Noct and Prom look at the huge bag filled of toys and badges, at Ignis hugged to this moogle toy, wearing a pair of toy, huge ass chocobo glasses, a bigger pompom hat, funny moogle face paint, and Gladio still with half-his-bite hanging from his mouth, bigger hat as well, brand new shirt, chocobo face paint and the hair braided with flowers.

“…a-ah, Noct, Prompto, we were so worried… (⌐▨_▨) ”

“Yeah, it looks like you were exhaustingly looking for us.”

“Oh yes, you have no idea, thank the gods we found you already.”

“Ignis, WE found you two.”

“AND in case you’re wondering, we fell into the water, got lost, wandered alone, chased a chocobo that made us run into walls and fall off bridges, while we’ve been looking for you two this entire time.”

There’s an awkward silence.

“Oh yes, we…were desperately looking for you two as well. We…won these…this is…all these are…to…sell…so we could set Missing posters up and…the dinner is…because…we were so worried…that…Gladio almost passes from the worry, and needed some-”

“The time is still counting, gentleman! You’ll be the first to finish the trial of all five dishes in only an hour and earn this dinner all for FREE! Don’t stop!”

Ignis is staring at the waiter in silence.

There’s awkward silence.

“…we may have gotten a little distracted, I admit.”

Gladio and Ignis spent the entire evening very nicely, tbh.

Well, the guys are reunited now.

So it’s time to visit THE ARENA!

Gladio’s first to try the one game of hitting the cactuar (sorry, non-english speaker here, not sure what the game’s called for you).

Gladio thinks it’s going to be easy.

Gladio requested they set the REAL cactuar and not the one for fair display.

Ignis is currently attending a 1000-needleed Gladio.

Noct tried with the for-entertainment-use catcuar.

He damn rocked the game.

The shooting game.

Of course, the guys sent their best player.

PromptO’S ROCKING THE DAMN GAME

Maybe he got a bit too excited.

Maybe he just broke the mechanism out of excitement and accident.

BUT he won candies for all the gang!

Prompto’s going to be taking selfies of all four of them across the evening/night.

They’re having so much fun, omg, Square Enix, please let them be this happy forever.

Prompto’s also taking pics of them while they’re not seeing.

He likes to capture the real reactions/emotions.

He has this picture sequence,

Noct is smiling to the camera, Gladio’s giving his back.

Gladio’s turning around.

Gladio’s accidentally hitting Noct with the huge bag he’s carrying with souvenirs and toys.

Noct is falling back and Gladio’s waving at the camera.

Next picture is Gladio alone dropping the bag and trying to catch Noctis, who’s missing in the photo except for the tip of his foot that’s poking from behind the edge of the bridge.

Next picture is Gladio’s butt and legs at the edge of the bridge.

Next picture is nothing.

Next picture is Ignis laughing and pointing at Gladio and Noctis coming out of the water in the background.

Next photo is a selfie of Prom and Ignis laughing and pointing at Gladio and Noct still in background unaware of the photo, arguing.

These guys are a mess.

The fireworks!

The guys are pretty excited, sharing convos on the experience of the day.

Ignis is cleaning his glasses during all the gondola ride even though they’re already perfectly clean.

He doesn’t want to miss a single detail of the colors and lights.

The fireworks start.

The chocobros sometimes laugh in awe or clap or let out a little ‘Wow’, but there’s almost no words sharing between them.

Too busy looking at the stunning fireworks.

Prompto takes his camera out, but stops midway through putting it up.

Prompto snapped a picture of the fireworks, an individual photo for each of them, one of the bros without him, and a selfie of them all.

But that’s it, he put the camera away.

“Oii, Prompto” it’s Gladio speaking “this is so good, I’d thought you’d be dying to take photos of every second.”

“Nah, man. These are enough. I’d like to look at them myself, now. :)”

The chocobros are all in the most comfortable and bonding silence, looking up at the sky.

It’s stunning.

Best damn day EVER.

Lots of fun for the Chocoband! ヽ(´∇｀)ﾉ

#chocobros #moogle chocobo carnival #ignis #noctis #prompto #gladio #headcanons #i guess?#ffxv #final fantasy xv

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hongbab · 8 years ago

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The Songbird - Wonshik snorts, half a smile quirking the left corner of his mouth upwards, but a beat later it dies down and he looks up with sadness in his eyes. “Please, don’t hurt Jaehwan,” he says quietly. “He’s not the one at fault.” (Leo/Ken, pg-13, 5622)

a/n: written for this prompt. this is probably not what you had in mind, anon, but i hope you’ll still like it;;

It’s 2.36am and Taekwoon is still sitting in front of his computer with his elbows on his desk, his fingers buried under his hair as he holds his forehead in his palms.

Everyone else from the department has already gone home and he should have done so as well, but instead, he keeps staring at the blaring monitor with the browser open at the intranet home page. He doesn’t know how to start this. Or, more like, he can’t start it without having to crawl out of his skin.

When Hakyeon called him into his office, Taekwoon thought he might want to praise him for single-handedly catching the head of that lowly gang of drug smugglers, maybe even tell him to take a few days off as a reward. And Hakyeon praised him, told him he was his best man, and his eyes were sparkling, a happy but nervous smile plastered on his face. However, he didn’t give Taekwoon any rewards, but—and he looked troubled when he did this—gave him a new case that most detectives had failed to solve thus far.

“You are our only hope,” Hakyeon said, sliding a file towards Taekwoon on the desk. “He’s a fucking phantom and everyone’s so lost.”

So, for the last three hours, Taekwoon has been sitting behind his computer with the file open in front of him, pictures and screenshots and handwritten notes and printed pages all scattered around, the name ‘Songbird’ repeated on every single piece of paper. This is torture and he’s already cringing so hard.

He has solved so many cases during his career: from criminal possession of weapons through mysterious deaths to some mafia-level shit, and now he’s been assigned this. He hates it more than anything before.

Maybe he’ll just start tonight, proceed until the point his colleagues have been unable to move on from, and say he can’t do it.

The Songbird’s website is entitled—surprise, surprise—‘Songbird’ and it’s pretty much just a blank index page with a high-resolution picture of some kind of bird* with the weirdest reddish-yellowish-orange feathers—the ends of which look like locks of red hair—and yellow and green head that Taekwoon has ever seen (he hasn’t seen a great many kinds of birds in his life). He clicks the image and a welcoming page pops up, asking him to either sign up or sign in.

This is it. This is where he should stop.

Taekwoon lets out a sigh and clicks the sign up button which directs him to a page that asks for his e-mail address, name, gender, the date of his birth, and the details of his credit card. How can this person be so fucking obvious.

He digs out the expired credit card Hakyeon handed him with the documents from under the pile of papers and types up the numbers, filling in the form entirely with fake personal data. He clicks the confirmation link in the e-mail he receives in his—again—fake inbox, and on the new page that pops up the title reads, ‘Welcome to Paradise’, a text box appearing underneath and asking him to write a letter to the owner of the site about how he found them, what he wants from them, and what he wishes to do to them.

Taekwoon lets his head fall on the desk and the pain in his forehead grounds him enough not to start screaming in frustration.

When the mobile phone next to his hand pings with a new text, Taekwoon almost falls off his chair in surprise.

It’s been four days since he signed up to the Songbird’s website and two days since the Songbird sent him a message in which he thanked Taekwoon for signing up and asked for his Kakao ID so they could chat there. The message was full of unnecessary emojis and tildes, and ended with an “xoxo, your Songbird”, forcing Taekwoon to stifle a hysterical laugh.

He gulps down some of his now cold latte to calm himself and takes the cheap, bad quality smartphone—a tool he was given to execute the investigation—into his hand, swiping up with a clammy finger to unlock the screen.

~Songbird~ hi Leo~~

He squints at the cheesy alias he’s chosen to use (if this person is a Songbird, Taekwoon might as well be something big and scary that would eat a fucking bird for dessert), and looks around in the office to see if someone is looking. Sanghyuk, on his right, is immersed in a video of weird game characters instead of actually working, so he takes a deep breath and replies.

Leo hi

~Songbird~ is something wrong? :^(

Leo no, why do you think something’s wrong?

~Songbird~ just the simple hi :/ i hope my message didn’t upset you, i was actually so surprised by your emotional letter~ hehe

Leo oh I was just… ugh I might have got a little carried away with that letter

~Songbird~ it’s okay it was really cute :3 i really liked the part where you wrote you’d like to take me out for a nice dinner and kiss me goodnight afterwards^^ you seem so sweet ♥

Leo thank you

~Songbird~ are you by any chance replying to me in such short sentences bc you’re shy? haha

Taekwoon puts the phone on the desk and drags his hands over his face, hating how his stomach is in knots from this whole thing. He’s never been a good communicator, neither has he been good at texting people in a smooth way, especially not if he was supposed to sound flirty. Maybe this is the point where he should hand the phone over to Sanghyuk to dig into the Songbird's ID specifications, or maybe he should just drop the phone into the toilet, possibly attempt to drown himself in the sink afterwards, but he sniffles instead and drinks the rest of his awful latte before taking the phone into his hands again.

Leo I’m not very good at texting people talking to you like this makes me a little flustered

~Songbird~ OMG so cute!! u don’t need to be flustered sweetheart you’re doing great! :) would it be better if i sent u a kiss?

Taekwoon all but chokes on his own saliva and Sanghyuk glances at him from the corner of his eye, ignoring him anew and going back to his video when Taekwoon stops coughing. His fingers are trembling on the screen when he types up his answer.

Leo I giess *guess

More than a minute passes without a new text and Taekwoon feels all the blood leaving his body to creep up into his cheeks, making him blush furiously. He shakes his legs nervously under the desk and his heart is going crazy and he’s just so fucking angry with himself for being such an anxious piece of shit—he might even be a little excited and it just makes him all the more annoyed.

~Songbird~ sent a video

The small clip shows a pair of pretty, plush and very pink lips that are pursed and they get as close to the camera as possible, a very loud smacking sound coming from the speakers of the phone. Taekwoon mutes the damn thing as fast as his jittery fingers let him, and when he looks back down at the screen, he sees the lips parting, revealing snow white teeth as the Songbird smiles sweetly.

And Taekwoon is mesmerized.

He replays the video three times, trying to imagine how the Songbird looks like, but he’s lost and all he can think of is that genuine smile and the little air kiss.

His legs stop shaking.

~Songbird~ better now?^^

Leo it was cute

~Songbird~ honestly you’re so adorable~~ I hope you’d still wanna kiss me after that dinner date

Leo yeah, I would your lips are pretty

~Songbird~ aww thanks i gtg now but i’ll get back to you soon sweet dreams honey ♥

Leo good night

Another night ends with Taekwoon headbutting his desk.

“Here.”

Taekwoon turns away from the document he’s typing up and glances at the mobile device on his desk, Sanghyuk letting go of it as he plops down in his chair. There’s a devilish smirk on his face that Taekwoon knows means something awful, his eyes already narrowing before Sanghyuk would say anything more.

“Have you found him?”

“I found an IP address, but that doesn’t mean much,” Sanghyuk says, leaning back in his chair. “But first—”

“I said no questions,” Taekwoon grumbles. “You’ve read the whole thing, haven’t you?”

“Read it, watched the video and all,” Sanghyuk replies and his smirk turns into a full grin. “You have such a way with words.”

“Shut up,” Taekwoon scoffs. “I need to get him to trust me. And I told you not to read it.”

“Yeah, well, that’s why I read it. He must have some very low standards if he thinks you’re cute, but anyways, what we now know is that the device he uses belongs to a certain Mr Kim Wonshik.”

“Which means that his real name is Kim Wonshik, right?”

“Maybe,” Sanghyuk shrugs. “He might have stolen it or something. But if I were you—and thankfully, I’m not—” Taekwoon sends him a death glare here, “I’d start off by digging up some info about this Wonshik guy and ask him if he knows anything about your little birdie. Or, if he is your little birdie.”

“He’s not my— oh, fuck off.”

Sanghyuk sniggers and turns back to his computer.

~Songbird~ sent a photo

Taekwoon snatches the phone away from the edge of his desk before Sanghyuk could touch it first, standing up to walk away so he wouldn’t have to deal with the nerdy brat’s examining stare as he opens the photo.

His breath catches in his throat when the picture finally loads and Taekwoon's back hits the wall of the empty corridor as he sways a little. It’s an almost full-body photograph and the person in it is wearing a black, silk-like bathrobe, the thin, shiny material sticking to a frail-looking body, the light enhancing every curve and edge underneath. The hem of the robe bunches just under the boy’s hip bones, leaving a pair of smooth, pale thighs visible, a large part of the Songbird’s chest also uncovered. He’s apparently lying on a bed, and Taekwoon notices a never before seen part of his face: a prominent nose above the plump lips which he has already seen at least twenty times in the video.

The Songbird is pouting.

~Songbird~ it’s such a lazy morning what are you doing sweetie?

Leo working

~Songbird~ oh you poor thing :( and what do you do?

Taekwoon takes a deep breath and writes down what comes to his mind first.

Leo I’m a lawyer

~Songbird~ !!! sounds exciting tbh i wish you were here now

Taekwoon slides down against the wall and crouches, his knees too weak to keep him upright any longer. He swallows around a lump in his throat.

Leo why?

~Songbird~ i’m bored and lonely :(

Leo do you think I’d be entertaining enough to make you feel less bored?

After some thinking, he adds a spiritless

haha

~Songbird~ well i have a few ideas about how we could pass time~~ not sure if i should tell you abt them at this point you still seem a little nervous :D

Leo I’m a little nervous but I mean you can tell me if you want

~Songbird~ first you could play with my hair bc i really like that^^ and then maybe we could kiss some hehe and if u feel up to it we could get rid of my bathrobe andddd i’ll let u know abt the rest if we can meet up sometime ♥

Taekwoon feels his limbs going numb, but despite the feeling, he springs up from the floor and locks the phone, putting it into his pocket as he starts striding towards the bathroom. He opens the tap and tries to stand as far away from the counter as possible so his crotch won’t brush against it, making everything happening down there a lot worse, and splashes icy water into his face, tapping it into his cheeks to calm himself. When he looks up into the mirror with some water drops running down his skin, he sees dark shadows under his eyes, his skin looks almost grey and there’s a flush across his cheeks, and he has a few more crow’s feet now than the last time he looked at himself for real.

He really needs to take a few days off and preferably get laid on those days, too, because withdrawing from any kind of intimacy with others has been taking a toll on him and now he’s hard just thinking about a naked stranger whose face he hasn’t even seen yet. How sick is he…

He also needs to see the Songbird behind bars as soon as possible.

When he storms back to his desk, Sanghyuk blinks up at him curiously, leaning into his personal space to peer at his monitor screen.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

“I’m going to find Kim Wonshik.”

“And why are you so upset about this plan of yours?” Sanghyuk arches an eyebrow. “Did something happen?”

“Don’t talk to me now,” Taekwoon snarls.

“Rude.”

Taekwoon can’t exactly say he’s prepared for meeting the Songbird just now, but he stands in front of a door with a hand raised to it and ready to knock. He doesn’t really know what he’s going to do if the Songbird is the one who opens the door for him, and he doesn’t know what he’s going to do if it’s someone else.

So many years of being a detective and now he’s nervous about meeting a civilian.

He knocks on the door and waits, the knob turning after a few moments.

“Um, hi,” the guy standing in the doorway says, looking confused.

He is not the Songbird and Taekwoon is a hundred percent sure about it; he’s looked at the Songbird’s almost full-body selfie enough times to memorise his apparent proportions, his skin tone, the fragility etched into all of his visible body parts. The person in front of him is tall and lean-bodied and has a tattoo peeking from the collar of his tank top and Taekwoon almost heaves a sigh when he notices it.

“Detective Jung Taekwoon,” he announces, holding up his badge. “I’d like to have a few words with you.”

The guy goes pale, but steps aside and lets Taekwoon into his small studio flat, shuffling to the couch to fetch his slippers.

“Are you Kim Wonshik?” Taekwoon asks, looking around the place so he doesn’t have to look the guy in the eye, still feeling wrong-footed from the whole thing just because the Songbird is involved.

“Yeah,” the man says and Taekwoon closes his eyes for a moment in relief. “What’s going on?”

“Do you know the Songbird?” Taekwoon inquires then, pocketing his hands so he won’t fidget so obviously.

“Song— what,” Wonshik looks even more confused, standing in the middle of his flat in a pair of basketball shorts and a white tank top. He scratches the back of his head awkwardly. “Do you mean Jaehwan?”

“Jaehwan?” Taekwoon arches an eyebrow, his head snapping to Wonshik curiously.

“Ah, you don’t— oh,” Wonshik deflates and if possible, even more blood leaves his cheeks. “I— you might not be talking about him.”

“Has a website through which he recruits people he can trick for money by selling his body?” Taekwoon asks with a little bit of acid to it, and the blood returns to Wonshik's cheeks at that, turning it red.

“Listen, he’s not—”

“Do you know anything about his current whereabouts?”

“I don’t,” Wonshik says firmly and it’s true; Taekwoon sees the sincerity in his eyes and maybe some… sadness, too. “And even if I did, I wouldn’t tell anybody.”

“Yes, well,” Taekwoon snorts, “that would earn you a few years in jail and not in the same cell with him. Just saying. Anyways, he’s got a phone number that is supposed to be yours. Did you possibly give him a device to use?”

Wonshik opens his mouth and then promptly closes it. He makes a face as he asks, “Okay, can I get a lawyer at this point?”

“You could,” Taekwoon replies a little impatiently. “But I don’t think you want to go into the process just yet; you’ll have enough time for that later. So?”

“Do you want me to tell you how I’m connected to him?” Wonshik squints. “Like, everything?”

“By all means, yes.”

“Alright, well—” Wonshik's bottom hovers above a chair and he motions towards the one closer to Taekwoon, although a little hesitatingly. “Sit down, if you want.”

“Thank you.”

Taekwoon pulls out the chair and sits, lacing his fingers on the table top.

“So,” Wonshik clears his throat, “I’d actually heard about Jaehwan's site from a friend and—”

“Who is that friend?”

Wonshik furrows his brow in judgement, his facial expression turning dark. Taekwoon doesn’t budge, but he can feel how much he’s annoying Wonshik.

“His name is Hongbin, Lee Hongbin,” Wonshik replies with a small sigh. “I’m not sure how he knows Jaehwan but I think he said something about some high school they attended together? So, I was, like, really under the weather and I’d been like that for a while at that point and Hongbin suggested I try meeting with Jaehwan.” He pauses, shutting his eyes for a second. “Jaehwan and I, we talked a lot through e-mails, it was a bit like online friendship at first, but then I… I don’t know, I kind of started to feel something for him. We met up after a while and talked a lot and started meeting each other from time to time.” He glances up at Taekwoon, his face flushed again. “I just really liked Jaehwan and um, well, he said he didn’t like me like that, but he still wanted to be friends with me, though it was difficult because of his… circumstances. I gave him my old phone because he once mentioned how much more comfortable it would be to talk to people by using a smartphone instead of e-mailing each other.”

“Are you saying he’s been operating a website which actually brings him a lot of money, but there was a time when he didn’t have a phone?” Taekwoon asks, disbelieving.

“The website is not his and he said he can’t have a phone because it’s dangerous,” Wonshik says, now obviously concerned that he’s saying too much. He averts his eyes. “The whole thing is totally different from how you see it.”

“Care to share how it’s different?”

Wonshik leans back in his chair, his face haggard like he has aged 20 years during their conversation. He looks broken and now it’s Taekwoon who feels confused.

“I don’t want to talk about that,” Wonshik mumbles. “It’s— it’s just not my business to talk about, you know? I’ve never really been involved in the story apart from being Jaehwan's… friend, or whatever.”

“Are you currently in contact with Jaehwan?”

“No,” Wonshik shakes his head. “He’s not allowed to contact me.”

“What do you mean ‘not allowed’?”

Wonshik makes a wailing noise.

“Can we please stop now?”

“Alright,” Taekwoon takes a deep breath and stands up. “Thank you for your contribution, though; you’ve been a great help. Here’s my contact if you happen to remember something you wouldn’t like to keep to yourself.”

Wonshik slowly reaches out for the business card Taekwoon is offering him, turning it around between his fingers, looking at it, but probably not actually seeing it.

“Are you a real cop?” he asks, blinking up at Taekwoon.

“I am,” Taekwoon nods. “I have a gun and all.”

Wonshik snorts, half a smile quirking the left corner of his mouth upwards, but a beat later it dies down and he looks up with sadness in his eyes.

“Please, don’t hurt Jaehwan,” he says quietly. “He’s not the one at fault.”

Leo hey

~Songbird~ oh hello~ what’s up?

Leo I’ve been thinking and I wanted to ask you if we could meet

~Songbird~ finally haha ofc we can sweetie when would u like to meet?

Leo maybe tonight? if possible?

~Songbird~ sure^^ can u come to the hotel i’m staying at?

No one can really accuse Taekwoon of not trying his best as he parks his car in front of the four-star hotel and turns the rear-view mirror towards himself, examining his own face. He looks like he normally does, really; poker face and a cutting glance, his mouth a tight line. He did spend a little more time combing his hair than he usually does and he also took a shower because he felt like he needed it, and it’s not like he’s dressed fancy in just a T-shirt and a pair of jeans with his favourite sneakers, though the extra sprinkle of cologne might have been too much. He runs a hand over his face, trying to make his stupid heart understand that this is work, this is not a date and if everything goes well, he’ll leave this place with Jaehwan sitting in the back with a pair of handcuffs around his wrists, and then he’ll have some paperwork to do at the station. He’ll be in bed by midnight, content and happy and tomorrow Hakyeon will tell him he’s getting a bonus for doing an excellent job on this case.

It’s going to be okay. This is going to work out.

Taekwoon tries very hard to keep his composure as he tells the receptionist he’s there to visit the guest in room 524 and gets the assent, his legs feeling heavy as they carry him into the lift.

Jaehwan sent him a picture earlier, of himself, clad in only an oversized white T-shirt and what must have been the hem of his briefs peeking, pale thighs and pink knees and muscular calves all on display. He asked Taekwoon if he thought that shirt was okay for tonight and Taekwoon remembers the mirror selfie now as he throws his head back against the unforgiving metal wall, closing his eyes.

It’s going to have to be okay.

The door to room 524 opens after his second knock and Taekwoon freezes up immediately.

It’s Jaehwan standing in the doorway; he can tell not only from the T-shirt he’s already seen in the selfie but also from the broad shoulders and small waist, from the shapely legs covered by the black fabric of a pair of trousers. And Jaehwan's face is beautiful; his eyes two sparkling, almond shaped gemstones above the perfect curve of his nose, his lips plump and red even like this, when he’s not pouting. His hair is a honey brown colour and looks silky with his fringe pushed back from his forehead but a tiny lock is hanging there still, like it didn’t want to be restrained by hair spray. Taekwoon feels his jaw drop slightly.

"Hi," Jaehwan says in the most pleasant voice Taekwoon has ever heard, a wide, somewhat crooked smile spreading on his lips and the slightest of dimples appearing on the two sides of his cheeks. "Come in."

Taekwoon blinks a few to clear his head, though he doesn't succeed. He steps into the hotel room that looks quite cool considering it's only a four-star hotel, the furniture simple and the bedsheets crisp and white. He doesn't know how to proceed.

Jaehwan closes the door and pads to him with his naked feet, standing in front of him with a gentle smile on his face. Taekwoon feels a blush spreading over the bridge of his nose.

"I—" he starts without a clear plan about what he really wants to say. "I— I'm—"

"Ssh," Jaehwan whispers and then laughs, cupping Taekwoon's cheeks in his hands. "It's going to be alright. You're here now."

Taekwoon's heart skips a beat and returns to its job at full speed as Jaehwan pulls him in and presses his lips against his own, kissing him slowly, sweetly. It only registers in the back of Taekwoon's mind that he shouldn't go into it, the end of his train of thought just slipping out of his grasp, leaving him helpless and defenceless in the face of Jaehwan's citrusy perfume and the softness of his lips, the warmth of his mouth, and his bony fingers in Taekwoon's hair.

Jaehwan's waist is small but just the right size in Taekwoon's hold and he feels himself melt against the boy, Jaehwan swallowing a quiet mewl when it escapes his throat.

He doesn't want to stop this.

Jaehwan pulls away after too little time, a hand resting on the side of Taekwoon's neck, his thumb touching his pulse point. He looks like a peach blossom, Taekwoon thinks, his lips even redder and his cheeks tinted with a somewhat dark shade of pink, eyes fluttering as he looks at Taekwoon.

"You're different from how I imagined," Jaehwan says, tilting his head to the side. "A lot more handsome."

Taekwoon blinks a few in embarrassment, suddenly too aware of the hands on him, of his hands on Jaehwan. He pulls back entirely.

"Uh, can we talk?" he asks.

You know, I'm actually here to arrest you—honestly, what the fuck is he doing.

"Talk?" Jaehwan asks and glances away into a corner. "What do you want to talk about?"

"Jaehwan, I—"

Jaehwan stills entirely, pricking up his pointy ears, the dismay clearly visible on his face as he starts breathing faster, his lips parting.

“Let’s go to the bar,” he says urgently, and a moment later he’s grabbing Taekwoon's wrist, tugging him out of the room and almost running through the corridor.

They stop in a corner just by the fire exit and Jaehwan—as small as he looks—pushes at Taekwoon's shoulders, making him fall against the wall with a yelp.

“I thought we were going to the bar?” Taekwoon mumbles.

“No,” Jaehwan replies, furrowing his brow. “We just had to get out of there. Who are you? How do you know my name?”

“Wonshik,” Taekwoon says. Jaehwan's pretty eyes narrow and he seems to puff up a little. “And I’ll tell you who I am if you tell me why we had to get out of the room.”

“It’s bugged so he’ll know if you want to hurt me,” Jaehwan jabbers and that doesn’t serve with too much information. “You’re a cop, aren’t you?”

It feels like someone has just poured a bucket of ice water over his head and Taekwoon feels himself tense up. Jaehwan doesn’t seem to be particularly surprised anymore, nor does he look scared with his hands keeping Taekwoon's shoulders pinned to the wall; all he looks is angry and disappointed and hurt. And for some reason, Taekwoon feels ashamed.

“Listen,” Taekwoon starts, “what you’re doing is illegal and—”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Jaehwan rolls his eyes. “You were playing so well, I wouldn’t have thought— fucking Wonshik.”

“Okay, so, um,” Taekwoon straightens and forces Jaehwan's hands off his shoulders and instead, takes his wrists in his grasp. “I think it’ll be best if I take you to the station now.”

“No!” Jaehwan cries out, apparently shocked by his own volume. He shakes Taekwoon's hands off his wrists. “Don’t you understand? I’m not the one you should be after.”

“Yeah, well, you’ve tricked twenty-three people for money in the last few months; I’m pretty sure you’re the one I should be after,” Taekwoon replies, now getting angry.

“Has Wonshik told you about Hongbin?” Jaehwan asks, his eyes strangely wide like he’s afraid of the name.

“He said he’d heard of you from him.” Taekwoon knits his eyebrows. “Does he have anything to do with this whole thing?”

“Does he— oh my God,” Jaehwan goes pale and as he falls silent, Taekwoon can hear the vibration of his phone in the pocket of his trousers. Jaehwan fishes it out, closing his eyes for a second and taking a deep breath as he looks at the screen, swiping to take the call. “Hey. No, it’s nothing. We just needed something to make the atmosphere less tense,” Jaehwan chuckles and he’s putting up a perfect act until his eyes wander up to Taekwoon's face and he bites his lower lip. “You want to come here? Ah, but we haven’t— I’m not… I’m not in danger, Hongbin,” his voice goes low and he almost whispers, “I don’t think you should come here.”

Taekwoon feels his hands ball up into fists, the confusion irking him more than anything. He wants Jaehwan to stop talking on the phone and explain everything, to untangle this mess in his head, and also—he slaps himself mentally at this—maybe to kiss some more. Fuck everything.

“Okay,” Jaehwan says dejectedly. “I love you, too.”

That’s a nice little figurative kick in the gut.

Jaehwan ends the call and lowers his head, and he looks so tiny as he keeps staring at the floor.

“He’s coming here,” Jaehwan sighs and looks up at Taekwoon with tears shining in his eyes. “This is all your fault and I… I don’t want to betray him, but I’m so tired.”

“Do you… that is… do you want to tell me what’s going on?”

“I don’t really have a choice, now do I?” Jaehwan laughs hollowly and then he plops down on the floor. Taekwoon follows him down there and sits, watching as Jaehwan plays with a loose thread of his sock. “You’ll probably think I’m crazy and that this is unreal, but… so, the thing is that Hongbin had come up with this idea about half a year ago, I think? That we could make money with… well, me, because he said that a lot of men think I’m pretty?” He pauses.

“You’re really pretty,” Taekwoon says before he could think twice and then averts his eyes, a blush creeping up on his neck. Jaehwan snorts.

“I hate that you’re still so sweet when I’m making a confession that’s probably going to get me in jail,” he says. “But anyways, the point is that we’d set up that site and he’s not doing it… in such an immoral way? He only takes the money of those I agree to meet up with and as soon as he gets the confirmation from me that the guy has shown up, we charge their card. Your money has probably already been taken, actually.”

“I used an expired card,” Taekwoon mumbles.

Jaehwan laughs and this time it’s a happy one. He glances up at Taekwoon and says, “You’re not playing fair either.”

“Yeah, but I have legal permission for that,” Taekwoon replies and that makes Jaehwan chuckle again, the sound of it making a bunch of crazy butterflies swarm in Taekwoon’s stomach. “Are you, by any chance, you know… together? You said you loved him, too.”

That apparently saddens Jaehwan and his shoulders sag, his fingers trembling in the air and he stops playing with the thread.

“He really watches out for me and keeps me safe. It did start out like… dating, but I’ve been…” a deep breath, “I’ve got so tired of being used, because… I actually needed to… sometimes do service so those people I met up with could spread the word about this whole thing and we could get more guests and more money, but I didn’t have to do it every time. I’m just… I’m scared of getting out.”

“Scared?” Taekwoon asks. “Is he… threatening you or something?”

“No, of course not,” Jaehwan shakes his head. “I just… I knew there’d be trouble and I’m scared of… the consequences. For both of us.”

“I’m sorry,” Taekwoon says and he knows how empty it sounds even if he feels close to angry tears from the whole situation. He has never before felt this strongly that he wanted to just disappear, he’s never wanted to jump into a different universe and start a new life from scratch as much as he does now. He doesn’t want to be Jung Taekwoon; he wants to be that funny-looking bellboy down the hall.

“There’s really nothing to do, right?”

Jaehwan exhales shakily and his eyes are huge and full of worry, sorrow, and regret. Taekwoon takes his fingers from his crossed ankles and holds his cold hands in his palms, lets Jaehwan bury his face into the crook of his neck, his lips quivering against Taekwoon's skin.

Jaehwan wilts in Taekwoon's hold like a small flower that suddenly got picked out of the soil and left under the piercing sun to die.

The last time detective Jung Taekwoon sees his Songbird it’s in his cage.

Jaehwan has dark shadows contouring his glassy eyes and his skin is almost grey, his shoulder blades visible even under his shirt as if his wings have got torn out, leaving only the stubs there.

Taekwoon touches two fingers to the metal bars, tries to get closer to Jaehwan who is sitting in the corner, only half facing him, hugging his knobby knees to his chest.

Taekwoon wants to tell him he’ll get him out of there as soon as he can, he wants to tell him how he has already given his badge back, how he has already quit just so he can help, but Jaehwan doesn’t seem like he wants to hear any of those.

Taekwoon let him out of his prison only to lock him up in an entirely different way.

The Songbird can’t be free.

*it’s a raggiana bird-of-paradise

#vixx #leo #ken #keo #rating: pg13 #req #au #angst

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In the Crosshairs (22/?)

@lenxlvthor Without Ygritte, Margaerys doubts she could have made it a day. Neither of them have any money, any clothes or any food. Since her face has been all over the news, she couldn’t have tried to barter with anyone anyway. Ygritte is left knicking food from unwatched carts and sneaking into stores to steal clothing appropriate for Dorne’s steaming climate. Shortly after they make it out of the city they abandon the stolen car for an abandoned one left on the side of the road. They find a stash of gold dragons hidden under the seat.

To contribute to their journey, Margaery does most of the driving. Rather than take the Rose Road through Highgarden, Margaery takes backroads which lead through woodlands and up to the mountains. There’s fewer stopping points, which means fewer chances of being recognized by a Lannister sympathizer or a well-meaning citizen.

The quiet hours when Ygritte was asleep gave Margaery time to think. She doesn’t want to waste any more time on Alayne, so she focuses her thoughts on Cersei and the Courier. Jorah hasn’t published her first article yet. She has to find a way to convince him to publish it. The Lannisters must be working on something consequential to be so desperate to keep it under wraps. Even if they don’t, Cersei deserves to be on the run just like Margaery is. Renly’s death can’t have been for nothing. He gave his life working on this story. She can’t let their work remain stuffed away on Jorah’s desk when it’s Renly’s lasting legacy.

Just across the mountainous border into Dorne, Ygritte suggests they stop at a B&B.

Four days of sleeping in a cramped car make it difficult to deny the logic in Ygritte’s idea. A hot shower, a bed. Internet connection. A way to contact Jorah. She can convince him to publish. Finishing the road to Dorne may not even be necessary.

Another hour stuck in the car with Ygritte could be her breaking point anyway. At the apartment when Margaery grew tired of Ygritte’s constant joking or when Ygritte became frustrated with Margaery’s need to be in control, they could escape to their rooms until tensions cooled down. On the road, there was no way to avoid each other. They’d already come to blows once after Ygritte made a comment on her driving after they’d been going non-stop for 7 hours.

The argument had turned onto Jon and Alayne. How each other should have known they were being played, how Margaery needed to stop taking her frustrations out on Ygritte and how Ygritte needed to stop shoving down her emotions with childish behavior.

They find a little place called Haven’s Paradise just north of the Dornish Marshes. They advertised wi-fi, a jacuzzi, and feather bed mattresses. Soft, plush, cloud light feather-beds.

“Should we try to disguise ourselves?” As far south as they are, they are still in enemy territory. Even here Cersei could have friends. Maybe Sansa would too.

“With what? Cheap make up?” Ygritte’s tone has grown more bite. She’s nearing the end of her fuse as well.

“They could recognize us. Gods why didn’t I think if this before?” She presses her head against the top of the steering wheel.

“We’ll do what we’ve been doing. I’ll go in, ask for rooms, poke around a bit. If they recognize me, we go on. If not, we stay the night.”

She squints at Ygritte. “When did you become the logical one?”

Ygritte pats her hand. “When I decided to take a nap while you drove for 14 hours.”

She turns on the radio while Ygritte goes in. Margaery had quit listening once they reached Storm’s End. She couldn’t take the vitriol these so called radio hosts spewed toward her brother. They didn’t know. They didn’t know him. They hardly knew Renly. It was either turn off the garbage or drive through the wall of a radio station and set them straight.

Loras’s lawyers proclaimed his innocence. Her father promised justice for Renly and Loras. The last she had heard of Alayne she was going north with a search party. She doubts that’s true.

In the Dornish mountains the radio signal was terrible. The only station she could connect to was a hip hop station. She let it play. Ygritte returns with a thumbs up sign. Margaery shuts off the car and grabs a plastic bag to shove their necessities into. Ygritte opens the door on the other side and grabs a handful of dragons.

“The woman is so old she still thinks there’s still a King. Her little assistant is dumb as rocks. He’s probably never seen a news broadcast in his life.”

The lobby is cozy. Simple. Smaller than it had looks from the outside. There’s a desk with the old woman Ygritte described sitting behind it. A couple of chairs across sit across from a small fire place. Leather ones with footstools. The wooden floor looked scratched from years of use, but in overall good shape. Small windows lined the far wall. There is a little desk in the far corner upon which sat an oversized computer possibly older than Margaery.

Ygritte drops the coins on the desk. The woman gives her a toothy grin and slides a pair of keys across the desk. “First room on the right, Sandra.” She doesn’t spare a glance for Margaery.

There are two full sized beds in the spacious room, a bed stand between them. Pale pink curtains are drawn, lighting the room in a reddish hue from the setting sun. Margaery puts the bag on the ground, kicks off her shoes, and collapses on to the nearest bed. Within a matter of minutes, she’s asleep. The room is dark when she wakes up. She fumbles around on the ground until she finds her purse. She takes out her phone. It’s nearly 3 a.m. The only sound is Ygritte’s slow, heavy breaths.

She finds a hair tie in her bag and wrangles her hair into a loose bun then gets up and quietly shuts the door behind her.

She goes back to the lobby, now lit with a dim lamp rather than the overhead light. A boy, whom she can only assume is the old woman’s assistant, sits at the desk with his head cradled in his arms, asleep. He’s slightly on the husky side with a lightly tanned complexion, his eyes a little too far apart from each other.

Noticing the computer requires a password, she returns to the front. Her fingers tap the desk rhythmically. The boy’s head shoots up. He looks confused and panicked, which quickly turns into embarrassed as he settles down and notices Margaery smiling politely at him. “Hello there. Is the computer available to all guests?”

He blinks at her. “Uh, yeah, Yeah!” He scrambles around, moving pens and binders around until he finds a small square post-it note. He hands it to her. “Just type that in and you’re good to go.”

She smiles and thanks him. The computer is as ancient as Margaery suspected. It takes forever for the desktop to load. When she clicks on the internet icon, a dial-up sound starts.

“The mountains block out any modern connection. It’s a bummer when you need wi-fi for video games,” says the boy.

“I can imagine,” she replies succinctly.

Apparently that was the wrong thing to do. The boy comes closer. “What are you doing up so late for anyway?”

She turns and flashes him another smile. The blush returns to his face. “I’ll tell you why, if you tell me why you’re manning the desk at such a late hour.”

“Ole Nan insists on 24-hour care. Running a double shift is easier when there’s no one to deal with.”

The screen finally loads. She types in a Dothraki tabloid website. Hopefully that will satisfy the boy’s curiosity for what she’s doing. “My friend and I are on a cross-country road trip. Checking the sites from the Reach out to Dragonstone. Site seeing. I drove all day. As you can tell, my sleeping hours suffered for that decision.”

He asks her about all the famous sites of the Reach. The statue of Garth Greenhand, the pools of Highgarden, the Agricultural museum. All of which Margaery had visited numerous times as a child. As she speaks, he goes back to whatever work he needed to do. As long as she talks, he’s content. She uses the distraction to create an anonymous email.

“Do you believe the stories? That dragons used to live on Dragonstone?” he comes back.

Margaery laughs. “It’s a fun tale to spook children. Perhaps thousands of years ago during the time of Aegon the Conqueror, if ever.”

He shrugs and goes back to work. “If there were, I would bet they were huge. Larger than planes.”

She types quickly. An anonymous plea to Jorah to “publish what you’re holding on to”. He’ll know it’s her. She sends it and logs out, erasing her history.

“It’s been lovely meeting you…” she offers him her hand.

He juggles the papers in his hand back and forth before setting them down and shaking hers. “Hot Pie.”

“Hot Pie?”

“It‘s a nickname. I helped my mum with the bakery before Ole Nan hired me. All the customers said I made the best pies in the country. My real name’s Lewys” His voice fills with pride.

She smirks. “As a pie connoisseur, I’ve had the pleasure of tasting many pies in my time.”

“Mine are better than all of them. I swear it.”

“A bold statement,” she stretches and yawns, making a show of her fatigue. “I must be off to bed. Long drive in the morning.”

Hot Pie averts his eyes from her, obviously trying not to stare at anything too long. “Have a nice sleep then, Miss.”

She waves as she walks back.

Her case is pled, and still she feels uncertain. Perhaps months ago she could have sacrificed the story. She would have found another angle, another way to prove what Cersei was. There was no going back now. This was Renly’s legacy. She had to honor it. She owed that much to Loras. To Renly.

If he refuses… she’ll find a way around him. This is greater than Jorah and the Courier.

When she drifts back to sleep, dreams fill her head. Not dreams, memories. Laughing with Renly and Loras. Seeing him take photos on the job. Introducing him to the first girlfriend of Margaery had ever brought home in King’s Landing.

They shift to memories of a warm sunlit bed, of softly kissing a pale, freckled chest and of lazy fingers drawing patterns on her thigh. Early morning conversations of nothing in particular and giggles at lame jokes. Bright blue eyes smiling down at her and soft whispers of endearments in her ear. No truer than a dream.

She wakes up with a long stretch and rolls over. Despite the unbidden vision, she’d slept better than she had in nearly two weeks. Morning sunlight turns the room a shade of pink again. The shower is running, telling her Ygritte is only starting her morning routine.

Margaery ruffles her curls. She changes into fresher clothes and wanders down the hall, finding the bathroom not reserved for single rooms. After she finishes in there, she comes back she finds the kitchen. It’s small, slightly bigger than a closet. It’s not quite a continental breakfast, but there’s boxes of cereal sitting out. She goes to the fridge to get the milk. On the stove beside the fridge sits a pie pan with a lid covering it. On top of the lid is a sticky note.

“To the brown-haired woman in 02. Told you my pies are the best- Hot Pie”

Margaery snorts. She decides to forgo though cereal and grabs a paper plate and plastic fork from the small stack of them on top of the fridge. She cuts herself a hearty portion of the pie and takes it back with her into the lobby. She takes one of the chairs. Hot Pie has been replaced by a tall, quiet black man with buzzed white hair. He smiles briefly at her before returning to his work.

She has to contain a moan of delight after taking the first bite, earning her a queer look from the man at the desk. It’s apple, her favorite. Hot Pie wasn’t shy adding cinnamon, which Margaery would never complain about. She can find hints of nutmeg and vanilla. Hot Pie hadn’t been boasting of his talents. If anything, he undersold them.

As she digs into the second bite, Ygritte pops up from around the corner. Her hair is still damp from her shower. “Pie for breakfast Marge? I’ve truly lost you to the dark side.”

She glares at her for using her real name rather than the fake one they came up with. She looks back to the desk. He’s watching them with mild interest.

“My pie. Go get your own deskman to make you one.”

Ygritte grins and sits down in the other chair. “How did you seduce this poor lad into baking you a pie?”

Margaery takes another bite and licks her lips. “I did this crazy thing called being a nice person. And what do you know, he did something nice back.”

“Hide your secret then. I’ll just mooch off their benefits,” Ygritte goes into the kitchen and returns with a slice of pie as well. She takes a bite and, unlike Margaery, makes no effort to hide her pleasure. “Gods be good this is the greatest thing I’ve ever tasted. I’m going to live here forever. I could live off this for the rest of my life.” She takes another bite. “Mmmm, I would marry this man for a slice of his pies.”

Margaery laughs, still very much aware of the man at the desk. He looks over every thirty seconds or so before turning back to his work. A queasy feeling rises in her gut. She appetite for the rest of her pie. She offers the rest to Ygritte and excuses herself to take a shower.

She lets the steaming water run over her until it turns lukewarm before stepping out and drying off. She wraps one of the complimentary robes around herself and brushes her teeth, thankful that Ygritte had brought the necessary toiletries in with her during her shower.

She opens the bathroom door and jumps backward, nearly slipping on the wet floor. The desk man stands in front of the beds, staring at her. She opens her mouth to scream. He holds up a sheet of paper. Don’t scream. The Lannisters are coming.

It’s enough to give her pause.

“You should be glad not everyone here is as daft as the old woman and Lewys,” he rumbles.

Margaery takes a cautious step forward. “What do you want?”

“It’s not what I want. Cersei Lannister has arranged for several of her business assistants to stay here this evening. She is staying at the Dhaxos.”

The last Margaery had heard, Cersei was heading North. She had not anticipated directly confronting Cersei. Although Myrcella lived in Dorne, Cersei had never visited the southern-most region of the country. The visit couldn’t be for her daughter’s sake.

“You know who I am.”

“You have to be blind or an idiot to not know who you are. Or Lewys. Lucky girl that you were to land here.”

“And you’ve yet to call the cops.” Otherwise he would not have told her of Cersei.

“We need not involve the police, Ms. Tyrell. We know well the grip the Lannisters have on our esteemed peace keepers.” He sits down on the bed, looking at home.

Margaery slowly approaches the opposite bed. “If you’re not here to turn me in to the police, and have no interest of helping the Lannisters, who are you?”

Her mind latches onto the idea he could work for the Starks. Return the lost prize.

He laughs deeply. “My employer has taken an interest in you.”

“Your employer?” He couldn’t possibly be speaking of the old woman.

“Yes. He knows much about you Ms. Tyrell. What you’ve done. He’s made arrangements for you.” He drops his voice, taking a more serious tone. “Leave. Pack your things and go. Don’t stop until you reach Sandstone.” He hands her one of the sheets of paper. She flips it over. And address is scribbled on the back. “Go here.”

She knows people. Lies and motives come naturally to her. After Alayne she wasn’t sure she could trust her instincts. He was helping her. She can’t piece together why. If he was one of Sansa’s men, surely he would have tried to contact a Stark by now. That much he had not lied about. “Who is he?”

The man smiles. “The Red Viper.”

#Sansaery #In the crosshairs

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Creighton chapter 14

He nods. “Yes, but in this case it’s even more of a nuisance because the activist shareholder is also my uncle.”

My eyebrows shoot up. “Your uncle?”

His smile is grim. “Yes. The uncle who was responsible for my upbringing from the age of ten to eighteen.”

I like words, mostly because I like to twist them into songs that convey some kind of emotional reaction. Justin, I’ve come to notice, chooses his words carefully. He didn’t just say the uncle who raised me.

“I’m assuming you’re not close.”

“You’d assume right. He made his money in the foreign currency exchange markets, and then got an ego boost when I did the same thing—regardless of the fact that he didn’t teach me a damn thing himself. Once I took my company public, he decided he wanted a big enough piece of it to piss me off.”

“It sounds like your relationship is . . . complicated.”

A muscle in Justin’s jaw ticks. “You could say that.”

“So, is this the kind of trouble that’s just annoying? Or is it serious?”

Justin shifts, crossing his arms over his chest. “In all honesty, I’m not entirely certain yet. Up until now, he’s just been a nuisance—demanding that I start selling off some of the businesses the company owns, which is something I refuse to do to silence him. But now, suffice it to say he’s trying alternative tactics.”

Once again, I dissect Justin’s words carefully. What he isn’t saying is coming through just as strongly.

“Do these alternative tactics have something to do with me, or us getting married?”

Justin’s chest lifts and falls on a breath. “He’s finding some ammunition in that, yes.”

I’m actually surprised by his candid answer. I expected him to dodge the question altogether.

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

Unlike a few minutes earlier, I’m not being sassy in the slightest. If there’s something I can do to help, I will—and not just because Justin’s name being dragged through the mud now means that my name is being muddied as well.

“I’ll figure it out.” He looks at me. “But thanks.”

I start to shrug but it turns into a yawn. “Just holler if there’s anything you think of.”

Justin studies me. “You’re tired.”

It’s not a question, but I reply anyway. “Yeah, first show after a break. It’s easy to forget how exhausting it is. Not to mention the rehearsal, sound check, meet and greet, and everything else.”

“Then I guess you should call it a night.”

“I need to be in Dallas by noon for a radio interview. I hope that’s not an issue.”

He shakes his head slowly. “Not an issue. It’s a quick flight. We’ll be there in plenty of time.”

“Okay then.” I push the chair back from the desk and stand, tugging the belt of the robe tighter and staring at my silver-polished toenails. I glance up at Justin. “I guess I’ll just be going to bed.”

I take a hesitant step toward the bedroom, waiting for him to grab me by the belt, yank me against his chest, and growl something about me forgetting about his dessert.

But he does none of those things. Instead, I’m treated to an absent nod.

“I’ll try not to disturb you. I’ve got a few hours’ worth of work ahead of me.”

Really, Justin? Really? After your orders to strip earlier? I give him a moment to change his mind. He doesn’t. Okay, then.

“No problem. I sleep like the dead. Nothing wakes me. Comes from three months of sleeping on a bus with a bunch of snoring men.”

Justin’s features tense, obliterating his previously relaxed expression. “That’s changing tomorrow too. Your new bus will be waiting after the concert.”

My mouth starts moving before my mind can tell it to shut up. “That’ll be great. I won’t have to worry about keeping my orgasms silent anymore.”

The corners of Justin’s mouth curl into a crooked smirk. He pushes off the desk and closes the distance between us.

“No, Selena, that certainly won’t be an issue anymore. In fact, I’ll have a hell of a problem if you aren’t moaning for me tomorrow night on that bus.”

I can’t keep up with the man’s moods, but it’s the smirk that does me in. I shiver at his words as they whisper over me. My hand, which seemingly develops a will of its own, reaches for the button of his jeans.

And . . . his fucking cell rings again.

I drop my hand. “I guess that means I’m going to bed alone, then.”

He reaches for his phone, checking the screen. “If I didn’t have to take this call . . .”

I shrug. “I could use the extra sleep anyway. They’ll want to do photos at the radio station, so I need to look like I could pass as a chart-topper.”

Justin slides his finger across the screen of his phone, and I turn away.

“Hold on a minute, please.”

I pause, not knowing if he’s speaking to me or the person on the phone. Peeking over my shoulder, I see him slide the phone onto the desk and step toward me. He tucks his hand in the belt of my robe and tugs me toward him in the exact move I envisioned only minutes ago.

“I’m taking a rain check on my dessert,” he says, and slants his mouth over mine.

I open to him and his tongue delves inside, tasting my mouth so deliciously that my thighs squeeze together, and I can feel the slickness growing between my legs. Cupping the back of my head, he grips my hair and tilts me the opposite direction, not wasting a breath as the kiss deepens and intensifies. I’m lost in the moment when he releases his grip on me.

Standing in stunned silence, I stare as he picks up his phone, unmutes it, leans back against the desk, and begins speaking.

“Give it to me,” he says into the phone, but I feel like his words are directed at me.

A small smile forms on my lips, and I reach for the belt of my robe and slowly untie it. I let the plush terrycloth fall open and lift my hand to rest between my breasts.

I’m not sure what little devil is guiding me, but I’m sure one must be.

Justin’s eyes zero in on my hands as he listens—or attempts to listen—to whoever is on the other end of the call.

Now that I have his attention, I skim my fingers down my body until they spread and cover my pussy. Just thinking the word always makes me hotter.

His dark eyes burn into me, and I can tell he’s stopped even attempting to listen to a damn thing that’s being said. I love that I have the power to distract him like this, even as I wonder what the heck I’m doing. It’s as if I need to prove to myself that I have something he wants. Maybe I’m seeking some kind of validation?

I don’t question what I’m feeling. I just go with it.

I dip two fingers between my lips and swirl them in the wetness that has gathered. A push of my wrist, and I slip both fingers inside me. Moaning, I let my eyes flutter shut for a beat before sliding my fingers in and out.

Oh. Lord.

I open my eyes again—just in time to see Justin’s lips form a single silent word.

“Fuck.”

My smile feels lazy and seductive as I continue to tease myself. I slide my fingers up, flicking my clit and sending a jolt of pleasure through myself. I think for a second about just making myself come, but decide to savor the anticipation and lift my hand away.

I step toward Justin.

Reaching my fingertips to his full lips, I paint them with my wetness. His tongue darts out to lick, grabbing my wrist with both hands and sucking my fingers into his mouth.

After he’s drawn every bit of slickness from my skin, he releases my fingers and growls into the phone, “I’ll call you back.”

He drops the phone to the carpet, and his feral expression turns on me. “That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

I smile, the flush of victory heating my cheeks. I stunned him. Who knew that could happen?

And then he says, “You’re going to go bend over the end of the bed, spread your legs, and I’m going to spank that tight little ass and your naughty little cunt before I fuck you so hard, you’ll still be feeling me tomorrow when you step onstage.”

The flush of heat spreads to my chest, my nipples pucker painfully tight, and my inner muscles clench.

Stunned?

I guess it’s my turn.

I prowl after Selena as she turns and heads for the bedroom. My cock pulses against my zipper, and if Cannon faults me for hanging up on him, he can go straight to hell.

Because I’ve just learned a valuable lesson—there is something more important than business, and she’s letting the white terrycloth robe dip across her back as it slides down her arms, revealing the most perfect ass I’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing.

I planned to go slow. To tease her. To savor this. To watch her follow my instructions to the letter. But instead, I surge forward and cup her ass in both hands. She’s standing in front of the bed, and I push her forward until she’s bent over it.

“You have no idea how badly I just want to slide inside this perfect ass.” My lips skim her ear, and she shivers.

“Do it¸” she whispers.

A smile stretches across my face. “Oh, Selena, haven’t you figured out yet that you don’t get to give the orders here? Don’t you remember the rules?”

She shoves her ass back, as if trying to tempt me to stray from my plan.

“You know you want to,” she says, louder this time.

I step back, releasing my hold on her. “I think I’ve been too lax in making sure you understand who calls the shots here. You’ve more than earned your punishment, you dirty girl, and I’m going to enjoy the hell out of giving it to you.”

She turns her head to the side, her cheek resting on the crisp white sheets. Her brown eyes spark with challenge, and a pink flush of arousal colors her cheekbone and neck. I want to see that pink blush on her ass.

My hand swings and connects under the curve of her right cheek with a sharp smack. Selena inhales sharply and moans, her hips pressing into the bed.

I land another strike in the same place on the opposite side, and her moan grows louder. My handprint blooms reddish-pink on her skin, and this time I groan.

“Goddamn. You look so fucking sexy with my marks on you. Get up on the bed. On your knees. Now.”

She doesn’t hesitate, but complies immediately. I’ll reward her for that . . . soon. But right now, I need to give her more of this.

I pepper her skin with smack after smack. Her back is arched, ass thrusting up at me as if begging for more.

I slip my hand between her legs and stroke.

“So fucking wet, baby. Give me your hand.”

She turns her head to look back at me, confusion creasing her forehead.

“You’re going to finger-fuck that tight little pussy while I watch because I want a replay of that sexy-as-fuck show you put on for me. If you thought you were just going to tease me, you were wrong. I’m going to stroke my cock until I finish between those perfect lips of yours, and then you’re going to take me down your throat until I’m hard enough to fuck your naughty cunt.”

Her mouth drops open and my dick surges, wanting inside that hot, wet heaven.

“I haven’t had nearly enough of that dirty little mouth of yours. Now put that hand on your pussy and show me how you make yourself come.”

She lets out a breathy, “Oh my God,” before she faces forward once more and follows my instructions. I cup her ass and give her one more sharp slap for her delay before reaching for the button of my jeans.

I don’t even have my zipper down yet, and her fingers are buried inside her pussy. Gripping my dick, I squeeze it tight. But the moans and whimpers and bobbing of Selena’s ass have precum already dripping from the tip. I reach between her legs and pull her hand away.

“I need some of this.” Dipping my hand into her wetness, I coat my palm before telling her to continue. I start to stroke, my precum and Selena’s slickness easing each slide of my hand.

“You’re such a dirty fucking girl,” I tell her as I see one of her fingers ease out of her pussy and skim the pucker of her ass. “You need something filling your ass to help you come faster, baby?”

She nods.

“Give me the words, Selena.”

“Please,” she whispers.

“You’re not ready for my cock yet.”

She shakes her head.

“Show me what you want, Selena.”

Her curious little finger rims her ass, but doesn’t slip inside.

She looks back at me, teeth sinking into her bottom lip. “Please.”

Selena looks like she’s teetering on the edge of orgasm, desperate for the little push that will send her over. I may not have packed much, but I remembered to pack the important stuff.

“Don’t move.”

I turn and head for my bag. After wiping off my hand, I retrieve the plug and lube in record time. I’ve got the package open and the silicone coated liberally when I step back into the bedroom.

The sight of Selena on her knees, ass in the air and her hand between her legs, nearly has me coming on the spot.

Fuck me, but this woman is perfect.

Justin stops at the end of the bed and holds up a hot pink butt plug. It’s definitely bigger than the last one we used, but right now, I don’t care. I’m reaching for what might be the most intense orgasm of my life, and I’m beyond caring about anything. I’m begging for him to shove something up my ass, and I know I should feel embarrassed or ashamed, but all I care about is the mind-blowing pleasure I know will follow.

“Fucking perfect.” Or at least I think that’s what he whispers when he lowers his head and presses a kiss to the base of my spine, and then one to each dimple at the top of my ass.

My nipples pucker as he slides the tip of the plug down my crack until it’s resting against my ass. The slick trail of lube tells me he’s already prepared it for me. The pressure is exquisite as he presses it forward just a smidge at a time. I arch my back, shoving back against it, and inhale sharply at the burn.

He backs off immediately, and his palm slaps the outside of my thigh. “Slow down, baby. You’ll get what I give you, and you’ll like it.”

He’s already started nudging the plug back inside me, and my fingers work my clit faster and faster. I can feel my arousal dripping down my hand, and I’m nearly mindless with pleasure when he’s stretched me and seated the plug.

The same palm that slapped me before now caresses my ass, and I push back into it.

“Fucking beautiful,” he says, and in that moment, I feel beautiful. I feel . . .

My thoughts shut down as the orgasm solidifies and shatters inside me. I think I moan his name, but I have no idea.

I drop my hand, ready to ride out the pleasure as it subsides, but Justin has other ideas. His fingers take over, pinching my clit and stealing another orgasm from me.

“Oh. My. God,” I whisper, my eyes slamming shut as the arm I’m using to hold myself up shakes and my elbows give way.

Justin catches me before I land face-first on the bed. He lifts me back up onto my knees, but doesn’t stop until my back is against him. His fingers disappear, but then I feel the head of his cock against my pussy.

“I’m taking a rain check on fucking that mouth of yours. Right now, I need to be inside you.” He thrusts, seating himself to the base with one ruthless push.

The plug in my ass makes him seem twice as big, and the stretch of his cock sends my body into pleasure overload.

“Justin!” Another orgasm rips through me, but he doesn’t slow. He holds me pinned to him with an arm under my breasts as he thrusts into me over and over.

I can feel his breath as he speaks against my ear. “One more time. I’m not stopping until I feel that perfect cunt of yours strangle my cock one more time.” His lips slide across my shoulder just before his teeth press against my skin.

I don’t know if it’s his words, his teeth, or my own hand between my legs, but in that moment, I detonate.

Having a wife was supposed to be convenient, and when I woke up this morning with my cock between my wife’s lips, it was incredibly fucking convenient.

But now? Now I’m starting to realize there is nothing convenient about being married to Selena Wickman Karas, and yet there’s nothing that could drag me away from her. Not even the fact that my uncle is causing trouble and riling up Wall Street. If there was ever a time I should be at the helm, showing the world that the company I’ve built from nothing is the center of my life, it’s now.

But I’m not at my desk. I’m in Dallas, still living in Selena’s world, and trying to figure out how one formerly innocent country girl claimed that center spot.

Everything I feel about her is unsettling, and I’m not ready to fucking talk about any of it. So instead, I focus on the here and now, and leave the complicated little fuckers called emotions to another day.

The woman is a workhorse—and I mean that in the most complimentary way imaginable. A trophy wife, she is not. She slipped on a pair of headphones the moment we climbed on the jet this morning, and pulled out a notebook. She was already scribbling away before takeoff. She waved off breakfast, barely looking up until we landed and I stood next to her, holding out a hand. I’ve never spent much time around creative types—all of my acquaintances tend to be like me—so this has been an education.

On the drive from the airport, I practically had to shove food in her mouth to get her to eat, as she seemed content to bob her head, hum, and scribble. She didn’t come out of her writing zone until we pulled up to the radio station, where she hopped out of the car, and I had to jog to catch up.

After a radio interview, dozens of autographs, pictures, and off-air questions, she headed back to the car. I began to feel like a chauffeur when she slipped her headphones back on and said, “We’re going to the venue next, right?” She didn’t wait for an answer before picking up her pen and starting to scribble again.

I couldn’t get her attention until we arrived at the venue. Well, to be fair, it wasn’t me that got her attention, but the giant new luxury coach I arranged to be delivered. And it didn’t actually catch her attention until she started to walk by it and I snagged her hand.

“This one’s yours.”

She stared up at the gleaming black-and-silver coach, eyes blinking. “No friggin’ way.”

I smiled at her unvarnished response. “Yes friggin’ way.”

My visions of christening the coach in style were obliterated when the members of her band climbed off the other bus, and she became all business. I was curious to watch their rehearsal, but a conference call had me climbing on Selena’s new bus and firing up my laptop. Alone. And I thought this marriage was going to be fucking convenient.

By the time I’ve finished up work, Selena still hasn’t returned. A look at the clock says it’s now almost six.

Shit.

Did I miss it?

Fuck.

I flip my laptop shut and hurry off the bus, flashing the pass that some skinny guy dropped off about three hours ago. Something about all-access. At least tonight I won’t be trying to bribe some security guard the size of a giant to get backstage. That’s a marginal improvement.

I find someone who looks like she knows what the hell is going on, and after her eyes practically bug out of her head when she realizes who I am, she points me in the direction of Selena’s dressing room.

My knock on the door is answered with a simple “come in,” and I throw the door wide open.

Selena is surrounded by three people—a man going after her face with what look like makeup brushes and sponges, another man messing with her hair, and a woman running a lint roller across an outfit hanging from a hook on the wall. They’re fussing and clucking and doing God knows what.

They don’t pause when I enter, so I find myself a chair in the corner and settle in to check the e-mails that keep buzzing on my phone. A few other people continuously bang in and out of the room, tossing out bits of information that don’t catch my attention. I slip into my own little world, in a corner of Selena’s world, until Selena stands and undoes the top buttons on her plaid shirt.

I stand, calmly, and cross the room to pause in front of her chair.

“A moment, if you would,” I say. Again, calmly. And then I back her into a corner of the room behind a screen.

Her eyebrows are bunched together in confusion. “What’s wrong?” she asks, glancing beyond the screen and back at me.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I growl from between clenched teeth.

“Changing.” Her slow, measured response suggests I’m a dumb fuck.

“Not in front of a roomful of people, you’re not.”

I jab a hand in the general direction of the door, which even now, I can hear opening and closing with what seems like more traffic than a damn freeway.

With a flip of her now wavy hair, Selena brushes off my concern and presses a hand to my chest in an attempt to shove me out of the way so she can get out from behind the screen.

When I don’t budge, she says, “Justin, everyone in this room has seen me mostly naked dozens of times.”

An insane thought fires through my brain, and I shove it away. I shouldn’t be wondering if any of my companies have access to technology to create memory loss in humans. If she were any other woman, I wouldn’t care if the whole world saw her naked.

But this woman? I do. I very much do. Why? Doesn’t matter beyond the fact that she’s my fucking wife.

A caveman didn’t need to understand the urge to drag a woman back to his cave where the other cave assholes can’t see her perfect fucking body. This is a physiological reaction, millennia in the making, over which I have zero control. The rationalization makes my intense possessiveness easier to swallow.

“I don’t give a damn if every person in the entire fucking stadium saw you buck-ass naked before. You’re Mrs. Justin Karas now. The rules have changed.”

The word “rules” brings color to her face, and I wonder if she’s thinking of last night when I asked her if she remembered the rule about me being in charge.

Turns out I’m wondering wrongly.

The hands pressing against my chest pull back and slam palm-first into my pecs. Unprepared for her shove, I stumble back a step and into the screen, scraping it across the floor.

“What the hell, Selena?”

“You’re such an asshole!” She whisper-yells this at me, but the chatter in the room goes silent.

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