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Who’s thirsty?

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Poppins (part 3)

Jake Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: language, angst, dirty talk, fingering (fem rec) umm, I think that’s about it…for now

A week later, after a beer with Josh on the porch in the dark that should’ve felt more awkward than it did, you find yourself at Karen and Kelly’s, enjoying a get together. A last laugh before Jake heads back out on whatever road he plans on wandering down next.

You’ll miss him painfully, though you’d rather die than readily admit it.

You’ve ducked away to slip into the bathroom, but instead, have landed in Jake and Josh’s childhood bedroom.

It’s a cluttered mess, but it draws you in…a curious moth to a time capsule flame. Standing silently, shoes sinking into the carpet, a thought crosses your mind…I could stay here forever. In this little room that was once their world. Forever.

Thoughts like these come far too often. They make you uneasy…it’s as if they occupy your heart equally, and that makes no sense.

A voice, quiet and inquisitive, invades your reverie “Lost, poppins?”

Jake. Of course he would find you. Josh leaves well enough alone. Jake doesn’t care for being left behind, no matter how trivial the circumstances.

He meanders through the room silently as you soak in your surroundings. Band and movie posters litter the walls, corners sagging lazily over the thumbtacks pinning them in place. Gold plated trophies bearing faceless figures kicking soccer balls scatter across shelves and dressers, an old pair of converse wait patiently in the corner, never to be worn again. They make you feel sad for some inexplicable reason.

The space smells of lemon pledge and them. They’re so alike that way…the way they smell. It makes you wonder, is that just because they’re brothers? Raised together under the same roof, slumbering beneath the same ceiling night after night, scraping their dinner plates clean of matching meals, trudging identically across the lawn each morning to catch the school bus? growing and changing together? Together, together, together…always together? Or more so because they’re twins…split from one egg, nestled, tangled up tight in the womb, until their mother labored them into the harsh light of the world?

You look right, and you’re surrounded by Josh. Left, Jake. Perhaps if you spun in circles long enough, they might merge into one…wouldn’t that solve all of your problems?

“It’s like a shrine.” You murmur, wonderstruck by the way their parents have left the room intact and untouched aside from Karen’s dusting and swapping clean linens for their counterparts to keep them fresh.

“Yeah, well, we’re the twins. The beloved gruesome twosome.” Jake is only teasing, but he’s right. “They turned Ron’s room into a gym almost right away. My mother thought she needed one one night after too many daiquiris. It’s Costco storage now.”

He’s perched on what you assume was once his bed, a prince returned to the throne of his kingdom. You switch your focus from the various objects dotting the shelves, to his flawless face, and find him watching you carefully.

“I like having you in here.” He muses softly. “Makes me feel like I’m young again.”

You fight a smile, but it comes anyway. “You’re still young, Jake.”

He leans back with his elbows digging into an ancient quilt, legs splayed wide. “Makes me feel like I’m really young though. Like I’m back in high school with a pretty girl in my room who won’t sit down because she’s nervous I might try and put my hand up her skirt.”

Leaning back against a desk you assume to be Josh’s (Jake, having never been studious from the stories you’ve heard) you attempt to adopt his casual air. “My guess is that Josh had more girls in this room than you ever did. Theater girls are crazy…or so I’ve been told.”

He laughs loudly, head tipped back to expose the perfect column of his throat. When he refocuses on your face, the look in his eyes nearly steals your breath. It’s beautiful, and predatory. “So you’ve been told, or do you know that first hand?”

“Are you asking if I was a crazy theater girl,” You feign confusion “Or if I’ve let theater girls go crazy on me?”

He hums as if amused, “I know what you’re doing.”

Running from the room seems like an excellent plan. Instead, you stay in place, gaze lingering everywhere but upon him. “And what am I doing, Jake? Because I just happened to find my way in here, you’re the one who…”

“You’re avoiding me.” He interrupts.

“Avoiding you?” You scoff, stunned by how far off it is from what you had expected him to say. “We’re in the same room, bud…I’m failing to see how…”

“You always do this,” he has risen gracefully to his feet, closing in on you step by step. “You push me away with stupid jokes, or flippant comments…and I know why. Do you?”

“Do I what?” You whisper as he nears.

“Do you know why you do that?” He’s in front of you now, so close you feel warm in his radiant heat.

A small shake of your head is your offering, cornered like a quivering rodent with a sleek, ravenous, alley cat bearing down upon it.

“It’s because you want me,” he moves nearer, hands circling your waist as though he owns your body…and perhaps he does. “Maybe not as badly as I want you, but you want me. Tell me you don’t.”

“Jake…”

His grip tightens. “Go on. Tell me.”

The silence is deafening, until he breaks it softly. “Stop. That’s all you have to say.”

“Stop.” It hushes out of you, hardly a whisper, but he releases you and steps away as if you’ve shouted.

A quiet apology is offered, but you shake your head. He wasn’t wrong, and he needn’t be sorry.

“So, who is this?” You ask, scrambling to return to innocent ground. “Her face is everywhere.”

You scan the snapshots littering the wall, waiting for his reply. It doesn’t come, so you offer an apology of your own.

“No, you’re good.” He assures, brushing off his silence for something less than it feels like it was. “Just someone who used to matter.”

“Pretty.”

“Yeah.” He grins, gaze flitting over your features. “I have a type, I suppose.”

“Did you love her?” The question comes from nowhere, and you long to take it back. What business is it of yours?

“Yes.”

“Did the road drag you away, free bird?” You joke, hiding your unease with his candor as you settle down on the bed opposite his. Josh’s bed.

“No.” He sounds offhanded, but the moment feels heavier. “My brother fucked her. He was drunk and she was somethin’ else, and I couldn’t blame him.”

“So you blamed her.” You ask, after a stretch of shocked silence.

“So I blamed her.” He confirms with a gentle nod of his head.

“I’m sorry.” It comes as a whisper. You feel badly for him, and worse for bringing her up, for causing the dull flash of pain in his eyes.

He shakes it off as quickly as it came. “I’m not. Better to see the truth of someone’s heart before they get their hands on yours.”

“That explains the girl in every port.” You ponder aloud, mostly to yourself.

The aged mattress creaks under his weight as he sinks down beside you. “A girl in every port?” His fingers begin toying tenderly with your own. “That sounds suspiciously like Josh. Did he put that idea in your pretty head?”

“Is it not the truth?” You wrap your fingers up with his, though it’s the last thing you should do.

“He tells you those things because he knows there’s something here.” He points to you, and then to himself. “He’s in love with you. Can’t say I can fault him for that.”

Though stunned, in love with you?, you march right by it like it hasn’t been said. “Doesn’t automatically make it a lie. Is it? True, I mean? Girl in every port?”

“I like sex, poppins.” He shrugs casually, like he’s just confessed his favorite flavor of ice cream. “So, I indulge as often as possible…that’s all.”

“Well,” you pull your hand away as if stung. “I’m not an indulgence, Jake.”

“Ah,” the sexiest of smiles graces his sinful mouth. “That’s where you’re wrong, babe. You’re the sweetest indulgence of all. You’d be like grapes, warmed under the sun, ready to burst on the tongue, fed by angels.”

He’s close now…so fucking close. Leaned in, stealing all the air from the room while humming poetic nonsense into your ear, breath tickling along your throat as his lips tease, barely there and feathering over your thrumming jugular.

“What if I stand up and close the door? Turn the lock and spread these gorgeous legs? Will you feed it to me?”

“Jake…” You loathe the way it moans softly out of you, but it’s too late to right that wrong.

“Oh, that was nice, poppins…” his teeth have found your earlobe, drawing forth a shiver you can’t conceal. “Say my name like that one more time for me, all soft and sweet. You sound like you’re begging.”

Now those nimble fingers of his are popping the buttons on the fly of your jeans one by one, allowing for the protest you can’t seem to muster.

“Jake, everyone’s downstairs and…”

“We’ll hear them.” He promises quietly, nuzzling at your temple as his mouth kisses the apple of your cheek sweetly. “Are you wet? Have you soaked through your little panties? Trembling for my fingers, or my mouth, or my cock?”

You're lost now. Completely…and you couldn’t give less of a shit if you actively tried. And, when his hand slips inside your panties, you forget to stifle the moan of surprised relief that gasps out of you.

“Yeah?” He teases, circling the pads of his fingers over your wet clit delicately. “Does that feel good?”

Hands in his tangled hair, you turn in close, lips resting against his mouth, breathing in his ragged breaths. “Jake, please…”

“Please what?” He coaxes, still loving on your cunt like he’s never been more devoted to anything in his life.

“I…” he chooses that exact moment to bury a finger inside you, huffing a breath of a laugh when you lurch forward, further into his arms. “Fuck…more.”

“Poppins wants more…” he sighs, slipping a second finger in to join the first.

He curls into that special little place that makes your muscles turn weak just as the sound of footsteps begin to ascend the stairs.

Moving to push him away, he tugs you in tighter, “It’s him, can’t you tell by the walk? Let him see. You’re mine. C’mon, let him see.”

“Oh my god, Jake…stop!” you shove at him again and he backs off.

Josh appears in the doorway seconds after you’ve finished yanking your shirt down to cover the buttons you haven’t had time to fasten. Jake looks casual, running his still slick fingers over his lips, but you’re flushed with shame and adrenaline.

“Mom’s looking for you.” He informs his twin with a hard edge to his tone. “Says you promised to man the grill.”

“That I did, brother…” Jake rises, taking no concern to hide his very obvious erection as he ambles out of the room. “That I did.”

Josh waits until you’re alone in the suffocating quiet.

“Interrupted again,” he tilts his head with a somber, inquisitive stare. “I seem to be making a habit of this.”

“No,” you reach out to smooth his curls, but then retreat, worried he might smell his other half all over you. “We were just…”

“Please don’t lie to me, sweetheart.” He manages a sorrowful smile. “That makes this so much worse.”

You're left with that, in a room surrounded by the relics of the boys they once were, with a heart stuffed full of the men they have become.

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Friends with Benefits

Reader x Thor x Loki

College AU

⚠️18+, probably swearing, mentions of drugs, fluff?

Part 3

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Like any morning after a party, you, Thor, Nat, Bucky, Steve and whoever else decided to tag along were sprawled messily across Thors bed. You were nuzzled in the crook of Thors neck as he held you, chin resting against your shoulder, probably the only two comfortable people in the bed. As sunlight began to stream in, you opened your eyes, squinting as you pulled away from Thor. Careful not to wake anyone up, you made your way out of the bed before picking up one of Thors tops and changing into it knowing everyone was far too deep into their dreams to see you.

Quietly, you stepped out of Thors room and made your way into the living room that was far from tidy, now decorated with empty beer bottles and red cups. Pushing some of the things from the couch onto the floor, you sat down, crossed legged before picking up the rest of the joint Bucky had left in the ashtray last night. Hearing a noise in the kitchen, you quickly discarded it before standing up and making your way towards the kitchen. Stepping inside, you were met by Loki who was busying himself with cleaning up, a black bag in hand. You called his name but he didn’t answer. When he turned his head slightly, still oblivious of your presence, you saw that he had ear buds in. Smiling to yourself, you kept yourself hidden behind him as you made your way towards him. Once you reached him, you tried your hardest, standing on your tiptoes to cover his eyes. Shocked at feeling someone covering his eyes, Loki quickly spun around, pinning you against the wall before he realised it was you.

You gasped, feeling your back hit the cold wall Loki pinned you to. You felt your breath leave you with the contact. Almost immediately, Loki realised it was you. His eyes widened as he took a step backwards, apologising. He quickly pulled you off of the wall, examining you for injuries.

“Loki I’m fine.” You assured, shrugging him off “I’ve been pinned to a wall a lot rougher than that.” You joked, trying to reassure him as anxiety made itself know in his features. “Sorry for sneaking up on you.” You apologised.

“You’re apologising?” Loki asked, brows furrowing in confusion as he took his earbuds out, placing them on the kitchen counter. “Y/n, I’m the sorry one. My most sincere apologies.” He bid, giving you a curt nod.

“You’re so nice.” You smiled, deciding to hug him considering he looked worried and was still apologising “I am fine.”

Loki fought to ignore the feeling of your body against him. He could feel that you weren’t wearing a bra and the thought left him taking a deep, steadying breath. The back of his hand accidentally brushed against your bare leg and Loki realised you were only wearing the top. He quickly pulled himself out of your embrace not knowing if he’d be able to keep himself contained if he felt you against him any longer. Once he did pull away, he allowed his eyes the pleasure of quickly running themselves over your form. You were wearing one of Thors tops, he thought about how much better you’d look in one of his. Fortunately the top was long enough to cover your upper thighs and loose enough leave some things to the imagination.

“Pass me a bag, I’ll help you clean up.” You offered Loki who you noticed seemed frozen in his position.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” He answered.

“I want to help, give me a bag.” You repeated.

“Fine, you can wash something.” Loki gave in, gesturing to the almost surprising empty sink.

“Why don’t you play your music out loud? Everyone’s so deep in sleep they won’t hear it.” You suggested. Smiling, Loki picked his phone up and shuffled his playlist. Beginning to wash, you sang along to space song by beach house as Loki cleaned around you.

Loki kept looking to the ground, tearing his gaze from you as you sang so carefree whilst you washed up. Were you that comfortable around him? Enough to just sing and slightly sway as water splashed on you, dampening your top. Once again shocking him, when the song got to the chorus instrumental, you spun around and grabbed his hands, prompting him to dance around the kitchen with you. Your smile was wide, beaming as his hands found your waist as he spun you around. Loki found even himself beginning to fall in line with your carelessness, smiling widely too.

After a while, you resumed washing up as the others began to wake up. Bucky was the first to wander into the kitchen, quickly kissing you on the cheek before looking for something to eat. Remembering last night, you decided to give Bucky a quick grilling.

“Bucky.”

“Mm princess.” He prompted.

Princess? Loki had to keep himself from swinging for Bucky, who was he to call you princess. All these people, so undeserving of you.

“Who was the girl you were talking about last night, the one who wanted to see Thor?” You questioned as he bit into something he had picked up and unwrapped. Turning red, Bucky tried to think of some sort of excuse as to why he had to leave the room. “Bucky!” You called after him when he just began walking out “Buckyy!!! Who was the girl?!”

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The Bathroom || JJ Maybank

* this is not my gif; all credit goes to the owner.

pairing: jj x reader

prompt: jj follows you to the bathroom after seeing some random try and pick you up. he reminds you who you belong to.

requested: no

warnings: jealousy, absolutely filthy smut, choking, spanking, hair pulling, biting, daddy kink, unprotected sex (10/10 wouldn’t recommend; wrap it before you tap it).

a/n: i’m not kidding y’all, this is FILTHY and very graphic. i’m warning you. it’s also pretty long, sorry.

You let out a hum and raised your eyebrows in mock amusement at something the boy in front of you said. You weren’t really paying attention to what he was saying. You were just entertaining him for the moment.

“So, uh, what do you say we- we uh, get out of here?” the guy, Jason, maybe, tried to ask confidently. He was failing miserably, deep down knowing you were uninterested.

You let out a small laugh as you stood up and patted him on the shoulder. At least he tried. “Sorry buddy, better luck with the next one,” you smiled before turning and walking away in search of the bathroom. You just wanted to clear your head for a minute and escape the rooms packed with Kooks.

There was a line outside the one downstairs so you quickly climbed the winding staircase to use Sarah’s. This was her party after all, and she made you and your friends come. You knew she wouldn’t mind you using her bathroom, anyone else would be a different story.

You didn’t hear the footsteps that followed you up the stairs or down the hallway. As you opened the door and flipped on the light, a body pushed you into the room and then slammed you against the closed door. You nearly punched them straight in the face until you recognized the grey cut off tank and the shark tooth necklace hanging around the person’s neck.

“God JJ, you scared me,” you breathed and leaned your head back against the door to look up at him.

Blonde curls hung around his face as his hands kept you pinned to the door. His usually bright blue eyes were now a darker shade. His jaw was clenched, making his cheekbones jut out the slightest bit.

“Did you think that was cute?” JJ’s voice was deep and taunting, causing a chill to run up your spine.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about..”

Your breath hitched when you felt the cold rings on his fingers against your throat. His fingertips squeezed just slightly, causing heat to flood throughout your body. “Was it fun flirting with that guy, knowing I was right across the room? Did you think that was cute?” he repeated the same question as before, voice coming out almost growl like.

His fingers squeezed a bit harder, demanding an answer but also just trying to rile you up. JJ knew all your kinks. He knew how to turn you on in all of the best ways.

“No,” you whimpered, squirming under his grip against the door.

JJ brought his other hand up quickly, fingers tangling in the hair on the back of your head. He pulled, forcing your head back and exposing more of your skin to him. It didn’t hurt. Quite the opposite, actually. Everything he was doing went straight to your most intimate spot.

“No what?”

“No sir,” you whispered, lips trembling as they parted and you sucked in a breath.

“That’s my good girl,” JJ muttered with a smirk, hand leaving your hair and your neck to grab your hips instead.

You slid your hands under the front of his shirt, fingertips tracing the defined muscles of abs. His lips came down against yours hard and hungry. His teeth dragged against your bottom lip as he tugged on it. When your lips parted in a gasp, he wasted no time, slipping his tongue into your mouth to taste you.

He got a hint of strawberry, from the punch you’d been drinking. He tasted of beer and weed with a hint of mint, something you were so used to but couldn’t get enough of. It was like you were drunk just from kissing each other. You’d both never felt anything like it before.

Your hands left the soft skin of JJ’s chest, sliding up his muscular biceps and into his blonde hair. Your nails brushed his scalp as you tugged on the strands, pulling a strangled moan from the tall male’s throat.

You were spun around quickly, in a daze you caught a glimpse JJ’s crazed eyes in the mirror. You looked at yourself instead. Your hair was disheveled, pupils blown, lips puffy and brighter from the kissing. JJ smirked in the reflection and brushed your hair to the opposite side, fingers trailing from your jaw down to your collar bone. You could see that your nipples had hardened and were peaking through the bikini and crop top you were wearing.

“Look at you, all worked up,” JJ whispered in your ear, wet lips dragging down the side of your neck. He sucked at a spot where your neck met your shoulder and bit down somewhat harshly. After a moment he pulled back and admired the red mark he’d left that would be purple tomorrow.

You felt his large hand in between your shoulder blades and you were pushed forward, bending over the counter. JJ pressed his hips against your ass and you could feel his erection, hard and prodding between your cheeks.

“You want it don’t you? Want me to fuck you over this counter, right here just like this?” he slid his hand down your spine and landed a loud slap to your exposed ass where your shorts had ridden up.

A whimper left your lips as you pressed back against the blonde, grinding your backside against his bulge. “Yes, daddy. Please fuck me. I need your cock,” you whined, looking over your shoulder. JJ’s eyes locked on yours and he lost all control.

Your shorts were ripped off without warning, bikini bottoms following quickly after. You kicked you bottoms off the best you from your compromised position and shivered as the chilly bathroom air met your wet core. JJ kicked your legs apart and you watched in the mirror as his hand disappeared behind you.

You gasped as you felt his calloused pointer finger and middle finger slide through your folds, teasing your clit with soft and slow circles. His mouth fell open a bit when he felt how wet you were. He slipped both fingers into your entrance with little to no resistance.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, baby,” JJ said huskily, pulling his fingers out and wrapping his arm around your front. He met your eyes in the mirror and held his fingers right in front of your face. His pupils were blown so wide you almost couldn’t see any of his crystal blue irises.

“Suck,” he commanded, dimples becoming prominent as he smirked when your mouth dropped open.

You took JJ’s fingers into your mouth, his eyes glued on your lips the whole time. You put on a show for him as your tongue swirled around the digits and you let him push them down your throat to the last knuckle.

You don’t know when he got his pants undone or how with one hand for that matter. You moaned loudly around JJ’s fingers, nearly bitting down, when you felt the head of his length slip into you, the rest of it entering swiftly after. The blonde’s jaw dropped, face scrunching in pleasure when he was fully sheathed inside of you.

“Ah, shit,” JJ hissed, ripping his fingers from you’re your mouth and gripping onto your hips. “You’re always so fucking tight.”

His rhythm was slow as he started fucking you, pulling back slowly until just the head of his cock was missing and equally slowly pressing back in. For a minute, JJ watched himself thrust into you. The way your juices glistened on his shaft made his mouth water.

He looked back up to see you watching him in the mirror, lip tight between your teeth. He sent you a quick wink and slammed into you forcefully. It was like the moan you let out was forced out by his dick. His pace turned borderline brutal at that point. You didn’t know someone’s hips could move that fast. The vulgar sound of skin slapping on skin filled the bathroom, as well as your loud moans. JJ let out a few grunts but tried to remain quiet, just wanting to hear you.

Your head fell forward at some point. The cold porcelain felt good against your hot skin, sweat already collecting at the hairline on your forehead. You knew the feeling all too well, the feeling of JJ wrapping your hair around his fist in a make-shift ponytail. All he had to do was pull his wrist back the slightest bit to lift your head.

“Head up. I wanna see you. I wanna see how good I make you feel,” JJ’s voice was stern but tense. No matter how many times you had sex, it was just as good as the last, if not better. He felt like a virgin again, trying not to cum from the slightest touch.

You felt out of control of your own body. You couldn’t stop the noises leaving you. You couldn’t close your mouth or cease the shaking of your thighs. You couldn’t help it when your hands reached back and held desperately to the blonde’s forearms, like it would ground you to the world in some way.

A shout left your lips as JJ’s cock brushed your g-spot. Your nails dug into his skin as he continued his assault against it. If anyone was outside of that bathroom door, they would likely think there was a porno being shot inside.

“Yes, fuck, JJ- Right there,” you gasped out.

JJ’s hips stilled, pelvis pressing into your ass. You knew your hips would be bruised from the edge of the counter. He let out a growl and pulled you up by your hair, your head and back arching almost unnaturally. His chest was now pressed against your shoulder blades, mouth right next to your ear.

“What’s my name?” he growled in your ear, holding your gaze in the reflection.

“Daddy. Daddy, I’m sorry. Please, I wanna cum. Make me cum, daddy, please,” you begged the boy behind you.

JJ kept you in that position as he started pounding into you once again. Hearing those words leave your lips almost made him cum right then and there. He was pressing into your g-spot with every thrust. He pulled on your hair with each movement he made. You didn’t know how much longer you could hold on.

“Gonna cum on daddy’s cock, babygirl? Hm? Who’s pussy is this? Who’s the only one who can fuck you this good?” JJ’s voice was low in your ear, a groan slipping out here and there. His hand slipped down your stomach, the other still holding tightly to your hair. His fingers slowly circled your clit. It was so light your knees nearly gave out, a very different contrast to the animalistic thrusting of his hips.

“Yours! It’s all yours. N-No one can fuck me like you. Please!” you practically sobbed, overcome with pleasure as you tried not to cum before allowed. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you pleaded through the mirror for JJ to let you have your release.

“Go ahead baby,” JJ muttered before his mouth latched onto your neck.

His fingers made quick work against your clit now, a wet noise coming from down below. Your hands flew up to his hair and his neck, wherever you could reach. You gripped onto whatever you could as your mouth opened in a silent scream.

Your orgasm hit you so hard your vision went white, eyes squeezing shut. A loud, broken moan left your lips, tearing up your throat. Your legs shook so violently you couldn’t hold yourself up anymore, you were relying on him to do that for you.

Your pussy gripped JJ like a vice as you came. You became so tight around him he almost thought he might not be able to pull out. He stuttered out a few more thrusts before muttering, “Fuck, m’gonna cum.”

He forced you to your knees with little effort. Your legs were jelly at that point anyway. He held you by the hair as his hand gripped his cock and stroked fast. You obediently opened your mouth, tongue out and all as you waited.

“Oh-Oh shit- Fuck,” JJ gasped when your eyes opened, wide, wet and innocent, staring up at him.

The groan he let out could probably be heard over the music downstairs as he let go. JJ’s cum shot out so hard he missed your mouth at first, the thick white substance ending up on your forehead and down your cheek, thankfully not in your eye.

You waited until he milked himself dry, licking up the little drop at the end of his tip before swallowing what made it in your mouth.

JJ fell back against the wall, head back and eyes shut as he tried to catch his breath. You grabbed a washcloth from under the sink and cleaned your face off the best you could without looking. You didn’t trust yourself to try and stand yet.

“Holy. Fucking. Shit,” JJ breathed out through pants, finally opening his eyes to look down at you then his thighs. He grinned slightly as he noticed his leg hair was stuck to the skin of his thighs. “Didn’t know you were a squirter.”

A blush spread across your cheeks and down your neck, hands covering your face. You weren’t embarrassed, just equally surprised. When you finally felt the heat subside, you looked up at the blonde and smiled lazily.

“I think that was the best sex we’ve ever had.”

“Think?! Oh, I know that wa-” JJ went silent when there was a knock at the door.

“Shit,” you whispered and rushed to your feet.

You hurried to put back on your bikini bottoms and shorts, ignoring the numbness in your legs. JJ pulled up his underwear and secured his pants in record time. He fixed your top for you as you buttoned your shorts and cleared your throat.

When you finally opened the door a smidge, you smiled sweetly at Sarah who was on the other side. She furrowed her brow as she noticed your messy hair, until she saw JJ in the mirror.

“Oh, God.. You didn’t,” was all she said. She slapped a hand over her eyes when you opened the door wider and she saw that both of you were covered in sweat. The bathroom absolutely reaked of sex. “In my bathroom?!”

“It was his idea!” you quickly put all blame on the blonde behind you.

JJ put his hand over his chest in mock offense but quickly dropped it. He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and hooked his chin over your shoulder.

“Sorry, Sarah,” he mumbled and pouted playfully at your friend.

Sarah scoffed but laughed slightly anyway, turning around and walking back towards the stairs. “You are both totally bleaching that whole bathroom tomorrow!” she called to you, only half joking.

JJ pressed a sweet kiss to your cheek and hummed softly in thought. He then nuzzled his nose against the spot and whispered, “Totally worth it.”

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A Certain Type

Warnings: noncon sexual acts, fingering, oral, cheating

This is dark!Steve Rogers (and some side Bucky) and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Steve Rogers has an unhealthy interest in his TA.

for @evnscvll​‘s 3k challenge, I used the prompts Professor AU + ‘Don’t’ by Bryson Tiller

Note: A quick one shot for y’all ft. Professor Steve and a little sleazy Bucky too.

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Reader📚

You smiled at Lauren as you handed her back her paper; the first assignment of the year. On the due date, Professor Rogers had shuffled them all up and handed you half the stack. That had been the same day as your first lesson. It had all been so overwhelming but more than a month and a half into the semester, you were starting to get a foothold.

“Have a good day,” You watched Lauren go, the last of the students to shuffle out into the hall. 

You grabbed the three papers left in the file folder and crossed to the podium. Your advisor, Professor Rogers, worked at erasing his slanted writing from the whiteboard. You waited patiently until he set down the eraser and turned to you.

“I have some leftovers.” You clapped the bottom of the folder on the wood. “Absentees.”

“Ah, yes,” He neared the other side of the podium and took the file from you. He flipped through the papers inside. “Only three? I think that’s a new record…” He closed the folder and tucked it under his arm. “I’ll hold onto them until next class.”

“Alright,” You nodded. “So… did you get a chance to look over my lesson on Kant?”

“I did,” He bent to grab his bag. “You know, I can really tell you’re a history major first… but it’s good. I’ll send you my notes tonight.”

“I’m trying to break that,” You went to the seat along the first row where you often sat when it wasn’t your turn to teach. You lifted your bag onto the seat. “Trying to focus less on the dry who’s and what’s and more on ideas.”

“Well, so far, you’re a quick learner,” He offered as you packed up your notebook. “We do need to go over the marking scheme for next week’s assignment. You able to make Saturday?”

“Uh,” You glanced at the icon on your phone screen. You had several unanswered and unread messages. “Actually, I’m… busy. I can stop by during regular office hours.”

“I try to keep that reserved for undergrads,” He inhaled. “But I wouldn’t ask you to cancel.”

“I can rearrange--”

“Boyfriend?” He interrupted. “Finally making time?”

“He’s been out of town,” You said meekly. “How about tomorrow? I can come to campus between your afternoon blocks.”

“Hmmm,” He dragged his fingertips over his trimmed beard. “Meet me at Smoky’s. I usually have a coffee there after my morning class.” He pushed the flap over the top of his bag. “They have great carrot muffins.”

“Works for me,” You lifted your leather bag and tucked your phone up your sleeve. “Sorry.”

“Nah, don’t be,” He waved away your apology and went to the door. He opened it and waited expectantly. “We have lives. Some of us more than others.” He chuckled. “You deserve a Saturday to yourself.”

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You giggled as your head spun. Bucky pinned you beneath him as he rolled you over on the rug. What had started out as a none-so-innocent wrestling match had turned into your usual affair. He could never win an argument with you so it often ended with his lips, or his hand, smothering out your words.

Besides, you were eager for him. Almost desperate. Two weeks without him and you almost jumped on him the moment he opened the door. And after such a long week, you needed the stress relief.

His fingers tickled along your thigh and past the top of your stockings as he snaked beneath your skirt. You hadn’t started wearing them until you met him. He liked the short ones, especially on you. He pulled your panties aside and you gasped as his fingertips swirled around your clit. You latched onto his shoulders as his lips explored your throat.

“You’re wearing panties,” He growled.

“It’s cold out…” You breathed. 

“You’ve got a coat,” He nipped at your neck and slid his fingers down your folds. “Don’t you?”

You tried to close your legs and his pushed your knee down with his.

“Ah,” He warned. “None of your games.”

“I didn’t come here for a lecture,” You huffed. “I pay tuition for that.”

“We both know why you came here,” He lifted his head and pecked your lips. “How many times did you touch yourself while I was away?”

“That’s none of your business.” You snipped.

“Do you have toys?” His hot breath grazed along your cheek. “Do you think of me?”

“Bucky,” You whined as he poked his fingers inside of you. 

He purred as he dropped his head again and his teeth toyed with the tender flesh of your throat. He pulled your sweater up, rolling it with the tank top beneath until it was above your chest. No bra that day. He hummed and took you nipple in his mouth until your arched your back.

“Well…” He rolled your hard nipple between his thumb and index. “You’ve learned something.”

“Should I just come naked?” You asked.

“Preferably,” He chuckled as he ventured along your stomach, a trail of kisses and bites.

“Ugh,” You groaned as he brushed over your hips bones, his fingers still buried in you. 

He nosed along your pelvis and you tensed in expectation. He paused and raised his head. You looked down at him as his fingers stilled and he hovered close enough for his breath to tickle your cunt.

“What are you waiting for?” You snarled.

He smirked and closed the distance. His eyes never left yours as his tongue swirled around your clit and he sealed his lips around it. You gulped and let out a pathetic moan. His other hand gripped your hip and he hummed as your eyes rolled back and your legs hugged him closer.

“Ah, I missed you,” You stretched your arms out as you tilted into him. “Mmm, Bucky.”

He seemed pleased by your words as his fingers sped up and his tongue danced more firmly around your bud. You began to quiver as he set your nerves on fire. The knot inside of you tightened and the wire drew taut until you couldn’t bear it anymore. At once, you orgasmed, your hand flying down to grasp Bucky’s head as he lapped up your pleasure.

Panting, your body went limp and you laid sprawled out with his head between your legs, twitching as he drew out the ecstasy with his tongue. Slowly, he pulled away and slipped his fingers from inside you, rubbing them over your sensitive clit. He sat up and kneaded your thigh.

“Missed you too, baby,” He flicked open his fly with one hand. “God, I can’t wait any longer.”

Steve 📚

Steve hadn’t been to Bucky’s in a while. They usually met downtown for a beer or ended up at his place. As it was, it didn’t seem like they had much time for each other anymore. Well, Steve wasn’t surprised. His oldest friend was juggling a lot; his job, his fiancee, and apparently some new side piece.

He sat up as Bucky offered him a bottle of crisp beer. The top wisped as he accepted it and Steve felt its chill against his lips before he took his first sip. He sat back and bent his leg to rest over his other knee, rolling his ankle as he stared at the bare floorboards.

“What happened to the carpet?” He asked in realisation.

“It’s getting cleaned,” Bucky sat across from him and snickered. “You know, made a bit of a mess.”

“Anna?” Steve raised a brow.

“Nah,” Bucky shrugged. “She cancelled her flight. Apparently they had some emergency at the lab.”

“Hmm,” Steve rested the bottle atop the arm of the couch. “This other girl?”

“What am I supposed to do? I fly all the way to Germany for about twenty minutes of Anna’s attention. The last time…” He shook his head. “I just don’t know how to… end it. Don’t even know that I want to. I just want it to be over. Two years is a long time.”

Steve nodded. He wasn’t sure what to say. What advice could he offer? His last relationship hadn’t lasted long and had been so far back, he barely remembered more than her name. After a slew of bad dates and disappointing flings, he decided to focus on his work. Well, even that was becoming difficult.

“And when Anna comes back?”

“Well, you know, this girl, she’s still in college, she’s got a lot going on. It is what it is.” He said. “You know, she’d find another guy in an instant and forget about me.”

“College?” Steve blinked. He hadn’t known that. “A bit young.”

His cheeks burned. He wasn’t sure if he was reprimanding his friend or himself. The fact that Bucky was dipping into the campus pool reminded Steve of his own guilt. Sure, he hadn’t done anything, it was all professional, but his thoughts… His thoughts were what troubled him.

“You never… thought of it?” Bucky asked. “You spend so much time around these girls and you never even--”

“It’s against the rules,” Steve cleared his throat. “I’m there to teach. I do my job.”

“And when’s the last time you got laid?”

“Shut up,” Steve took a swig. “The carpet?”

“She’s funny. She likes to… play around first.” Bucky took a mouthful beer and his eyes turned dreamy. “It wasn’t me who ruined the carpet.”

“Mmm,” Steve jiggled his leg anxiously. The vision that flashed in his mind had him sipping again. It wasn’t Bucky and some faceless girl on the floor, it was him and the sweet TA. He cleared his throat and looked through the dark brown glass. “Just about done. You got another?”

“Maybe she has a friend?” Bucky offered as he stood.

He neared as Steve drained the last of his beer and handed over the empty bottle.

“Thirsty?” Bucky took it and disappeared, returning with a fresh one.

“Long week.” Steve rubbed his cheek as he leaned forward to take the second bottle. “Another ahead.”

“Well, I could ask her.” Bucky grabbed his own beer and stayed standing. “The young ones, these days, they don’t want anything serious.”

“But I do,” Steve grumbled. “Thanks but… no thanks.”

“Your loss,” Bucky said. “You know, she’s real wild. I took her to a baseball game. She hates the game but… what she did in the bathroom… wow.”

Steve gave a weak smile and chuckled dryly. He glanced around. The carpet wasn’t the only thing that had disappeared. That framed picture of Bucky and Anna was gone too and the mantle only held the antique gun mounted on mahogany.

“Too bad it’s off season now,” Bucky droned on as he lazily paced and drank his beer.

“Yeah,” Steve leaned back and felt something hard beside the cushion. 

He shifted but it poked him again. He reached down into the crevice as Bucky took the baseball he’d had signed years ago and began to toss it up and down as he complained about the last season. 

Steve pulled out the long cylinder and blinked at how familiar it was. He swallowed and tucked it into his jean pocket quickly as Bucky threw the ball in his direction. He barely caught it without spilling his beer and chucked it back with venom.

“The fuck, Bucky?”

“Good to see you still got it,” Bucky laughed. “Pizza?”

“Sure,” Steve huffed. “No pepperoni.”

“Boring,” Bucky said as he pulled out his phone.

Steve took a deep breath as Bucky set down his beer and lifted his phone to his ear. He stepped into the short hallway and greeted the other end, carefully placing an order for a large and a side of wings. 

As he did. Steve pulled out the pen and turned it between his fingers. The daisy pendant that dangled from the end, the initials etched into the rose gold, the little scratch along the tip. It was definitely hers. His stomach sank and he quickly hid it as Bucky’s voice died.

He’d have to be sure. He’d give it back to her the next day and see.

Reader📚

You were heartened by Steve’s interest as you finished up your last slide. The lesson had gone well and the class was interested in what could otherwise be a dry topic. You took questions but found many of them were simple enough. The students seemed to understand well enough and you reminded them to submit their next assignment by Wednesday night.

Several students stopped to ask you about your office hours before the room finally emptied. Steve approached as you slid your papers into your notebook and closed it. He reached over the podium and set down the metal pen. The one your mother had gifted you when you were accepted to your masters program.

“You forgot this,” He let it roll down to the lip and catch there.

“Oh my god, I’ve been looking for this,” You grabbed it and spun it in your fingers. “Thanks so much! I’d hate for anyone else to just claim it.”

“No problem,” His blue eyes were, for once, humourless.

“Where was it?”

His brows shot up and his lips parted. He looked over his shoulder then back to you.

“U-under the desk,” He pointed to your usual seat. “Caught my eye during one of my other classes.”

“Well,” You fiddled with it and gathered up your notebook. “It needs a refill anyway.”

You grabbed your bag and shoved your things inside. You were glad he’d found it, you had been convinced you’d left it at Bucky’s and he had been evasive since Saturday. Work, as usual. Well, what did you expect? He was older and unlike college boys, he couldn’t just skip.

“I liked it,” Steve hovered around you, a hand in his pocket. “I see you took my advice.”

“Oh, the lesson,” You looked up at him as you lifted your bag. “Yeah, well, it would’ve been a disaster without you.”

“Yeah?” He smirked. “So, you got another class now?”

“Thesis work,” You said. “Library.”

“Fun,” He remarked. “You know�� if you don’t… if you need a quiet place, you can use my office. I have some stuff to take care of before my next block so…”

“Oh, I don’t… know, I wouldn’t want to…”

“It’s pretty big anyway. Even if I was there, I probably wouldn’t even notice you.” He said. “And there’s a bluetooth speaker in there. A gift I never really use but you’re free to.”

“I, um…” You considered the library and the stuffy, dry air. The noise of hidden food wrappers and buzzing whispers. “You sure you wouldn’t mind?”

“Go on,” He grabbed his bag and checked his watch. “I don’t mind.”

“Twist my arm,” You accepted.

“I’ll have to unlock it for you,” He went to the door. 

“Uh, sure,” You followed him into the hall and waited as he locked up the classroom.

Silently, you walked beside him. You realised you didn’t have much to say about anything besides philosophy. You pulled out your phone. A message from Bucky. Finally. After days of radio silence.

“Sorry, baby, going out of town.” You hissed and blackened the screen.

“What’s up?” Steve asked as you followed him out into the late autumn chill.

“Nothing,” You shrugged.

“That boyfriend again?” He asked. 

“It’s whatever,” You grumbled. “Really.”

“I don’t know, it seems like every time I see you, he’s up to no good.”

“Well, he’s… busy.”

“And? You are too.”

“Yeah, but...I mean…” You were quiet as you walked along the campus path. “I don’t know. I shouldn’t--”

“I don’t mind. A little bit of impersonal gossip is… fun. And your secret’s safe with me.”

You glanced over at him and then around at the students all around.

“He’s older,” You admitted. “So… he’s always busy.”

“Older? Like what? A year or two?”

“A bit more than that,” You said nervously. “More…”

You were quiet again. He led you up the steps of the philosophy building and as he always did, opened the door. 

“...Your age.” You finished.

He blinked and tailed you inside, gesturing you up the stairs. You often did prep in his office so you didn’t need much guidance as he followed you up.

“Oh, old-old,” He scoffed. “I get it.”

You laughed, despite yourself and he came up beside you as you reached the third floor.

“You’re supposed to say ‘No, Professor Rogers, you’re not old’,” He chided as he rounded the corner and stopped in front of his office door. “Or something like that.”

“Sorry, I--”

As he reached into his pocket for his keys, a chiming tune filled the hallway. He pulled out his phone instead and apologized as he put it to his ear.

“Hey,” He cradled it with his shoulder as he fished for his keys. “What’s up, Buck?”

He shoved the key into the slot and the audible friction of metal in metal was like a knife to your heart. ‘Buck’? You frowned as he pushed open the door and waved you inside. He stayed at the threshold as he continued his call.

“Germany? I thought you said-- Ahh, okay, yeah,” He leaned on the doorframe. “Anna will be happy to see ya. Oh yeah, been a while.” He tilted his head. “We’ll reschedule. No problem. Yep. Have a good one.”

You waited anxiously as he hung up and stepped inside. He tucked his phone away and checked his watch again.

“Sorry, old friend. He’s going to see his fiancee and well--” He stopped himself. “Anyways, desk is there, speaker is…” He went to the shelf and pulled forward a rather expensive gadget. “Here. Maybe you’ll have better luck figuring it out.”

“Uh, thanks,” You nodded, almost dumbfounded as your mind began to whir. “I appreciate it. I won’t be more than an hour or two.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He said. “Take all the time you need.”

“Thanks, again.”

“Not at all,” He went to the door and turned back. “See ya tomorrow.”

“Sure,” You smiled.

He closed the door behind him as he went. You dropped your bag and fumbled for your phone. You tore it out of your pocket and swiped up. You searched through your contacts and hit call. It had to be a coincidence. Right?

“Hey,” Bucky answered from the other end, a din of activity around him. “I’m just about to fly out.”

“You’re engaged?” You hissed.

“What-- I-- How did you--”

“You are!” You snarled. “Oh my god, I can’t believe you! So have you been busy with work or with her?”

“Baby, it’s--”

“Don’t call me baby,” You retorted. “In fact, don’t call me. Ever.”

You hung up. A floorboard creaked and you turned around. Steve stood in the open door.

“Sorry, I… forgot to grab something,” He pointed past you. “I didn’t mean to--”

“I gotta go,” You bent to pick up your bag. “I’m sorry, I--” 

You neared but he blocked the door with his body.

“Bucky?”

“Your friend,” You uttered. “I didn’t know. I-- Did you?”

“No,” He answered. “Not until… now.”

“Well, now you do.”

“You don’t have to go because of-- I don’t care,” He said.

“I do. I’m embarrassed.”

“Don’t be. He lied. How could you know?” He touched your arm.

“Isn’t he-- he’s your friend. You should be defending him,” You recoiled.

“And? He can be my friend and still be wrong,” He stepped closer and you back up, his hand lingered along your elbow. “He doesn’t deserve you.”

“Thanks, Professor, but I should--”

“Steve,” He corrected you. “I think we know each other well enough.”

He got closer again and you continued to retreat. He kicked the door closed behind him and you flinched.

“What are you--”

He leaned in and you were surprised by his hand on your chin. You dropped your bag and tried to wriggle away. He kissed you and you pushed against his chest. Your skin was alight as your insides wrenched. He parted, at last, his hand still around your jaw.

“What are you doing?” You breathed. 

“You deserve better,” His kissed your again and you bit his lip.

“Professor--”

“Steve,” He insisted and squeezed your chin.

“Let me go,” You grabbed his wrist.

He marched you backwards until you were against his desk. You clutched his wrist tightly but he didn’t budge.

“What? You’ll fuck him but not me?” He sneered. 

“It’s not-- you’re my advisor. I--” Your hand slipped down his arm as you panicked. “Please.”

“I’ve tried so hard not to think about it. About you.” He pushed you against the desk, bending you back until you were flat atop it, your legs hanging off. He loomed over you. “Thinking I was too old and yet I just wanted to have you... Right here… in the front of the class. Mmm, and then I find out you’re fucking him and I realise… you want it just as bad.”

“No, no, “Prof-- Steve,” You pleaded as his hand slid down to your neck. “I-- It was only… It was just sex.”

“Did you ever think of me when you were with him? Huh?” His lips were just above yours. “I thought of you. He told me about you but I didn’t even realise… I heard you do all sorts of naughty things.”

His other hand tugged at your blouse and you writhed helplessly.

“He told me you wore these little skirts for him,” He pressed his lips to your cheeks. “That you kept them on as he fucked you.”

“Steve,” You whined. “Stop!”

“Or what? It’d be a waste to toss away almost a semester’s work…” He snarled. “You know what they do to students who cross professional bounds? I have a duty to report such misconduct.”

“No, no, you--”

“Who are they going to believe?” He snapped. “Hmm, especially when it comes out you been fucking a man twice your age on the side.”

“They-- Steve,” You tried to catch his hand as he tugged on your pants. “You’re scaring me.”

“This isn’t exactly how I wanted our first time to be,” His hand snaked around and he pulled your pants down to your thighs in a single wipe. “That was before I knew how you like it.”

He held you down by your throat as he forced your pants past your knees, your panties twisted in the folds. He brought his foot up to push them further and free them from your ankles.

His hand flew back up your leg and he pushed two fingers against your cunt as you squirmed. He pressed deeper and rubbed along your folds as he bent over you again. He kissed you and drew back before you could bite him.

“You’re wet, kitten,” He purred. “We both know what you want.”

He toyed with you, flicking his fingers over your clit and dragging them back down. He repeated the motion several times until you bit your lips and slapped at the desk.

“Look at you,” He pushed his middle fingers inside of you and your back arched. “He didn’t care about you. Not like I do.”

He pressed the heel of his hand to your clit and curled his fingers. He squeezed and you gasped. He pulled his hand down and spread it over your chest, holding you down as he played with you. He sped up and his fingers clutched your blouse as he shook your body. You closed your eyes as you tried to resist the coil winding tightly inside you.

You mewled and he hushed you. You gritted your teeth and slapped your hand over his. He rocked his hand faster and you struggled to catch your breath. Your nails dug into the back of his hand and you pressed your lips together to hold in the sudden rise. You spasmed as you came atop the desk.

He slowed his hand and when he withdrew, you felt empty and cold. You opened your eyes as he brought his hand to his mouth and sucked clean his fingers. He hummed and ran his hands over your thighs. 

“Stand up,” He ordered. 

You stayed as you were, shaking, and stared at him. You drew your legs together and he pinched you.

“Now,” He growled.

You pushed yourself up and slid off the edge of the desk. He grabbed your open jacket and pulled it down your arms. Then he tore the hem of your blouse up and you were forced to raise your arms as he stripped away the cotton blend. Your bra fell loose as he swiftly unclasped the hooks and it fell away from your arms.

He grasped your shoulders and ran his hands down your front, cupping your chest as he took in every inch of you. He grabbed your arm and spun you to face the desk. He took your hands in his and placed them flat on the top. 

“Stay,” He bid. “I won’t tell you twice.”

His hand grazed your ass and he spanked you lightly. You winced and he reluctantly drew away. You trembled as you listened to him behind you. He dropped his jacket over your shoulder on the desk in front of you. Then his zipper whispered in the tense silence and he stepped closer until you felt his warmth against your naked back. He kicked your feet apart with his leather shoe and fumbled around behind you.

You flinched as his hand brushed against you and you felt him prodded along your ass. He leaned against you and guided your hand further over the desk. He dragged his tip along your folds, poking until he found your entrance. You tried to push away from the desk and he leaned on you heavier.

“He can’t make you feel like I can,” He rasped in your ear as he slid into you. “How does that feel, kitten?”

He impaled you entirely and your fingers curled against the wood. You gulped and hung your head.

“Answer me,” He wrapped his arm around your neck and forced your head up. “Be a good girl.”

“G-good,” You stuttered as he thrust into you.

“Yeah,” He breathed against your scalp. “Better than him?”

He rocked steadily against you as you struggled to keep yourself from folding over the desk. He grabbed your hip and sank his nails into the flesh.

“When I ask a question, you answer me,” He warned. “Like the good girl you are.”

“Y-y-yes,” You stammered as your thighs tingled. “B-b-better than… h-him.”

“Much better than I ever imagined,” His hot breath seeped into you as he nuzzled the crown of your head. “Fuck.”

You moaned as his arm wrapped snugger around your neck, his muscles hard through the soft fabric of his shirt. His flesh clapped against yours as he rutted into you. Deeper, faster. You slapped at his arm with one hand as your other remained planted on the desktop. You were on tiptoe as you orgasmed, barely muffling it as you bit down on your lip.

“That’s it,” He purred. “That’s it. Oh, kitten, I don’t think I can handle much more. Can you?”

He sped up again and your knees buckled dangerously. His arm tightened until he was choking you entirely, drawing you flush against him. You grasped at his arm and he pushed you closer to the desk until you were pressed to it. The soles of your boots, the only clothing still left to you, slipped on the floor and you came again as you fought for air.

“Ah, here I go.” He grunted.

He slammed into you as his other arm hugged your waist and he lifted you off your feet with his final thrusts. He spilled into you and slowed. As he still, he sighed and his arms loosened just a little. He turned you and rested against his desk, still inside you. 

He drew you into his lap as he slid back and bent his head against your shoulder. His hand fluttered along your cunt, hovering over it as he caught his breath.

“I’ll tell Bucky to leave you alone,” He muttered. “And you will do the same.”

[bumblesimagines]

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Part 15

Request: Yes or No

Nebula and Tonys friendship was v cute and we deserved to see Tony be a dad to her. This feels v short so I'm sorry

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"Maybe some company will do you good, (Y/N)." Natasha said softly, rubbing your arm. You stayed silent, staring at the table. Rhodes had offered you your old room back but you couldn't give him an answer. Your gaze shifted to the glass of water, brows furrowing when the water in the glass began to move. Natasha followed your gaze.

"I'm not doing that." You said softly, glancing at her. Steve entered the room, heading towards the exit.

"Something's coming." He called. Rhodes and Bruce quickly followed him out. You stood up, doing the same. You walked out onto the field, seeing Pepper staring up at a ship. You watched the woman set it down, looking back at you all. Steve ran forward, helping Tony off the ship. Pepper sobbed, running forward as well. You turned, walking back towards the facility.

"Great, the douchebag survived." You muttered, opening the door and sitting back down. You knew loss would come with trying to save the world but you didn't expect to lose everyone you loved. Clint and Natasha were still around but they were grieving as well.

"(Y/N), this is Carol Danvers, a friend of Fury." Natasha said as she entered the room. You turned to look at the blonde, giving a small nod. You watched as Rhodes pulled up images of everyone who had been lost to catch Tony up. Your gaze dropped onto the table when you saw your friends images appear.

"World governments are in pieces. He did.. He did exactly what he was planning to do. He wiped out.. 50 percent of all living creatures." Natasha explained, voices getting softer. You took in a shakey breath, sitting up and glancing at everyone. You made eye contact with Tony. He was skinny and weak but he held sadness in his eyes.

"Is Barton..?" Tony trailed off.

"Clint survived... Laura and the kids are gone." You told him, voice threatening to crack. Tony inhaled deeply, nodding.

"Where is Thanos? Where is he now?" Tony asked, looking at Steve. Steve frowned.

"We don't know. He just.. Opened a portal and walked through." Steve said, staring down at the floor. Tony hummed, turning to look at Thor.

"What's wrong with him?"

"He's pissed. He thinks he failed. Which, yeah he did but so did the rest of us." The talking raccoon, Rocket, said. You didn't have enough energy to question how a raccoon ended up in space, much less question how it could talk.

"Honestly, until this exact last second, I thought you were a build-a-bear." Tony said, looking at him.

"Maybe I am." Rocket muttered in a tired and defeated tone.

"Thanos has been missing for three weeks now. We've got nothing. Tony, you fought him."

"Who told you that? No, he wiped my face with a planet while the magician gave away the stone. That's what happened. There was no fight-"

"Okay, okay.. Did he give you any clues?" Steve asked. Tony blew some raspberries, shrugging. You sighed at his childish response.

"I had a vision. I didn't want to believe it.. Thought I was dreaming-"

"Tony, I need you to focus."

"-And I needed you. As in past tense. That trumps what you need. You know what I need?" Tony knocked over some glasses, standing up from his wheelchair. "I need to shave."

"Tony, Tony, stop." Rhodes approached him as Tony ripped off his IV needle.

"What we needed was a suit of armour around the world! Remember that? Whether it impacted our precious freedoms or not." Tony looked over everyone.

"Your project got Sokovia destroyed and ruined." You reminded him, finger running over the rim of the glass cup. Tony began stumbling as he argued with Steve, stumbling towards him. He ripped off the Arc reactor, putting it in Steve's hand before falling to the ground. He fainted afterwards so Rhodes and Steve got him to the medical unit.

"This is such a shitshow. I'm going home." You said, standing up and picking up the glass. Natasha turned towards you.

"Stay for a little longer-"

"For what? So I can be told nothing's gonna bring back by family? My best friends? I had nothing then I had something and now I have nothing again." You flinched when the cup shattered, pieces of glass and water landing on the ground. You sighed softly, taking the shards stuck in your skin out.

"Sorry. I'll clean this up." You mumbled, using your other hand to get the water off the floor. Carol blinked, watching in surprise. You opened one of the cabinets, pulling out the first aid kit. You turned your head when Carol stood beside you.

"Hey." You breathed out, running your hand under water to wash away some of the blood. Carol picked up the antibiotic cream, using a cotton ball to dab it onto your cuts. You didn't really feel like healing yourself.

"I'm sorry you lost so many people." She said quietly, picking up the bandages and wrapping them around your hand.

"Well, shit happens." You looked at your bandaged palm, sighing softly.

"I lost two best friends." Carol said, leaning against the counter.

"Nick and Monica, the daughter of a good friend." Carol looked at you, arms crossing.

"Sams' sister calls nonstop and I don't know what to tell her. She has two toddlers, both parents passed away, and she's a widow. How can I tell her that her older brother turned into dust and I couldn't do anything to save him? Dad and I can't even look at each other without noticing how empty the house feels. I wake up everyday hoping it was all a nightmare but then I don't hear Laura telling the kids to get up or Clint going on about teaching Lila archery." You looked away from her, eyes watering. Carol placed a gentle hand on your arm, giving it a light squeeze.

"You did what you could. What you have to do now is be there for the people who are still here. Your friends sister needs you. She needs someone familiar. Someone close to Sam and someone who was there in his last moments." Carol said, watching you.

"You'll never get back up if you keep knocking yourself down." She said softly. You let out a shakey sigh, nodding and sniffling. Carol offered you a napkin, patting your back before she walked away. You wiped away your tears and splashed some water on your face, patting your face dry. You turned and grabbed the broom and collector, taking care of the glass. You put the first aid kit away as Carol re-entered the room with Natasha and Steve following.

"Hey, we usually do things as a team here." Natasha said as Carol spun around to look at her.

"We realize up there is your territory but this is our fight too." Steve added.

"Do you even know where he is?" Rhodes asked, head tilting. Carol shrugged lightly.

"I know people who might."

"Don't bother." You looked at the blue android girl, Nebula.

"I can tell you where Thanos is." She revealed. The humans glanced at each other before gathering in the office to hear what she had to say. You leaned against the doorway, semi interested.

"Thanos spent a long time trying to perfect me. When he worked he talked about his great plan. Even disassembled I wanted to please him.. I'd ask where we would go once his plan was complete. His answer was always the same." Nebula turned her head to look at everyone. "To the garden."

"That's cute. Thanos has a retirement plan." Rhodes mumbled as Rocket climbed onto the table, making a hologram of Earth appear.

"When Thanos snapped his fingers, Earth became ground zero for ridiculously high cosmic proportions. Nobody's ever seen anything like it." Rocket said, making the hologram change to a different planet.

"Until two days ago on this planet." Rocket motioned to the planet shown. Nebula nodded, leaning forward.

"He used the stones again." Natasha whispered. Everyones attention shifted onto the planet.

"You can count me out. I have a therapy session soon." You called, turning around and walking down the steps.

"You go to therapy?" Rhodes asked, brows furrowing as he turned to face you.

"Yeah, it's called napping."

~~~~~~~~~~

You entered the house, taking in a deep breath. Neither you or Clint dared clean up the place. Everything was left exactly how it had been left after Thanos snapped his fingers. You entered the livingroom, gaze landing on the metal on the ground. You sighed softly, picking up the monitor. Clint had broken it. Clint not following the rules of his house arrest was probably the least of the governments problems. You tossed it onto the couch, walking to the kitchen and opening the fridge.

"Beer, beer, beer, leftovers, beer." You mumbled as you sorted through the fridge. You shut the fridge, looking at the drawings and pictures pinned to it with magnets. You swallowed, leaving the kitchen. You stepped over the Legos on the ground, going to the front door. You watched as Clint drew an arrow, shooting it at a target in the distance. All Clint did was practice. Probably to get his mind off things.

"Should I head into town for food?" You called out. Clint stayed silent so you took it as a no. You took out your phone, looking at the contact.

Sarah Wilson

You watched it ring, guilt creeping into your heart. You sighed, licking your lips and answering.

"Hello?"

"Oh, thank god! I've been trying to reach you for the past few weeks. I haven't heard anything yet about Sam and the others. How is Sam? Is he with you?"

"Sam.." You started, biting down on your lip as you shut your eyes. You let out a heavy sigh, taking a seat on the stairs.

"I should explain everything in person, Sarah. I'm not gonna make you wait until I get to Louisiana. Sam.. He, uh.. He didn't make it. I'm s-sorry." You sniffled, hearing a soft gasp leave Sarah.

"Oh, God.." She whispered.

"I-I'll stop by. I tell you everything but.. Sam.. Sam was a hero until the end." You said softly, hearing the kids in the background. You were relieved she wasn't completely alone.

"C-Could you just stay with me on the phone?" Sarah asked softly.

"Yeah, of course." You replied, answering her softly cry.

"What the hell am I gonna do now? Half the folks in town are gone and.." Sarah sniffled. You listened to her soft sniffles and sobs, sighing softly.

"I'm not gonna leave you, Sarah. Sam would have my head if I did." You smiled softly, hearing her chuckle.

"Thank you."

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KING OF MY HEART | JJ MAYBANK

Masterlinst in pinned!

A.N: this is my first time writing in a long period of time so it’s really crusty and short but it will get better with time, I promise :)

WORDS COUNT: 1,4K

WARNINGS: alcohol, mention of sex????

I'm perfectly fine, I live on my own

I made up on my mind, I'm better off bein' alone

We met a few weeks ago

Now you try on callin' me, baby, like tryin' on clothes

Well, you technically did not live alone, but since your dad is never home because of the amount of traveling he does for work, and your mum always being out on her multiple clubs, it sure felt as if you did.

In the last couple of weeks your best friend, Sarah Cameron, befriended some of the island “pogues”, ending up on you also hanging out with them. In the beginning, it was really fun, until you stopped spending as much time as you did before with your boyfriend, Rafe.

You and he had multiple fights over it until you could not take it anymore and decided to end the relationship. Him being the child he did not stop bothering you nor your new friends, whom he hated, especially JJ. He never liked the blond, but after noticing how he flirts with you, Rafe could not help but make his life even more of a living hell.

It went away with time, to the point where now, he doesn’t even look at you anymore, leaving an open path for you and JJ to closer and closer each day.

“I don’t know JJ, I like the way we are right now,” you said as he played with your hair.

“So, you like having to hide all the time?” he sarcastically asked.

“Please, the only people we hide from are my parents” you laughed.

“And wouldn’t it be nice to eat expensive dinners and drink expensive wine with them?”

“We can have expensive dinners and drink expensive wine… alone, at John b’s house, far away from my parents, and Rafe”

“Come one is not like your parents are ever home, and Rafe does not bother us anymore, what’s stopping you?”

“I don’t know, just want to give it a bit more time I guess”

“But can I call you baby?”

“You can call me whatever you want JJ” he smiled.

“So can I call you mamacita?”

“PLEASE DO NOT SAY THAT”

So prove to me I'm your American Queen

And you move to me like I'm a Motown beat

And we rule the kingdom inside my room

'Cause all the boys and their expensive cars

With their Range Rovers and their Jaguars

Never took me quite where you do

“Y/N! BABY! GIVE ME A KISS” JJ yelled, cigarette in one hand and a bottle of beer in the other.

“No JJ, I’m dancing with Kie,” you answered while she spun you. Pogues parties at the beach were definitely the best ones.

“I’m sure Kie won’t mind me stealing you for a little while” he threw the rest of the cigarette and the empty bottle into a big garbage can and held out his hands for you to take, which you did.

Between kisses, you kept on dancing and singing along to songs for what felt like an entire life but was actually twenty minutes.

“Thank you for showing me what real fun is like,” you said and he smiled while you two did the shimmy together.

“Honey dancing together is the bare minimum, what were you and Rafe doing if it wasn’t this?”

“I don’t know, we usually drove around in his Range Rover and fucked in the backseat” JJ made a disgusted face.

“You could’ve kept that last part to yourself you know”

“Nah, I like it when you get jealous”

“Me? I’m not jealous”

“Whatever”

You danced for a few more minutes until someone lit up a bonfire and everyone sat around it. JJ and you grabbed a blanket from John b’s couch and did the same as the rest of the people.

And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for

King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa

And all at once, you are all I want, I'll never let you go

King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa

And all at once, I've been waiting, waiting

Ooh whoa, ooh whoa

And all at once, you are the one, I have been waiting, waiting

Body and soul, ooh whoa

And all at once

“I had a dream last night” you quietly said, just you and your friends were the only ones left at the beach, it was late.

“What was it about?” JJ looked down at you.

“You were a king, and lived in this beautiful and big castle, and I fell in love with you”

“Aww that's so cute Y/N” you couldn’t see his face but you knew he was smiling.

“Ssshh, let me finish” JJ nodded, “one day you organized a ball and I went, we danced together all night long, until our feet hurt, but then I woke up”

“It was like tonight”

“Yeah it was” you both fell into silence, “ when I was dating Rafe, I thought I had met the love of my life, but now that I’m with you I realize I had not, I’ve been waiting for someone like you my entire life and didn’t even realize it” he did not answer, just kissed your temple”

Late in the night, the city's asleep

Your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep

Change my priorities

The taste of your lips is my idea of luxury

As days went by, you fell more and more in love with the boy. Every minute you spent apart was torture for both of you. You knew you loved him but were too afraid that if you told him he would get scared and leave you.

JJ’s love was something you did not know you needed until you had it, and just by thinking about losing it your heart goes cold and a sudden sadness fills up your soul.

The blond boy changed your way to see life, he made you realize what actually matters, that it’s not where or when but with who you are. He makes you a better person, he turns you into someone you’re proud of.

Slowly you realized that you did not need more than him and his affection to be happy, hearing his name made you smile, when he touches you your heart rate goes higher than it ever was before, and every time you think about him makes you feel as if your stomach was being run over by a thousand butterflies at the same time.

So prove to me I'm your American Queen

And you move to me like I'm a Motown beat

And we rule the kingdom inside my room

'Cause all the boys and their expensive cars

With their Range Rovers and their Jaguars

Never took me quite where you do

And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for

King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa

And all at once, you are all I want, I'll never let you go

King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa

And all at once, I've been waiting, waiting

Ooh whoa, ooh whoa

And all at once, you are the one, I have been waiting, waiting

Body and soul, ooh whoa

And all at once

“Y/N? can I tell you something?” you nodded, it was early in the night, the sun had just set and you were doing a Narnia marathon in your dad’s yacht, “I love you” you felt your heart stop as you turned your head so you could see his face, he looked scared, and for a few seconds you didn’t say anything.

“I love you too” the boy screamed in excitement which made you laugh, and he grabbed your face and kissed you.

Is this the end of all the endings?

My broken bones are mending

With all these nights we're spending

Up on the roof with a school girl crush

Drinking beer out of plastic cups

Say you fancy me, not fancy stuff

Baby, all at once, this is enough

JJ and you had been together for a few months now, and you’ve never been happier. It finally was like you were getting somewhere with your life, you felt complete, he was that little piece you were missing all along. And it might have taken time but it definitely was worth all the wait.

And as you laid with him on your house’s roof while drinking beers and looking at the stars, you said I love you over and over again, and with every word you meant it more; and as he looked down at you, JJ told you the amazing life he had dreamt about in which you were the end of all his endings.

JJ Maybank was everything you could’ve asked for, he was the king of your heart.

@baby-bearie hey honey tagging you like we talked about

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Mosaic | B.B x Fem!Reader

An: I can’t tell if I like this but have it anyway

Fluff? idfk

requests are open

words: 2,011

It started innocently enough.  When Bucky was brought to the compound Steve had taken the young girl under his wing, treated her as his kid.  Though in all fairness she was Stark's actual kid first, she never minded Steve stepping in as a second parent. She actually appreciated Steve and Bucky coming to visit her in her room or when theyd all sit in the living room and watch movies, catching the pair up on things they’d missed. 

Steve had to go on a mission, it left a few other Avengers, Wanda, Nat, Bruce, Bucky, and Peter (who popped in every now and then to ask for help from the older girl). 

“Hey Guys, can you do me a favor and look at this piece and tell me what you think?” She asked, carrying a large canvas into the Kitchen. Wanda stood at the stove, Pepper was sat at the counter typing on her laptop and Bucky was perched at the table, a cold look on his face. 

“Show,” Wanda grinned and turned from the stove.

“It’s for my senior portfolio, my theme is “Lost in Time”,” Y/N spun the canvas, setting it on the table.  It was a painting, a painting of Steve and Bucky from the forties, a painting of a picture that to Bucky’s knowledge had been lost. The breath left his lungs and tears sat at the edge of his eyes. 

“I Figured I’d paint my two favorite guys, you know, since you literally were lost in time and all,” she gulped the lump in her throat at everyones silence. 

“Do, do you have more?” Bucky asked barely above a whisper, his fingers willed him to reach out. Y/n slowly nodded and peeked down at the painting. It was the first thing he’d ever said to her, and her alone.  It made her heart skip and her stomach flutter. 

“It’s beautiful Y/n. I’m sure this is the one that’ll get you the scholarship,” Pepper smiled and stood, kissing the top of the girls head. 

“Thanks Pepper, Hey Wanda how long till dinner?”

“About 30 minutes dear,” Wanda smiled at the girl. 

“Okay, Bucky I can. . .Show you the others, if you’d like that,” Y/n spoke slowly, testing the waters.  Receiving a nod in response the girl hugged Wanda and kissed Pepper on the cheek before leading the man up to her room.  The walls were a soft white and were littered with paintings and posters and vinyl records.  Bucky watched as she set the painting on an easel.  

“This one is one of Steve, When he was doing the propaganda tour,” she smirked and pointed to the painting. 

“That one is of a little boy i’d found in an old photograph, he’s polish.  Oh this one, is actually inspired by Gone with the Wind umm, it’s one of my favorite books and movies that’s a period piece,” she motioned to a painting of a woman on a swing in one of the big puffy dresses. 

“It was mine too,” Bucky almost, almost smiled.

“I have a copy of both if you’d like to ever read or watch it,” she beamed at him.  It set something in him ablaze.

Here she was 25, sitting in her apartment on facetime with her little sister, working on her portfolio 

“Morgan I promise to come see you and mom this weekend, I just have work,” Y/n laughed at her sister.

“But I miss you now,” The little girl frowned. 

“I miss you too goofball,” her eyes welled up.

“Mommy says you’re going to be famous,” Morgan spoke pointedly into the camera. Y/n let out a chuckle at her sister. 

“Don’t jump baby, I still have a lot of work to do,” she smiled.  

“Mommy also said daddy would be proud of us,” her heart panged at that.  

“He would Morgs, you know, Daddy loved you very much,” Y/n felt tears slip from her eyes. 

“Come on Morgan, dinner, “ Pepper spoke, “Say bye to Sissy,” 

“Bye, Hurry home”

“I will” Morgan passed the phone to Pepper. 

“How are you doing Sweetie?” Pepper had a solemn smile on her face. 

“I’m. . . “ Y/n stopped. “I miss him, everyday,” the tears spilled over.

“I know baby, I miss him too. Our door is always open if you want to stay,” Pepper tried not to cry, for Morgan. 

“Thanks mom, Give Morgan a huge hug for me okay, I’ll see you this weekend,” Y/n choked. Pepper said her goodbyes and hung up the phone.  (E/c) eyes drifted to the larger than most canvas across the room,  the canvas covered her dining table and was adorned with a half painted portrait of her dad, Steve and Nat.  The memorial piece would be hung publicly at the new Stark Memorial building.  She tried to finish it, the unveiling was in two weeks, but nothing felt right.  It had been 6 months, 6 long months without her dad, without Nat, without Steve.  

A gentle knock drug her attention to the door.  She drug her feet as she crossed the room, opening the door as much as the chain would let her standing before her was Bucky and the New Captain America, Sam Wilson himself. She gasped and slammed the door shut, flinging it open and wrapping her arms tightly around Bucky.  The tears fell again. 

“Holy shit, how, how did you find me?” she asked as she pulled back and threw her arms around Sam. 

“Had to ask your stepmother,” Sam smirked when Y/n stepped back. 

“In, come in, sorry,” she stepped aside and let the men in.  The two smirked at the decor in the apartment. 

“You always did know how to make a place feel like home,” Sam joked and let his eyes drift over pictures of her with the Avengers. 

She turned her attention to Bucky who shifted in his shoes. “I missed you Buck,” she smiled at him. 

“Missed you too doll,” he bit his cheek. “Sorry I didn’t call I-” 

“Don’t” Bucky gave her a look. “Don’t blame yourself, you had a lot going on, so did I, but it’s okay you’re here now, so chill,” she smiled and nudged him, earning a light chuckle. 

“So what brings you handsome men to my little home?” she joked and pulled down two wine glasses 

“Well, we wanted to check on you, it’s been 6 months. Hear you’ve been busy?” Sam questioned, and thanked her when she handed him the wine. 

“Yeah um, I managed to get into an art exhibit, and I’m working on a piece for the Stark Memorial building,” she handed a bottle of beer to Bucky.  She’d never admit it, but she kept a six pack in the fridge for if he ever stopped by. 

“Stark Memorial?” Bucky asked. 

“Uh Yeah the memorial building, one of my artist friends is carving the statues out front of Steve, Nat and, Dad, I am in charge of the Painting for the entryway, the one that’ll hang above the door.  The memorial is going to display the suits and tech and stuff like that I don’t know the specifics,” She stammered on.  The three sat and talked for hours before Sam had to go, it was getting late and he didn’t want to miss his flight in the morning. 

“Bucky?” her voice was soft.

“Yeah Y/n?” he looked at her. Regret filled his belly as he took in her frame. 

“Do you mind staying a little longer, it’s been a while and I missed you,” her voice was shaking, nervous, scared of rejection.

“Of course,” he nodded and sat back down. 

“So therapy?” she spoke, her tone lighter.  Bucky let out a groan. 

“Do NOT get me started,” he rolled his eyes.  Y/n let out a laugh, a laugh that he missed.  

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to talk to her, in fact he would sit and watch her name light up his shitty phone.  He was afraid, afraid that he would get attached, that she would leave him too. That his heart would betray him yet again.  He was Afraid of losing her, of loosing the only other person he felt at home with until now. 

“I’m proud of you Buck,” she swirled her wine, he hadn’t noticed she’d brought the bottle to the table. 

“For?”

“Trusting Sam,” she peeked up at him. A soft pink dusted his cheeks. He took a sip of his beer, missing the feeling of being tipsy or drunk. 

“I wanted to call,” he blurted out.  His words took the girl aback. 

“I just, I couldn’t bring myself to, not after what happened,” he cleared his throat.

“Oh Buck,” she set her glass down and stood up. “Come here,” she held her hand to him.  He traced his eyes over her hand, up the expanse of her arm, over the curve of her shoulder, before allowing himself to submit to her.  Her hand was soft, warm, clammy.  She led him through her apartment and opened a door.  She pulled him through.   With a flick of the switch the room buzzed to life, her studio.  His eyes danced around the murals and paintings that littered the desks and shelves and walls.  His eyes were directed to a desk in the corner, a sheet was draped over a canvas.  Her fingers lifted the dust colored fabric to reveal a painting that knock the air out of Bucky’s lungs and made his eyes well up.  The same effect her first painting had on him now knocked him breathless once again.  It was the two of them, sat side by side in the quinjet, his first mission.  The two wore huge smiles across their faces.  Her hair was set back neatly and Bucky had his pinned back, courtesy of the girl next to him.  God only knows what had them all smiled, but that was the moment they realized they needed each other.  

The mosaics of paintings around the room started to make his spin, most were snippets of them. Have you ever taken that first sip of coffee? The way it slides down your throat and hits your belly so well it speaks to the soul.  The feeling Bucky felt when he looked back at Y/n again.  Her hair was messy from work, her lips stained from the wine, the way her clothes fell on her body had Bucky’s head spinning.  He felt almost dizzy? Is dizzy the word he felt.  He let himself go, entirely, giving in to the craving of her skin on his.  He enveloped her in a hug that was nothing short than the blanket of security she had longed for since her dad passed, since Steve left, Since Bucky hadn’t returned her calls.  The barrier between the two crumbled as he cradled the back of her neck gently in his hand, the cool metal pressing her back to be closer, willing himself to conjoin with her, to never leave her again.  Tears fell from his eyes this time. 

“I was scared,” he said. “Steve left me, he chose her, and I didn’t want to lose you too,”? He choked. 

“Buck?” He couldn’t respond, only nod. 

“Your painting was the one to get my scholarship,” she spoke, her voice was shaky, small. 

“I’m so proud of you,” he pulled back, letting his fingers brush over her cheek. “So proud” he pursed his lips. 

“I buy plums and beer just in case you come by, I reread Gone With the Wind and the Hobbit when I'm sad because it was your favorite. I sleep with my window cracked because hearing outside made you sleep better. I never wash my clothes on Wednesday because that was your day.  I am a mosaic of you and all of your pieces,” the way she looked at him shattered every doubt he had.  The way her lips felt against his shattered hers.  The two wrapped themselves in each other, relishing in the feeling of releasing pent up emotions.

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Daisies

Summary: Daisies mean innocence and purity, even in the most dangerous situations the two of you know that your love is pure and everlasting.

Oneshot

Fluff, Mafia AU

Word Count: 1,980

Yugyeom X Reader

[Mentions: Jinyoung]

Based on All Your Fault [but fluffy], references to Heart’s Magic Man.

It is all your fault that I fell for you. The way you looked at me had me falling faster than pouring rain. Maybe I should have listened to my mother, who told me that falling for a mafia man was a bad idea. “But mom, you fell for a mafia man.” She sighs, “And you see what happened?” I scoff over the phone, “But I know he’s different.” “Come on home, baby. I love you. I would never want anything bad to happen to you. Come home before you are into deep.” I roll my eyes and look at the picture frame that holds a photo of my first date with Kim Yugyeom. “I love you, Mom. I am home here. I’ll be okay.”

It’s date night, a biweekly tradition. Yugyeom comes home with a bright smile and picks me up, and spins me around. I laugh, and he sets me down, “Do you know where you wanna go?” I ask him since it’s his turn. He scrunches up his nose, “Maybe an art museum and then to a fancy restaurant?” I smile, and he goes up and changes into a brown bomber jacket with a cream tee shirt. His jeans remain the same as we pull on our shoes. My mom's voice rings in my head again. 'I would never want anything bad to happen to you.' I shake my head knowing I am most protected when I stand next to Yugyeom. We hop into his Lincoln Continental and head off to a museum.

Heart comes on over the radio that’s playing softly, “Come on home, baby. Momma cried on the phone.” Oh, come on now, isn’t this getting a little too coincidental? We hold hands, our masks concealing our identities as we walk around admiring the artwork. As we finish up the tour, I ask him where to next. He asks if going to a bar was okay, instead of the restaurant idea. I shrug, “It’s your choice tonight, after all.” He smiles, and we hop back into his car.

I should have known he had work-related business at the bar. I felt him tense up the second we walked in. I raised a brow but didn’t say a word as he led me over to the stools. Once I sat down, he suddenly spun around, catching sight of whoever he was after. He pulls out his silver gun and fires away. His glare sends shivers down my spine, and when he turns back towards me, his eyes light back up. He snaps his fingers, and his cohorts come out from the bar. Cleaning up his mess before any cops can show up. I ask him softly, “Why did you do that?” He shrugs, “I’ve been tracking him for a while. Finally caught up to him.” I nod, although it's not a reason in my head. But good enough, I guess. He orders us two monster chocolate milkshakes. “Still my Gyeomie.” He laughs, “Always for you, baby.” He kisses my forehead, and I feel my heart melt a little.

--

Yugyeom’s not home that’s weird he’s usually home by now. I shrug and grab my trash bags and take them towards the dumpster. Telling Dalkyum goodbye, “Don’t worry, I will be right back.” I lock the door and make the three-minute trek to the dumpster. When I see someone lying on trash bags outside of the dumpster, I hope they're not dead,... I shake off my nerves and go to throw out my trash. Then, suddenly, I recognize the person lying in the pile of trash. I gasp, dropping the trash bag, the sound ricocheting off the buildings as it hits the pavement. His eyes shoot open, and he reaches for his gun. When he recognizes it’s me, he sighs, and I see the blood covering his face. I get up closer and lay on top of the garbage. “What happened?!” He groans when I notice his stomach is blood red. What if mom was right? Without a second thought, I take off my shirt and rip off a long strip. Lifting his shirt, he hisses. “Fuck that hurts, (Y/n).” I nod, and before I can ask what made the circle-shaped wound. He answers me, “That guy's goons from the other night,... I was walking home to our place, and they broke a beer bottle on the side of the building. I got a swing in before the one stabbed me in the stomach with the bottle.” He doesn’t go into more detail as I wrap it up and put pressure on it.

For some reason, I can’t help but laugh as I realize my mom was right. I almost got to see Yugyeom stabbed to death. If he’s not bleeding out right now, that is. I explain my laughter, “You know, my dad was a King Pin.” He looks over at me with a raised brow, “Really? How did you get out of the mafia life?” I shrug, “My mom ran away as fast as she could after she saw him get stabbed to death. No one knew of my mom since they had just started dating after their one nightstand. And nine months later, my mom had me. She told me everything she knew about him. She didn’t want me to be with you because she watched her lover get stabbed to death. All because he owed some money,... She didn’t want me to lose you the same way.” He laughs as he coughs up blood. “Funny how that works, huh?” I shake my head with tears in my eyes as the reality dawns on me.

He reaches for something in the troves of the bags and hands me a bundle of daisies, “I planned on giving you these when I saw you later tonight.” I sigh heavily, “I love you so much, Gyeom. Please,... please don’t die on me.” He smirks weakly, “I wouldn’t... dr-dream of it.” I place a kiss on his lips and ask, “What do you want me to do?” He shakes his head, “A drag of a cigarette would be nice right now.” I sigh and dig through my pockets. “How did you know I hid them from you?” He makes a face at me, and I sigh, “I didn’t want you to cough up your lungs, you know?” I pull out the pack and a lighter. I take a drag from it first before passing it to Yugyeom.

He sighs deeply and lets out the smoke. “You know, I watched you take them. You’re not that sneaky,... But I promised myself I would try to quit.” I roll my eyes at him, “Yeah?” He nods, “For you, I would give up my own life.” My eyes nearly pop out of my head, “Please don’t risk something that means so much to me.” He pulls the cigarette from his lips, and I wipe the blood from underneath it off. He shakily brings his hand up to my face and pulls me in for a kiss. We pull away, and I look him in his eyes. And he tells me, “I think Jinyoung is coming,...” On cue, I hear the sound of tire screech to a halt. “Goddammit, how did you get yourself into this mess?!” Jinyoung yells sternly. I shake my head, “I honestly couldn’t tell you. I came out to dump some trash at the dumpster, and here he was laying.” Jinyoung sighs, “Help me dump him in the car?” I shrug, and we both lug up the tall man. “Thanks.” Jinyoung rolls his eyes, “Don’t mention it. No, seriously.” A smile creeping up his face, he grabs a sanitizer out of the van. He sprays it over the trash before we throw it all into the overflowing dumpster.

Instead of joining Jinyoung in the front, I go over to sit on the bench seat in the back. I pull the door shut to the side compartment of the van as Jinyoung hits the gas hard. I fly back, “Jinyoung!” I growl, and Yugyeom lets out a laugh and pulls me near him. “The seatbelts don’t work on the bench seat, by the way. The safest place is next to me.” I sigh, “You got that right.” I place the daisies that I kept safe on the bench seat.

Jinyoung patches him up once we arrive at his house, “Now, take good care of this little rascal.” Yugyeom laughs, “You love me, Jinyoung.” He gives Yugyeom a blank look, “Yeah, I just don’t want to see you get hurt.” I grin and thank him, and Jinyoung nods, “Now, go have a date night or whatever you kids do nowadays.” We walk home together. I hold the daisies close to me. He asks if I still have the pack of cigarettes as we pass the dumpster he was bleeding out in front of. I nod and hand them over to him, and he gives me a beautiful smile. He tosses them a bit in his hands before he whips them into the dumpster. “I told you, I’d give them up.” I roll my eyes, “If it relieved your anxiety, you didn’t have to give them up.” He kisses my forehead, “You relieve my anxiety, plus you’ve done more for me than that pack ever did.” I shake my head before I pull him in for a kiss. “You know, you’re the best at doing the worst.” He raises his eyebrow, “You could kill someone and still look flawless. You could get beat the fuck out of, and you still look like a million bucks.” He runs a hand through his hair, “How can you describe a criminal so beautifully?” I bring his hand up to my lips and tell him, “Because the criminal I’m in love with is so much more than his crimes.” As we reach the first step to our apartment, he turns me towards him. “I love you. You’re the light of my life. Thank you for loving and taking care of me.”

I call my mom later that night and tell her what happened, “Oh, honey, are you okay?” I tell her I am, that I’m glad she worried about Yugyeom and me. But that I know, nothing can come in between us now. I’m deeply in love with him, and I don’t think anything could ever change that. I come to sit down next to him on our shared bed. “Wanna say anything to him?”

He smiles and takes the phone from me, and I hear him laugh. He smiles over at me, “Honestly, I don’t think they could ever get me to stop loving them.” He grabs my hand, and we intertwine them together. “I promise, (M/n), nothing could stop me from protecting them. I’ll keep them safe, don’t worry, I’ll hand you back to them.” She tells me she loves me and that to take good care of the lengthy troublesome man. I promise to and tell her goodbye before hanging up and cuddling up to Yugyeom. “You know, it’s only been a year since we have been together but, I’m deeply, madly, in love with you,” I tell him while looking into his eyes. “I find myself falling more and more in love with you than I ever thought possible each day.” He tells me and pecks my cheek. We get under the covers, and he reaches over and turns off the lamp. “Good night.” We say in unison and can’t help but laugh. “Can I be the little spoon tonight?” He asks me softly, “I was hoping you would ask that.” I drape my arms over his torso and bring him into my body. Our legs tangled together comfortably, and I realize there is nowhere I’d rather be than here with him in my arms where the world looks so soft.

[justthehiddleswrites]

Best of Friends | Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Summary:  Since meeting on the set of Avengers, Tom and you have been inseparable. So much so that all your friends and costars think you are secretly dating. A photo by Mark brings the situation to a head.

Warnings: Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Everyone Thinks They're Together, Napping, Kissing, Love Confessions, Cuddling & Snuggling, Implied Sexual Content

-

“Scarlett! Come here!” Ruffalo hissed as she walked by the trailer on her way back from lunch.

Her shoulders slumped as she marched to Mark. “What are you even doing in Tom’s trailer?”

Mark waved her forward. “Just come here and check this out.”

Scarlett poked her head into the doorway. She spied you and Tom asleep on the couch. You snuggled into the curve of Tom’s body and his arm wrapped around your waist. Both of your face settled into contented smiles.

“Are you sure they aren’t…” Scarlett made a rude gesture and Mark rolled his eyes. “sleeping together?”

“They say no, but come on, friends don’t act like this.” He jabbed a finger at the two of you.

Scarlett leaned against Mark. “Awww, Mark, you wouldn’t spoon with me?” She batted her eyelashes.

Mark shoved her with his shoulder. “Only if you asked nicely.”

The two of them giggled and Scarlett tugged at Mark’s arm. “Come on, let’s leave the two lovebirds alone to their nap.”

“Sure, just one moment…” Mark whipped out his phone and snapped a pic of the two of you. “… there, now we can leave.”

Scarlett’s brow furrowed. “What are you planning to do with that?”

Mark pocketed his phone. “Right now, nothing. But you never know.”

-

You groaned as you woke from your after lunch nap. When you tried to sit up and found yourself held back by something. And by something you meant Tom’s arm wrapped around your waist. You didn’t remember Tom lying down with you, but it didn’t surprise you. Tom was your best friend and the two of you have been attached at the hip since meeting on the set of Avengers.

“Tom.” You pushed his shoulder to jostle him. “Tom, wake up.”

Tom hummed and stretched as he blinked his eyes, adjusting to the light. “Huh? Hmm…” He smiled at you sitting next to him. “I guess I was more tired than I realized.” Tom sat up next to you. “I didn’t bother you, did I?”

You smiled and kissed his cheek. “You never bother me. In fact, I can’t remember the last time I slept so well on set. Perhaps you need to be my nap buddy.” you giggled, standing and cracking your neck.

Tom smiled back at you. “I am game if you are.” He glanced down at his watch. “I am due back on set, darling.” He kissed the top of your head. “And aren’t you due into make up?”

You glanced at the clock on the wall. “Unfortunately, yes.”

The two of you worked out of the kinks from the nap before stepping out into the harsh light of day. Tom grabbed your hand and squeezed.

“Still on for dinner at my place?” he asked.

“Are you making Bolognese?”

Tom smirked. “Do I make anything else for you?”

“No. You know that is my favorite.” You squeezed his hand back. “I’ll just ride back with you, if that is okay?”

“Always. And I still have your spare clothes in the guest room if you sleep over.”

“Perfect!” You hugged him tight. “See you on set.”

Tom nodded and the two of you took off in different directions.

-

“Think fast, Hiddleston!” you called out as you hurled a prop dagger at Tom.

He ducked just in time, and the dagger whizzed past his head. You bent over in giggles as Tom’s eyes narrowed at you. He flipped his own prop daggers in his hands.

“This means war.” He charged towards you with a devious grin. You yelped and took off at a full run. Tom soon caught up with you and cornered you by a stack of mats for stunts. “Do you yield?” He pointed one of the daggers at you.

“Never.” You leaned towards him.

You grabbed Tom’s arm and spun in place. You used all your stunt training and hurled Tom over onto the mats with a loud thud. Everyone’s head snapped over to the two of you, but you were too wrapped up in Tom to notice.

You straddled Tom’s hips and pressed your arm into his neck. “Do you yield?” You leaned down so your noses touched. “You puny God.”

Tom’s smile disappeared, and you relaxed your posture. A mistake. Tom used his height to roll you to the side, his legs now straddling you. You struggled against him and he pinned your hands above your head.

“Who’s the puny god now?” Tom gloated. “Yield.”

You leaned forward as much as Tom would let you. “Never.” You tried to roll the two of you over, but Tom pushed you into the mat with his body, using every advantage.

“YIELD!” he shouted, his voice echoing around the set.

“I yield.” you muttered, turning your head to the side.

Tom smiled and kissed your cheek. “See, you were meant to be ruled.” He stood and offered you a hand up.

“I’ll get you next time.” you commented.

“All right, everyone. Enough horseplay.” The director glared and you and Tom. “Let’s get this done.”

“Apologies.” Tom murmured before getting into shot. You wandered off to the side.

Scarlett grabbed you by the elbow and tugged you away from the rest of the crowd.

“What the hell was that?” She hooked her thumb over her shoulder in Tom’s direction.

“That?” Your nose scrunched up. “Tom and I were just goofing around. Like we always do.”

She pursed her lips, staring at you. “And the two of you are just friends.”

“Yeah. Best friends. You know all this. You were there when Tom and I met. Why are you asking?”

Scarlett shifted her weight from foot to foot. “I say this as a friend, people are talking.”

“About me and Tom?”

“Everyone thinks you’re secretly dating.” she blurted out.

“What!? Me and Tom?! Be serious. He is my closest friend. I couldn’t date him. That would be too weird.” you scoffed.

“I’m just saying the two of you act more like boyfriend and girlfriend than friends.”

You opened your mouth to retort, but an assistant popped over.

“They’re ready for the two of you.”

Scarlett and you nodded and jogged back to set.

-

Tom wandered over to craft services after finishing his scenes. Benedict came up behind him and clapped Tom hard on the shoulder.

“Congratulations, pal. It’s about time your took the plunge.”

Tom blinked back. “What are you talking about? The scene? I appreciate the support, but I assure my ego doesn’t need that much stroking.” Tom grabbed a chocolate chip muffin and some tea.

“I’m talking about the latest development in your love life. She’s a great girl, but I don’t need to tell you that.” Benedict leaned into his friend to whisper. “And sneaking off to sleep together during filming. Bold move.”

Tom continued to stare at his good friend in disbelief. “I’m afraid I still don’t understand what on earth you are talking about?”

Benedict sighed and pulled out his phone. “Mark caught the two of you.” He flashed the picture of you and Tom sleeping earlier that day.

“We’re not dating.”

Benedict shrugged his shoulders. “That is not how friends act.”

“Sure it is.” Tom smiled.

“When is the last time you and I snuggled during a nap?” Benedict pointed out.

Tom opened and closed his mouth. “Never.”

“And the last time you went out on a date?”

Tom thought for a minute before answering. “At least two years.”

“Try closer to four years.” Tom opened his mouth to protest, but Benedict held up his hand to stop him. “Think about that, Tom. Coincidence you stopped dating around the time the two of you met?” Benedict patted his back one more time. “Hey, changing the subject, do you have dinner plans tonight?”

“Yeah, I’m making dinner for…” his voice trailed off before looking away.

Benedict yelled over his shoulders. “That is why everyone thinks you are dating.”

-

Both you and Tom stayed silent on the ride back to his rented flat. You cleared your throat to break the silence.

“Tired?” you asked, turning to face Tom.

He turned to you and gave a slight smile. “A bit. You?”

“Same.” you shrugged your shoulders. Scarlett’s comments weighed heavy on your mind. “It was a long day.”

“It was.” Tom’s hands fidgeted in his lap.

“You know you don’t have cook if you’re not up to it. We can always order in.”

Tom smiled. “That sounds like an excellent plan. If you don’t mind, I realize you had your heart set on Bolognese.”

You shook your head. “I’m fine, Tom. Your company is what I want.” You reached over for Tom’s hand.

As you walked into Tom’s flat, you went straight to Tom’s collection of takeout menus. You fanned them out in your hand.

“Which one did you eat last night?”

“I’m wounded. That you would be under the impression—”

“Which one?” You raised an eyebrow.

Tom slumped and flicked a finger at one of the menus. “BBQ.”

You plucked that menu out of the rotation. “Burgers, sushi, or Chinese?”

“Burgers.”

“I support that decision. Here.” You tossed the menu at Tom. “You order. You know what I like.”

Tom punched the number into his phone, while you fished two beers out of the fridge and handed one to him after opening it. You flopped down on the couch and grabbed the remote.

“I’m picking the show!” you called out.

Tom plopped down on the other end of the couch and pulled your feet onto his lap, rubbing them. you groaned in appreciation.

“That feels amazing. You treat a girl right.”

Tom paused. “Did you know everyone on set assumes we’re dating?” He sipped his beer.

“Did Scarlett talk to you too?”

Tom choked on his beer. “No, Benedict. What did Scarlett say to you?”

“That we act more like girlfriend and boyfriend than friends. What did Ben say?”

“Something similar. He suspects you are the reason I’m not dating.”

You huffed. “Ridiculous. I am supportive of your love life.”

“Exactly. And so what if we’re close? It’s not weird. I don’t care how that photo looks.”

It was your turn to snort your beer. “What photo?”

“The one of us napping after lunch today.” Tom searched through his phone and flipped the search towards you.

“Aww. We are adorable. I don’t see anything weird about that.” you half lied. The two of you looked more intimate than friends.

“That’s what I said.” Tom commented. “I mean you and I dating…”

“Crazy.” you retorted.

“Ridiculous.” Tom added.

The two of you laughed at the notion before falling silent. Just as you said something, the delivery guy knocked on the door. You tucked your feet back as Tom stood to answer the door.

Tom returned with the containers of burgers and fries and spied you chewing your lip.

“Compliments to the chef.” He handed you the food.

“Oh… Thanks.” you responded absentmindedly.

“If the photo is bothering so much, I can speak to Mark tomorrow.”

“No, no, no. The photo is fine. I’m just hungry and tired.”

“You can always stay overnight.” Tom offered.

“I don’t want to be a burden. I’ll Uber home later.”

Tom’s heart sank a bit. He always enjoyed breakfast in the morning when you stayed over. It made the entire day go better when he woke up to see your face.

“How’s your burger?” you asked, changing the subject.

“Good. Yours?”

“Tasty.”

You spent the rest of the meal chatting about mundane topics with Tom. Both of you ignoring the elephant in the room. Once the burgers were gone and the beer bottles empty, you rose to leave.

“I should be on the way. I have an early call time tomorrow.”

“Stay.” Tom offered again. “You are never a burden.”

“I really shouldn’t.” It was a lame excuse.

“At least let me drive you.”

You threw Tom a glare. “Tom, you know that if you do that, you are ending up spending the night at my place on the couch.”

“Then just stay here in my spare room. What’s the problem? You do it all the time.”

“Maybe that’s the problem, Tom!” you blurted out.

“What?” His face twisted up in confusion. “There’s no problem. Everything is—”

“Please don’t say ‘fine’. Something is not fine if all of our friends are thinking we are dating! I need to go home, Tom. I will see you tomorrow.”

Tom reached for you but stopped himself. “Perhaps it is for the best. Do you want to ride over together?”

You shook your head. “I’ll see you on set.” you stepped forward and kissed his cheek. “Goodnight, Tom. Sleep well.”

Tom frowned as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “I’ll bring you coffee in makeup.” He kissed the top of your head. “Don’t put stock in the rumours, darling. I would hate to lose you as a friend over this.”

You pulled back and gave Tom a pained smile. “That would never happen. I can’t imagine my life without you.”

“That goes double for me.”

A car horn beeped outside.

“That’s my ride.”

Tom nodded and released you. You waved goodbye before shutting the door behind you. Tom readied himself for bed and slipped between the cold sheets in his quiet and empty flat. He tossed and turned, unable to find sleep. Around two in the morning, Tom threw the covers off.

“Damn it!” he cursed as he dressed.

-

Sleep came to you in fits and starts. Just as you dozed off again, a knock at the door jolted you awake. You grabbed a robe and peeped through the hole. You spied Tom pacing the hallway.

“What in the hell? Tom?” you called out to him as you opened the door.

“You’re awake!” He pushed his way into your flat.

“Someone knocked on my door.” You chuckled at your own lame joke. Tom ignored you. “What’s wrong, Tom?”

“Go out with me.” He stopped pacing to stare at you.

You giggled. “Sure. We can go out to dinner tomorrow, if you want. But that hardly needs you to drive over here at 2:30 in the morning.”

“No. I mean, go out with me. On a date.”

Your stomach flipped. You stared at Tom, waiting for the punchline. For him to laugh. All he did was continue to stare at you with those intense blue eyes.

“Be serious.”

“I am serious.” He stepped towards you.

“You said to ignore the rumours.”

“I did. I was wrong.”

“That’s a first.” you muttered.

“You still haven’t answered my question. Will you go out on a date with me?”

Your heart jumped into your throat and room closed in around you.

“What if it doesn’t work? What if we screw it up?”

Tom stepped forward to cup your face. “But what if it works? What if we have been screwing it up all along by not taking this step?” He leaned in towards you. “What if losing you as a friend means finding the love of my life?”

Tom’s nose nudged against yours, and you rose on your toes, closing the distance between you. The moment his lips touched yours, you realized Tom was right. About all of it. The two of you had been lying to yourself all this time.

You wrapped your arms around Tom’s neck as his hands fisted the back of your robe. The two of you sighed and parted.

Tom pressed his forehead against yours, panting. “I hate when you’re right.” you groused, smiling.

“Get used to it. Because you are not getting rid of me now.”

“But I need to sleep. And so do you.” Tom nodded and moved towards the door. You caught his hand. “Where do you think you are going?”

“Home, you said we needed to—”

“You’re not going traditional on me now.” Tom stared back at you. You smirked as you continued. “I believe there are some pajamas your size in the dresser and we have already shared a nap together. We might as well go all in.”

Tom’s eyes widened as you pulled him towards the bedroom.

-

“Mark, leave them alone.” Scarlett scolded as he climbed the stairs to your trailer.

Mark shushed Scarlett. “I just want to get another picture. Now are you going to help or not?”

“Not.” She spun on her heel and walked away. “And you should walk away too.”

“Party pooper.” Mark pushed open the door. His mouth fell open at the sight before him.

Tom and you broke from your passionate kiss on the couch, your mouths bruised, and smiled at Mark.

“Ah, Mark. Do you mind?” Tom commented. “My girlfriend and I would like a little bit of privacy.”

Mark blinked before scrambling back through the door. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t… I didn’t…”

“Lock the door!” you snapped back. Mark fell back down the stairs, muttering the entire time.

Tom stared up at you and started laughing. “I think we gave him quite a fright.”

“Serves him right. Disturbing us.”

“Quite right. Now where were we?”

You smiled back at him before kissing him again.

[hockey-hoe-24-7]

“Press Send.” feat. Pierre-Luc Dubois

Inspired by: https://www.instagram.com/p/CAnbYmtFLQL/

Warnings: Smut, maybe voyeurism?, mentions of a threesome, mentions of other players and wags

Length: 2,248

“Do you think anyone would mind if I dragged you into the guest bedroom and let you ride me raw?”

The Mike’s Hard Lemonade sloshing around in its bottle as you navigated it onto the counter, you and Natalie Atkinson giggled like the drunken idiots you were as you re-read the text. After 4 drinks, the screen was getting hazier and hazier.

Natalie leaned so far back on her stool she almost fell off. “Hurry, hurry, press send before you pussy out.”

Snorting in a very unladylike manner, you hit send on your phone screen and fumbled to turn your camera on before you missed what was about to happen.

Your boyfriend of 3 months was standing on the other side of the yard in a circle of his teammates, a beer in his hand and a smile on his gorgeous face. As you looked up at him, you swooned so hard you almost didn’t get your camera turned on. Fortunately, Natalie elbowed you in the ribs. “You better not miss this. And since it’s my house, I can tell you that I don’t mind, as long as it’s not in my bed.”

You and Luc had come over to Natalie and Cam’s house before the Blue Jackets barbecue to help them set up before the rest of the team showed up. Luc and Cam were doing much of the heavy lifting, so once you and Natalie finished up your menial tasks, you had taken it upon yourselves to start early with the drinking. At some point, instagram had been opened and you were scrolling through video and stumbled upon the new tiktok trend: sending your SO a dirty text while they were around a group of people. As the party had gotten in full swing, Natalie had tried it a few times with Cam, but he must have had his phone either turned off or not on him. So the responsibility had fallen to you.

You had been hesitant at first. At 3 months, you and Luc were still relatively new and you hadn’t tried anything like this before. Oh, the two of you indulged in plenty of sex, like every new couple, but sex had stayed behind the doors of either your apartment or his. The two of you were plenty adventurous with positions and places. There wasn’t a single surface at either of your places that you two hadn’t had sex on. But your roles were pretty much set thus far: Luc was the leader, you were a very willing follower. He was the experienced one, you were still a bit of a babe in the woods. When you had told Luc of your very limited sexual experience, he had lit up like a kid on Christmas, then solemnly told you he would be your willing teacher. And teach he had. Without the massive boost he had given you in your sexual confidence, you wouldn’t have the courage to send this very risky text in this room full of 20+ people you were still getting to know. The alcohol was pretty helpful, too.

When you finally hit the record button on your phone, you held the camera up in just enough time to see Luc reach into the back pocket of his shorts and pull out his cellphone. As he read your text, his face went slack with shock and his head snapped up to look at you. The expression on his face sent you and Natalie reeling into another fit of hysterical giggles. When you recovered, you winked at him. A smirk crossed his face and he shook his head as he lifted his beer to his lips. Smug bastard. Hitting stop on your camera, you felt Natalie push another bottle of Mike’s into your hands. As Janelle and Jenni approached the two of you and began to strike up a conversation, you pressed the cold glass bottle to your cheek.

The point of the text was to tease your boyfriend, but now you were beginning to feel some type of way. Dammit. But you also felt...powerful. Luc was a hell of a tease and maybe it was time for him to get a dose of his own medicine.

After 20 minutes of internal debate, you pulled your phone out of the front of your dress.

“I’m not kidding. I’m so wet right now. Not sure what to do about it.”

You didn’t bother scrambling to turn on the camera on your phone, since it wasn’t about that anymore. Still talking to his teammates, Luc pulled out his phone again and glanced down. He blinked a few times, swallowed hard, then raised his head to look at you, eyes wide. Holding his gaze, you put the rim of the bottle back to your mouth, letting it hover against your lips before tipping your head back to take a swig. When you looked back at your boyfriend, he was facing his teammates again, but was obviously bothered. His strong jaw was clenched and his face was serious. He was very much trying to keep himself together.

“Did you send him another one? Lemme see.” Natalie was impressively quick for a drunk person and she almost managed to grab your phone from you, but you shoved it back down into your dress before she could grab it. She glared and you responded with your own triumphant smile.

Luc maintained his rather grumpy demeanor for the next half hour and you felt a little bad as his teammates sent him confusing looks and questions of “You good, man?” or “What’s your problem?” Missing him next to you, but too lazy tipsy to get up and actually get your ass up and walk over to him, you had been trying to get his attention with little hand waves, but he was very deliberately ignoring you. You knew this because he was making it obvious. As he followed his teammates to sit at the patio table, you decided you’d had enough. Pulling out your phone, you crafted what would be your riskiest text of the day.

Think one of your teammates would join us?

It took Luc a minute to look at his phone and his face remained serious as he read the message. It took another long minute before he reacted. His body didn’t move, but his eyes closed as he took a deep breath and clenched his jaw so tight you could see the bone press up against his skin. As he put his phone on the table he gave a full body shudder. When he finally looked up at you, his face was deadpan, but you’d known him long enough to know he was very irritated. He sat for another long minute, adjusting his shirt, then the chain around his neck. Finally, he abruptly stood up from the table and stormed into the house.

Damn. Now you felt bad. He looked pissed.

Mumbling apologies to the other women, you slid off your stool and followed him. You didn’t see him anywhere, even after poking your head through the living room and kitchen. As you made your way further into the house, you nearly screamed when you felt a pair of hands clamp hard onto your waist. You were spun around so hard you nearly fell, but then you were plucked up off the floor and all but tossed into the air. Instinctively, you reached our for balance, your hands landing on Luc’s shoulders and your legs wrapping around his waist. You were now nose to nose with your very angry looking boyfriend.

“I didn’t know I was dating such a little shit,” he snapped, his hands squeezing your ass to pull you in tighter to him. You gasped against his mouth when you felt how hard he was. Before you could reply, he was moving a hand into your hair and shoving you forward for a hard kiss. You groaned and your own hands went from his shoulders to the back of his head to hold him close. You hadn’t realized the two of you were moving until the world was shifting and you were yelping in surprise. But then your back hit a soft surface and his body was over yours in a familiar weight.  

Greedy hands were everywhere, shoving beneath clothing, scraping at skin as the two of you kissed with all the passion that had been building through the afternoon. Your legs tight around his hips, you rolled your body as much as you could beneath his weight. He groaned into your mouth and bit your lip. Then he was shoving your hands from his body and moving his mouth down your cheek to your neck, then further. You reached for him again, but he was quick to shackle your wrists and pin them to the bed above your head. 

His mouth teased the dip of your collarbones, then the hem of your dress, right above your breasts. “Luc,” you gasped, a plead. His mouth was gone the next instant and his weight was moving further down your body. His hands left your wrists and clapped onto your thighs, startling a yelp from you. You began to sit up, desperate for his mouth again, but one of his hands collared your throat and pushed you back until you collapsed back onto the bed. His other hand was beneath your dress and shoving it to your hips. His breath against your thighs made you shudder. His next words confused you:

“Cover your mouth, pretty girl.”

“Luc-”

You were cut off by your own cry of pleasure as he pressed a long, open-mouthed kiss to the thin panties covering your pussy. His hand moved from you throat to clap over your mouth, muffling your cries. You reached up wildly, your hands gripping his wrists as he continued to eat you, the pleasure stinging. Your body lifted to meet his mouth and his hand was moving yet again, this time to press his entire forearm across your stomach, keeping you at his mercy. Vaguely aware of the sounds you were making, you lifted both your shaking hands to cover your own mouth.

When he pulled your panties aside and finally pushed his tongue inside of you, you let out a strangled sob. The pleasure was too much, too intense, too overwhelming. You blindly reached down to shove his arm away, but your strength was nothing compared to his and you gained nothing. When you scratched at his forearm, he hooked his free arm under your knee and pulled it over his shoulder, going deeper.

Tearing your hand away from your mouth, you gasped for breath. “Luc, baby, please. I-I can’t...” With one final parting lick, his mouth left your pussy and it was both a relief and a loss. Then he was grabbing the fabric of your dress and yanking you down over the edge of the bed until you slid off. He was there to catch you and you landed with your legs around his hips again. He must have taken your panties off at some point, because you could feel the coarse fabric of his shorts against the sensitive skin of your thighs and throbbing clit.

As he reached in between your bodies to struggle with his belt, you clapped your hands to the side of his head and took his mouth with your own. The kiss was long and deep, wet with summer heat and desperation. After what seemed like an eternity, he was guiding himself inside of you. You groaned into his mouth at the feeling, both intimately familiar and forever new. His hands going back to your hips, he gave a shallow thrust, pulling your body in to meet his own. It took no time to settle on a deep, rough rhythm that pounded you into the side of the bed. Pulling his mouth away from yours, he buried his face in your neck to muffle his groans. You did the same, sinking your teeth into the skin of his neck. You had blindly reached out, seeking purchase, and your hand landed on a hard surface. You gripped tight, bracing yourself to meet his pace as you wrapped your other arm around his shoulders.

Your orgasm was shattering and you cried out into his throat as your entire body reacted to it. Luc was right there with you, barking out a curse, and lunging forward to go as deep as possible inside of you. Both of you went lax, your body held up only by his own. There was silence except for panting breaths as you struggled to come back to reality. Pulling your face from his throat, you saw that you were gripping the side of the bedside table and had knocked a few things to the ground. Luc’s arms were over your shoulders and he was gripping the duvet, which he had pulled almost completely free from the bed. It was a long moment before either of you spoke.

“That was-”

“Yeah.”

Then he was kissing along your cheek until he found your mouth, this kiss as sweet as the sex had been rough. You buried your hands in his hair and held him close, never wanting this moment to end...

“Wait.”

“Hm?” His eyes flickered open.

“Where are we?”

“Umm,” he pulled his head away to look around, his eyes still hooded. “I think we’re in Nat and Cam’s room.”

“Oh shit.”

Click. Bang.

“WHAT THE FUCK--”

[hotpinkhoshi]

kiss it better | four

pairing: mark tuan x reader

genre: angst, smut, brother’s best friend au (sort of)

warnings: age gap (nine years), cursing, explicit sex, slow burn

word count: 4k

summary: you were off limits for more reasons than mark could count. but everything changed for him the day you walked into his tattoo shop with those big innocent eyes and a laugh like his favorite song. he couldn’t. he wouldn’t. and yet…

a/n: hellloooooo my loves! thanks for your patience with this update! please let me know what you think about the update :) 

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The last time you went bowling, you were eight years old. 

It was your birthday, and you’d declared that the one thing you’d wanted was for the whole family to spend the day together. Lately, Taehyung had been focused on graduating and you’d barely seen him around the house. Your dad was always working, and your mom offered little to no comfort. 

So it had been your birthday wish to have just one day that you could be a family. 

For the first time in your life, you’d had a perfect day. Even Taehyung had put his responsibilities aside and come along, which had been the best part. 

You didn’t win, of course. You had little to no hand-eye coordination - but you’d had more fun than you could ever remember having with your family. The one time you bowled a strike, Taehyung grabbed you and put you on his shoulders, doing laps up and down the lane while you giggled until your cheeks hurt. 

When you entered the bowling alley, you tried not to remember that day. It would only bring you sadness and make you long for something you could never have again.

Instead, you honed in on a different feeling in your bones. You were meeting Mark’s friends for the first time, and it had been a long time since you’d been in such a large group. You couldn’t help but feel nervous. It made you want to steal the leather jacket Mark was wearing and let yourself be swallowed up by the heavy material. 

College had been a learning experience, to say the least, and one of the most prominent lessons had been that it was easy to lose yourself in situations like these. When drinks were flowing, music was blasting, and people were laughing - you didn’t have a great track record. 

Nonetheless, you let Mark lead you back to his friends after grabbing the right shoes, anxiously shoving your hands into the pockets of your shorts. 

“Look who showed up!” Dahyun exclaimed once you joined their group, standing up from the cushioned seats in front of the alley. 

She brushed right past Mark to embrace you in a tight hug, squeezing your shoulders and briefly rocking you back and forth. 

“Damn, hello to you too,” Mark murmured. He shook his head and greeted the rest of his friends, exchanging one of those dude handshakes with a tall, lean guy with shaggy black hair. 

When Dahyun let you go, she linked her arm through yours and brought you over to the group. “Everybody, this is Y/N.” 

“Hi,” you responded with a shy wave. 

The tall guy reached out his hand. “Hi, I’m Yugyeom.” 

He had a face that made you feel like you could trust him, a smile that seemed more innocent than anything else. You couldn’t help but to return his smile and grasp his hand. 

“Hi,” you said again, before Dahyun was pointing to the next person. 

“This is Jackson,” she said, gesturing to a guy leaning coolly against the booth, chestnut brown hair swooped away from his face to reveal his sparkling smile. 

You recognized him as the male you’d seen on that first day, the one that asked Dahyun for napkins. He was wearing a muscle shirt again, revealing the sleeves of swirling lines on both of his toned arms. 

After shaking his hand, Dahyun led you to the next person. Instead of pointing at her, Dahyun wrapped her arms around the short haired blonde and slapped a kiss on her cheek. 

“This is my other half, my bae, my lady. Or, you may call her Chaeyoung.” 

Chaeyoung crinkled her nose and wriggled out of her girlfriend’s grasp with a giggle, reaching forward to shake your hand. “Hi, nice to meet you.” 

Although they were all older than you, you didn’t quite feel the age gap as you thought you would. Yugyeom had a young soul and you felt comfortable as he helped you choose a bowling ball with the right weight. 

Jackson was friendly, too, claiming you for his team before anyone else could get the chance. He said he got a good feeling from you, that you’d be his lucky charm. All you could do was blush and send Mark a shrug. 

While Mark typed in everybody’s name into the machine, transferring them up onto the screen above your heads to show the scores, you accepted the cider that Dahyun slipped into your hands. If anything, perhaps it would loosen you up. 

-- -- --

“If looks could kill,” Dahyun said as she slid into the booth next to Mark. 

Mark brought his beer bottle to his lips, sending a side glance to his friend. “Huh?” 

Dahyun just laughed, tipping her own beer back as she followed Mark’s line of sight. There was Jackson, dancing with you to the techno song playing over the speakers. You were laughing so hard your cheeks were pink. 

“If looks could kill, Jackson would be six feet under,” she finished, nudging his shoulder. “You got a thing for Y/N?” 

Mark scoffed, a bit too quick, and shook his head. “No. No, she’s my friend’s sister.” 

Dahyun snorted. “Okay, and? Chaeyoung was my coworker. Are we just stating facts?”

She didn’t get it. Mark didn’t blame her - she didn’t know the full story. When he was younger, your parents and Tae were the closest things he’d had to family. It would have been downright betrayal to look at you as anything more than a friend. 

But he couldn’t help staring, narrowing his eyes as he watched Jackson adjust your shoulders and hips before you bowled your first shot. He was sure that whatever he was feeling, it wasn’t jealousy. Something curled in his gut, though, when he watched Jackson’s fingers brush against the flower on your shoulder blade, the tattoo Mark had given you himself. 

And for fuck’s sake, did you have to be wearing shorts? It was hot outside, sure, but… 

He shook the thoughts out of his head, realizing that he was the one staring at your legs, not Jackson. Dahyun must have noticed as well, because she nudged him once again and giggled. 

“You’re screwed, dude.”

I’m aware, Mark wanted to say. Instead, he knocked back the rest of his beer. He couldn’t bring himself to look away from you, half out of protectiveness, the other half was something else entirely, something he couldn’t identify. 

-- -- --

“Oh my god!” you exclaimed, watching as your bright pink bowling ball knocked down six pins. It was the most you’d gotten in one turn in the whole duration of the game. You were really bad at this, somehow even worse than you had been when you were eight. 

“You did it!” Jackson yelled happily, pulling you into his arms and lifting you off your feet. You’d had a couple of ciders already, making you feel light and happy as the older man spun you around. 

Jackson was cute. More than just cute - he was handsome enough to be a Disney prince. And he was funny, too. You could tell he was kind. He made you feel special when he laughed at your little quirks during the game, but you knew it was dangerous. 

It wouldn’t be the first time you fell for a hot guy with a charming smile and kind eyes, and you’d told yourself you never would again. So even though he made you laugh and you liked the way he placed his hand on the small of your back, you were cautious. 

Mark was quiet. When it wasn’t his turn, he was mostly brooding in the corner nursing a beer or chatting quietly with Dahyun. You wondered why he wasn’t talking to you, or even looking at you. 

For a moment, you wondered if he was angry with you. He hadn’t spoken to you much, not that he was a man of many words, but you had been getting along so well lately. And he’d wanted you to come, right? 

It occurred to you that maybe he hadn’t, really, and he’d just invited you to be polite. The thought made an unpleasant feeling coil in your gut. 

“Last turn, you know what that means!” 

A female voice called from behind you and you turned to see Chaeyoung carrying a tray of shots - at least a dozen, probably more - to your table. Your eyes widened. This wasn’t for one person, was it?!

“Yes!” Dahyun pumped her fist into the air and skipped over to her girlfriend, helping her set the tray down on the table. 

“Shit, we’re still doing that?” Mark asked, his voice full of annoyance. 

The girls ignored him and Dahyun turned to you. “The rule is, on your last turn, however many pins you leave standing - you take that many shots. It’s a tradition.” 

You blinked a few times, staring down at the tiny shot glasses which were full of a caramelly brown liquid - probably whiskey or bourbon. Not that you had experience with either, but your old roommates always had half empty bottles laying around. 

“You don’t have to,” Mark said low in your ear. You jumped, not knowing he was next to you. When you turned to him, he was giving you a dark look, like he was trying to tell you not to do it. 

Suddenly, you were reminded of your brother. Taehyung was still texting you every day, telling you to go home to your parents, to grow up. He meant well, deep down, but you hated the way he thought he had a right to give you orders. 

Instead of giving in, being the obedient naive girl your brother wanted you to be, you turned from Mark to Dahyun. 

“Oh, no. I’m definitely doing it.” 

-- -- --

“Ohhh, look at your grumpy face. You look like an old man,” you said, poking your fingertip into Mark’s cheek. “Silly.” 

He should have stopped you. Mark had watched as you took five shots, one after the other. In all honesty, you’d knocked them back like a champ with hardly a grimace. But it was a quick downward spiral from there. 

After tearing you away from Chaeyoung and Dahyun, who you were claiming to be your new sisters, Mark led you out of the bowling alley. With your arm around his neck and his arm stabilizing your waist, he felt like he was dragging a dead body with how helpful you were being. 

Now that you were in the backseat of the Uber, you seemed to be gaining a second wind. You were leaning towards him, batting your eyelashes at him with the most infuriating, adorable smile he’d ever seen. 

“Are you mad at me?” you asked, grin dropping into a pout. 

Mark sighed. He was used to being the one to take care of his drunk friends - Jackson wasn’t always as good at holding his liquor as he was now. Not to mention all the trouble he and Taehyung used to get into in their teen years. 

“I’m not mad.” 

You blinked a few times, scrutinizing his features. “It feels like you’re mad.” 

“I’m not,” he insisted, licking his lips. “I just feel like I should have been more responsible.” 

You furrowed your brow and huffed, deflating back against the seat. “I’m not your responsibility, Mark. You don’t have to take care of me.”

“Yes, I do,” Mark replied. “Someone has to.” 

It appeared you didn’t like his answer. You crossed your arms over your chest, tearing your eyes away from him to stare out the window. 

“I’m not a kid,” you said, almost a mutter under your breath, but Mark heard you. He chewed at his lip, staring at you for a moment before he exhaled. 

“I know,” Mark admitted, voice low. “I know. Look, I’m sorry, I know you’re an adult. I just…” 

How could he put it into words? Something about you made him want to protect you, and it wasn’t just that you were younger, that you’d been so sheltered growing up and deserved to have someone shield you from the scary world. There was something else pulling him, and he couldn’t put his finger on it just yet. 

“We’re friends, Y/N. So I wanna make sure you’re safe, okay? And I should have been looking out for you tonight, and I feel like I wasn’t,” he said. 

Mark had been so broody, sitting beside himself while he watched you drink cider after cider that was handed to you, his eyes following every move you made. Until, of course, you looked at him, and he made sure to appear as uninterested as possible. 

He watched you swallow and consider his words before you turned back to him. Thick silence hung between the two of you and he wasn’t sure if it was because he’d said you were friends or because he’d admitted that he had been a dick. 

“I wanna live,” you said, and Mark almost thought you were sobering up, but your eyes still appeared glassy and unfocused. “I moved here to live. And… and I felt like I could, tonight, because you were there.” 

Mark ignored the way he felt his heart pound in his chest, hard against his ribs. 

Luckily, he didn’t need to form a response because the driver had pulled up to the apartment building. Mark thanked him and helped you out of the car, noticing the way you shivered once the cool night air hit your bare skin.

“Here,” Mark said, shrugging his leather jacket off of his shoulders and draping it over yours. “You have goosebumps.” 

“Thank you,” you said. Your cheeks turned pink, radiating all the way up to your ears. 

With a steadying breath, Mark led you back into the building, his hand placed on the small of your back the whole way. 

Once you finally made it into the apartment, you’d seemed to regain some of your wits. Though you stumbled once or twice on thin air, your intoxication at least seemed to be at a steady level.

With Milo on his heels, Mark grabbed a bottle of water for you, handing it to you with strict instructions to sip it slowly, but to finish the whole thing before you went to bed. You pouted and saluted him sarcastically before giving Milo a goodnight kiss and heading off to your room. 

Mark watched as you disappeared down the hallway, each step careful as if you were trying not to appear drunk. You’d had five shots and god only knows how many ciders, you were definitely still drunk. But he admired your effort, at least. 

“What am I gonna do with her,” Mark said to Milo, shaking his head and picking the tiny dog up. Milo offered no wisdom in return, just kissed his face until Mark had to cut him off and set him down. 

Despite Mark’s worries, he attempted to go about his night just as he normally would. He heard you opening and closing dresser drawers, probably a bit louder than you intended, signaling to him that you were at least capable of getting yourself changed for bed on your own. Thank god for that. 

Mark himself changed into his usual sleepwear, a pair of basketball shorts and a muscle shirt, then proceeded to wash his face and brush his teeth. He felt like his ears were perked, waiting for any sign of trouble so that he could come to your rescue. It was a strange, pathetic feeling. 

He glimpsed your figure out of the corner of his eye while he was mid-brush, purple toothbrush sticking out of his mouth. You had your toiletry bag in your arms, your previous outfit swapped out for a pair of leggings and an oversized college shirt. 

“Can I?” you asked, nodding with your chin to the empty space at the sink. 

“Mm,” he murmured in response, holding up one finger to signal you to wait a moment. He quickly finished brushing his teeth and rinsed his mouth, then took a sidestep to make room for you at the sink. 

He tried not to stare at you and instead pretended like he was checking the shelf above the toilet for something, though he paid attention to the way you sat your bag down and unzipped it, sifting through it until you pulled out a bottle of clear liquid and a cotton pad. 

You seemed a bit unsteady, wobbling a on your feet just standing still. You were holding the cotton pad and makeup remover in each hand, biting hard onto your lip. 

“Y/N?” Mark asked. “You good?” 

With a sigh, you shook your head. “Don’t feel good.” 

“Well, that might have something to do with the liter of alcohol you drank,” he remarked with a smirk. 

You whined and turned to Mark, surprising him by holding the items in your hands out to him. “Help. If I have to stare at myself in the mirror, I’m going to throw up.” 

All he could do for a moment was stare down at your hands, the objects that were basically foreign to him. He’d never touched a bottle of makeup remover in his life, and the only time he used cotton swabs were for sterilization at the shop.

“I… what?” he stuttered. 

“Just pour this on this, then wipe my makeup away. It’s easy.” 

Mark blinked a few times, torn between telling you to do it yourself or just walking away. But the way you were gazing up at him with glassy eyes and the most pathetic frown was what made him reach for the cotton pad and makeup remover. 

“Okay, just, close your eyes. And you can’t be mad at me if I do it wrong.” 

You smiled, then, turning your body to lean back against the sink. Mark stood in front of you, popping open the cap of liquid and pouring some onto the cotton round. You gave him a nod of approval at the amount he used, then closed your eyes. 

He slid the cotton pad over your eyes, overly gentle at first to a point where nothing was removed. So he went over again, until he was sure that he got the hang of it. He watched as all your mascara and eyeliner was wiped away, not that you’d had very heavy makeup on to start with. 

“Mark,” you whispered, after he’d gotten your eye makeup off. You opened your eyes and Mark realized just how close to you he was standing, but he didn’t make any effort to move away. 

“Yeah?” he replied, just as quietly. 

“Why haven’t you asked why I’m not talking to my parents?” 

Mark swallowed, his hand dropping from your face. “I figured you would tell me when you felt comfortable.”

You nodded. “I feel like I should tell you.”

“You don’t have to,” he replied, shaking his head. “Not if you’re not ready.”

Your bodies were so close together, he could smell the lingering perfume on your skin and he tried so hard not to inhale too deep, not to notice how good you smelled. 

“I dropped out of school,” you blurted out. “When I told my parents, they…” you blew out an exhale, your eyes staring out over Mark’s shoulder as if you were remembering how it all happened. “They told me I could go back to school or get out of their house. They didn’t ask why I dropped out, or if I was okay, they just wanted me gone.”

Mark didn’t respond, although he had a thousand questions begging to be answered. But he wanted to give you the time, the space to share more if you wanted. 

“I hated school. My grades were fine, they were excellent really, but I was miserable. I ended up… doing something really stupid, and it was the last straw.”

When you didn’t continue, instead locking eyes with Mark again, he swallowed and chose his words carefully. 

“I’m sorry. No matter how I feel about your parents, that’s… it’s messed up. You deserve to have their support,” he said quietly, slowly bringing his hand back up to your face. 

He swiped the cotton pad across your cheek, taking your makeup and a stray tear with it. You nodded and sniffed once. 

“It’s okay. But that’s why I’m here,” you told him, voice quiet. “They forced me out. And I wanted to have a life, so I came to the city.”

“And?” Mark asked, trying to lighten the mood. “Is it everything you ever dreamed of?” 

You laughed, soft and breathy. “It’s not so bad. I’ve got good company.” 

When your eyes met, Mark felt that grip on his heart again. The way you looked at him made his mind foggy, like he had been the one to take five shots of whiskey. He hadn’t been looked at like this in a long time, maybe ever. 

“Close your eyes,” Mark said. His voice came out deeper, more gravelly than he intended. 

After you obeyed, he slid the cotton pad over your other eye to remove the makeup there, at least grateful to be free of your overwhelming gaze. 

“Why don’t you have a girlfriend?” you whispered, catching him off guard. 

Mark was used to this question. At the age of thirty, he was expected to be in a serious relationship, if not already married. So when people found out he’d been single for years, they were shocked. 

“Uh, well-” Mark stuttered, his fingers pausing as they brushed against your cheek. “I… I don’t go out a lot. And I guess I like being alone. I’m comfortable like this.”

“What about me?”

There it was again, that thumping in his chest. 

“You’re different,” he whispered. He didn’t even notice he had dropped the cotton pad, leaving nothing between the soft skin of your cheek and his hand. 

Your eyes fluttered open - clear, and so, so close. It stirred something in him, a feeling that had remained dormant for what felt like his entire life. 

Then your lips were against his. It happened so fast, he didn’t even know who leaned in first. He was pretty sure you’d kissed him, but he had felt so drawn to you in that moment that he couldn’t be sure. 

It only lasted a few seconds, but it was enough. Enough for you to tilt your head, slip your tongue past his lips. God, it’d been so long… 

Mark surged back a step, his shins colliding with the tub behind him. He inhaled sharply, his lips tingling from your kiss. 

“Oh, god,” you said, your eyes flying open. “Oh my god. Mark, I…” Your hand came up to cover your mouth as you stared at him. 

“Shit,” Mark muttered, running his fingers through his hair. “Shit. It’s okay.”

He couldn’t look at you. He was looking anywhere but at your face as he rubbed his neck, trying to process the last ten seconds. 

“I’m sorry,” you said. You turned from him, grabbing your bag from the sink and scurrying out of the room. 

Mark watched you leave, listening for the sound of your bedroom door shutting behind you. He groaned quietly to himself, leaning his palms onto the sink. 

“Fuck. Shit. You’re so fucking stupid,” he told himself in the mirror. 

He closed his eyes and counted to ten. Once, twice, three times. He had no explanation, no excuse for what had just happened. You’d been the one to initiate the kiss, but he’d kissed you back. 

He knew better. Despite the circumstances, he knew better than to look at you like that, as anything other than a friend. A little sister, even. 

With one deep inhale and a long exhale, Mark made up his mind. He would do the right thing, no matter how hard it was or how much you’d hate him for it. 

He grabbed his phone off of the sink, browsing his contacts until he found the name he’d been looking for. It was his new number, but he hoped he would answer. 

Holding the phone up to his ear, Mark listened as the phone rang three times. He almost hung up, deciding that maybe it wasn’t worth it. Tomorrow, he could tell you to call him yourself. 

The ringing stopped. “Hello?”

He cleared his throat. “Taehyung? Hey, man. It’s Mark.”

“Mark? Shit, it’s been a while. What’s up?”

Mark kept his eyes on the mirror, making sure he got a good look at himself as he flipped your world upside down. 

“Look, this is probably unexpected, but… I need to talk to you. It’s about your sister.” 

[svu-ncis-criminalminds]

Love and Hate

For the Anon who requested 46 and 26 with Sonny Carisi? I can't get enough of him!

#26 Cuddling in comfortable silence before murmuring “I love you”

#46 Argument leading to kissing/sex

WARNING : Smutty smut smut

“You’re being an asshole,” You snapped as you unlocked the front door of your apartment, Sonny sulking angrily behind you as you fumbled with the keys. He stepped forward and tried to snatch them from you but you held them away from him, “Sonny I swear to god, knock it off.”

“I can’t, I’m an asshole.” You groaned and finally got the key to turn in the lock, pushing your way in. He followed you close behind, you could practically see the steam coming from his ears. “You’re an asshole.” He added afterwards. You glared at him. 

“That’s all you got? You’re a child.” You went to the kitchen and opened the fridge pulling out an open bottle of wine before going to the cabinet to get a glass. You don’t even know how this stupid fight started, but you were ready for it to end. Sonny continued to stand in the kitchen with his hands on his hips. 

“Have another glass of wine, that’s exactly what you need.” You laughed. If it wasn’t a nice glass you would have considered chucking it at his head. 

“Says the man who needs a beer to sleep. Maybe get that checked out before you try and lecture me. Again.” Now you remembered. Sonny was mansplaining during dinner and you had tried to make a joke that had come off much ruder than you intended. And it spiralled from there. Then you were arguing about everything that had bothered you in the last six months. You were mad at Sonny for Sonny making you mad at him.

“Well someone has to tell you how-” You slammed your hands down on the table.

“Shut up for once in your life!” You cried. “You’re not my dad, you’re my boyfriend, I don’t need you to parent me all the time, I don’t need you to explain every little thing to me because you’re a big old smart ADA man and I’m a halfwit detective!” You ran your hands over your face, trying to wipe away the tears before the man noticed them. 

“Do you hear yourself?” He asked incredulously. “Are you serious right now?” 

“Yes I’m serious!” You turned away from him, shaky hands pouring yourself a glass of the wine. Sonny didn’t say anything for a second and when you turned he at least had the decency to look guilty. “I’m going to bed. Sleep on the sofa.” The guilt was gone, he was pissed off again. 

“The sofa?” He asked, “You’re fucking out of your mind. It’s my apartment too, my bed. I’ll sleep where I please.” You pushed past the man towards the bedroom you both shared. Once again the man followed close behind you, when you got to the bedroom you went in and attempted to slam the door in the man’s face but he put a hand out and pushed it back towards you. It hit your arm and the glass fell to the ground, shattering into a million pieces, wine skidding out across your floor. You both stood in shock for a minute before you screamed. Sonny jumped and you yelled again, running your hands through your hair. You didn’t want to do this, not with him, not now not ever, but god he drove you insane. On the good days it was so so good, and on those rare bad days it was terrible. Like a storm. 

“Shut up! The neighbors are gonna think I’m beating you!” He cried out grabbing your wrist and you jerked away from him. 

“Get away from me, I don’t even want to look at you. I hate you.” Sonny stepped forward again and you took two steps back. You didn’t mean it, you couldn’t mean it but you wanted him to hurt like you hurt. 

“Don’t say that,” He whispered. “Listen, I don’t wanna fight with you.” You laughed, looking up at the ceiling. 

“You could have fooled me,” You spat. He was quiet again. He took another step forward, you were crying openly now. This time you didn’t step back. He took another step and then another before he was standing directly in front of you. He reached a hand up and brushed the tears from your cheek and you flinched at the contact. 

“I’m sorry. Okay? I’m sorry. Don’t ever tell me you hate me again, please.” He begged quietly. You finally looked at him and he seemed so dejected it, it broke your heart even more. It wasn’t worth it. 

“I don’t hate you, Sonny. I hate fighting with you.” He touched your face again and this time you didn’t pull away. 

“I hope you don’t hate me, because I love you very very much.” You smiled softly and pushed your face into the comfort of his hand. 

“I love you too, I’m sorry. I get frustrated. I get frustrated and I get angry and I get... irrational.” He chuckled and leaned down to kiss you gently a few times. 

“And I’m, how did you put it, an asshole. I’m sorry, Y/N.” You smiled and nodded and leaned up to kiss him again deeper. You stood in the doorway to your bedroom trading little kisses that slowly grew into long and deep kisses. Sonny wrapped his arms around you and pulled you flush against him. You wrapped your arms around him and played with the hair at the back of his neck as he slowly backed you up towards the bed. “Let me make it up to you,” He murmured against your lips and you grinned, falling backwards onto the bed. 

“Make up sex?” Sonny continued to grin down at you, loosening his tie before taking it off and tossing it to the side, you let out a wolf whistle. 

“You know the only reason we fight is for the make up sex.” He teased shrugging off his suit jacket and dramatically tossing that to the side as well. You propped yourself up on your elbows and laughed enjoying the show. 

“Strip for me baby,” You catcalled, “This is the champagne room!” Sonny made a big show out of slowly unbuttoning his shirt, before removing that as well. When he pulled his undershirt over his head he spun it around a few times before tossing it at you causing you to giggle wildly. “You better hurry up, sonshine, I’m getting impatient.” Sonny, always eager to please, picked up the pace, undoing his belt and dropping his trousers in one quick movement. He tried to slyly kick his pants off, but due to the shoes he was still wearing they got stuck and he had to sit on the edge of the bed to kick them off. You grinned and got up, wrapping your arms around him from behind, kissing all over his bare shoulders. “That’s my boy.” You purred and he turned quickly, tossing you back down on the bed, successfully down to his underwear. 

“Excuse me, I’m your man.” He placed emphasis on the last word, straddling your legs as he pushed your dress up around your waist, leaning down to kiss your exposed stomach. 

“Oh my man, my big strong sexy man with a mouth-” You cut off with a moan as Sonny reached the top of your panties with his mouth, “With a mouth built for sin, so much for a good Catholic.” You moaned again as Sonny gripped your legs and pulled you closer to him, kissing you through your underwear. 

“You’ve corrupted me,” He argued, teasing you with his tongue through the fabric. He had barely touched you yet and you were wiggling beneath him, out of breath and full of lust. 

“Please,” You begged, sitting up and pulling you dress the rest of the way over your head, tossing it towards Sonny’s own pile of clothing. Sonny kissed back up your body, finding your breasts and burying his face between the two of them, kissing the skin there. 

“I could live and die between these boobs, Y/N” He informed you and you scoffed, giving his hair a playful tug. 

“You’re ridiculous.” Sonny kissed past your breasts, sucking and nibbling on your chest then collarbone and then neck as he found your lips again, grinding himself down onto you. You could feel him growing hard between your body’s at the contact and you wanted him inside you yesterday. But he wasn’t gonna give it up to you that easily, Sonny liked you best when you were frazzled and begging for it. And oh he was going to make you beg. 

Sonny sat up again, taking you with him as your kiss heated up, mouths on mouths, tongues pressing against each other’s and exploring each other’s mouths hastily. He unclipped your bra and pulled it off you, tossing it blindly as he hands went to cup both of your breasts. Calloused thumbs toyed with your nipples, stroking them and pinching them until they were hard and sensitive. 

“I’m going to fuck you so hard tonight, you’re going to feel it everytime you move tomorrow,” He promised you and you moaned wontonly. “First I’m gonna use my mouth doll, make you cum on my tongue, and then when you’re all spent I’m gonna put my dick in you, make you take all of me like I know you can.” The dirty talk was hot, but Sonny’s hands on you were hotter. Sonny kissed back down your body, using his teeth to drag off your underwear before allowing his hands to finish the job, you lifting your hips to allow him. 

He kissed around your core, making you let out a string of curses as your hands dug into his hair, pulling gently again. Finally he put his mouth on you, lapping between your folds, and kissing your lower lips. You moaned breathlessly, unable to keep quiet. Briefly you thought about what the neighbors must think of you arguing and then immediately having loud sex. You laughed. Sonny pulled his mouth off you, and replaced it with his fingers, pushing one into you. 

“What’s so funny.” You shook your head and bit down on your bottom lip as your hips jerked forward. 

“Nothing, nothing, please, don’t stop.” Sonny kept his finger inside of you, thrusting it in and out slowly and firmly. He replaced his mouth though, finding your clit and circling it with that delicious tongue of his. You were desperately trying not to push yourself up into him, but occasionally you wouldn't be able to control yourself and your hips would buck up, causing the man to use his free arm to pin your hips down. He brought you close to climax before pulling back and adjusting himself in his underwear, giving you a second to cool off. You whined loudly. 

“Sonny!” he grinned at you. 

“Y/N!” He mocked in the same voice you had used. You pouted down at him. 

“Baby, please. I wanna cum, please please please.” Sonny dove back into you again this time with a goal. He added a second finger, fucking you with them as he alternated between sucking and licking your sensative bundle of nerves. You felt a familiar pooling behind your bellybutton as your orgasm approached. “I’m gonna cum,” You whispered, tossing your head back and moaning again. Sonny doubled his efforts, and when you finally tipped over the edge he removed his fingers and pushed his tongue into as deeply as he could, feeling you tighten around his mouth and listening to your cries from above him. When you were done he pulled back grinning and gave your one hip a little smack. 

“That’s a good girl,” He cooed and you whimpered up at him. You maintained eye contact as you took deep breaths to steady yourself. 

“Do you... Do you want me to suck you off, love?” You asked, still breathless. He shook his head, leaning down to kiss you on the lips a few times, pressing his body down into you. 

“No, I wouldn’t last a minute with your pretty little lips around me, and I promised to fuck you senseless. He pulled back again, pulling his boxers down and groaning as his trapped cock finally spring free. “That’s better. It’ll be even better inside of you.” You smirked, spreading your legs for the man. 

“How do you want me?” He moaned loudly, looking down at you with lust filled eyes. 

“Just like that, I want to see your face when you cum. I want you looking in my eyes when I cum inside you.” You and Sonny had stopped using condoms about a year into your relationship, you were on the pill and what man ever wanted to wear one. He said he liked it better when he could feel you around him with no barrier. Sonny laid down on top of you again, bracing himself on his elbows on either side of your head as he kissed you deeply. His throbbing dick lining up with your over sensitive region. Finally, FInally he was inside you, but barely. He pushed his head in and stopped, watching your face as your mouth opened into a small ‘o’ shape. 

“More, more, more.” You begged him, arching your back to try and force him deeper into you. Sonny tisked at you, smirking as he kissed you. 

“Wait,” He murmured before slowly, painfully slowly, pushing himself into you. Inch by inch he stretched you out until he bottomed out, fully inside you. Once there he didn’t move, he just allowed you to adjust to him, mouth on your mouth as you breathed labored breaths into each other. Suddenly he moved, thrusting into you even deeper before pulling out and setting a slow pace. He would push all the way into you before pulling almost all the way out before doing it again and again. It was slow and hard and you loved it. “Tell me you love me,” He ordered, maintaining eye contact just as promised. 

“I love you, Dominick, so much.” The use of his given name made him moan loudly into your mouth. He started faster, really giving it to you, you wrapped your legs around him, feet pressing into his ass so he couldn’t pull back as far. He moved, adjusting you both so when he thrust in he was hitting your sweet spot every time. He began more erratic in his movements, chasing his own orgasm, but you were close too. 

“I love you, Y/N. Cum for me baby, let me feel you.” You whimpered. “Touch yourself.” He commanded and you snuck a hand between your two sweaty bodies to touch yourself as he fucked into you. It only took another minute and your whole body lit on fire, convulsing around the man. Your walls tightened, making you tighter as he thrusted. You both moaned into each other’s mouths, Sonny using one hand to push hair from your face so he could see you better. His own gelled hair was a mess from your hands running through it so many times. Finally he reached his own climax, spilling his seed deep inside of you with a guttural groan. He kept himself deep inside you, as you both laid there panting. 

Finally Sonny gently pulled himself out of you and moved to lay next to you on the bed, pulling you close and kissing you several times. You laid like that for a long time, both coming down from incredible orgasms. After a long time of comfortable silence, Sonny turned and nuzzled his face into the side of your head. 

“I love you.” He murmured. You smiled and snuggled up closer to him. You could both shower in the morning, do laundry, and talk about the argument. You briefly remembered the spilled wine on the floor and rolled your eyes. You two were ridiculous. Both assholes. Both too passionate for your own good sometimes, and both so so so in love. 

“I love you more.”

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Mmmmm, how about a brat tamer with bish, we know that man would gladly mark you up for misbehaving💅🏿

Sucias! We’re steadily working on some hoe ass content for you guys. We’ve got lots of original ideas that we’ve been playing with and we’ve also gone through some old requests in our inbox that hit that inspiration just right. Requests are still closed. But we didn’t think you’d mind if we went ahead and gave you all the smutty goodness. So we got a doozy here for all you Bishop freaks (it us). 

Read on to see just how Bishop gets his brat in line...

You pouted in your seat next to Bishop, impatiently waiting for him to finish his conversation so that you could go. A party was taking place around you. There wasn’t a special occasion. The boys didn't need one. The clubhouse was full of people and while you were normally down to partake in the night’s activities, an incident from earlier had turned your mood sour. 

It was about an hour after you’d arrived. The music was flowing, a cloud of smoke engulfing the room as everyone drank with enthusiasm. You’d stepped away to get a refill for Bishop on his beer when a woman you’d never seen before saddled up next to him. She was obviously new. Being El Presidente’s old lady meant that you’d seen every face that came through this place. Hang arounds and club girls. The ones who knew the rules and abided by them got to stay. The ones who didn’t got thrown out on their ass. It was the way of the MC world.

You had watched as she trailed her long hot pink nails over his arm, her eyes zeroing in on the President’s patch on his leather. She was eager and thirsty for clout. Desperate. And that vibe never lasted long with the men in the clubhouse. It was unattractive and incompatible for the lifestyle they led. A woman had to have her own shit when dealing with a Mayan. Their time was valuable. You couldn’t expect to have him at your every whim. Plus they all liked a little chase. Including your man. You may have been together for awhile, but you kept him on his toes and he loved it. You both got off on it.

Which is why you weren’t surprised to see Bishop brush her off and point her away from him. She’d looked crestfallen and you’d almost felt bad for her. You’d never questioned Bishop’s loyalty. But persistent women made your blood boil. They didn’t have respect for what was so clearly owned by another. There was a hierarchy and you were at the top when it came to the women of the club.

You were ready to let the whole thing go, pleased to see that your boyfriend wasn’t at all interested. But instead, the woman made one last ditch effort by grazing her fingertip over his bearded lips with a pathetic excuse for a seductive smile. 

You saw red.

Bishop yanked at her wrist and barked at the prospect to get the bitch out of there. His eyes had found yours, knowing you’d seen the whole thing. You knew better than to cause a scene. He was handling it. So you stayed rooted to your spot, cold and stoic as EZ hauled her out of the clubhouse.

Bishop came to you immediately and he could see the anger in your eyes. You assured him you were fine, but the party was over for you. He’d insisted you both stay, unwilling to let the moment be ruined.

That was forty-five minutes ago and you were still stewing. You’d tried to entice him into leaving, batting your lashes like you knew he loved. He’d brushed you off. The action made you seethe. Images of how he’d dismissed the bitch before made a sour taste settle onto your tongue. He was not about to ignore you like you were some whore.

You tried again, leaning into his side and whispering into his ear.

“Bishop...let’s go home, baby” You purred, letting your tongue gently caress the shell of his ear.

His brown eyes became dark, his mouth set into a firm line as he looked at you. His hand made its way to your thigh, gripping the flesh harshly.

“I told you. We’ll leave when I’m ready. So shut the fuck up and do as I say, querida.”

An icy chill ran down your spine. You sneered at him, letting him know you heard him but you weren’t at all happy about it. Something had him agitated tonight. And while you were used to dealing with a moody Bishop, you were not cool with being rejected like a random puta.

“Fuck you.”

His face became stone as he registered your words. You were both speaking in low tones, but the tension was obvious. You removed his hand from your thigh and stood, leaning forward to grab the car keys from the pocket of his leather. He didn’t move. He let you do as you pleased as you snatched the keys and walked away from him. You headed for the door, intent on leaving his ass behind.

The summer heat enveloped you as you made your way down the clubhouse steps outside and towards Bishop’s truck. You pressed the button to unlock it, watching as the lights lit up in response. You’d just gotten your hand on the driver’s side door when someone jerked you from behind. You were spun around and pushed against the the vehicle with a brute strength that let you know who it was immediately.

Bishop boxed you in with his arms as he pinned you with a glare. You matched his anger, unwilling to bow down to his dominance this time.

“Where the fuck you think you’re going? Huh?” He rasped as he gripped your chin and forced you to meet his now black eyes.

“Home. Like I said an hour ago.”

“You don’t disrespect me like that. You know better.” He bit back, fingers tightening their hold on your chin.

You winced against the pain and jerked away, pushing his body away from yours.

“I’m not doing this with you right now.”

You went to leave, but once again he stopped you. This time he dragged you by the arm to the back of the truck where the truck bed was open. The tailgate had been left down from unloading cases of beer earlier in the night. He forced you back, making the edge of the tailgate dig into your lower back.

“Is this about earlier? Is that what’s got you so fucking twisted up?”

His breath collided with yours as he loomed over you. He narrowed his eyes and you could see he was trying to read your face, searching for a motive.

“You think I like coming here and seeing some whore rub herself all over you like a bitch in heat? Do you think that’s fun for me, Obispo?”

He looked away, gaze taking in your surroundings to ensure no one was around. They weren’t. You were alone in the muggy night.

“I told you I was sorry. I threw her out. What else did you want me to do, huh?”

His tone softened ever so slightly, but his eyes were no less intense. You may be justified for your anger, but your disobedience wasn’t excused.

“How would you feel if I let one of the guys manhandle me? Let Angel squeeze my ass? Or let the prospect brush up against my chest? Would that be fun for you?”

With every word you spoke you could see the vein in his neck throb. His jaw clenched, his hands now balled into fists at his side. You were walking a very dangerous line. You knew that. But his reaction was giving you the pleasure you‘d been seeking. It was gratifying.

“I’ve seen the way some of them look at me. Maybe I should-,”

Bishop’s hand struck fast as he gripped your throat and applied pressure. It wasn’t enough to cut off your air supply, but it had the desired effect of silencing you.

“Shut the fuck up.” He growled out. He almost sounded more beast than man and your insides warmed at the thought.

Your body reacted to his anger instantly. Your nipples hardened despite the warm air of the evening. Your thighs twitched, your pussy already pulsing with need. The thrill of his anger and aggression made you wet instantly. It wasn't what you’d intended to happen. You’d been seriously upset and frustrated with Bishop. But your body knew him too well. And it was attuned to him by instinct rather than sheer will.

“You’re pushing your luck tonight, princesa.” He warned, his lips edging closer to yours. His free hand roughly cupped you through your jeans, forcing you onto your tiptoes. 

He could clearly see the reaction your body was having to him, and he was manipulating it to his liking. He got off on taming you. Just like you got off on rebelling against him. It was a demented tug of war that neither of you planned on losing. 

“You just love to act up, don’t you?” He crooned against your neck, bearded lips grazing over the sensitive skin. 

You shivered, unconsciously widening your legs for him to better maneuver against you. You pushed your chest out in invitation, daring him to touch you there. 

“I’m not the one who let a disrespectful cunt touch what's mine.” You retorted. The attitude was thick; the bite in your words apparent. 

He leaned back, lips quirked into a smirk at your brazenness. He was amused. And turned on judging by the hard muscle pressed against your stomach. 

“You know better than to doubt me. If I wanted whore pussy I’d have it. But instead, I put up with you.” 

His words and tone were ugly, but his body rubbed sensuously against yours. He thrust his hips into you, his hands now toying with the button on your jeans. 

“So, I’m gonna remind you of that, baby. Daddy’s gonna fuck you until you can’t remember anything but my fucking name.”

Your pussy contracted around nothing, so incredibly aroused by his words alone. You remained unmoving as he unbuttoned and unzipped your jeans, hands pushing the fabric down your legs. He pulled you in for a kiss, but immediately retracted when he felt the sting of your teeth bite at his lip.You smirked when he touched the appendage and a spot of red dotted the surface. 

“Fucking brat...” He cursed as he grabbed you by the back of your neck and nearly collided his face with yours. “Lick it off.” 

You stared at him with disdain, but did as he said. Your tongue licked the spot of blood from his bottom lip. The tang of iron hit your tongue and you savored the taste. 

In an instant you were forced away from him, facing the open bed of the truck. 

“Bend over.” 

You had no choice. His hand pushed you as he tore at your panties and exposed you to the open air. His belt clanged as he released himself from his dark denim confines. His cock rutted against your ass, the flesh seeking out the wet heat of your overflowing pussy. 

“Stick that ass out like I know you can.”

You lowered the upper half of your body, supporting yourself on your arms. The angle allowed your ass to meet his crotch, your glistening lips visible even in the darkness. 

“You talk a lot of shit for someone whose pussy stays wet for me.” He taunted as he rubbed the head of his cock at your entrance. 

You bit your lip to keep the moans at bay, both out of stubbornness and need for privacy. He teased you mercilessly. Dipping shallowly into your depths before retreating. You tried to follow his touch, but he kept you still.

“Say it.”

You knew what he wanted. And although you were fighting for control, it was obvious you were losing. So you gave in.

“Daddy...” 

He plunged into you in the next instance, hips flush with your ass. You attempted to grasp for purchase against the bed of the truck, but it was useless. Bishop’s hips set a punishing rhythm. Your body barely had time to clutch at him before he was pulling out. His grunts were like another set of hands, working you closer to that proverbial edge. 

“Fuck...” He groaned, letting his cock hit deep within you. He stayed still for a moment, feeling the hold your walls had on him. “Your pussy is tight. And just for me. Right, baby?”

“Yes...”

His calloused hands spread your ass, no doubt entranced by the way your body accepted him. He landed a harsh slap to your right cheek, enjoying the way your pussy squeezed him in response. 

“She wants to cum, querida. She knows who she belongs to.” He provoked, a finger sliding down between your bodies to assault your clit. 

The submission came naturally. Your body surrendered to his touch, your mouth unable to form words as the climax that’d been building finally swept over you. You could only squeeze your eyes shut and pray that Bishop held you up because your joints locked, your knees ready to give out at any moment. He fucked you through the chaos, continuing to work your clit as tears stung your eyes. 

“Shit, that feels good.” He praised as your pussy gripped him so tight you were afraid he’d become locked inside of you. His pace began to falter as he fucked you hard enough that the tailgate nearly cut into your skin. And you barely had a chance to come down from your high before he was experiencing his own. 

Warmth coated your insides as he filled you. His fingertips dug into your hips. His chest collapsed against your back. Ragged breaths filled your ear as he struggled to calm his racing heart. 

It felt like hours had passed, but in reality it had only been seconds. Bishop carefully moved off of you, hissing as he eased himself out of your sensitive walls. Despite your exhaustion, you pushed your backside up and out for him to  take in the sight of your overfilled cunt. 

“Jesus, I’ll never get tired of seeing this.” 

He ran a long finger down your slit, smearing the cum that had leaked from within. You jolted at his touch, still too sensitive. He pulled you up and around to face him, tapping your lips with his coated finger. You dutifully opened your mouth, sucking the mixture off of him. The savory sweet taste of you both exploded in your mouth. He caressed your cheek lovingly, the warmth seeping back into his eyes. 

“You know I love you.”

You nodded, too tired to argue anymore. 

“So don’t treat me like I don’t. Okay?”

“Okay.” You acquiesced, bending down to pull your jeans back up your legs. Your panties were torn and discarded nearby. There was no salvaging them. 

Bishop adjusted his own pants, buckling his belt back up as he watched you closely. You let him pull you in for a kiss, your mouths dancing against each other tenderly. 

“Let me tell the guys we’re heading out. And then we can go home.” 

You returned the smile he sent you and nodded, watching as he made his way back inside. You walked to the passenger side and got in. Your eyes caught the glow of the dashboard clock, triggered by the unlocking of the vehicle. It’d only taken you fifteen minutes to convince Bishop to take you home. Of course, he’ll see it as his idea. He’ll think he fucked you incompetent, but you knew better. You weren’t new at this game. If you wanted something, you had to set it in motion. And you’d done just that. 

At the sight of Bishop walking back down the steps, you smiled. He winked at you in return. 

Who says being a brat doesn’t pay off? 

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Of something beautiful, but annihilating🚬3

Warnings: nonconsensual sex, violence and abuse, mentions of miscarriage, mentions of death'; violence, attempted rape.

This is dark!fic and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Reader’s husband brings home an unexpected houseguest.

Note: So this is for black Friday and then I’ll be working all today and tomorrow and schedule’s are super late so I dunno when Im working after that. Hope you guys enjoy and don’t hesitate to drop by my asks.

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Arvin let you pick the record. You found it among the box of your daddy’s music. It was one of your favourites and you were glad he wasn’t bothered by Patsy Cline’s droll tones. He seemed to enjoy it as he sat and read a magazine and you searched for a button from your large tin to match that missing from Roy’s jacket.

“You ever listen to Elvis?” He looked up from behind the pages.

“I… I heard him on the radio but you know we haven’t got new records since Daddy died,” you said as you continued your hunt. “And Roy don’t like all that new music. He says it’s no good.”

“Well, he doesn’t seem to like much, does he?” Arvin sniffed, “I always knew he was a grouch but I just thought it was the job.”

“He’s not… He’s just stressed. He works so much.” You looked down and settled on a button that was close enough. 

“You do too,” Arvin hid behind the magazine again. “You should be the one goin’ out and doin’ what you like on a Saturday. Hell, if he ain’t gonna spend his time with you, you should do something of your own.”

“I like sewing,” you shrugged as you threaded the button, “You know, it’s not so bad. I get time to myself. A lot of people can’t say that.”

“Sounds pretty lonely to me,” he flicked the page.

You were silent. You didn’t know how to respond. He was skirting around what he really wanted to say, what you didn’t want him to talk about. The tension in the air thickened as you feared he would admit that he knew or you might confess that your husband wasn’t much of one. Hell, you’d yet to accept that yourself.

Your fears were assuaged by the sudden clatter on the porch and the hinges of the door as it was swung open. You sat up and set aside Roy’s jacket. You stood as he staggered inside. He always did like to drink when he fished, or did much of anything else. You frowned as he tracked mud in on his tall rubber boots.

“Roy, you’re making a mess,” you said as you went to the doorway and watched him stumble around the entryway.

“Keep ya busy,” he slapped a hand on the wall and wiggled his leg free of a boot. “There’s a whole pail of fish out front too.”

“Mmm,” you hummed as his cheeks glowed. You doubted he’d be awake that long. “Well, I’ll just fry those up while you sit down.”

“Agh,” he tripped over his other boot as he slipped it off and Arvin brushed by you to catch him.

“Hey, Roy,” he took his arm, “How was the fishing? Why don’t you sit down? We’ll have a beer.”

“I almost forgot about you, boy,” he shook free of Arvin and ambled closer to you, “Maybe you can hide away after dinner for a while?”

He dragged his hand up your thigh and slapped your ass as he passed you. Arvin turned as Roy clumsily traipsed into the living room and fell onto the couch. He looked at you but you couldn’t stand to meet his.

“Sure,” Arvin uttered, “I’ll just go get those fish first.”

He disappeared through the front door and you crossed your arms as you turned to watch your husband. His head lolled as he chuckled.

“You think he ever fucked a girl?” He asked, “Boy tiptoes around like a virgin.”

“That’s crass, Roy,” you reproached.

“Don’t act so innocent,” he snapped, “If you didn’t, maybe I’d… well.”

His words trailed off and he closed his eyes. He yawned and sighed loudly. You grimaced and listened to the door as it hit the frame again. Arvin continued onto the kitchen as Roy began to snore. It must have been a record how quickly he’d passed out this time.

You went through to the kitchen as Arvin drained the water from the pail of fish. You went to the drawer and got a knife. You rest it on its end as you gripped it and looked out the window.

“He’s already out for the night,” you said, “You hungry?”

“I said I’d make the fish, I meant it.”

“Nah, I’ll flay them and put ‘em in the fridge,” you swallowed, “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“That you’re stuck here with us. Sorry he’s always drunk.” You looked down at the blade. You didn’t say what you really wanted to. Sorry you were stupid enough to choose Roy.

“That isn’t your fault and you know, I don’t mind it so much.” He neared, “We’re friends now, aren’t we? That’s worth it.”

You nodded but couldn’t smile. He always tried to make things seem nicer than they were. He was much better at it than you were.

“You comin’ to church tomorrow?”

“Of course,” he answered like it was obvious.

You turned away and laid out the fish across the cutting board. He stayed behind you, the record silenced and began to skip.

“I think I got somethin’ nice I can find.” He left you and the crackle of the Victrola died.

You slice the fish, careful not to cut your fingers as you deboned it and tossed away the heads and tails. You heard Arvin speak in a low voice and a grumble. Then heavy footsteps interspersed with lighter ones. The stairs groaned and you kept on, wrapping the filets in paper and tucking it away.

You cleaned up and washed the smell off your hands. The living room was empty so you climbed the stairs and found Roy face down on your bed. You turned to the open attic and Arvin descended the ladder.

“You got him to bed?” You tilted your head.

“Wasn’t so hard. Poked him a few times.” He grinned. “So what time do I needa be ready for church?”

“We leave about twenty minutes before service. It’s at eight.” You answered, “Oh, you know what--” You raised your index finger, “One sec.”

You spun and scurried into your father’s room. It was just as it had been before he died except now there were boxes stacked along one wall. You pushed open the closet and fluttered through the clothes hanging within. You pulled out the old grey suit and white shirt that had yet to yellow. You grabbed a tie from the drawer as you passed the dresser.

You smelled them as you went back to the door as Arvin peeked in.

“For church,” you held them out, “My daddy was a bit taller but he got skinny near the end. I can pin up the pants for you and you’ll look just fine.”

“Oh,” he face paled, “You-- I can’t--”

“Roy’ll never fit into these so please,” you pushed them against his chest. “And I don’t think he’ll be up in time for church so I need you to drive.”

He smiled and took the clothes. He hugged them as if they were precious. “Thank you. I’m gonna sound like you for a moment but you really didn’t have to.”

“You think I’m gonna forget that you promised to make the fish? It’ll be a nice Sunday night dinner.” You inhaled deeply, “I think that for tonight, I’m gonna lay down though.”

“Alright,” he let you past, “You have a good night.”

“You too,” you neared your bedroom door as Roy’s snores grew louder, “Might have to stuff my ears with cotton.”

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As you expected, Roy was too hungover to get up for church. You didn’t really go for the sermons but your daddy made it a habit when you were young to make sure you got to see the other kids in town. Sunday school had socialised you in the circles of the small town but they had proven less than welcoming. And since you’d grown out of your education, you went to trade recipes with some of the other wives.

Arvin was awake before you. As you pulled a cardigan over your blue dress you stopped at the bottom of the stairs and he appeared from the front room.

“Oh, Arvin,” you smiled, “That suit looks real nice on you. And the pants…”

“I sewed them myself last night,” he lifted his foot, “Remembered a few stitches.” He straightened the jacket, “You look real good too.”

“Well, aren’t we a pair?” You chimed. “Gonna have to be since Roy hasn’t moved since you dragged him to bed.”

“After you,” he waved to the door, “Think we should get goin’. My daddy woulda whipped me being late for the lord’s prayer.

You led him out the door and climbed into the truck opposite him. He turned the ignition and the engine rumbled to life. You felt calm as you smelled the early morning dew and you looked out the window as he shifted into gear. The lush green grass passed you by and trees swayed as he steered along the old country road.

As always, the church was crowded. You and Arvin squeezed in at the back. He was quiet and sombre as you entered. As you sat, you looked over at him. His jaw squared as the preacher came out and began his weekly scourge. A fire burned behind Arvin’s brown irises and he scowled for a moment before his face went placid.

You looked forward and folded your hands as you listened to Father Milton. You never cared much for his talk of hellfire and brimstone, to be fair, your daddy didn’t either, but in a small town, everyone knew when one was away from service. Roy never cared what anyone thought but you had to deal with Noreen and the other ladies at the grocer or around town about their own tasks.

When mass finished, you stood but Arvin hesitated. He stared up at the altar before he finally rose. He nodded to you and followed you and the other worshippers out into the sun.

You heard your name as you headed for the truck. You stopped and Arvin did too. You turned as Noreen, a woman older than yourself who fashioned herself to be the model for all society ladies, approached you. She wore a wide-brimmed hat over her blonde hair and took short steps in her heels.

“You promised me that carrot cake recipe. The one with the raisins.” She said. “Now I’ve been hounding you for three weeks.”

“Oh, uh,” you unclasped your pocketbook and fished out the card you’d made sure to stow after last Sunday. “Right here. I’m sorry, Noreen, but I gotta get back.”

“Where is Roy? Was he off drinkin’ again? You know, the lord did warn us all against excess.”

“Well, perhaps we can get him to come next week and you can warn him,” Arvin intoned and Noreen looked over in shock.

“Excuse me. And who is this… man you have as your escort?”

“Roy is letting the attic out to him. They work together. This is Arvin.”

“Arvin Russell,” he introduced firmly. 

“That’s an unusual name,” Noreen remarked, “You’re not from here?”

“No, but from a place like this.” He countered, “I’m gonna go get the truck goin’.”

He turned without courtesy and marched away. You looked back to Noreen as she curled her lip.

“Oh, he is a rough one, isn’t he? You have that scoundrel livin’ with you?”

“He’s a good man. Helps around the house. It’s a big place and Missy Grable has a tenant of her own.”

“Missy Grable has a farmhand to tend the fields,” Noreen lifted her chin.

You weren’t certain what to say. Noreen always found issue with whatever you said and you hated to give her further reason to.

“Well, here’s the recipe. I really ought to go.” You said.

“I understand, honey,” She smirked, “Your husband needs his caretaker… oh sorry, wife.”

You flinched but said nothing else. Your shoulders dropped as you turned away and dragged your heels through the dirt. You opened the truck and climbed in without a word. You clutched your pocketbook and stared ahead as Arvin back out of the lot.

“Pardon my saying so and I don’t use this word often, but she was a bitch,” Arvin said. “Remind me why I ain’t go to church.”

You looked down and nervously unclasped and unclasped your purse. “You didn’t have to come.”

“No, it’s your house and I wanna be a good guest,” he said, “It’s nothing to do with you.”

You scoffed and shook your head. “My daddy hated goin’ too but he didn’t want me to be ostracised, you know? He told me, near the end, that he stopped believin’ durin’ the war. He said no god would let the things happen that he saw.” You leaned against the door and watched the buildings pass. “Seein’ how these Christians act, I can’t blame him.”

Arvin was quiet as you left the main street and the house began to thin out until the country sprawled out around you.

“My sister…” he said so low you barely heard him. He cleared his throat and spoke louder. “My cousin, she was tricked by a preacher man. She was young and too willing to love. And he was just a liar. He knocked her up then refused her.” His voice was brittle and you glanced over as his hand tightened on the steering wheel. “She hung herself but it was that snake-tongued charlatan who killed her.” He shook his head. “No god would take her like that. No god would let a man sworn to him trick the innocent.” He rubbed his forehead as his eyes bore into the distance, “I’m sorry. Just been a while since I sat in a pew.”

“No, I’m… sorry. Sorry about your cousin.” You said, “I didn’t-- You can stay home next week.”

He pondered it and a little smile curled his lips. “Don’t think I will. Think I’d like to see that Noreen again. Maybe say a prayer for her soul, wherever it may be.”

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Roy was still in bed when you got home. You tried to rouse him and he swatted you away. You brought him a sandwich and some water and left it beside him. You went back down to clean up as Arvin sat in the front room, As you wiped your hands, the record player buzzed and a tune rose on noontime air.

You went to the living room as Arvin stood straight and you listened to the smooth tones of Sinatra. He turned to you as you entered. 

“I like this one,” you said. 

“Me too,” He had shed the jacket and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, his tie disposed of. He turned his palm up as he stepped away from the player. “You dance?”

You giggled and shook your head. “No, not much of a dancer. Roy wouldn’t even at the wedding.”

“Come on. It’s a good song.” He got closer and began to sing out of tune, “I get no kick from champagne. Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all…”

You shied away and he caught your hand. You let him draw you closer and smiled as your cheeks warmed up.

“Just follow my lead,” he urged as he moved his feet, “Don’t look down, just one, two, one, two…” 

You moved your feet around his as he swayed you and turned you on the spot. His hand settled on your lower back and you grasped his shoulders. You were jittery as you moved with him in time to the music.

“Arvin…” You breathed. 

“Every pretty girl should dance,” he said, “I’d say you’re a hell of a dancer for a beginner.”

“Thanks,” you trilled and settled into his embrace.

“I mean it. You deserve more.” He leaned closer and you felt his hot breath on you. “You deserve the world.”

You smiled as he gazed across at you. Your heart leapt as there was a sudden clamour by the stairs and you pushed away from Arvin as Roy stomped into the doorframe. His hand fell away from your back and you tiptoed over to your husband.

“Roy, you’re awake? How ya feelin’?”

“All this goddamn noise you makin’ down here,” he grumbled, “Shut off that dang thing. There’s a game on.”

You flitted away and turned off the Victrola. You looked at Arvin as he watched Roy. He looked irritated and repulsed by the man.

“I gotta do some chores,” you muttered. “You boys enjoy the game.”

“I think I’m just gonna go upstairs,” Arvin tucked his hands in his pockets. “I’ll be down to cook that fish in a bit.”

You watched the younger man leave and Roy turned the dial on the radio. Your husband flopped onto the couch as the commentator’s voice filled the room.

“How about a beer?” He demanded, not asked.

🚬

The day turned to night. Dinner was quiet and tense. Roy didn’t drink as much as the day before but the alcohol made little difference. Arvin was pensive and seemed to lose himself in thought. You were nervous as you thought of the dance and your temperamental husband.

You hadn’t done anything wrong. It was just a dance. How come Roy could spend his days drunk and dozing and you couldn’t do anything you liked?

You cleaned up after supper. Arvin retreated to his room once more as Roy sat in the living room with another bottle and you tidied up. You cleared the last of the mess and looked out into the front room. Roy belched and sneered as he saw you.

“Wife,” he beckoned you forward with two fingers, “What did you do today?”

“Went to church. Cleaned.” You edged closer. “That’s all. I was real worried about you, Roy.”

“Were you?” He snorted and stood as he dropped his bottle on the table. “You didn’t seem too bothered when I came down.”

“What do you mean?” You stopped a foot away from him.

“You and that kid. You get on real well, don’t ya?” He snickered. “You down here dancing.”

“Just a dance, Roy,” you said meekly, “I didn’t wanna be rude.”

“You just wanna be a whore,” he snarled, “Huh? What you doin’ with that boy? I’m your husband.”

“I know, I know that, Roy. I never-- I didn’t do nothing.” You pleaded as he stepped closer. “I was just waitin’ for you to wake up.”

“Shut your fucking mouth,” he hissed as he grabbed the back of your head and thrust you close to him. “You been doin’ everything but what a wife is meant for.”

He tore open the front of your dress and you cried out. “I’m gonna fuck you and let that boy hear who you belong to.”

“Stop, please.”

“Stop!? This is what you promised me, dear wife.”

You struggled with him as the smell of alcohol on his breath made you cringe. He spun you and shoved you so hard you stumbled back against the couch. You got up as he ambled after you and were knocked back by his fist. You cradled your cheek as you fell onto the cushions.

He pushed you up against the back of the couch and tried to wrench your legs apart. You squeezed your knees together and slapped at him blindly as fear bubbled in your veins. He forced your legs open and knelt on the couch between them. He grabbed your throat as you tried to wriggle away and he struck you again. He never hit your face; he didn’t like people to see what he did to you.

“I’ll show you,” he muttered, “I’ll show you, you little whore.”

He reached for his fly but his face mirrored your shock as he suddenly stilled and for a moment, he froze in time before he fell back onto the floor. Arvin stepped aside to avoid the crash and turned to hit him across the face. Roy’s brow split and began to stream with blood.

Arvin struck him a third time and pointed the gun at his head as he laid prone on the floor. Roy touched the back of his skull as he stared up barrel. The whack from the butt of the gun would likely leave a worse lump than his punches.

“Get up and go.” Arvin growled. “Or I’m gonna smear this carpet with your brains.”

“Are you crazy? This is my house!” Roy barked and pushed himself up. The pistol clicked and Arvin pressed it to his head. 

“It’s her daddy’s house.”

“She’s my wife, boy.”

“You don’t act like no husband,” Arvin said gruffly, “You think I’m scared? Think I haven’t shot a man before?”

“Sure you have, boy.”

“It’s different. You go out and you hunt your bucks and they don’t know what’s comin’, they don’t even know when they shot. But a man, oh he knows to the end. He begs, even if he can’t speak, he does. It’s in his eyes, in the way he gurgles as the life drains from his lips.” Arvin kicked Roy, “And once I pull this trigger, you’ll be begging too but it’ll be too late and there ain’t no words you can say to stop the blood. So you shut up and you go before you can’t.”

You were paralysed on the couch. Your head throbbed as you couldn’t believe what you were seeing. You trembled as Roy stood slowly and winced as Arvin followed his movement with the muzzle of the gun. Arvin followed your husband to the door and you heard the sharp whine of the other before it clattered shut. 

Crickets chirped as dirt stirred beneath feet and you heard the old truck shudder to life. The door snapped shut and locked loudly. Arvin appeared and lowered the gun. You stared at it as he came close. He set it on the table and sat beside you as he touched your face and you winced.

“Are you okay?” He asked as he pulled you against him, “I’m sorry he hurt you. I shoulda-- shoulda been faster.”

“Arv…” Your voice turned to a wisp and you let him hold you.

“Shhh, it’s okay. I got you now.”

[rebel-without-cause-x]

Ride (NSFW)

Jax Teller x Reader

*GIF not mine credit to original maker*

Hey girly! Soooo you seem like your in the mood for some thirsty shit. Well I’m here to deliver..... could I get Jax with the song Ride by Chase Rice? // Requested by @corebore123 // I wanted Jax smut, so I wrote Jax smut 🤷🏼‍♀️

Warnings: Swearing, Sexual content, Daddy Kink ahahaha

Taglist @chibsytelford​ @talicat713​ @nothingeverdies​

Tonight was the annual SAMCRO box-a-thon, something the guys did to let off some steam, the Teller-Morrow lot was filled with more bikes than normal due to the neighbouring charters coming down. The fighting hadn’t even began, yet the air smelled like sweat and testosterone. It was kinda of a turn on.

“Y/N hunny can you take that box of beers outside for me” Gemma asked nodded at the box she was talking about.

“Yeah sure” you smiled grabbing the box off the bar.

Ever since you moved to Charming from the UK you had been around the club, seen as your mum had forced her to go stay with her brother, your uncle bobby. Apparently you was causing to much shit for her to deal with.

You get arrested a couple of times for aggregated assault and the next thing you knew you was on the next flight out the country.

“The beer has arrived you cunts” you grinned as you placed the box on the table. Before shaking your arms out. “Fuck me that was heavy”

One thing you loved about events like these was the fact Jax would end up extremely sweaty, he was a good fighter but watching the sweat glisten off his abs did something to you.

You leant against the wall next to the ring as you sparked a cigarette, just watching Jax get prepared.

“Like what you see darlin’” he smirked as he clocked you watching him.

“Eh I’ve seen better” you shrugged taking a drag on your smoke before tossing the nub to the ground and walked off. It’s not like you could tell Jax that you wanted him, not even in a relationship way, you just wanted to fuck him.

Slipping your headphones in you cracked on with the final things that need to be done ready for tonight.

“Everybody wonders where we run off to. My body on your body baby sticking like some glue. Naughty, let's get naughty girl, it's only one or two. The fever's fucking running, feel the heat between us too” you sung softly, moving yours hips to the music completely unaware Jax had followed you.

He couldn’t help but bite down on his bottom lip as he watch you sing along to the risky song, his eyes glued to your hips. Your leather look jeans clung to your body like a second skin, Jax didn’t care you was on the larger side as you quite often put it, he loved how you wore what the fuck you want and felt confident.

“I'm gon ride, I'm gon ride, I'm gon ride, I'm gon ride on you baby, on you lady all night, all night. I'ma take care of your body, I'll be gentle, don't you scream. It's getting hotter, make it softer, feel your chest on top of me” you continued at this point you felt a set of eyes burning into your ass, pulling your phone out pausing the music you spun around to see Jax soon there biting his lip.

“Why’d you stop” he smirked.

“Enjoying the show was we” you winked pulling your headphone out.

“Maybe” he smirked.

“Maybe if you won tonight, I’d give you more of a private show” you smirked, no idea where the sudden burst of confidence had come from, but rolled with it.

Jax took a couple of steps towards you, placing his hand against the wall above you, his body was millimetres away from yours, you could feel the heat radiating off him.

“You see that’s the thing we both know I will win” he smirked “and when I do I’m coming to claim my prize”

And with that he walked away leaving you all hot and bothered. Something Jax did on a regular basis but never followed up on his comments, but you had a strong feeling he would tonight.

— — —

Leaning against the bar you smiled as you heard the fighting in full swing, pulling your hoodie over your head you walked outside.

The top you was wearing was low cut, and showed enough cleavage but still leaving something for the imagination. You smirked at Jax as he got very distracted causing the other guy to punch him in the jaw.

Even with you distracting Jax, he still managed to win, a smirk was plastered on his face as he strode over to you.

“I nearly lost because of you” he whispered in your ear, his lips grazing your skin as he spoke, causing your body to heat up. “Also you are really bad at hiding how turned on you are right now”

“Who said I was turned on?” You breathed, voice barley a whispered.

“Let’s see, the fact your thighs are pretty much clamped together, the way your breath hitched as my lips grazed your ear” he smirked running his finger down your arm making you shiver.

Turning your head, your eyes trailed down his body, you couldn’t help up.

“I’ve only got one more fight” he winked lighting a cigarette “and then you are mine”

“You might lose” you shrugged.

“Not when there’s something up for grabs that I want” he grinned making you gulp. Reaching behind you he grabbed his kutte off the bench placing it over your shoulders “I want you to look after this for me babygirl”

“Bet you ask all the girls to look after it for you” you laughed slipping your arms into the leather. The smell of leather and Jax’s aftershave was intoxicating.

“Nah only you” he winked “fuck you look so sexy with my cut on”

“Oi Teller we fighting or you getting your dick wet” one of the lads shouted.

“Happy to do both” he winked placing his hand on your thigh, squeezing it.

True to his word, he won and was currently rocking a shit eating grin, as his eyes landed on you. His eyes shining of lust under the low lighting.

You couldn’t help but bite your lip as he flexed his muscles as he climbed out the ring, making his way over to you.

Smirking as he took the cigarette out of your lips and taking a long drag as his hand rested on your hip, slipping his thumb under the material of your shirt, stroking your soft skin.

“I want to see how pretty you look whilst I wreck you” he said huskily, his eyes flitting between your eyes and your lips.

All of a sudden you felt very submissive to the half naked man in front of you, wanting nothing more than to let him take control and show you a good time. Standing on your tip toes, you placed your arms around his neck leaning into his ear. “What ever you want daddy”

“Bedroom. Now” Jax growled as grabbed your hand dragging you through the sea of bodies.

As soon as the door slammed shut behind you he pinned you against the wall.

“Shouldn’t have called me daddy, babygirl” he breathed pinning your arms above your head as his lips attacked your neck, as soon as he made contact a moan escaped your lips and you felt him smirk against your skin “I was gonna go easy on you, but you saying that one little word has awoken something”

Somehow he managed to pop the button on your jeans with one hand and was now tugging them down and soon realised you had no underwear on.

“You have no idea what you do to me wearing clothes like this and then to find out you have no underwear on” he growled, eyes darkened with lust. “Tell me was this all for me, the little show, the outfit you chose and deciding on no underwear”

“Yes daddy” you moaned as he ran his fingers over your slick folds, grazing your clit.

“Mmm so wet for me already” he grinned as his thumb pressed against your clit making you moan his name loudly. “That’s it babygirl, I want you to scream my name”

Realising his hand that was pinning yours. He grabbed your jaw with just enough pressure, his lips finding yours.

The kiss was no where near gentle, it was rough, hot, and fuelled by lust, you felt you myself coming apart at the seams from the heat of the kiss and that fact he never stopped stroking your clit.

“Jax” you moaned against his lips squeezing your eyes closed “please I need you” Without warning he did two fingers in causing you to literally scream with pleasure, burying you head into his neck as he increased the pace.

“I want to hear you beg for me, I want to know clearly, how desperate you are for my body slamming against yours” he said before his lips attacked your skin, you knew you would have a trail of light bruises but you really did care.

“Daddy please” you breathed as you dug your nails into his neck, your knees where starting to give out “please just fuck me, I’m begging you”

A whimper left your lips as Jax slowly removed his fingers.

“Are what’s up babygirl? You feeling needy?” He smirked pushing you down onto the bed, watching as you stripped yourself of your remaining clothing.

“I just want you inside me Jax” you breathed “I don’t know if I can wait any longer. I need to feel you”

“Well I’m that case baby” he smirked dropping his shorts allowing his erection to slap against his lower stomach “let’s do something about that” in on move he had grabbed your ankles and pulled you to the end on the bed rubbing the head of his cock over you clit, making you squirm.

“Jax” you screamed as he slammed his cock into you, not letting you adjust, this was what you wanted, hot rough sex. “Fuck Jax”

“That’s it baby scream my name as loud as you want” he grunted as he thrusted hard “make it known to the world who you belong to”

You was no where near innocent when it came to sex but this was next level.

“Daddy I’m close” you panted grasping at the sheets, which just spurred Jax on as he pulled out flipping you over before slowly sliding his length back into you.

You couldn’t stop the moans and screams that left your lips as Jax took you to the point of climax, hearing you ride the orgasm out pretty much finished him off as you felt his cock throb inside you.

Flopping forward onto the bed you tried to control your heart beat and breathing.

“That was just... wow” you panted as you struggled to form sentences.

“Why haven’t we done that sooner” Jax laughed as he laid next to you. “Either way it definitely won’t be the last time darlin’”

After about 40 minutes you had both calmed down enough to rejoin the party. Pulling your shirt back over your head you messed about with the material trying to cover the light purple hue that trailed into your cleavage. Before feeling Jax’s hand on yours.

“Don’t cover what I purposely marked on you” he smirked “or I might have to punish you”

“Fine” you huffed.

“I needed to let everyone know you are mine” he whispered in your ear nipping gently at your ear lobe. “Even if it is just for tonight”