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otptings · 3 years

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After Sex Cuddles

♧Idol; Renjun

♧Requested; No/Yesssssss

♧Word Count; 2.9k+

♧Genre; Sub!idol, Smut, fluff

♧Warnings; self deprecation, verbal abuse (choreographer), marking, lots of praise, mommy kink, cock slapping (once or twice), pegging, anal fingering, dacryphilia, cum eating, multiple orgasms, snowball kiss, biting, lack of aftercare

♧Synopsis; After a bad practice, and getting yelled at by the guest choreographer all Renjun wants to do is be back in your bed. Interpret that how you will.

♧A/n; So I had already started this off out of fun, and then someone requested this so I changed some of the stuff around to fit the request. thank you for requesting this, I really hope you like it, and if anyone else liked this I accept requests for NCT, SVT, and Enhypen.

“My pretty boy.” The view from your spot in between Renjun’s legs had to be your favorite. His hair spread out against the pillow, brown strands being illuminated by the bright blond halo that was hidden underneath. Cheeks flushed a bright red that spread down his chest, all the way to where his cock stood, sitting pretty and straight up, tip also flushed red from the lack of attention. There was so much that you wanted to do to him, and with his week long break you had all the time in the world.

“Please mommy. Do something.” You pinched his thigh, a squeal leaving his mouth before his pretty pink lips formed into a pout. Shaking your head you rubbed over the red spot with your thumb, shocked by how much he begged even while you were doing everything for him. You quickly forgave him though, knowing just how hard this comeback has been for him.

“You just relax baby. Don’t you want me to make you feel good?” Renjun quickly muttered yes before tossing his head back when you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, swirling your tongue around the tip, tasting his salty pre cum that was dripping from the slit. Just as quickly as you pulled it into your mouth you were releasing it with a pop, causing Renjun to whine at the lack of warmth. Taking pride in the way that his blush seemed to brighten just by the few seconds that you took him into your mouth.

“Let me make you feel good. Show you how amazing you really are.” You didn’t wait for an answer, just connected your lips to his unmarked thighs, biting and sucking hickeys onto the milky flesh. His moans started to fill the room again while his hands grabbed at the sheets, squeezing them tightly before releasing them. His hips attempted to buck up, but you just smacked the head of his cock, causing a whimper to leave his mouth before he dropped them back down. You were one step closer to your goal.

“Renjun, you need to keep up. You’re so slow on this part, Chenle show him how to do it please.”

“Jeno and Jaemin y’all both did amazing.”

“Mark did a great job. Renjun, why can’t you be like him?”

“Haechan you’re energy is absolutely amazing, Renjun you need to work as hard as him.”

“Jisung can’t dance right now so you need to carry your weight, Renjun. Without Jisung everyone will be looking at your sloppy dancing.”

“You shouldn’t be in this group. You’re just holding the others back.”

“I love Nomin, they’re so cuteeee. Why is Renjun sitting in between them?”

“Why is Renjun even in this song? Jisung and Chenle look better than him anyway.”

“Renjun should be in the back and give Haechan more time to shine. No one wants to see him anyway.”

“Renjun should just leave the group, he doesn’t fit in with any of them.”

His feet pounded against the concrete sidewalk, words of the choreographer and comments from the fans echoing around in his head. The pitying face of his manager as he refused a ride, opting to run all the way back home. He knew he’d be in trouble if any sasaengs saw him, rumors would definitely swirl the company about idol mistreatment but he couldn’t sit in that car. Not with the others. What if they realized everyone was right?

When Renjun reached your apartment he was soaked in sweat, hoodie plastered to his body. With shaky hands he pulled his key from his pocket, almost dropping it on the ground before pushing it into the keyhole and opening the door. The smell of ramen flooded his nose, his stomach growling at the realization that he hasn’t eaten since before practice. He could still feel the panic simmering under his skin, tears still threatening to spill in the way that they intensely burned his eyes.

“Baby.” At the sound of his voice cracking you appeared in the bedroom doorway, a bright smile on your face that morphed into a look of concern. He hadn’t thought about his appearance, but after hours of practice along with running over 3 miles to your house he surely didn’t look good. Maybe that’s why all the fans hate him. He doesn’t look golden like Haechan, who appears as if he’s glowing everytime that he sweats, or as unbothered as Jeno and Jisung, who you can barely tell danced for hours beforehand.

Maybe he shouldn’t be in the group after all. He really doesn’t fit in.

“Is everything okay? Why aren’t you at the dorms?” Renjun smiled weakly at you, tears brimming in his eyes before walking past you into the bedroom, turning to face you as stray tears actually run down his face.

“I need you.”

After he told you what happened you were extremely tempted to go to their studio and give everybody a piece of your mind, anger flowing through you at the thought of anybody making Renjun feel as if he was anything less than your whole entire world. However, you knew that would reflect badly on Renjun and you’d never do anything that could hurt him. Instead you talked to the boys, who were also feeling the same way but they talked to Taeyong who was going to report the choreographer to the manager. Knowing that Taeyong was going to deal with it helped put your mind at ease. Even then you couldn’t relax fully until you had taken care of your pretty boy, especially with him begging you to dom him. How could you ever say no to that?

That’s how you got him like this, laid out all pliant for you to play with. Bruises covering the inside of his plush thighs, leading up to his pretty cock. Now you were working on his pecs, ghosting your breath over his nipples causing him to squirm underneath you, waiting until he begged before flicking your tongue over them, pinching his thigh when his back arched up to your touch. Drinking up all of the pretty noises that made, the quiet moans of your name as you sucked more bruises over his chest, leading them down over his stomach. Sitting on your heels you took in the sight before you, his hair plastered to his forehead, cock head an angry red now and steadily leaking pre cum, pooling on his lower stomach, right over a well placed hickey giving it a glossy sheen.

“You look so gorgeous baby. All laid out for me to use. Just like my little doll?” You wrapped your hand around his cock, jerking it slowly, pressing down on his hip to keep him still. A hiss left his mouth at the feeling of your dry hand dragging over his cock but combined with your warm mouth encasing his nipple he could sob from the pleasure.

“Mm-mommy please.” Releasing his nipple from your mouth you sat in between his legs, still stroking him slowly, watching as he bit his lip, trying to hide some of the moans that you were pulling out of him so easily.

“What does my pretty boy want? Mommy wants to give you whatever you want. You’re so good for me, how couldn’t I?” Your cooing sent Renjun over the end, shocking both you and him. His warm cum squirting out over your hand, covering your fingers and his stomach.

“Aw, did Mommy make you feel that good? You came so quickly. My pretty boy is so cute, so precious.” Renjun’s hips bucked into your hand as you continued to stroke him, causing a few tears to roll down his cheeks from overstimulation. Finally you released his softening cock, a whimper leaving Renjun as his hips bucked up once more before letting them rest against the now sweat soaked towel underneath him.

Placing two cum covered fingers to his lips you watched as they disappeared between his bruised lips, feeling his tongue swirl around them, cleaning all of his cum. Removing your fingers from his mouth you repeated the action until his stomach was mostly cleaned from his cum. With the last bit of cum you decided to have a little taste, moaning as you placed your fingers covered with his salty cum in your mouth before leaning down and connecting your lips, pushing the remainder of his cum back into his mouth.

Renjun’s arms wrapped around your neck, keeping you pressed against his chest as your tongues fought, mixing the cum with your spit before you finally pulled away, a trail of saliva mixed with cum spreading between your lips.

Settling back in between his legs, you rubbed your hands up his thighs. Admiring the now purple bruises that lined them, punctuated occasionally by a prominent bite mark, your teeth adorning the pretty, previously milky thighs. You gave Renjun a little break, after all this was all to treat him, not punish him.

“You never asked your question, baby. What do you want, you know I'll give you anything.”

“You.” You cooed at his cute answer, feeling a smile spread over your lips.

“You already have me pretty. I’m right here playing with my beautiful baby? Don’t you want me to do something specifically for you. I’ll do whatever you want, baby.” You cupped Renjun’s cheek, rubbing your thumb over his cheek which was steadily brightening again.

“If you don’t tell me, baby how can I give you what you want? Don’t you want me to please you? Mommy just wants to make you feel better.” Renjun poked his lips out in a pout, before his eyes moved, focusing on something behind you. Turning around you saw that he was looking at your dresser, a smirk tugging at your lips.

“You want me to peg you?” Renjun nodded quickly, eyes watering as if he was going to cry. “Then you have to ask properly, baby. You’ve had a really bad day and I don’t want to do anything that you’re uncomfortable with.”

“Can you please… peg me?” Renjun’s eyes seemed impossibly big, and scared as if he was worried that you’d say no. As if that was possible.

“Of course baby. Hands and knees so that I can open you up properly, ok?” You moved off the bed, stripping out of the shorts and bra you had one - an easy outfit to do chores in, an even easier to tease Renjun in - before pulling the lube and strap on from the top drawer. When you turned back you almost lost your breath, seeing your pretty boy on his hands and knees, back arched properly to show off his pretty pink hole. A sense of pride flooded through you, at the realization that he was all yours, and everybody who commented ill about him didn’t know what they were truly missing. Crawling back on the bed behind him you ran your hands over the inside of his thighs, listening to his breath hitch when you pressed down on his bruises. Uncapping the lube you poured some over your fingers, warming it up in your hands before squirting some directly onto his hole, watching it drip down over his balls. Scooping up some of the excess you rubbed your finger over his hole, laughing as he moaned unabashedly.

Teasing him you dipped your finger in shallowly, watching as the rings of muscles accepted you, almost sucking you in before pulling out causing him to let out a cry every time. Remembering why you were doing this you decided to stop teasing, pushing in your first finger all the way til the knuckle, watching his hole greedily sucked it in.

“God, every part of you is pretty Renjun.” As Renjun grabbed at the sheets weakly, you inserted your second finger, scissoring him open while purposely avoiding his prostate. “You're so quick to accept my fingers. And all these pretty moans you're letting out. Wish I could show everybody this part of you.” At the thought of that Renjun let out a whiny moan, attempting to fuck himself back onto your fingers. You stopped working him open, just watching as he weakly fucked himself onto your fingers, whining and whimpering. “I think you’d like that. If I recorded this, showing everybody just how pretty you are. Everybody would be jealous, seeing you fuck yourself on my fingers, so needy for whatever I give you. My perfect little doll. My Renjun always looks so pretty.”

Pulling your fingers out you ignored the whine Renjun let out, along with the urge to spend 30 more minutes working Renjun open, just to see how needy and desperate you could get for you. Pulling the strap on you tightened the straps, enjoying the slight power high you felt looking down at Renjun, still arched prettily but now thighs shaking from anticipation. Slathering the dildo with lube you stroked it a few times, warming up the lube slightly. Turning Renjun onto the back you pressed the tip against his hole, watching Renjun’s face contort into pleasure as you slowly pushed in.

Moments like these are magical. Watching as Renjun slowly relaxes before nodding his head, looking surprisingly innocent as his doe eyes stared up at you. Thrusting into Renjun, being able to see just how much pleasure you’re giving him, seeing his mouth dropping open as he continues to release sinful noises that were sure to get you a noise complaint, your hand moving to brush his hair out of his face so that you can see him better. Fucking Renjun was a privilege that you didn’t know how you earned it, but you would be damned if you ever took it for granted.

Renjun wrapped his arms around your neck, pulling you down so that your breasts were in front of his face before sucking your nipple into his mouth causing you to release a moan of your own.

“Fuck Junnie. Feels so good.” With Renjun’s tongue flicking over your nipple, his warm mouth encasing your hardening bud it got hard to focus on your thrusts, slowly becoming sloppier the harder that he sucked. Biting your lip you angled your thrusts upward, hitting Renjun’s prostate perfectly, which actually ruined the sweet night of love making you had planned. As the tip of your strap brushed his prostate Renjun jolted, accidentally nipping your nipple with his teeth as his nails dug into your back causing you to hiss.

“Junnie.” Your voice took on a scolding tone as you looked down at Renjun, eyes widened as he realized what he did, before taking on a cat-like appearance as he bit down again, a little harder, causing you to groan from the jolt of electricity rushing through you. You sat up, gripping his waist tightly before setting a pace, fucking into him brutally, ignoring the way that his hands grabbed onto your bicep, nails scratching lines that would surely hurt tomorrow.

“Tried to treat my baby well and he wanted to be a brat,” Smacking Renjun’s cock, as you quickened your pace, hips flush against his with every thrust, “Just a little brat who doesn’t deserve to be treated nicely. Maybe you shouldn’t even cum because of that stunt? I should just leave you hard, put a cock ring on you and leave you just like this.” Renjun shook his head, knowing that was an all too real punishment that you would give him. It took a great act of strength to remember why you were doing this. Lifting your hand up to his cheek you cupped it sweetly, contrasting the aggressive and brutal strokes you were giving him, abusing his prostate with every thrust.

Renjun’s whimpering only inspired you to go harder, listening to his moans as he begged you to let him cum. A luxury you didn’t want to indulge due to his nasty habit of biting.

“You close Junnie?” Renjun nodded his head, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried to fight his impending need to cum. “Beg and maybe I’ll let you cum.”

“P-please mommy, s’ sorry, need to cum.” Renjun sobs as your hand wraps around his sensitive cock, thumb rubbing over his dripping slit. “Sorry, need to cum, p-please mommy, I'll be good, s’good.”

Normally his begging wouldn’t be enough, you’d have made him kneel before him, forcing him to plead for any orgasm that he wanted, but since he’s had such a hard day you decided to go easy on him.

“Cum for me baby.” Renjun arched his back as he came, white cum squirting over his stomach as tears ran down his cheeks, sobbing as his thighs shook on either side of your waist. You continued to thrust into him, until his cock started to soften and his sobs turned into quite whimper. Cupping his cheek you wiped away his tears, pulling out gently so as to not overstimulate him. “Baby, are you okay?”

“Sticky.”

“Do you want to take a shower now or in the morning?”

“Morning.” Nodding your head you started to leave, trying to get a rag so that you could clean him but stopped as Renjun grabbed your hand.

“Can we cuddle? I’ll let you clean me later, I just really need you.” You wanted to tease Renjun, but seeing how hard his day was decided against and just crawled back onto the bed, smearing the cum on Renjun’s stomach as he cuddled up against you, placing his head on your chest. “Thank you. Sorry for being so needy, hearing everybody complain about me just hurt a lot. I’m sorry.”

“I’d do anything for you Junnie. Don't believe anything that they say, you’re perfect.” Renjun let out a sigh before closing his eyes as you placed a kiss on his forehead.

He needed to be cleaned, but who you are to deny your perfect boyfriend after sex cuddles.

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vinylhazza · 3 years

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For Keeps (G.D)

Summary: Jesse knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to say it, or rather demand it. Grayson, who carries respect and dignity like a shield of armor, walks the line of being the vanilla boyfriend he always thought she’d want, or the guy that listens to the devil on his shoulder and embellishes on the fantasies that won’t leave him alone every night. There is a first for everything, a time and place to try something -- or some one new. There is a chance to set the fire in motion. He might just take it.

Word Count: 4.9k

Warning: Strong sexual content, giving head, fingering, spitting, explicit language

There is a first for everything.

The first time you ride a bike, the first time you try your favorite food, the first time you win an award, the first time you hear your favorite song, the first time you talk to the person you’re meant to spend the rest of forever with, the first time you overcome your worst fear, the first time you read your favorite book, the first time you travel to a different country, the first time you have thoughts that should damn you for eternity and for some...there is even a first time for eating pussy.

It’s an embarrassment he’d never wanted anyone to discover let alone put to the test. Sure his friends had their time to talk about their extensive knowledge on female anatomy, but whenever the topic of him and Jesse doing anything outside the box he himself had placed them in, his lips were sealed. For one thing it wasn’t their business, for two he’s not entirely sure what he would say. He knew the time would come. He didn’t view their relationship like a race and he knew Jesse didn’t either. They’d been friends for too long and knew each other too well for him to base their relationship off of sex.

Grayson keeps his eyes glued to his hands holding Jesse’s hips tight -- unsure of what to do now that he’s got her beneath him and wanting him to have his way with her. He knows what he wants, but doubts that he has the courage to pursue it within him. He’d watch her with careful eyes as she peeled off each article of clothing before pulling him close by his belt loop and on to the bed to kiss her rough busy day away. A picnic was nice, but his complete and undivided attention was better. Even if his eyes trailing up and down every part of her body made her nervous.

He’d done plenty of things with his ex before Jesse, but none of those things had involved his lips and tongue anywhere beneath the waist. Not anything like he’s inevitably about to do.

“Cat caught your tongue?” Jesse had snickered minutes ago, a sly smirk lacing up her ruby red lips from so much kissing -- moment’s before he’d gotten them both all hot and bothered. He couldn’t help it when he was with her, his self control falters and he’s drunk off her touch once again, swimming in a pool of despair he can’t control. All he can think about is her. Wanting her. Needing her. Touching every single inch of her velvety skin. Wanting to do things to her. Wanting her to do things to him. Things he would blush at in the future.

Jesse was a woman with desires he’d only dreamed of women having. She was shy at times but the devil danced in her bright eyes. Grayson knew she wanted things she’d never had the guts to say out loud and things she only wanted from him alone. It all made him a fierce kind of nervous, but gave him an electrified thrill. A challenge for him to explore the workings of her body and all the ways he can make her more satisfied than she’s ever been. He didn’t plan on letting her go anytime soon - and if he wanted to do her right, he had to go outside of his comfort zone for her.

Knowing Jesse was more experienced did things to him that he couldn’t begin to hide -- but more than anything it made him jealous of every set of hands that had ever touched her skin before his. It made him reckless and competitive, focused and haughty. He was better than them, he could be better than them.

He could rapture her into a whirlwind of pleasure that would ruin her image of every man except him, wanting no one's mouth but his, daydream of no one’s lips but his own, beg for no one else’s touch, want no one else’s hands but the ones holding her now. It wasn’t about him, this wasn’t about his pleasure for once, it was truly all about her.

Pulling him back into the flames, he’s burning up under her intense stare, waiting for him to do something, do anything. Anything but watch her long enough to find something less than stellar, less than grand, less than exceptional. With her fears unfolding she pulls him down for a kiss of her own, a soft feather of a thing he can feel all the way to his toes. She’d always been good at that, giving him more to miss when she’s away. The way she hugs him close is one of those things.

Grayson fell hard into love—which wasn’t particularly unusual for the hopeless romantic he was, but he always knew Jesse was set apart from the seasonal heartthrobs. He was truly bewitched by her creativity, wanderlust, unapologetic confidence, patience, and beauty.

An enchantress she was, beautiful beyond anything he could ever deserve. Drop dead gorgeous with the personality to match, there wasn’t a head that didn’t turn when she walked into a room, not a man that didn’t fumble over their words at any opportunity to talk to her, not a woman who didn’t want to be her friend. Sure her beauty was undeniable, but her benevolent heart beat it all.

He may never know why Jesse had leaned in to kiss him seven months ago save for three days in a hidden corner in Café Verona -- a quaint treasure he’d always hold dear to his heart. Fairy lights criss-crossed along the ceiling, soft Jazz waltzing with the beat of his heart, emerald green leather bench pressing into his thighs. But he’s glad she did. He’s glad she leaned in to kiss him when he’d been building up the nerve for weeks. So afraid to go there but more afraid of not knowing what would happen if he didn’t. He’s glad she took his chin in between her fingers to hold him still enough to feel her lips press to his securely, a warmth swarming in his chest where the heart shaped hole once was.

If he flipped through the pages of his memory, he would remember a statue-like stillness about him before he sunk into her touch, caging her head in his large careful hands. Feeling the gasp she tried to hide, the smell of grapefruit shampoo and the way her flushed cheeks felt under his stroking thumbs. He would see himself fall into her, around her and through her, off the edge of the rocky cliff and into the dark blissful deep of nothing but her.

He’d be eternally grateful she looked at him with utmost sincerity and whispered with a raw kind of intensity that he’d “driven her mad you see” -- and he’d heard it then, the brittleness of her voice because fear rattles her to the core, and she had been scared out of her mind. A crack that tracked through her careful confession and to the root of him. Jesse was scared of what he meant, what he was in terms of her heart, what he could be if she continued to kiss him the way she was.

In that quiet moment he remembered what made her so deeply rooted in his heart: the laugh that rattled him, the soft smell of peaches and vanilla, the way she never drives without sunglasses because her mom who passed away much too early did the same, the dance she does when she finally eats the first bite of food after damn near breaking the world in half in hanger, the way she punches the roof of her car after making it through a yellow light because her best friend in high school did the same, the way she always turns her spoon upside down when eating ice cream, and the way she always has answers for everything no matter what topic, even the way she laughs entirely too hard at Family Feud.

For that reason alone he waited for the physical parts to come when they may. It was new and exciting sure, and he’d always loved her heart of course, but her body was uncharted territory. He was patient, yes. A gentleman guarding some assumed virtue, even if he knew better than to think she was anything but a seductress. Patient enough to tell her no when she’s had one too many drinks and not enough discipline. They’d been friends before anything else - the best of friends with a foundation of trust. He’s spent years trying to gain that trust and he vowed to keep it.

Of course he could have been that guy on many occasions: possessive, selfish, greedy and crude. He could have played his cards and dealt his dirty hand at the wrong moment and still pulled out ahead. I mean hell, how often do guys get out of the friend-zone? But he wasn’t that guy. No matter the relationship status — they weren’t ready.

They hadn’t been ready to cross that carefully drawn line in the sand, not until now. With the strawberry White Barn candle burning in the corner on the cluttered desk one could expect from a college student and a half full can of Arizona tea on the night stand...her face lit with a mystical kind of magic he’d only ever seen the day she leaned back after their first official kiss.

“Hold my hair.”

Grayson found the words slipping off his tongue easier than they’d come all night. All he’s planned on was a simple date in the park that was tucked away and secluded from all the people that could interrupt, he’d even brought her favorite book and laid back on a soft patch of grass to listen to her melodic voice read to him. He’d planned to come back and share a peck or two while watching a new episode of Daredevil and holding her through the night. She’d had a long day full of texts to him, trying to get him to give her the okay to walk out of her low-paying job and not look back. He never planned on laying her down on his bed and caressing every inch of her skin until he was finally delving into a place he’d never been quite like this.

He was nervous but he could do anything, be anything with her hand in his hair and her kind eyes watching him defile her. He just knew from this moment on he would have a reputation to uphold, as cocky as it sounded. He had to prove he wasn’t as lost as he felt. He felt like a virgin all over again, like he was doing something raw and real and scary. A secret only the wrinkled sheets would remind him of later.

Her touch, her soothing him through something that frightened him has always been a crutch for him to lean on. When he got in a fight with his brother, she was there to comb through his hair and talk him through the proper apology, when he decided to change majors and had a breakdown so crippling he couldn’t breathe she rocked him through it until his breath was even once again, when he wrecked his new car on the way home from a party he never should have been at she was right there to give him a kiss on the cheek and help him call the insurance company and his erratic mother who loved her like a daughter. She led him through the rough parts of life and then some.

He never imagined she would be leading him through something so sensual, but he needed her bringing him back to earth all the same.

Jesse obliged with a grin of her own, feeling him shuffle down to trail a string of kisses across her torso and down to the base of her need and desire. The fireball of want burned in her stomach, turning her rational thoughts brown and charred. He was good at that, making her need him fiercely. She’d never wanted anyone so much, and even if she thinks back to past flings - she’d never been satisfied like she was with Grayson, and they’d done much less.

“What are you thinking?” Jesse wonders, distracted by his soft supple lips and his nibbling at her hip, but wanting to hear the inner workings of his brain. Her fingers fidget, wanting to push him by his brown mop of hair down lower - just to feel him at last. She needed this distraction, she just needed his help to forget. Not that she hadn’t been waiting for months for this exact moment, there was just urgency in the way she’s stripped herself bare before him.

She almost expects him to wait for her direction, but jerks against him when he takes the lead all on his own. How could he not with her as his complete mercy, giving him the fuck me eyes and twisting a lock if hair around her finger?

Grayson thinks on that as he trails his mouth down, down, down to slick his tongue up the base of her, smirking to himself when she wiggles against him. “I’m thinking that I like you this way.”

The contact was a shock to her nervous system and a promise of what was soon to come if she kept tempting him the way she was. She was a heathen with angel eyes. Someone infatuated with his innocence (at least he was more innocent than she) and curiosity to learn every curve and dip of her body. He made her feel powerful, unstoppable, undeniable. She craved it as much as he craved her own lips tracking across his skin - in the heat of the moment or in the still of the night.

“Naked you mean?” She laughs then, trying to keep herself at least somewhat under control now that he’s grown some balls and taken the first step. She’s shocked momentarily that she didn’t have to practically order him into touching her.

She grips her breasts at another bold swipe of his tongue. Rolling her hardened nipples between her fingers and tensing at the sparks flying up her center. The feeling of him spreading her open, blowing against her throbbing clit is almost too much to bear. Jesse curses then, a soft “fuck” she tries to reel back before he gets too big of a head. She knows it fell on eager ears when he delivers another bold stripe of his tongue up her center -- slow and deliberate.

“Unguarded,” he finally grumbles, rubbing away the goosebumps that pepper her thighs. She thinks for a moment that she could gave turned off the ceiling fan circling over top of them, but feared she might burn up if it wasn’t for the white blades blowing on her crown of hair going every which way on the pillow.

She ignores how right he is - that she’s never been this vulnerable with him before, but instead rolls her eyelids shut to feel him really delve into her - opening his mouth and pressing his tongue to her flat. This is just what she needed, her favorite person trying something new and succeeding at it.

For someone that’s never given head, he was pulling it off. He was going to ruin her.

Glancing down at the yellow glow of the lamp illuminating the right side of his face, Jesse curled her fingers into his plush head of hair once again, somewhere between heaven and hell with no real knowledge of the difference.

She moans at his lips wrapping around her, the suction to her lower region and the way his thumbs dig into her skin to hold her in place. No running this time, she had no choice but to feel it all. This is what she wanted right?

“This feel okay?” he teases, tentatively trailing the tip of his tongue around the place she wanted most. He loved to see her eyes alight with that devilish incomprehensible lust. He was truly winging it, doing anything he’d heard from friends or watched himself late at night, anything to further her soft pants and moans tumbling out of her O shaped mouth. She was too good to be true and felt like one lucky bastard.

Nodding down to him she groans, wanting him latched to her. “M-more than okay just keep going.”

He never knew it could feel so pleasurable to be the giver and not the receiver nine times out of ten. He didn’t know how selfish he’d been and the opportunities he'd missed to feel compliant and...obedient. He liked it. He loved it. He loved the position he was in - her looking down at him like the goddess she was and always had been, him crouching down at the end of the bed to devour her in the best way he could, his hair disheveled, eyes dark with hunger, hands gripping her tight.

He lets instinct take the wheel, peppering kisses to her clit and bringing his own hand down to slip in a finger to add extra stimulation - pleased when Jesse releases another string of curses. Fowl language huh? Wonder what she’d do if he stopped-

“You’re such a dick-“ she tugs at his roots, rolling her hips into his mouth that savors her now, lips slick with her wetness. She tasted good, he’d concluded. It wasn’t anything like what he imagined it would be, no, it was better. It felt better than all of the horror stories he’d made up in his head. He’s sure if he wanted to - he could stay right down between her legs for hours -- until his lips were sore and his tongue tired. Stopping wasn’t an option. Not when she’s been waiting so long, fantasized too often. She huffs out again “Thought you’ve never done this before.”

That must be a good sign, right?

“Never,” he slurps at her, shaking his head and groaning into her core. He felt the slickness of her on his cheeks now. Bowing down to eat her out was harder than it looked, especially with back problems as it was.

Focused and drunk on Jesse’s gentle hip thrust into his mouth he hugs her thighs and stands upright, just off the edge of the bed, bringing her lower half up in the air with him. He can feel her trembling now, wide eyes gleaming at him with surprise and delight at the new and better position.

She was losing it. She’d had him compliant at first, her soft-hearted boyfriend trying something new...but damn he was tugging the ropes from between her fingers and leading her to a path less traveled. Quick learner he was.

“Grayson put me down! Have you lost your mind?” Jesse squealed, grinning at his closed eyes and moving lips, deaf to her antics. She was expected something quick, maybe even simple, but him switching up positions was not in the game plan as great as it was.

She could see it now, the guy that was always hiding just beneath the surface. She could see how her sounds urged him on and made him try harder. She could see his arms shaking from the weight of her legs and the effort it took to hold her pussy as close to him as he could. She could feel the heavy breath fanning out across her pelvis from his nose. She could feel the tickle of his hair dangling down and whispering across the skin of her stomach. She could feel that same ball of fire seated in her stomach slip lower and lower with each passing second - until the words that fell out of her mouth were nothing but strings of profanity would make a sinner blush.

It was going to sear her in half, that fucking ball of fire. Hot lava stirring up a flood she couldn’t stop. It was splitting her in half just as his digits were now, pumping into her hard and fast, curling at his knuckles. His rings gleam from the yellow lamp-light and shock her when they touch her dewy skin. She had lost all sense of control.

Hearing his own moans, hearing how desperate he was to keep eating her pussy and make her feel better than anyone had, got her inching towards the edge. It was a low kind of growl itching at his throat.

The taste of her blurred his senses, the soft smell of her making his mind spin out of control, the tightening walls of her cunt around his fingers fucking her fast, the light sheen of sweat that glowed in the dim light of his room - he was a madman with no direction but forward. He had to keep going, for stopping would surely break them both. He would love to tease her, but knew if he stopped one more time she would kill him in a heartbeat.

“Open your fucking eyes and watch me.” He barked down to her, stopping only for a moment to glare at her. His fingers continued their fast paced in and out, in and out, in and out.

He’d figured if he was going to take it all the way, he needed to pull every string. Needed to pull out the nasty daydreams and make them a reality. This is something he would have for keeps. Something he’d want to do over and over, something he couldn’t wait to do again. Something he’d want to remember.

Peeling her eyes open she sobbed at the sight of him spitting into her pussy with a smile, staring at her darkly. Light eyes blacked into pits he ruined her through and through. He had to be lying, he just had to be.

“Fast learner,” Grayson sneers, leaning forward to smear his saliva around her slick folds, arms circling her midsection to hold her close again.

“ Fuckfuckfuckfuck- keep fu- keep going!” Jesse begs, barely holding on to the light threatening to slip away into the fire burning her up. “Doing so good Gray, so fucking good.”

She had discovered soon in the relationship and the minimal sexual acts they’d indulged in that Grayson was a man that adored praise. He wanted someone to tell him how good he was doing, even if he already knew it. He wanted someone to look him in the eyes just as she was doing now and watch him succeed. He wanted complete undivided attention, verbal acknowledgment.

He sucked at her still, sliding his tongue into her quickly then — remembering someone in a poorly shot amateur porn video did the same to the tatted up blonde he was practically fucking to death, and hoped it would have the same effect on his beautiful princess begging for him to keep going. He kept note while he watched the video, knowing one day he would be standing where he is now relishing in the gold mine that belonged to him. He fucker her with his tongue, humming into her cunt for the added stimulation.

Fuck all she was the end of him. “Pretty pussy all wet for me, yeah? Want to cum? Bet you doubt me huh? Thought I wouldn’t do you right…”

He chucked at the vigorous nodding of her head, the eyes rolling in the back of her head, the hand that leaves his hip to pull at her own hair. Her eyes squeezing shut in panic now that she feels the tip of the iceberg coming up fast.

“Don’t even know how crazy you drive me, how long I’ve wanted to do this to you.”

Hearing him admit it only made her thighs quiver against his strong arms, only made her want more, made her creep dangerously close to the edge she was for once in her life afraid to fall off of. The crash into the sea would be the biggest shock she’s ever had. Jesse tried to focus on her breathing, trading the heaving for squealing when he dipped his tongue in her entrance to give her something to fantasize about. She’d never had someone tongue fuck her, let alone stair into her soul while they did it.

Fuck he was good. Too fucking good.

“Baby you have t-to slow down,” she warns, the big splash terrifying and so close. He was a wicked man for doing just the opposite, spreading her legs wider and shaking his head against her again, eyes squeezed shut like he knew what would happen in only a few seconds.

“Grayson step back,” she tried to warn more firmly, afraid of the unfamiliar feeling of something new about to happen, embarrassed already but too worked up to stop it. “Shit - Grayson step back!”

And there it was, the strongest orgasm she’d ever had and certainly the wettest. Her release soaked the bed beneath, sheets spotted with her arousal and breath stolen from her lungs. She’s not sure when Grayson had dropped her, or whether her convulsing body wiggled out of his grasp during the black out she’d just had. She was spread on the bed in her own mess, her chest flushed, damp hair stuck to her forehead in waves, vision blurred, eyelids drooping in exhaustion, hand somehow in Graysons.

He’s there then. He’s everywhere and nowhere all at once, his hand a ghost on her forehead brushing away those tendrils of hair, his thumb rubbing over her knuckles with tender care, his lips smoothing the furrow of her brows. Grayson is lifting her without a word, caging her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, and smoothing her head against his chest to feel the weight of her there - just to feel the heat of her consume him.

“Holy fuck,” she breathes, spent.

“I hope it wasn’t too much,” he whispers into her hair, hand smoothing over the locks while rocking her around the room, mind racing with every image of what he’d just done and the feeling of complete bliss flooding his body.

He’s almost worried she fell asleep in his arms until he feels the shaking he can only assume is laughter, before she’s hugging him tighter. “Idiot. I can’t believe you’ve never done that. And I can’t believe I’m this tired. Feel like a rookie.”

“Guess I passed the test then?”

“Flying colors.”

Jesse nuzzles in as far as she can, tucking in her arms against his chest and letting the state of Nirvana wash over her. With a sigh Jesse thinks over the shocking events of her boyfriend being 100% nastier than she’d initially thought — not that she’s complaining.

She barely remembers Grayson running a bath, or setting her in the steaming tub with a kiss, or waiting for him to strip the bed with a giddiness sitting in his chest at all that they’d done, barely remembers him joining her in the tub and catching soap in the calm of his hand to smith the suds over her post-sex body. That’s the only way she would describe herself in the moment, her skin felt sensitive to the touch, sparks still shooting through her with the feeling of his hands on her.

What Jesse does remember is laying with Grayson in a bed freshly made, arm draped over his stomach, head resting against his arm, lips peppering kisses against his chest randomly through-out the night. She remembers the feeling of adoration and understanding. What they’d done was both the most foul thing she’d ever done, but also the most liberating and beautiful experience. To lose yourself in another person in such a way that you’re utterly consumed by them was...foreign to the pair laying together in the still of the night.

Jesse waited until Grayson was softly snoring until she said the only thing she’d never had the guts to tell him in the months they’d been dating. He’d been waiting on it patiently. It was different between friends, but it meant so much more when you don't want to say it to anyone else for the rest of your life. The moment she says it, she can’t ever take it back. Maybe that’s why she chooses the early hours of the morning to lean in and press her lips against his feather soft, blinking back the mist clouding her vision.

“Don’t know if you could tell...but I'm kind of in love with you...so just be patient with me please I’m trying for you.”

Maybe she would get the guts one day to say the words while he’s awake, maybe face to face or with the lights off because she has some kind of comfort in the dark, or maybe it would slip out on accident. In any way that it happens, she hopes he will smile. She hopes that he knows how insanely incandescently happy he makes her each and every day, and how honored she feels that she got to experience another first with him.She hopes he will be comforted that his feelings are 100% reciprocated. She hopes that she gets to see that beautiful smile he wears on special occasions -- the true smile that he doesn't show too often. For now she presses her lips to his once again, smiling softly as the slow ride and fall of his chest, arm holding her close, the ring she won him out of a shitty machine in the corner of a tattoo shop he’d stopped into on a whim secured on a thin chain around his neck, and the fluttering of his eyelashes while he dreamed.

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mxchellesworld · 3 years

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swim

Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings; smut, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, degradation, light choking, creampies, slight thigh riding

Synopsis; during a night out with your friends you spot a tall man in a dark suit with an even darker look in his eyes

a/n; this is literally just smut with very little plot lmaoo uhh i’ve been struggling in my smut writing/writing in general so here’s this, hope its not completely trash and you enjoy!

fic inspired by swim by chase atlantic, bc god knows i can't write anything original sdhfdh

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It was 10 o’clock when your girlfriends rounded you up for a night out, hopefully full of sweet drinks and good company. By 11:30 you were happily buzzed and the feelings of warm bodies around you brought a heat to your lower stomach. Maybe tonight you’d go home with someone, wake up the next morning with that delicious sense of soreness between your legs. The only task at hand was finding a companion.

Once the current song ended you walked over to the bar grabbing a water and taking a seat next to your friends.

“How are the prospects lookin tonight y/n/n?” Jessica, the short brunette you’d known for years asked. Being around her had rubbed some of her boldness onto you. Hopefully that could make an appearance tonight.

“No luck so far,” you sighed “but my eyes are wide open.” You brought the straw to your lips, gulping down the cool water as you looked around the dimly lit room.

“Woah check out suit and tie over there. He’s been checking you out for a while,” chimed Erika. While she has happily taken, that didn’t stop her from going out with you guys and pushing you into random laps.

You looked up to see the darkest pair of brown eyes on yours. Maybe it was the lighting but here was something in them. Lust perhaps? His eyes travelled down your frame as you stood up. The tight lilac dress you had on hugging each of your curves perfectly.

"I'm gonna get some air, let me know if you guys wanna head out," you said never letting your eyes drift away from the handsome stranger a few feet away.

Once outside you let your back hit the brick wall. The music from the building could be felt vibrating through the cracks. You looked up seeing the stars barley visible through the city lights.

"Contrary to popular belief you can never see millions of stars, they simply aren't close and bright enough. On a really exceptional night, with no moon and far from any source of lights, a person with very good eyesight may be able to see 2000-2500 stars at any one time."

You turned to see the same man from inside. He was gorgeous, a light stubble grazing his cheeks, long hair falling past his ears. He was a lot taller than you had thought probably taller than 6'0 but all that made you think about was him towering over you.

"Did you make that up off the top of your head? Or do you approach all your conquests with astronomy facts?"

"That depends do you usually let strange men corner you behind bars or am I just special?" he said walking closer to where you stood.

"Touche Mr."

"Doctor actually."

There was a brief pause where you both let out a giggle. The dark eyes from before seemed lighter and you cold almost make out a blush on his cheeks. The lack of alcohol on his breath told you it was from the conversation, though there was nothing to be flushed about yet.

“But seriously a pretty girl walking out to a back alley late at night is just a recipe for disaster,” he finished scanning both ends.

“Well do you plan on hurting me doctor?" you said coyly. You did you best to flutter your lashes looking up at him.

"Is that what you want?" he said letting one of his hands tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear. That same hand ended up resting loosely around you neck making you gulp.

"Yes," you breathed out, "please doctor."

He wasted no time in crashing his lips to yours. You moaned into his mouth as he slid his thigh in between your own. His unoccupied hand went down to your hip, slowly guiding the pace of your frantic rutting.

Your lips parted as your head tilted back onto the brick wall. A symphony of whimpers leaving your mouth.

"Look how desperate you are for me. I haven't even done anything and you're already such a mess," he said leaving wet kisses, cooling on your scorching neck.

"Oh fuck doctor," you said clinging onto his arms, "need y'to fuck."

The power he had over you turned your brain to mush. It was sad how quickly he had you melted in the palm of hand without even doing much but kissing. At this point you didn't even care. The only thought swimming in your head was having him inside you.

A pout formed on your lips as his hands dropped from your frame. However it was quickly wiped away as you heard the familiar sound of a belt unbuckling.

"Is this what you needed baby? You need my cock to stretch you out?" he said pulling your hips closer to his.

You looked up at him for permission before you reached forward to pump your hand along his shaft. He lifted your right leg, hooking it over his arm as he pulled the thin material separating the both of you to the side.

Guiding his length to your glistening folds was a sight you'd want engraved in your brain forever. The first intrusion of his fat tip in your tight hole had you mewling a mix of curses and his title.

All you could do was wrap your arms around his neck and hold on for dear life as his thrusts gained speed. The sound of your skin slapping luckily wouldn't have been heard through the door with the loud music playing inside. But anyone who walked by the alley or decided it was time for a breath of air would surly be in for a show.

"Fuck you're such a good little whore for me," he said gruffly against the skin of your shoulder, "letting me fuck you out here where anyone could see."

Your pussy clenched at his words and your moans amplified as he continued to pound into you. The curve of his cock hitting the spot inside of you that had you seeing all the stars in the sky contrary to what he said before.

"More doctor! Please wanna cum," you whined.

He made a noise of disapproval before pushing you back farther into the wall. At this point you and the red bricks were one. You were sure to have crescent marks on how hard he was holding up your thigh.

"Greedy little whore aren't you," he gritted out, "You take whatever I wanna give you."

"Please I need it! Need t'cum please please please," you rushed out bucking your hips to meet each one of his thrusts.

His hold on your hip got tighter as he started drilling into you. You could feel his heavy breathes on your shoulder and the way his cock was throbbing inside you ready to fill you up.

Your mind was dizzy. It felt like you were in a bubble of him, the scent of his cologne trapped in your senses. Your nerves were on fire, any pressure on your neglected bud would be sure to set you off.

It was as if the gods had answered your prayers when he spoke, "I can feel you clenching around me baby. Go ahead and touch yourself for me," he rasped out.

Reaching between yourself you felt the slippery mess where you both connected and started rubbing at your stiff clit. Your fingers sent lighting strikes through your body, breaking the damn that was building in your lower tummy.

"Gonna cum! I'm oh god cumming doctor," you all but yelled out. If people walking around the corner were unaware of the spectacle they sure would be now.

"That's it.. such a good girl."

Your arms around his neck let up as you pulled him in for a sloppy kiss. His lips swallowing the moans you let out as he helped you ride out your orgasm.

"Where do you want-," he tried to speak out but you cut him off.

"Inside," you begged, "Need to feel you cum inside." His thrusts turned frantic as you spoke against his lips. Pleading for hum to fill you to the brim with his seed.

You sighed as you finally felt the warm liquid coat your walls, his thrusts continuing to pump into you.

He pulled out stepping back to watch the creamy mess spill down your center before be swiped it away with his fingers, bringing them up to your awaiting mouth.

Happily you took his fingers in your mouth, moaning around them at the salty taste of your mixed release. You looked up at him keeping your gaze on the sliver of brown around his dilated pupils.

Walking back into the bar Jessica and Erika's eyes nearly popped out of their heads as they took in the limp in your walk and your disheveled hair.

"You whore!," Erika screamed out greeting you with pats on the shoulder.

"Shut up," you said looking down feeling the heat rising to your cheeks.

Jessica giggled handing you her compact mirror, "Yeah I bet we're not the only ones who called her that," she finished with a raise of her brow.

Looking back up across the bar you saw the same dark eyes from before staring at you with a smug smile, proud how much of mess he left you in. If the little business card tucked in your bra told you anything, it was that the stunt from outside would be far from the last.

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survival

Sebastian Stan, Tom Hiddleston and Chris Evans x reader platonic

Warning: angst!!! Mention of readers death but she’s not actually dead. Terrorist attack? Stabbing, Anxiety, language, lots of injuries but after that a lot of fluff as the boys take care of her

Words: 3K

A/N: this came up because of the song Survivor by 2WEI. Idk I just wanted to get this out of my head. I absolutely don’t mean any harm or want to offend anyone. If I do please tell me because I’m very sorry then!

You were in your hotel room. You visited your friend Sebastian, Tom and Chris. You became friends because you photographed them since you were a photographer you were actually friends with the whole Marvel cast but mostly closer to the three boys. You were supposed to hang out tonight but plans changed….. you texted them that everything was ready and they told you in the group chat that they were on their way. You wanted to respond but all of a sudden you heard a loud bang followed with a couple more.

It was too loud to be a gunshot. You quickly got up and looked out of the door. Other people were running down the hallway. What happened? You asked someone who was running by. “We don’t know but they said it was a terrorist attack.” The men told you and run away when another bang was heard. There was smoke everywhere and everything went by so fast. You tried the exit but it was locked. And of course it was just your luck that you were on the highest floor of the hotel.

You didn’t saw anyone anymore. You started to panic and ran down the stairs but obviously that took a little while but adrenaline rushed through your veins. You saw a fire on the fourth floor. You got your scarf and wrapped it around your face, except your eyes, so there would be minimum smoke in your lungs and for the fire. Luckily for you a lot of friends of your mom were firefighters so you kind off knew what to do. You ran downstairs but on every floor you called if someone was there who needed help. On the second floor you heard someone scream for help. You quickly ran to the person and helped them up. All the power in the hotel was out so you used your flashlight on your phone. The fire illuminated on your faces. How many stairs you took down how hotter it got.

You helped three people out yet. And one was hanging onto you because the woman couldn’t walk. You all made your way downstairs and finally got to the main floor. You passed the woman over to the men that was walking with you. You almost made it out until you heard someone screaming. You turned around and saw a man underneath some obstacles so he couldn’t get out. “bring her outside” I told them and they quickly made their way. I ran over to the men and tilted the beams off of him. you put his arm around your shoulder and got him up on his feet while you supported him. You were the only one left in the hotel and you knew you both had to get out there quickly. The whole hotel was ruined and in flames. You made it to the door.

Boys Pov

We made it to the hotel and to our shock it was up in flames. “Where is Y/N??” Sebastian said while looking around in panic. There were photographers around taking pictures, people crying, firefighters, ambulance and police everywhere. “I don’t see her” Tom said while getting panicked as well. “she has to be here somewhere” Chris said. “Well, call her then!” Sebastian said feeling frustrated and scared. They made their way were the firefighters were. Tom tried calling you but got no answer. “she isn’t picking up.” “Where the fuck is she???” Chris said angry. They tried to look around but then they saw two persons coming out of the hotel. “you have got to be kidding me right now!” Sebastian said frustrated. “okay well, at least she’s out” Chris said. They all took a breather. “Is that Y/N?” they heard one of the firefighters say. They looked at each other in surprise. “God fucking dammit Y/N” they heard a other firefighter say. “you know Y/N?” Chris asked them. “yes she’s our girl. We’ve known her since she was a little girl.” The other one said. “we could’ve known she would do this we just didn’t know she was inside.” They all got ready to help you. A police officer came insight. “we still haven’t found the people who’ve done this but we believe there is still one inside” the officer said. They all looked your way with scared faces “oh god” Tom said barrable. “do something!” Chris yelled angry. “we can’t. we don’t know if he’s armed. We could risk her life then” one of the firefighter said. They all looked scared at you.

Your pov

You didn’t notice so many people or even the boys. You were too busy to help yourself and the men. He suddenly stepped in front of you. You looked confused at him. he held you by your shoulders for support. At least that’s what you thought. “oh my, you really have a good heart. Too good for your own will. The men said and you puzzled it together but before you could do anything the men stabbed you and pushed you back inside of the hotel. You fell really hard on a beam. You heard something in your back crack. You let out a whimper and you couldn’t move it hurts too much. Your breath became rapid. You looked up and saw a couple of firefighters run towards the hotel but more beams fell in front of the door and one on your leg. You led out a loud scream.

Third person pov

They saw the men stab you. They were all in shock and after that the men pushed you inside again. They wanted to run towards you but they got stopped by the police. They saw the firefighters ran towards you but then the beams fell. They heard you scream and it went through their bones. Tears fell on their cheek. Chris fell onto his knees.

Your Pov

The smoke and fire got worse. “Okay I have to get out of here. This is not going to happen” you said to yourself. You tried to lift up the beam and you heard the firefighters scream for you but everything sounded muffled and you heard a loud ringing in your ears. You couldn’t talk. You were in shock. You finally moved the beam with a lot of pain. Suddenly adrenaline flooded through your body and you didn’t feel the pain anymore only the sting of your leg. You got hardly up. You looked around and thought about the kitchen. You stumbled over to the kitchen and saw the exit door. “please, please, please be open” you prayed. You got to the door and it was open. Tears of relief streamed down but you knew you weren’t there yet. You stumbled out and all of a sudden there was a big explosion. You flew through the small alley and fell to the ground almost knocking you out but you used all your energy to keep going. “almost, keep going” you said out loud.

Third person pov

There it was a big explosion. The firefighters flew backwards on the ground. Chris put his head between his knees sobbing. Sebastian and Tom fell on their knees. Tears falling. Tom put his hands on his head out of disbelief. Sebastian hid his face in his hands towards the ground. It was like time stopped and everyone around them was in slow motion. After a couple of minutes the firefighters came back looking defeated. Sebastian stood up he couldn’t believe it he refused to. “Isn’t there a way that she survived?” he asked on of the firefighter who knew you. The firefighter had tears in his eyes “oh I’m sorry didn’t you see the explosion?” he asked Sebastian sarcastically and angry. “there is no way anyone would have survived an explosion like that! So no!” he screamed at Sebastian.

Sebastian looked at the hotel what was now fully covered in flames. “hey someone is over there!” one of the officers yelled. Everyone looked at the alley. They saw you stumble to them. “oh my god, she’s alive” Tom said in disbelieve. The firefighters came running towards you as well Tom, Sebastian and Chris.

Your Pov

When you knew people saw you for help you fell to the ground. One of the firefighters you knew took off his helmed. “hey kid, you’re okay. We’re gonna get you some help okay? You need to keep holding on okay?” he said and you nodded. Tears were streaming down your face. He called for the medics. You saw Chris, Tom and Sebastian running towards you. Tom on one side and Sebastian on the other as they held your hand. Tom wiped away his tears only to be replaced with new ones. “hey darling, just hold on okay? We’re not going to leave your side. we’re here now.” Tom said. You felt yourself get tired as you saw the medics running towards you. “doll please stay awake” Sebastian begged you as his hand cupped your face. “we need you, please Y/N” Chris said but everything went black.

You heard beeping and a pang of pain through your body. You groaned and you felt someone holding your hand tighter. “Y/N, doll?” you could pick that voice out of millions. “Seba?” you asked but more said. You slowly opened your eyes and the first thing you saw was his face. He smiled at you and cupped your face. “my god Y/N, we thought we lost you. Please don’t ever do that again okay?” you smiled sadly and just nodded. Tom walked in and saw you were awake. “oh love,” he said walking faster towards you. “how are you feeling?” he asked you “I’m in a lot of pain” you told him. he kissed the top of your head. “did you call the nurses yet?” he asked Sebastian. “I’m going to do that now” he said and made his way towards the nurses.

“your going to be okay, love. We’re going to take care of you okay? No need to worry. We love you so much” he told you as his thumb caressed your cheek. Chris made his way in as well and told you the same Tom told you. They told what kind of injuries you head and how to treat them but for now you needed rest and meds. You could go home in two days if everything went alright. The boys never left your side. one day Tom stayed with you and in the night Sebastian was there and in the morning Chris. They all took turns to take care of you. It was night time and Sebastian swayed in.

“hello gorgeous” he said with a smirk what made you blush a little. He had a basket with stuff with him. he held up his computer up. “Netflix. You can choose” you giggled a little. Are you sure about that Stan? He smirked “everything for my favorite lady” he said with a wink which made you blush and roll your eyes. he said down in the chair and gave you the computer. You searched through the movies. You saw bridget jones diary and you looked at Sebastian. He rolled his eyes “really?” he asked and you just smirked “you said I could choose” he groaned a little put he actually didn’t mind at all but he wouldn’t admit it. “fine but you don’t tell the others!” you grinned. You played the movie and he watched you more than the movie. “Seba, you’re staring at me for the past 10 minutes now” you said. He cleared his throat. “I’m sorry” he said softly. You looked at him. “Can you lay next to me?” he looked at you kind off surprised, “of course darling” he said sweetly. You moved a little bit and groaned of the pain which made him look up fast. “it’s okay, I’m okay” you told him. he just nodded and crawled careful in the hospital bed with you. He put his arm behind your head so you can rest on his shoulder. You carefully moved so you could cuddle with Sebastian. At first he didn’t know how to behave but he couldn’t deny he loved this. He started to play with your hair and you both watched the movie until you fell asleep.

When you woke up you were still in Sebastian’s arms. He was still asleep and Chris walked in with flowers. He was surprised to see you and Sebastian like that but he just smiled and winked at you. “how are you feeling today sweetheart” he asked you “not much better but I believe that’s going to take a while. And to be honest with you, I’m scared” you told Chris honestly while he looked concerned at you. “I get scared by every hard noise I hear. I see the men in my dreams, I have nightmares and my anxiety….. it’s just hard” you told him truthfully while trying to hold back the tears but failing miserably. Sebastian woke up and heard what you told Chris. He softly went with his hand through your hair to calm you down a bit. Tom came in as well as he heard everything. “we will never let anything happen to you again Y/N. I promise that” he stood up and wiped the tears away and gave you a kiss on the top of your head.

When Sebastian and Chris left Tom started to read to you. Your anxiety got worse through the day as you started to get a panic attack. You couldn’t contain and control your breath. Tom called the nurses and gave you some calming meds. “I’ll get you some chamomile tea, sweetheart” one of the nurses said. Tom held your hand and gave kisses on top of your hand. He talked to you and started to tell you some funny stories. It helped you and you started to laugh again when you got calmer.

After two day’s you were allowed to go home. Chris helped you get out of bed and gave you the crutches. When you got outside there was paparazzi everywhere and they wanted to know your story. You just looked down as panic started to rise again. You looked at Chris a little panicky. Security made way through the people to get you too your car safely. You saw the firefighters helping all of a sudden. When you were all out of the way from people one of the firefighters walked towards you. “Hey kid” he smiled at you. “hey” you said with a smirk. “you’re a hero you know that? You helped people out of that building. If you didn’t they wouldn’t have survived that. You always surprise me Y/L/N.” you started to blush. But his face turned seriously. “But don’t you dare to ever do something like that again. When something happens you get out, you hear me?” you knew he would give you shit someday. “can’t do that. I learned from the best ya know” you told him. he gave you a smile and hugged you “I know. I’m sorry. We just love you very much” you nodded “I love you too” and with that you made your way to the set where they were filming the avengers.

The trailers of the boys were there and they decided that you would stay there with them. The trailers were big enough and RDJ already proposed that if you wanted to get a bath you could in his trailer. You decided to stay with Sebastian but you couldn’t help to feel guilty but the boys would quickly change your mind on that. They really insisted on it. When you arrived on set the whole crew was standing there and they were all clapping for you. They all gave you hugs and told you sweet things Scarlett told you that if you got tired from the boys ,like she sometimes got, you would have a girls night. You told her that you loved that idea. Tom got some of your stuff. While Sebastian helped you lay down on the comfortable couch. there was a big screen in front of you. This trailer made you feel like you were living in a trailer. It was very luxuries. Chris got you something to drink.

It made your heart warm up from all the love and care you received. You couldn’t wish for better friends. It started to get late. They all gave you the tv remote. You decided on Y/F/M ( your favorite movie). They didn’t even groaned at your choice. The couch was a sort of bed. Like you could pull it out and then you would have a bed. But it wasn’t like a bed for two persons it was like a huge couch so you laid against Sebastian and Tom at the same time and now and then Chris and Tom would switch around when the other would get some drinks. After that they would bicker because the other person stole their place and would be cuddled up against you. It made you smile and giggle every time. You believed that they would do it on purpose just so they would see you laugh. Sebastian would just play with your hair as he held you close and smile when you did and just looked at you with love in his eyes and would place kisses on your head.

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hoseokisgucci · 4 years

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You Lift Me Up

GENRE: Fluff and Smut

WORD COUNT: 5K

PAIRING: Taehyung x Reader

SUMMARY: Taetae here sees OC at the gym, one day helps her out a little when she gets injured and somehow ends up in her bed.

WARNING: Tbh there’s some oral in there (fem receiving), some body worship, a lil of undiscovered kinks showing a sneak peek, penetrative sex, a little dialogue heavy, Taehyung being softboi max.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I originally uploaded this without the smut, but then deleted it, and now I’m putting it up again because I finally got around to finishing it. I definitely wanted to write something gym related because its my safe space but I really also wanted to make it soft because IM AN IDIOT FOR PEOPLE FALLING IN LOVE/FINDING THEIR PEOPLE.

“How different would it be anyways? I’ll just ask someone for help if I need it. It’s not like I’ll be abandoned by everyone just because I don’t have a partner.”

“Hey! We didn’t abandon you!! We have exams. Our university made you lonely, not us.” Your friend squawked over the phone.

Taking advantage of this new found chink in her armor, you added, “Yes. An institution is more important than I am. I see how it is. Hungry, partner-less and overcome with despair. That’s my life now.”

She huffed, and you could just imagine her shaking her head at you. “You’re a heathen. I’ll buy you food. Now bye. Duty calls.”

You laughed out an affirmative and slid the phone into the side pocket of your gym bag. The university gym was located close to your dorms, which made it easier for you to haul your ass to the gym even on your lazy days. You were already wondering what it would be like without a partner. You always had friends with you at the gym, be it one or two. You never had to worry about spotting or support ever before, but now these questions crossed your mind. Scenarios where you dropped a dumbbell on your toe or worse, your face flashed before your eyes. You shuddered when a haunting crack resounded in your ears, the sound reminding you to be wary of heavy lifting while you were on your own.

Getting started on your workout was easy enough. A little warmup here, a bit of running and cycling there. The music pumping through your ears helped you keep up the pace as you cycled, body starting to sweat, lips mouthing the words of the song playing through your earphones. When you hit the 15-minute mark, you figured it would be alright to cycle for 5 more minutes.

Just as the song changed, and you looked down to check if the lever for your seat was proper, your heart came up to your throat as someone tapped you. With your hand over your heart, legs coming to a stop, you turned to see the most gorgeous man ever. Scratch that. The most gorgeous being ever.

Lost in your head, you only came to when you realized that his lips were supposed to be forming coherent sentences. That were aimed at you. Raising your hand, your palm faced towards him, you said, “Wait, I can’t hear you.” His lips grimaced, as if embarrassed and he nodded his head. When you turned off your music, paused your timer and turned to look at him, torso twisting in his direction, his eyes quickly snapped to yours, as if he wasn’t just checking out the swell of your ass perched on the tiny cycle seat. You raised your brows at him, which probably kickstarted his brain again. He gulped and said,

“How long will you take?”

You were about to retort and tell him that there were other cycles too, but when you turned the other way, you saw that all of them were occupied.

“Maybe around 4 more minutes.” He nodded in response, gave a quick smile, and when he was about to turn away, you tapped his hand, grabbing his attention once more. You didn’t know why you felt good, having those eyes on you. You were probably going crazy, you imagination making you see the electricity in them.

Rethinking about your situation, you said, “Actually, I’ll get off. I was just going to do some extra cycling, but you can get started.”

He shook his head, curly hair bouncing around as he said, “No no, please take your time. I’ll just stretch some while you’re getting done.”

You nodded your head and smiled at him, hoping that he could understand how grateful you were. You got back to cycling, starting up the movement of your legs once again. Without the music to keep you occupied your eyes wandered to the mirror in front of you. As you scanned your surroundings, you noticed the guy from before, stretching his arms, gazed fixed on your form. The intensity with which he kept looking at you almost made your legs flounder, but you concentrated on maintaining your momentum.

Sighing inwardly, your eyes moved backed to him. He hadn’t noticed you looking at him, because he wasn’t focused on your face, but rather your ass. Wanting to add fuel to the fire, you stuck your ass out a little more and arched your back a little more, making your body look a little more tantalizing. As you did this, you could see his eyes widen a little, hands now hanging limp. You discreetly kept looking at him, and could see him scan your form, his gaze focusing on your face. You cycled a bit more aggressively, the motion moving you from side to side.

If he was watching, you might as well give him a good show. When you eyed him again, he was bent over, legs spread wide, hands touching the ground, stretching. But his eyes, they didn’t leave you, or rather, your butt, even once.

Your timer beeped, signaling the end of your 20 minutes. You slowed down your legs and sat there, catching your breath. When you looked at yourself in the mirror, your cheeks were flushed, sweat dotting your forehead and your face glistened. You looked thoroughly wrecked. He was still looking at you. You got off the cycle, walked to him and said, “Its all yours.”

He nodded, and you walked away. You breezed through the rest of the workout, mind occupied with thoughts of big hands and one beautiful man.

Through the next week, you kept seeing him at the gym, on a machine or doing a rep. You weren't ignoring him, per se, but what the hell would you go and say to him? "Hey I think you're pretty hot, come over and choke me?"

Definitely not.

A week without a partner goes by with no problems, but its like your beginner luck in the world of solo exercising has run out when you lose your balance while doing weighted squats. Even before starting the set, you were a bit worried, because the rod itself weighed 32 kgs, and you had added plates of 10 kgs. You never imagined that you'd get injured at the gym out of all places but, alas! Your time had come. When you felt that you had no control over the bar and your body anymore, you tried to brace yourself for impact, but two hands lifted the bar off of your shoulders, which allowed your body to gain some balance. When you looked at the mirror, you saw cycle dude holding the bar in his hands. You quickly turned around and helped him rack it.

With frantic eyes, he scans your body for any apparent injuries and asks,

"Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?"

"Uh no, I don’t think so. Just that, my knee might be a little sprained."

His eyes focus on your knee, hands out in front of him, ready to support you. You start walking, but you can feel a slight tinge in your right knee when you put pressure on it. The discomfort might show on your face, because he wraps your arm around his shoulder, and urges you to put your weight on him. He walks you to the bench and sits you down, your leg extended in front of you.

Squatting near your leg, fingers brushing the hair our of his eyes and off of his forehead, he asks,

"Can you call someone to take you home?"

You take a minute to think if there's anyone who actually could take you home at this moment. And you come up with no one. You tell him so.

Tentatively, eyes now darting here and there, he says

"Uh, would you mind if I dropped you off?"

You blurt out, "Why?"

"Huh?"

"Why would you do that? You don't even know me."

"Well I, uh, might have a small crush on you. Not in a creepy way! I just think you're kinda cute. And I would feel better if I knew you'd get home safely."

Welp. That's kinda endearing.

"Okay. Let's go."

He asks for your locker number, goes and gets both of your bags and comes to get you. For a few minutes, you walk with your arm around his

shoulder, half of your weight held up by him. Your pace is probably slower than a snail, what with you trying to clumsily hop and him trying to support you. He stops and says,

"Okay, let's get you on my back. You can point in what direction you wanna go and I'll carry you. It'll be faster and way better for you."

You try to protest but he's already hanging both of your bags around his neck and getting on his haunches in front of you, hands ready to hold your legs. So you climb on.

As he starts walking, he says,

"I'm Taehyung by the way, your beloved servant."

"Well, my dear servant, you shall call me princess then," you cheekily reply as you tighten your hold around his neck.

He laughs and shakes his head, huffing out, "Wow, the audacity."

"I'm sorry. Thank you so much, I'll be indebted to you forever. You're too kind," you sincerely say to him.

He just hums in response, so you leave it at that. Your dorm building isn't that far, so you make it there in no time. You get in the lift, and once it opens on your floor, you tell Taehyung your dorm number.

You tell him your door code, and he walks you in, going straight to your couch and sitting you down. He takes the bags from his neck and puts them aside. Next, he takes off your shoes and puts them near your door.

"Okay, do you mind if I check your fridge? Is there anything like an icepack? To put on your knee?"

"Yeah, there is an ice pack."

He grabs the ice pack, fills it with ice cubes and holds it on your knee. The freezing sensation

sends a twinge down your knee. He urges you to hold the ice pack and goes to the kitchen. When he comes back, he presses a glass of water to your lips, and you drink.

Once you're done, he sets the glass on the coffee table, and settles beside you, grabbing your leg and gently getting it on his lap, urging you to lie down, with your head resting on the armrest. He holds your leg with one hand, and tenderly ices your knee with the other. The action makes you relax your body, all the stress unwinding. Taehyung doesn't say anything, his eyes concentrated on your knee. Feeling the pain in your knee numbing, you close your eyes.

The next thing you know, Taehyung in shaking you awake, calling out your name in his low baritone. When you gain some semblance of consciousness, the first thing that you register is the fragrance of food. Your stomach grumbles, and Taehyung chuckles at you. He helps you sit up, and shoves a takeout box in your hand. You thank him and dig in. Once you're done, he cleans up and comes back to sit beside you.

"How are you feeling now?"

You flex your leg a little, and when it doesn't hurt that bad, you say, "It feels better. I'll just take a painkiller and knock out."

He nods his head, hand reaching out to feel over and around your knee. After being satisfied, he rests his hand on your knee, and looks at you. "I'm glad. Just be careful."

In a moment of courage, you rest your hand over his and say,

"I can't thank you enough. For getting me home, taking care of me, feeding me."

His eyes crinkle as he smiles, and he rests his other hand over yours, your palm now sandwiched between two of his. He leans closer to you, and whispers,

"You don't have to thank me, doll. But I can think of a few things you could do."

The way he says these words makes tingles run up your spine, the intent clear in eyes, made clearer by his words. You close your eyes and lean back on the sofa, knowing that Taehyung's eyes are fixed on you. The knowledge that this kind, breathtakingly beautiful man has a crush on you, and moreover wants you, gives you the confidence to act a little, if not more coy. With your head now tilted towards the ceiling and your eyes closed, you channel your inner heathen and say,

"And what would they be, hmm?"

When you hear him suck a breath in beside you, you smirk inwardly. You wait for him to say something, but he just retracts his hands from yours. This action makes you open your eyes and tilt your head to look at him, question clear in your gaze.

Just as you're about to sit up and say something, you're hit with a face full of Taehyung, and suddenly his palms are grabbing your face and his lips are on yours. The shock makes your eyes widen, but as you register what's going on, your eyes close and your hand fists his shirt as you kiss him back.

Taehyung's lips feel way better than you could ever imagine, and the warmth seeping into your skin from his palms makes this experience feel real, and not just fantasy. When his lips suck on your lower lip a little harder, you arch your back, your upper body lifting off the couch. This makes him slide one hand off of your cheek and around your waist, and he pulls your body closer to his.

At this point, he's basically straddling you. When his tongue probes your mouth, one of your hands grab the back of his hair and pull. The low groan he lets out as you disconnect from his mouth and start sucking on his neck makes you quiver, the thought of hearing the same baritone in your ear as he pounds into you making you want him even more. He parts from you, and as he sits up, your hands leave his body.

"What do you want?"

You bite your lip, and instead of answering, one of your hand rises to his waistband. Instantly, his hand grips yours, and as he smiles, he leans down to kiss your palm. Against it, he whispers,

"Want me to eat you out? Wanna cum on my tongue?"

You gulp at the thought of this man between your legs, and nod at him. Something in his face hardens, and he drops your hand, only to lean over you and grip your chin.

"Use your words, baby doll. What do you say?"

You maintain eye contact with him and whisper,

"Yes."

Though your answer makes him loosen his grip on your jaw, only makes him move closer to you.

"Yes what?"

"Yes sir."

At your answer, Taehyung's eyes widen, and then a smirk spreads across his face. His hands urge you out of your top, and he throws it over his shoulder, uncaring as to where it lands.

His eyes take you in, and in a second he's getting off you and pulling your leggings and underwear down your body. You struggle a little to lift your ass off the couch, a little pain shooting through your knee at the pressure. Taehyung makes you rest your injured leg straight on the coffee table. After making sure you're comfortable, he leans down you kiss you, on of his hands making their way to your tits. When he squeezes and twists a nipple, your body arches off the couch, legs spreading wider.

Once Taehyung's satisfied from claiming your mouth, he gets down on his knees in between your legs. For the first time, you see hesitation cross his eyes as he nibbles his lower lip. You lean up, and say,

"I want you. Please make me cum, please."

A smile blooms on his face, eyes lighting up as his hands move up your thighs. He leans forward, kissing up the inside of your left thigh, his hands squeezing where they hold you. After a few kisses, he suddenly bites, which makes you reach out to grip his hair as you moan.

Indifferent to your reaction, he moves forward, his hands widening your legs as he comes face to face with your core. Sounding absolutely wrecked, he says,

"Fuck I can't wait to taste you."

With this, he kisses your mound, and then spreads your outer lips.

"Holy shit, darling, it's all for me, right?"

You card your hands through his hair as you whisper an affirmative. Happy with your response, Taehyung leans in and envelops your clit in his lips, and sucks. Slowly, he starts making strokes with his tongue, delving deeper. He speeds up the motions of his tongue, now moving it in and out, and puts a finger in your core. The slide is tight, and it makes you both moan. But he doesn't stop, if anything, he gets even more determined.

Soon, he adds another finger and his tongue moves onto your clit. The added stimulation makes the knot in your core tighten, the arousal pulsing stronger in your veins. He takes his mouth off of your clit with a pop and leans back to see his fingers scissoring as they move inside you. You tilt your head down to take a look at him, and dear God above, he looks wrecked. His hair is all messed up, thanks to your fingers, and his lips are swollen and glistening, and you're pretty sure his chin is too.

Fuck.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as this visual ingrains itself in your eyes, a whimper falling from your mouth as you say,

"Fucking God, please fuck me. Want you so bad, please."

"I'll think about it if you cum like a good girl first."

His fingers speed up, and he leans down to capture you clit in his mouth again. This time, he's absolutely brutal with the way he goes at you, nothing gentle about his mouth or his fingers. Just as you feel yourself climbing up to a climax, he adds another finger, his tongue now flicking across your clit.

As you get closer to the finish line, your moans turn into curse words, your voice getting louder.

"Fucking Hell, Taehyung, don't stop! Shit! I'm s-so close, please, please, I'm gonna c-cum!"

Saying nothing Taehyung curves his fingers inside you as he lightly bites on your clit, and that's all it takes for you to let go. Your body pulls taut, legs shaking around him, hips riding his fingers. His fingers and his mouth guide you along your high, and even after you've come down, his mouth still keeps laving over your clit. You moan in oversensitivity and that's when he deems it enough.

He gets up, but groans out while straightening his legs. You giggle at his facial expression, and he stands over you, hands on his hips, mouth drawn into a pout.

"I just ate you out but you're laughing at me, huh?"

This makes you laugh out loud, and you say,

"Can't believe you're a grandpa."

His mouth falls open, flabbergasted. His mouth tries and fails to form a word, and his mouth just bubbles out a laugh. He's shaking his head as he takes off his tee, and throws it on the couch beside you. Oh you're definitely not laughing now.

"Well, this grandpa did get you off, baby doll. Now, where's the bedroom?"

He leans down to pick you up, his hands urging your thighs to wrap around his hips, your arms wrapping around his neck. You hold on tighter when he stands up straight with you in his arms. He leads you to the bedroom, kicking the door open and walking in. He lays you down on the duvet slowly, mindful of jostling your leg.

Once you're lying on the bed, he goes to get a pillow and puts it below your knee. You make eye contact with him, hoping your smile conveys how grateful you are. He smiles at you, expression shy. Pointing at the bedside table, you say,

"The condoms are in here."

He raises an eyebrow, but gets a condom and climbs on the bed. Once he's in between your legs, one of his hands knead your thigh, the action relaxing your muscles, making you let out a sigh. Seeing your reaction, he leans down to kiss your tummy, trailing light kisses down to your pelvis.

"You look so beautiful like this. So lovely."

His hand glides up your inner thigh, two fingers plunging into you without warning. He pulls out, only to push back in, your soft wet walls accommodating to his ministrations easily. When he doesn't hear you making a sound, he scissors his fingers, and starts sucking a hickey on your hipbone. A shiver runs through you, and you let out a whimper at the sudden influx of stimulus.

"Such a sweetheart, huh? Always ready to let me know how good I'm making you feel."

As he says this, he adds another finger, and the added stretch makes you arch off the bed. Soon, Taehyung has you moaning his name, your hands reaching out to hold onto the bedsheet. Taehyung slows down his fingers, and asks you,

"What do you want? Tell me. Tell me and I'll give it to you."

The husk in his voice makes you groan, the timber of it sending trills of arousal shooting through you.

"Want you to fuck me. Now. Right now."

Pulling his fingers out of you, he whispers, "Then that's what you'll get, baby."

He takes off his gym shorts and his underwear, his cock standing hard and proud, the tip glistening with precum. While stroking his cock, he says,

"Although everything in me is telling me to fuck you like the devil you are, I don't wanna add to your injuries. So let's have you wrap you legs around me, okay?"

Actually processing what he said, you try to move your leg, but the twinge of pain has you nodding your head in agreement.

Seeing your approval, he gives you a smile and tears open the condom. Your eyes trace him as he kneels between your legs. The soft curls falling into his eyes, the slope of his nose, adding to his charm. The strength visible in his shoulders, all the way down to his arms, makes you want things that can only be done behind closed doors. The thoughts of being manhandled, being pushed into the mattress as he takes you run through your head among other lust-filled scenarios, and these make you gulp.

Your eyes follow when he rolls the condom onto himself and strokes his cock in long motions.

His eyes, fall onto you, and seeing how you're entranced by, well, his dick, he chuckles. The sound makes your eyes flit to his, your cheeks already filling with colour, embarrassment flooding your mind.

Taehyung doesn't say anything, just urges your legs to wrap around his waist as he leans over you. That one moment of silence, where you and him are just two people, closer than ever, closer than any galaxies, any stars, seems to last for a lifetime. When he slightly smiles, one of his hands coming up to stroke your hair, you feel a storm brewing where you heart is meant to be. You smile back, and then Taehyung is thrusting into you, the stars in his eyes now clouded by lust.

The first few thrusts are slow, languid and have Taehyung's eyes flitting over your features, looking for any signs of discomfort. But when he finds none, he gains confidence, his hips moving with more purpose, plunging impossibly deeper into you. Your eyes close, head tilting up as your mouth lets out little moans mixed in with whimpers.

Taehyung's thrusts slow down into him just grinding his cock into you, and he grabs your chin to make you look at him.

"Look at me, baby. You feel so good, like heaven. Maybe even more divine than heaven itself."

The sincerity in his eyes as he says this makes your clench around him, throat choking on the words you want to say. You reach out a hand and put it on his shoulder, which makes him pause his movements. Worry flickers across his face as he waits for you to say something.

"G-go faster. Wanna cum. Right now. Please."

The worry on Taehyung's face quickly dissolves into cockiness as he positions himself to pound into you better. His smirk grows as his thrust gets a moan out of you. Continuing with his ministrations, he manages to grunt out,

"This good enough for you, doll?"

When you don't answer him, too busy whimpering, he leans over you and one of his hands reach out and twist your nipple in warning, hips maintaining their momentum.

"Think I asked a question, darling. Come on, now."

The hand you had on his shoulder moves up to the back of his head, and as your fingers entangle in his locks and pull, you say,

"Yes! Yes! Dear God, yes! F-feel good."

He doesn't verbally reply to you, but he hums, the low rumble of his voice making you feel some type of way.

One of his hands land near your head, the other one grabbing your thigh, and its pound town from there. The room fills with the sounds of skin slapping on skin mixed in with Taehyung's grunts and your moans. The boy in between your legs turns into a beast chasing just one thing, and he doesn't slow down. The sound of sex resounds in the room, making you feel downright dirty.

Your eyes focus on Taehyung's face contorted in pleasure and his body glistening with a sheen of sweat. Maybe it's this realization, that you have this beautiful man fucking into you that pushes you closer to your climax.

When your walls start clenching around him, the ball of fire in the pit of your stomach so close to bursting, one of your hands reach down, two of your fingers rubbing your clit in desperation.

"That's it. Make yourself cum on my cock. Let me see you cum, baby. Wanna feel you cum for me."

His words are accompanied by his hips moving faster, hitting the spot inside you, making the fire in you unravel. Your back arches off the bed, mouth opening in a whimper as you cum, body drowning in pleasure.

Your walls tighten around Taehyung, making him let out a choked moan. With two, three more thrusts, Taehyung is cumming in the condom. He slumps on you, letting out puffs of air, catching his breath. When Taehyung taps both of your legs gently, you remember that they've been there this whole time, and, holy shit, your fucking knee was fucking sprained. Taehyung, apparently has the same realization, because his concerned wide eyes lock with yours and he slowly untangles your legs. Your knee gives a twinge in protest to movement but as soon as it's straight and on the bed, you feel fine. Taehyung pulls out, and ties the condom off, getting up to go and throw it in the bin.

When he comes back, it's to you playing with your fingers running circles on your navel. You stop your actions when you realize he's back in the room, your cheeks flushing a little in embarrassment. Taehyung mumbles a 'cute' but doesn't say anything else.

Taehyung has a wet towel in one hand, with which he gently wipes between your legs. And when he's done, he leans down to leave a kiss on your forehead, and then he's gone again. Your eyes follow his bubble butt as he leaves the room.

Exhaustion seeps into your bones, and your eyes close. They only open to the sound of something being set down on the bedside table. You open your eyes and turn your head to see that it's a glass of water, and Taehyung, Taehyung is wearing shorts again.

You sit up, grabbing the glass and gulping down the water. The thought that you're still completely naked makes you feel shy, even after all of the things you just did. Taehyung sits

beside you on the bed, taking the glass from your hand and putting it on the table.

"Uhm.."

"I ju-"

Both of you shut up, but when you lock eyes with each other, laughter spills out of you. With a smile on his face, Taehyung speaks first.

"What were you going to say?"

You think for a moment, wondering if what you're about to say will sound weird or not.

"Uh, just that, do you want to stay over?"

With disbelief painting his face, Taehyung asks, "You want me to?"

You try to keep the endearment out of your voice as you deadpan, "Oh no, the monster under my bed just liked your feet and told me to ask you to stay longer."

It takes a moment for your words to register, but when Taehyung realizes what you just said, laughter tumbles from his lips.

Your concerned friends knock on your door the next morning, and a clueless Taehyung opens the door to let them in. Your friends barge in to find you wrapped in a blanket, lying on the couch, Haikyuu! playing on your TV. Taehyung just stands there, neck full of hickies, rampant sex hair, smelling like your body wash.

Your friends look at you for a moment, then turn to Taehyung only to turn back to you. When one of them asks you what the hell you've been doing yesterday and where you've been, you lock eyes with Taehyung as you smugly say,

"What can I even say? It was one heck of a workout."

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mercuvry · 3 years

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perfect (angst)

⊰ — listen to: perfect by selena gomez, I wrote this based on that song <3

⊰ — summary: how far will you go to be loved? even if it means you having to change into something perfect?

⊰ — warnings: cheating partner, very, very, very slight suggestive smut?, kinda low self-worth for y/n? (idk how to word it differently but watch out fOR THAT) y/n wanting to be someone else, lotta lowkey/mild angst?

⊰ — author's note: please don’t take this too seriously! this is a work of fiction! I really hope this doesn’t offend anyone by writing this, I’ve always wanted to write a little story based on the lyrics of this song even since I first heard it. please don’t read if you think this would make you uncomfortable! I tried to write this gender neutral but if I use any certain pronouns for y/n, please tell me/bear with me! also, sorry for any typos/weird sounding sentences and for using a lot of commas :)) I hope u enjoy!! you are wonderful just the way you are, please don’t ever forget that <3

"do you love her?” you ask. to your surprise, you say it without your voice cracking. you sound firm, and you’re wondering how that could be when on the inside, you’re breaking.

you shift your eyes to look at him. him. the one you love. the one who you thought loved you. but if he loved you, how could he do this? how could he do this to you?

you’re both sitting on the bed you shared together. all the late nights staying up together under the covers, just talking until the sun rose up, talking about anything and everything. all the countless times where you just stared into each other’s eyes and in awe of how love you had between you. the times where you both felt comfortable in each other’s arms, taking everything in, letting everything go, letting you both admire each other in ways only lovers admire. lovers, huh.

mark doesn’t look back at you, although you’re sure he could feel your eyes on him. he stares off into space, slowly rubbing his hands together.

it felt like an eternity, until he finally answered you.

you already knew the answer, so why did you even ask?

you felt something different when he didn’t say his usual greeting to you in the mornings.

“good morning beautiful,” he would say when you have just woken up, still having bed head and morning breath. he would then kiss your forehead, then your cheeks, then your nose, then planting a passionate, yet quick kiss on your lips would usually follow.

but he had stopped doing that. that’s when you noticed something was wrong.

you kept on thinking you had done something. sure, you would have little fights about stupid things. why didn’t you clean up after yourself? why didn’t you do the dishes like I told you to do? things like that. but, then you both stopped having fights like that.

he began to become distant. therefore, there was nothing to fight about.

you thought maybe you weren't showing enough affection for him like he would for you. you tried to be more loving, more romantic. buying him things. hugging him more. giving him unexpected pecks on the cheeks, you knew he loved those. you used to do that to him all the time and he would always blush, smile real big and tackle you to give you more kisses. but, he soon got tired of you kissing him all the time and he told you to stop. other times he wouldn't say anything at all. he would just ignore you.

you both would ask how was each other’s days. him always being the first one to ask you, not that you didn’t want to ask him, but when he came home from practice the first thing he would do is hug and kiss you, then ask how your day went. he would always have a smile on his face when he asked. would always have a smile on his face when he saw you run to him when he opened the door. when he waited for you to jump in his arms and spin you around. if anyone else could see those greetings, they would think you missed each other because he was gone for a couple months, not a couple of hours.

he would tell you every single detail of how his day went, even the unimportant ones. “the water in the practice room was warm today,” or “jisung was being really cute today.” but when he had come home, when you already knew something was wrong, he never held out his arms to greet you. his smile would be replaced with a frown. not an angry or sad frown, but just a normal frown. like he wasn’t that excited to see you. like there was something more important on his mind. it killed you not knowing what it was.

then you began to encounter things that would deepen the doubt you had. first, it was the words he would say at night when he would be sleeping. the name of a woman you don't remember him mentioning of ever knowing. saying things about her that he used to only say about you. then it was the smell. the feminine, floral scent on his clothes and on his skin. the scent that you did not wear. the scent you began to hate.

until you began to wonder, what it is about this new infatuation that made him turn away from you? you listened to him at night, smelled his clothes, and began pondering over what she did to him to make him fall for her. what do you do different that doesn't make him lust after you?

you wonder how she touches him, his body, and his heart and if you could do it too. you wonder how she laughs and how she makes him laugh. oh, how her laugh must be like to have it curving off her back for him. you even wonder to the point of you, yourself, whispering her name in your sleep. dreaming of how you could be like her. dreaming of how beautiful she must be. dreaming of how perfect she must be.

you sharply inhaled. that one word makes your heart drop down to your stomach, immediately feeling the sharp pain that felt like it was in your throat as you try and hold back your tears that were already falling.

you already knew the answer. what made you think he would say anything different?

out of the corner of your eye, you see mark get off the bed, lifting up his hand as if he was going to say something, but doesn't. instead he just shakes his head and walks out of the former room you two shared.

you get up and follow him out of the room and towards the front door where he was heading. you wanted to say something to him, anything, but before you could you now see the boxes by the door which you hadn't before. boxes filled with his clothes and his personal things. the boxes that would be, no doubt, going to her place. the perfect one that you both dreamt of.

the sight of those boxes made the words you wanted to say no longer on the tip of your tongue or in your head. your brain now replaces the words with the gorgeous made up face you think his current lover wears. that perfect face.

he bent down to lift one of the boxes and put it onto another, picked those two up and open the front door. he leaves the door open as you do nothing and just watch him walk down your front lawn, opening the trunk to his car and putting his boxes in. he then walks back up to your door and does the same thing, never looking back or up at you. never saying a word.

eventually he picks up the last box, the tears you once shed are beginning to dry down your neck, he almost walks through the doorway before he stops for a few seconds and turns to the side. not fully facing you nor the outside world and looks at the wooden doorway. secretly wondering if he's really doing this, if he's really in control or just on autopilot. he tries to think what to say or if he should anything. but is there any words that would comfort you from what he's doing to you?

from what feels like forever, mark finally looks at you and you just stare at his box. the last box that holds the last of his stuff in your house. the last thing that's keeping him there. you want to start begging on your knees for him to stay, to say that you'll be like her, that you'll act like her if only he stays. the other half of you wanting to kick the box out of his hands and make him tell you who she is. however, the only thing you do is stand there, the only thing your body lets you do.

"I'm sorry," he chokes out. he looks at you for a moment longer and then he finally leaves and closes the door. closing the door to the house you shared together, to the life you had together, to the love you had for one another, and to you; the one soul who he was supposed to love for the rest of his life until he found another, perfect one to care for.

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cm-imagines-07 · 4 years

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The Morning After

Emily Prentiss x Fem!Reader

Universe: Criminal Minds

Type: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF

Summary: Emily has never felt more happiness, peace and love than when she wakes-up next to the love of her life, [y/n] for the very first time.

Request: yes|NO

Prompt: xxx

Warnings: FLUFF HAS TO BE A WARNING HERE!!!!!!!!! and nudity (?) and kissing and just so much love...

Song: xxx

Word Count: 1.1K of fluff, yes

Posted: 25th of January 2021

A/N: I AM IN LOVE WITH EMILY PRENTISS AJDOAFJEHFEAI | i just love her so fucking much and i think she only deserve happiness so here it is my first emily fic :,)

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Emily's eyes fluttered open as a little stretch of sunlight hit her eyelids. After blinking a couple of times to get adjusted to the light coming out of her window and passing through the curtains, Emily felt some kind of pressure between her naked collarbone and left shoulder.

Looking down at the [y/h/c] hairs resting all over her shoulder, Emily felt the memories from last night flowing back to her still sleepy state. A soft and sloppy half-smile formed in the dark-haired lips from the memories filling up her head and she felt a weird feeling at her heart, just like it was clenching with adoration, happiness and… love… but it just wasn't physically possible, was it?

Feeling the arm under [y/n]'s waist starting to fall asleep, Emily - still in her sleepy state, I may add - desperately tried to move but as she was taking her arm from under the other girl, [y/n]'s arms tightened her grip and brought her body even closer to Emily's (if it was even possible). As Emily found herself happily trapped with a sleeping [y/n], she adjusted herself in bed so her arm wouldn't fall asleep and held half of the girl’s body above her's.

In seconds, minutes or even hours (Emily wasn't so sure anymore as time wasn't so crucial as the naked woman lying beside her), Prentiss felt the [y/h/c] girl starting to stir from her sleep. Her eyes gently opened as she lifted her head from Emily's shoulder, resting against the pillow.

After taking a couple of seconds to get adjusted to the unusual place and presence, [y/n] sleepy cracked open a soft and heart-warming own smile as her eyes met Emily's dark ones.

"'Morning, Em." [y/n]'s hoarse and delicate voice broke the comfortable silence, but even if she was hesitant it could ruin the sentimental and warm moment before, seeing Emily's soft smile widen just made her realise that she had nothing to worry about.

It's Emily. Just Emily.

"'Morning, love." [y/n]'s cheeks were painted with a light tone of pink from the nickname, just in the way she remembered her blushing as a teenager. But it was just like this that Emily made her feel like, a reckless and in love teenager.

Their gazes filled with love and adoration looked in each other's eyes and as their hands touched just under the blanket covering their naked bodies, their smiles weren't being held back anymore. It slightly felt like the smiles had a mind of their own as they would keep changing through the seconds, moments and tender touches.

With laced fingers, Emily brought their hands up and she kissed softly and lovingly [y/n]'s knuckles. Without even thinking properly about it, [y/n/n] closed her eyes and enjoyed the peaceful aura around the two women as it was her last source of happiness, love and peace.

"Love?" Emily's voice grabbed [y/n]'s attention and she opened her eyes, only to find Prentiss already staring at her. "I wanted to ask you something..." Her whisper was soft and almost sounded hesitant, and Emily waited for [y/n]'s little nod to keep going. "Uhm… It'll probably sound ridiculous, but I don't want to read the situation wrong or feed unhealthy feelings, so… I-I wanted to know if..." With pleading and helpless eyes, Emily looked at the stunning, breath-taking, gorgeous woman in front of her and [y/n]'s delicate hand squish gave Emily the confidence she needed to drop the question. "Do you want something else?" When the only answer Emily got was a frowned forehead, she thought she had to explain what she meant, so she did. "Like, do you want to be something else? Like, us? Or was it just a… one-time thing?"

As the question left Emily's perfectly designed lips, [y/n] wanted to laugh. Not just a giggle or a chuckle, but a fully hearted laugh. It sounded so stupid to her ears the doubt that was bothering the woman she's been in love with for months, God, if she stopped to think, it would become actual years.

But as she looked at Emily's eyes and she only found insecurity, fear, uncertain and doubt, [y/n] felt her whole body aching to hold the woman in front of her.

"Em… I've been in love with you for more time than I can keep track of." Those sixteen words were enough for them. [y/n] still had so many more words, feelings and thoughts that she wanted to share with the love of her life… But that was enough for now. They knew they still would have all the time to share all of those deep feelings someday, even if somehow, they already knew what they truly felt for each other. So no more words needed to be shared.

Their lips locked in the first of many morning-kisses.

The morning-kisses would, eventually, become Emily's favourite part of the day. The moment where she would awake and look beside her where it laid the person she most loved in this entire world (and who loved her back just the same). They would take around 40 minutes only for themselves, to look in each other's eyes and just feel safe, happy and in peace before fully getting up.

But right now, they didn't care about how many kisses they would share, how the morning-kisses would become some kind of ritual, how much time they still had to enjoy each other's company… All Emily cared about was [y/n] and all [y/n] cared about was Emily

Their lips fixed together like two missing pieces of a puzzle and all their emotions were being put in this moment where there wasn’t anyone else in the world, only their naked bodies holding each other close as their mouths shared the best kiss they've ever been able to share with someone. And they both knew that kisses like this would only exist between them because of their unconditional love.

As their lips separated from the kiss, neither Emily neither [y/n] could bring themselves to getaway. Their breaths melted together in the small space between their lips - where they could still feel the light brush of each other's lips -, their eyes closed trying to make this moment last longer, their legs tangled under the warm blanket, their hands and arms glueing their bodies together and to anyone who looked at them, they would look like a beautiful, in-love couple resting or sleeping…

And that's what they were, a beautiful, in-love couple.

"I love you." They whispered at the same time and with huge smiles and hearts swelling with love, Emily let herself feel vulnerable with the love of her life.

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apocalypseornaw · 4 years

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Real Feelings

For the square *fake dating* on @girl-next-door-writes bingo

You pulled up to the newest construction site and parked next to Bobby’s truck. Him and Dean would be around here somewhere Ellen had tasked you with delivering the crew’s lunch order from the diner. You stepped out the truck then leaned back in to grab the box that held the food. When you heard someone call your name you nearly dropped the box. It was Micheal, your ex boyfriend who you’d been engaged to for a short time until he’d broken it off because in his words “This will never work out and it’ll cause less heartbreak now” you hadn’t seen him in a few years.

You plastered a smile on your face as he moved to help you grab the box “Hi Michea! How have you been, what are you doing here?” he motioned around the lot “I’m here to meet with Dean and Bobby.They found a way to work around a design flaw I didn’t think about. What are you doing here?” you motioned to the box in your hand “Ellen, Bobby’s wife asked me to bring lunch”

He smiled and waved a hand towards the trailers that held the temp offices “Then we’re headed in the same way. How’ve you been?” you nodded “Can’t complain, you?” he ran a hand across the back of his neck and you knew that as a tell he was nervous about something so when he started the next sentence with “Well actually I was going to call you” your stomach knotted. Why was he calling you? “Because?” you questioned so he grinned “I’m getting married. It’s a whole thing that’ll be up in the mountains. Charity, you remember Charity don’t you?” you nodded because yes you did in fact remember Charity. She was the greek goddess Micheal had met a few months after your split. She was gorgeous and sweet enough to meet sugar in her mouth. “Well she wanted to know if you’d like to come. Now it’ll not just be the wedding. My father is having a grand opening of the resort we’re using as well so there’ll be plenty of activities to do. You always did love the snow”

You walked up the steps next to him and knew your emotions were plainly written across your face because the next thing he added rather quickly was “And of course, if you’re seeing someone he can come along as well” you wracked your brain thinking of anyone you could use to keep from looking like you hadn’t gone this long without a lasting relationship considering he was getting married for real this time. “I’ll have to talk with him” you replied and could see his eyebrows go up slightly “Anyone I know?” you stepped into the door and as you did blurted out the only name that popped into your head “I’m actually seeing Dean” Micheal stopped in his tracks “Winchester?” you breathed a sigh of relief to see Dean wasn’t in the office yet then nodded “Yeah about a year now” “Can’t say I’m surprised” he muttered and you were about to ask why when the door opened to Dean walking in.

“Hey baby!” you called moving to hug him then whispered in his ear “For the love of god go along with it. I’ll owe you” he gave you a look but pressed a quick kiss to your cheek “Hey to you too sweetheart” then nodded to Micheal “Hey man” you knew Dean was probably wondering what was really going on considering he was watching you as you laid his and Bobby’s food down then walked out to take the other food to the crew. Bobby had joined him and Micheal by then so Dean excused him by saying “Bobby I’m gonna walk Y/N. Make sure she’s wearing her hardhat this time” Bobby nodded then turned his attention back to the plans he was showing Micheal.

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Once you and Dean were outside he cut his eyes at you and took one of the boxes out of your hand “So darling, when did we start seeing each other?” you grimaced then explained “I’m so sorry but he caught me by surprise. I didn’t know this was one of his dad’s builds then he’s talking about the fact that him and Charity are getting married and he’s inviting me and my boyfriend and honestly? With the exception of Bobby and Sam I don’t really hang out with that many guys besides you” you quickly explained the weekend Micheal and Charity had planned heading up to their big day.

He was silent for a few moments then shrugged “Is it paid?” “What?” you asked in confusion so he clarified “Is it paid? Like we show up and enjoy this brand spanking new resort in the mountains, get our food cooked for us. Our rooms cleaned for us and all we have to do in return is sit through your douchey ex getting married?” You nodded slowly and he smirked “I say let’s do it. I think it’d be fun and besides when’s the last time either of us had a vacation, let alone one we didn’t have to foot out an armload for?”

You opened your mouth then shut it just as quickly “Well I gotta go after I get this food to the crew but if you’re sure, tell him yes” he winked at you then took the other box from your hands “Go on and get back to Ellen because I fully expect my girl to have some new outfits before we show up to this destination wedding” you rolled your eyes at him then playfully swatted his ass “I’ll see what I can managed sugar”

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The closer the weekend of the wedding got the more you wanted to back out. You and Micheal still had a lot of mutual friends and those mutual friends also knew Dean, Sam, Bobby and the entire bunch. There was bound to either be awkwardness or the horror of Micheal finding out you lied. Any time you bought the worry up to Dean he’d wave it off with the logic of “We know damn near everything about each other sweetheart. Hell you crashed at my place after you two split until we got you into your loft. We’re comfortable with casual touch. He’ll never know”

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Before you knew it the wedding weekend had sprung up on you. You were curled up in the passenger seat of Dean’s truck as he drove following the directions Micheal and Charity had included in with every invitation. Normally he’d drive his impala but considering this was a trip into the mountains you both decided it would be better to take the truck.

“So do you know about our room situation?” he asked, breaking the silence in the cab of the truck. You shrugged “Charity got a headcount and they blocked off that many rooms. Considering they think we’re a couple you’re fine sharing with me aren’t you?” “Of course, sweetheart. Even if you do snore” he teased with a wink. You shook your head and reached up to turn the radio up slightly and smiled when he started to sing along with the song “Bad moon rising”

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“Wake up Y/N. We’re here” Dean called shaking your leg closest to him. You sat up and nearly told him to turn the truck around. Yes the resort was gorgeous but the reality of going to your ex-fiance’s wedding was starting to set in. Dean reached across the console and grabbed your hand “Hey fake boyfriend or not I’m really here to back you up. I won’t leave your side all weekend unless you tell me to ok?” you managed a smile then questioned “What if you see a hot bridesmaid?” he shrugged “I’ll get their number for later” “DEAN!” you scolded causing him to crack up laughing “See? Changed your mood that quick” You rolled your eyes but grabbed your bag and followed him once he was parked.

The interior of the resort had a nice almost rustic feel to it. A large fireplace was roaring in the center of the lobby and you grabbed Dean’s arm to pull him along with you to check it out. “You’re already smiling. It won’t be that bad” you turned to tell him that five minutes in versus an entire weekend was too different things but stopped when you heard an accented voice call both of your names. You looked up to see Benny and his sister Elizabeth walking towards you. “Benny” you greeted with a smile as the two of you hugged. Once you pulled away from him you greeted Elizabeth in much the same fashion.

“So Dean, brother I hear you finally managed to wrangle this one” Benny asked with a smirk. Your eyes widened at his wording..what did he mean by finally? You chose not to ask considering you’d told Micheal the two of you had been together for nearly a year. Dean, ever the fast talker, simply slid an arm around your waist and winked at Benny “Things worth having take time don’t they?” you could feel a blush threatening to warm your cheeks and shot Elizabeth a grateful smile when she said “Leave her be boys. Y/N we need to catch up but for now I’ll drag my brother away so the two of you can get checked in and squared away”

After the two of them had walked off you looked at Dean who still had his arm around you holding you close to his side “What did Benny mean?” he shrugged “Who knows with Benny?” then moved to grab your bags then nodded towards the front desk “Let’s get checked in”

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Your room was on the third floor so you took the nearest elevator up and thankfully it was empty. You leaned your head back against the wall then rolled it over to look at Dean silently cursing yourself for ever putting the two of you in this situation. You weren’t exactly ugly but damn the man looked like a walking wet dream when he was doing the most mundane tasks and you knew for a fact the suit he had brought for the ceremony was a Tom Ford black herringbone three piece. You’d seen him in it twice before and every woman and a good amount of the men in the nearest vicinity looked like they’d throw themselves under a bus to have a chance to see him without it and now here you were having to play it off like you had. “You’re thinking loud enough to give me a migraine” he spoke pushing off the wall when the elevator came to a stop. You shrugged “Just thinking how many more people are we gonna know that’s here, meaning how many are gonna ask about us being together after this weekend” “Let’s enjoy this weekend then we’ll worry about the rest” he replied with a wink motioning for you to step off first when the doors opened.

You checked the room numbers until you got to yours. You slid the key card in then stepped inside opening the door further for Dean since he’d insisted to carry your bags too because in his words “Yes you are more than capable but dammit I am a loving fake boyfriend” You were in the living room area of the suit and it was nice, had a small couch against one wall with two overstuffed chairs sitting across the room next to a fireplace and a large tv on one wall. Dean let out a low whistle and sat your bags down in front of the couch “So far, so good. Want to check out the bedroom?” you ignored the warmth in your face to follow him to the bedroom door and cursed under your breath when you saw the kingsize bed. “I’ll um take the couch” you offered but he raised an eyebrow “We’re adults Y/N. I think we can share a bed. Besides this thing is big enough we won’t even be near each other unless we want to” he added a smirk at the end and you rolled your eyes feeling some of your nerves start to melt away at the simple fact of Dean being Dean.

“Fine but you snore and I’ll put a pillow over your face” he nodded “Fair enough” then grabbed your hand “Get a thicker jacket on. We’re gonna go check out the grounds” you didn’t have time to argue before he was pulling your jacket out of one of your bags and slipping it onto your arms.

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The two of you spent a few hours simply walking the different paths around the resort. Dean was always big on the outdoors and you loved the snow so it was something that you both found joy in. You ended up taking several photos of wildlife including a squirrel that took a liking to Dean.

When the sun started to shift in the sky you tried and failed to hide a shiver from Dean. He was immediately pulling his gloves off and holding them out to you. “I think that’s our clue to head back” you slid the gloves on then nodded “Yeah”

You walked along next to him and was a bit surprised when he reached out to lace his fingers in with yours. You glanced down at your intertwined hands and he shrugged “That way we keep both of our hands halfway defrosted” you bit your lip to try to hide the smile you had at the action. What the hell were you doing to yourself? You had simply tried to duck out of an awkward conversation with an ex and were now risking one of the closest friendships you had.

Your attention was drawn by Elizabeth’s voice. You looked up about the time the brunette nearly barreled into you “Liz! Calm down honey. What is it?” you questioned. She cut her eyes at Dean then smiled sweetly “Stand right there Dean. I won’t keep her long” Dean had a curious look but nodded nonetheless.

You let her pull you a couple feet from Dean before asking “What is going on?” “Lisa is here” you felt your heart hit your feet at that. Lisa was Dean’s ex and the closest he’d ever gotten to marriage. She’d played him dirty though by using her son Ben as a bargaining chip. Once Ben got old enough to go off to school she’d lost that chip but you knew Dean’s feelings for her had in fact been very real. “Oh” you said softly which caused Elizabeth to shake your arms roughly “Oh? Oh as in you aren’t worried or oh as in I should start a fight with her sister just to give you an excuse to knock her out?” You let out a surprised laugh at her offer then said “Oh as in I’m not worried” you looked over your shoulder at Dean who waved when he saw he had your attention then added softly “Not very worried anyways”

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Elizabeth went in search of Benny so you and Dean headed back inside. He was asking if you wanted to hit the dining area or just get room service. You wanted to go ahead and tell him Lisa was here but if everything was going to implode you might as well enjoy a little before it did right? “I’m thinking room service and maybe some horror movies?” you suggested as the two of you walked towards the elevators. He pulled you into his side and left a kiss on your temple “That’s my girl!”

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You left ordering the food up to Dean while you took a shower and you started to wonder if you should regret that decision when you walked into the living room. He had a fire going and there were plates on nearly every surface. “Are we barricading ourselves in here? Did the apocalypse start while I was in the shower and if so can I claim Daryl?” He looked up from scrolling through the movie options to laugh humorlessly “First off I’m like so much better looking than him and I just decided that we’d try a little bit of everything in case the rest of the weekend gets to be too much and your stomach does that nervous thing where you can’t eat without getting queasy”

Damn he remembered that? Guess it shouldn’t surprise you but even Micheal had never paid too much mind to that. “Well in that case pick the first movie and let’s get this marathon started”

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Dean knew you’d never make it through the entire list of movies the two of you had picked. Halfway through the Texas chainsaw massacre you were curled up next to him with your head laid over on his shoulder. He missed times like this. After you and Micheal had first split and you stayed with him this was a weekly occurrence. The two of you would stay up most saturday nights, watching the cheesiest horror movies and eating the weirdest take out you could. You’d always fall asleep on him and he would always just get comfortable and sleep on the couch as well to have you close to him. His feelings for you had already been apparent by the time him and Lisa finally called it quits but you’d been with Micheal. After the breakup he hadn’t wanted to be seen as trying to take advantage so he was content with the best friend role. He’d date and see you date but would always hold his breath when you’d hit the couple weeks mark with whatever idiot you’d be currently seeing in hopes you’d kick the guy to the curb and you always did.

When this weekend had come up you’d expected him to laugh at the idea but he’d jumped at. Maybe if he had some alone time with you in a place as gorgeous as this he could finally put words to his feelings and maybe just maybe you felt the same.

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Waking up on the couch with Dean’s arms around you felt like a dream until you remembered just why the two of you were here and what Elizabeth had told you the night before. You turned to look up at him and smiled seeing his face so relaxed. His mouth was open just slightly and his hair was tousled from moving around in his sleep. You weren’t sure how long you’d been staring at him when a smirk slipped onto his face “Staring is a little creepy honey” you rolled your eyes and slowly started to sit up “I wasn’t staring I was simply making sure you weren’t drooling on me”

He opened one eye and smiled at you “Are you asking me to get bodily fluid on you?” “I swear to christ Dean!” you scolded but he started laughing and pulled you back down next to him “Shh go back to sleep. Breakfast runs for another two hours and there’s no wedding stuff until the snowmobile ride around one then the dinner at seven” You cut your eyes up at him and took a deep breath before saying “I need to tell you why Elizabeth found me last night”

He sat up slowly opening both eyes and yawned “I’m guessing not just to get help burying Benny in snow?” you shook your head “Um well you know a lot of our friend groups and Micheal’s are intertwined” he nodded so you finally bit the bullet “Lisa is here” “Oh” he stood up off the couch rubbing a hand across the back of his neck. There were too many emotions playing through his eyes to pick out just one so you took the opportunity to say “I’m gonna grab a shower. Charity asked for some of the female guests to come pick out corsages so none of us are left without flowers so I’m going to meet up with Liz to do that”

You quickly walked out the room before Dean could see the look in your eyes at his reaction upon hearing Lisa was at the resort. Well at least thursday had been fun. You simply had today and tomorrow to get through then sunday you could head home.

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By the time you got out the shower Dean was sitting on the foot of the bed with his toiletry bag next to him so he could shower next. He glanced up when you walked out and smiled “So are you and Liz gonna meet up with me and Benny for breakfast or are we left up to our own devices?” you shrugged and grabbed your thinner jacket since you planned to be indoors until the snowmobiling later. “Why don’t you two go without us and we’ll meet up later?” “You don’t think I’m gonna leave you high and dry just because Lisa is here..do you?” you opened your mouth to reply but someone was on your side because Elizabeth chose that moment to text your phone “I’m outside your room babe” you showed him the phone and he nodded “Find me after you pick flowers..please?” you smiled “Of course” then nearly ran out the room.

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You forced a smile onto your face as you followed Elizabeth into the room where Charity had the florists set up. You really did think it was a cute idea that she didn’t want any woman in attendance to be without flowers even though it was her big day.

You stopped the moment you stepped into the room and spotted Lisa talking to Charity’s sister Alice. “Well look what the cat dragged in” Elizabeth muttered under her breath and you bit your lip to hide the smile “Let’s just check in with Charity, pick our flowers and get the hell out of here” she nodded looping her arm in with yours. The two of you headed for the table lined with daisies,sunflowers and lilies. “What were you thinking?” she asked, picking up one of the flowers off the table. You shrugged “Something simple Liz, my dress is dark blue and Dean’s suit is black” “Is it the three piece Tom Ford number? He always did look amazing in that?” Lisa’s voice came from behind you and you felt your spine stiffen at her voice.

Elizabeth cut her eyes at you as you turned to face Lisa with a smile on your face “Matter of fact it is. Nice to see you again Lisa. How’s Ben?” her smile faltered slightly at your mention of him. “He’s doing fine, can I ask you one thing?” you nodded slowly “Even if I say no you’re gonna talk anyways so I might as well agree to it to keep things civil for Charity and Micheal’s sake”

You saw Elizabeth move out the corner of your eye coming to stand directly next to you and you then realized Lisa’s sister Tabitha had come to stand behind her. You weren’t doing this. You and Micheal had ended on a good note, Charity was a good person and you were going to have to be pushed really far to act stupid during their weekend. “Were you screwing him when I was with him or did you just wait until Micheal woke up about you?” “You know what Lisa..” Elizabeth started but was stopped by Alice stepping between you and Lisa “Braeden, Y/N is a guest here same as you are. If the two of you have issues with each other we have a big resort here take it outside or get over it”

You stared Lisa down as you told Alice “I have no problem. I’m here for Micheal and Charity. They invited me” Lisa plastered one of those smiles that could only be described as how Lucifer smiled at Eve in the garden “No issue from me either” Alice nodded and smiled at you “How have you been Y/N? Did you and Elizabeth find the flowers you wanted?” you shook your head still looking at Lisa over her shoulder. She gently touched your elbow and led you back to one of the tables. “Tell me what colors you and Dean are wearing and I’m sure we’ll find something that looks amazing. You too Elizabeth”

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After you and Elizabeth were through picking flowers she asked if you wanted to grab breakfast. “Just the two of us?” you offered and she shrugged “Up to you. We can find your honey and my brother if you want or we can just catch up?” you smiled “I like the idea of catching up. Dean and Benny are big boys. They can be left alone for a little while” she smiled in return and grabbed your arm “Well then come on ma’am”

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You were sipping on your coffee when Lisa walked by your table. She was still staring you down but you refused to do anything to mess up a friend’s wedding weekend. “You know I’m starting to think she’s more jealous of Dean having you then you having Dean” Elizabeth scoffed and you coughed around your coffee from the laugh that pulled from your lips. “I really need to get down to Louisiana more often. I forgot just how much fun you Lafittes’ are” She winked at you over her own coffee cup “Especially around Mardi Gras”

You were about to leave to go change for the snowmobile ride when a plate was set down on the side of yours and Elizabeth’s table. You cut your eyes up at the person who’d sat it down and it was Tabitha. “Lisa said since you enjoy her leftovers so much she figured you may want more” you took a deep breath then stood to face her eye to eye “Tell Lisa if she has an issue with me she needs to be woman enough to deal with it when it’s not conflicting with other plans. Now she want to hit me up next weekend? I’ll gladly whip her ass” you heard Elizabeth snicker under her breath and Tabitha looked scandalized “Are you even with him? I mean you’re not really his type”

Elizabeth was to her feet in a flash “You little..” but you stopped her with a hand then smiled at Tabitha “What? Not manipulative enough?” with that she seemed dumbfounded so you turned back to Elizabeth “Let’s go get changed”

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Elizabeth’s room was on the same floor as yours and Deans so the plan was to change then meet up at the elevator unless one of you ran into one of the guys first. You unlocked the door and stepped into your room breathing a sigh of relief to see Dean was in fact not there but your phone went off with a text from him “Dammit we have looked everywhere for you two. Where did you get off to?” you rolled your eyes and sent back “I’m lost come find me” before laying the phone down to dig out different clothes.

You were pulling your boots on when you heard the door of the room open then shut followed by Dean calling your name. “In here!” you hollered and he poked his head around the door holding his phone up “That has never been funny. Elizabeth told Benny where you were” “Snitch” you mumbled standing to grab your jacket. You could feel him watching you and cursed under your breath when he asked “What’s wrong?” you shrugged and tried to walk past him but he grabbed your arm “Come on darlin. I know that look something is up” you nodded “Yeah your ex is a fucking bitch and needs to be glad that we’re at a mutual friend’s wedding” “What did she do?” he asked dropping your arm like the mere touch had burnt “Everything from saying how good you’ve always looked in that one suit to asking me if I was screwing you when the two of you were together to sending her sister over to mine and Elizabeth’s table to give me her leftovers from breakfast followed up by reminding me I’m not your type” when you were met with silence you laughed humorlessly “I think I’ll get Benny to come grab my bags and just stay with Elizabeth the rest of the weekend. We can tell everyone we split and if need be I’ll pay their gas to swing through to take me home on their way” “You don’t have to do that” he offered but you’d already turned away so he wouldn’t see the tears in your eyes “Yeah. I do because this was the stupidest idea I’ve ever had” you grabbed your jacket and pushed past him out the room.

You nearly mowed over poor Benny who reached out to steady you “Woah there. Where you headed like that?” you figured might as well bite half the bullet at least “We just broke up will you bring my bags to Liz’s room?” he seemed more than a little confused but nodded “Want me to smack some sense into him?” you shook your head with a watery smile “It was bound to happen. I’m not really his type” then walked away from him to find Elizabeth.

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You ended up dipping out of the snowmobile ride. You told Charity you were having a bit of motion sickness and bless her she’d gotten one of the staff to bring you some medicine.

You and Elizabeth had decided on one of the nature walks instead. “So what happened?” she asked and you shook your head “I told him what happened with Lisa. He didn’t respond” “I’m sorry honey” she replied pulling you into her side with one arm. You shrugged “Was bound to happen anyways”

When you finally pulled your phone out after the two of you had been wandering the trails for nearly two hours you had fifteen texts from Dean and even a few from Sam and Eileen wanting to know why their brother/brother in law was texting them to get them to text you to text him. Confusing huh?

“Maybe he’s sorry?” Elizabeth offered but you shook your head “I’m not holding him up. Who knows maybe Lisa is right. Maybe he does still want her” the words themselves felt like a hot knife twisting in your gut but you weren’t going to let it show. You could get through this and avoid Dean as much as possible until the sting went away.

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At dinner you told Elizabeth you weren’t feeling well but talked her into going to dinner well after you made her promise to not blow up at Dean, Lisa or Tabitha. You left her with Benny in hopes he would see that she kept that promise then headed up to her room.

When you opened the door Benny had laid your suitcase and smaller bag on the couch. You called room service to get some food and to see if you could get an extra pillow and blanket so you didn’t have to steal one off her bed.

By the time Elizabeth got up to the room you had already eaten and showered and was curled up on the couch watching a movie. She smiled at you the moment she walked in the door “He’s clearly upset” you sighed and patted the cushion next to you “You’re welcome to come watch Liz but I don’t wanna talk about Dean” she nodded “Fair enough” and kicked off her shoes to come join you.

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“I fucked up man” Dean told Benny with a shake of his head. “You think? Man you’ve been telling me for how long how you feel about that girl then you what? Can’t even manage to say fuck her about your ex?” Dean shrugged because he honestly had no idea why he hadn’t said anything about it when you told him of the confrontations with Lisa. “How do I fix it?” he asked and Benny laughed “Beg? Then beg some more?” “You know what Benny? You’re such a help”

Lisa and Tabitha walked into the bar about that time and Benny bumped Dean’s arm forcing him to look up right before Lisa walked over to them. “Dean, I hear you got tired of Y/N already. Want a real woman again?” Benny rolled his eyes at her words then cut his eyes at Dean. As much as he liked him he liked you too and if Dean wouldn’t speak up on your behalf he damn sure was going to. “Real woman Lisa? You mean a liar, manipulator and cheater? Y/N has been one of my closest friends for as long as I can remember. When I needed her she was there, when Sammy, Bobby, Ellen hell anybody needed her she was there. She’s the most amazing woman I’ve ever met. She fights for those she cares about, she takes care of everyone she can. She’s strong but still soft and I love her”

Benny’s eyes widened at Dean’s confession and Lisa looked like she swallowed a frog “You love that?” Dean stood off the stool at her words and smiled “Sweetheart there was never anyone but her”

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You and Elizabeth were wandering around before the ceremony. You were dressed complete with flowers. The people loitering around the lobby looked like they belonged in one magazine or another at a newsstands. You spotted Alice and walked towards her with a smile “How’s Charity?” she laughed nervously “Scared?” “She’ll be fine. Your dad walking her?” she nodded so you added “Just tell him to have a good grip on her arm just in case and tell her to keep her head high. She’s beautiful and we’re all here for her” She smiled “Thanks Y/N” “Anytime”

Elizabeth had watched you talk to Alice and when you got back to her side she asked “How are you that good talking about your ex-fiance’s soon to be wife?” you shrugged “hindsight twenty twenty? Me and Micheal didn’t belong together. He just figured it out before I did” She nodded slightly “So who do you belong with?”

You could feel your cheeks threaten to warm as you thought about Dean. The way he made you feel when you’d wake up next to him or how he always went out of his way to make you laugh. How he always took care of everyone around him but resisted when it came to allowing someone to take care of him because he still wasn’t used to it. You were in love with him and had now possibly lost even his friendship. “Who I want I can’t have” you finally said and she asked “Why not?” “He doesn’t want me” you replied but froze when you heard Dean’s voice behind you “Are you sure about that? Because really if a guy has a shot at you and doesn’t take it he needs his ass kicked”

You looked back at Elizabeth but she was grinning at Benny “Oh dear brother of mine! Let’s go check out those nifty little stands they have set up near the doors!” you watched the two of them disappear then looked back at Dean “I never should’ve asked you to pretend this weekend” he nodded then smiled “And I should’ve admitted the reason I agreed was to get to spend some time with you so maybe I could figure out if you feel the same way about me that I do about you. Me and Lisa we never would’ve worked for the same reason you and Micheal never would’ve worked. I found who I want to be with and it’s you” “Dean please tell me you aren’t screwing with me right now” you whispered grateful the two of you had moved to the edge of the room where no one could overhear. “I’ve never been more serious about anything” you patted at the tears threatening to spill from your eyes “Christ I’m glad Liz had waterproof mascara” he bit back a laugh and motioned to your face “Those good tears?” you nodded “If you’re serious come kiss me Winchester” a smirk slipped onto his face “Don’t have to tell me twice”

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babbushka · 4 years

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I’ve never been able to give prompts because I’ve always been asleep while they’re open 🥺 So now I’m being greedy with 2 😂 “see what happens if you rub your ass on me like that again” and/or “what do you say?” Smutted it up with Flip Zimmerman 🔥🔥🔥

Can I please request the prompt that’s like ‘should I wear the panties or the black panties? I don’t care, I’m going to rip them off anyway.’ For Exhibitionist!Flip please? Thank you 💋

2k, CW: brief derogatory name-calling, brief violence; NSFW (roleplay, public sex (back hallway of a disco), exhibitionism, finger-sucking, hair pulling, possessive behavior, rough sex, teasing, messy PIV)

Lights down low, music loud, Flip stalks through the crowd. Bodies gyrating and grinding on one another, he pushes through the dance floor, singularly focused. Women fawn over him, hands caressing his broad shoulders and tall frame, men eye him up and down appreciatively, give him looks he respectfully declines as he sucks down the nicotine from his cigarette.

He’s hunting you down, trying his best to find you among the happy screaming cheering singing discotheque. It’s a game you play sometimes, a game he loves to win: find you, seduce you, and bring you back home with him. It’s a game you’ve been playing for years, and as ABBA thuds inside his brain, he spots you moving and grooving almost in slow motion, covered in sweat and glitter.

Flip’s about to grin, glad to have found you – when suddenly he stops dead in his tracks as a pair of unwanted hands slip around your waist, and he sees red.

He can’t make a scene, not here, not around all these people, but he storms his way through the crowd to get to where you’re awkwardly shimmying away from this strange man, a man you’ve never seen before, someone who decided to take advantage of you being by yourself on the dance floor.

“Hey gorgeous.” Flip’s voice is deep and dangerous, cutting through the blasting bass, and your whole face lights up.

Flip slides an arm around your waist and immediately tuck you against his side, content to just steal you away and let that be that, but this stranger seems to not have a sense of self-preservation and clamps his hand down on your arm, not letting you go.

“You look like you’re lost buddy, lookin’ for someone?” He threatens, and you yank your arm out of his grip, pressing yourself against your husband’s side.

“Yeah I think I just found her.” Flip sneers, brows pinching in a menacing scowl, giving him one last chance to, “Back the fuck up.”

Evidently realizing that you had no interest in him, the stranger cuts his losses and scoffs. He gets half a step away before saying something that you wince at, not because you’re upset, but because you know Flip is going to lose his fucking mind about it.

“You cunts are all the same.” The man waves you off, and Flip practically lunges forward to grab him by the back of his exaggeratedly collared shirt, twisting him around and kneeing him in the stomach hard, until he’s falling to the floor.

“Apologize, now.” Flip nearly bites through his cigarette, kicking the guy in the gut when he doesn’t answer. “Now!”

“S-sorry! Fuck I’m sorry!” The man immediately grovels and apologizes, and Flip lets him get up and scramble away, muttering and wheezing under his breath, “Fucking Christ…”

No one around you cares enough to so much as spare you a glance, let alone stop dancing, and Flip’s grateful for it. Worse has happened in this club, and everyone’s high out of their minds anyway. In a couple minutes, everyone would forget about his outburst of aggression, and the night could continue smoothly.

Except…now Flip’s angry, real angry. Bright and hot, burning up through his body. He knows it was a possibility, pretending you didn’t know each other, pretending you weren’t married opened you up to a whole world of schmucks’ advances. He knows you can handle yourself, he knows, but he loves you too much to let you.

“My hero.” You dance and sway your hips to the joyous music, a stark contrast to how wound up he’s feeling. You press your glittery lipstick right up to his ear, kissing at his cheek and teasing, “Thanks mister, I owe you.”

“Yeah you fuckin’ do, that wasn’t part of the game.” Flip snaps, and you laugh with how quick he is to drop this little roleplay act.

“Aw come on honey, he didn’t do anything, I would’ve stopped him I promise.” You cup his cheeks in your hands, kissing him deeply before turning around and pulling his arms around you, grinding your ass against his crotch.

He’s painfully hard, the rush of adrenaline going straight to his cock. You grin, wide-eyed and excited, because you love when he’s like this, you want him to take it all out on you.

“Watch what happens if you rub your ass on me like that again ketsl, just watch.” Flip mutters, and in a typical act of stubborn defiance, you do.

It takes two seconds for him to lace his fingers through yours and pull you away from the dance floor, away from the immediate crowds. He leads you to one of the back hallways, where it’s dark and much cooler, not so many bodies packed together. In fact, there’s only a handful of other people in the hallway, and they’re all occupied with the pleasure they’re giving or receiving.

Flip pushes you against the wall, it’s seedy, slick with steam from someone else’s fucking, but neither of you care. Flip wants his hands on you, and wants it now – and you’re no better. You’re already unzipping the front zipper of your halter top, your mini-skirt pushed over your ass. It’s dark enough that no one can see even if they looked, and the thought thrills you both.

No one can see, but everyone can hear, can hear how badly you want him when you whimper and whine for his cock. Flip’s hands feel you up all over, remembering a brief moment from earlier in the day:

“Should I wear the red panties? Or the black ones?” You had asked over the phone during one of his breaks.

“I don’t care, I’m going to rip them off anyway.” He had replied, much to your amusement.

He’s glad though, glad to feel the familiar lace of the red panties peeking up at him. You thought he might’ve been kidding, because you gasp out in shock when he tears the seams of the panties right between your legs, kicks your feet open.

“Flip!” You laugh, swatting at his hand in a mild punishment. He’d be grinning at you if he weren’t still so wound up with anger about the way that man touched you.

“I told you honey-bunny, don’t act surprised.” Flip shakes his head, smokes his cigarette as he pushes your back against the wall, hikes your leg up. You go easily, so easy for him, “Good girl.”

He pulls his cock out and strokes it once or twice before nudging the head of his cock into your pussy, stretching you slowly as he pushes in, walks himself forward until he’s all the way buried to the base.

“Fuck your cock’s big.” You sigh happily, your pretty nipples stiffening against the fabric of his flannel. It was too hot to be wearing it inside the disco, but Flip doesn’t give a shit, not when he’s two seconds from railing you hard like you deserve.

“Tell me all about it ketsl.” Flip flicks his ash and drops the cigarette, stepping it out underneath his boot and crushing your lips to his as he begins to thrust rough and fast.

“Oh, Flip! Ah—” You gasp into his mouth, clinging onto his shoulders for dear life as he braces one hand against the wall for leverage and fucks you hard.

“You like playin’ dirty? I’ll show you dirty.” Flip grumbles, plowing into you, your pussy stretching around him and clenching, slick and wet and throbbing around his cock. You make the sweetest sounds, little panting moans and whines that’ll get you both caught, so Flip sticks three fingers into your mouth, “Shh, shh baby you gotta be quiet.”

You lave your tongue over those fingers of him, sucking on them like they’re your favorite thing, like they’re his cock. Maybe you will blow him, now or later, you’re sure he deserves it. He makes you feel so good, fucks you so right, protects you. You suck on his fingers until you’re drooling around them, until your jaw hurts.

“A-are you gonna hurt him? Gonna beat the shit out of him for putting his hands on me?” You pull off his fingers for a moment or two, licking up the spit on his knuckles, biting and sucking at the palm of his hand.

“Depends.” Flip grunts, balls slapping loudly against you, the had of his cock pressing hard against your cervix.

“O-on what?” You lick your lips, back of your throat clicking, sweat and glitter smeared across your face, in your eyelashes.

“Where he put those hands.” Flip seethes, possession flaring up in him again and making you come, making you come just from that.

“Fuck me hard Philly, c’mon I – I can take it – yes!” You gasp, your body melting, short-circuiting, legs turning into jell-o.

Flip pulls out of you just long enough to turn you around and push you up against the wall. Your face presses against it, and he’s got one hand around your throat, holding you in place. You hum happily, pushing your ass back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust even as your knees turn in, even as you moan and whine and sigh as he milks your orgasm for all its worth.

He winds one of his hands around your hair and pulls tight, arching your back beautifully for him. He wishes he could see you, but it’s too dark, the low light only illuminating a few inches in front of him. Flip’s cock pulses and comes inside you by the time the next song ends, fucked you raw.

The both of you are breathing hard, and as Flip comes in you he feels some primal urge in him. Let everyone know who you belong to, he thinks. Not that you belong to anyone but yourself, but still. Let them all know who you want, who you keep, who you love.

You love him so much, and he loves you, loves you with everything he’s got, he should tell you as much, he knows you like hearing it when he says it.

“You’re gonna be the fuckin’ death of me one of these days honey.” He says instead, and you crack up.

He comes in you a little more, and then when he’s sure he won’t make too much of a mess, he pulls out. You turn around and sigh happily against the wall, arms reaching for him, pulling him close. Flip goes eagerly, wanting to be close to you always.

“Don’t be dramatic, kiss me instead.” You say, teasing him only a little.

“No.” Flip scowls, certain now that he’s come and has a clear head, that it was your plan all along to get him jealous. It worked, because of course it worked, but he doesn’t like admitting he’s so easy to get.

“You know you want to, you love kissing me, don’t you?” You bat your pretty lashes, and Flip doesn’t want to admit that either right now, but yeah, he really does.

So he kisses you, because it’s his favorite thing in the world, and you smile so wide against his lips that he has a hard time keeping a straight face. Beaming up at him, you card your fingers through his hair, so soft and sweet, bringing him back down to calm.

“I don’t like seeing you dancing with other men.” He mumbles, zipping up your halter top, putting your skirt back into place. Your panties are garbage, so he just shimmies them down your legs, stuffs them in his back pocket to sniff on a rainy day.

“I’m sorry honey, I won’t do it again.” You caress his cheek, light him up a new cigarette.

“It’s okay, I’ll just find you faster next time, promise.” He gratefully accepts the camel, blows a couple rings that make you roll your eyes.

“One more dance and then take me home?” You bump your hip against his, the two of you walking back out of the hallway, leaving the other couples and groups who are fucking one another to continue on their own fun.

“Make it two, and you got yourself a deal ketsl.” Flip breathes, and you grin and nod, pulling him back onto the dance floor, only having eyes for one another.

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inkedwarrior · 3 years

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Blue Ocean - Chapter One

AN: Alright, so here is the first chapter of my Saul Silva x reader fic. Hope you will enjoy it!

Pairing: Saul Silva x reader

”Stop fidgeting, you look fine,” Farah is eyeing you up and down, smiling. You stick your tongue out and flip your hair over your shoulder. Her smiles widens and she tugs on your hair making you yelp, swatting her hand away whilst trying to avoid falling down. You loved her to bits but she was excellent at driving you crazy.

”I’m not worried about my looks Farah, I’m just a bit nervous,” you say while looking around for your backpack. Spotting it next to your suitcase, you exhale and sit down. She takes a seat next to you and grabs your hand.

”Y/N, I promise, it will be alright. You already have good control of your powers and not to mention, you’re my sister,” she says the last bit with a laugh and you can’t help but to join her. Starting Alfea is a daunting thought, but knowing that your sister is going to be there right beside you makes everything a little bit easier. Still, you can’t help the feeling that something will go wrong. What if you don’t make friends? What if you don’t get along with your suit-mates? Sensing your worry, Farah grabs a hold of your hand.

”Hey, look at me. What did I just say? Everything will be fine and if anyone bothers you, I will just sic Saul and Andreas on them,” she never breaks eye contact and you feel yourself calming down. Starting her third year at Alfea, Farah already have a close knit group of friends. You remember her coming home after her first year, already having made good friends with her two roommates, an earth fairy called Rose and, to your big surprise, Princess Luna, the future queen of Solaria. She was quick to tell you that the princess was a kind and charming girl, nothing of what you would suspect a future monarch to be. Along with the two girls, she had also made good friends with a boy named Ben, whom you had met once when he and Rose stopped by your house during summer break. He was also an earth fairy, and you thought he and Rose made a beautiful couple. Last was the two specialists, Saul and Andreas. The six of them seemed to do everything together and you could tell that your sister truly had found friends for life.

”You know, I don’t mind you being quiet but it would be nice not the spend the entire journey in silence,” Farah nudges you and motions at your bags. Standing up, you slowly grab your backpack and suitcase. Looking around the house, you crack a smile.

”Let’s go, I’m ready, and just because you said that, I will talk the entire way there,” she laughs and grabs your hand again, pulling you towards the door. Following her out, you open the boot of the car, shoving your bags inside. Grabbing hers as well, she gets behind the wheel while you slam the boot shut. Settling in the passenger seat you turn towards her.

”So, I’ve already made a playlist and I will sing along to every song. Now that you’ve been warned, you can’t complain,” Farah rolls her eyes and starts the engine. Leaning back and fiddling with your phone, you think that maybe everything will turn out alright anyway.

Arriving at Alfea, you can’t help but to stare at the enormous building. The architecture is beautiful and you wish you could print this moment. You’re finally here, at the most prestigious school in the Otherworld, something that you’ve looked forward to since Farah first started. Forgetting why you where even nervous in the first place, you bound out of the car and open the boot to grab your things.

”Easy there, one might think you're about to wet yourself,” Farah closes the boot and looks around the courtyard. She spreads her arms out wide and turns to you.

”Welcome to Alfea. I hope you will love it just as much as I do,” you nod your head eagerly, too excited to say anything. Instead you reach for her hand and she smiles, taking it. You open your mouth to ask where you will be going but an excited squeal interrupts you.

”Farah, you’re finally here! We’ve been waiting forever, forever haven’t we Luna?” Rose is skipping across the yard with Luna following behind at a more sedate pace. Farah lets go of your hand in favour of embracing first Rose and then Luna. The three start chatting excitedly and you look around awkwardly. You can tell that Farah takes notice of your emotions quite quick because she turns towards you and gestures at the two other girls.

”Alright, so this is Y/N, my sister. She starting first year,” Rose is quick to embrace you too, and you gently hug her back. ”Yes, omg, it’s nice to see you again! Are you excited, I bet you’re excited,” talking five miles per hour, Rose babbles on and you barely have the chance to answer. Luna smiles at you and offers her hand.

”I’m Luna, it’s nice to finally meet you and put a face to your name. Farah here spends quite some time talking about you,” you smile and take her hand. ”Likewise and I could say the same about you Your Highness,” at the use of her title, she rolls her eyes and takes a step back.

”Don’t bother with the title dear, you can call me Luna,” you nod and turn towards Farah again, just in time to see that Ben has joined your group and has wrapped his arms around his very excited girlfriend. Farah is busy laughing at how Rose keeps bouncing up and down at the spot and Ben looks over at you. ”Y/N, hey, it’s good to see you again. Did you have a nice summer?”, nodding, you start up a conversation with him all while walking towards the fairy dorms. Rose continue to blabber on with Farah and Luna answering her. You and Ben follows a few steps behind, talking about a hike that you dragged Farah out of the house for. He laughs when you mention an incident involving mud and Farah turns around to protest.

”Hey, did any of you guys see Saul and Andreas? I haven’t seen them,” stopping outside what looks to be your suite, you place down your bags against the wall. Ben checks his phone and shakes his head.

”No, I talked to Saul before I left home, but I haven’t heard from him since then,” Rose leans against him and Luna takes a seat on the bench along the wall. Farah joins her with you opting for leaning against the doorway.

”Knowing them, they’re already down by the training area,” Luna rolls her eyes and shoves at your sister. You feel like you’re missing out on some joke, which you probably are. It reminds you that this is Farahs friends and that you don’t actually know them at all. Clearing your throat, you pull of off from the wall.

”Well, it was nice to meet all of you, but I should probably get inside and get settled,” you smile and pick up your bags again. They all say goodbye, heading away towards their own suites but your sister stays behind. You turn and walk inside the room, Farah following you quietly.

”I can unpack by myself, go join your friends,” she snorts and sits down at your bed. You sigh and after a moment you join her, leaning into her side. She grabs your hand and smooths your hair out with the other.

”They will survive a few more minutes without me, I want to make sure you’re okay and all,” you smile and shove her gently.

”Thank you, but I’m fine. I’ll see you at the mixer right?”, she stands and you stay seated. You can hear voices coming from the doorway and you assume that it’s your new suite-mates. Farah nods and bends down to give you a quick hug. Greeting the two girls in the doorway, she gives you a thumbs up and disappears around the corner. Standing, you head towards the open space in the middle of the suite to introduce yourself.

”Hi, my name is Y/N and I’m an air fairy. I’m assuming you’re my roommates?”, you hold out your hand and the black haired girl is first to grab it.

”Hi, I’m Cassia and I’m a water fairy. It’s nice to meet you,” she shakes your hand and smiles gently. You already like her. The other one, a tall girl with gorgeous blond locks introduces herself as Nyx and tells you that she is a mind fairy. The three of you start to unpack your belongings while asking each other questions and getting to know each other. Both girls are in slight awe when you mention that Farah is your older sister and it makes you wonder just how popular she is. Time flies and before you know it, you’re heading down to the mixer. Saying goodbye to your new friends, you look around for you sister, or any of her friends. Seeing none of them, you decide to wander, hoping that she will find you instead. You barely make two steps before you collide with something. Or rather someone.

”Woah, hey, easy there,” strong hands grab onto your arms holding you steady. Looking up, you’re met with the most beautiful eyes you’ve ever seen. Piercing ocean blue eyes stares down at you and frankly, you’re at a loss for words. He chuckles and offers you his hand.

”I’m Saul Silva, it’s nice to meet you.”

Tagging: @silvafox

#saul silva #saul silva x reader #saul silva/reader #fate the winx saga #saul silva imagine #farah dowling #ben harvey #queen luna #rose harvey

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theteddylupinexperience · 3 years

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The Concert | Dio Morrissey x f!reader

AN: not a lot to say about this one, aside from the fact that I’m actually really happy with how it turned out. I always love the “best friend’s younger sister” trope, and who better to do it with than our goth king himself. Thanks as always to @pascalpanic for hyping me up and listening to me rant about mosh pits. Enjoy!

Warnings: swearing, kissing, super mild punk show related violence, brief anxiety mention, Dio is a little cringey but you like it

“Kiddo, you’re not even gonna have fun,” your brother swears, “this band is harsh no doubt, I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“As sweet as your over protection is, you’re not ditching me tonight,” you roll your eyes. Your brother is sitting on your bathroom counter watching you get ready for the concert he promised a month ago he’d take you to. You know his concern comes from a genuine place, you’d only gotten into the goth scene fairly recently, and long time fans can be really intense with “virgins.”

“Hey, uh, is Shane gonna be there?” you ask, casually as you can manage. You attempt to continue with your black eyeshadow to avoid eye contact with your brother, but he sees right through you anyways.

“First of all, you have to call him Dio while we’re in public. You are not killing the vibe on your induction night. Second of all, gross. I’m sitting right here. Drool over my best friend on your own time.” Your brother pokes your forehead with one of your makeup brushes in a scolding manor.

“Okay well first of all,” you start, “this is my time because this is my bathroom. And second of all… do YOU have any weird nickname I should be aware of before I, and I quote, kill the vibe?”

Your brother flushes slightly, looking at the ground before answering, “Uh, it’s Ghost, actually.”

You narrow your eyes at him, biting back a laugh at how ridiculous he looks, bright red ears contrasting the Doc Martens currently kicking against the floor.

“Dio and… Ghost?” He just nods, looking up at you finally.

“Well alright, my knights in dirty ass Tripp pants.” The comment earns you a laugh, and you feel a small swell of pride rise in your chest. For as insufferable as you found each other a lot of the time, your older brother really was like your best friend. His group of friends had stuck together since middle school, and had absolutely taken you under their wing when you’d let yourself really fall into your darker side. Tonight was your first real night out with everyone, and you couldn’t pretend to be more nervous. You had known your brother’s best friend Shane, Dio, since you were in third grade and had always found him fascinating. You can’t deny that he’s gorgeous, tall and lean, always wearing a leather trench coat that accentuates those features. Full, plush lips, and deep brown eyes that you want to get lost in. Just as you find yourself actually getting lost in the thought of Dio, you’re startled back to reality when your brother turns your hair dryer on and blows it in your face.

“Yo, kid, did I lose you? We gotta go,” in your trance he’s managed to get his hair done and a subtly cool amount of eyeliner. You can only hope not to look like a child, or god forbid a drone, next to him and his friends. “Don’t be nervous, just get your shoes on.”

When you get your boots laced up, you give yourself one last glance in the mirror, fluffing your hair to make it look less obviously styled, and run out the door.

When you arrive at the venue, if you could call it that, it looks more like a rundown warehouse, the music is already in full swing. “The openers always fuckin’ suck, kid,” your brother had told you, “we always show up at least an hour late.”

You’re rocking nervously on your heels, stuck to the ground where your brother had told you to wait while he found the group and brought them over to you. You smile widely when you see them approaching you, but are quick to cover it with what you hope is a cool smirk. Out of place doesn’t even begin to describe how you feel, it would be more accurate to say you’re on a different plane of existence. You’ve managed to transcend discomfort and now have settled into a calmer state.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Wednesday Addams herself,” a deep voice calls out from the head of the pack.

“Hey Sh- uh, Dio,” you stammer as the king himself puts his hands on your shoulders to inspect your outfit. Your stomach drops when he brushes some hair from your face. “You look good. Like you put some thought into how you look, unlike the rest of these drones.” Your face lights up at his praise, and flushes quickly when he winks at you.

Your group makes their way towards the front of the stage when you hear the headlining band announced. The first few songs go off without a hitch, the crowd moves in a seething, pulsing way to the music, and you find yourself moving along with them. You catch Dio’s eyes a couple times to find him already looking at you, his expression relaxed and amused, but his eyes dark as he takes in everything around him. You’re about to walk over and ask him to dance with you when you hear from the stage, “Alright everybody, let’s open this fucking pit!”

Your eyes widen briefly, but you try your best to stay cool in front of your brother and his friends. You can only imagine how lame Dio would find you if you lost your cool because of some moshing. Unfortunately, in your attempt to save face, you’ve distracted yourself to the people around you and find yourself getting shoved, almost to the ground. Your brother hurries over and helps you up, and you assure him you’re fine. It’s nothing you can’t handle. He keeps his grip on you a moment longer, and ruffles your hair before jumping into the circle pit himself. You do your best to keep dancing around, staying away from everyone jumping and shoving each other as much as you can, and for a few minutes you’re surprisingly successful.

The next song that plays is even more intense than the last, and you find yourself crowded against the stage trying to stay away from everything. Your heart rate quickens, and you can feel an anxiety attack trying to creep its way up your spine. You look around desperately, searching for your brother so you can beg him to take you home, when a hand on your shoulder startles you.

Warm brown eyes search your own, “Didn’t mean to scare you, darling, but do you want to get out of here?”

You nod up at Dio, and he takes your hand, guiding you in front of him towards a side door. One of his hands rests protectively against the small of your back, and you shudder at the warmth. You’re outside, the air is cool against the sweat on your skin, and yet Dio’s hand never leaves yours.

“D’you wanna sit?” He gestures to a bench resting against the side of the building.

“I-” your voice cracks, and you clear your throat to find some volume, “Sure, that sounds nice.”

The pair of you sit in silence for a moment while you catch your breath, you can feel Dio’s eyes boring into you, but can’t bear to look at him. “God, I’m so sorry, Shane,” you whisper, “Er, Dio, fuck, sorry again.”

“Don’t apologize, darling, it’s just you and me out here.” You finally dare to look up, and he’s smiling gently at you, holding both of your hands in one of his, and rubbing the other soothingly up your back. “I know the first time can be intense, to say the least. It’s a madhouse in there, and those fucking drones don’t know any better than to push everyone around. It should be a crime to scare or shove anyone as perfect as you.”

You huff out a strangled laugh at his words, and move your hands to fiddle with the rings on his fingers. “Why are you being so nice to me?”

“Because you’re my best friend’s little sister,” he starts, and his grip on your back tightens when disappointment crosses your features, “and because you are the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on. If someone as ethereal as you will even allow me in your presence, I have done something right.”

You turn your body towards him completely, searching his face. The strong, confident, devil may care Dio from inside is nothing compared to the patient, sweet, borderline insecure Shane you’re talking to out here. You reach your hand up to caress his face, smoothing down his dyed black curls, tracing your thumb against his full bottom lip. Shane melts into your touch, a content sigh leaving his lips at the contact, the heat of your skin against his feels more powerful than the sun at this moment. When you run your thumb nail against the sensitive skin behind his ear, his eyes snap open.

“Can I- would you… would you be mad if I kissed you?” He asks, his voice shy, but his eyes full of want.

‘I’ll be mad if you don’t,” you laugh incredulously. Shane places one hand against your jaw, and the other one slides up your back to rest in your hair. The cool metal of his rings feels electric, but nothing could compare to the jolt you feel when his lips meet yours. He’s soft, so much gentler than you imagined he’d be, and he takes his time losing himself in the feeling of your lips moving against his. He pulls away too soon, and you grab the front of his jacket to pull him back to you.

This kiss is not as gentle, but it is equally as sweet and intoxicating. His hand tightens on your scalp, and his tongue presses against the seam of your lips. You gasp, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue against yours. He tastes like clove cigarettes and Jaeger, and it’s fucking incredible. He’s more perfect than your wildest dreams of him, and the low moan he lets out when you scratch your nails up his back makes you reconsider everything you’ve ever thought about heaven.

Eventually you have to breathe, so you pull back just a bit and rest your forehead against his. “Wow,” you manage to get out. Shane laughs, the sound is more musical than anything you’ve heard tonight.

“Wow is correct, my darling, you are truly more ethereal than I could have fathomed.” He kisses you again, softly on the lips, and then places another on your cheek. “Do you think I could take you out for real sometime soon?”

You bite your lip to prevent a giddy smile from breaking across your face, and nod quickly. “I actually found this record store with its own coffee shop a couple towns over, we could check that out, maybe? I mean, I’ve liked you since freshman year, so anything you want to do would be perfect. You’re perfect, Dio.”

His ears flush an adorable pink, and he smiles almost shyly up at you. “Shane,” he says, “Call me Shane.”

You beam up at him, “Shane.”

He stands up, takes your hand, and leads you back into the concert venue. Walking arm in arm with the king, you feel like you could jump right in the middle of that mosh pit and come out on top. Shane guides you back to your friends, and you try not to get overwhelmed by the stares and whispers when people see you together. Your brother catches a glimpse of you, his eyes drop down to where your hand is connected with Shane’s, and you brace yourself for an obnoxious or over protective comment.

“It’s about goddamn time.”

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal imagine #shane dio morrissey #dio morrissey #dio morrissey imagine #dio morrissey x reader

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melancholy-mikey · 4 years

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New perspective | C.H

summary: reader has never managed to get herself off, and in the middle of a rather disappointing masturbation session, Calum comes to her rescue.

word count: 1950+

pairing: Calum Hood x fem!reader

includes: intense sexual themes, brief mentions of masturbation, oral (female receiving)

song rec: new perspective - panic! at the disco

a/n: thoughts and feedback are greatly appreciated, my loves :)

With a huff, her shoulders slumped disappointedly, her lips curling down ever so slightly out of frustration. She muttered a couple inaudible expletives under her breath, her body just not cooperating with her like she had wanted it to.

Yet again, she had attempted trying it, though to no avail, and she hadn't a clue what on earth she could be doing wrong. Was it her fingers? Were they not long enough? Maybe she was doing it wrong. Whatever it was, she just couldn't get herself off. She had tried countless of times, over and over again, and it felt good, really good, however the build up she had worked so hard for just never seemed to release. The feeling in the pit of her stomach never erupted, her legs would tremble, the feeling so astonishing, as if she was at her peak. She wasn't. She never let go, just came down from a load of worked up pleasure, not an orgasm. And even though she knew she couldn't help it, she still decided to blame herself, fingers fiddling with the blankets that barely covered her naked bottom half as she lay in her bed.

She had been staying in a rather luxurious villa with her friends, Luke insisting that she tag along on their holiday, claiming it would be a good time to get some inspiration, though it was a given that all he wanted was a bit of freedom, some sun and sea would do him good. So, with a room all to herself, she certainly wasn't going to put it to waste. She would relax herself as much as she could, and she had a method in mind, she was just very unfortunate. This wasn't at all different to any normal day. She sighed, rubbing a hand over her face in misfortune, the sheets shifting along her bare breasts, the little droplets of sweat she had earned still accumulated her forehead.

"Need some help, darling?" Her head snapped to the intruder, eyes widening before quickly shoving the sheets over her body, trying her hardest not to let that strawberry blush coat her cheeks, though she became noticeably flushed and if the room hadn't been so dark, she was more than sure he would've seen it. He would've smirked, but that would've been no different to what was painted upon his lips already.

"Please. Go away," she spoke exasperated, chest heaving, not only from her friend Calum, but from the built up frustration she had given herself.

He clicked his tongue in mock disappointment, easing himself away from the doorframe and quickly closing the door. It had only been open a crack, though maybe it was the noises she had made, disappointment and satisfaction. She had a feeling that was it.

"Come on, baby," the moonlight reflected off his eyes as he moved deeper into her room, "you seem so frustrated," he was extremely right, and the enticing look in his eyes almost immediately made her want to say yes, however she wasn't so sure, her mind flickering with possible scenarios of the morning after. She just hoped to god it wouldn't be awkward.

"You'll be able to finally cum, and I," he smiled whilst biting that pretty bottom lip of his. "Well, I get to see this gorgeous body of yours, don't I, pretty girl?" She whimpered slightly, though loud enough for Calum to hear. He smirked, crouching down next to her side of the bed, grasping the covers and peeling them away from her body. She was completely naked, a light sheen of sweat coated her body and made her look so deliciously sexy, he couldn't refrain his cock from twitching under his jeans at the sight.

His eyes flickered to the sight of her two fingers, her slick noticeably coating two of her digits. Grabbing a hold of her wrist, he brought them to his mouth, letting her slip her fingers into his mouth at her own accord, humming around them from the taste, mouth detaching from them with a pop.

"Tell me, sweetie," his one hand trailed along her jaw, thumb stroking her cheek causing ear eyes to flutter shut. "Has any man made you cum?"

She shook her head, no, completely under his spell, utterly smitten and her submissive side coming out to play.

"Good," he smiled, "I'm the only man that can," she bit her lip, looking up at him from under her lashes, his body now on top of hers, hovering over her dominantly.

"I-I'm not sure if you can," she muttered, not intending to sound playful nor cocky, but more insecure and shy. She didn't want to disappoint, and he could see that as he stared at her with glossy eyes and smiling lips.

"Well, we'll see about that," his face was inches away from hers, mouth ghosting over her lips, teasing her by pulling away before she pushed towards him. "I'm gonna make you feel so good, pretty girl."

His mouth attached to hers firmly, their lips coming together into a hard but nonetheless passionate kiss, one hand supporting him above her, while the other weaved itself into her hair, tugging and pulling ever so slightly earning little groans in response.

Her heart rate grew furious, thumping in her ears from the close proximity of Calum. He had always been a flirt, though she had the idea that he was like this with anything that had a pulse. She just shrugged it off, she didn't consider herself as anyone special, though the moment he stepped foot into her bedroom, she couldn't ignore that hint of excitement and need in the pit of her stomach, not even beginning to acknowledge the crush that she had built up on him for god knows how long.

Strong hands traveled down her sides, squeezing her hips before stopping in their tracks, smoothing over the apex of her thighs softly, feeling her skin beneath his rough fingertips. Spreading her legs apart at the knee, he took in the sight of her, her bare pussy in front of him completely catching him off guard by how wet she had become.

"Oh, sweetheart," he breathed, "you're dripping." Her hands stroked up and down his already bare back - Calum decided on discarding it way before he had even gotten outside of her door. "Messy girl."

With a quick peck to her lips and a slight adjustment in his position, his head was between her legs, his already bruised lips trailing up the inside of her thighs, switching sides between every kiss. Her hips bucked up impatiently, whining every now and again for him to get on with it, though she inwardly enjoyed the attention he was paying to her, the time he was taking and how attentively he spent it, she enjoyed that very much.

"You have no idea. How long. I've been waiting to do this." His voice was muffled by her skin as he spoke through kisses. "How long I've been waiting to kiss you, to taste you," he paused all movements, using this time to gaze into her pretty eyes. "To fuck you," she let out an involuntary moan, chest puffing up and down from how heavy her breathing had gotten. It was all because of him, because of Calum.

"God, babe, we've been friends for years and seeing you with other guys, it makes me- it makes me jealous," he nipped at a patch of skin on her left leg, so, so close to her pussy it almost hurt from how frustrated she had gotten. Though it was nothing compared to only moments ago, this was the good kind.

"And knowing that they didn't pleasure my baby girl- I gotta make you feel good, my darling," he stuttered slightly, the look in his eyes getting harsher, irises getting increasingly darker, his words made the thumping of her clit increase in pace, causing her to struggle in his tight yet tolerable grasp.

"Only I am able to make you cum, princess," he smirked, "nobody else. Just me."

Without even a hint of a warning, his lips were around her peaked clit, throbbing furiously and finally getting the satisfaction she needed. His tongue swiped over her bundle of nerves, sucking harshly whilst collecting her arousal for extra lubricant. Breathy moans and whiny whimpers sounded throughout the room, y/n couldn't help but to let the noises slip, even after trying ever so hard to keep them in. She knew she was a goner the minute his tongue slipped inside of her, thrusting in and out of her so skillfully, for a second she had wondered how many girls he had possibly done this to. Though she quickly shook that from her mind, she wanted to enjoy it as much as she could, afraid she wouldn't ever experience this kind of pleasure again.

"O-oh, Cal!" Her head snapped back, eyes squeezing shut, such obscene noises falling from her lips, she hadn't a clue she had it in her.

"Feels so good," she could feel him smirk against her heat, joyous to have his gorgeous girl moaning his name like that.

He knew he was good, but he didn't quite realise how much exactly.

The cockiness soon faded, however, as she tugged at his short hair, her lips stuttering as she tried desperately to get her chosen words out.

"I-I'm going to cum, Calum." her voice came out in gasps, her breathing far from steady as she braced herself for the impact that was about to come. She knew it would be big, after all, she hadn't really ever experienced an orgasm before. "Cal, I'm so close. I'm so, so close. So close,"

"I know, darling, let go for me," he decided against adding a finger inside of her, knowing that if he did, it would be too much. She hadn't ever felt this good before, God, Calum felt like a dream. Course, she had been with other men, though the few she had been with never managed to make her feel as good as he did, let alone get her to cum. "I want you to make me proud, babe. I want you to cum on my tongue."

With one last swipe of his tongue and a couple kitten licks towards her clit, her legs had started to shake, her orgasm washing over her like an immense tidal wave she would be lucky to get away from. No words, nor noises (except the little grunts that managed to escape) fell from her lips. Her body stuttered silently, pussy quivering, clit still throbbing though not in need, in satisfaction. Satisfaction from letting go. Letting go after such a long time of building up her release though never managing to chase it down, always letting it slip through her fingers at the last second. Not this time.

Coming down from her high, she began to laugh, her sweet little breathy giggles bouncing off the walls and becoming a new form of music to his ears as his mouth detached from her, smiling up at her cheekily, though the adoration and awe was evident and obvious in his smiling eyes.

"D'that feel good, princess?" He questioned, already knowing her answer, just wanting the satisfaction of hearing how good he had been, letting out what sounded like a purr from him as a response to her grateful answer. He climbed up next to her, being ever so careful where he put his hands, knowing how sensitive she had gotten, her pretty figure still trembling.

"Rest up, my love." His hands cradled her cheeks warmly, nuzzling his nose against hers, though eyes still dark with what she guessed was lust. "We've got a lot to get through."

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lil-pine-mha-drabbles · 3 years

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Can u please write a Shoto fanfic (or could be for multiple characters) inspired by Murders by Miracle Musical? 😭😭😭 The line "all for nothing at all" hits very VERY hard for me. Can u make it as angst as possible too?

Todoroki Shoto x Murderer Reader

I listened to that song a bunch and still my brain didn’t process all of the story in that song, I hope that you will still enjoy this. I did work hard and I think I did ok, but I put my own spin on it.

TW: A LOT of blood, a few swear words, and heavy(ish) angst.

I got too into the storyline I forgot all the actual angst I was supposed to put in.

Here are some people that inspire me, @alpha-bnha-boys and @random-mha-thoughts

There are 2567 words to read below the line!

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Were the woods always this scary?

The leaves rustled and the wind whistled as it sifted through the dark branches. It would have been a peaceful day if it weren’t for the darkness that had been put over the woods. You looked up through the cracks in the leaves to see that the sky was beginning to darken as well. You picked up your axe and wiped of the blood of the animal laying dead on the ground, the blood pooling around your feet. The smell was enticingly sweet, the scent of blood always fascinated you. As you grew older you figured out your favorite type of blood was human, there was something about the fact that there was no fur to get matted when the liquid gushed out leaving you in excitement to see the beautiful color on the white or chocolate skin.

You may be a murderer but you didn’t discriminate. You hoped desperately to find another human in these woods to harvest but you would wait and kill others patiently. The hunt is what you enjoyed; the feeling of raw adrenaline as you ran after your prey.

You had a quirk, and that quirk was a shifting quirk. You could change into any animal; real or fantasy that you could think of, but... whatever you choose you keep the appetite and diet of that chosen creature for a week.

If say, you wanted to be a horse, you would eat grass for a week, even after shifting back, if you wanted to be a dragon, you would be eating meat and spewing fire all week.

But, if you shifted into a herbivore then into a carnivore, you would not only be eating meat AND plants, you would have double the hunger for blood. To most people that would horrify them, but since you drank blood like apple juice, you had no problem going on a killing spree to sedate your desire.

You picked up the blood in the buckets you brought and rang out the already mangled body over the container. Finally you grabbed your shovel and dug by a dried tree. Soil that has a calcium deficiency ate up bodies quickly. If you buried and animal under a tree, the roots would wrap around the white bones in haste to receive their needed vitamin.

After the burial was complete you picked up the two buckets and walked to your cabin.

Now, these woods were special. There was a fountain of mirrors which showed your true inner self but only few have seen it. Those who have are trapped in the woods forever to guard the fountain from others who wish to see themselves.

You sniffed the air and quietly put down your buckets when you smelled it. Fresh prey.

Someone was in the woods whether they’re lost or they’re looking for the fountain, you don’t care, you’ll drink them up either way and leave their bones to the trees of the forest.

You turned into a bunny and jumped over boulders and bushes to reach the heavenly smell. It was sweeter then any human you have ever smelled, but it was surrounded by two other people. Well, you could eat two and save the sweetest for later, like a dessert.

There was a girl and two boys walking with picnic baskets through your woods. The girl was wearing bright pink, easy to spot. One boy had green hair that just made you want to rip out and watch the blood fall from the open scalp.

The last was the sweetest one. His hair was red and white, he would be easy to track down. If he ran you could sniff him out, or look through the darkness for his bright self.

The girl would be easiest to lure, you thought. She would like to chase the cute little bunny, but would ultimately get eaten by the big bad wolf.

You hopped out in front of the girl and her eyes went wide as she squealed to the boys next her how cute you were.

“Hoe, I am gorgeous, not cute.” You thought to yourself bitterly.

You hopped a little father away and the white and red haired boy tried to stop her.

“Uraraka, it’s dangerous in these woods, I wouldn’t recommend chasing the bunny.” He looked through you like he knew everything about you and you shook with anticipation.

Oh, this would be fun.

“Look, it’s cold. It’s shaking so much... please, I gotta help it.” You rolled your eyes and hopped away looking like you were limping. Your sweetest prey just sighed and waved her off like he knew she would be killed by you. The girl smiled and ran after you while the boys waited on the path for her.

When you lead her far enough that the boys wouldn’t see your smallest dragon form, you changed rapidly, stretching over her, your head curled around to the other side so she couldn’t run. You let her scream and then bit.

The blood squelched in your mouth as the neck snapped and your eyes rolled back at how good the flavor was. You sucked and sucked until she was nothing but a dried carcass on the floor.

You flew to the trees in your terrifying black creature form. “The Black Chaos.” The only way to describe this form is it looks like the chupacabra. Black fur that looked like porcupine quills, tail covered in spikes, claws as thin and as sharp as the sharpest knife, and wings that could cut through the thickest tree trunks in your way.

The two boys ran as fast as they could to where they heard the scream only for the green one to start bawling about his love, and your sweet, sweet prey looked around to assess the situation. He looked at all the trees till he locked eyes with you. His left side covered it self in flames and his right put a field of ice around his now screaming friend. You smiled at him, teeth glistening with the blood of the girl. Your eyes stayed on him as you flew up and over the trees.

He breathed a small sigh of relief, thinking you had left until he heard his ice shatter and you fly out, holding his last friend’s neck between your teeth. He was paralyzed with fear while sucked all of the blood from his friend while you locked eyes.

He couldn’t maintain eye contact much longer and turned to the side to throw up. You changed your form into your human body and watched from a distance curiously. Why did he feel sick? You were only eating a meal. Did he dislike you?

You had never felt this feeling before. It was one of dread and confusion, maybe, guilt. You watched him spill his guts for a bit more before he wiped his mouth and looked at you sitting on the ground, legs crossed, head tilted like a confused child.

“Why do you come to my woods, red one?” You asked.

“Why did you eat my friends?!”

“I was just having dinner, what’s the big deal? I’d rather have meals then friends.” You stated to him plainly.

He looked at you funny.

“I’m not afraid of death. When will you kill me?”

“Rather bold of you to think I was going to eat my dessert on a full stomach.” You looked at your black claw-like nails in thought.

“Dessert?”

“Dessert, your starting to get on my nerves. I might just keep you as punishment.”

“Is this some kind of sick twisted flirting?!” Tears streamed down his face, his eyes puffy red, and the darkness around him made you almost purr he looked so gorgeous.

“Is it working?” This time you did purr, your words surprised the boy as he flopped down onto the floor in defeat. “Well?” You asked again.

“Maybe you should have come up like a normal person and asked me on a date instead of EATING MY FRIENDS!?”

“I can see why you’re mad, but what is ‘date’?”

“A date, like where you take someone you might want to marry out to dinner or something.”

“Like a courtship then?”

“How old are you?” He asked curiosity lacing his voice as you purred because of the lovely sound.

“I was born in 1823. Lovely time I must admit, until they tried to burn me at the stake because I was the only person with a quirk.” You rolled your eyes then smile suddenly at the boy in front of you.

“How,” he coughed, “how old were you when you were killed?”

“Oh dear me, no, I wasn’t killed! I escaped into these woods, of course!!” Your smile must’ve grown larger because he looked like he became more uncomfortable. “Sorry, I smile too much.”

“No, you don’t smile too much, I just became uncomfortable because I’m sitting right next to my best friends’ corpses. No biggie.” He said with what you believed was sarcasm.

“I remember the first time I sat next to my best friend’s dead corpse, my father killed her when he found us kissing behind the barn! He wasn’t pleased that his daughter was becoming a ‘whore’. But! I showed him, after years of abuse from that bastard, I sucked his brains right out of his empty eye sockets! Good times, good times!” You laughed bitterly. “You probably think I’m some freak right? A girl can’t like girls and guys, it’s immoral.”

“Well, that’s not why I find you a freak, but you’re fine. It’s called being a bisexual. It’s not super new but it’s definitely more widely excepted now days.” He smiled at you slightly which made you smile a bit.

You two talked through the night like that. He explained that his father was emotionally and physically abusing him, and he had problems with showing emotion because of it. He wasn’t exactly “okay” with you killing his friends but he seemed more excepting then anyone you could think of.

You’d been with Shoto for months now. He was forever forced to stay in the woods. (With you not letting him leave only to go back to his father, it could be quite difficult.)

You talked about everything and anything, he taught you how to cook meat and how to prepare a meal without drinking blood. You stayed in your human form for the rest of the time he was with you and the only animals you were ever allowed to transform into were herbivores, which made sense. You hadn’t eaten raw meat in months and you thought you were doing better.

You thought.

You warned him. “Full moon is coming, stay in the cabin when I’m out, don’t leave. I won’t be able to control myself.” You told him, over, and over, and OVER. He didn’t LISTEN.

You were out in your most dangerous form, the Black Chaos. Wings spread out you hunted without being able to stop yourself. This was the only time of year you physically couldn’t restrain yourself from hurting others, and killing, and hunting.

Over the past hundreds of years that you’ve roamed these woods, this was the only time you were scared of yourself. You hated the way you couldn’t control yourself when you smell the slightest bit of sweet blood.

You had hunted ninety-nine beasts in the forest, bears, wolves, bunnies, foxes, dogs, dear, frogs, if they had meat on them, they were dead. Every time you hunt like this you count how many you kill.

It’s always a hundred. Exactly.

The moon was falling fast and you felt yourself slowly come back but something wasn’t right, you had seen a few animals pass you but you had no intention of killing them, yet you only had ninety-nine.

What was your body waiting for?

You looked out towards where the sun was rising and felt yourself stay on edge. Whatever was happening, Black Chaos still held the rains of your body.

That’s when it hit. The sweetest scent, Shoto.

He must’ve left the cabin looking for you now that the sun had risen, you wanted to call out to him, scream, “run!!! Stay away!!” But no words left your mouth as your body surged forward, bounding on all fours, not even utilizing your wings.

You saw the head of red and white hair in the distance and you finally let out and agonizing scream. “RUN!!!” That was all you could say before your eyes turned red and he turned and ran.

The chase was on.

You could hear his breathy huffs as he ran you could hear the leaves crunch under his feet, his sobs that wracked his body as his tears fell. He was terrified, of YOU.

You were screaming and crying and trying to stop this mess but the thing inside you wouldn’t stop seeking blood, his blood.

Finally after twenty minutes of running and crying on both parts, he tripped and you loomed over him, your long black tongue lolled out and touched his face, caressing it sweetly, wiping his tears as his chest rose and fell rapidly. Not only from all of the running, but also the fear of you.

He always said he wasn’t afraid of death but after looking into your eyes, your eyes that held death, he realized something. He was afraid, but he was in love with death. He loved you. YOU. The one who comforted him and joked with him and learned how to be human from him.

“I love you!” He yelled out as your long tentacle tongue wrapped around his neck, your teeth inches away from biting down.

“I love you so much it aches! I want to live with you forever! I want to teach you to be human and hug you when you’re sad!” He cried and cried and watched as your own tears fell for your eyes.

Then you bit down.

You screamed in agonizing pain as your only love was ripped from you by yourself. You did this. Your human form came back to you and you slammed you fists on Shoto’s chest.

“I love you so fucking much!”

“I’m so sorry!!! I’m so sorry!! I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry... I’m so—“ your laid your head on his chest and cried and cried and cried.

Shoto’s hands moved to your face and wiped your tears.

“I love you too. You’re wonderful.”

You hugged him tightly crying harder in relief. How was he alive?

“It’s cliché to say that your love woke me up, but look at where we are.”

You look around and a smile made it’s way to your face. You were in the Fountain of Mirrors. The water had already healed Shoto’s neck.

He had tripped into the shallow pool when you were chasing him and you were too worried about him to see that you were surrounded by the water.

“You’re a guardian now. Of the woods, I mean.” You laughed threw your sobs.

“I know. And I will be forever.”

And so, you and Shoto live in the forest of Murder for the rest of the days of the earth. You looked into the mirror to see yourself a beautiful swan, you were no longer Black Chaos, you were White Savior, helping all people away from the fountain instead of gobbling them up.

The End.

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Unexpected Allies - Chapter 10

Fandom: Six of Crows

Pairing: Kaz/female!Reader

Summary: Kaz finally gets some revenge

Warnings: mentions of torture and some nudity, but no smut

Notes: ok, so I didn’t write out a torture scene, I just left it to the imagination because I cannot do justice to the type of havoc Kaz would reek on Rollins. Also, there is some nudity in this but no smut, I do have the reader cleaning Kaz though and I tried hard to make sure it sounded and felt right with where their relationship is at so don’t expect anything sexy in this chapter at all

Y/N had left Kaz’s tent a little after 10 bells. She started walking around asking about Rollins and where he would be, making sure she talked some shit about the Dregs in the process. She wanted this to seem completely her thing. This led her to the back of the drinking tent where he was relieving himself. She waited; her face crinkled in disgust. She couldn’t believe she was going to let him touch her. She understood just a sliver of how Kaz must feel when anyone touches him at that moment. It wasn’t nearly the same, but she was sure that he must have felt nasuas all the time, she would have to tell him that he really could take his time with touching her if this was how it was. Finally, Rollins turned around the saw her watching him.

“So, ditching the Dregs little lady?” he asked, walking over. He smelled like he took a bath in kvas and it made her hold her breath as she smiled at him.

“They didn’t appreciate what I did so I ditched the Dregs, they’re no fun. I heard you were fun, thought maybe you’d want to see a little place I have out of the camp,” she offered, looking up at him from hooded lids. He smiled like he won a prize and threw a bulky arm around her shoulders, letting her lead him.

As they walked, he whispered in her ear, kissed her head, and smelled her hair. It took everything in her to not vomit and when the hut came into sight, she quickened her step. By that time Rollins had worked himself into an excited frenzy and threw open the cabin door and pushed her in, slamming the door. Rollins hauled off and punched her in the face as soon as the door shut, knocking her to the ground. For a moment she was terrified, thinking that Kaz hadn’t come, and that Rollins was going to try and kill her, then a crack rang out and Rollins fell to the ground and Kaz was standing there, cane aloft again in case the first hit hadn’t subdued him.

Kaz looked at Y/N, seeing her face cut from the hit Rollins had given her and he knelt down next to her. He reached out, hand settling on her shoulder gently, squeezing. He held it there until she told him she was ok and then he snapped it back. Progress, slow progress.

Once he knew she was alright he turned his attention back to Rollins. He was moving to get him tied to the table but before he could muster up the courage to actually move him Y/N was up and moving. She put him on the table and tied his hands and feet. Kaz looked at her and nodded. Then he looked at the door. He knew that she would stay and watch all of this with him, but this was private, something just for him and Rollins. If he was completely honest with himself, he would admit that he also wanted her to not him like this, Dirtyhands out and on display. He didn’t want her to see how much of a monster he was inside, that part was going to be kept away from her.

“Kaz, I’ll stay if you want,” she said. Kaz shook his head.

“No, please, I don’t want you to see this. This is between me, Rollins, and the ghost of my brother,” he said. She nodded.

“There’s a stream nearby, it may be freezing but I’ll be there cleaning up,” she said. Kaz nodded and made sure she was gone before he started, bringing forth all of the things that he had been planning since he was 9 years old. Rollins had a debt to pay and Kaz Brekker was going to cash him in.

Y/N had stripped completely and slid into the water. It was just around waist high and felt like she was going to freeze to death, but she needed to scrub every inch of her body and get the feeling on his hands off of her. She could hear screams coming from where the hut was and the devil that lived in her heart smiled. Good, let the scumbag suffer for what he had done to Kaz. Y/N had pieced together an idea of what had happened. She was guessing that Kaz had an older brother at one time and that when they were young Rollins had killed him in some manner, something that made Kaz how he was, had almost broken him in his mind. Y/N could never think of Kaz as broken, but she knew that’s what he thought of himself. He didn’t have to speak for her to know most of his thoughts, their understanding of each other ran deep and was one of the things that she loved about him. They could speak without words and it was amazing.

A sound broke her from her thoughts, and she looked up to see Kaz standing on shore, covered in blood. He started stripping quick, climbing into the water himself and scrubbing. He was tense, almost an animalistic frenzy to his movements as he tried to rinse himself off. Y/N walked over and almost touched him but stopped.

“Kaz,” she said, her voice once again seeming to break through to him. He looked at her, eyes still maniacal, a crazed smile on his face. His hands hadn’t stopped scrubbing his chest and it was starting to get red.

“I did it, I made him suffer like he made Jordie suffer,” he said, the smile getting bigger. Y/N nodded and smiled back at him. “I…why does it hurt.” He looked down seeing that he had scrubbed so hard that he was bleeding.

“I can help you, but I’m going to have to touch you,” she said. He looked at her and for a moment she thought he was going to tell her to leave him but then he slumped a little and nodded. He was exhausted and the adrenaline of the kill was leaving his body. She picked up her coat and ripped some off the bottom and dipped it in the water and as gently as could she wiped it over his chest, getting the last bits of blood off.

“I don’t think I’ve ever really seen a woman naked before,” Kaz said suddenly. She laughed and looked at him. “I should be closing my eyes, shouldn’t I?” She rolled her eyes at him.

“O please, once you hatch a torture and murder plot together seeing each other naked it the next logical step,” she said. “Can I clean your face too? Or is that too much?”

“Start and I’ll let you know,” he said, standing still. She gently wiped his face and he breathed deeply to keep himself calm. He felt a little off with her touch on his bare cheeks, but he wasn’t sick from it, in time the off feeling might even go away. After a few minutes he waved a hand and she stopped, tossing the rag aside. She took a step back and they both just stared at each other, taking in each other’s forms. Kaz slowly studied her stomach and found that he liked the roundness of it, leading to large hips that he wanted so badly to wrapped around him. That thought made him start seeing bodies again so he pushed it away for another day. He let his eyes move up past her breasts and to her face, arguably the part he liked best about her. Her face was round and just so full of life and light, something he wished that he had sometimes.

“You have to be the most gorgeous man I have ever seen,” Y/N said after a time, meeting his eyes again. He felt himself blush a little as they moved to the shore to dress again. The headed back to the hut where she lit Rollins on fire and let his body burn. They watched together for a few minutes before going back to his tent and climbing into bed.

“You know most ladies would talk their man out of killing someone,” Kaz said, looking at her. He noticed how she always left her hand outstretched to him and tonight he squeezed her hand once before pulling away. “You have a heart of steel love, bulletproof.” Y/N laughed.

“If my heart is bulletproof then you have a hollowpoint smile, shot right through my heart in seconds,” she said, staring at him. She sat in thought for a minute, and he laughed.

“Something on your mind?” he asked. She nodded.

“More of your song just came to me,” she said. He sat up on his elbow and looked at her confused. She was writing a song for him? He never thought he would be the type that people wrote songs about and he was flattered.

“Can…can I hear it?” he asked. She shook her head. “Why not?”

“It’s not finished; I won’t let you hear it until its done. When it is, you’ll be the first person I find,” she said, yawning near the end. She closed her eyes, and he watched her drift off to sleep. Kaz had to admit that tonight she had earned her blood-soaked crown and in his mind no one else would ever take it from her. She was his queen now.

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