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mellowswriting · 3 years

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pairing || Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

summary || You’ve been having a hard week. There’s nothing Steve loves more than taking care of his girl.

word count || 2,318

warnings || oral sex (f receiving), vaginal fingering, soft!dom Stevie, slight degradation but like... sweetly? idk, unprotected sex, slightest breeding kink if ya squint, slight cockwarming

a/n || Hello yes it is I, the local harlot here to bless you with some smut and feel goods in a totally not self indulgent fic bc I was having a hard week.

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It had been nearly an entire week since you had seen Steve.

Normally, that wouldn’t have been a problem. Hell, there had been times where you didn’t see him for months when things got tricky on his missions. It was more the fact that in the time he had been gone, you had barely slept more than a handful of hours a night if you were lucky and the one thing that was like magic for your insomniac brain was Steve’s embrace. It all started when you accidentally stayed awake into the hours of the early morning. The muse had struck and given you the blessing of inspiration that quickly became a curse of not being unable to set aside your work until it felt just right. That wasn’t until three in the morning, of course. Then you napped the next day from the lingering sleepiness, effectively throwing your sleep schedule entirely out of whack.

Little things that usually would be a minor annoyance at best left you viscerally frustrated, each inconvenience building one upon another until you were left too overwhelmed to complete even the simplest of tasks. You managed to trudge your way through your other responsibilities, leaving you with only laundry and tidying the kitchen to concern yourself with but the pile of clean laundry that sat in front of you waiting to be folded felt impossible. Instead of feeling proud of how much you had already accomplished, you were angry with yourself for not getting more done. Tears of frustration pricked your eyes, which only made you feel even more ridiculous.

The sound of the front door opening and closing broke you out of your annoyed trance of glaring at the laundry basket and you quickly wiped the tears away when you heard a familiar voice calling from the entryway, “I’m home!”

“Hey,” You said, your voice cracking slightly as you greeted Steve as he paused to lean over the couch and kiss the top of your head.

“Are you okay?” Concern tinged his voice, his eyebrows furrowed on that pretty face of his as he studied your current state. Your mouth opened and closed, trying to find a way to say it without sounding pathetic but you couldn’t. Shoulders slumped, you leaned back into the cushions with a long sigh. “Oh, honey. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I haven’t slept right in days.” You looked up at him with a pitiful look. “I haven’t slept right in days and I’m exhausted and I spent the entire day cleaning and the only thing I have left to do is this damn laundry, but I’m so tired, and -”

“Whoa, whoa,” Steve sat next to you to bring you into a firm hug, rubbing your back soothingly. If there was one thing you knew for sure, it was that your lover gave the best hugs. He made you feel like the only person in the entire world. “Let me help, okay?”

“What? No,” You grumbled stubbornly. “You just got back from a mission, Steve, you need to sit and relax.”

“It was just reconnaissance.” Steve assured you. “I sat in a car with Bucky for a few days and then sat in debriefings for a few more - the last thing I need is to be sitting around on my ass.”

“Language,” You teased gently, chuckling when he gave you a glare that held no real heat.

“Go on, get your book. Relax for a little bit and let me take care of things.” Steve’s voice had an air of finality about it. You knew that he took a special kind of pride in taking care of those he loved, so you listened.

There was no denying the relief that washed over you. The warmth of his presence next to you as he methodically began folding clothes and recounting some of the antics he had to deal with thanks to Sam and Bucky’s constant bickering helped some of the tension ease from your exhausted body. Not to mention just how good he looked - so good that you could barely focus on the novel in your lap. Sure, seeing him in his uniform was its own special kind of sexy, but there was something about those soft long-sleeves and comfortable jeans that felt… domestic. The sight of him with his sleeves rolled up as he took care of your mixed laundry made something stir in your belly.

“What else needs to get done?” He asked after he took the basket upstairs and put it all away.

“Just tidying up the kitchen,” You tossed the book onto the coffee table and reached up to him with grabby hands that you knew he couldn’t resist. “Plus giving me kisses.”

Steve leaned down with a little grin, balancing himself on one knee against the couch cushions, and kissed you deeply. The little moan he gave against your lips when you eagerly accepted the teasing of his tongue made you shiver.

“You taste sweet.” He whispered as he crowded you closer into the couch, both hands cupping your face in a firm but gentle grip.

“Had strawberries before you came home.” You held him close by the collar of his shirt, probably stretching it out but you couldn’t really give a damn when he felt so good against you. “Forget cleaning, it can wait.”

“Yeah?” Steve teased, his face mere inches from yours as he gave you those hooded, hungry eyes that made your stomach flip. “Whatcha wanna do instead?”

“You.”

The cheekiness of your reply made him snatch you up, putting that super soldier strength to good use with a desperate grip on the soft flesh of your thighs. It was far from the first time he showed off his strength like that, but each time made your stomach flip in excitement just thinking about all of the things he could do to you. You hooked your ankles around his waist, your arms keeping you steady where they wrapped around his shoulders as he marched you upstairs and into your bedroom to drop you onto the mattress. Your thighs rubbed together at the sight of him standing over you, the rise and fall of his chest growing faster along with the hunger in his eyes.

“You work so hard, baby. Let me reward you.” He purred, tracing your ankle where the hem of your leggings ended, and his face lit up at your desperate nodding. You whined at the familiar need tightening in your belly over the strength behind his hands as he pushed your thighs open wide, his fingertips ghosting along your covered pussy. “Such a good girl for me…”

“Steve, please…” You whimpered, desperately pulling off your leggings. This little game of his, the teasing and soft touches ramping up into hot needy fucking, was something you had no issue playing any other time, but right now you couldn’t handle the wait. Steve caught on quickly and helped pull the clothes away from your legs before he ripped his shirt over his head.

“So needy for me, huh?” Steve slowly unzipped his jeans and pushed them down his legs. “Shirt off and lay your head on the pillows. I’ll take care of ya, sweetheart.”

You scrambled to follow his command, not missing the smirk your obedience garnered. The softness of his domination was addicting, left you yearning to hear the filthy praise that dripped from his lips like the sweetest ambrosia that could cure your every ache. Steve followed you up the bed, his briefs the only scrap of clothing left on his body, but before you could admire how gorgeous he looked, his hand hooked around your ankle to yank you closer. A sharp, surprised laugh melted into a moan when he finally got his mouth on you. His tongue rolled against your clit without preamble, completely abandoning the teasing to give you exactly what you were begging for.

“Oh fffuck!” You bit out, your head falling back into the pillows as your hips jolt up, and Steve chuckled darkly as he set his forearm over your hips to hold you in place, his other hand gripping your thigh hard enough to bruise. You grabbed a handful of his short hair in retaliation, a delighted smile lighting up your face at the groan you got in return.

Fuck, he felt too good, knew your body too fucking well. You grew more and more wet with each pass of his tongue against your clit, your hips rolling in time with his ministrations as the two of you found a familiar rhythm.

“There you go, baby.” Steve encouraged as he eased a finger into your dripping pussy with a downright sinful groan, quickly adding another. “So fuckin’ wet for me.”

The dual pleasure of his fingers and tongue made you see stars, made your back arch and your thighs squeeze his head until your orgasm washed over you in a devastating wave. It wasn’t until you shoved him back by his head that he finally stopped his tortuous pleasure. The sight of him wiping the wetness from his mouth with the back of his hand still had your belly tightening with need.

“You did so good.” Steve murmured, pressing a kiss to your thigh, then your navel, kissing a trail between your breasts and up your neck until he met your lips. You moaned at the filthy act of tasting yourself on his tongue. “Look so pretty when you come.”

The combination of his praise and the not-so-subtle press of his cock against your thigh had you keening beneath him, your leg hooking over his waist to drag him close enough to grind against the bulge in his briefs.

“Feel that?” He practically growled as he rutted down against you shamelessly. “That’s all for you baby. Gonna stuff your pretty pussy full’a my cum and you’re gonna say thank you for it too, you hear me?”

“I will, I promise… I promise, Stevie.” You babbled, losing any comprehensible thought other than the absolute dismay that he wasn’t absolutely wrecking you already. “Please fuck me?”

“Since you asked so sweetly,” Steve rid himself of his last scrap of clothes like they were burning him and entered you in one fluid thrust that had the both of you moaning in unison. His forehead fell to your shoulder as he let you adjust, hips swirling in tiny circles of their own accord because you felt so fucking good. “Ssso fuckin’ tight,”

The light desperation in your whimper made him smirk, his teeth sinking into your shoulder before soothing the mark with a lick of his tongue. “This is what you needed, huh baby? Just needed to relax on my cock...”

“S-Steve…” Was all you could manage, your eyes unfocused as he gave that first tentative thrust, followed quickly by a sharp, deep rhythm that made you see stars.

“Cockdrunk already?” He cooed but his cocky tone broke as you clung to him, your fingers digging into the muscle of his biceps as you used those thighs he adored against him, dragging him closer, deeper. “Fuckin’ needy little thing, aren’tcha? That’s okay, sweet baby, I got whatcha need.”

Steve pulled away and for a moment you clutched tighter, trying to keep him against you, but he pushed your legs back to your chest with a strength to be reckoned with, the new position making you feel infinitely more full and he growled at the feeling of you tightening around him. There were already fingertip bruises forming on your thighs where he held you right where he wanted you as his thrusts became faster, more desperate with his impending release, with the damn near feral need to see his cum leaking from your fucked out pussy.

It was the pressure of his thumb against your clit that forced you to find your words, your sweet cries of ‘please, please, please’ egging him on to roll his thumb until your hips jerked under the stimulation. You were so sensitive, so responsive to every little touch, it drove him fucking crazy.

“Come on my cock like a good girl,” Steve gritted out, angling his hips to grind his cock against that sweet spot that made you arch against him so prettily. “Thaaaat’s it…”

You broke underneath him, your second orgasm ripping through you in an intense burst that stole the breath from your lungs, leaving you to gasp as you shuddered. It was his favorite sight, watching you fall apart beneath him, and Steve let your leg settle around his waist once more to chase the high he balanced upon in faltered thrusts until he couldn’t hold back any longer. His pelvis pressed flush against your sweat-slick skin, some basic instinct demanding he shove himself as deep into your sensitive pussy as he could to fill you up.

He let himself melt against you, his full weight keeping you pressed against the mattress as he softened inside you, the both of you trying to catch your breath in the aftermath. You carded your fingers through his hair lazily, eyes closed as you let the satisfied exhaustion soak into you, grinning when your still fluttering walls made Steve hiss slightly. He still kept himself buried inside of you - so typical of him.

Sighing happily, Steve nuzzled his face further into your neck to trail sloppy kisses along your neck, pausing every now and then to lean back into your hand. Playing with his hair was the number one way to get him all warm and snuggly, especially if he was exhausted from giving you a thorough fucking. He gingerly eased himself off of you only to pull you close so you could lay your head on his chest, the rhythm of his heartbeat lulling you even closer to sleep.

“Go to sleep, honey.” Steve rumbled, his voice full of his own exhaustion. “I’ll be right here when you wake.”

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers fanfiction #marvel fanfiction

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julyarchives · 3 years

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Complicated || (M)

→ Pairing: Hui x Fem!Reader

→ Genre: Smut; Exes to Lovers.

→ Words: 3.7K

→ Warnings: Mentions of Alcohol; Spit kink; Choking; F and M receiving Oral; Fingering; Squirting; Power Play; Jealousy.

→ A/n: It took us a little longer to finish this story, but we are so happy with the result, so we promise it is worth the wait! Thank you 🐧 anon for this amazing request! We hope you all like it 💕

"And who's that?" Hui asked Yanan.

He looked at you across the room, looking like a deer caught in headlights. When you looked in his direction, a bright smile lit up on your face and you waved excitedly.

At first, he was confused, but when you got closer and greeted Yanan with a friendly hug, it all made sense.

"Hui," Yanan called him, but his eyes had never left you. "This is Y/N. She's my best friend"

Hui was well aware that Yanan meant 'don't try any funny business because she's my friend', but he was already hypnotized by you.

"Nice to meet you, Hui." you said, the way his name rolled off your tongue had him shivering, and you didn't miss the way he looked up and down at you.

You smiled at him, and he could just tell there was a little bit of mischief hiding in your sweetness. As for the rest of the night, Hui had made it his mission to make you smile at him as much as he could.

He was just mesmerized by you and used every excuse to have Yanan bringing you along on every night out, and inevitably you became friends. You got along, and hanging out together was way more fun than he first expected, and he grew to actually enjoy your company.

Yanan was constantly on Hui's hair, warning that you were not the type of girl he used to date casually, and would not forgive you if you ruined their friendship, and that's why it took him long to make a move on you.

It was actually you who took the first step, kissing him unexpectedly one night when you two sneaked to the kitchen for snacks while your friends played in the living room. It was a point of no return for both of you, the chemistry was undeniable - Hui knew everything you liked and you knew what to do to drive him mad.

You surprised him by showing that you were not the innocent girl he thought you were, and he was not a no-attachment ladies man Yanan had told you he was. The fact that you became friends first was crucial for the relationship, and it was the reason it lasted fairly long, but it was also the reason that it ended. You both recognized that you two wanted different things and were in different places, and it was best to end things before one of you got hurt.

That, however, did not fix the endless tension between you two.

Inevitably you didn't stop seeing each other, now that you had the same friend circle, and it would always end with one of you snapping at the other.

Tonight was one of those occasions, and you had your mind set on not letting Hui ruin your night. It was a perfectly good party, full of people, all your friends gathered in one of their houses, some acquaintances along enough to make the place full, and the loud music making everyone enjoy themselves.

Hui was there, you had already spotted him, but you were good at pretending he wasn't there, even though you could feel his gaze burning holes in the back of your head, but you just danced your worries away.

Making your way through the crowd, you managed to get to the kitchen and fix yourself a cold drink to cool off.

"Fuck, it's hot in here" you mumbled to yourself, using your free hand to hold your hair.

"Right?" A stranger answered, making your head snap in his direction, and you both chuckled at your reaction "sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."

"It's fine," you laughed. He was tall and had just the most adorkable laugh, and somehow you felt comfortable enough to start a conversation "I'm Y/N"

You reached your hand to him, which he immediately took.

"Shinwon" he leaned closer for you to hear him over the loud music

"Do you wanna dance, Shinwon?" You boldly asked

"Lead the way" he smirked

You gently grabbed his hand, guiding you two back to the packed living room. Getting there was the hardest part, only being able to enjoy his company when you reached the make-do dance floor. You could practically feel an intense stare on your figure as you moved closer to Shinwon but chose to ignore it for now. The new tall handsome man was giving as good as he got, dancing behind you sensually, following your movements. The dance was equally fun and sexy, the new company making it all too exciting for you. You could feel Shinwon's lean muscles behind you and you closed your eyes, moving with him completely. As you two turned and moved on the dance floor, you opened your eyes, feeling Shinwon's hand gripping your waist harder. Too bad you were standing directly into Hui's view, almost as if you did it on purpose. Which you did not but since life wanted that way, why not enjoy it.

The burning tension between you, the mix of annoyance and attraction always made you feel ready to burn him back, so that was enough reason for you to wink and bite your lip at him, grinding back on Shinwon's unsuspecting and welcoming body. You only could keep that up for a few minutes before Shinwon managed to turn you, leaning closer to kindly invite you to the rooms upstairs. It was what you needed to get your mind out of the fuming man sitting across from you, so you nodded with a flirty smile before holding his hand once more and leading the way.

Getting up there was fast and soon enough you were trying every door to check for any room available, giggling to no end when at least three doors were locked. The last door was in sight and you were sure it'd be empty, your hand ready to turn the knob when you heard your name being called. You huffed, watching Hui walking closer to you and Shinwon, the man looking at you confused.

"We need to talk", Hui said as he got close enough, his breathing hard and face a bit red.

"We don't, actually. You see, I'm busy".

"Cut the crap, Y/N. Get lost, man, I seriously need to talk to her".

"Oh no. Shinwon, stay. We have nothing to talk about!". Poor Shinwon was completely confused, looking from you to Hui, his hand slowly slipping away from yours.

"Um, Y/N", Shinwon turned to you, one hand carefully tucking a hair strand behind your ear. "It's okay. You know this won't be good if I stay. Yanan told me this could happen if I ever saw you…"

"What?!", you heard Hui shouting at the same moment you did, you not even sparing him a glance.

"I'll get your number from him and I'll call you, yeah?".

"I'm sorry", you didn't even know if you were mad or sad or even frustrated for being cockblocked by Hui no less.

"It's fine. Keep that room in mind, we may use sometime", Shinwon winked at you and turned to leave, nodding to Hui as he walked by. Hui didn't even look at him, his stare fixated on you.

You held his gaze for a few seconds before turning around on your heels and entering the room.

"Talk" you demanded, afraid that if you said more you would end up cursing at him.

"What the fuck was that little show downstairs?" He was already talking loudly, stepping into your personal space.

"I was just enjoying myself," you walked around him, bumping on his shoulders purposefully, hearing him sigh in anger. "Minding my own business, you know what that means?"

You grabbed the doorknob to open the door, ready to leave Hui behind to deal with his problems himself, but you had barely opened an inch when you heard his rushed stomps getting closer, and he grabbed your waist, turning you around and slamming your back against the door, getting it to close behind you.

"I highly doubt that winking at me while rubbing yourself against a stranger counts as 'minding your business', Y/N." He leaned closer to you, noses almost bumping, his hand palming the door trapped you against him. He "And I don't think that fucking someone else will make you forget me."

His eyes didn't stray from yours, and your chest was rising up and down fast - you just weren't sure if it was of annoyance or anticipation.

He smirked and leaned back, this time to whisper in your ear, his hot breath tickling your skin

"He can not make you feel good like I do." He nibbled your earlobe just the slightest "you would end up thinking of me"

He planted open mouth kisses along your jaw, small gasps escaping your lips against your will. You just couldn't help but melt under his touch.

"He doesn't know you like I do." He stepped forward, hips pressing against yours. "He doesn't know what a pretty little slut you are"

Hui ended the distance between you harshly, all his lust seeping through a rough desperate kiss. His hand immediately went to your hair, tugging it until it sting, but he knew you loved it. Your body responded to him like a magnet, you just couldn't help yourself but be completely gone for him.

He nibbled your bottom lip, sucking and licking it, humming in satisfaction with the feeling of having you altogether his. He trailed down your neck where he bit on the skin, licking the spot afterward to soothe, marking you as he was claiming you to him. His name started rolling off your tongue involuntarily, moaning every time he found a new spot to mark.

"That's right, baby girl" he whispered "keep doing that"

He cupped one breast with his free hand, squeezing it while he hungrily attacked your lips again. He started rolling his body against yours and you could feel the hard-on in his pants pressing against your clothed core.

He let go of you completely, and you whined at the loss of contact, only to have him hold your hand and walk backward until he reached the bed, where he sat on the edge.

"You know what to do, baby girl." He said in a low voice, and his hooded eyes watched you dropping on your knees in between his spread legs.

You looked deep into his eyes while undoing his belt and jeans, he leaned back, both hands on the mattress to support himself while he watched you. He bucked his hips up just enough for you to put his pants and underwear down, setting his cock free from the constricted clothes.

Your mouth salivated at the sight of his erection hitting his stomach, already leaking pre-cum. You wrapped your hand around it, using your thumb to smear his juices around, and he hissed at the contact, a breathy moan falling from his lips as you started moving your hand up and down slowly.

He reached one hand and grabbed the hair behind your head, making you look at him.

"I don't think you have the right to tease me, baby" he almost growled

"But-" you tried to speak, but he cut you short

"Ah-ah" he shushed, "I think we can find a better use for that smart mouth. Open up"

You sat back on your heels, opening your mouth like he commanded as he leaned over you, the grip on your hair still holding you in place, puckering his lips and you watched as the drool fell out of it, directly into your mouth.

Hui watched you swallow it with a proud smirk. This is something that only Hui could do to you, you thought, and it was just another way for him to claim you as his, and you could not imagine anyone else in this situation with you. It just reminded you how much you discovered about yourself in your innumerous adventures with him, and it was one of the reasons you loved that relationship.

Quickly shaking those thoughts away, you returned your focus to the current situation, as Hui ran his hand through his hair before leaning back, waiting for you to make your move.

You gulped in anticipation, taking his member in hand and waiting no time to take the head into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it and hearing Hui moaning lowly. You jerked him off, twisting your hand loosely around his dick, then hollowing your cheeks to swallow more of him. His hand twisted around your hair and guided your movements, making you bob your head just the way he wanted.

He bucked his hips and his member hit the back of your throat, making you gag, to which he responded with a loud moan, throwing his head back in pleasure. Relaxing and breathing through your nose, you let him deeper inside you as he kept bucking up to meet your movements.

When you were finally getting used to it, he pulled you away abruptly, breathing in heavily and watching you through hooded eyes.

"You were doing so good, baby girl, but I still want to fuck you senseless." He smirked. "And right now you're wearing too many clothes for that to happen. Strip for me"

Hui sat back and watched you follow his commands once again. Your eyes didn't stray from him as you unzipped your dress and let it fall off of you, proceeding by stepping out of your high heels. Once you're finished taking off your underwear, Hui stripped out of his remaining clothes as well.

"Now get on the bed" his voice was stern and his eyes followed you. "Ass up"

You got in the position without questioning, resting your head on a pillow

"Look at that, dripping just from giving me pleasure" he ran a finger through your slit, grabbing your butt strongly with the other hand, making you squirm under his touch. "Such a mess for me"

"Just for you" you mindlessly mumbled.

"Good." He slapped your ass, not too strong, just enough for you to yelp in surprise. "Are you still on the pill?" He asked

"Yes" you said shily

"Did you fuck anyone else after me?" He asked, his voice just as commanding as before, and when you choked on your words, embarrassed to admit the truth, he slapped you a little harder, making you hiss.

"N-no, sir" you stuttered and the name just slipped.

Hui chuckled pleasantly at your answer, his dick twitching at hearing you call him "sir", but you two could discuss that later because all he wanted was to feel himself inside you.

"Good girl" he praised, caressing the spot where he hit you.

When both of his hands held onto your waist, you felt him entering you, his thickness welcoming in your pussy, and you realized how much you had missed the feeling of him filling you up.

He didn't give you time to adjust because you didn't need it, choosing instead to pound you mercilessly, his length hitting the perfect spot inside you, leaving you a whimpering mess already.

"That's for you to not forget who you belong to." He dig his fingers in your waist, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing in the room "you're mine." He grunted "this pussy is mine"

You buried your face in the pillow, unable to formulate any sentence to answer him, just moaning and gasping at every thrust.

You reached one hand in between your legs, touching your clit to increase your pleasure.

"Such a needy girl, so impatient." Hui said "do you want me to make you cum? Is that what you need?"

All you could do was hum and nod in agreement. Hui sped up his pace until your walls were clenching and jolts of pleasure took over your body. You felt him leaning over you, pulling your hair and forcing you to get on all fours. You gasped when you felt his hand wrap around your throat, pressuring the right spot to constrict the blood flow. You closed your eyes and rubbed your fingers faster, taking you to the edge while he hit your g spot just perfectly.

He let go of your neck when you finished riding your orgasm, and you gasped for air, catching your breath again.

"You take me so well, baby girl" He praised "take it just a little more for me, ok? I'm so close."

He kept thrusting into you, and you clenched again to help him reach his orgasm. You felt him pulling out just in time to shoot on your back, covering you in his cum as he finished jerking himself off.

He made space for you to lay on your back, and kneeled on the mattress in between your legs, putting his hands on your knees to spread them wider. He gasped pleasantly when he noticed the glistening mess on your core.

His eyes burned with lust as he lowered his hand and inserted two fingers inside you easily, your hole completely wet for him. He didn't go slow, nor mattered the fact that you had come not 10 minutes ago, and his fingers pumped fast in and out of you, and he curled them, knowing exactly how to hit the perfect spot inside you. He watched you squirming, a moaning mess on the sheets, gripping whatever you could find to hold yourself.

Not having enough of you, Hui lowered himself, not wasting any second to get your abused clit in between his lips, and your hands immediately grabbed his hair, a cry of pleasure leaving you.

"That's so good Hui, please don't stop, please, please." Your voice came out desperate and whiny, and Hui hummed in response, sending vibrations down your core. "I'm not gonna last long."

He looked up at you and you could see him smirking in between your legs, then proceeding to thrust his fingers harder and deeper, licking and sucking your clit until your whole body was shaking and your legs were closing around involuntarily as you reached your high, calling his name in screams as he dig his fingers in your thighs to keep you in place as you just couldn't control your orgasm as he didn't stop nor slow down, and you felt another wave of pleasure run through your body, who spasm uncontrollably now, and Hui leaned back up to watch you come undone

"Touch yourself, baby" he demanded, voice hoarse and your juices coating his chin.

You immediately circled your fingers around your pussy, overestimating your sensitive clit as you climaxed again in a row, so intensely that your body couldn't control its spasms and you felt your wetness pouring and gushing out of you, as you just couldn't stop screaming his name.

"Fuck, baby" you heard his breathy voice as you squirted calling for him.

Your body went limp and you closed your eyes, your heartbeat ringing in your ears, and you felt Hui throw himself next to you.

For a few seconds, there was nothing. No sound, no movements, nothing. Hui was breathing hard next to you and you were trying to calm your own breathing but you knew that soon enough one of you wouldn't bear the silence anymore and leave without words. So it was a shock when a few minutes after the high wore off, Hui turned so he was facing you, even if you faced up, looking at the ceiling.

"Y/N", he called surprisingly soft.

"Yeah?"

"Do you truly hate me?". The question caught you by surprise, you dared say it shocked you but yet you didn't move.

"No, Hui. I don't hate you. I hate how you treat me".

"Um", was all he said.

"Do you hate me?", you asked back.

"No", he sighed. "But, like you, hate how you treat me".

"How did we end up like this?", you couldn't help the chuckle that left your lips at the absurdity of it all.

"I have no idea", Hui joined in. "All I remember was me being a dick and not wanting to settle and then you were shooting daggers at me every time you saw me".

"Oh man, I wonder why I did that". Hui laughed at that and you caught a glimpse of his pretty smile.

"Well, yeah. But it did lead us to amazing sex every time too".

"We had amazing sex when we were together as well", you spoke matter of factly.

"I know", he poked you, making you fully turn your head in his direction. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about".

"About what? Us?".

"Us together". Hui was watching you intently and you turned, mirroring his position.

"Talk then".

"I want to give us a shot. I want us to work this time". You stood in silence for a few seconds, lost.

"...why? Why now?".

"I've been thinking about it for a while now and I miss you. I miss not fighting every time we see each other, your company". He seemed serious and your heart was almost beating out of your chest by now. "And tonight was definitely my breaking point. Seeing you with goodie two shoes Shinwon made me panic out of fear of losing you forever without giving us another try".

You stood there watching him for a while. He didn't pressure you, once again showing how much he knew you. He knew you needed your time and he respected that. Truth is, your feelings for Hui never died, only fuelled the fire of your anger and attraction to him. Giving you another shot was risky but then, everything with Hui was risky and if he was willing to put all his cards on the table for you, maybe you could do the same.

"I want to leave this place", was all you said.

Hui nodded, defeat clear on his face. He got up and got dressed in silence, you doing the same but watching him intently the entire time. When both of you were presentable again, you stood with your hand on the doorknob. Hui was a step away from you, close but not too close, watching you with tired eyes. Your free hand reached out to touch his hair softly and he almost jumped in surprise.

"I hope you drove here. I came by uber", you smiled at him. "Oh, and I hope you still remember my address and my favorite breakfast place to take me tomorrow when we wake up". You laughed at his face as he nodded like a kid who just got his perfect gift. "And don't steal my covers while we sleep!".

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𝑌𝑂𝑈𝑁𝐺 & 𝐵𝐸𝐴𝑈𝑇𝐼𝐹𝑈L

A oneshot of how you two met in the beautiful city of Italy, how Harry finds you an Angel descended from heaven above that took his hand and became his light. Dad!harry full of fluff..oh yeah dad!harry nation lets rise. .Part two of tooth rotting dad harry of it is here too. young and beautiful (II)

It's Saturday night. Harry and you intentionally have no plans but to loaf around in your guys cosy homely space. The candles flames with rośe tranquilness, the intro to movie watched many times together rolling in. Both of you are snuggled onto large body sucking sea-green velvet couch infront of telly.

His daddy long legs nestled atop your hip hooking around your ankle protecting you from falling if possible (moreso the fact he's extremely protective of you in your pregnancy.) His one elbow snaked around your collarbones which are now hiding underneath soft swelling, his sweater pawed arm sheltering around your huge eight months baby bump slender tender fingers tucked underneath your side.

You relaxes into him, back pressed to his tanned chest and with his chin resting atop your hair whenever he rasped out something it bobbed your whole head.

"Yeh' kay, baby? comfy?" He asks you for the hundredth time now caressing and stroking your chin, then earlobes, collarbones to your belly and the list goes on. It's one of his habits that he doesn't realizes himself more as ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑔𝑒. Harry's love language's physical contact, lots and lots of them. He finds calm in touching you here and there, raking his palms without them knowing their destination. He's cuddly and clingiest when drunk. Although, he has stopped drinking since you both are expecting but the clingy part of him jumped out during this period his only excuses are "wanna stay close to me' three babies." Or "i feel empty when you're even a bit away from me."

"'M lover, stop worrying." You bring his jaw down with the tip of your pointer finger to kiss his lips gently with a tilt of your chin. He mumbles an anxious "cant." in your mouth running his thumb under the curve of your womb with amiable affection.

You hiss into his mouth when one of your bubba kicks you with ever most force and he pushes away with amused eyes, when he felt the kick against his palm. It's not like it's his first but everything related to his unborn babies muse him to utter excitement and tears of joy.

He shifts a tad resting his a little scruffy cheek against your silken naked bump, you're wearing one of his crotched zinc orange crop top and it bunched up your belly in very much likeness of Harry, he thinks you look so endearingly sexy he could make you use him as many times you want. His ear tucked under the crescent of your chest, "feels like jus' a barrier of skin between us." He bubbles his accent and you smile down at him infectiously. Meanouvering your fingers into his chestnut curls and massaging his scalp that made his eyelids futter into bliss.

There was another visible kick and Harry smoothed down the skin eyes shinning up at you, "a footy champ this one." You sucked your bottom lip trying not break into fits of laughter because from the weight your pelvis muscles has become weak and you end up leaving wet tiny splotches most of the time. First time you had it was two months ago you were fucking embarrassing and couldn't stop crying right after an hour of genuine laugh ofcourse caused by Harry when you guys shopped for babies and he wore that one onesie on his head being all goofy and child of two while expecting two himself.

"How're meh' baby girls. meh' bunnies." He smauched loud wet kisses all over your belly making slobbery snuggly voices to annoy you. You tug at his roots whining loudly because you know the undeniable loving scene of Harry talking to his two daughters will bring you to tears all because of stubborn hormones. Yes, two!

While you weren't even expecting a pregnancy, God said wait for my bumper surprise.

Everyone told your bump looks healthier than normal pregnancies but you ignored it until the day of gender check-up. Harry was ecastatic, fist pumping the air, bouncing with your hands intervined tears bloodshot in his eyelines. So were you...but you had a huge breakdown on the wooden floor of your home's threshold. You were blabbering thousand questions to him, body shaking and fighting to breath.

"I...I can't do this, Harry...too much 's too much." You cried to him that day. But he cradled your face into his calloused palms his temple kissed yours, "ye' can, my sweet girl. we can. wish I could bear one of our baby bunny, it's sad that I cant help ye'. But, it's my promise to be there for you forever and always." He leaned down to kiss you with so much love, more love he was keeping to himself ever since and more more love he can't put into words.

He comes back from your belly to leave a feathery kiss on your lips that makes you yearn for him more and settles back to his previous position, his face shoved into the crook of your neck and he presses kisses to the corner of your lips while your eyes remains glued to telly.

As Sally and Harry bickered in the car you chuckled softly fingers tracing his nose and the mole sheltered under it, "remember how we met?" His breath fanned tickling your cheek heartily when he shook his head with a giddy giggle.

"How could I not? Yeh' were a honey pot and a weepy mess after tha'." He scrunches his nose at you adorably reminiscing the night and series of nights after that.

"It was your fault mister." You twitch your lips turning to his side with his help and his hand sprawled at your back instinctively. "Ye' souvenired t' give a lonely guy like me some company, first." He smiles when you huffed. His beam getting joyously wider when your belly pressed tightly against his's and he kisses your forehead multiple times.

"Who thought that guy escapin' from Gucci's biggest event could be a dad of two girls." You quip playing with his neckline and his chest rumbled with a titter that sent you to cloud nine.

"Not me at all. But, if I could meet him back in time I'll tell him how lucky he's gonna be, how happy he'll be, that he doesn't needs to be a grumpy daddy when he could be a real happy one." His eyes are glassy and you cupped his cheeks placing your lips atop his into a feverish kiss of gentleness.

~𝐹𝑎𝑙𝑠ℎ𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑜 2015~

Gucci's spring festive on full blossom in the most popular old city of Italy, Milan. It's luxurious in all it's glory. A-list celebrities and world claimed most beautiful models. The hall clattered and shushed with talks, rumours, gossips and greets. Then it's fashion and tailored-fitted clothes, formal gowns. Fake smiles. Cold hearts.

On the long dinning table piled with food that sometimes's too difficult to pronounce Harry sat along with Kendall Jenner. His ex-girlfriend and a friend for now. She talks excitedly with the person infront of her snarling rude remarks here and there. Her hand came squeezing his thigh under the table that startled him from his imaginary world. A world where he's at peace, the luxuries doesn't exist and he's nothing but a normal person.

"Huh, love?" He kinks his brows together fiddling with the napkin in his lap and she gave him a furious pout for not giving her full attention, "I was pointing out how fast-fashion brands are shit." She rolls her eyes. Harry can't believe her bratty arse. He shrugged his thigh with a tad more harshness to get rid of her touch.

"Dunno. No' everyone could afford luxury brands." At this the model infront of them cackled more in her mock and sniffed to be polite in the fake hush of the room. Harry's eyes turned glassy and the jade in the murky to the visible irritation at their behaviour. His expressions dark and unreadable under the very less light.

Quiffing his long hickorey curls back he nibbed at his pointer finger's knuckle only to bend it under his chin afterwards, "'m serious." Kendall sighs loudly at this clearly annoyed by the way he's acting and the model infront of him gave him a 'whatever makes you sleep at night.' look and a shrug of her shoulders in arrogance while eating her steak.

Enough. Harry thinks with a grumble struck in his chest. He rakes the chair back that drew some attention but it drifted to some person sharing their experience and all that shit talk again on the loop.

Harry's guard followed him behind pushing the paparazzi away. Flashes in his eyes. Made up assumptions to his ears and shoved up opinions to his chest. He's sick. From all of this. He wants to shout to no-one in particular but himself, he wants an escape. He wants it with his every bleeding cell.

Then he takes a curt turn with a whiplash of his torso to dark alley beside the building from which he just exited and when he reached the end it was blocked by a brick wall so he jumped with ease to other side, his expensive boots scruffing against the gravel. He gave no care to the guard behind him.

He was in a local less populated street. Wider with the bumpy stones and there were people indeed but nobody paid him heed.

He sat on the concrete bench. Flinging his one leg over another hand gripping near his crotch and with a relieved huge exhale of breath he took his phone out going through it. After, so long he feels like he's a free dove who could breath free escaping from it's cage.

He's broken. Empty and in the rough path of his life. He doesn't know how to cope with it. It makes him fuckin' insane.

There's an ice-cream cart few steps away from where he's sitting alone onto bench. His head snaps at the beautiful giggle bouncing through the tangerine sky. He squints his eyes to get a better look of the group of friends crowding near the cart and licking onto their ice-creams.

Your white cotton dress furled with a wave of zephyr and the loose errand of your hair slipping from your low bun cascading around your face while you gave a belly ache laugh to one of your tall friend bopping his nose at his silliness.

Harry stares at the interaction of young people. They're just like him but looks more happy and youthful then why couldn't he?

His eyes are set on a certain figure and that's you still hidden from him as your friend Mona blocked the sight of your perfect view to Harry nudging your ribs.

"Is that Harry Styles." Jo mutters when his eyes fell over him and then he bashfully hisses, "don't look back! Don't look back. You guys are being too specific." Considering yourself stupid you spinned to have an ethereal sight of Harry sitting all by himself on the cold bench, his carved features glowing with the illumination of his phone screen still unlocked while he got distracted by you people.

"Doesn't feels like he's enjoying himself." Mona quipped taking a large swipe of her cold delight. None of them too interested in his wear abouts.

Call it clićhe but you don't have any thought in your mind before you're asking for an ice-cream cone from the ice-cream man heading towards him with your hands occupied with two.

Harry's breath hitching in his palpalating heart at the complete sight of you, for sore eyes for sure. His nerves jittery and knee bouncing in restlessness as you approaches him with a sweet grin. He takes in your complete look. White flowy dress and nude sandals, loop earrings and the bright red lipstick resembling the blood gush of his heart. 'Less is more' making you appear so beautiful.

Harry's so lost in his own brain wrecking that he forgot where you went but you rounds him from behind flinging your left leg on the other side of bench to sit on it with your legs on either side of it, he again startles getting off-guard hastily turning to face you when you tapped his shoulder.

Licking your own vanilla sweetness you forwarded the cone to him a sweet sheepish smile on your glowing hearty features. His body guard instantly changed his position to stop you but Harry gave him a stink eye accepting your offer shyly. Your cheeks heating even in the mild temperature when his supple fingers brushed yours.

"Thank you." His voice timid wiping the corners of his heart shaped lips but you just shrugged your shoulders leaning back with your hand pressed against the bench, "no problem. you're welcome." Harry gazes at your collarbones prodding from the flimsy fabric of your v-line then he shifted his gaze down to his Gucci loafers telling himself not to be a pervert. It's just you're too delicate that he can't stop admiring.

"I like your suit." You compliments him with glinting eyes and his cheeks flushed with shyness mumbling a "thank you." Under his erratic breath.

His eyes flutters and tummy flips when you bring your hand closer to him taking the sleeve of his jacket tugging at it, "it's too graphic you know...in a good way." He finds it endearing that you were this engulfed in just the design of his suit and when you tilt your chin peering up at him, he feels like his brain stopped functioning. He nods eyes still locked to yours and when he sense some coldness dripping down his thumb he quickly ducks down to lick it off causing his sculpted cheek to stroke against your silken ones in utter gentleness.

You gulp timidly sitting back straighter.

"So...? For what stuff you're here for Harry?" He loves the way his name sounds mellow coming from you. He clears his throat unwinding his long legs to stretch them wide and it nudged yours sending jolts to both of you, "uh, 'm 'ere fo' Gucci event." You beam at this shifting closer to him.

"I like the way it sounds comin' from you." He cackles at this running his fingers to tame his matte curls.

His tense demeanor slipping bringing his shy, timid and goofball ones exposed to you. He's himself surprised that all the built up frustration in his nerves drained away from your presence.

Being an art major and a fashion geek you asks him with ferverishness patting his knee, "what was it like? I've heard it's mesmerising." He chuckles at this. He wanna scoff because a sweet girl like you wouldn't last a second there.

"'S okay. I guess." He elevates his shoulder in bored expression and when the ice-cream swipes at the tip of his nose you giggled bunching forward to his side. He smiles down at you squinting his eyes narrow in an accuse.

"And what yer' here fo'? Wait yeh from here?" You bite the waffled cone chewing it. Words muffling with a full mouth, "having a trip with my University's friends. I live in London though. I really really wanted to see Milan. So, here I'm." You make an innocent childish face raising your arms in air to show him and his heart's soothing to peace with every homely action you'd pull to make him relaxe.

Then there was silence that Harry was unaware how to break. He could hear you talking for an eternity. On the other hand you aren't that akward to make conversations with people. No doubt you're shy, and wants your own space to blossom but this one habit of yours is inseparable.

"You know when back home. An ice-cream man would come daily at midnight in summers. Me and my cousins would climb up his bicycle cart like darn monkeys. Pop our heads inside the freezer and annoy the fuck outta him. God I miss home." There's this un-pointable feeling. That's unfigurative to Harry but it's there; of admiration and of endearment. His heart's at cloud nine caressing itself to the pink cotton candy.

His heart reaches out for you from his ribcages as the homesickness glistered in your irises. You weren't obliged to talk to him, to give him company but you still did beacuse beautiful accidents and coincidence happen in the admist of rushed streets.

Harry parted his lips to talk to you more but he has nothing, his life's not unknown by anyone and the normal scenarios of people entertains him so much.

His head snaps when you grin widely at him throwing the last and best of cone inside your mouth. Your small pretty mouth chewing like a rabbit and Harry wants to have a touch, just some to shush the fire in his stomach.

His head snapping when you yelled to children that were skipping on rope waving to them, "hey kiddos! Wanna have some ice-cream!?" They all left their play of galloping running towards you. Harry looks at you wide eyes eating his last bits away.

"Our hotel gave us a coupon for free ice-creams." You laugh standing up and he wants to catch you by wrist to stop you going away from him but when you squeeze his shoulder leaning to whisper in his ear chills ran down by his spine, "will be right back." He swallows thickly nodding eyes trailing to you as you collects all the little fellas to cart.

He watches you. Is she an Angel? A mirage to help him out of his anxiousness? Or a smoke in his mind that'll disappear soon? He thinks picking on his nails. He's not ready to step out of the calm bubble you created so delicately around him. Only if life could be this easier.

He rolls his eyes playfully sucking his lips inside his mouth when he sees you paying extra for more. He looks back to his body-guard. Maybe you didn't noticed him or cares less but Harry's kinda annoyed that he has to be here in such a happy vulnerable moment of his life.

"Thank you nice lady!" Harry chuckles gleefully when all of the kids thanked her licking onto their sweets. "It's okay kids, be careful before I take them back."

Shaking your head you strides back to Harry coming to stand infront of him. You can fit perfectly between his legs if he opened them wider for you, that desireful thought swooshed through his mind but he shakes it away.

"Thank ye' nice lady." He squeaks in high teasing pitch standing up and your eyes widened when he literally towered you fully. Your height differences funny even you're in heels.

"Not you now." You declared with blushed cheeks. His irirses glinted when you fumbled with the sides of your dress.

"So...this's it?" You ask him peering up at him with such gooeness he could whimper. Shivers running down your body as the weather turned rather more chill.

"This's it.." Harry whispers. He feels what? a lump of wetness in his throat? He's at the brink though.

"Thank you for bearing my monkey ass." You guffawed out but he has serenity in his eyes. He thins his lips. "I should be the one to say thanks."

He was taken aback when you hugged him running soothing circles at his back. He inhales your tangerine vanilla scent embracing you fully now. If he could freeze the time he would in a snap. He feels like he's all the way back home after travelling shallow through the whole world.

"It's gonna be alright, whatever it's Harry. It'll be alright. You're gonna be alright. It gets bumpy but you still have so much for you." Harry wants to cry in some strangers arms. He feels so defeated and tired. But, the determination and affirmation in your voice made him think opposite. He'll do it. He can do it.

He didn't let you go first. You untageled yourself from him gently swaying on your feet, taking a step back and he couldn't blink his eyes away from you as you bit your crimson lip.

You take steps away from him eyes still locked to his jade ones and he calls you out through the breeze looking for passing by cars if possible because you're standing in the middle of street.

"Hey, stranger!!!" You tilt your chin in a questioning and shake your head at his lopsided cheshire smile, "forgot t' tell ye'r name!" He yells out in rushed anticipation and anxiousness as if he'd loose you if any minute ticks by.

Goosebumps appears at your bare legs from the chill, "Y/N. Y/L/N." Then you spin around raising your hand high atop your head waving it for Harry.

"Ba-bye. Harry." You says loudly but it doom vacuumed to emptiness once you step inside your hotel's lobby leaving Harry at his own sake again.

Standing still at his spot. Hands shoved into his trouser's pocket and long spiral curls framing his sculpted features he watches you with a furrow of his brows from the glass of hotel. His frown getting deeper when you threw your head back laughing when you bumped into your friend who was coming to find you, you caught his wrist eyes widening at something funny he said and Harry sighs thinking maybe you're just this kind and generous and that he's not a special case in your book.

With an exhausted sigh he makes his way towards his bodyguard who gives him a side mishevious eye, "happy now, Styles?" Harry jabs a shove to his bulky shoulder playfully lips twitching and eyes narrowing, "oh shut up!" His mood more lightened and gleeful than his previous one thanks to you.

***

Next day when Kendall and her friend dragged Harry to fancy the local streets of Milan. Harry had a less scowling face than before. They stopped infront of some shop to buy bagels that someone bumped right square into Harry's back making him stumble a little.

It's you. Rushing out of a pharmacy. Harry's gaze trails from your toe to head and his lips parts in surprise. The whole past night in his lonely hotel bedroom you were his dream of heart and the stubborn thought of his mind while the thump of after party going downstairs kept him occupied and fainted the erratic pace of his heart. Then his brows kink in worry and concern at the grueling sight of you.

You're in a pink sweater and pyjamas. Eyes glassy. Cheeks flushed and blazing. Nose running and hair poking out in every direction. He takes a gentle step towards your astonished figure brewing fingers reaching out to hold you but when you keeps a distance from him his heart falls in his arse, and when you cough in your elbow he realizes that you're maybe cold or having a fever.

"You okay, love?" He asks you. Voice that of honey and panic dripping from his features. You gives him a big smile bobbing your head quickly and he have an urgency not to roll his eyes at you. Because you don't seem okay from any angle!

"'M just having a tiny cold it's not that worrisome." Harry's eyes pops out from his socket at your voice. It's groggy and hoarse not that sweet warm honey that was fusing in his ears last night. "Y/N. You can barely speak, are you sure you're okay?" You try to give him a small smile at his care but it got suppressed by another throat tearing cough. Poor little thing. Harry fawns looking down at you.

At this he abruptly saturates the distance between you two, "note me' number, darlin'. Promise me you'd call me if you feel too sick." You give a glance to his two friends coming by to stand beside him.

"Hi." You greet them in hoarseness and they wince when you forward your hand for a shake making you feel ashamed and embarrassed of your politeness when they didn't accepted it. Harry jaw ticks in furiousness as he glares them it's all adding up to push his nerves now.

He takes your shivering hand with an arch of his brow to his friends in challenging sterness noting down his phone number at your palm. You give him a soft "okie." and a "thank you." waving him and his friends a good-bye. He notices that you're not someone to hold grudges against someone. He knows that Kendall's behaviour throws people off but you didn't seem to mind it too much.

"Who was she Harry?" Kendall asks him chewing onto her bagel. Harry shrugs not keen to spill any precise details, "someone I met last night."

She tries to scrape more from him. "How?" Harry closes his eyes tugging at his roots not ready to snap at her.

Harry thinks many times to say the right words so that she'd shut up but still ends up saying something that infuriated her ego and mock, "she offered me ice-cream—" Her friend scoffs perking his head.

"Mate you're nuts for accepting something from a stranger." Logically yes. But you meant no harm to him. Your eyes were truthful and shined with sincerity.

Harry stays silent walking inside their hotel. The hostess asks them if they'd like to have a brunch.

On the other hand you climbed up the stairs to your room with a lazy gait. Your lungs burning. Once inside your room. You takes your medicine with a shivering body and minus energy to even raise your finger. You want to cry but you give a pep talk to yourself that you're a brave girl squishing yourself in your bed, hiding under three blankets.

There's bright sun outside but still you're feeling like someone placed you atop Antarctica's glacier snatching every clothing item from you. Your friends are all out and you wish you could have them. You hate being sick and alone.

When you woke up again. You felt horrible. Feeling like a truck crushed you underneath itself. When you tried to sit up, you fell back a reckless painful sob erupting from your lungs as with wavering fingers you massaged your sweaty forehead. The sheets under you drenched into sweat and hotness. Panic rising in your chest as your vision blurred with blackness so you dialed Harry's number immediately in the fear someone should be with you in case you faint.

"He—" He was cut off with your loud crying. The fork in his hand clanking against the sleek plate gaining everyone's attention. "'S okay. 'M comin'. I'll be there in no time love." He speaks hastily telling his bodyguard not to follow him with a gesture of his hand while striding to his car in big steps.

"Y/N. Darlin'? Yeh' there?" He asks you with his chest tightening with anxiety when the other end of line was dead as grave, "'m, i'm." Your breath spurts into coughs and Harry sighs sympathetically at your condition. It took him fifteen minutes to reach your hotel.

"Which room?" None of you noticed that the phone was still on line. You were half conscious cheeks soaked and smashed into silk pillow case. "Room number, sweets?" He asks you patiently running through different floors to take care of you as soon as possible.

"2-234.." You stutter. Harry halts in the middle of corridor snapping his head everywhere your room was three rooms away from him.

"Can yeh' stand up for me and unlock the door for meh? Can yeh do that sweet girl?" Harry's standing at your door and your sob muffles into your arm when you shake your head in denial. Luckily the door was unlocked.

"Stupid girl." Harry mutters under his breath pressing the red button when he finally tumbles inside your room. He wants to scold you for not caring for your safety when you're sick, fragile and barely able to stand up.

His heart grips into a knot when you turn to your side. The girl he was with last night long gone. Your lips blue and wobbling. Cheeks red and wet. Sweat sheening. Your body shaking. You could be barely seen from under the layers of blankets.

"Oh sweet girl. 'm so sorry." The mattress dips under his weight and he hovers over you taking you in his arms instantly. Squeezing you tight and warm, it feels good so you cuddles your face into the crook of his neck. He gasps when his hand glides down your back and finds it pooling with so much sweat, and you burning like sun outside.

"You're burnin' love." He says with wide eyes cautiously smoothing his hand at your back to make you feel better.

"It hurts, Harry." Harry pulls you from your shoulders rolling his thumb in the dips to massage them, "where?" Your chest rumbles with another whimper as you bolt your eyes shut.

"Everywhere."

He inquires further and you give a drowsy moan when he expertly massages your shoulders and arms, "did you take your medicine?" You nod at this head falling against his chest and if he wouldn't be so worried about your condition his tummy would've flipped so hard.

"And did yeh' ate somethin' befo' that?" When you shake your head in rejection he again pulls you back looking down at you in offend and shock.

"Y/N..." He warns you with a tough expression. Then he cups your cheeks making you look at him even though your eyes are closed he scolds you strictly, "Y/N you should be kind to yourself too."

"Now. 'M gonna take ye' to hospital." He announces and you squirm away from his grip shaking your head like a child. You hate hospitals.

"Y/N..don't be difficult darlin'." Only if he knew he has to deal with this his whole life. As you try to speak your words swallows back when he snakes his arms under your armpits making you stand up.

"No buts. Look at ye'. Yer condition will worsen if yeh' keep refusin' to go." With your whole weight over his side he makes you sit in the passenger seat, stroking your cheek with his knuckles giving you a reassuring smile and rounding to his driver side.

He keeps on checking you through the whole drive. You're still high on fever when he places his palm at the curve of your neck then at your forehead tsking when you moaned in pain, "'s gonna be alright." He rubs your knee trying to give you a smile through his own anxiousness.

They checks you in the ER. The doctor notes your symptoms on his notepad and Harry gazes you in full concentration sitting right beside you, he has your fingers laced with his's and he's continuously rubbing your back to provide you with any warmth.

"I've a very low immune system since I had a tonsillectomy when I was nine. Had an ice-cream last night and quite often I know I get sick in this season." You toy with his silver rings carelessly. Harry admires you. Dunno why. He just do. Because he thinks he might be falling for the way you talk, you behave and try to remain polite in every circumstances.

"Miss Y/N since you've your tonsils removed your coping mechanism from bacteias's less and you've caught a pneumonia." Your head immediately turns to look at Harry and when he sees that fear in your eyes he unwinds his hand from yours leaning to take your chin, "hey...hey lovie'. It's okay you'll heal in a week."

The doctor hands the prescription to Harry. The next thing he announces makes you sob like a five years old, "no. no. no." You shake your head shrinking back and Harry gives the doctor a sheepish akward smile stroking your hair.

Doctor sighs at your behaviour leaving at last, "the nurse will be here soon to give you injections."

Harry quickly stands up shutting the large curtain that's around the stretcher bed you both are sitting at as soon as he comes back you wrap your hands around his forearm. He hisses when you dig your nails to his flesh your tears dropping at his wrists.

"I don't like needles. I loathe them. They scare me." You sniffle and Harry ducks to your level metting your glossy gaze. He caress your head kissing your hair, "you're so brave. I know it. It would just be a pinch. Ye' can squeeze the fuck outta my hand if yeh want to." He has his fingers tucked under your earlobes as he again and again wipes your tears.

The nurse comes to you shutting the curtains behind her. She's old lady in age and observes the couple infront of her. Well, for her you both are looking like one.

You immediately move back to Harry's side as he's sitting now with his front infront of you, "scared of needles." Harry tells her timidly in a low voice puffing his cheeks a bit in gentility.

Harry saps his opal teeth into his lower lip when you wrapped your elbow around the nape of his neck bringing him down closer to you and your face shoved to his chest near his armpit. His other arm wrapping around your waist to flush you closer to him. He tries to drift your attention to himself whispering sweet nothings into your ear and the nurse awes applying alcohol where she has to inject the needle.

"'S okay. We're gonna get home after this, have some soup, will take a nap, watch some telly...." He smoothes his hand over your spine grasping it softly. You stiff in his genial hold twitching and hissing loudly when the needle was poked and pushed into your delicate skin. His white shirt's completely soaked into your tears now but he doesn't give two fucks.

"Just two more." The nurse mutters and you perk your head away from Harry's chest looking at her horrified, "two more!?" You squeak out hiccuping and Harry has to suppress his giggle at your expense from how adorable you look.

He again shoves your head back in his armpit muffling your huffing and tantrums. "Don't move darlin' don't wanna get yeh' hurt." His hold tight and firm.

"Hurts." You pout and Harry traces it stopping himself to just lean down and kiss it. Nurse left you guys to yourself and Harry breaths loudly grinning at you, patting his thighs standing up helping you too.

"Thank you, Harry." You crane your neck to see him properly rubbing your nose once Harry makes sure you're sitting in his car comfortably.

"No problem, love." He kisses your cheek making your lips quirk up for the first time.

***

You're sitting crossed legs on the twin sized bed of your hotel room. Harry takes a quick glance of you pouring soup into some bowl. Your temperature a little bit coming back to normal, sweat still there as you rests your head back at the board of bed. You're room's nothing sort of luxurious it's dinky and compact.

"Here love." Harry hands you the soup making sure to be careful that you don't get burnt and you takes it from him with a series of appreciation.

"Feelin' better now?" He asks you rubbing your ankles as you places your feet in his lap. Blowing onto your soup and he does the same shoving spoonful in his mouth.

"Way better. Felt like dying honestly." Harry couldn't imagine how bad your condition was he saw it himself and he gives you a weak smile, his man-bun getting loose now.

"Where are your friends? they should have known that you weren't feeling well."

"They asked me but—" Harry's low voice cut you off. In just a day he got to know what your nature's like.

"But you didn't wanted to spoil their fun." You roll your eyes playfully wiggling your toes in his lap to tickle his tummy but he catches them making you squeal through sore throat.

He giggles when you slurp purposedly attaching your lips to the rim of your bowl. Once you're full he places your medicine in your palm and when you makes an icky face he gives you a stern gaze, "uh-huh. Take 'em."

When you swallow the bitter medicines down with a huge gulp of water he pats your head, "good girl." He puts the glass at nightstand. Caressing your jaw, "wanna take a nap?" You nod.

"W-would you lay down with me, ...'s just my body aches and—" You tried to explain without letting heat to creep at your cheeks. He bobs his head furiously more than okay to fulfil your wish.

Without any word he shifts gently to your side getting rid of the hair band that was trapping his long curls into a bun, squeezing into twin sized bed with you, "sorry." he quips when you hiss at his cold bare feet touching your warm ones.

"It's okay." You smile up at him moving closer to him. Sheets rustling underneath as you rests your head over his sprawled forearm. Your bodies reacting automatically like one of soulmates when your knee nudged his legs and he parted them so that you could place your sore one in between them. You molded into him like a piece of puzzle, that was just meant to fill the part of him that was scraped out because of his fate leaving him shallow and empty.

"Sorry for ruining your day." You mumble into his neck fingers brushing the baby curls at the nape of his neck. He shakes his head running his thumb in circles under your hair that were sticking to your neck, "No, thank you fo' makin' my day better. 'M havin' fun babying you." You titters at this and he sighs. There's calm. Heart beats in sync. Yours was racing moments ago. You're tangled into eachother's embrace and he pulls thin blanket ontop of both of you.

You purr wishing he could be always with you at how he's a walking talking heater, "you're warm." Harry senses come to a pause at the kitten voice you just let out snuggling into him deeper and exhaling the breath he was holding in. He melts into you kissing your forehead and petting your cheeks.

"Sleep sweet girl." His breathing lulls you to deep slumber.

***

It's late in night. Harry squints his eyes to street lights coming from the balcony window. He groans and when pushes his face away from you, a huge lovesick smile dances at his lips. He slept so good after so long. Your warmth and sweet flesh pressed into him made him drift to sleep so quick.

He brushes your loose hair back, adorning every feature of you. Fever making you look more glowy and swelly. Then when he leans to kiss your forehead he hears the quite whimper escaping from your lips.

He places his hand at your neck to check and you're again burning. Sighing he wakes you up by smoothing his hands down your arm, stroking your hair gently and tapping your cheek with his two fingers.

You're murmuring weepily in your sleep. "Wake up y/n. It's time for your second dose." He keeps his voice slow not to startle you and your eyelids fluttered taking it's time to absorb his presence.

You shift back against the headrest. He brings the glass closer to your lips after giving you medicine. One hand on your head other making you sip water.

"W-wanna go home. Home Harry." You say in your breaths hiccuping and Harry feels so helpless. He tries to calm you down in every way possible.

He knows you're not talking about going back to London. Your talking about your actual homeplace. Then it hits him, that you're both missing that feeling. Even though you're bubbly, happy and cheerful girl you still miss home as Harry does too. You're perfect for eachother.

He takes you in his arms bringing you back to bed. You hug him close to your heart tearing in his embrace, soft whimpers in his ears that's a knife to his stomach. He pecks the side of your head multiple times.

"Home." You sniff eyes dropping. Harry messages your scalp. Your body moving up and down as he breaths. Your continuous blabbering of 'home' dulls to your sleeping breath and Harry's own eyes craved for more drowsiness with you.

He bolts his eyes shut when his phone vibrates under him. "What!?" He spats whisper yelling, you still over him. He doesn't want to disturb you by any means. Not when you're sick and went back to sleep with so much difficulty.

"'M not coming." He declares dryly as his manager tries his best to coax him back to whatever place they want him asap.

He throws his phone onto sheets cuddling back into you, letting your scent to consume him fully. His heart prancing at the thought of serenity he'll feel while sleeping else it's just jolts of anxiety.

***

Next morning your arms were holding onto nothing, there's no shoulder on which you were crying earlier. The room's dull and sheets cold. Sun refused to outshine for today it didn't got any emarld to beam at.

"Harry...?" You whisper innocently rubbing sleepiness from your eyes and when the silence laughed back at your face you sigh sadly.

You knew from the very start that his presence was just a mere touch of heaven and it's not his fault that you never got to complete dive into him.

It's just you and your homesick soul staring blankly at the flower wallpaper. His soft, giddy vanilla smell hugging you from every side. Consuming your body and you didn't realized you'll miss him until now.

Maybe, you and your love was contagious to him.

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bubblyani · 4 years

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Distraction

(Patrick Bateman x Reader)

A Patrick Bateman One Shot

Fandom: American Psycho (film) 2000

Rating: Mature (cuz it’s Bale’s Bateman duh!)

Requested by: @tealaquinn thank you for the naughty suggestion. Our conversations helped a lot.

Author’s Note: I couldn’t help but make the simple premise of a sexy distraction into a fully fledged one shot. Writing something for him had been a challenging dream. Don’t know how accurate it could be to the Bateman y’all imagine but a fangirl can dream, right?? I regret nothing. Enjoy!

Hushed whispers followed you, capturing your attention the moment you stepped into the Office Building. And you simply were to blame.

The manner that your high heels clicked on the marble floors certainly announced your entrance.The manner your long, shiny tresses swished from side to side made several heads turn with fascination, while the way your hips swayed in the tight pencil skirt brought on unwanted stiffness in the pants of some Wall Street yuppies.

“Whoa…Who’s that?” “Don’t you know? That’s Y/N Y/L/N” “Nope, doesn’t ring any bells” “She’s Bateman’s girlfriend” “What? You kidding me? That’s her? She’s a fox. Why the hell would she go out with a Loser like Bateman?”

The hushed voices suddenly disappeared the moment you stopped in your tracks, turning to glare at them.You glared at them as if it had the power to slice their throats. Indulging in that power, you settled their nerves with a smile. A smile that truthfully was emptier than a hollow shell.

Resuming your walk, you could not help but be troubled by what they had said for it was nonsensical to the fullest. Any word or phrase that had the tiniest inclination of an insult towards your man was intolerable. They made your toes curl and palms tighten. For he was no loser. You knew that for certain. He was a man, he was your man. And you always made sure he felt so.

As you reached closer to your destination, a woman with sandy blond hair quickly rose up from her seat with enthusiasm. It was his secretary.

“Good Morning Jean” you smiled, as you finally stood in front of her desk. “Good Morning, Y/N…” Jean replied, “You look beautiful today” she said genuinely. To which you chuckled shyly. “Thank you darling, and you never fail to look sophisticated” Your hand rested on the doorknob. Turning it slowly , you heard his voice boom in his office. Possibly on a phone conversation. Patrick Bateman’s authoritative voice never failed to have an impact on you. Mostly excitement or arousal. It made you fill with pride. The pride you have belonging to someone wonderful.

“I don’t give a damn about your excuses! I just need that fixed-” He was cut off the moment you entered the room.

“Reginald, I’m gonna have to call you back” Patrick said, his eyes remaining glued to as he hung up.

Eyes exchanged greetings during the few seconds of silence. You smiled softly, to which he smiled in return. A small smile that fully assured he was pleased to see you.

“You didn’t have to do that” You began, motioning to the phone. Scoffing, Patrick put his legs up, crossing them over the table comfortably. “Please” he said, “...it was nothing important anyways” He added casually. Taking a few steps towards the table, your eyes spotted the walkman and his pair of headsets.

“What were you listening to?” “Katrina and the Waves” “Nice” You smiled, nodding.

He responded with another smile. Unlike the others, the smile was never forceful with you. It was genuine. The sheer reaction you would involuntarily display when someone else appreciates your taste in music.

“So…” he began, “What Brings you to Pierce & Pierce?” He asked, whilst you peeped through the blinds, “to spy on someone?” “No...By the way is Paul Allen still around?” You asked so casually, his smile suddenly disappeared. “Yes” His disgruntled tone was evident. But to his surprise you turned to him with a scowl.

“Eh! What a shame” You added unimpressed. Chuckling, he was relieved. It was unfathomable how easily he could do it now.

“Anyways...” you began, “I was in the neighborhood so I was wondering if you wanna grab lunch with me…” with a hopeful expression, you walked back to him with your hands tied behind your back. Sitting back in his regular position, Patrick looked over at his schedule.

“Sorry…I have a lunch meeting with Bryce and the others” Patrick answered coolly, still looking at it. “Oh…Okay…” crossing your arms, you looked down shyly. Except you suddenly felt his gaze on you once again, staring at you with furrowed eyebrows.

“What?” You asked, making him raise his index finger up.

“You’ve...buttoned it up wrong” He said, pointing at your jacket.

“What?”

His uncomfortable expression made you look down and gasp.

“Oh! Sorry….” You chuckled uncontrollably, “I can be such a klutz sometimes”

Patrick’s eyebrows did not relax ,for he did not believe it.You were never a klutz. It did not make sense. But the moment you finally undid your jacket, his tense eyebrows were suddenly raised with surprise.

Instead of a cotton or silk shirt, you only wore a bustier, an exquisite lace kind that complimented your figure and your complexion, simply doing wonders revealing your full, generous cleavage. Hunching forward to grab the end buttons, the cleavage involuntarily managed to pop up a bit more.

“Always do it from the bottom, right??” Joking innocently, you buttoned the up jacket, still in the midst of his attentive gaze.

“There…” You said, as the final button held the jacket together, “...all perfect! thanks to you” with a smile.

Patrick said nothing, but merely nodded in acknowledgement as he stared at you thoughtfully. His hand formed in to a fist. He seemed frustrated.

“Patrick you okay?”

“Hmm?” Woken from his thoughts, he appeared confused, “Yeah…Fine...” he muttered, with a tight lipped smile. Liar. “Right…Anyways I’m be going home then. I’ll see you...when I see you” You said, opening the door halfway, only to face him once more, “Have m fun at lunch” Winking, you made your exit. “Bye Jean!” “Bye Y/N!”

Excitement evident in her footsteps, Jean entered the office, beaming.

“I’m sorry to be so forward Patrick but...Y/N is just incredible” she said, her eyes shining. It was no surprise. You were always so nice to Jean.

“Yes she is…” Patrick said, still lost in his thoughts. “Jean…” “Yes Patrick?” She asked as he finally looked up at her. “Clear my schedule for the entire day”

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The possibility of someone such as yourself crossing paths with someone like Patrick Bateman was quite unlikely. But by the stroke of fate, it did. And the American Gardens Building was to blame.

According that he had heard on the grapevine, he had a new neighbor who had recently moved in. And it was not until one fine evening that the both of you were finally aware of each other’s existence. Returning from a night out with the guys, Patrick was just about to enter his apartment when a stranger suddenly passed him by. A stranger he simply could not take his eyes off of. Suffice to say that stranger was you.

You remembered his first ever stare so clearly. It was as you were being drenched in honey. Sticky and noticeable. You remembered how he smiled and the way he greeted you. How you greeted him back in kind, and simply went in to your apartment. Short but impressionable. It was only when you both finally got together, Patrick admitted how he masturbated that night thinking about you. Though you felt corny to the bone, you mutually agreed.

A date was an eventuality. Your mysterious aura drove him crazy enough, he finally asked you out for a drink. Curiosity was killing him. He tried to figure you out. What desire of his were you able to satisfy? What kind of girl were you going to be? But, nothing triggered him for the night passed in a flash with the two of you making merry conversation, hitting off so well. The fact you were actually unbelievably keen on him, took him by surprise. In a society where people barely noticed nor acknowledged, you managed to impress him by noticing almost everything, and knew when to keep your mouth shut. For the only times you opened it, It was to do and say the right things.

Intriguing you were in his eyes. Beautiful, with a great personality which seemed unfathomable. You were not his usual type, and you were no bimbo. You were simply ,different. Regardless of mutual or non mutual interests, the genuine interest you showed was equal. And with every dinner or drinks date, it was hard for Patrick Bateman to resist how much of actual fun he was having. Was he dreaming? None of this seemed truly possible. And quite frankly, it made him highly suspicious.

He tried testing your limits. And with one attempt he gave up fast.

It was a quiet afternoon one weekend, when you stopped by on a surprise visit to his apartment. Dressed in merely his underwear and a t-shirt, all white, he invited you in with a reluctant attitude. The sounds of the television filled the entire apartment. And it was not regular television.

“Oh! Is that porn?” You asked, as soon as you realized the erotic nature of the video being played. “Yes” Patrick answered. He did not flinch, as he watched you with focus. He watched you so closely as if you were his little science experiment. What were you going to say? How will you react?

Contrary to his expectation, you did not bat an eye. Instead, your eyes just lingered there. You stood there watching it. It was only you who knew how aroused you were getting by the sight of the erotic act that took place. The sight of the gracious naked woman on her knees, willingly savoring, tasting her lover while she went down on him. And how his hand held on to her hair tightly.

“Would you like some-” You effortlessly cut off Patrick’s formality with a kiss that contained intense pressure. You kissed him with heat, with a need, finishing it by playfully biting his lower lip. Catching her eyes in his, he sensed the soul inside you was not the same as he had seen in others. Something primal lingered in you.

“What are you thinking?” He asked.

“Well…I was thinking…” you purred, “…that we can do that better” you added, pointing at the tv without even looking at it. And it came as a surprise to Patrick when your other hand had sneakily rested on his lower abdomen, feeling the softness of his cotton white t-shirt. Lust took over, and his eyes showed off its glint. When he instantly took your hand to feel his clothed erection, you gasped with satisfaction.

The both of you ended up making a sex tape that evening, which seemed more colorful than any porno he had ever watched.

When the recorder stopped recording, when he was laying in bed beside you, Patrick could not help but marvel at your tolerance towards his sexual needs. Not only tolerant, but extremely supportive. He felt warm, he felt an unfamiliarity. And it made him hungry with greed. A greed for you, a need for you. Which was certainly rare.

That was when he knew, you only satisfied one desire and one only. His desire for genuine companionship.

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(Present)

Having lived in New York long enough, you were absolutely aware when you were being stalked. This time however, you were not alarmed, nor threatened. On the contrary, excitement bubbled within. Though you pretended to not even notice, you knew who it was. And he was to blame.

You were impressed. A few blocks was understandable. But an entire taxi ride? That was commitment for stalking. There you were, on your way back to the American Gardens Building. And you were aware of his presence a few feet away.

As you pressed the button for the elevator, you waited. You sensed him stand behind you a few feet away. The excitement increased by tenfolds.

Ding! The elevator announced its arrival with the doors opening. And you just could not resist.

“You coming, Patrick?”

You inquired coolly, whilst entering the elevator. And as you have guessed, rudely pushing away other residents with gusto, your stalker Patrick Bateman joined you inside soon after. Slamming the close button, tension grew between the two of you as the doors closed. And when finally closed, he grasped the opportunity to ambush you with a hungry kiss.

He was never the biggest fan of kisses before he met you. Sex? Yes. But kisses? Not really. But feeling the enthusiasm and heat you brought in as your contribution, he was compelled to do the same. He was addicted more than simply interested. With another Ding! The elevator finally reached your floor, witnessing the frantic lovers stumble out, lips still glued to one another. Patrick’s place was closer, thus it was already decided. The

mere few seconds his lips left yours to open the door was a punishment itself, but rectified soon after. Pulling you in, he slammed you against the closed door, only to kiss you once again. His lips were simply the definition of starved when he tasted yours, making it quite difficult for you to push his overcoat off his broad shoulders. But he proved to excel in multitasking, opening up your own jacket so fast, all of the buttons just popped out. And once again, your lace bustier revealed itself, heaving alongside your chest. “You’re such a fuckin’ tease!” Patrick breathed against your lips, “Right there in my office...Wearing this!” He added, peeling your jacket off. With a knowing smile, you chuckled.

“Ha! And here I was wondering how long it would take for you to finally give in…mmm-”

How could you really finish when he shut you up with more kisses, which was more than you could ask for.Whatever clothing obstacle that came in the way, you made sure to get rid yourself of them. His own Pin stripped Armani jacket for example. Tossing them at all directions, you were honestly quite surprised he did not pay attention. Being the meticulous man he normally was.

You attempted to walk, grabbing him by his pants during. Pressing himself against your back, his pants were quite noticeable.

“Where do you think you’re going, hmmm?” Patrick asked you, through gritted teeth as his lips grazed over your ear.

“To bed, silly! ” you replied playfully. “Good girl…” His growl, it made your inner walls quiver with impatience. You felt his hand firmly stroke your buttocks, unzipping the pencil skirt only to let it fall off you. Reaching the bed, he watched you spin around and greedily begin to undo his pants with an excited look. That excitement, that greed was akin to a child ending up at a candy store.

You were impatient, you couldn’t stress this enough. Once his pants were loose, you managed to pull out his shirt ready to undo. The sight of his sculpted abs and his tanned skin made your mouth water. Imagining him naked in his glory was a blessing you could never forget. All this, you did under his wild gaze. Pressing his forehead against yours, he groaned.

“You like this, don’t you?” There he was, teasing you once again in the most seductive of voices. Feeling the curves of your buttocks, he sneakily managed to pull down your panties.

“You bet I do, daddy” You purred, looking up at him before accepting his kisses. Open mouth, generous with tongue, you just wanted to melt in his arms. He learnt well. Biting your lower lip playfully, he pushed you to his neatly arranged bed. Giggles left your lips when he joined in. Dressed in only your lace bustier, lace panties bunched around your knees, with stockings and garters to match, you were definitely in your element for the moment. Whilst he had his hair disheveled, shirt half opened, and tie loosened along with his pants. You had Patrick Bateman right where you wanted him.

“What about your lunch plans?” “Not important” You smiled mischievously when he climbed on top on you, “You didn’t have to do that!” “Please” he said, spreading your legs open to get in between you, “It was nothing important anyways“.

Your eyes widened the moment you felt him enter you without a single warning. Happened so fast, which made it so thrilling and arousing.

His speed was evident this time, each of his thrusts translated his frustrations to your tease this morning. And you heard them speak out loud. How fucking dare you? Who gave you the fucking right? Stroking your thighs, he felt the softness of your stockings. He moved, savoring the sight of you writhe and moan with liberation.

Cupping his face, your fingers grazed around his jawline. You knew how privileged you were to touch him this way. The way your arms were placed over your body pushed your cleavage up higher, it teased Patrick even more. He announced his frustration with a harder thrusts. When that didn’t seem sufficient, you watched him pull down one of the straps of your bustier. It came down so fast you were worried of possible tearing. The beckoning was successful when he poured sloppy kisses over your curvaceous breast that popped out. Each kiss lit small fires over your skin, even more so when he trapped the erect nipple between his mouth, suckling it hard until you swore it turned blue. Your vocal responses merely were limited to sounds, for you did not have the capacity to even think as you were occupied being pleasured. Expressing his own satisfaction, he kissed, he sucked, he even left a hickey right below the curve of your breast, one that could make quite a statement. All the while he kept moving inside you. Your moans were gracious, loud and authentic. And hearing him moan in return was a gift in itself. You could reach your peak by just listening to him.

Immersed in deep pleasure, Patrick pulled your hair back, leaving kisses over your protruding neck, as his speed increased leading to him finally meeting his climax with your own. Both sounds merged together, suddenly grew quiet in unison. Like a giant wave finally crashing into the beach in slow motion. Raising his head, he looked at you.

“The next time you do that, I swear I will fuck you senseless...right in my office” he said, panting. You chuckled. “My!” You said, gleefully, “now that’s something to look forward to” Inciting laughter from him. When the laughter died, you rubbed your nose against his affectionately.

“Good…” you continued, “…then you will have something Paul Allen and Bryce will be jealous about” you teased.

“Oh...I already have…” Patrick said , “I have You”

Warmth came over you. The way he said it, sheer pride was oozing. Pride that was enriched with the fact there was a deeper understanding between you and him. An understanding that could even lead to many, many great things.

A gasp exited you when you felt him sneakily insert one of his fingers inside you, making you moan. And just like that, you were aroused once more. And he was to blame.

“I’m never letting you go, Patrick Bateman” you breathed, pulling him by the tie to kiss him, moaning further into his lips as his fingers began to work on you.

While those fingers moved, he took the pleasure in watching you. But this time, when his eyes caught yours, his heart clenched.

For the first time ever, he was afraid.

Afraid to realize how dangerous you actually were. So much so that you seem to be fully responsible for the surprising changes he had been going through.

A distraction from his every life. A type of distraction he did not want to let go.

A vital one.

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tired0artist · 3 years

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not enough (part five) the end

>part one< >part two<

>part three< >part four<

paring: female!V x Johnny Silverhand

warnings: domestic shit, fluff, a tiny bit of angst, misunderstanding, Johnny loves his girl, and she loves him, jealousy

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Warmth surrounded V’s body as she slept peacefully. Her body completely surrounded by another one, arms around her waist tight yet gentle as if they were holding the most precious thing in the world.

The blissful moment was stopped by loud cries just outside of the bedroom door.

V sighed and snuggled her head in the pillow, mumbling.

“Johnny... your cat wants to come in...”

Johnny groaned and hid his face in V’s hair, while saying in a deep morning voice.

“Yesterday he was yours, when he scratched me and snuggled with you...”

“But you made me take him in”

“You searched the whole city for food to give him”

V kicked him under the covers “Just get up and let him in before he scratches the door”

“You go” Johnny said stubbornly.

“Johnny” she whined.

The man sighed “Okay but what do I get in return?”

“The love of your life, being veryyyy happy” V said, with a smile.

Johnny pinched her side, making her jump a bit “Low blow princess”

“Okay fine. I will wear that skirt you got me...”

“Hmmm... something extra to it?”

V opened her tired eyed and looked at the smirking bastard “I will let you fuck me in it. Will that cut it, for you?”

Johnny grinned and kissed her sweetly, before getting up to let the cat in.

The merc rolled her eyes and snuggled deeper in the sheets, hoping to get another hour of sleep. Nibbles jumped into the bed and squeezed his way under the cover to snuggle into V’s chest.

She opened her eyes and smiled at the little thing.

“Hey, there baby” she cooed as the cat purred as he fell back asleep.

Johnny snorted as he got back in the bed and wrapped his arms around her once again.

“Now it’s ‘hey there baby’ and few moments ago he suddenly was my cat”

V smiled and turned a bit to kiss him on his cheek “Did I mention that I love your grumpy ass?”

“Yeah, you did. Especially in my leather pants” Johnny said with a smirk.

V shook her head and put her head back on the pillow, enjoying the warmth that Johnny provided along with Nibbles.

Two hours later V woke up in the bed alone. Both her man and her cat gone.

She stretched and made her way sleepily to the kitchen, already smiling at Johnny’s voice.

“Off of the counter buddy or she’ll nag both of us”

V silently came around the corner where she saw Johnny making coffee. His long hair pulled in a messy bun, wearing his black pyjama pants and red t-shirt.

Slowly she made her way to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, tucking her head under his arm to look up at him, saying.

“Busted”

He laughed and pointed at the cat “He doesn’t listen, not my fault”

V looked at the cat who simply meowed at her and walked closer to paw at her. She turned a bit to look at his food bowl.

“Johnny?”

“Hmm?”

“Why does our cat have a bowl full of cereal?”

Johnny looked at the food bowl in question simply shrugging “We’re out of cat food. Figured that he wouldn’t mind”

V looked up at the love of her life and bursted out laughing.

“What?” he asked in confusion “Food is food, V”

She kissed his cheek with a shake of her head “Oh you’re lucky that I love you, you gonk”

With that she pulled away and picked up their cat, putting him on the ground. Then she made her way to their fridge to make breakfast.

“After you drink your coffee you need to go out and buy him food. Our cat can’t survive on cereal, especially since we’re going out tonight”

Johnny grumbled under his breath as he drinked his black coffee while making a cup of latte for V.

“What was that Robert?” she asked, trying to act strictly.

He glared at her and said “Oh nothing, Violette”

“Dick”

“Cunt”

Meow.

They looked down at their cat who was staring at his owners.

Both lovers started laughing as Johnny said.

“Well said buddy”

V smiled at them, her chest full of warmth.

It was evening as V stood in front of the bar, cursing under her breath as she tried to pull her red leather skirt a bit down.

Whistling caught her attention and as she raised her head up she saw smirking Judy and Panam walking towards her.

“Not. A. Word—“

“Damn you look like a rockstar” Judy said with a mischievous smirk.

“Or rather a rockstar’s chick” Panam corrected with a grin.

V glared at them, her cheeks dusted with a bit of a blush. She was wearing a short red leather skirt, black and red SAMURAI t-shirt from that 2020 tour, fishnets and combat boots. Her black hair was left unchanged and a bit messy and her usually purple painted lips were now dark red.

“Fuck off”

The girls laughed and looked at each other asking.

“Johnny?”

V nodded still blushing “Johnny...”

They laughed again as V crossed her arms with a pout. It was no secret that she preferred wearing pants some turtle neck and a jacket. But Johnny, always insisted on her wearing something more ‘sexy’ from time to time.

Even when he was inside her head, he would nag her about only wearing one thing.

“Okay, if the comedian squad would like to join me. It would be fucking great”

Soon V and the girls were sitting in a large booth, drinking their drinks.

“—and Saul even agreed with me! It’s still so weird leading the family with him...”

V smiled saying “Well I’m not surprised he agreed it was a pretty good plan, Panam. Also I get the feeling, Rogue started nagging me to take over as a fixer and the owner of Afterli—“

“Holy shit, V! You never told us that!” Judy said in shock as she shared a look with Panam.

“I didn’t?” V asked out loud with a frown.

“Em no? The fuck V! That’s big!” Panam said, but as she saw V looking away she frowned asking “Aren’t you happy?”

V shuffled in her seat “I don’t know... I mean. I want to say yes and all, but Johnny and I... we still haven’t decided on what we want to do”

“You should follow your gut, V. It served you well so far” said Judy while taking a drink of her fruit and tequila drink.

“I agree. I mean that’s what I do with Saul all this time. And look I’m doing fucking great” added Panam while waving to a waitress to bring her another beer.

V smiled and nodded “Yeah. Yeah maybe you’re right”

The girls smiled at her just as V felt someone’s hand touch her hip. She turned, her hand already moving to punch whoever touched her, only for it to be stopped by a familiar metal arm.

Johnny grinned and brought her fist closer to his lips to kiss it, saying “I love the way you greet me sweetheart”

V rolled her eyes and looked behind her boyfriend where Kerry, Danny and Nancy stood. She smiled at the group saying.

“Hi!”

Johnny was quickly pushed away by the group as they all hugged and greeted the young merc, along with her friends.

“So you sure you don’t want to play with us?” Nancy asked with a grin.

“No, no, no I’m not good with the guitar or singing—“

“Bullshit. V has some talent, heard her humming few times and sing while drunk. She’s good” Judy said with a smile as V blushed.

“Huh I think that I only heard you humm once, when I was in the coma... but it’s a bit fussy” Johnny said with a frown.

Kerry grinned “Someone’s hidding their talent, honey?”

V’s face was ok fire as she crossed her arms “No. I’m good at breaking arms so if you wanna continue?”

The group quickly scattered with only Johnny left as he laughed and kissed her, slowly but deeply. As he pulled away he whispered “You’ll have to sing to me someday, sweetheart”

With that he walked away while calling over his shoulder “Love your ass in this skirt by the way!”

V rolled her eyes and turned back to her friends, ordering a drink as the girls laughed at her flustered expression.

During the night, the SAMURAI was playing in the bar. V smiled as she saw Johnny enjoying being back on the stage once again, along with his friends. He and Kerry worked everything out during the time that Johnny was back. Now SAMURAI was playing at least once a month in some bars, V was always there. Sometimes alone and sometimes with her friends.

Johnny always asked for her to find a place to sit where he could see her. He said that he felt better knowing that she was right there in the line of his sight. So tonight he definitely saw two guys come over to their booth.

“Hey there, beautiful” one of them said, leaning closer to V.

“Fuck off” she said rolling her eyes.

“Oh come on, pretty girl” the other one said.

Panam looked ready to stand up, but V signaled her to stay seated as she herself stood up to the two far taller men. One of them noticed her t-shirt and said.

“Oh you like SAMURAI? Well it’s your lucky day, beautiful. Cause we know the whole band” said the first one, with a grin.

The music was loud enough that both men didn’t hear both Judy and Panam snort, trying to stifle their laughter.

V raised her brow, deep inside kinda pitying the guys for how unluckily they chose the lie.

“Yeah! We’re even going to the after party with them! Back at Eurodyne’s apartment!” said the other guy.

She smiled wickedly and said in a dumbest tone she could manage “Oh really! Oh I looooove Kerry! He’s the best!”

The girls were almost shaking with laughter as V played her part.

“So eh.. you coming?” the guy asked as his friend smiled.

“Yeah sure, let’s go outside” V said with a smirk.

To no surprise. Once the guys grabbed V’s arms in a not so friendly manner and led her outside, into an alleyway.

“Now shut up. You’re going to with us”

V snorted “Yeah that’s a good one”

With that V pushed them away, kicking the closest guy in his knee, causing to snap back. Then she turned and punched the other and bigger guy, but he managed to duck. V picked up a pipe from the ground and hit the guy on the ground who was probably looking for his gun. As she did that, the other guy grabbed her around the waist.

“Fucking bitch! You’re coming with me!”

“Fuck off!” she screamed, hitting him on the nose with the back of her head.

The guy let go of her and she turned to pick up her pipe, when a gun shoot was heard.

V flinched as a body behind her fell on the ground with a loud thud. She looked up to see Johnny standing in the alleyway, his gun in his hand.

“Johnny—“ she started just as he shot the guy on the ground, who was unconscious right between the eyes.

Then he was walking towards her, his expression unreadable. When she was in the arm’s reach, he pulled her closer and hugged tightly.

She rubbed his back as he was trembling slightly. He would say that it was from the cold, but V knew what triggered him.

“Hey... hey I’m okay. No one’s taking me”

After a moment Johnny pulled away and touched her cheek saying “Don’t you ever do something like this again”

V bit her lip and nodded “Okay, okay I’m sorry. I just knew that they wouldn’t leave us alone and didn’t want to make a fuss in the bar”

“I don’t care about that. Just watching them grab you like that and take out of the bar—“

“Shh... I know, I’m sorry. I didn’t think, okay? I’m right here” V said, feeling bad that she cause Johnny to in a way, relive his trauma.

They stood there for a while just holding each other, before V pulled him back inside the bar. On their way there Johnny kicked one of the corpses.

“Fucking dogs”

V only rubbed his back and kissed his cheek. Once inside she and Johnny joined their friends at the booth.

No one seemed too worried, probably knowing that V could handle herself. Especially since Johnny went out to look for her.

Kerry smiled at them warmly and asked about what happened. V told him about the guys and he simply shook his head with a snort.

“So I’m guessing they weren’t your chooms?” V asked with a smirk, trying to lighten up the mood.

Kerry laughed and shook his head “Nah, maybe there’s some other Eurodyne in the town”

V laughed and looked up at Johnny who was still stiffly holding her hand, squeezing it every once in a while. As if he was making sure that she was right there with him. She pinched his side, bringing his eyes to hers as she said.

“Relax, I’m fine. We’re fine”

He nodded and kissed her hair, whispering “I love you”

“And I you” V whispered with a smile.

The rest of the night the band and V’s friends spent drinking at the bar. The odd bunch of people were all surprisingly getting along.

Nancy was really interested in Panam and her clan, already asking the nomad if she could maybe do an article on them. Danny and Judy seemed to only talk about the braindances and new technologies on the market. While Kerry, Johnny and V were talking about everything and nothing at the same time.

But the topic mostly surrounded Johnny and how he was when Kerry first met him.

“—and there was Johnny. Jumping out of the window of some new chick and running to my car, screaming for me to drive”

V snorted and Johnny shrugged his shoulders, his hand still holding his girlfriend’s hand.

“She never told me that she had a husband”

Kerry snorted “And you didn’t ask. You’re lucky the guy didn’t shoot your balls off”

V laughed and looked up at the man beside her.

“You really were impossible”

Johnny looked down at her and smirked “Sweetheart you had me inside your brain. It shouldn’t be a revelation for you”

“True” V said with a grin.

“Okay chooms, it’s time to start the party” said Johnny as he waved the waitress over, ordering a shit ton of alcohol.

It was around four in the morning, as the women all went to have a smoke in front of the bar, leaving Johnny and Kerry all alone.

“You’re not drunk” said Kerry, as he took a sip of his drink.

Johnny shrugged “I’m tipsy and someone needs to take us to our apartment. Seeing how V was barely walking, means that it’ll be me”

Kerry smiled at his friend saying “You changed, Johnny. And not because someone made you. You changed on your own. Never thought that I would live long enough to see it”

Johnny looked down at his own drink, saying “I honestly felt tempted to drink some more tonight. I didn’t want to remember how I got home and wake up with my head about to explode...”

“But?” Kerry asked, already knowing what his friend will say.

“But then I remembered V. And the thought of going home with her, drunk off of my ass in this fucked up city. Stopped being appealing” Johnny said, as his fists clenched “You know that when Alt was taken... I was both drunk and high. I couldn’t protect her and she paid the price for my stupidity. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself, if V suffered because I choose ‘fun’ over her”

Kerry put down his drink and reached across the table to put his hand on Johnny’s shoulder “Johnny. What happened to Alt, will never happen to V okay? She’s the best mercenary in this city, has every fixer here backing her up and Johnny fucking Silverhand is by her side at all times. So she’s safer than most people are”

Johnny smiled and nodded, but the weight didn’t exactly leave his shoulders. Before he could thank Kerry, Judy came up to them.

“V’s calling you”

Immediately Johnny was on his feet, grabbing her and his jackets and leaving the bar. There he saw Panam, Danny and Nancy crouching next to sobbing V.

He kneeled in front to her asking “V? Hey, what’s going on sweetheart?”

V’s head snapped up right away as she jumped and wrapped her arms around his neck, saying.

“Johnny!! I thought that you left...”

Her words confused him as he said “V, I was inside with Kerry. You went out to smoke remember?”

She shook her head mumbling “I only smoke so that you would come out and talk to me...”

Johnny was a silent for a few seconds, before smiling at her “You could just ask, I would come along”

V mumbled something drunkenly and gripped his jacket harder, not letting go as tears were still streaming down her flushed cheeks.

Johnny sighed and looked up at Nancy who seemed to be the most sober “Call us a cab, will ya? I’ll take her home, she needs to sleep it off”

“Yeah I thought so.. I already called. It should be here any minute”

“Thanks”

The women nodded and headed back inside the bar with a short goodbye.

Johnny picked up V as she started calming down a bit, exhaustion taking a toll on her.

The ride home was mostly peaceful as V fell asleep on his chest in the cab. He then carried her up to their new apartment and put her in their bed.

After dressing her into her favourite pyjamas, wiping off her makeup and checking all the windows and doors, Johnny laid down with her.

The move of the mattress woke her up a bit, as she mumbled “Johnny?”

He hugged her closely and kissed her head, whispering “I’m right here, go back to sleep”

She snuggled into him and once again fell asleep, with his following soon after.

Next morning was tough for V as she groaned and pulled her pillow over her head.

“Rough morning, sweetheart?” Johnny asked with a smirk from where he was leaning against the door frame.

V raised the pillow a big and glared at him “Don’t you know it, bastard”

He laughed and went to sit by her side, rubbing her back slightly “If you’re gonna puke. I would rather you do it in the bathroom and not in our bed”

She flipped him off saying “You can bite my ass!”

And to no one’s surprise.

He did just that.

V jumped and threw her pillow at him “The fuck Johnny?!”

Johnny laughed and watched as she was rubbing her ass cheek.

“I did what you suggested, sweetheart”

She glared “Dick”

“Cunt” he said still smirking.

They stared at each other for a while, before Johnny finally stood up saying “I’ll go make you some breakfast, you have painkillers on the nightstand”

“Thanks” she mumbled already moving to get some.

By late noon V was feeling a bit better and finally got out of the bed. She was cleaning the kitchen a bit, when Johnny came in the kitchen handing her, her jacket.

“Get ready, we’re going out”

V took the jacket asking “Where?”

“You’ll see. I want to talk to you about something. So move your ass, so we can delta out of here” he said while going to sit in the living area.

Feeling confused as hell, V made her way to their bedroom and got dressed. She was just pulling her hair into a messy bun, as she walked out.

“Ready?” Johnny asked, getting up from their red leather couch.

“Yeah but—“

“No questions. Now let’s go” he said, taking her hand and walking out of the apartment.

Around 20 minutes later they pulled up at the familiar hotel. V got out and looked at Johnny in confusion.

“Pistis Sophia” she stated.

Johnny nodded and reached out to take her hand, leading them to the familiar balcony near the also familiar room.

Once there, he let go of her hand and leaned against the railing. Looking at the sun reflecting in the water.

“You know... I think that’s the place where I realised that I love you” he said, still admiring the view.

V smiled and also leaned on the railing, their arms touching “Mine was at your supposed grave, when you asked for a second chance... you smiled at me a bit awkwardly as if half thinking that I would tell you to piss off”

Johnny smiled, reaching over to take V’s hand in his metal one.

“So I fell first huh? That’s new”

V laughed saying “Maybe. Maybe not. I’m not exactly sure when I started loving you, I just know when I realised that I had these feelings”

They stayed silent for a little while, just looking at the sea as they hands stayed joined.

“Rogue offered to pass down the Afterlife to me. Along with being a fixer” V suddenly said, not wanting to hold it inside any longer.

Johnny looked at her with a small smile “I know”

V furrowed her brows asking “You know?”

“Yeah. She actually asked for my opinion on this”

“And what did you say?”

“That there’s no one else who could do it as good as you. Also told her to get out of her ass and ask you herself” Johnny said with a grin.

V laughed a bit, before asking “Do you really think that I should do it?”

“The question is, sweetheart. Do you want to do it?”

She looked down saying “I don’t know... we still didn’t exactly figure out what we want to do next and—“

“V” said Johnny as he touched her chin, making her look in the eyes “I want you to do what you want to do. Don’t look at me, just follow your heart”

V smiled and took his hand “I love you, Johnny. And I want to take Rogue’s offer, but I want you to be happy as well”

“I lived my life V. I did what I wanted, acted how I wanted and worked where I wanted. Now it’s time for you to do the same”

“But what do you want?” she asked, feeling unsure of the whole thing.

Johnny smiled and kissed her hair “I just want you. Our small apartment. Our ugly cat and to just wake up with you in my arms”

V smiled asking “So what? The great Johnny Silverhand going to retirement?”

He shrugged “Why not. I could do some merc work every now and then, if we’ll be tight on the money. Help you out at Afterlife and still play once a month with Kerry and the girls. But yeah, retirement sounds nice”

“Are you sure though? I don’t want you holding back because of me, Johnny”

“I’m sure, sweetheart. I just want to be with you” Johnny said, kissing V gently and slowly as the sun shined on them.

When they pulled away Johnny grinned at her saying “And to prove that, I want to ask you something”

V watched as he pulled away and pulled out something from his pocket. Then he opened his palm to show her two silver rings. She gasped and looked into his dark eyes.

“I know that, I didn’t propose to you first but who really gives a shit about sentimental crap like that. So, Violette Bakker. Would you like to marry me, right here in this dirty hotel?” he asked with a smirk, but his eyes were shining with warmth and love.

V teared up a bit, but still grinned saying “Well, Robert John Linden. I would love to marry you, even on the junkyard where they dumbed me”

He smiled at her and leaned down to kiss her passionately, few tears escaping from V’s eyes.

When they pulled away, V took the bigger ring and tried to slit it on Johnny’s left hand. But the metal fingers weren’t exactly made for wearing rings.

“Oh... didn’t really think about that” Johnny said, frowning slightly.

V pulled the ring away and instead reached for Johnny’s dog tags. She pulled them off of his neck.

“What are you—?” Johnny started, but cut himself off as he watched V getting his ring on the chain, where it joined the tags.

She smiled at him and put them back on his neck, before doing the same thing to her own dog tags and ring.

“Now we can wear them the same way” she said with a sweet smile.

Johnny touched the ring that was hanging around his neck and smiled too, saying.

“I love you”

V also touched her own ring, saying “I love you too”

The pair stood there looking at each other, in the place that really started what they had now. Some might say that it was just an old dirty hotel. A place that didn’t hold any meaning.

But to Johnny and V?

That place meant everything to the start of their story and to the very end of it.

•the end•

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lady-thor-foster · 3 years

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Say Okay // Thor x Reader (Roommate AU) P1

Pairing: Thor x WOC Reader Word Count: 1.4k+ Warning: No powers, smut, langauge, feelios. We all know what you’re here for :D

Summary: It’s been so long since someone’s made you feel wanted, cherished and loved. It’s been even longer since you’ve gotten lucky! What happens when you discover your roommate a wants to give you all of the above?

Inspiration: “Say Okay” – Vanessa Hudgens

“When you call, I don’t know, If I should pick up the phone, every time… I’m not like all my friends who keep calling up the boys, I’m so shy But I don’t wanna be into you, If you don’t treat me the right way. See I can only start seeing you If you can make my heart feel safe...”

How many years has it been since you felt the touch of a lover?

Fuck if you knew. You were content with your toys and fanfic, you told yourself. (That’s a lie, but we’re not talking about that right now). You’re not one of those people who needs to be in a relationship to feel happy. You were completely happy by yourself! (This is only half a lie, that counts, right?)

Of course, it certainly doesn’t help that you have a blonde god for a roommate, and he is no stranger to hot people sharing his bed. Human or not, Thor is just not of this world. It’s obvious at this point the universe is mocking just how empty it is on the other side of your bed.

Groaning, you stuffed your face into a pillow and tried very hard not to replay the sounds of the intense sex going on at the end of the hall. No, you’re not jealous at all, you told yourself. You totally didn’t mind hearing the couple he brought home moaning in ecstasy for the last 4 hours. (This is absolutely another lie).

How much stamina does Thor have anyway?? How is a marathon for 4 hours actually possible???? Did they stop for drinks?? Shaking the nearly endless stream of thoughts from your head, you chastised yourself for being so nosy. Thor’s a grown man, he’s welcome to fuck who he likes. (And he does, frequently and several times a night…). Gods, you really need to get laid.

“That’s it! No more feeling sorry for yourself [Y/N],” you proclaimed, “We are going out with the girls tonight and we are getting fucked!”

A loud snort followed by a crash and a yelp sounded on the other side of your bedroom door. Blood suddenly drained from your face as you realized your apartment had been suspiciously quiet for the last few minutes. Oh no. He didn’t hear that…did he?

Racing to the door, your heart thundered as you swung it open to reveal a still shirtless Norse man blushing visibly. Oh, fuck. A broken vase was littered around his bare feet, clearly knocked from the table; he grinned at you sheepishly. Can the ground open and just swallow you whole, right now? That’s not too much to ask for, is it?

“I’ll clean it up?” he said, still looking as embarrassed as you. Taking a deep breath, you decided you’re both adults, there’s no reason this needs to be awkward. (Too late). There’s only one of the most attractive people standing shirtless and barefoot in front of—BAREFOOT!

“Don’t move!” you shouted, startling you both, “there’s broken pieces everywhere and you’re not wearing any shoes!" Thor glanced down and you swore his ears turned an even brighter shade of red. Slipping on your sneakers, you carefully tip toed around what was left of the ceramic vase and worked really hard not to look your roommate in the eye. Once you were clear of the debris, you dashed quickly to the kitchen, snagged the broom, his shoes, and headed back to the hallway. Thor just watched you with an amused expression when you walked towards him with outstretched arms.

“Chop chop, motherfucker,” you smirked, “it ain’t gonna clean itself.” He snorts again and takes the broom and shoes from you. After putting his shoes on, he begins to sweep up the debris. How is it possible that he even looks beautiful doing menial chores? You’re definitely not frumpy by any means but he is just unfairly gorgeous, and you still have no idea how he agreed to be your roommate.

“Having some trouble getting fucked, are you?” he asked. This is one of those times where you’re so glad to be blessed with dark coppery skin; no one can see you blush. You wouldn’t be bested by him, especially not tonight!

“I’ll have you know, I do perfectly fine, thank you. I’m just highly selective, that’s all,” you said with your chin held high. He narrowed his gaze at your bluff and decided to call it anyway.

“Really? Why is it we’ve been roommates for almost two years and I’ve never seen anyone in your bed that wasn’t Hilde, Gamora, or Clintasha?” Your eyes widened slightly at his observations. Damn, he didn’t miss a thing, did he?

“Highly. Selective.”

“Right, and I’m Sif.”

“Highly. Selective. That’s all!” Thor shook his head at you and continued cleaning up. When his back was turned, you snuck into your bedroom and closed the door softly behind you. Now, back to your mission.

“I’m surprised you wanted to come out tonight, [Y/n]” Natasha said as she sipped her drink, “you don’t normally do this kind of thing.” There were three of you seated at at VIP table in a club that was simply called “Dongs”. Yes it was exactly that kind of club and yes you cringed every time you thought of where you were.

“I’m tired of having an empty bed,” you said simply. Natasha and Gamora nodded in understanding and gestured around the bar.

“Take your pick, I’m sure anyone of these people would be happy to warm your bed for the night.” Natasha was right. Ever since the two you set foot into the club you’d been getting sultry looks from the crowd. It made you feel good. It made you feel sexy.

“Wanna dance?” came a deep, velvety voice. You turned your head to find an exquisitely beautiful dark- skinned man with a smile as bright as the sun and thick locs that fell past his broad shoulders. Meeting his smile, you took his hand and allowed him to lead you to the dance floor. Glancing back at the girls they raised their glasses in approval and grinned wickedly. The gorgeous man pulled you close and leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“Heimdall,” he said. You didn’t know a name could sound so sexy falling from someone’s lips.

“[Y/n],” you responded, matching his energy. A chuckle rumbled through his chest and you shivered. The anticipation of his hands roaming your body sent goosebumps down your spine. The music changed to a slow song and Heimdall placed his hands respectfully on your hips, moving his in time with yours.

“Seems like I asked you to dance at the right time.”

“I think anytime dancing with you is the right time,” you replied. He chuckled again and pulled you flush against his body. You wrapped your arms around his neck and swayed to the beat.

You didn’t know where this sudden confidence came from, but you couldn’t help it. The way his amber eyes looked at you made you feel oh so desired. You weren’t doing much more than swaying your hips together to the rhythm of the song but the heat in gaze made you burn. The scent of his cologne was making your head spin. You bit your lip and briefly wondered would it be like to kiss him. Little did you know, he was wondering the same thing.

He leaned down and brushed his lips against your cheek. The sweetness behind the gentle gesture made you melt. Where has this man been your entire life?

“Is this okay?” he asked, the question reflecting in his eyes. You nodded eagerly, with a wide smile plastered on your face. He grinned back at you. Feeling bold, you stood on your tip toes and brushed a kiss to his full lips. He grunted in surprise.

“Is that okay?” you asked back. Instead of answering you verbally, he dipped his head and kissed you again, deeply. The feel of his mouth moving against yours was heaven. It had been so long since anyone kissed you like this that you couldn’t help but feel a little rusty. A trickle of insecurity set in and you pulled away.

“Too fast?” he questioned; his brow furrowed in worry. You shook your head and bit your lip nervously.

“It’s been a while,” you replied, ``I don’t normally do this.”

“That’s okay,” he soothed, rubbing his warm hands up and down your arms, “we can just dance if you want.” And so you danced.

Turns out, Heimdall was quite the dancer. He shuffled, two stepped, and lifted you like you weighed nothing. It was the most fun you’d had in quite a while! Three hours later and you felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you were greeted with a surprise!

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zodiyack · 4 years

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Tommy Shelby Special HCs

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x (read note)!reader

Warnings: Swearing, violence, a bit o’ sexual reference, alcohol

Note!: So I had an idea. Rosa Diaz from B99 kind of reminds me of Tommy, so what if the reader had a personality...like Rosa’s? I have more ideas of weird kind-of-crossovers || I slightly hate this, so if you like it please let me know! <33

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He would meet you because you were friends with Ada. She was one of the few people who could make you smile

However, the way he met you would be forever known as one of the scariest...but horniest moments of his life

You threw a guy off his stool and he landed at the feet of the Shelby brothers.

In all honesty, you were pretty much visibly f u m i n g

It was hot

Anyways

Tommy watched as you drunkenly stumbled to Ada, scooping her up in a hug before yelling,

“I’ve only known this sexy woman for a month. But if anything were to happen to her, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.”

I had to

It honestly took him by surprise...

Well really, it took all the Shelby family by surprise, but you get it

After Ada sobered you up the best she could, she introduced you to her family

“Hunka Hunka” were the only words that came out of your mouth, and they came out...when you turned to Tommy.

The brother’s laughed it off while Ada tried to remind them that you were still somewhat drunk

Tommy thought it was amusing though- so he encouraged you to drink more

“Okay, if you’re buyi-” “No Y/n, no more alcohol.” “Boss lady says no, sorry Tommy-boy.”

The night went by alright, you didn’t speak much, nor did you smile at all

It genuinely made the Shelby boy curious

Ada and you slept over at the Shelby residence, and as always- you woke up first.

Charlie was crying so that might’ve been the reason why, but this time, it was cause you missed the cutie

Ada had babysat him with you before, that went unknown to Tommy though

You picked him up and smiled, whispering kind words softly to the young boy

At some point you even sang a nice little song, your voice no longer the dull emotionless voice you put on daily

After 10 minutes or so, you felt a gaze on your back

Your smile fell from your face, “Tell anyone about this and I’ll slit your throat.” You really didn’t mean it..or did you?

“Ah, but then the other Shelbys will have to slit yours. We don’t want that, now do we?”

Before you turned to face the ocean eyed man, you kissed Charlie’s head lightly and returned back to your infamous emotionless face/attitude

He didn’t tell you, but he did see at least a minute or two of your smile

and damn did he want to see it again

He questioned you about how you knew his son and why you thought it would be okay to hold and kiss him

You simply replied with, “I’ve learned to love and adore him thanks to Ada.” and handed him the little boy, walking out of the room

And you can’t tell me that you didn’t purposely bump his shoulder on the way out

He couldn’t help but feel a bit turned on

A woman, dressed in a nightgown she borrowed from Ada, just showed her true colors to a boy that isn’t even hers, and then turned right back to a badass within the presence of the man most people feared.

You showed no fear, let alone any emotion

You were stuck in his head

The question is- is that a good or bad thing?

You left and Tommy would.not.stop.bothering.Ada.

He asked questions about you over and over again

It was amusing but still annoying

Ada, being over Tommy’s need to know information of his crush, decided to invite you over again just so he’d shut up

When you did, you asked about Tommy

“No, not you too!”

“Oh hush, I’m just curious. I don’t want him stopping me from saying hi to Char Char”

Oml I wanna say Char Char Binks now

And well...speak of the devil.

Tommy greeted you, with Charlie on his hip

You held the empty looking face and waved to the two

You’d say a proper hello to Charlie later

This went on for a while, you being greeted by the Peaky Blinder, then you giving him a small wave plus emotionless expression, you sneaking off to go hang out with Charlie... You were surprised Tommy hadn’t caught onto you

That was because he had

Every time you snuck into Charlie’s room, you were giggling with him and smiling so much it made your face hurt

It was this one day, that he knew he loved you, the woman who preferred trousers over skirts;

You were talking to Arthur and Tommy about joining the Peaky Blinders when some guy bumped into Tommy and then you

Before Tommy could do anything about it, you shoved the guy

“Move it, scum.”

While the man was on the ground, you kicked him in the gut and then continued the conversation as if nothing happened

“Yes, I can be ther-” “You’re hired.”

Both brothers interrupted you

Their faces were full of awe

You fought off a smile and thanked them

Tommy and Arthur both saw the smile itching to show, exchanging looks of amusement

Later, at the Garrison, you were attempting to open a bottle of whiskey

When you couldn’t get it open, you threw it at the ground and kicked the pieces of glass across the floor

“I’ll pay for that.”

Again, it was very much needed

“Y/n!” Ada now had mom mode activated “Please. Just- just go pay for that so we can sit down.”

While you were paying, a random person came up behind you and asked what you were doing all alone, wrapping an arm around your waist.

You grabbed his hand off your body and twisted it, “Fuck off, creep.”

Ada quickly grabbed you and hurried back to the table of her brothers- who were laughing their asses off

even Tommy

“What- No one touches me without my permission.”

Arthur was the first brother to speak up from his laughter. “You, Y/n, are a scary woman.”

You winked in response. Who has time for ‘thank yous’ and smiles?

After they caught their breathe and the laughter died down, you took a seat next to Tommy.

He would be lying if he said his heart didn’t skip a beat

This night was fun...and crazy, and not just for Tommy

A man walked up to the table and started insulting and threatening the Shelbys, and you didn’t take to lightly to that.

“Son of a bitch!”

Shelby families eyes = wide asf

they can handle themselves but like, wOaH woman

You leaped out of your seat and tackled the man

When the Shelby boys and Ada got out of their seats, they saw you straddling the guy with his shirt collar in your fists, his nose was already bleeding thanks to your knuckles

He was crying and apologizing continuously

Ada pulled you off the man and told you to let him go

your breathing was not steady in the slightest, but that wasn’t alarming due to how badass you looked

That, unfortunately, wasn’t the end of it.

The man decided he was gonna fuck up his mercy, and insult as well as try to throw some punches at Tommy

And boy did he fuck up big time

You broke out of Ada’s grip and jumped onto the man’s back

With your gun against his head, you said words you thought no one would hear, “Leave my lover alone. You do anything involving him again, and he tells me, I’ll do something to you and it won’t be pretty.”

He scurried out of the bar as fast as his legs could carry him

Just as you sat back down in your spot by the Peaky Blinders leader and closed your eyes...

“So, I’m your lover now?”

“Yes. Now shut up and hold me.”

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markwrecksmysoul · 4 years

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Got7 reaction to getting teased by the group members the morning “after”

Jaebum

The morning light nearly blinded you as you slowly opened your eyes still groggy it was to be expected considering the very long night you had. A deep vibrating sigh reached your ears from the man lying next to you. You smiled and looked at his face. So peaceful, his bare shoulders peaked out from underneath the covers and you let your eyes wander his features. It was a perfect night and this was a perfect morning. Jaebum grunted his hands coming up to rub the sleep out of his eyes.

“G’morning”. You leaned in planting a short kiss on his forehead. “Morning”. All was well, until you heard his bedroom door open. The last face you needed to see popped in.

“Ayeeeeeeee there’s the loud couple! You have fun?” Jaebum groaned. And you squeaked hiding your body underneath the sheet.

“Jackson! Get out!” Jaebum yelled tossing a throw pillow at him. Jacksons laugh rang through the hall as he ran out to dodge the hit.

“Haha! Be a little quieter next time and I will!”

Youngjae

You chomped down on your lip watching as youngjae tugged his pants up, buttoning them. Your eyes traced every curve, dip, and nook of his toned torso. Your fingers itched to touch him again. Last night the two of you had finally had sex, and to put it mildly you weren’t disappointed with his performance. You could’ve woken the dead last night.

You finally rolled out of his bed yourself and put on your own clothes to grab some well earned breakfast. You both walked out into the living area hand in hand grinning like two crazed lovers. You were surprised to see the entirety of Youngjae’s roommates already sitting out there as if they were waiting.

Bambam spoke up first. “Did you two have fun last night?” Immediate embarrassment washed over you. So you really were loud.

Youngjae snickered , “sorry we got a little....carried away, did we wake you?”

Jinyoung grumbled, “wake me! I’ll show y-“. Before jinyoung could launch himself at the two of you mark held him back.

Youngjae who was red in the face at this point held back a laugh and formerly bowed to them.

“Sorry we’ll be more quiet next time”.

Jinyoung

“No I don’t wanna go out there baby what if they confront us?”

You said the butterflies manifesting into bats inside your stomach.

The feeling was due to sheer embarrassment and possibly the after effects of you and Jinyoung going at it particularly hard last night. You could hardly walk let alone endure a teasing from the boys this morning. You knew damn well you were loud . Very loud.

But jinyoung was having none of your skittish behavior this morning. “They won’t come on let’s go out there”.

Against your pleadings he dragged you out and your legs could barely hold you up let alone resist the strong tug. You stumbled after him. Mark, bambam and Jackson sat in the living room watching some random morning show. They abandoned the show to see the two of you come in. Mark blushed hard and cleared his throat. But Jackson and Bambam grinned at one another and at the same time shouted the most embarrassing thing you could hear.

“OH GOD JINYOUNG”.

Your jaw dropped and marks eyes widened. Before jinyoung could say anything you had already launched the tv remote at their heads. And jinyoung could only watch as you hunted the two trouble makers down and whacked them senseless with the couch cushions.

Yugyeom

Last night you had seen a different side to yugyeom he was nothing like the sleeping angel lying next to you now the morning after. You grinned your entire body still throbbing like an exposed nerve from all the attention you’d received. Yugyeom didn’t let up even as you were screaming out for him to. You were sure his poor roommates had heard it all. Yugyeom hummed rolling over as his eyes slowly opened.

“Morning sleepyhead.” You say with a halfway giddy smile.

Yugyeoms bed head stuck out in all directions as he popped his head up to smile at you. “Good morning baby ugh I’m starving let’s get some food”. He hopped up to get dressed.

“Right”. You tugged on your own clothes feeling your stomach growl. As you both walked out you ran smack into Youngjae who’s eyes were puffy and mouth was set to a frown.

“Hey! You know I’m a light sleeper how could you betray me like that man”. You snickered as yugyeom looked embarrassed. He knew what Youngjae meant.

“M-my bad sorry”.

He bowed and gripped your hand hightailing it out of there.

Bambam

You felt like you were on cloud nine. Last had been a perfect anniversary night and the morning after was currently living up to the standard Bambam sat at the edge of the bed prattling on about the two of you going out for breakfast while putting on his clothes.

You weren’t really listening, you were too busy admiring the way the muscles in his back moved as he bent and tied his shoes. Bambam was a skinny guy but what he lacked in bulk he made up for with what you called “secret muscles” you chuckled to yourself at the silly name.

Bambam turned to you buttoning up his shirt. “Babygirl? Are you listening?” You snapped out of your daze and stared up at him. “Sorry no.”

Bambam laughed. “I must’ve knocked a concussion into you when your head hit the bed frame huh?” You grumbled roughly throwing a pillow at him as he broke down laughing.

“Shut up idiot!” You got up stomping over to the bathroom to showeand change. After a good hour, you came out dressed tossing your shower cap and damp towel and wash cloth into your bag before moseying over to the living room.

“Oh there she is! The squealer!” You gasped at the comment that came out of mark of all people. Fully embarrassed you kept over the couch like a trained parkour specialist to pummel him.

“Mark you rat! I’ll get you!” Bambams laughs doubles him over as he watched.

Jackson

You woke to the feel of soft kisses on your face then moments later a heavy weight on top of you. “Y/nnnnn wake up”. God, morning people. You rubbed your eyes glaring up at the smiling boy. Still you loved the big rascal, the weight on you gave way to memories of last night flooding in. It was scary how quickly Jackson could switch from sexy to fluffy.

You sighed. “Alright I’m up now get off you weigh a ton!” You say pushing against his chest. He pouted not budging. “Are you calling me fat babe?”You grunted pushing against his chest some more.

“Yes now get off so I can get dressed!” Jackson’s hands snapped out and caught your wrists pushing your arms down. You looked into his eyes they screamed mischief. His lips touched along your jaw traveling to your lips. You hummed as his lips pressed against yours. Then as if he had drawn out exactly what he wanted he sat up and got off.

Your mouth fell open. That little- you growled low in your throat and gathered your clothes yanking them on. By the time you’d dressed most of your annoyance and arousal had dissipated. You both waltzed out of his room into the living room. There sat Yugyeom and jinyoung sitting cross legged waiting for you. “Well look Yugyeom if it isn’t the siren and her mate. Did you two have fun waking me up at two am?” Jackson grinned ear to ear clearly very proud.

He pulled you closer to his side by the waist. “Yup I make her scream like a piggy every night”. You thwacked the side of his forehead. “That’s not something you brag about you big idiot! and I’m not a piggy!”

“Ouch baby your love hurts”

Mark

The morning light shined on Marks closed eyes. You watched his nose twitch cutely while he slept. He looked like an angel. He wasn’t. There was no way an angel could pull off what he’d managed last night. You’ve had sex a few time but none of those experiences could top his performance. You were sure youd probably woken everyone within a ten mile radius. You were actually a bit nervous to look Marks roommates in the eye.

A grunt fell from marks lips as he woke up his brown eyes shining like honey as the lights hit them. “Goodmorning”. You said swiping a stray strand of hair away from his forehead. He sat up stretching his long limbs out. “Mornin”. You watched him shamble out of bed to get dressed for the day. You watched him tug on a shirt and fasten the button of his jeans before finally tearing your eyes away to change yourself.

You and mark stepped out of his room dressed and walked hand in hand into the kitchen to grab something to eat considering you two had worked up quite an appetite. Instead of greeting breakfast item you saw each and every one of marks roommates sat at the kitchen island and waiting for you.

Jinyoung was the first to speak up. “Whatever you did to make her scream like that don’t do it again”. You couldn’t help but chuckle.

Jackson spoke second. “I think you woke the neighbors!” Yugyeom frowned. “I’m too young to hear these things.” He screeched.

You were keeled over with laughter at this point mark could barely hold it together trying to keep the smile off his face. Until the boys all joined in your laughter of the situation. “I’m...aha.....I’m sorry it won’t happen again.” Mark choked out between chuckles

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#got7 #got7 jb #got7 yugyeom #got7 jackson #got7 mark #got7 bambam #got7 youngjae #got7 jinyoung #got7 masterlist #got7 cute #got7 request #teasing #got7 reacts to #kpop scenarios

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shockwavepulsar · 4 years

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And just like that, he had been dragged into this elaborate story about a struggling couple with him playing the loser of a leading male who had come here tonight to beg his girl to come back. Just about every part of this role he had been given to play annoyed him, with the only exception – maybe, just maybe – being her. There was something infuriatingly familiar, almost comfortable, about being around her, not in this particular way, however, as there was nothing familiar about the situation. Perhaps he was thinking back to those days, the days before Miss Honorary Student had become too good to contact her old friend despite promising countless times. With his lips still hungrily devouring the velvety surface of her neck, an annoyed huff escaped him albeit drowned by the subsequent passionate growls and her soft moans as well as Deling’s man’s continuous demands. Annoyed, he was quick to brush off any and all pointless memories of the past.

They had seized to exist to each other a long time ago, and the sooner this whole facade was over the better.

With his fingers still dug into the supple flesh of her thigh, he kept her firmly in his grasp. He even went as far as to return his attention to her, placing a couple more kisses on her neck and jaw; he might have even gently nibbled on the skin of her neck. There was absolutely no reason to do any of this. The goon no doubt already thought that the two were madly in love. It was more to inconvenience Celine as she spoke to the man. Only once his name was brought up, did he finally loosen his grip on her and pulled away slightly.

Quistis was surprised, of course; him, much less so. There had always been rumours about Deling, about him and his sexual appetite. Now he could only hope that everything he had heard about Deling prior was true. Still, he managed to fake surprise. The initial surprise was quickly replaced by a rather cocky smile, with only a single corner of his mouth curling up to a smile.

“Well, you always say that my looks are just about the only thing I’ve got going for myself, babe.” His Deling dialect was not quite as impressive as hers but it was passable. He had not received years of training to master all the different dialects that existed in the world. The only reason he had any idea of the dialect, to begin with, was because of his moth–…

It did not matter why he knew it.

Sacha was not happy with the initial peck, so he was quick to cup her jaw, gently parting her painted lips with his thumb before kissing her once more, hungrily and demandingly. “For you…anything,” he whispered with the corner of his mouth twirling up to a smile once more.

Once she finally moved away from him, he posed no resistance. In fact, he waited until she had exited the room before making any kind of moves, and when he finally did he stumbled, on purpose. Flinging himself towards the door frame, he chuckled loudly as he grabbed a hold of him. The henchman huffed, seemingly annoyed, telling him to stop fooling around. “Sorry about that. Alcohol is a vicious mistress. Strikes when you least expect it.”

After supposedly trying to regain his balance for a while, he finally seemed to regain control of himself. It was only then that he hurried to Celine, quickly wrapping his arm around her, pulling her against his side. This stunt was accompanied by a playful, “Come here babe.” None of this was without a reason, of course. Not too long after, he leaned towards her, faking a smile as he proceeded to whisper into her ear: “There’s a guy at the fire exit downstairs and big guy over there…has an earpiece – they all probably do – and is packing more than meets the eye under that jacket.”

“What are you two whispering about?” Suddenly the goon had appeared behind them, his tone as demanding as was his presence towering over them as he tugged Vidar’s shoulder. Unshaken, Vidar glanced over his shoulder subtly before quickly turning to face him as if he actually was surprised by the man. “Woah there, big guy!” He chuckled and then glanced at Quistis’ before returning his gaze to Deling’s man. “You really don’t wanna know,” he continued to laugh. Even more suspicious, he could see the goon’s eyes narrowing. “–unless you want to hear all the sexy details of what I was going to do to my girl in that storage room?” He raised his brow, and not too long after Deling’s man became visibly more relaxed again. His shoulders no longer tensed up nor did he continue to maintain his frown.

With the situation over, Vidar swiftly turned around once more while also sliding his arm back around her waist, pulling her closer. While he could have easily gloated over his handling of the situation to her, he chose not to for once.

The loud base hit them like a wave once they emerged back in the club, and if they had not drawn attention to each other before they certainly were now, with her wild blonde locks glimmering under the bright UV lights and her dress tugged upwards, leaving even less to the imagination than it had before. Similarly, his previously covered chest was now peeking through the shirt. This was far from the subtle entrances the both of them had made previously.

Upon finally reaching Deling, his grip around Celine’s waist tightened as he pulled her even closer to him than he previously had like the assertive and caring boyfriend he was.

“You pulled quite the stunt there. I don’t generally take kindly to people interfering with my business.” Straight to the point as expected. No friendly greetings or introductions. Deling most likely assumed that his henchman had already taken care of such formalities. “Oh, I’m sure you know how it is with us guys, Sir. Something just lets itself loose when you see your girl ogling at another man.” His arm brushed the curve of her waist as he spoke.

“See, the deal with us, Sir, is that you don’t get one without the other, isn’t that right babe?” His gaze now temporarily turned to her, flashing her a smile when he did, all the while wanting to scornfully laugh at the mere fact that he had to suck up to this idiot and address him such a flattering way.

Sir. Yeah right…

( @shockwavepulsar )

As she began to form a plan for determining the configuration of Deling’s henchmen, Vidar took it upon himself to act first. Quistis lightly bit down on the inside of her lip to still her surging emotions of frustration with his method of gathering intel. It was messy, sloppy, and yet, effective. It was just difficult for her to give control to someone else when she felt she was more than capable of handling things on her own. He was proving to be too distracting, too unpredictable for her to work with seamlessly. She had expected some bumps in the road, but already focusing was difficult. This wasn’t even the hard part. They could get out now if needed. Later? He’d need her finesse. She let him take charge with only internal protest. Outwardly, she seemed as if she was a half-drunk young woman ripped away from the passionate embrace of a lover. Unfortunately, she was completely sober and still coming down from the rush of adrenaline and... he felt so good back there. It was impossible for her to feel anything other than fear back then, and she was still on edge now, but with a moment to breathe while he worked his magic on the goons, she reflected on the way her body reacted to his grip, his kisses, his-- God, she should have never done this. Even after, with his hand firmly gripping her hip, Quistis felt the hair on the back of her neck rise. It wasn’t the first time he held her like this, wasn’t the first time he had kissed her. It was the first time he had acted so ravenous and that was the part that had her feeling so conflicted. It had been such a long, long time since he had touched her in any sort of sexually charged fashion and it sent her reeling back to when she was a teenager. Unfinished business, perhaps. It just wasn’t an appropriate time for such a realization. Quistis had a knack for inappropriately interrupting missions when her judgement was clouded by a need to prove something. Thankfully, she was snapped back to reality when he let her in on his discovery. She had expected the goons would be well equipped considering who they were guarding. The extent of their arsenal was left up to her imagination, but with their ties to the Galbadian militia, she could easily guess. Any slip-up from either her or Vidar would likely be met with an adequate amount of force, but always prepared, she had a back-up plan. Guardian forces, and a wealth of para-magic that would render most traditional bullets useless. That, and a few extra SeeD hiding in nearby buildings waiting for a signal if she was really in a pinch. It was a worst-case-scenario plan, but it made her feel better about the possibility of failure. With Vidar for her partner, failure seemed to be more and more likely. However, it was a plan in itself to let him take the lead and have her clean up any messes in his wake. To step back and observe gave her more time to think of what to say and how to approach getting into Deling’s good graces. She followed him, trying her best to ignore the wall of sound crashing over them as they returned to the club and used it to reorient herself in reality. No more confusion, no more lingering sensations, just professionalism.

So, when she arrived to the man in question, Quistis held back, draped herself over Vidar while maintaining eye contact with Deling. “I’m sure Sacha here could be convinced otherwise, if he’s not to your liking. Although,” she looked up at Vidar and smiled, tracing circles on his exposed chest, “he is great at what he does. Never leaves me unsatisfied.” She watched Deling’s expression change as he mulled over what to say. She wanted to keep his options open and hoped to remove any unnecessary tension between him and Vidar had he been uninterested in the offer. There was a bit of silence as the man pulled his glass to his lips and took a small sip of amber liquid. Then, he let out a chuckle and gave Vidar a proper once-over before speaking. “Well, I can’t say I’m surprised. You look a lot like I did when I was your age,” he said, making Quistis inwardly cringe. “So it’s a two-for-one deal, eh? So why don’t we go somewhere a little more comfortable to discuss our terms?” Quistis felt a knot forming in her stomach. His words, framed as a question, were a demand and with the way his goons began to move, it was clear there was no escaping, no getting out of going wherever he wanted them to go. Not without a fight. “You have a place nearby or something?” Quistis asked, acting intrigued. She drew away from Vidar slightly to give Deling her full attention. Leaning forward, she pressed her hands to her thighs, giving him a full view of her neckline to entice him further. “I hope you have more of what you gave me earlier. I’m not quite...loosened up.” Standing, Deling stepped closer to her, a sickening ravenous grin forming. “Heh, you liked that, huh? Well let me tell ya, I got much more I can loosen you up with upstairs.” Quistis straightened up, then slid her arm around Vidar once more. “Alright, that’s what we like to hear! Come on, love, let’s have some fun~!” She gave Vidar a look she hoped secretly conveyed her distaste for the interaction, then began to follow Deling’s henchmen to a corridor that led to an elevator. A code was punched in and Quistis tried to subtly memorize the combination before heading inside with Deling himself. The doors slid shut and Quistis felt warmth against the back of her thigh, followed by the sensation of fingers squeezing into her flesh. She tried not to let herself tense by imagining it was Vidar instead of Deling, although she had a feeling he felt something similar from the mob boss himself. She contemplated knocking everyone out in the elevator, but it would be counterproductive no matter how satisfying. The doors opened to an incredibly large penthouse. There were more people inside, men and women. Some participating in recreational drug use, some—fucking, likely while taking drugs. Out in the open. It was like a movie scene. Music was playing, although not nearly as loudly as the club beneath them. In another room, it seemed there was some sort of argument. Deling signaled to one of his boys and the man took off in the direction of the sound, hand sliding past his belt to grip onto a gun, most likely. Quistis surveyed the surroundings, noting the possible exit points. Her thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of Deling’s hand on her body, ushering her towards the bar on the far side of the living area. “Whattaya want? Misty’ll make it for ya. MISTY!” The dark-haired woman looked in their direction and smiled, nearly melting over the counter at the sight of Deling. “Fix them up something nice, will ya?” Glancing back at Vidar briefly, she pressed a finger to his torso and drew out the word ‘no’, hoping he would catch on. They could find ways to discreetly dispose of the drinks, but consuming them would likely lead to their demise. Compromising their missions at this point was much too dangerous.

#cut for length #*s; {the world forgetting by the world forgot} fatesdecay

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ejosdust · 4 years

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ATEEZ is a big mafia orginization which was secretly founded and built by Kim Hongjoong 4 years ago. Hongjoong has personally selected some of the finest criminal individual for ATEEZ and things are going really well inside.

"Boss, i just finished the target. Clean and clear sir!"

The boy standing tall and straight, his brown hair got messy as he pulled out his mask. He looks so young and handsome, wearing a full black outfit. And on his back, he carried his precious sniper rifle, the one he just used to take someone's life.

"Well done Yunho! You have my compliment."

Hongjoong sat on his big arm chair, hand running down to his little dark blue braid as he leans back in pleased. Hongjoong was wearing a suit, dark blue to match his hair, the one with thin white stripes, and he has some touches of silver jewelry all over his neck and fingers. Next to him, the girl who flipping pages of documents, is his girlfriend Juniel. She is now wearing a tight short leather dress, crossing her legs, her hair was tied up and she is focusing intirely to the paper works in front of her.

"Ms.Juniel" - Yunho greeted politely but she just nod her head and draw a smile on her mouth as an answer, eyes still sticked into the documents on the table.

"You can go now." Hongjoong lower his voice as he stand up and start fixing his suit "Be prepare for the next mission, understood ?" his footsteps coming closer towards Yunho "My bad if my girl make you upset or something, she has always been like that when she concentrate, you know right ?" Hongjoong let out a chuckle as he found out he just pushed it out a little too much.

"It's a joke Yunho, you still need to learn to take jokes in a better way boy" Hongjoong pat lightly on Yunho back, a sigh of relief came from Yunho mouth. I was just thinking too much - he said that to himself and walk out the door.

"Tomorow i need you to go grab some weapons for me, babygirl." Hongjoong sat down next to Juniel, casually drop his hand on her shoulder and slowly move his finger-tips around in circular motions. "I have an important meeting with our new customer, so i can't personally go and grab those weapons-" Juniel stopped writting for a while and then lean her body into Hongjoong's chest, she smiled as she corrupted his words "I will do it for you baby, don't worry about me."

"To make sure you are unharmed, i had called San - a brother of mine, not techinically blood related, but he can be trusted to protect my baby." Hongjoong say softly and take out the hairband as his fingers intertwined to Juniel's hair. She then relax her body and lie down on his thighs, not forgeting to pull down her skirt. "I guess this is too short on you baby. Why do you keep wearing these type of clothes ? It's uncomfortable and-" She let down a small kiss on his lips to stop him from talking nonsense "Because i like to and i look good in these. That's why." She giggle as she stand up "Don't say that you don't like seeing me in these skin-tight dresses"

"I do. But i don't like you looking this exposed to people out there, babygirl" He groans as let out a sigh of unpleased. "Then protect me harder from all the hungry wolves out there baby." Juniel smirks as she run out the door of Hongjoong's office. She seems pleased with his powerless reaction.

Hongjoong is the boss, he has the mighty power to simply kill people as he pleased or when he feel like it, he won't even blink once. ATEEZ growing big is his long last desire, he will do anything to protect and build it up. His words are rules, you must obey, or else. But those rules don't quite apply to Juniel, as rules for her are meant to be broken. She had came through thick and thin with him, being his greatest supporter in his lowest point of life. Because of that, she can do whatever she wants without minding about his rules.

Hongjoong loves her a little too much, which might become his weakness someday.

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"Enough right?" Juniel say, looking at a man who is counting a suit case of money across the room. Then she take one knee down to check the weapons she has just received.

"All good Mrs." The man laugh loudly as he continues "I hope we can meet and do bussiness with each other again in the future."

"Sure! We will meet again someday Mr.Park Seonghwa." Juniel smile and bow as he jump into his black van and drive out of the place.

Juniel then slowly walk down the hall toward the parking-lot with a huge bag of weapon on her hand, the sound of her heels echoing all around. "So he said the license plate of the car is 1024 and it's black with a--oh found it". The car's door suddenly open, walks out a handsome man in a black suit with embroided red line all over the neck part.

"Hello, im San, Choi San. You must be Juniel, Hongjoong asked me to catch you up here and drive you home." He smile and let his hand out for a handshake. "Yes, nice to meet you San." She smile back and give him a greeting handshake.

"Ah-you won't mind having another girl sitting with you right ?" San ask in concern. "If you make sure she won't cause any fuss in our bussiness then it'll be fine." Juniel say as she slowly get into the backseat of the car.

"Oh-Rachel? What are you doing here?" Surprised at the presence of her friend inside his car, she can't help but open her mouth. Rachel is wearing a neutral grey tone two-straps dress, which is long enough to cover her ankle, it has some sparkly strap tying around to define and show her beautiful waist line. Her hair is bundled up nicely, on her lap settling a bouquet of variety flowers. "Jun-? It's surprised to catch you here. San and I just went out for a date in that fine ass restaurant we used to go together lmao" Rachel reply and then burst out laughing of the coincidence.

"So is he a financier like you ?" Juniel ask in wonder "Yeah, this date is all set up by my mom and his mom." Rachel let out a sigh of disapointment. "But he is nice, and polite, so i guess he ain't that bad." she quietly whispered and then paused a little "But hey, you knew San ?"

"Nah, not really, he is a friend of Hongjoong, a close one as i know" Juniel reply, her hand crossed in front of her chest, she raised her eyebrow up a bit. "Oh that's so! He might be a badass, who know someone like Hongjoong and also be his close friend." Rachel compliment with a little chuckle, she made sure San hear it loud and clear in the front-row seat. His little secret is now exposed. Things will get fun between us - a thought slip out in Rachel's head.

"Baby im back with the weapons." Juniel kick the door in and made it slam on the wall real hard, she didn't seem to mind it even though Hongjoong startled because of the loud noise. "Shit-you scared me baby!" he said as he turned his head back and quickly glance at the bag on her hand. "I mean i can say Seonghwa is doing good right now, if you wanna know about your long old partner" she walk toward Hongjoong and then collapsed right next to him, head fall back on the couch as she un-tied her hair "these new heels are killing me tbh" Juniel munmur, try to kick the other heels off her red and swollen feet, the movements leaving her thighs exposed further up more than it should.

Hongjoong's hands suddenly fall on her thighs, she startled because of the cold touch out of nowhere. "Too short-" he said slowly as he raise his brow "Ah-about the weapons-" she quickly tried to pull her skirt down and avoid the non-stop conversation about she's wearing something too short to bear for his liking. His grips on her thighs getting tighter as she pull it down, interrupted her speaking, it might leave a mark there as she feel tingle on her skin. Hongjoong then grab her chin and hold it to place, keep her eyes lock to his, his glare are so intense yet lustful at the same time. He pull her close and their lips begin to mash against each other, his tongue swirl and explore her mouth, he make ways to dominance and rule her mouth as the tension inside her rise up like a tide.

Both of their breathe are turning shallow and shaky, some moans being let out inside their throat, they all try to catch some air as the kiss grow more in desire. She then broke out from the restrain of his mouth, slowly slide her tongue down his neck, he tilted his neck and smirk "You are always freaky like this babygirl" he grab a lock of her hair to secure his position and then lean back to make it easy for her to access his neck. "You like it ?" she don't really need an answer right now, say as she suck the sensitive skin on his neck, he squirm a little and a groan escape his mouth in pleasure. "I love leaving marks on you, you look so sexy sir." She smirked and grinned her teeth as she continue to create marks after marks.

His grip tighten around her scalp, the other hand squeeze her waist close to his as he lean down and whisper "Babygirl, i need you to be on top of me." The hot air brushing around her ear make her tremble and her face burning up. He can't wait any longer for his lover to move, he grab her ass in no time and then pin her on top of him. "This is your throne babygirl. My dick is your throne." Hongjoong impatiently push her hair to one side, leaving her beautiful soft neck and sexy collar bones exposed to his thirsty eyes. He roughly bit into her neck, suck it harshly like a hungry creature devouring its prey. She moans into his ear, back arched with the sensation run down her veins, hands grip tightly on to his short messy hair. Her body heating up, sweats begin to form on their face.

Those moans quickly turn into whimpers, that back arched turn into humping against his harden sex. Their hips rock to each other's rhythm, his lips still glued onto her neck as he 'create' his path around that slender neck and collarbone, dark purple and blue mark risen up one by one.

"Oh-" the door isn't locked, someone just knocked and walked it "Did i just interrupt something ?" Yunho voice suddenly sound so husky and awkward, not like his usual voice. All their action got caught up in Yunho's words "Why did you come here ?" Hongjoong asked him calmly as if there was no one in a tiny dress who spreading her legs on his lap and grinding right now. "Ah-i just want to confirm something about our next mission, boss." Yunho gaze down on the floor, trying to not make eye-contact with his boss - the one look like he just went out of a war (sex war).

"I'll call you to talk about it later. You can go now." Hongjong move his hand in a gesture that say 'go out', only waiting for that, Yunho bow and leave the place.

"Fuck you Hongjoong-you embarrassed me!" Juniel punch him in the chest then roll herself down from his lap. He reacted an awful 'ouch' like it's a funny thing to caught herself un-guarded like that. "That was fun right baby?" he grab her ass and smash it as she leaning down and putting her heels back on. "Ouch-stop that. imma fucking kill you Kim Hongjoong don't make me." she growl in pain and anger. He seems to enjoy the scene of his angry and embarrassed girlfriend, he let out a smile and giggle in his throat as he watch Juniel walk out the door. "Wait me at home babygirl" he shouted towards Juniel, don't even know if she could listen or not, but who cares anyway, he will meet her eventually.

Juniel was taking a shower while she heard the door being unlocked, Hongjoong has just arrived home. Drying her hair walking down the stairs, she found Hongjoong talking to Yunho and Yeosang - another one in the crew just like Yunho, but he specialize in investigating places and people. Juniel smile at them as a greeting.

"Joong, i gotta go out for some of my bussiness. I'll be home soon." she announced him, Hongjoong just nod his head in reponse and go back to the discusion about the upcoming mission. Realizing that, she quickly go upstairs, change her clothes as she dial Kay's number - a person who got kick out of the organiztion because of his betrayal action. Which is unlikely for a girlfriend of the boss to do something such as getting in touch with a betrayer.

"Hey, can we meet right now ? I got the weapon ready."

"Sure, meet me at Des. in 15 mins."

Juniel had never talked about her past relationships with Hongjoong, even though he almost begging her to share her past stories. She just found that wasn't nescessary to bother him with all of her dark past and toxic relationships. He got works to do, things to deal with, there isn't only 'her' in his life. So, there she go, trail down the same old path, keeping touch with her ex - not really ex, Kay's just a hookup buddy before she knew Hongjoong. But since Kay was sly, he got some tapes of her having intimate sex with him, recording it without her consent, which is a shame for her and even the organization if that was leaked.

"Jun, long time no see!" Kay stood up from his seat, open arms like he wanted a hug. "Hugging is not a part of our bussiness." Juniel denied as she saw his gesture and sat down on the barstool next to him, odering a Margarita like she always do. Then realizing somebody sitting next to him, she raised an eyebrow of concern toward that person. "Yes he is my partner, his name is T.U." Kay quickly response.

"Can we talk somewhere else, i don't think i can trust your new partner." She stood up as she whisper in Kay's ear, holding her drink. "Wait for me here T.U." T.U nod as Kay speak. Walking wearing a simple black body skirt and a two-straps velvet top might caught his devil eyes, as she feel his gaze starring on parts of her body. "So, let's get back to work, shall we?" she hum her throat to draw his attention, lean her back on the couch she just found in the corner "Sure," he paused and then sit down "Where did you store it now?" He talked as he sip his drink. "In the warehouse near my place. It is fully guarded from head to toes, you might not get through it without losing an eye or maybe your heart if things get worse." She smirked out "But i can help you, if you delete all those clips. Or i can't make sure anything." She tossed her drink on her hand, mixing the ingredients together before sip a bit.

His expression darken but he agreed on her suggestion. Maybe he just agreed for her trust? Afterall, she couldn't neglect all the possible outcomes, she has to repair for the worse. Suddenly, the phone rang, it's Hongjoong calling, Juniel turn her face sideways to take that phone call. "Baby, what are you calling me for?" She pouted as she answer "Do you want something to eat at night?" the voice on the phone reach her ears "Lemme think--fuck--" Out of nowhere, Kay jumped on her body, left her sentence interrupted. His hand crawling on her thigh, tugging her short skirt up, he is trying to get a way with her. A thought of making his way to rape Juniel came to his mind so suddenly, he found it quite interesting. So he did it for fun, to take control of her. Kay and Hongjoong has a feud since he kicked him out of the organization because he snug ATEEZ weapons out to sell for some other smaller groups.

"Where are you Jun ? Tell me now." the phone is still on hold, Hongjoong might just heard all the things. His voice sound cold like a rising storm, she can tell that he's so mad, that scenario bring shiver to her spine. Hearing that, Kay lean down to whisper to her ears "If you tell the truth, i will reveal to him that you're nothing but a betrayer like me." he chuckle under his breathe. "Ah-i am out with my friends," she forced a laughter out "I just s-slip because of the water someone spill on the floor so i swear a bit, there's nothing tho-" she mumble and then continue "I gotta go, it's loud here and my friends wanted me to join them at the dance. See ya at home baby!" She quickly hang up and drop the phone on the table, the position is still the same with Kay on top of her.

She stared at him in disgust then struggle herself out, he let her go since there's no one hearing it anymore. Then she stood up, checking her outfit while swearing in her throat. Kay standing there, smirk in pleased, crossing his arms in front of him, he thought it was fun while he can caused Juniel some type of troubles as her boyfriend did to him those past years.

Suddenly, Juniel felt a hard grab on her arm, she turned around to see San standing there gazing a cold harsh look into the situation. He stood there with Wooyoung - another member of ATEEZ. Look like they were here and see her with Kay from the start. Not even waiting for her to response, San raised an eyebrow then roughly pull her out of the place without saying anything. She struggle to break free but it's useless, he's too strong. Their pace slow down as they reach the parking lot. "Don't do anything to hurt Hongjoong, he loves you." Finished talking, he quickly jumped into his car and drive out of the place, without taking a glance at Juniel's expression.

Ever since that day, San and Wooyoung seem to notice and be aware of Juniel actions more and more. She still sometimes text Kay when she's around all of the guys, also around Hongjoong which irrated San a lot. Watching your best friend's girlfriend cheating and betraying him with somebody else but you can't do anything with it without causing some fuss. San stood there, trying to hold his will to literally throw some fire within those eyes, he clenches his fist hard in anger each time.

San's weird reaction in days has driven Hongjoong attention toward him, which one day ended up with himself holding the barrel of a loaded gun against San's temple. Hongjoong look up sharply, lean himself comfortably on the table behind him, hand holding the trigger and ready to pull anytime. "Don't.ever.touch.her." he grunt under his throat after a smirk. "Huh?-" San gives out a faint smile then take a quick glance of Hongjoong expressions. "Why do you suspect everyone but..i don't know? HER?" he raised a brow up, saying words in a lower tone than usual, hands constantly loosen his tie up. He doesn't even care one bit if Hongjoong is going to shoot him in the head or not, who even care if a stupid mafia boss getting his nose lead by some betrayer. Not him of course, Hongjoong better watch out, if he dies, game over, no one is going to tell him the truth. "Oh shit-" Yunho and Wooyoung who standing across the room, rapidly rush themself toward Hongjoong and San when they realized things are much more WORSE than it look.

"Maybe it's a misunderstood or something," Yunho quickly intterupted the conversation while trying to keep his boss from pulling the trigger "Yeah yeah, San's already has a fiánce." Wooyoung keep up the sentence, standing behind San in worried. "Rachel, her name is Rachel," "There would be no such thing as he liking Juniel, boss!" They all sound shaky in their voices, what if someone going to die ? They wouldn't know, so they gotta make sure no one goes over their limits today or blood will stain the place. Suddenly, they hear a dinstant crack cutting through the air, then the sound of shattered glass echoing loud and clear within the walls. Hongjoong just shot. A pop coming up like a short-distance fireworks, then after that is a sound of metal hit the ground, broken pieces of bullet spread unevenly everywhere. Everyone is shocked while looking at the direction of the noise, except Hongjoong. He slowly drop his gun on the table, then turn his face toward the door saying "I will always trust and forgive her, even though she did wrong things to me. Remember that." Finished the sentence, he walk out the door as if nothing has ever happened. Yunho and Wooyoung let out a breath in relief. "That was close.." Yunho hold his heart "I know right, shit was getting really intense." Wooyoung reply, hands patting Yunho's back. They both go out of the place shortly afterward, the only one left was San, standing there and looking into the void, thinking should he tell him the truth about her? After all those lives and deaths expreriences.

Not so long after, like only 2 hours after that, rumours begin to float around like garbage on the river. Juniel heard all the things about her man willing to kill his bestfriend because of her, about the fuss between her and Kay which caused San in trouble. He must have been killed if there weren't Yunho and Wooyoung there. She couldn't help but feel guilty and disgusted of her own self.

"Hey, it's Juniel, are you free for a drink? Like right now, i need someone to talk to." Juniel pick her phone up and dialing her friend Rachel, she can't bare staying home and thinking about her life decision anymore, she need to go out and talk to someone. Maybe Rachel could help. "Yeah, im quite free at the moment. I could meet you up Jun!" Rachel on the other line reply cheerfully. "Thanks god. I'll text you the address. See ya in like 30 mins?" "Okay, sure, see ya there" They hung up their phones, and preparing to go out.

"Rachel, have a seat then!" Juniel arrived at the place first, sitting herself comfortably at the counter of the bar. "Nice pub! A good place for drinking your sadness away lol." Compliment went out of Rachel mouth as she look at the designs and decorations inside, she didn't forget to make a joke and burst out laughing at the end of her sentence. "Your taste of things are still the same." Talking as Rachel glance at the glass of Margarita on Juniel hand. "Yeah, nothing has really change much since." Juniel sip one bit of her drink, squinting her eyes because of the strong taste of alcohol, then she continue "Strong one. That's why i love this place." "Other places use of alcohol suck, aren't they?" Rachel say as she sit down next to Juniel, hand pointing at a Mojito on the menu. "I'm not a big fan of strong drinks, so imma play it safe tho" She smile and continue "So, what is it all about? Why did you call me out of the blue?" Rachel cross her legs and draw all of her attention to Juniel.

So, not waiting any longer, Juniel started speaking about everything that happened right now, which were driving her insane. "You're afraid, but why did you do that anyway?" Rachel forcefully ask while looking straight at Juniel eyes. She avoid Rachel's look then lean down to sip her drink, clearing her throat "Kay has my secrets. I'm scared of him letting my secrets exposed to Hongjoong." The door suddenly creak a sound, which brings both of their attention toward it. "Oh fuck not again-" Juniel sighs in displeased looking at the people who walking in right now and then whisper "I completely forgot that this place has now under the control of Kay." Hearing it, Rachel clenches her teeth "Oh-speak of the devils, is he the one in white shirt?" "No, it's T.U. his new partner. He is the other guy in black."

They both trying to avoid Kay and T.U. by turning their back to the entrance, but things aren't going the way it should. The footsteps are coming closer and closer then a cold hand suddenly slip on Rachel waist, she startled and glance up for a man in white, trying to have his way with her. "Well look at that, a new girl in town." T.U. say provokingly, fingers on the other hand playing with her hair. Rachel annoyingly push his hand out of the way, she don't want anyone to touch her without her consent, especially a douchebag like him. T.U. hand quickly grab her chin up, hold it into place as he speak to her face "Be a good girl and pleased me for one night, or i will make sure you're not coming out of this place alive baby."

"Well," Juniel click her tongue "you could have sex with her or kill her, but after that, lemme tell ya, it's more dead than alive." She stand up watching the view, didn't forget to say a statement to his face. He probably won't want to see Rachel's fiánce got mad. No one want to. "Take it easy Jun, i wanna see T.U. have his way with your friend." Kay hold Juniel hand back, which is reaching out to push T.U. hand away from Rachel face, and give out a smirk. Juniel stare at Kay in disgusted while Rachel struggle her way out of T.U. hands. The pub getting heated up by the situation.

"Tsk, call Hongjoong!" Rachel keep her voice downn as she say, enough for for two people to hear, herself and Juniel. "I can't. If Hongjoong meet Kay, shits will turn into a disaster." Juniel whisper back. "How about i call...San?" Rachel nervously mention. "I won't really recommend that tho.." They exchange eye contact in fears. They fell in silence for a few minutes, those man eyes still lock on Juniel and Rachel. Then Juniel decided to go down and try to negotiate (thương lượng) to the mans about letting them go.

Suddenly, Rachel phone rang, it's San calling. She is too afraid to pick up her phone because she is being caught up inside a not-very-pleasant situation so she don't wanna bother San dealing with this, and maybe if she pick up, that guy named T.U. will start to annoy the shit out of him. Ting! a text message coming up from San, help pulling her out of her own thoughts, which said: "Pick up the phone! Don't let me find out where you are right now." While Rachel hesitated should she pick up or not, T.U. and his sly hands quickly steal her phone, he pick up right after. "Where are you?" - the cold icy voice coming out of the phone. "Oh, im having fun with these guys in the pub." T.U. answer and the other line hang up right away. T.U. burst out a laugh and give her phone back, while Rachel eyes widen with suprised, that thing happened so fast she can barely react.

About five minutes after, San and Hongjoong both show up at the door, bringing Yunho and Wooyoung to the place. They kicking the door in, three of them having guns on their hands, only San came in with nothing. Hongjoong started speaking in a serious tone, hands loading his gun. "So, tell me Jun, why did you want to steal the weapons for Kay?" He then receive no answer from her, Juniel has placed her eyes down the floor since she saw him walking in, trying to avoid eye-contact as much as possible. "Ah-because i have negotiated to sell those weapon to an oganization in America, but ATEEZ got it first. So i asked her to steal it for me." Kay reply in rejoice. "Sure. Yunho, take the weapons and give it to him." Hongjoong turn his head and give his command out for Yunho. "Yes sir."

"And Kay, after you have had your weapon, i don't wanna see you have things to do with Juniel ever again." Hongjoong grunt and look at Kay straight in the eyes. Those piercing gaze Hongjoong give out could possibly kill someone. "But, beside that, you don't know what had Juniel done with me." Kay seems unpleased with the situation being so easy for Hongjoong to handle, he thinks if he give all the weapons out things will end? Not so early my friend, challenges need to be made. He painted a faint smile on his lips as he walk closer to Hongjoong, provokingly speaking. A loud bang then appeared, too loud to hear clearly, then after that it sound as small as a whistle. It's a close range gunshot.

Looking down on the floor, Kay's lying there, no state of life remain. Blood spill all over the place, it stain the walls, brain and skull pieces flew all the way across the room. People yelling and screaming, finding their way out of the mess, someone has already passed out. And there standing Hongjoong, look lifeless as he just has been forced to finished the prey. Rachel has already stayed in San arms when that gun shot burst out, San is fast enough to guess the thing that will happened as he pulled Rachel in right on time.

Cold words coming out of Hongjoong mouth again "Even that, you don't have the right to insult Juniel." He then turn his back and walk out without looking back. Leaving Juniel standing there, not knowing what to do or how to feel, she just standing there like a statue. He's filled with anger and disapointment. Why did someone he loves so much betray him like that ? What should he do right now ? Will there be a way out of this mess ? He keep his head ruined with his thoughts spilling every way possible.

Watching Hongjoong leaving, San then make his way toward T.U., who is standing there in fear since his partner died in front of him. San grab his shirt up by both hands, angry voice growling under his throat. "What did you do to her ?" As he talk, his fists clench tighter and tighter like he wanted to lift T.U. up the ground and throw him dead in the corner. "Noth-ing. Just a litt-ttle teasing that is-s it sir." T.U. mumble as if he's scared of losing his own life like his partner here. If he didn't back down from it, he might get killed and oh god that doesn't sound good. A punch then come out of nowhere, landed on T.U. face, everyone in that pub can clearly hear the thump moving sound as San fist collide to the cheek bones area of T.U. After that, T.U. whole body collasped on the ground, blood leaking through the corner of his mouth, maybe San broke his nose too because that punch was hard as hell. "So, what do you say?" Saying as San drag T.U. face of the ground, making him look straight to his face. "I won't ever-r come around her again sir-r" San tilted his head and smile happily "Good then."

Then he drop T.U. back to place, eyes glancing at his bruised knuckles. "Why do i always have to do such things tsk." he said to himself as he stand up, put his hand slowly back into the pants pocket. "Sorry for letting you see this Rachel." then he bow down to apologized. "Ah-it's nothing San." Rachel reply, eyes looking other ways "Shall we go now ?" He reach his hand out, Rachel quickly understand his intention, she put her hand onto his then they walk out of the pub.

As they were walking, San forcefully ask "So, what did he do to you ? Did he touch you somewhere ?" "He touched me everywhere." Rachel make a pitty face as if its the truth. His holding hand suddenly loosen up, his breathe got faster and veins coming out of his neck as they going to pop out anytime "Wait for me as i come back and kill that guy." he growl under his breathe, words come after words filled with anger. "No-no, i was kidding-" Rachel say in nervous while trying to grab his arm and pull him back from causing more trouble "He just touched me at the waist and that's all." Her voice got smaller and smaller, after finished the sentence, her grab on his arm start to loosen up, she look at her feet, helplessly waiting for an angry San to grow out of him. "Fuck i caused trouble for myself." - she said that to herself as she felt San getting closer to her. "Come with me." San say as he pull her arm with force, push her into the backseat of the car.

"Uh-what-?!?" Rachel confusingly response as her back hit the leather seat of the car, her whole body lie weirdly in the backseat. Unluckily, 'waiting' is not in San dictionary, he rapidly narrowing the distance between him and her, his face now only an inch futher from her face, he then adjust his leg right in between her thighs as he lean closer. San hands are parallel outside of Rachel head, holding her into place while his leg sliding upward her skirt which made her skirt to roll up. "So, you said you've lied to me? For fun?" He smirk as he watch her thigh starting to rub against each other, her face lit up in rosy color, her hands trying to cover her 'nearly' exposed self. "I didn't mean to-San." Her voice somehow sound broken, which appear to San ear as a beautiful choir from the one he loves. "Really ?" He lower his head and whisper provokingly into her ear, which send shiver and goosebump through all of her body. She squint her eyes, try not to feel the thing which run in her veins right now.

He then put his hand sideways to her waist line, the coldness from his hand make her body jump a bit. "Now i know why he touch your waist first-" his slender fingers seize her waist then he continue "because it's exposed to his eyes." She bite her lower lips, trying not to let out any possible sound. His eyes then glance slowly from her head to her toes, she look so beautiful, like a dream come true, he want to save her picture right now in his mind and never let it fade away. Then he slowly kiss her lips, a kiss felt light like a feather, she kiss him back as a respone. Their tongue intertwined to each other, her hand crossed on his neck, pulling him closer. Take that as a yes, he begin to devour her lips like a starving animal which haven't eaten anything for days. His grip on her waist became tighter, their breathe rapidly become one, they let out moans and groan within their throat. They soon let each other out to catch some air, her face is getting hotter than ever, both of their heaving chest risen up and down desperately finding some oxygen in the narrow space.

His eyes then drop at her neck and collarbones which now covered with drops of sweat, make it shine so marviously in the faded and flickering lights. He then lean down, bite and leave some red marks on it. She give out a soft moan then quickly try to cover it with her hand. "Let me hear you." He remove her hand from her mouth and roughly pin it to the back as he undo his tie and use it to secure her hand on top, then tying the tie on the door handle. "If you don't like it, i could stop and untie you. But only when you say so." He started his movement down there, knee touching and circling around her already soaken part. She let out a moan, louder than before "Good girl." He praise her as he slowly move his hand down, fingertips touching her neck, her collarbone, her waist then her part. She couldn't stop shivering by his actions, his touches. He start putting his hand inside her panties and massage it in a circular motion gently as he watch her reaction. She squint her eyes together, biten her lips and turn her head sideways, soft moans still leak out of her mouth even though she try so hard to conceal them up. Putting a kiss on her forehead, he slide his index finger inside her, a suprised groan crawl out of her mouth, her body twitching and squirming while her pussy leaking more juice out. He begin to move slowly in and out, trying to make her experience more comfortable. He then put another finger in, stretching her out carefully as she try to struggle free from the restrain, sweats begin to form on her forehead, moans started to fall out uncontrollably. "You really sucking me in. Such a good slut for me." A passionate kiss is now formed on both of their lips, like the wave of desire come over and take both of them out of the land, they hungrily explore each other throat while their tongues dancing inside. His finger pace then become faster and deeper, he curl his fingers to find her g-spot and then he knew hit them perfectly when she try to struggle his fingers out of her with broken moans and shaken legs. "Fuck-you're so hot." he whisper on her ears, still keeping that pace of his fingers. "San-n-i can-t." She mumble as she squeeze his finger, her words barely formed into sentence. "I'm not done yet." His tongue travel around her exposed neck, licking and sucking its way around while his hand still doing its job so damn well. He then roll her top up, reveal her beautiful breast, his teeth biting her nipples, tongue swirling around in circle, sometime suck it hard to make her moan out. Her moans are music to his ears.

"S-an--im going to c-um." She tremble, legs twitching together, herself sucking and squeezing his finger like it wanna trap those inside her, eyes closing and mouth can't help but open wide as she reach her limits. He body temperature risen up like a volcano ready to explode, she squirming and let out broken moans once again. "Then cum for me like a slut you are." His words have pulled the trigger inside her, she let out all of her on his fingers. Heaving chest, shaken legs, blurry vision after she let it all out. "You taste good, as always." He say with a smirk as he suck his fingers in pleased. "Don't talk to me like that." She avoid eye-contact with him because he probally gonna tease her if he saw her blushing face. She then sign 'untie me' as she look at her hand and wiggle around. After untied her, he help her fixing herself and clothes up, also wiping all the filty things they just done a few minutes ago. "Now shall we head home princess?" he smile as he jump in front and take the wheel, not forget to check her up one last time. "Sure baby. I need to take a bath as soon as possible, this itchiness is now killing me thanks to you." She glance at him in anger. "Oops, my bad princess. I guess i could make it up to you by cleansing you up when we get home ? How about that ?" He chuckle as if he has just made a funny joke which embarrassed her. "Shut up and drive or i will kill you." She threaten him as the wheel rolling on the way.

Juniel finally arrived home after the whole incidence. Her mind is now drown in puzzled, in thoughts, in regrets and in apologizes. Walking in their shared bedroom looking as dead as ever, her eyes get caught up within Hongjoong gaze. His gaze was cold, cold as ice and in that moment, she can't remember how he normally were. How sparkly those eyes were only for her, how his smile curl up beautifully when she push the door and came in, how he shown his affection toward her,..it's now all blank.

Like a white torn paper. Blank and Ruined.

"Hongjoong, you can decide how you gonna take my life right now, im not gonna fight back or something like that." She stood at the door, looking at him straight but he's just narrow his eyes down, focusing on the laptop which was on his lap. "Get that thought aside." He look up, closing his laptop. "No one's going to die tonight. But in this mean time-" He toss his legs down, put his hand in his pocket and walk toward her. His eyes landed on her face and on her expression, he wonder what's going on in her beautiful yet mystery mind. Does she love him or is it just a game for two ? Will he win this or will her take that mighty tittle from him ? He won't know, nobody knows.

"-you have to make up your mind and answer this question: have you ever love me, or not." his figure stood tall in front of her, his voice turn strict and it sound as a command, the way his words always affect everybody but her. "This house, you can stay for as long as you need-" he paused and take a deep breathe, his eyes avoid her face, as if he's torn if these words get spoken out. "-But, if you decide that you're not in love with me anymore, you can simply go, and from that moment, we won't be involed within each other life anymore." he then let out a light pat on her head, his fingertips may want to linger longer on each strand of her soft dark hair but he couldn't, his hand fall down in a fist as he put his hand in the pocket and go out.

The words ruined her, as a dull knife get stab inside of her heart, the veins covered it were struggle to remain its beat as the knife dance itself around in circles to damage the already bruising wound. Blood start streaming out of holes inside her body, her guts get twisted, the pain is now too much to endure. She collapsed on the floor, water start to form inside the corner of her eyes, the world then turn blurry as if its drowning. "I've ruined every-damn-thing." she growl in desperated, her nails unconciously stratching the wooden floor making unbearable noise. Drop of warm tears landed on the ground, mix with the crimson color of her blood spilling through the tip of her fingers.

"Fuck-" Yunho ran up stairs as he hear strandled and broken noise. When did he have the key? "Are you okay?" He nervously pick her up on the ground, blood is still leaking and dropping on the floor along with her tears, which create a beautiful and wild picture of the kinda fuckup mixture. "Boss tell me to look after you when he's away but fuck- i don't think it can be this worse."

"Ah-it's fine, really." She blink her watery eyes then get herself back to reality, she is now sitting on her bed when Yunho kneel himself under it to dress her wounds. "Aish-" she squint her eyes because of the pain. "Is it hurt?" he stop his motions and look up to check her "Just tingling a bit." she paused "Thank you for coming." her eyes drop at her fingertips, slowly check out the sore from her movements. "It's a command from boss, i couldn't do any different." "Sure thing. You can leave now, i will take it from here." she toss her eyes out as a sign, he then stand up, bow before her and leave, not forget to say something on his way out "Please take care miss."

The night she spent without Hongjoong beside her was long, longer than expected. The flickering lights outside the building, the cold breeze came through the window, the breathy sound she made while laying in her bed, slow music playing in the background,..it all formed in a large empty space - their home - used to feel like home to be exact.

She lay there wide awake all night, watching the sky change it's apperance as time went by. From the color of enternal crimson, illuminated itself behind endless skyscraper, to the fresh rosy glow hidden itself behind those soft looking clouds. All of that turn out more than enough to calm the rising storm within her mind and her heart, maybe just for a short amount of time.

There were no sign of her boyfriend in the house, he would be always sitting at the kitchen table and wait for her to come down to have breakfast together. But today, he's nowhere to be seen, which break her heart a little bit. Trying not to think too much about his disappearance, she grabbed some left over stuffs in the fridge for somewhat called breakfast and sat herself down the table.

"Hey, it's me again, are you currently free ? i was going to grab you for some early coffee." she dialed her phone and called Rachel once again. "Ah-im sorry i can't go with you today, i have some kind of idk- sore in my body so, it won't be comfortable for me to go out." the voice sound like a whisper as someone just got woke up from her sleep "Oh- okay, take your time resting at home." She paused and took a deep breathe, "But-uhm-can i ask you something?" the words spilled out her mouth in hesitae. "Im listening." Rachel voice tone got lower, which is now feel like a serious bussiness.

"What can i do right now, like along with the whole incident nights ago, Hongjoong did ask me something and i am now torn different direction-" Juniel paused and let silence get a whole of it "I mean- Jun," Rachel voice glow up through the phone in a serious and comforting way "i know you regret what you've done toward him, and shit got worse because you try to hide things, but now it's your chance to make it up and be honest with him..He loves you as passionated as he could, that's why he is now hurting. Real bad wounds you've made lol." Rachel chuckle at the end of her sentence. She then put force into each words that went out of her mouth which stumbled into the other line "Learn from it." After those last words, Rachel hang up, the conversation get cut half-way.

A sign of that call get her mind back on track, she slide through her phone, wanting to call and check on her boyfriend but she texted him instead. 'Hongjoong, will you be home for dinner? I got something to tell you.' - A text was sent, Juniel don't want to bother him by calling and get herself in trouble after hearing his voice. Not so long after, she receive a reply.

'I'm out for bussiness, i will be back after 2 days and then we can talk. I guess you have your answer now right, so see you then.'

'Okay, then see ya! Take care.'

She drop her phone on her bed, burried her face down the piles of pillows. "2 days." she whisper to her ceiling "then its all or nothing."

Two days went by, standing in front of her is her dearest boyfriend - her boss - the leader of ATEEZ - Kim Hongjoong. He look a lot leaner than the last time she saw him. His jawline is looking way more sharpen than a knife and can easily cut through his thin layer of skin, his cheekbone raise higher than before which made his cheeks sink down. How did he become so slender in that short amount of time ?

"Have you had dinner yet ?" The weirdest sentence ever formed getting spoken from Hongjoong mouth. "What? What do you mean?" She startled by surprised, unconciously took a step back in worried. "I said, have you had dinner yet ?" He say that once again and look at her straight in the eyes as he raise one brow up. He look very concern and strange. "I have already but-" "Good. I've already had dinner on my way home. Go to sleep dear, it's late." He interrupt her sentence then took his turn to walk out the living room. "Wait-i do love you."

Her grip on his shirt force him back as he try to sneak away from a serious conversation she wanted to build since like 3 days ago. "I meant it, i love you Hongjoong."

"Yeah i know, that's why you're still here." he rub her head, his eyelids close slowly "Hear me and go to sleep first" he say as he walk away from hern leaving her disapointed. "But you know what babe,?" he suddenly stop and angle his head sideway "I can forgive you sweetheart, you and only you, but i can't forgive for the thing you've done to me that easily."

She then found her wrist being pulled with extreme force, his fingers wrap around it tightly as if it can leave marks. His movements were furious, she can barely stay in balance with her own foot. "I mean, you've been a bad girl." Her back touch harshly in the cold wall behind, his elbow land on both side of her head and a grunt came out, leaning himself closer to watch each of her expressions. "My bad. I'm sorry.." Her eyes stick to the ground as she speak "Look at me." His slender finger lift her chin up. Their eyes then collided, once look shuttered as it tried to hide it true feelings, once look heavy in sadness. "Things wouldn't have gone bad if i didn't accept the offer. I was scared- I.." She mumble in her throat, her voice get broken and her eyes get teary as she try to speak.

But in a split second, her cries get stuck between his lips, his kiss is so addicting yet painful to the touch. He slide his tongue inside her mouth angrily and wandering around like a lost child finally found his perfect home, he crazily bite her tongue and her lips until they both feel the taste of iron.

Red and sticky liquid spill of the corner of their mouth, which then turn out to become too painful to bear, she try to get away from the animal but he's too strong. Being a boss of a mafia organization has trained him to be powerful and fearless. She's been pinned into her place like a figure of animal hung on the wall as a reward, after an exhausting hunting session.

Can't move, can't scream.

She struggle in his restrain, crying and begging him to let go. But he didn't seem to care much about her reaction, he continue to devour her hungrily. "Bad girl need to learn how to behave." He then push her down on the bed, finally letting air to fill her heaving lungs once again. He brush the hair out of her face, take his time to admire the figure of his beloved one, who's covered in sweat, breathy sound and broken moans, before he fuck the life out of her. "Know that i love you." A kiss drop on her forehead, warning about the thing will happen after that. An angry session of sex maybe ? But she's too worn out to respond probally, just let out a light breathy moan as an answer. His intention today isn't pure. That's what she know.

Days after, things might have gone back to normal, nobody act weird as the days before anymore. But, they all have to (or try to) pretend that the incidence hasn't happened, beside that it's all good til the moment T.U walked in with a bunch of people carrying weapons.

"Long time no see boss." T.U carry a rifle on his shoulder, looking bossy as he rule the place. Hongjoong raise his head, cock a brow then calmly spin the pen in his hand "Why do you come here?" He ask stony. San's head turn backward as Hongjoong speak up to see who's standing at the door sound so fucking cockily. "Ah-you again?" San say as he turn back, slowly sip on his cup of tea.

"To keep it short," T.U smirk "I want ATEEZ. A whole army behind me won't take a no as an answer." He walk closer to Hongjoong's desk, dragging his rifle on the ground creating annoying sound. Wooyoung, Yunho and Yeosang then pull their gun out and take a step foward to protect their boss. Hongjoong lift a hand up as a sign for them to stand back from the arguement. "As a person who needs another country help, my bad if i offend you Yakuza, that's a bold statement for you to say oh boy." Hongjoong stand up and let out a smile, he push the chair out to create a space for him to walk out. The sound of his shoes touching the floor echoing the silent place. Yakuza is another big mafia organization, it's like ATEEZ but in Japan. Hongjoong expression didn't change a bit, maybe he let out a small smirk as how stupid T.U. is to mess with ATEEZ. San still sitting there, sitting and sipping his tea in peace, bother about nothing, even when the situation is getting in the nerve of people around here.

Hongjoong and T.U. now standing face to face with each other, the atmosphere is becoming more intense as time goes by. "Don't make me to fire any bullet. Which will mean war to everyone in here." T.U. voice raise up as a threat and he continue "Beside, look at the amount of people right here, my guys are way much more compare to yours." He make an action of brushing dirt on Hongjoong's shoulder and burst out laughing.

"You disgust me." Hongjoong push T.U. hand away from his shoulder and keep a straight face as he talk. He loosen his tie and put both of his hand in his pant pocket. T.U. startled as he think Hongjoong was going to pull out the gun, his hand movement shutter while he try to pull his rifle up for protection. "Relax. I won't shoot this soon." Hongjoong chuckle then turn his back and walk toward his desk, as he was walking, he felt a cold metal barrel reaching his head.

"Don't fucking test me." T.U. grunt in his throat, his finger got closer to the trigger. All of the ATEEZ member startled and point their gun in T.U. direction, Yakuza did the same thing to ATEEZ. Dead silence filled the room.

"Stay put. Im going to check things out there." Juniel whisper firmly as she slowly lower her body and crawl out to study the situation. Juniel and Rachel were making some kind of deserts in the kitchen while they heard metal sound smashing around and some strangers voice. "Is something wrong?" Rachel ask quietly, avoid creating loud noise. "As I observed, they're going to have a gun firing, soon." Juniel nervously say as she loaded her gun, put her hand on the trigger.

"There there," San turn around as he speak, he slowly put his cup down, the sound of it and the sound of his calmly voice draw everyone attention. He cross his legs, eyes piercing forward. "Don't be so impatient like that. Let's talk things through, shall we?" He sound exactly like a bussinessman dealing an offer to a customer, cautious and reliable. "What do you want to talk about, huh?" The gun now turn its head toward San "You wanna play with me right? Im not done with the last time you nearly hit me to death, Choi San." T.U. angrily put force into each of his words, finger still set into the trigger.

San suddenly burst out laughing, T.U. akwardly look at his reaction, his grip on the trigger then loosen a bit. That's the chance, Hongjoong quickly pull the gun out of its place in his belt and fire a shot. Waitting no more, a gun firing start as soon as the first bullet flew out of its barrel. "Shit-too soon Hongjoong." San swear as he try to find a place to hide under those bullet rain. Yunho quickly cover as he slide a gun toward San, took no time wondering, San grab the gun and loaded it as soon as possible and find his way to fire.

Hongjoong stand there, firing non-stop towards T.U., trying hard to hit him in his deadly part and finish him, but the unequal part of the individuals cause him lots of troubles. Wooyoung deadass seriously come to the gun battle with his shotgun and dagger for a close range fight. Yeosang hide behind the counter as he try to contact the others to come and give them a hand, sometimes look up and throw greenades toward the enemies and often terribly knock down some walls and funitures. Yunho stand beside Hongjoong as his right arm and kill anyone who stood in the way with his favorite uzi.

"Oh my god they're fighting do they?" Rachel ask in concern but don't expect an answer while the firing sound keep getting louder and sharper. "I need to keep you safe." Juniel say as her hand drop on Rachel's. "Don't worry." Not so long after Juniel ended her comforting sentence, a loud shout then appeared.

"BOSS!!" Yunho shout as Hongjoong fall down right beside him, Hongjoong then took his last effort to fire one last bullet towards T.U. The bullet spin itself around, swirling and cutting through thick air and smoky scene, land right on T.U. heart while he cockily watch Hongjoong fall. Not the right time to laugh i mean. T.U. collapsed not so long after, his heart stopped beating in that right moment.

Juniel quickly rush over to check Hongjoong out in the zone of falling bullets, not even afraid of herself getting killed. Fuck it her boyfriend has been shot and she couldn't do a thing about it. Wooyoung and Yeosang take the responsible of clearing the path which lead to Hongjoong place. They, included San, surrounded Hongjoong in circle, bullet spin out non-stop from outside trying to protect the inner circle.

"Fuck im running out of bullets"

"Me too"

"Shit-"

"What do we do now ?"

"Die. Duh."

"I have some spare knives if you want?"

"Give it to me and stop fucking around will ya?"

They argue as the Yakuza narrow their distance, ATEEZ bullets starting to weakly approach their enemies. "As my count, 1-2-3 GO!" San shout as a command, just wait for that, they all turn to different direction and throw blades, sliding the enemies neck open. But this plan can't hold for long. Knives vs Guns? Fucking kidding me.

Juniel has tried her best to covered the wounds but he's bleeding too much through the veins of his neck. She tried to put pressure on his blood shot neck by her shirt, tried to keep him concious, tried to save his life. But, nothing gonna change the fact that he's already dead minutes after all of her efforts. The wound was too deep, hit right through the main veins of his neck which caused blood boiling out like a freaking waterfall. Watching her man fall in front of her, slowly giving his life up but damn he's fucking not forgeting to smile and comfort her that things would be alright before he gone - afterall. His delicate hair strings stuck into his beautifully shaped face, his eyes closed shut, his smile still lingered on his lips. Fuck that shit, everything about him was so beautiful and yet, hurt as hell. She paint out a smile, slowly touch every corner of his face to memorize it, intertwined her hands to his as the body gone cold. A kiss drop on his forehead, she mumble those three words with a smile before standing up and put herself in the fight.

"Don't fucking fuck with me and my guys." Now the circle has one more person, the only person who has a fully loaded gun. Juniel start to fire her bullets, tears covered her eyes but the thing is, those tears won't stop her from killing. Anger grow in her eyes, burning flames and dead bodies. She has to get herself back together and killing is the right thing to do now. Aim restlessly at people and watch them fall down like a castle of cards facing the wind.

One by one. Dead.

Red vision. Darken eyes.

"Shit-" San just got shot on his chest as he swear, one hand put pressure on the wound. They're all hurted, one place or another. Not one man is safe and sound. Oh well except Rachel - she's hiding and turn more worry after she heard San swear of the pain, her fingertips collide to each other, her palm begin to sweat uncontrolably as she pray to herself everything would be fine.

Then suddenly a group of ATEEZ trainees come in, armored to their core, firing every enemies down. "Wow, so soon!" Yeosang drop down on the floor, provokingly say as he glare deathly at the leader of that group.

"Good job guys we fucking lost our boss" Yunho rub his messy hair while looking at Hongjoong body and sigh. "I will fucking kill you all after today." Wooyoung threaten, point of each of the individuals. Rachel has now came out to take care of San wound with an emergency kit on her hand. "Let me handle it, it might hurt a bit" Rachel say softly as she open San shirt and try to pull the pieces of bullet out by a twizzer. A tiny ouch leak out of San mouth, which Rachel find it cute and funny at the same time. Finished covering San wound to stop it from the infection, she then continue "First aid, then you all will go to the hospital." She then turn herself over and take care of others wounds carefully.

"Juniel, you got some slit in your arms and waist." She look up and find Juniel slowly close her eyes and shake her head as a no. After that, her figure dissapeared with Hongjoong body. "That might take a while." San sighs sadly, leaning himself back and try to move his chest up and down. "Keep an eye on her, please." Rachel speak up, almost sound like begging, her eyes filled with worry. "Sure, we will. Don't worry." Wooyoung answer quickly, gazing his eyes through all those dead bodies in front of him.

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Who: Somer, Jeff ( @xjefferxx )

Where: a trip home for Jeff’s birthday

When: Nov 8

Notes/Triggers: cute, nsfw, cute, silly, nsfw

Johnny knew his brother was coming into town but he didn't know he'd be there the night before. Having wanted his pillow he made his way back to his room, only to stop when he heard a noise he knew well. Jeff was home. He was about to break in and wake him when he saw something by him. So that was the boyfriend huh? Grabbing his pillow, Johnny ran back to tell his brother Jackson what he saw.

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It was 6 as Jeff's alarm went off. He slowly moved and still held Somer in his arms. Morning wasn’t his thing but he wanted to be up and cook for his siblings and his lover. Kissing Somer's forehead, he smiled. "Baby, time to get up and make breakfast before you meet my siblings."

"Wh'tm's it?" Somer mumbled. He tried to clutch Jeff closer and ended up cuddling a pillow instead. "'ff?" A tousled red head lifted up, eyes barely open. "... 's y'r birthd'y."

"Yeah, it is, but we said we'd get the kids going then we can start the celebrating together." Kissing him once more. "Come on, I'll make you your favorite ... " Jeff climbing over him, and coaxing him from the bed.

Another grumble as Somer resisted waking. Jeff's departure let all cold air into the bed, though, and Somer yelped. "Nghhh! Jeff!"

"Come on, it's my birthday ... I promise we'll get back into bed soon." Pulling him to stand and kissing Somer in a way that he knew would wake him. Fingers laced, they made their way down the stairs to the living room. Jeff set Somer on the counter. "Coffee or cocoa?"

"Don't drink coffee." Somer made a bleah face, trying vainly to smooth his hair down. He swung his feet a bit, yawning, and watched Jeff move competently around the kitchen. "... we should get an apartment with Austin 'n' Mason."

Jeff was starting on the eggs as he warmed the water for cocoa and got down mugs. The eggs were scrambled and cooking as he looked to Somer. "I thought you waned a place just for us."

Somer pointed out, intelligently he thought, "Austin's cooking." Then he yawned so hard his jaw cracked.

"You haven't had mine yet," he said, handing him a cup of cocoa. "Drink up, they'll be down any moment." He grinned, stealing a kiss just as his sister walked in. Her eyes were huge at seeing Jeff there, running over to hug him. "Hey there, Jaylynn. Nice to see you too. Jay, this is Somer." The young blonde turned to him and waved. "I didn't think you'd be a redhead but you are cute." She giggled, grabbing a plate and some eggs. "Nice to have you home Jeffy," she called as she went to the dining room to eat.

The redhead barely managed to have a reaction to the blonde girl blasting in, just trying to keep the hot mug from spilling. He blinked at her owlishly, then reached up to feel his hair. "Was I supposed to be someone else?" he asked rhetorically.

"No, baby. I just didn't tell them you were a redhead." Jeff coming over to give him a kiss. "How is your cocoa?"

"Too hot to drink." Somer shook his head a little, trying to get his brain to go online, and chasing another kiss from Jeff. "She's ... like twelve. Your family is weird."

"She's 16, but I get it, she's young." Jeff gave him another kiss as Johnny and Jackson walked in. They both just chuckled, making Jeff flip them off. "Morning boys. Somer, this is Johnny and Jackson. Jackson is Jaylynn's twin." Both boys nodded to him.

The redhead watched the other two boys for a moment, then looked back to Jeff. "Alright, I'll bite. Why do all the names begin with J?"

"My parents named me Jeff after a friend from school, then Johnny for my mom's favorite movie character, so they just kind of kept with it, the youngest is Justin Joseph, or JJ." He explained as the boys grabbed some eggs.

"So like how much do you guys fuck?" Johnny asked flat out, making Jeff smack him in the head.

"Don't be rude."

Somer's mouth fell open, and his face flushed. "Wow," he blurted, then set his mug down and hopped down from the countertop. He got up into Johnny's space, eyes narrow and flat. "You've obviously never had someone you cared about before, or you would know better than to ask that question that way," he growled. "Jeff wants me to like you. Right now I can't /imagine/ why."

Jeff sat back, smirking as Somer seemed to come to life. Johnny raised his brow then walked off with his eggs. Jackson just grinned. "Nice one, Somer. I think I like you even more now." Jeff coming up behind him, he held his boyfriend for a moment. "Sorry about Johnny."

Somer leaned back into Jeff, tucking his head under the blond's chin. He was a bit surprised Jeff wasn't telling him off for telling Johnny off. There was just something about the way the question had been asked that got under his skin. "I never had a bratty younger sibling myself, but I know what they look like." His stomach growled, and he winced. "Did he leave anything for me?"

"Yeah, Johnny is pro at it but in his defense, like Winter, he's just trying to see if you're right for me. Protective a bit, they all are, just in different ways." Jeff pointed out. "I did but I made you something special." Jeff uncovering a plate with a full omelet.

"That's a stupid way to find that out," Somer muttered. He took the plate, then side-eyed his boyfriend. "And ... where is yours? Birthday boy eats. Do you want to split this?"

"Birthday boy gets something special for breakfast," stated Rain as she walked in. Getting into the fridge, she pulled out the bacon and grabbed pancake mix.

"She always makes us foods we love, and I love me some bacon pancakes. Ever had it before, baby?" Jeff sitting at the bar now.

The redhead lifted his brows. "Jeff. Baby. I love you very much, but bacon does not go with everything. You know that, right?"

"Yes, I know, meanie." Kissing his cheek. "But I only get this once a year so I love it and I love you." Rain made a face only a mother would make when her children were acting as cute as these two were.

Somer laughed, shaking his head. "You eat your funny pancakes," he said fondly. "Can I have a couple of strips of bacon?" He settled down next to Jeff and started in on the omelet before it got cold, interspersing bites with cocoa.

Rain gladly gave Somer some bacon as jeff pulled him close and nuzzled him some. By then JJ had come in, but he was quieter then the others. He smiled to Somer and jeff. "You look cute together," he told his oldest brother when he sat on the counter and ate his eggs. "I'm Justin Joseph." He smiled to Somer.

Pushing Jeff off a bit so he could eat, Somer smiled back. "It's JJ, though, right?"

Jeff pouted, though his mom handed him his pancakes so he started to eat. JJ nodded. "Yeah, my name is too much of a mouth full to say so it's JJ, just like Jaylynn is Jay and Jackson is Jack. It makes life easier for everyone."

"Jeffrey, Johnny, Jackson, Jaylynn, Justin Joseph," Somer recited. He shook his head a bit. "And you say my family names their children strangely."

"You're named after seasons, baby," Jeff pointed out, offering a bite to Somer. "Just try it once for me. You haven't even met the dogs yet ..." He smirked. "They all start with the letter V."

Rolling his eyes, Somer accepted the bite, catching a drip of syrup with his tongue. "It's good," he said, noncommittally. "You have to admit, it's a lot harder to confuse our names, though."

"We never get confused for each other, but I get it baby." Jeff finished his breakfast and just like that it was whirlwind as the kids ran around to get dressed for school and were out the door. Marcus wasn't far behind, greeting the boys then off to work. Finally, Rain got herself dressed and told the boys she'd be back later. Leaving them alone, Jeff started to clean up and do the dishes. "You want to meet the dogs first or back to bed?" he smirked.

Somer did his best to help with the dishes, carrying things to Jeff or scraping plates into the trashcan. "I want to go flop," he said, and yawned. "Mornings bleh."

"Hmm I thought I was getting some fun though." Coming up behind his boyfriend. "You even said last night that you agreed to some morning fun times," he whispered into his ear, sucking behind it for a moment.

The redhead managed to mostly muffle his whimper. "True," he panted. "Don't care about ... barky things." He twisted in Jeff's arms to kiss him intensely. "Happy birthday. Jeffrey Anthony. Tell me ... what do you want for your birthday?"

Jeff smiled, kissing him back and pressing Somer against the wall. "Hmm you, just you, all day and all night," he whispered, moving to his neck once more. "I want you ... what do you want to give me?"

This time a moan slipped out. "Jeff ... everything ... " Somer breathed. "Give you ... everything -- god do that again. Please." It was oddly exciting, being in the Sterling house, but all alone. As if they were playing house together. As if it was five years, ten years in the future.

Jeff kissed him again, he reached down to pick Somer up as he carried him back to his room. Locking the door behind them, he laid Somer down. Kissing down the other side of his neck. "Hmm mine. My sexy redhead," he whispered, his hand cupping Somer through his pants, palming him a bit. "I love how you react to me."

Somer shuddered, arching up into Jeff's hand. "'s always you ... " He could lie here forever, letting Jeff do whatever he wanted. The redhead flung his arms wide, his t-shirt riding up and his sleep pants sliding down, giving Jeff all the room he had.

jeff smirked and rolled them over though, taking off Somer's shirt. "Hmm baby ..." His hand running down Somer's chest. He always found it funny that under his shirt, he had this amazing body. "Do you want to get me hard with that pretty mouth of yours?" his thumb rubbing over Somer's bottom lip. "Wanna see that pretty mouth on my cock ..."

"Don't think I'll /need/ to do much," Somer murmured, laughing softly. He slid down Jeff's body, mouthing at him on the way down, then peeled the waistband of his boxers back. "I love how /you/ react to /me/." Light fingertips grazed over the head of Jeff's cock.

Jeff moaned, smirking. "Yeah, well, it's all you baby." His fingers slipping into the red hair that he loved. He couldn't help but tug it some, just letting his eyes close and enjoy the feeling.

With a little huff of laughter, Somer licked slowly along the length of Jeff's dick, root to tip. Then he took the head into his mouth, softly sucking.

Jeff moaned, tugging his hair some. He let his head loll back as he just enjoyed the feeling of Somer's lips and mouth around his member as it was.

Happily, Somer teased his boyfriend, sometimes sucking on him, sometimes licking, sometimes bobbing up and down. He could feel Jeff tremble and squirm under him, and occasionally he would look up, laughter dancing in his green eyes.

Jeff looked down now, moaning and enjoying everything he did. He knew it was getting close to pulling Somer off his member, he kissed him and pushed off the boy's boxers as they rolled back over. He grabbed for the lube, slipping two fingers into Somer as he worked to get him open.

"Ah, god," Somer moaned. He arched, trying to push himself down onto those clever fingers. "Please, baby, please."

"You want me, huh? Want me to fuck you hard and take you?" The words making his own cock twitch a bit. "Hmm, this is just the start," he whispered to him, slipping his fingers out and rolling the condom on. Jeff teased him with the head of his cock, pressing in slowly then fully. "Hmm, fuck, you feel so good." Jeff rolling his hips slowly now.

"Always want you." A long groan pushed its way out of Somer as Jeff slid into him. "Feel so good," he echoed, rocking to match the blond's motions. He reached up, wanting kisses.

Jeff gladly kissed him back, lifting Somer's legs to have them around his hips. He went slow for now on the thrusts, wanting to enjoy them being pressed together like this. He wanted to just enjoy every thrust and moan that mixed into the air.

Somer loved the way it drove him crazy when Jeff made sex slow. He made his kisses equally slow, devouring his boyfriend's mouth and crumpling his hair. "Fuck I love you," he gasped.

"I love you, best birthday ever ... and it's just starting." Jeff whispered, his lips moving to suck his neck softly, knowing he'd leave marks but also knowing this was why his mom had left, to give them time to do as they wanted with no worries. Focusing on Somer now, he shifted so the head of his cock brushed past the boy's prostate with each thrust.

The redhead cried out softly, clinging to Jeff and throwing his head back. It was a good thing the blond's bed was big. "Please please please please please ... " he whimpered, hardly aware of what he was saying.

Jeff didn't know what he wanted, but he did know what he wanted himself. He wanted to make Somer feel it to his toes, so he picked up a bit of speed. Feeling each thrust as it ran past the other's bundle of nerves. Jeff pinning his hands as well, their lips locked in a kiss and mixing moans.

Somer jerked, writhing under his boyfriend, so close. "Please," he gasped into a kiss, "t-touch me, I need it. Need you. Please, baby, please ... "

Jeff shook his head. "Wanna see you come from just me inside you, no touching," he whispered, knowing he could probably do it.

The redhead tossed his head, desperate. "No, please, blondie. Ple~ease." Even with Jeff thrusting harder into him, even with the way he felt the sparks running up his spine every time the blond brushed his prostate ... "Please," Somer begged again.

Jeff wanted to try this, he knew it could work and though he loved the begging, he didn't give in yet. "Just let go and it will happen, baby."

He was sure if Jeff would just touch him, just barely even, he'd explode, he'd come and it would be amazing ... "F-ffuck," he stuttered, fingers curving hard. Briefly he struggled against the blond's hold. He shifted just a little and suddenly he was coming, whether he meant to or not, no warning. Sparks danced in his vision.

Seeing him, seeing how he came like that, it sent him over in a new kind of way. He came as well, feeling the tingle through all of his body in the way he had come to see that only Somer could make him feel. Slowing and pulling out, he cleaned them then held Somer close to him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips here and there.

Somer was totally limp, drained and spent. "Jeff," he murmured drowsily, trying to help with the clean up. "Happy birthday, Jeff."

Jeff kissed him, just holding him close. "Thank you baby, I'm glad I have you here to spend it with." he whispered, kissing him once more. "Nap time, my love?"

A huge yawn cracked Somer's jaw. One hand patted around, trying to find an edge of blanket or sheet. "Cuddles," he demanded.

Jeff cuddled him, the blankets pulled over him as he slipped his leg between Somer's. He knew he was going to tire him out and he was okay with that. It was the best way to start his birthday.

Somer wasn't sure how much later it was when he woke up again, entwined with Jeff and almost too warm. Easing himself out of the bed, he still felt a little sore from earlier, in a pleasant kind of way, and pulled on a tshirt. Then he collected some things and scurried across to the bathroom. One glorious shower later, he padded back into Jeff's room and tickled his boyfriend awake.

Jeff felt Somer leave the bed but for once he stayed asleep. He had rolled over to lay on his stomach. Soon though he started to wiggle as he was tickled. Jeff moaned then tried to push his finger away before smirking as he opened his eyes. "What are you doing, gingerbread?"

"Causing trouble," Somer smirked. "Are you going to sleep the day away? I knew we shouldn't've gotten up at stupid o'clock in the morning."

Jeff smiled, "Good thing I can catch you huh?" Running his fingers through Somer's hair. "No, just was nice and warm, cuddling you. It wasn't stupid o clock." He joked.

Somer laughed, shaking his head. "It so was." He kissed Jeff. "I've already taken a shower. I thought ... maybe we could go for a walk?"

"Hmm, I think I could get behind that but I need a shower too." Jeff slowly sitting up and kissing his nose. "You're going to need to be a bit more dressed, babe."

"I am?" Somer said in confusion. He looked over at the windows, then wandered over and pulled back the curtains. Then he stared. "Jeff! Jeff, there's /snow/! There's /SNOW/!" He started to bounce on his toes, then shot back to the bed and pounced on Jeff. "There's snow!"

Jeff got up, stretching fully and hugging his boyfriend for a moment once he bounced on the bed. "Yes, I know, baby. It does that here a lot so that's why I said you might need more clothes. Like boots and a good coat." Kissing his cheek. "Do you want to go play in it?"

Somer gave Jeff a faintly disgusted look. "Don't ask stupid questions. Of /course/ I want to go play in it. Hurry up! Come on! I'm sure I can go out in my tennis shoes, for a little while." He grinned suddenly. "Don't you want to warm me up after?"

"No, you need boots, it's like 6 inches deep." Jeff pointed out, grabbing his towel. "Yes, of course I do, but you need to be dressed right. Go check in JJ and Jackson's room for something that might fit you while I'm in the shower."

The redhead rolled his eyes at Jeff's back. The snow wouldn't be that bad, he was sure. He started poking into the other bedrooms anyway, because Jeff would be a pest if he didn't. Hurriedly he backed out of the one that was all pink and sparkly -- that had to be Jaylynn's. After another trial, he found the other boys' room, and managed to come out with a pair of boots he thought might be right.

Jeff had showered and now was putting on some longjohns then jeans. He smiled to see Somer there, looking cute as ever. "Well that's better." He kissed his cheek, finishing getting dressed as well. "We need to take the dog with us, so we'll have to get them out." Stepping from his room as he heard them all come running.

Somer trailed after him, a bit wary now. The dogs had to go with them? How were they going to have any fun if they had to keep up with dumb, annoying dogs?

All the dogs came running and were all wagging their tails in enjoyment. Jeff pet them all, then looked up to Somer. "Somer, this is Vader, Vanilla, Velvet, Velour and Valentine." Valentine was a golden retriever, while the rest were french bulldogs. "Mom we're taking the dogs." Rain called back to have fun as Jeff walked with them out the front door. "They're all trained to be off leash, so they'll just follow us."

Somer peered toward the kitchen. He hadn't even realised Rain was home. She must have come back while they were sleeping. Shaking his head at himself, he followed Jeff out into the brilliant snow, smiling, then laughing. The dogs ran out in a tumble around their feet, and the redhead instantly bent to scoop up some snow and fling it out into the world.

Jeff grinned to see Somer so happy. He knew he wasn't much of a dog person but he was glad the dogs would just follow and play. Velvet stopped to jump into the snow and roll, making Jeff chuckle some.

Glancing over at Jeff, Somer threw his arms up to the sky and turned in place a few times, laughing. "I'm just as glad we don't get snow at home," he said, "but it's awfully nice to be able to play in it." He knelt down and assembled a much more packed-down snowball, then hurled it at Jeff.

Jeff grinned, then caught what he was doing. The snow being thrown to him, he laughed and scooped up his own, throwing it back at Somer. He was laughing as well, knowing this was going to happen.

Somer yelped, ducking and dashing away across the snow. Velour chased after him, barking, and he grinned at her. "Help me get him, okay?" he mock-whispered to her, and made another snowball.

Jeff chuckled, tossing some snow balls for the dogs and then going to throw one at somer once more. "I will get you," he called.

"You can have fun trying!" Somer yelled back. He made a pile of snowballs, then had to laugh when Velour leaped onto them and smashed them all. "That's not going to work," he scolded gently, and started making another one. "If we don't have snowballs, Jeff will win!"

Jeff was piling up the snowballs, even if the dogs were just wanting him to throw them. So he suddenly changed his tactic. He grabbed some snow then started to sneak around as Somer was working on his snowballs. Creeping up, he was as quiet as he could be. Jeff ready to put some snow down Somer's back. Not much but enough.

After a minute, Somer realised he couldn't hear Jeff anymore. He looked around, trying to stop the blond hair against the snow, but the space around the house was too unfamiliar -- he didn't know where to look. Instead he picked up two snowballs, one in each hand, and stood up. "Where aaaaare youuuuu Jeffie?"

Jeff held back his giggle as he snuck up and pushed the snow down Somer's back with a chuckle as he watched him react to it.

By the time Jeff actually came up behind him, Somer knew he was there -- the dogs gave him away. But he pretended not to notice, and yelped (he hoped satisfactorily) when the snow went down his jacket and collar. Spinning, he flung the snowballs haphazardly at his boyfriend.

Jeff ducked and ran as Somer seemed to just start throwing snowballs. One hit him but he ignored it and kept running as he called the dogs along with him. He had run to the backyard and now was waiting with the ultimate surprise for Somer.

Laughing, Somer chased after Jeff, heedless of possible further attacks. He blundered through some trees, getting more snow dumped on his head, and emerged in the back yard covered in white powder.

Jeff laughed, standing there with a cup of cocoa for him. "Mom says it's about to get colder so we need to come in." Walking over to him. "Come on, I want to warm you up and drink cocoa with you on my lap."

Somer tipped his head to one side, puzzled. "It's already /freezing/, how can it possibly get any colder?" He covered his nose with one gloved hand, trying to decide if it was still there, then accepted the mug from Jeff. "Where's yours?"

"It's inside, she was still making it. The kids will be home soon too." Jeff stepped in the door but didn't go further as he took his boots off and his coat, it all got set in a place to dry. Rain walked over, handed him his cup and then smiled to Somer. "Did you enjoy the snow?" The dogs following them in.

"Were we really out there that long?" It had seemed like hardly any time at all. But Somer glanced at the clock anyway, and was surprised. "It was wonderful!" he said, then thanked Mrs Rain politely for the chocolate. "So, um. Jeff? Before everyone gets home ... I ... have a thing for you?"

Jeff nodded to him. "Yeah, okay." Thanking his mom, he held Somer's hand and retreated back to his room. With the door shut and locked just in case, Jeff sat on the bed with Velour on his lap. "What's up, gingerbread?" he smiled softly around his cocoa cup.

Somer's heart beat harder, but he took a deep breath and rummaged in his bags. "I ... wanted to give you this present now. So you didn't have to explain anything to your parents, if you didn't want to ... and because I think I might go Austin if your siblings had anything to say about it." He turned back to Jeff with a pair of velvet jewelry boxes in his hands, necklace-sized.

"I ... need you to take my collar off."

Go Austin ... oh right, bust into flames. Jeff raised a brow, though, as he asked him to take the collar off. It wasn't the first time but he had to wonder why he wanted it off when it had a tag now and all. "Okay, turn for me," he replied, then unclasped it and set it down. Jeff looked at it for a moment, his heart racing a bit.

The redhead gently coaxed Velour off Jeff's lap, then set the cocoa mug aside too. He sat down where Velour had been, wrapping his arms around Jeff's neck, and kissed the end of his nose. "Open the blue one first," he whispered.

Jeff held him and nodded. He grabbed the bag and slowly opened it. Inside he wasn't sure what he was looking at. It looked like jewelry but he wasn't sure how it had to do with taking the collar off.

Somer pointed at the clasp. "This one locks. It's a special clasp, with a hex key. Only one key. And, um ... " He ducked his head a bit. "You looked really carefully for the other one, and I love it, I do. But ... it's leather? And it can't get wet or that will ruin the leather. So that means I can't wear it in the shower, or in the pool." He swallowed hard, and looked into Jeff's eyes, pleading. "This one ... it's silver. I can wear it all the time."

Jeff understood now. "I like it and I get it, but does that mean you don't want to wear the other one anymore?" His brow furrowing as that had been a gift for Somer and though he did love this one, he did wish he'd wear the other as well. "If not, will you still wear the dogtag?" Jeff looking to his own that he wore.

"Except for swimming and bathing, I want you to decide what one I wear," Somer said softly.

Jeff smiled to him, kissing his nose. "Okay." With that, he place the new one on Somer and used the small key to lock it in place. "I think I'm going to get a chain for your tag so you can always wear it." Kissing him softly then. "Should I open the other now?"

Nodding, Somer lifted his fingers to brush against the infinity symbol in the hollow of his throat.

Jeff grabbed the second box and opened it. He grinned to see a matching bracelet in the box. He handed the key to Somer. "Want to help me put it on?"

Carefully, tongue sticking out between his teeth, Somer fastened the tiny lock around Jeff's wrist. "I love you," he whispered. "I know sometimes ... the way I can be ... it's hard. It makes you doubt. But no matter what I see in other people, you come first, most important, you are the person I'm choosing to be committed to wholly."

Jeff cupped his cheek. "I love you, too. Yeah, it can be, but it's not like it used to be. I don't feel like you hide us anymore and knowing you wear that, it helps some but what helps the most is this." His hand sliding into Somer's. "And this." Kissing him softly and slowly. "Doing that when others can see, it means everything to me. Your love means everything to me."

Somer kissed Jeff back, wanting to never leave that kiss. "I'm trying to be better," he murmured. "Anyway I want to be touching you all the time." He kissed the blond again. "And kissing you. And I don't, because I don't want to get you into trouble."

"How would I get in trouble for you kissing me, baby?" Jeff lacing their hands as he heard the footsteps of his siblings, but he ignored it just so he could focus on him and his love only. Well, Velour was there too but mostly, he was looking to the redhead that held so much of him.

"Some people don't like to see PDA, remember?" Somer's eyes crinkled with his smile. "And this is me, you know I think I'm going to get in trouble for all kinds of innocuous things. Stupid brain chemicals."

"Well, I don't care, I love PDA with my boyfriend and they can shove it." Jeff wiggled his nose at Somer then. "I know I know, but I'm telling you, no one can get mad if they do then I'll fight them." Making a face as he pretended to put his hands up to fight.

Somer laughed so hard at that he fell over on the bed, then slid off, still laughing. "Jeff," he managed finally, with a sobbing breath, "please don't fight. You will be terrible at it. If they get mad, I will fight them."

"Actually, I would be good, but I think I'll leave all the fighting for you and those awesome abs of yours." He winked to his boyfriend, kissing him once more. "We should go join my family now, unless there is more for me?"

"Oh, there is, but I wanted to give you these things in private. The rest are for later, with everyone else." Somer grabbed Jeff's hand and pulled himself off the floor.

Jeff helped him up, pulling his close and kissing his neck along the necklace softly. "Hmm later we'll have to see what it looks like when that's all you have on," he whispered to him, kissing his neck once more.

Somer hung onto the doorknob and shivered. "'s gonna make you /crazy/," he whispered back, feeling bold. "I might just make you watch."

"Make me watch? Watch what?" Jeff purred, kissing behind his ear now. He couldn't keep his hands off his boyfriend. Who could blame him though?

"Me." The redhead moaned, biting his lip. "Watch me, no touching. Watching me touch myself." He could hear the others downstairs, but somehow knowing they were that close just made this moment more exciting.

"Hmm, nope, another time. It is my birthday and I get whatever I want." Jeff smirked, sucking his neck now. He didn't care if Somer went down there with a hickie on his neck, just would show that Jeff was damn happy. Pulling away, he whispered, "We're going to behave then we'll come back up here and I'm going to ravish you with only that collar on."

Another moan, Somer's teeth sinking even harder into his lip. If Jeff wasn't holding him up, his knees would have given out. "Jeff." The redhead's voice was ragged. "Babe, please."

"Later, my love." Jeff laced their fingers then kissing his hand. Leaving his room, Jeff and Somer joined everyone. The small party of family went well, he got some good gifts and thanked them all. But really, Jeff was more into watching Somer and seeing how he was doing as he couldn't get the picture out of his head.

With the worry of how Jeff was going to receive his big gift off Somer's shoulders, he was so much more relaxed. Nothing the Sterlings had to say phased him, and he easily gave as good as he got. As he promised, he had a few more gifts for Jeff to add to the family pile; a shirt reading 'eat sleep dance repeat', another keychain that said 'dance isn't just my sport. it defines me', a notebook that matched one of Somer's only in blue.

Jeff couldn't help but to kiss Somer in a way to thank him for the rest of his gifts. Now with everything opened, Rain asked if Jeff wanted to watch his favorite movie but he shook his head. "Not tonight but maybe tomorrow? Just kind of want some more time with my boyfriend." He smirked making Rain nod, she understood. The rest of the kids had all gone off to bedrooms anyhow.

Somer looked at Rain, then at Jeff. "Don't you guys do birthday cake?" he asked, confused. "Ice cream? I feel like you're being deprived here."

Jeff smiled a bit, kissing Somer's cheek. "Yeah we do, just give it a moment." Then suddenly out came Marcus with a cake and the kids with some small instruments. "They try to act like the night is over, then come back to sing," he explained as they all started to sing 'Happy Birthday' to him. Jeff blowing out the candles with a smile to them all. "I hope you like strawberries," Marcus asked Somer.

"I love strawberries." Somer clapped gleefully as Jeff blew out the candles. He got up and tried to help Rain with the plates, and ended up dodging JJ and Jaylynn so much he just sat back down.

Jeff just pulled Somer into his lap as the family moved around. Rain telling Somer it was better to just sit and enjoy with Jeff. He kissed his boyfriend's cheek as they were handed cake and ice cream. "You want to feed it to me?"

"Do you trust me not to get it on your face?" Somer grinned, then accepted two plates. He wasn't sure how he was going to juggle both of them, and feed Jeff, and stay balanced on his lap, but he was game.

"I do not, but it will be all the more fun," he chuckled to him. "I'll hold my plate." Taking one from Somer to hold but before Somer could feed him, Jeff set the plate on his knee and picked up the cake, smashing it in his boyfriend's face with a laugh.

Frosting dripped from his face as Somer blinked at Jeff. "You -- what -- Jeff -- " he spluttered, torn between hilarity and outrage. He was trying so hard to make a good impression on the Sterlings, and there was this ... he stared at his boyfriend, mouth twitching, then solemnly held out a hand to the side. Someone put a plate in it, never mind that he already had a full plate in his lap.

Somer picked up the cake from the new plate. He held it up, crumbs falling, then deliberately pressed it into Jeff's nose.

Jeff laughed the moment his face was covered in cake. He shook some off then leaned in to lick Somer's cheek with a 'mmm' falling from his lips. "Hmm, now you taste like strawberries." His family, having backed away, were starting to laugh to see the boys covered in cake as Jeff licked Somer again. "You want a lick?" Sticking his cheek out for Somer.

Somer eyed Jeff dubiously, then licked the crumbs and frosting from around his own lips. "I don't know. I'm not sure I like Jeff-flavoured cake. How well does that go with strawberry?"

Jeff pouted some. "You didn't say that this morning." Smirking as he leaned over to rub his cake on Somer's face a bit with a knowing smile.

"You --!" Somer cut off as his voice rose, then lunged up and pinned Jeff flat and licked him all over his face. "You are absurd," he told his boyfriend then. "And I don't know why I keep you."

Jeff yelped as he was pushed back and laughed. He let Somer pin him, why not? After all it was all in good fun. "You keep me because I'm sexy, cool and great in bed." Pushing him back so he could sit up, with a kiss to his lips.

Rain had to jump in now. "Okay you two, shower now. I need to clean up the mess you've made."

"He started it!" Somer said promptly, but scrambled off the couch anyway. He found a paper towel and began to wipe most of the mess off his face. "Sorry," he said somewhat sheepishly.

Rain shook her head to him. "You're fine, Somer. I just don't want cake all over the house." She had a loving smile on her face as she handed Jeff a paper towel as well. "Now upstairs both of you, I will leave some cake and ice cream in Jeff's room, actually eat it this time." She teased.

Somer started to shake his head, then stopped so he didn't fling crumbs everywhere. Instead he smiled. "Thank you, Mrs ... Rain." He headed off upstairs, swiping at sticky bits on his face with his fingers.

Jeff followed Somer and quickly pushed him into the bathroom, locking it behind them as he pinned his boyfriend to the door. Fingers laced and over his head. "You look good wearing my cake," he whispered, sucking and licking up Somer's neck.

"I kinda ... mmm, Jeff," Somer squirmed in the hold, not really trying to break out of it. "I wanted to taste the cake ... Jeff, blondie ... "

"We can after we shower. Mom is putting some in the room for us, I told her we'd come get ice cream when we're ready." Jeff humming as he pressed his hips to Somer's. "Right now we need to get clean and I think I should go use the other shower ... "

The redhead's fingers tightened on Jeff's. "Why?" It came out a bit petulant. Hurriedly he tried again, rocking against his boyfriend. "You can't be that much of a distraction ... "

"Baby, if I shower with you, you know it won't be a shower." Jeff smiled. "And yes, I can't handle seeing you naked until I have you locked in my room to enjoy fully ... but do you really want me to share with you?"

"It's your birthday," Somer breathed, leaning in close to try to kiss Jeff. "Shouldn't you have anything you want?"

"Hmm, yeah, but I will when we're clean." Jeff kissing him as he saw Somer was trying for. "Now I'll see you in my room in 20, the towels are right there." Pointing to the cupboard. Jeff gave him another quick kiss then slipped out of the bathroom.

The redhead tried to hang on to his boyfriend, but Jeff was too agile, and slipped away. Somer laughed, picking a bit of frosting out of his hair, and turned on the water. He cleaned up quickly but thoroughly, then went back into Jeff's room. Poring over his clothes, he deliberately picked out a buttoned shirt he knew Jeff liked, and comfy jeans, and left off the underwear. Then he sprawled on the bed.

Jeff didn't want to leave but he knew them better then that. So showering and making sure he was good and clean, he came back to his room in just his towel. Walking in to see Somer, he locked the door and smirked. "Now who told you to get dressed?" he teased and dropped his towel.

"Mmm, I thought you'd like to unwrap your present," Somer purred. He looked up and down Jeff's bare body, then licked his lips slowly. "Of course, there's also cake and ice cream ... "

"The sweets can wait, I want my gingerbread." Jeff climbing onto the bed, he straddled Somer as he undid the shirt and removed it. Smirking, he started to kiss down his chest, licking the lines of his abs.

Somer moaned, arching under Jeff. "The -- the ice cream will melt," he stumbled, half-heartedly. "Jeff ... "

"It's in the freezer, mom only dropped off the cake." Sucking now over the waistband of his jeans. "You are a much better snack."

The redhead shuddered, with another encouraging moan. "Eat me all up," he whispered. His breathing sped up, waiting for Jeff to undo his jeans.

Jeff grinned. "I will. I'm going to eat you up and out, then I'm going to watch you ride me with that new collar of yours." Slipping Somer's pants off then, he stood and just took the whole sight in. He drank in how much his heart seemed to beat only for the redhead on his bed.

Somer thought his heart might pound right out of his chest as Jeff surveyed his naked self. He could feel the slight weight of the collar around his throat, but it was nothing to the weight of his boyfriend's gaze. He was starting to get hard, and reached down to stroke himself, hoping to stir Jeff to action.

Jeff shook his head some. "Now if you touch then why should I?" Smirking to him. He knew Somer's tricks a bit and though he was itching to touch him, he didn't make a move for it. He just still drank him in fully. "God, I love you," he whispered, finally moving back to the bed, pressing a kiss to his lips.

The redhead drew Jeff down, leaving off touching himself to wrap both arms around his boyfriend. Returning the kiss with interest, he murmured, "I love you too. Happy birthday, best beloved."

"You are the best gift." Jeff smiled against his lips, pressing his hips down to Somer's. With a loud moan, he moved his hips still to feel their cocks pressed together. "So beautiful," he whispered, then flipped them over. "Wanna see you ride me, baby."

Somer rolled them back over, grinning up at Jeff. "I was promised being eaten all up," he said, eyes sparkling.

Jeff shook his head a bit. "I will, but only once you're good and used." Flipping back over. "Wanna see you bounce and moan."

The redhead gave up, sitting up on Jeff with a laugh. He wriggled himself against his boyfriend's hard cock, then leaned down to kiss his nose. "So you aren't going to open me up?"

Jeff wiggled his nose then shook his head. "Nope, I wanna see you finger yourself. Wanna see what you do when you're all alone and dying for relief. Then once you're all spent, I'll eat you up ... sweet ginger." Caressing his cheek and handing him the lube.

Somer smiled. "I wait for you," he whispered, taking the lube. "When I'm all alone, I wait for you." He rolled off Jeff, sprawling on his back and propping his knees up.

Jeff rolled over to watch as he kissed Somer's neck, sucking some spots. "Hmm, what if I don't want you to wait?"

With his finger already poised, Somer accidently pushed into himself when Jeff kissed him. He moaned sharply, arching just as hard. "Wh-- I-- Jeff, oh~!"

Jeff grinned, stroking Somer's cock a bit then licking up to behind his ear and sucking on the lobe there. "Doing so well ... opening yourself up like that."

"Fuck," Somer swore breathlessly. "J-jeff ..." It felt like his attention was being pulled all over the place; he couldn't concentrate. His fingers faltered, slowed down ... stopped as he was distracted by Jeff's actions.

Jeff smiled, moving Somer's hand for him. He moved them out, warming his own fingers to open him up. "You ready baby?"

The redhead moaned. "Blondie ... " He shuddered, pressing himself against Jeff. "Please. Please?"

Jeff smiled, rolling with Somer over him. He stroked himself a bit. "Come on, baby, slip on for me and show me how good you look on my cock."

Somer shuddered again, sliding down and feeling Jeff fill him up. "Blondie," he breathed, stretching upward, and then arching. "You f-feel so good." Bracing his hands on Jeff's chest, he worked himself up and down, breath hissing out from between his teeth with each movement.

Jeff moaned, loving the feeling of Somer around his cock. He watched him, bring his knees up so his feet were flat on the bed. "So do you, look so pretty in your new collar riding my cock." Jeff stroked his sides softly while he moved.

It didn't take long before Somer was whimpering, eager to be touched. "Please?" he begged. "Please, blondie."

Jeff shook his head some. "No, you know you can do it baby ... come just from me," he whispered, pulling him into a kiss.

It was always like that, these days. Sometimes Somer missed the days when Jeff would stroke him to completion -- but it was the blond's birthday. He kissed Jeff, gasping against his hot skin, seeking that edge. "Come on," he panted, "please ... "

Jeff liked to push him and did enjoy seeing Somer get himself off but at the same time, he liked to please him too. So wrapping his fingers around the boy's cock, he stroked him with the rhythm he was bouncing to.

"Yes." Somer squirmed, feeling the tension spiral up inside. "Oh yes Jeff yes ... need. Need you to come. You come first." The words were staccato with his breathing, quick and sharp.

Jeff pushed up into him, hard and fast. His back arching as he came inside of his boyfriend, his hand not stopping moving to bring Somer along.

The breath burst out of Somer in a gasp, and he bent over with a low groan. "Blondie fuck yes /yessss/ ... " He loved when they were tangled together, coming at almost the same time, loved how closely they were intertwined in spirit like that. "Love you, oh love you so much."

Jeff held him close, kissing his cheek then over to his lips. "I love you too, so much. You've made this the best birthday I've ever had."

Somer collapsed in blissful haziness, lying on top of Jeff and snuggling in. "Mine," he murmured. "Keep you forever." Then he yawned and giggled sleepily. "Cake?"

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Res·pite

Erik x OC! (Eli)

Bold Italics: Inner Dialogue

Word Count: ~2070 (including lyrics)

Warnings: None

Listening Suggestions: Like This by JoJo

A/N: Lightly proofread/ edited. Enjoy! 💋

res·pite ˈrespət,rēˈspīt/ noun: a short period of rest or relief from something difficult or unpleasant.

Erik’s POV:

Inside past security was a set of frosted glass double doors. There was obvious movement and colorful strobe lights flashing wildly beyond them, making the scene within appear to be more like a rave than a club. Imma kill that nigga for suggesting this place. Long lashes and hazel eyes connected with his through auburn colored bangs from behind a small desk. Confidence dripped off her petite frame as she handed him a pair of headphones with a smile before licking of her lips. He returned the gesture with a flash of the gold caps adorning his bottom canines, “What a nigga need these for?” he asked with raised eyebrow.

Mirroring his expression, “This must be your first time huh, handsome?” Chuckling while she pushed her hair behind one ear she continued, “It’ll will be more fun if ya wear em” nodding her head towards the door daring him to venture further.

Erik thought that the frosted doors outside were just muffling the pounding of the music that was sure to assault his eardrums upon stepping through them. Instead he’s left looking around the sea of scantly clad bodies swaying to a rhythm he couldn’t hear. Everyone’s movements blending together and the light of their glowing jewelry not being able to keep up with the swinging arms and winding hips they were connected to surrounding him. Just as he was turning around to speak to the girl at the desk again Erik’s eyes found the DJ, who happened to be looking right at him. Being the only person not dancing he must’ve stuck out like a sore thumb. She pointed to the headphones adorning her bald head and winked before directing her attention back to the turntables bobbing her head to the beat.

It’ll be more fun if ya wear em

In the presence of others getting taken on the same musical journey while strangely feeling completely wrapped up in a world all his own, Erik found himself in somewhat of a euphoric state that could only be rivaled by sex. After weaving through the masses of dancing lights, thirsty glances and spilled drinks Erik found a throne to perch for the night. It was a black leather couch in the back with two tables on either side of jaguars with circular glass tops. Sitting back as he sparked the blunt that was tucked away in his pocket Erik glanced forward and grinned, noticing he’d sat directly in front of the DJ booth. It’s the same exact buzz you get as when you snag the seat directly under the projector in the movie theatre. Blunt between his lips, arms stretched on the back of the couch feeling like a true king completely in his element. Erik’s gaze snapped towards the movement descending from above the DJ booth. Is that a cage? The strobe lights dimmed to a warm flicker as a soft blue spotlight slowly descended upon the cage until––

Her kinky curls hang loose underneath the headphones. Her tendrils were stretching and bouncing in sync with her movements. Mane mimicking the way the smoke from his blunt curved around the air before fading out. Feet covered in white high top Chucks. Exposed deep bronze colored skin trailing up her legs to her black shorts that could’ve been underwear with how small and fitted to her curves they were. Her plain white tee rising the tiniest bit revealing her midriff whenever she extended her arms towards the heavens. She wound her body to the flow of the beat, the sway of her hips and slight bounce of her ass captivated him. Her head fell back, face towards the ceiling revealing the fact that she was also blindfolded. Hidden mainly because her back was facing him but also thanks to her thick curls hiding the tied knot of satin that kept it in place. Extending both arms out, her hands just barely floated beyond the bars of the cage. And with a “come hither” motion two more girls are made visible that are housed in smaller cages of their own.

Suddenly a voice rang through his headphones, “Please allow me to introduce you to the beauties above me” the DJ began. “On the right we have Emily, she’s the auburn beauty that gave you all headphones tonight and on the left is Alicia; it’s her first night so be more nice than naughty” she quipped. “Last but not least, the goddess in the center is Eli”. Eli. That’s the name he’d been waiting to hear, licking his lips hungrily as he recited it to himself in his head again. Erik didn’t know what it was about Eli, but he wanted her. Breaking Erik from his thoughts she continued “I’m your DJ Mahkayla and Welcome to Res·pite!”

Erik was so wrapped up in watching Eli dance and thinking of all the things he would do to her when he had the chance that he almost didn’t notice the bottle girl that had walked over. Setting down a napkin before placing a glass on top and filling it with Hennessey. “I ain’t order that” he deadpanned removing the headphones from one ear.

“I know” she giggled pointing towards Mahkayla “Compliments of the DJ. Tea is her roommate”. And with that she stepped back out of sight.

“Aye!” Erik spoke a little more eager than he would’ve liked. Stopping in her tracks but not speaking allowing him to continue, “Lemme ask you somethin”. Picking up on the lust dripping from his voice the bottle girl turned back in Erik’s direction giving a low yes. “What you think my odds are of getting close to Eli?”

Quickly shaking off the shock of his brashness she returned to where Erik was, sitting down next to him. Smiling she placed a hand on Erik’s shoulder giving him her full attention, “Ask her yourself, if you’re really that brave”.

“Oh, I am.” Erik smirked.

“Cocky aren’t we?” noting the head nod he gave in response she continued “Well, fair warning no one else has come close to bedding Eli but tonight may be your lucky night”.

Humming lowly Erik inquired further, “And why is that ma?”

“Because that painting is her favorite” pointing to the mural of two jaguars standing on their hind legs reaching up towards a crown in the center. It had the view of a dark purple and deep blue sunset in the background. Bringing his attention back to her, “It’s the first thing Eli looks at when she takes off her blindfold and since you’re sitting here––” pausing as she moved to stand, “you gonna be the first person she sees”. Erik’s head glanced up towards her now towering figure but all she did was offer a playful wink leaving him with that thought bomb.

Eli’s POV:

The way Eli moved was effortless. Anyone paying attention could tell that she was totally enveloped in the high that Mahkayla’s music was giving her. Body twisting, rolling and winding inside the confines of her cage like it wasn’t even there. But she never felt freer than when dancing at Res·pite. The music flowed through her and she allowed it to guide her movements. The addition of the blindfold was more for her than anyone else, as it was a means to prolong the high.

The instrumental version of “Like This” by JoJo started to pulse through her headphones. Eli immediately felt a wave of warmth hit her from recognizing the beat, as if that was her personal cue to finally remove her blindfold. Hand going to the back of her head Eli gently tugged on the satin tie releasing the knot before lifting it in the air and dropping it outside her cage. She watched it flutter to the stage below, just behind Mahkayla. Slowly raising her eyes to the painting at the back of the club, only to be greeted by a sight she could only describe as perfection. Like his presence was the one thing that it had been missing the whole time. What little she did see made the hair on the back of her neck rise up. His ensemble was all black with the two gold chains hanging from his neck being the only touch of color. One appeared to be held down by something, a ring maybe? And a boyishly handsome grin showcasing white teeth, no doubt a welcomed surprise. Eli can’t help but feel compelled to hold eye contact as she began to move again, lips quietly reciting the words to the chorus of the song from memory.

“He told me that he like this, he like this/ He wanna take his time with me, like this/ Let me show you how I wind it, like this/ Let me show you like, like, show you like, like/ Take your body downtown, but right round/ Like you better with the lights down, but right down/ Higher than the ceiling, hotter than the sun/ You want some of me? Baby come get some, l-l-like”

Seeing as how this was the first time Eli ever actually made eye contact with someone while dancing it was a wonder she was so calm about it. But something about his presence in her favorite spot just made her want to see how long he could hold her gaze now that her amber eyes weren’t hidden behind that blindfold. Something he was clearly waiting for, seeing as how his gaze never faltered.

It seemed like an eternity passed before the song faded out into yet another. With that Eli blew kiss and winked before crossing her legs, removing her headphones bending at the waist taking a bow. Curls cascading like a waterfall towards her feet as the blue spotlight rose up before cutting off leaving only Emily and Alicia visible.

Making her way to the bar Eli stops when she sees October. “Hey sexy girl!” she cooed in her ear hugging her from behind.

“Hey lover!” October responded turning to give Eli a peck on the cheek.

“October. Who’s that in my happy place?”

Chuckling, knowing exactly who her friend was talking about, “All I know is he’s one of Tea’s boys. Mahkayla had me bring him a bottle of Henny on the house and...” she dramatically paused.

“And what bitch?” Eli spat pinching October’s arm.

“Owe! Okay, okay! He basically asked me what what you like and I told him to ask you himself” she spilled out.

“Well…in that case, you know where to find me love”. October nodded before continuing her way back to the bar.

Eli stalked her way towards her mystery man until he was in full view. Arms by his sides, hands intertwined with each other in his lap and head rested against the couch with shut eyes. Dreads, braided back neatly and both ears covered by the headphones, listening to whatever mix Mahkayla was currently pumping out. Eli sat down on the table next to his drink, finally making her presence known when she gently squeezed Erik’s knee. Internally jumping out his skin before his eyes settled on the sight before him. Dimples coming into full view as he smiled at her. Removing his headphones completely while as she drank straight from the bottle of Henny on the table.

“Aye! Eli right?”

Putting up a finger to pause the starting conversation so she could down the large gulp she just took before snapping back, “Now see…that’s not fair. I don’t know your name”.

He chose to ignore the pulse that boomed through him at the sound of her voice, “Erik”.

“Erik. You look like you have something you wanna ask me”.

“Yeah. What I gotta do for you to leave wit me?”

Big dick energy much? Eli thought to herself as she shook her head at his question. Her next move totally unexpected, as she leaned forward looking down at the chains against his chest and something else, momentarily. Gently sliding her finger into the ring and tugging on it bringing Erik’s face mere centimeters away from hers. Seeing his eyes blown wide open with lust Eli bit her lip smiling in response, “You really trying to get into something tonight huh Erik?

Breathing deeply, “You know I am ma. So what do you say?”

“Well…Erik. You’re gonna have to do something for me then.”

“Meaning what exactly, princess?”

Eli laughed at the pet name but the look in her eyes afterwards let him know just how serious her next words were. “Get in my cage!” 😈

A/N: The inspiration for how Respite operates i.e. the importance of the headphones came from the ending of a random episode of the TV show “Lethal Weapon”. Its essentially what I imagine a “silent” rave would be like, but more fun 🤷🏾‍♀️

Also, I have this affinity for names and what they mean and sometimes incorporate that into the characters personality. Eli means: Ascend/ High and Erik means: Eternal Ruler/ Honorable Ruler

Tags: @cancerianprincess @savagesensitivity @another-imaginesblog @loosewindmill @bidibidibombaclaat

#rheaspeaks #respite #my work #my words #my writing #erik x black oc #i had this song in repeat writing this #i listen to everything #rheaspeaks masterlist

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henraryyyyy · 6 years

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BTS Reaction | They gets turned on when you got dared to make out with a girl; MAKNAE LINE

A/N: I’m not entirely sure if this was exactly what you requested for but i hope eventually you like it. @angelsmin

JIMIN:

“I challenge you,” Jimin’s happy voice chant, jumping around your body, eyes rolling yet still with a warm smile on your lips. “Come on,” he added with an arm rounding your shoulders. “You’re dared by me, that doesn’t happen every day.” He teased still laughing.

“I feel honored,” you scoff shaking your shoulders, his arm falling down your waist. “But still,” you continued. “I will not kiss a stranger girl.”

“It doesn’t need to be a stranger,” your friend encouraged you.

You looked to the side up at him, “why do you even wanna see me kissing a girl?” You asked, the edge of your mouth curving up into a smirk.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” Jimin blushed averting his gaze to the front of the street you were walking by.

“Is that a kink of yours?”

Okay. That catch him off guard. So, that’s why now you have a madly mess of a blush ChimChim chocking into his own saliva that he was gulping along with the nervousness he was feeling by your intense gaze.

You laughed patting his back, “is that so?” You teased once again. “Then i’ll do it.” You ended.

“Really?” With wide eyes Jimin looked down at you, standing up in the middle of the crown of people passing by. “You’ll do that for me?”

You nod, “of course with something in return.”

You saw his lower lip being trapped by his teeth, before hearing him spoke up anew.

“I’ve got a lot of things prepared in mind for you, babe.” Jimin winked at you, finally entering the house one of our close friends lived in and invited us to his pool party.

You went towards your small group of girls that as always played with you being too friendly with Jimin, to just date already.

Rolling your eyes you went with them to an empty room, changing your clothes with the new black bikini you brought last week with your best friend, the girl you were going to make out with in front of everyone in the pool, in front of your crush Jimin. The boy who dared you, and the boy who was gonna fuck the hell out of you afterwards.

“You sure about that?” You asked swimming besides her, from the edge of your eyes watching Jimin’s ones.

“Don’t ya worry, bae.” She laughed, her both hands intertwining with your wet locks of hair pulling your head to hers, both lips finally touching.

Your tongue, at the sight of everyone around —including him—, find its way inside her mouth, water splashing around your bodies when you pushed yourself into her; hips pressed together and tongues fighting against each other.

Then she did it, her right hand fell from your head to your back, undoing your bikini and pulling it away.

“Hey!” You shout at her, feeling a muscular and very bare chest covering your own. Your head crashed into a neck and before you knew it him, Jimin, was carrying your hanging body into the house very needy.

“Time for your reward, baby.”

With that, his fast hands teared apart your lower black swimsuit , alongside with you pushing with your legs his own.

“I’m gonna fuck you so well,” Jimin whispered with his sexy voice, biting your neck, leaving his mark in your neck as his. You doing the exact same thing in his, marking him as yours.

“Then do it,” you whispered back.

He groaned, thrusting his member all the way inside of you, grunting how fucking tight your wet pussy was and how damn good you felt around him.

He moaned how in love with you he was since the first time his eyes fell on your cute self, your cute kinky as fuck self. You moaned the same exact confession, telling him how in love you were too with him, his cute dirty tongue that licking down his lips so innocently yet it was so sexually frustrating for you.

Your orgasm came first, his appearing not long after. Jimin cuddled your body into his, kissing you templed tenderly before falling asleep with you in his arms. As well as you fell into a good sleep into your now lover’s arms.

The teasing from the other friends could wait until tomorrow.

TAEHYUNG:

“Baby,” “I’m not your baby,” “Sweetie,” “I’m not your sweetie,” “Caterpillar,”

You looked with raising brown at your close friend from years, “i’m not a damn caterpillar.” You ironically argue.

“Finally!” Taehyung exhort hugging your figure.

“What do you want?” You whimpered, closing your computer and placing it above the table in front the couch you and Tae were snuggling on.

Your roommate exited her room, saluting you both with a smile walking into the kitchen. You both send her a smile back before looking into each others. You shook your head.

“Don’t ever think about it,” you advert.

“Oh, come on~” he sang with his head on your neck, giving wet kissed up your cheek where he stayed on with his pout caressing your skin. “It’s a dare!” Taehyung added. “You have to do it.”

“But kissing her!” You hissed.

“Making out,” he corrected, tipping your nose with his large fingers.

Oh his fingers...

“Fine,” you agree, rolling your head once before standing up from the couch and stepping into the kitchen with Taehyung following behind.

“Hey,” she greet with a sweet smile.

“Em— Hi,” you hesitating approach her, cupping her cheeks inside both hands. “I’m sorry for what i’m about to do,” you acknowledge. “But i have to.”

With that you closed your eyes tightly and kissed her forcefully, opening her mouth with your own and pulling your tongue into it.

She seemed surprised but went for it, hands grabbing your neck, squeezing it before pushing her own muscle into your wet cavern.

Surprisingly, your throat let out a moan, a sound that obviously didn’t go unheard it by your crush, neither the smirking girl you were making out with.

“Girlies!” Taehyung announce wrapping both arms around your waist pulling you backwards against his chest, smiling awkwardly to your roommate and down at you. That’s when you feel it, his big of a hell member pocking your ass. “I’ve got some things to talk with my friend here so... we’re gonna take our leave.”

Her smirk only grew wider, looking from Tae to you and otherwise. Her lower lip bit down with her teeth before voicing out, “if you want me to join you guys, just let out a scream with my name and i’ll be there.” One last wink to both of us and she was out from the kitchen, your friend eagerly placing your body up his shoulder.

Taehyung chuckled at your surprising gasp, spanking your butt before walking towards your bedroom, where he throw you above the bed with him diving up your body.

“I think we should save the threesome for another time,” he intimate with a smirk. “Now i want all of you only for me,” the horny boy added kissing down your neck. “Just for me.”

Hot, it was so crappy hot, him and his goddess body. Lips trailing wet kisses and marking bites up your throat, licking desperately your mouth for entrance, which you absolutely give.

You, with a sudden confidence, turn him on his back and pushed your body down his dick in one shudder move. Taehyung let out the most deep, low, sensual groan you’ve probably ever heard. He grunting your name was something you wanted to engrave inside your mind forever.

“Move,” Tae whined at my teasings, but with a light chuckle you did what you were told and start moving lazily your body up and down his hard as hell member.

With your body bended down you left a trail of open mouthed kisses down his neck and chest, making hims growl, suddenly changing positions with you neath him.

His fast, rough, at the same time gentle pushes you climaxed before him with his name falling from your lips like a chant. Not too after he reached his own as well, your name called hundred times with his profound voice.

“I wanted to ask you out first,” Taehyung confessed hiding himself under the sheets. “I swear.”

You pulled the thingy covering his lovely face away and pecked his lips before biting down timidly your bottom.

“No need to worry,” you assured. “The order of the operation doesn’t alter the result.”

“Good,” Taehyung smirked hovering you anew. “Cuz I’m thinking about a round two.”

Round two? What a joke! It went until round five almost.

JUNGKOOK:

“You are such a cheater!” You accuse throwing at him the game controller you’ve been using for hours now.

“I am not,” Jungkook declaim. “You’re just too bad.”

“I am not!” You repeat. “You’re just too cheater.”

Crossing your arms you turned your head to the side with a scoff and pout. You’ve been sat in here with him for two hours, playing one of your favorites games, but as you can see this cheater of a boy did not let you win any of all the starts and restarts you made. You were tired, and now was time for your punishment, his dare for you.

“So...” you coughed. “What do i have to do?” You questioned. “A massage? Be your slave? Shower your lazy butt like last time?” You scoffed once again.

“Yah!” He laugh slapping your arm. “I never asked you to do that!”

“Wanna be reminded?” You determine with raising eyebrows. “You were drunk and the—

“Okay, Okay!” Kook covered your mouth that underneath his manly hand was smirking triumphantly. “I asked it, now let me think in peace.”

You shrugged your shoulders watching the tv, where the game was still on, your side with a big ‘you lose’ written on and in his the ‘you win’.

“Ah, i know!” Jungkook’s loud voice scared you, making your body fell out the couch and onto the hard ground.

“Ouch,” you grunted in pain rubbing your hurt ass. An speedy apology fell from his lips, pulling your hand away from your bottom, putting his own. “What’s the dare then?” You asked, not minding him touching your butt, even though it was affecting you very much.

“I wanna see you making out with her,” the perverted boy tilted his head to the side where your childhood friend was sit on, sat above her boyfriend’s lap to be exact.

“Are you crazy?” You deny, his scary look made you immediately go towards them.

“Hi, Can i kiss you?” You directly asked.

You could see your friend’s boyfriend smiling excitedly by the offer you made, she looked at him asking for permission -- you suppose and when he nodded she did too.

Bending down you caught her lips with your own, finding yourself into a heated make out session. Your girl friend smirked into the kiss and knowing what it means you smirked along.

Her boyfriend just got hard.

And probably Jungkook too.

At the simple thought of your close friend you’ve got a huge crush on being hard because of you made you moan into the make out, your friend probably with the same thoughts but for her boyfriend let out a moan as well.

“Have a good time, baby,” you whispered at her with a pat on her arm signaling at her boyfriend with your head.

“Same goes for you, cutie,” she did the same in Jungkook’s way.

You don’t know how or when it happened but what you really know is that you’ve been pushed to your room wall a bit too painfully for your liking, a pair of hungry lips attacking yours, the tongue of your partner with your own playing inside his mouth, where his teeth trapped it in between while sucking down on it.

“You don’t know how fucking crazy you drive me,” Jungkook growl with a smirk, that grin of his that made you only want to pull your panties down and throw it to his face.

“We’re even then,” you smirked back, feeling his member enter inside you for the first time.

His loud grunt made you almost come right there and then, his closed eyes and open mouth not making your work of holding yourself easier.

Jungkook’s thrusts were fast and hard, your back tomorrow would be sore from the hurtful wall, but you knew he would take care of you, he always did.

Giving you another wet kiss mouth against mouth he came before you did, but didn’t take long for yours to blow out too. And then, his cock still very inside of you, Jungkook jump onto the bed leaving small red marks all over your chest.

“Ready for a long ass ride night?” He whispered onto your ear, sending shivers down your nakedness.

With a playful grin you nodded up at him, “i’m more than ready.”

And tomorrow you’ll be cursing at him for your sore back and core, but don’t worry, this bunny will be taking good care of you.

HYUNG LINE

A/N: I NEED HOLY WATER!!!!!! AND JESUS CHRIST AS WELL, PLEASE!!

#kpop #bts smut #bts #smut #maknae line #jimin #jungkook #v #taehyung #bts scenarios #bts reactions #reactions #scenarios

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calico-daydreams · 5 years

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{ Not A Need, But A Want }

Hoseok x Jimin (ace!jimin, College AU)

Hoseok has been a perfect gentleman throughout the years of their relationship, not once disrespecting Jimin's boundaries. However, Jimin can't help but want to lend a helping hand...

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A.K.A Jimin is an asexual who wants to rock his boyfriend's world.

Genre: SOFT, mild nsfw (non-explicit), you have to squint really, really hard to see the hint of angst Words: 5,177

{ moodboard | original twt thread | ao3 }

A/N: This was my first time writing an asexual character, and while I’ve received some positive feedback, I still hope I did it justice enough for my fellow aces. ♥

Jimin is in his favorite place: Hoseok's lap, his arms wrapped around his lover's neck like gentle vines, and Jimin is the flower. Hoseok is always gentle with him, all sweet kisses and soft touches with no sexual intentions; he respects his boyfriend's permanent boundaries, never once suggesting or forcing. "I want to be with you, Jiminie, not in your pants," Hoseok had said when they finally confessed to each other. He had looked at his right hand, "Hello, old friend. We’ll be well-acquainted once more." He laughed carefree, genuine enough that Jimin believed him, loved him for that.

But that didn't stop Jimin from thinking about Hoseok's natural urges. The times his boyfriend's eyes darkened slightly when glancing over his body on days he looked "too sexy with that cute of a face." Even when Jimin would consider himself a mess, bare-faced and fresh out of the shower in nothing but his sweatshirt from middle school and Grinch pajama bottoms in the middle of summer, he still noticed. It never made him uncomfortable - Hoseok would never let it simmer. But it made Jimin felt oddly warm.

He eventually brought it up six months into their relationship, to which Hoseok replied, "Just as your asexuality is valid, I can't deny my own: Jiminsexual. Won't ever dick you down, but wow, you're absolutely gorgeous, and I love you so much." He had let Hoseok pepper his red cheeks with kisses after that, giggling with joy. How he ever came to deserve Jung Hoseok as his partner, Jimin doesn't think he'll understand. However, what he does know is that as he straddles his boyfriend amidst a usual sweet makeout session, he can feel it happening again. Hoseok's hands, which had been caressing his back, are now frozen on his waist as if to still his lover. He keeps kissing him, but Jimin can taste the worry, the hesitation.

In the entire two years that they'd been together, he can only count on one hand the number of times Hoseok had ended their makeout sessions due to an 'uninvited guest.' Hoseok was always apologetic, squishing Jimin's cheeks gently as he said the same thing each time: "I hold back the urges pretty well, but sometimes I feel myself reaching the edge, and I don't wanna push it." It always ended with Hoseok playfully scolding his crotch and Jimin booping his nose, laughing at his silly antics. Then they'd just return to their usual routines (adding a cold shower for Hoseok) and never bring it up again.

Hoseok never seems frustrated by the fact that Jimin will never sleep with him, and while it's highly appreciated, Jimin sometimes wonders if Hoseok can stay this way. If he can really abstain for him. He knows Hoseok would never one to cheat, to seek satisfaction elsewhere - that finally got through Jimin's head two months into their relationship, after a heated argument followed Jimin claiming that he'd be open to Hoseok having a sexual partner. They both knew it was a lie, and Hoseok was adamant to put that to rest. "You are the only one I want, Park Jimin. My heart is yours. My dick? He can go fuck himself."

Well, right now, Hoseok's dick was basically knocking, and Hoseok wanted to lock the door. Jimin quickly threads fingers into his hair, keeping him close. He could feel rather than hear the groan Hoseok was swallowing down, tightening his grip on his waist. "Jiminie... Jimin." He finally pulled away at his boyfriend's firm tone, feeling a little guilty. But even as he nibbled his lip, he kept his eyes on Hoseok's, watching the dark pools crash like waves as emotions fought and he gathered his bearings. The heart-shaped grin he adores is back, ready to spill the same sincere apology. It is halted when Jimin kisses him again, a little firmer. He can feel brows furrow and the warm hands stutter, but when Jimin curiously grinds his hips, he gasps at the strong grip on his hips, halting him immediately. Hoseok had turned his lips away, tilting back out of reach. He looks frustrated, but it's not directed at his crotch this time. "Jimin, what are you doing?"

"I-I just..." Hoseok's face softens at his lover's wide eyes, sighing solemnly as he cups his cheeks.

"I'm sorry if I scared you, baby." His tone is more gentle this time, and Jimin wonders why he doesn't like that.

He murmurs a response, "You caught me off-guard, 's all."

Hoseok breathes a laugh, glancing downwards, "That makes two of us, babe." His hands leave his hips to return to his waist, rubbing gentle circles with his thumb. "Why'd you do that?" Jimin follows his gaze, noticing Hoseok's erection was still there. "Jiminie, you shouldn't worry about that."

"About what?"

Hoseok narrows his eyes playfully, "Don't play coy, now."

Jimin blushes, biting his lip in thought. Hoseok waits patiently, still drawing those invisible circles. Their argument comes to mind, back when he finally voiced his worries that he couldn't give Hoseok what he needed. "It's not a need, Jiminie. It's a want. All I need is you." Hoseok always seems to have the right words and meant every single one of them.

Jimin's mind flashes forward to their hopeful future, marrying the love of their life and foregoing the traditional honeymoon. Hoseok suggested he'd take them to Jeju, where they can vacation off the grid for a while and get used to calling each other 'husband.' Jimin fell more in love with him that day. That future is Jimin's want, but he can't deny the growing want to meet his partner in the middle. He'll never have sex with Hoseok, that's solid in his head as of right now. However, there's nothing wrong with... a helping hand, right?

After months' worth of Google searches, reading ace forums, and confiding in his best friend, Taehyung, Jimin has come to his own conclusion that: yes, he wants to please his partner. He genuinely wants to, and not for the sake of keeping him, but simply out of a desire to tend the fire instead of Hoseok extinguishing the flames entirely. Jimin knows he won't be burned, though. He wants to try this. Worst case scenario: he feels too weird and uncomfortable and knows Hoseok won't be mad. He'd drink a tea, Hoseok would take a shower, and it doesn't have to happen again. Best case scenario...

When he finally nods at his internal monologue and finds his words, he's noticed Hoseok's hands are at his cheeks now. He's greeted with that lovely smile again.

"Hey, baby." He pecks his lips, resting his forehead on his. "You okay?"

"I'm fine..." It comes out as a whisper, so Jimin clears his throat. Here goes...

"Are you hun—"

"I want to dry-hump you." That... didn't sound so bluntly odd in his head, but he's amused (and nervous) with the pure shock and confusion on his boyfriend's face. Jimin feels his cheeks burning - and something twitching.

"You..." He can see those brown pools darkening again, but as always, Hoseok stays afloat. With hands remaining on Jimin's cheeks, Hoseok presses a kiss to his nose, brows furrowed as he gathers his thoughts. "What brought this on, Jiminie?"

Jimin smiles shyly, brushing his fingers over the lines in Hoseok's forehead, coaxing him to relax. "You're so good to me, hyung. Amazing. You make me feel beautiful and cared for and loved. You're just... so respectful of my boundaries, but! But!" He gently shushes his lover, who purses his lips and lets him finish. "But I wanna meet you in the middle. Well, maybe not exactly, but a step towards your comfort zone, anyway."

"Jiminie..." He frowns, pondering his lover's words. "You never have to feel obligated to give me anything, and I mean anything, in return for simply loving you."

"I don't feel obligated. I will never go all the way with you, hyung. Not even second base." Hoseok isn't the least bit offended nor surprised by that statement. He's known this. But he's still confused.

"Then what do you feel?"

"Desire..." He quickly clarifies, knowing that isn’t the best word choice. "N-Not that kind, but... It's like..." He giggles, shaking his head as he searches for words. "Wow, my boyfriend is so fucking amazing, and I love him so much." Hoseok finally cracks a bashful smile, looking away as his cheeks glow pink. "And I will sometimes be in the moment with him and want nothing more than… to just..."

Hoseok braves a glance, whispering, "Just what?"

"Have him give in, so I can give in to my own curiosity."

"Curiosity killed the cat."

"Satisfaction brought it back."

"Shush, kitten." Hoseok finally hugs his waist against, sitting up straighter. "And what are you so curious about, love?"

"How it would feel to help sate your urge instead of hearing you throw a tantrum at the shower wall." He bites down a laugh when he boyfriend splutters, fully blushing now.

"I-I don't have tantrums! Brisk showers are just... very cold."

"Yeah, it doesn't sound fun."

"It doesn't matter." Jimin drops the teasing smile, frowning a little.

"I'm sorry. I don't mean to push, but if you don't consent to the idea, then I'll drop it." He feels it. The pause in Hoseok's invisible circles. He sees the slight bob of his adam's apple, eyes closing for a moment.

He finally hears him murmur a quiet, "Of course I want it..."

Jimin responds just as soft, cautious of his reactions. "Why won't you let me give you what you want?"

"I don't want to push you."

Jimin leans into him, resting his forehead on his again. He watches those familiar waves fighting in Hoseok's eyes as he whispers, "Then don't... Don't push me away."

"You don't need to do this, Jiminie."

"I know. It's not a need, it's a want." Those waves are whirling again, and an odd part of Jimin is internally screaming, 'go under. drown in it. please give in.'

"Baby, I... You'll stop? If you feel-" His breath hitches when Jimin adjusts himself, not even meaning to brush against him. "I-If you feel uncomfortable?"

While Jimin bubbles in excitement at the openness in those words, he is fully aware that he's been quite persistent, so he makes sure to ask, "If you still want to drop this, we can. Your consent is just as important, baby." He can feel the warmth growing within the close proximity of their cheeks.

Hoseok gulps, slowly dropping hands from his waist to his hips. "As long as you lemme know when to stop, I'm completely consenting if you are..." His sure grip and sincere tone give Jimin confidence.

"I fully consent to the concept of making you cum your pants."

* * * * * * *

“...I fully consent to the concept of making you cum in your pants.”

The way those words shot straight to his dick, Hoseok forgets how to breathe for a second. It’s like he’s submerged, and his first instinct is to stay afloat. Hot waves of desire crash onto his feet, a warmth tingling up through his body, most of the heat and blood pooling to his ‘uninvited guest.’ He’s always kept that door locked, but Jimin wants to open it for once.

Hoseok knows he can’t change himself – he wants to act on those urges and ravish his lover. He knows that his sex drive is just as valid as Jimin’s lack thereof. All the things he knows about it came from Jimin, to whom he always listened with an open mind and lack of judgment. "I just don't find you, or anyone, sexy," would've hurt his ego, "but trust me..." He remembers the gorgeous flush adorning Jimin's cheeks. "My heart is fully capable of loving yours." That was all Hoseok wanted from him: to love and feel loved. He never asked more from Jimin, and he always made sure his actions and words spoke the same sentiment.

There’s still doubt and selfish guilt screaming in the back of his mind, but it's silenced by the more important rational thought left in the head on his shoulders: this is consensual. Jimin actually wants to do this. His boyfriend wants to rock his world and his hips against his– Fuck! Hoseok wants that so much.

“Hyung…” Jimin’s lips brush against his own as he speaks, and Hoseok can’t look away from them, plump and more pink than usual due to his boyfriend’s nervous habit of biting them. He wants to bite them. Would Jimin like that? Nevermind that he already knows for a fact that he does - Jimin lets him do so in playful kisses after being told, “You’re so cute, I could just eat you up.”

But this isn’t playful - Hoseok is frozen still, but his mind is going a million miles per minute, lewder the second, and he feels like he’s on fire. Maybe it’s the guilt raging against his hormones. Maybe it’s not knowing how to lead into this. Maybe it’s the fact that Jimin had resumed his earlier actions, gentle and light as if he isn’t sure of what he’s doing.

Finally snapping out of his head and really looking at the younger, he realizes that Jimin is nervous. And before he can ask, Jimin beats him to it, stating what Hoseok was already guessing. “I-I’ve never done this before, so… Can you guide me?”

Hoseok’s hands move before his mouth does, directing Jimin’s hips to grind against him stronger, “Like this, baby… Start off slow, just like that.” That part came out more breathy than he intended, trying to hold back a moan as he feels himself twitch, his body grateful for finally receiving some relief. Frankly, Hoseok’s never been more grateful for jogger sweatpants.

Jimin is following his directions well, finding a steady rhythm to fall into. Their breaths mingled together, with Jimin watching his face as Hoseok watches his hips. Hoseok is aware of his stare, but he can’t help himself - part of him feels like he’s dreaming, so he wants to take it all in. He wants this reality to replace any other Jiminsexual fantasy he’s had. His hands are sneaking up on his boyfriend’s sweater before he stops himself, glancing up at Jimin.

The younger, seemingly shy rather than nervous, pecks his lips gently before murmuring, “You can touch me if you want, hyung…” Oh, he wants to, but it's just dawned on him that he hasn’t been kissing Jimin and those soft, pretty pink lips of his. And as hot as he’s found them being so-close-but-not-quite, Hoseok wants to rectify that. Right now.

Hoseok, fortunately, has the wits not to crash their lips together, opting for a much more gentle approach. He faintly feels Jimin’s squeak against his lips before he feels small hands cupping his face. He lets Jimin takes the lead, not wanting to rush him. In fact, he finds himself enjoying it all more than he thought he would. Dry sex was never something he was particularly fond of. Back when he was sexually active years ago, before he met Jimin, it was simply a means to an end. It was brief, rushed foreplay to give his partner a taste of what was to come, what his hips were capable of doing, before impatience set in and clothes were eventually peeled off.

But this was different. This wasn’t an unvalued step before ‘real’ sex. This was a completely new experience. Jimin was going to remain in those adorable pajama bottoms, and he was going to make Hoseok ruin his. Years ago, he might’ve been embarrassed by the idea of cumming in his pants like a teenage boy - now, that’s no longer the case. Hoseok finds himself appreciating the slow build happening, taking the time to memorize how Jimin is making him feel. Jimin pouring his love into their kiss, he feels so content. As his curious hands finally slip under Jimin’s shirt, feeling the muscles contract under his fingertips, he feels excited. When Jimin takes the initiative to pick up the pace? Hoseok barely managed to swallow back a moan, only to find himself whimpering pathetically when Jimin parts away from him, hips stuttering.

“I-Is this okay?” It was very okay, but Hoseok wanted more...

More friction, more closeness, just... more, more, more-

“…Hyung?”

“Hold on, baby.”

* * * * * * *

That was the only warning Jimin was given before he was wrapped up in strong arms, crying out in surprise when Hoseok suddenly picked him up, pushing until Jimin's back met the mattress. Hoseok gives himself a breather, shifting lower and watching those cute, wide eyes stare up at him. Jimin was also catching the breath that was stolen from him, internally questioning the sudden shift. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel more vulnerable under Hoseok, a voice warning him that he should stop him, but he shoved that thought away. He knows that, even if Hoseok is clouded by his heated desire, he wouldn’t use it as an excuse to take advantage of him.

As if seeing the thoughts shift through his lover’s eyes, Hoseok offers a sheepish smile, pecking the corner of his lips, “Caught you off-guard?”

“You could say that.” Jimin realizes his hands have an iron grip on his shirt, quickly relaxing his hold and rubbing his back instead. “Did I…”

“You did nothing wrong, sweetheart.” Hoseok is trailing kisses along his face, going over his cheeks and eyebrows and eyelids as they flutter shut from the tenderness of his lips. He’s still caged in his arms, invisible circles tickling him a little. He feels the kisses turn into smiles, peeking his eyes open to see eyes watching him fondly. “You’re so cute, Jiminie.”

“Shush…” His mumble is clearly ignored when he feels a kiss to his ear before a whisper sends a shiver through his body.

“I don’t tell you enough how gorgeous you are, hm?” He sinks more into the mattress when Hoseok releases his hold, opting to return his hands under his shirt and lips down to his collarbones. It’s a pleasant sensation coaxing him back into relaxation. “So pretty, so so pretty…”

The words have heat flooding to his cheeks and a warm tingle through his body. He places a kiss to Hoseok's hair, running his fingers through the wavy locks. Jimin feels like the tables have turned, that he is the one being treated. The difference is Hoseok's touches lack sexual intentions, unlike what Jimin has been attempting on him. His body is being kissed and caressed so sensually like Hoseok isn't rushing to a destination – instead, he's appreciating each curve and mark and indent - everything in between. Jimin isn't completely sure how he feels about this, but he knows he likes it. Hoseok is making him feel... precious, special. Even more so when Jimin finally notices something: his body is aroused. He barely noticed it when he was grinding on his boyfriend, but he knows Hoseok surely must've felt it. And yet, hands refuse to go near it, not even a hint of acknowledgment. It doesn't surprise him, but his heart swells with appreciation.

That aspect of his (a)sexuality was probably the easiest to explain to Hoseok: the body's response to touch or visuals is not a reflection of whether or not the person wants it. Hoseok had blinked cutely, "Oh. Well, of course... Like getting groped by a weirdo at a party, ugh. Or popping a boner in chemistry 101 with that hag of a professor."

"Hyung, just 'cause she's old–"

"You mean ancient?"

"D-Doesn't make her a hag, haha."

"Fine. A witch, then. I swear she mixes potions in that lab of hers."

"I– Y'know, potions aren't– Ah, whatever. Go on, dear."

"How do you think she suddenly looks ten years younger?"

"Surgery. Or perhaps, a haircut?"

"...Nah, it's gotta be potions."

"Pfft, you're an idiot."

"But I'm your idiot."

And that was that. Jimin wasn't repulsed by it, it was his body's natural response after all. But he did find being stimulated to be annoying (and boring). However, Hoseok doesn't, and he can feel his boyfriend’s erection twitching against his thigh, excited as ever.

"Baby..." Jimin attempts to sound sexy, dropping his pitch some, a bit breathy in Hoseok's ear. "How do you want me?" Jimin knows Hoseok wouldn’t want him to pretend to be into it, but the bratty side of him wants to feed into whatever fantasy is playing out in Hoseok’s head right now. And from the groan he feels against his skin, it’s working. “Tell me, baby. Why’d you stop?” He hooks his free leg around Hoseok’s hips, gently pressing him closer.

Jimin feels his hips jerk against his thigh, and Hoseok lets another moan escape him, “W-Wanted to…” Hoseok actually changed positions to give Jimin a break, knowing it’s tiring doing the same movement over and over. (That, and he felt embarrassingly close and wanted to extend it just a little longer.) Jimin is extending a helping hand, so he doesn’t want to make him do more work than he should just to please him. Hoseok feels beyond pleased, even though Jimin really hasn’t done much. Heck, Jimin already does so much to him without even trying, so he shouldn’t be all that surprised. The way that Jimin touched him, kissed him so tenderly made him feel so taken care of. So special. Fuck, he suddenly felt so overwhelmed with love for this boy that he feared his heart (and his dick) would burst.

“What do you want, hm?” Jimin’s fingers are brushing his hair and dancing across his back, and it’s distracting him. Until a whisper sends a shiver down his spine, “Tell me, baby boy.” God, the mental images flooding his brain are gonna send him straight to hell. He settles on one, where he’s riding his boyfriend into the mattress, pretty moans and praises spewing from his lover’s lips.

“I-I want to... ride you.” He lets his hips jerk again, trying to find a steady rhythm, looking up for permission.

Jimin is biting back a giggle as he brings his hands to his burning cheeks, “Go ahead, you can.” He lets Jimin peck his lips with a whisper of, “Ride my thigh, baby boy.” His skin burns at Jimin picking up on how much he likes that pet name. Nonetheless, his hips obey, settling on a swift speed. When Jimin clenches the muscles, Hoseok buries his face in his neck, muffling his pathetic whines. But it seems Jimin wasn’t going to allow that because he’s immediately tugged back up, a teasing pout on Jimin's lips. “You don’t have to hold it back. I wanna hear you.” Hoseok shakily grabs one of his hands, pulling it away from his cheek so he can kiss the knuckles. Jimin seems to grow a little shy, squeezing his hand gently. “And I wanna see how cute you look when you cum...” Hoseok’s ego should feel somewhat emasculated, but he doesn’t really give a damn. He lets Jimin hear how good he’s making him feel, kissing him deeply with a groan, knowing it’s okay because of the lazy smile he feels underneath. Grabbing Jimin’s other hand, he laces their fingers together and presses both hands into the mattress as he grows weaker, closer to the edge. He eventually manages to separate their lips, wanting to give Jimin what he wanted, even though he feels shy by those cute eyes watching his explicit expressions. Whimpers escape as he tries to speak, but Jimin shushes him gently, pressing his lips against his nose, chin, wherever he can reach. “Keep going, baby. Are you close?”

“Y-Yeah…” His panting increase with his speed, chasing his orgasm. Jimin keeps clenching and unclenching underneath him, and the friction is fantastic.

“I said I wanted to make you cum in your pants,” and boy, he nearly did earlier. “So, do it. Cum for me.”

If Jimin said anything else, Hoseok couldn’t hear it. His moans and Jimin’s whispers blend together as he climaxes, struggling to stay upright. Jimin gently rolls them over and lets Hoseok settle into his side, taking one of his hands back to bring it over his boyfriend’s damp sweatpants, rubbing him through his orgasm. Jimin keeps his eyes on him, watching his lips part, eyebrows relax, and eyes flutter. Hoseok is still clutching his other hand, using his free arm to pull him in, craving the closeness. Jimin can't help but giggle at his cuteness.

He peppers Hoseok’s jaw with light kisses, waiting until he becomes oversensitive. A hand soon swats his back weakly, so he pulls his hand away and embraces Hoseok, playing with his hair as he catches his breath. Jimin hums softly, thinking about how easy this was to do. He didn’t get any gratification from it, as expected, not in way Hoseok did. But he did feel like they grew impossibly closer, in a sense - Hoseok unabashedly gave in to his desires, and Jimin opened himself up to that side of him. They were both vulnerable in their own ways, gaining pleasure in their own ways. He knows Hoseok enjoyed the little help he offered him, but Jimin didn’t know he would like it as much - pleasing his lover like that, after years of Hoseok abstaining from partnered sex. It felt more... sensual than it did purely sexual.

Early in the relationship, Taehyung had put Hoseok through his boyfriend test (it was both embarrassing and hilarious), and he might’ve threatened bodily harm if he ever tried to pressure Jimin into sex or seek it elsewhere while committed to him. (“It was not a threat; it was a warning out of love, Jimin-hyungie.” “Yeah, sure, TaeTae.”) Hoseok, though initially pissed that he’d think that of him, understood Taehyung’s protectiveness.

“Jimin is precious,” Taehyung had told him.

Hoseok agreed wholeheartedly. In fact, he said, “You know the saying... 'My body is a temple'? It is, and I plan to respect that. I don’t need to ‘trespass’ in order to worship the ground he walks on.” Taehyung was stone-faced, simply nodding in approval…

Until he was alone with Jimin later, tearing up, “I like him for you, hyung. He’s a keeper.”

“Mm…” Jimin looked back at the satisfied man in his arms, seeing closed eyes and a dopey smile.

He burst out laughing, “You alright, there?”

“Am a’ight.”

Jimin brushes a few stray hairs out of the way, kissing his eyelids, “You going to sleep on me?”

Hoseok peeks an eye open, “I thought I was already dreaming.” He pokes Jimin’s cheek lazily, “I still must be; there’s an angel in my bed.” He fakes a gasp when Jimin giggles, pinching his cheek gently, “There it is! The sound of heaven!”

“S-Stop it!~” Hoseok relents, chuckling and embracing him again, kissing his nose. “So…”

“So…”

“That happened.”

“Mhm. And was it okay for you?”

“Was it okay for you?”

“Oh, definitely, but I’m asking you.” Hoseok studies his face, biting his lip nervously.

“It was… very okay. Thank you.”

Hoseok scoffs, “Please, I should be thanking you… So, did it sate your curiosity?”

“Mhm~” A brow is raised when Jimin slowly smirks, “You are cute when you’re cumming… Baby boy.”

Hoseok stills, flushing with after hand embarrassment, “It’s hyung to you, brat.”

“But I’m your brat.” Hoseok’s red ears make his playful glare not at all threatening, so Jimin squishes his cheeks, cooing, “But you were so cute~ Thanks for letting me take care of you.” Hoseok shakes his head free, burying his hot face in his boyfriend’s neck. “Speaking of which, let’s get you out of these yucky clothes and into a nice bubble bath.”

“Will you join me?” Hoseok mumbles against his skin.

“And wash your back and shampoo your hair, yes.”

Jimin laughs when Hoseok rolls them around, groaning, “Aftercare, too? You are a dream.”

“Oh, shush.” He peels himself away, tugging at his hands. “This is reality, hyung.”

Hoseok stands up slowly, giving him his signature heart-shaped smile, “Lucky me.” Jimin rolls his eyes playfully, turning around only to be back-hugged. “Hey, Jiminie?”

“Yes~?”

“I love you.” Jimin tilts his head for a smooch, giggling on his lips when they begin to waddle to the bathroom.

“I love you, too.”

* * * * * * *

Just as before, they didn’t really talk about it. However, a strange tension they didn’t know existed seems to be dissipating - it’s as if they became more in tune since that night. It no longer feels one-sided; it’s a new balance they’re discovering together. Jimin still doubts he’ll ever go all the way; it’d be unfair to Hoseok, who’s made it clear he wants the other person to enjoy the act. For now, Jimin wouldn’t mind lending a hand every once and while - literally. Which was once again a pleasant surprise to Hoseok only a week later, during their morning shower. Hoseok never thought he’d be in a situation of shampooing someone’s hair while being serenaded and receiving a handjob, but it was a ‘very okay’ experience. In fact, he’s got that signature afterglow - his smile is somewhat brighter, and he seems more content than usual.

“My dudes,” Taehyung is sat across from them at their usual cafe table, making gag sounds every time they make heart eyes at each other. “I love you guys. I really do, but I also love not being a third wheel.”

“Do you want kissies, too, TaeTae?” Hoseok wiggles his eyebrows, holding Jimin securely in his lap as he leaned across the table.

“Jung Hoseok, if you kiss me, I will-”

The couple roll their eyes, reciting in unison, “Cut off his/my baby maker with a rusty pair scissors, we know.”

Taehyung blinks, “…Y’all are too close.”

Jimin sticks his tongue at him, rising to stand, “No, your threats are just unoriginal.” Hoseok kisses his hand as he starts to walk away, going to put in their drink orders before they get kicked out for loitering (again).

He blushes when he overhears Taehyung whispering loudly, “Okay, what love potion did you drink this morning? I mean, you’re always a sun around Jimin, but you’re, like… glowing.”

“Nah, he’s my sun, TaeTae.” Nice save, Hoseokie. Cue another fake gag from Taehyung.

“No, seriously.”

“Okay… See, I know this witch--”

“Ugh!”Jimin stops listening when it’s his turn to order. After he lists off the drinks, he gives the cashier their names to write on each one. His lips twitch to smirk, but he smiles sweetly instead, “Can you write ‘Baby Boy’ on the last one, please.” The girl gives a questioning look but grabs the sharpie anyway.

She’s in the middle of writing it when she throws both the cup and pen in the air, startled by a familiar screech. Jimin spins around, watching Taehyung chase Hoseok out of the cafe, waving one of his Gucci slides in his hand, “COME BACK HERE, TRESPASSER!”

Oh, boy… “Uh, on second thought, I think I’ll take those drinks to go, ma’am.”

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