#and no it’s not about the lack of smut (look at killer crush)

[blconnoisseur]

PLEASE

[astermath]

title taken ✧*

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

summary: ethan makes an offhand comment about potentially “dying a virgin”. you ask him if he’d like you to help with that. and how could he possibly refuse?

word count: 3.8K

notes: first time fully writing smut on this blog! I hope I did okay lol I probs got a bit carried away,, I remember hearing his comment in the movie and being like I VOLUNTEER I CAN HELP lmao, anyways,,, comments / reblogs are highly appreciated, and requests are open! lmk if you’d like to be added to the tag list for further ethan landry related content!

warnings: cursing, protected sex, oral (f and m receiving), ethan realizing how much he loves going down on you lol, MINORS DNI!!!! normal sized font below!

notes: guys hot take but I think ethan is a boobs guy, but what do you think? sound off in the comments ethan nation

P.S.: this is a REPOST with some slight edits, sorry for the inconvenience!!

You distinctly remember the moment when Ethan made that comment.

You were all sitting outside, discussing your theories as to who the Ghostface killer could be and who you guys should be watching out for. When Ethan realized he was part of the core friend group, and as a result, also a target, he looked panicked.

“Am I gonna die a virgin?”

It was an offhand comment that no one paid much attention to, it seemed like everyone pretty much expected that from him. But you didn’t. Sure, he was a total dork, and really bad at talking to girls, but he was a pretty boy. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t considered hooking up with him before, but… That comment truly solidified the thought for you.

The two of you were sat on the couch of Chad and Ethan’s shared dorm. Despite Mindy telling you she didn’t trust him and that you shouldn’t be hanging out alone with him, you did very much need his tutoring. You’d rather get killed by Ghostface than have to retake econ.

But you couldn’t focus on the material. Not when Ethan’s virgin comment was making all kinds of images appear in your mind. You weren’t even listening to what he was saying, your brain having a field day with the thought of you taking that title away from him.

“Hey, Ethan.” You finally spoke up, looking away from your notes.

“Yeah?” He looked at you, the end of his pen held to his lips. He always had a habit of biting his pen when he got distracted.

“Are you really a virgin?”

The bluntness of your out of the blue question completely took him out of it. His eyes widened and he just sort of froze up, like his brain short circuited. You could tell he started blushing, and god did it look adorable.

“U-Uhm…” He put down his pen and tried to look anywhere but where your eyes were. Frankly, he was a bit embarrassed about it. He’d never even had a girlfriend, let alone have sex before, and as much as Chad tried to get him involved with girls he always struggled with it. Not just because of how awkward he generally was.

But because he had a crush on you already.

No one knew, not even his roommate, but lately he’d been struggling with keeping it to himself, especially as the two of you had been hanging out more on your own. There were so many moments where he just wanted to be closer to you, move all these papers aside and just kiss you right then and there.

His eyes were fixated on his laptop as he swallowed hard, clearly nervous about the whole ordeal. “Uhm… Yeah. I am…” He brought up a hand to scratch at the back of his neck, trying to keep his hands busy so his nerves wouldn’t show as much. “Just… Never got around to it.” He chuckled nervously.

You closed your laptop, realizing you’d made the poor boy uncomfortable with your sudden interest in his sex life. Or, well, lack there of. “Hey, it’s okay! It’s nothing to be ashamed about, there’s no, like, expiration date on when you have to fuck someone…” You tried to make him feel a bit better.

Ethan nodded awkwardly, genuinely wishing this couch would just swallow him whole so he could disappear. The girl he liked knew he was a virgin loser with no game, there was no way you were ever going to want him now.

The two of you sat in silence for a bit, Ethan wondering if it was too late to jump out a window and forget this ever happened. You, however, had a different turn of events in mind.

“Do you want me to help with that?”

Those words made Ethan look up from his laptop and his eyes widen. If your previous question was a pitch, this one was a home run. He wasn’t even completely sure if you actually asked that or if he imagined it, until he met your gaze. But he wanted to be sure his mind wasn’t playing tricks on him. “W-What?”

You shuffled a little closer, legs touching his, putting a hand on his thigh and leaning in slightly. “Do you want me to take your virginity?”

Ethan can feel blood rush to his cock from the question alone, his gaze darting from your lips back up to your eyes. If this was a dream, it was definitely the best one he’s had so far.

“Yes.”

Your lips meet his only a second after his reply, the book on his lap falling to the floor as you both lean in at the same time. You could tell he was nervous, but that didn’t stop him from trying. You tilted your head to the side and opened your mouth slightly to run your tongue across his bottom lip, an action that elicited a slight whimper from him.

His arms snaked around your waist and you raised yourself up onto his lap. A hand soon found its place in his curls, tugging gently to tilt his head back as your lips traveled down to his jaw, then to his neck, peppering gentle kisses and love bites on the way.

“S-Shit…” He spoke between hot breaths, one of his hands now resting on the soft flesh of your thigh, squeezing slightly whenever your teeth would bite down on his sensitive skin.

You giggle softly at how sensitive he was, lips sucking a darker mark on the spot below his ear. His hips were shifting beneath you, and even through multiple layers of clothing, you could tell he was getting harder by the second. You pulled back, hands coming up to cup his pretty face. He was already panting a bit, cheeks tinged pink from all this newfound excitement. “You look so pretty...” You press another soft kiss to his lips. “This okay?”

Ethan looks up at you with an almost desperate look in those doe eyes of his, nodding at your question. As much as you wanted to fuck him right then and there, Ethan deserved to be taken care of a little, especially since this was his first time experiencing most of this.

“Good, good...” Your thumb rubs gently across the soft skin of his cheek. “Wanna... Take this to the bedroom?”

“Please.” He breathes out against your lips.

The walk, or almost run to his bedroom, was a blur in your mind. You wasted no time, quickly getting inside and locking the door behind you both. Ethan was eager now that this was finally feeling real, hands swiftly finding your hips again and pulling you in for a passionate kiss.

“Hmm... Someone’s excited...” You mumbled in between kisses, stumbling backwards onto the bed until your back hit the mattress. Ethan held himself above you, brown curls perfectly framing his face as he admired how beautiful you looked on his bed.

He kissed you again, tongues playing with one another as his confidence was spurred on by his pure exhilaration. “Been... Wanting to do this forever...” He spoke against your lips as your hands searched for the hem of his shirt. “With you...” He pulled his shirt off in a hurry, diving back to meet your neck, pressing feverish kisses to your skin.

“Yeah?” You bit your lip, hand coming up to further push him into the crook where your shoulder and neck met. You let out a soft mewl when he bit down, wondering if he’d imagined this before. One of your hands moved over his chest, nails raking over the skin and undoubtedly leaving red lines in their wake. They travelled over his abs, down to his crotch, palming slightly, which earned a delicious groan from him.

You tilt your head to kiss the side of his head and get his attention to meet your gaze. His eyes find yours, half lidded, pupils blown out like he was high off the moment. “Me too.” You say, and you could swear it activated something in him when you did.

His hands start roaming under your shirt, and you take that as your cue to take yours off too. He stops for a moment, purely to admire the newly exposed parts of your body. Sure, he’d snuck glances at your chest when you wore tighter shirts, or when the collar would dip down just enough to give him a peek. But he only imagined touching your tits, how soft they were, how well you’d react to his hands.

His hand reached out and he gently cupped your breast, still a little careful. “So soft...” He mumbled to himself, his thumb slowly rolling over your nipple, almost teasingly so. You whined softly, arching your back a little into his touch. His other hand joined in and he squeezed them a bit, seemingly entranced by just how soft and pleasant they felt. Like they were made to be held by him.

He leaned down to your chest and looked up at you with puppy eyes. He could ask you to rob a bank with those eyes, and you’d do it. You just hoped he didn’t realize how you weak you were to that look.

“Can I?” He licked his lips.

“Y-Yeah, Ethan, anything...” You rubbed your thighs together. You knew he was just taking things slow, for both of your sakes, but god it felt like he was teasing you so badly.

He licked your nipple, a little hesitant, but he took the hand in his hair as a sign that he could continue. He wrapped his lips around the sensitive bud and suckled softly, closing his eyes as his fingers played around with your other nipple. You swore he was getting off on just sucking and touching your tits, noticing slight movements of his hips grinding into the bed.

He let go with an audible ‘pop’, earning a delicious whimper from you.

“E-Ethan...” You whined, catching your bottom lip under your teeth.

“Yeah...?” He hoped he wasn’t doing anything wrong.

“Touch me...” You spread your thighs a little more. “Please?”

“O-Oh, right... Sorry, I just... Got a little caught up in the moment.” He chuckled nervously and you did the same. You were glad there was still an air of lightness surrounding the whole ordeal. The last thing you’d want was for him to feel judged or uncomfortable.

He moved back a little between your thighs, hands exploring the soft skin of your legs with a pleased hum. He’d dreamt about moments like these so many times, ever since you became part of the friend group, he just couldn’t stop imagining what it was like. What you’d feel like, what you’d sound like... He was still processing a little that it was all actually happening.

His hand hesitatingly moved over your inner thigh, bringing a finger to gently trace over the fabric of your panties. His eyes widened a little at what he felt; you were soaked. He felt a little more confident in knowing he did that to you, but also a little shocked. “You’re... So wet...”

You brought up your hands to cover your face. You were, yes, but the way he was saying it made you all the more conscious about the effects he was having on your body. “Ethan... That’s-- You can’t...”

He grinned slightly at your reaction. He never knew you could get shy like this, you were usually such an open person. “Alright, let me just...” His fingers dipped under the waistband of your panties. He bit his lip when he discovered the hot wetness there, gently running over your slicked folds. “Is this okay?” he looked up at you.

“Mhm...” You nodded, your thighs twitching slightly when his finger grazed over your clit. “F-Fuck, yes... There, keep... Keep doing that.” You felt a little guilty for a second, remembering this was supposed to be about him. But you were doing him a favor, really, he was bound to have to find out how to touch a girl sooner or later.

His middle finger ran gentle and slow circles over your clit as his other hand kept busy running up and down your thigh. He stopped for a moment, hooking his finger around the elastic of your panties, looking at you for approval to take them off. You said something along the lines of “go ahead” between your whimpers, so he gently removed them from your body.

Again, he was taken aback by how beautiful you were, pussy glistening with juices. “God...” His thumb ran over your clit and you shivered slightly, having missed his touch, even if it was just for a few moments.

An idea sprung alive in his head, something he’d thought about many times before. “Hey, uhm... Can I...” He seemed nervous about proposing it.

“Hm? What is it Ethan?” You propped yourself up slightly onto your elbows, looking at him.

“Can I go down on you?” He paused for a moment, swallowing. “I, uh... I’ve always wanted to try that.”

You smiled at his request. Usually, the first thing guys would want is for a girl to go down on them, but you supposed Ethan wanted to explore all the options a little first. And maybe he wanted this to last longer than he would with your mouth on him. “Y-Yeah, sure...”

He smiled back, arms now on both sides of your thighs as he leaned his head down closer to your aching core. His hot breath hit your pussy, and you resisted the urge to just pull him closer. Instead, you ran your fingers over his scalp with an encouraging nudge. He stuck out his tongue, running it flat over the entirety of your wetness, humming at the taste.

You squirmed when he reached your clit, and his hands came up to settle on your thighs. He flicked his tongue and you moaned, almost obscenely, at the action. “F-Fuck!” He did it again, and your thighs started clamping down on him. “Jesus, Ethan...” He brought his lips down onto the needy bundle of nerves and suckled gently. Your head threw back as his tongue sent waves of warm tingles through your entire body.

“A-Are you sure this is your first time?” You spoke breathily through your moans and it only spurred him on further. He looked up at you with those all too familiar puppy eyes, tongue eagerly lapping at your juices. He moaned into your cunt, rutting into the bed slightly, fuck it felt good to please you.

You felt a familiar knot start to form in your stomach, hips moving against Ethan’s face as you mumbled his name over your whimpers. He sucked down on your clit again and that sent you over the edge, hand gripping his curls as you became undone beneath him. You rode it out on his face a bit before you relaxed back onto the mattress, thighs trembling in the aftermath of your orgasm. “Holy shit... Ethan...”

He slowly got up, using the back of his hand to wipe his mouth clean. “I hope I did alright.” He smiled, gently stroking your leg.

“Are you kidding me?” you spoke up after finally catching your breath. “You did so well baby.” You propped yourself up and he leaned down to kiss you, letting you taste your own juices on his tongue. Your hands went to his pants in the meantime, working on undoing his belt. “If you’d just… Help me out with those…” You smiled against his lips. “I could return the favor.”

He wasted no time in taking off his pants, kicking them off the bed until he was left in just his boxers. He kneeled on the mattress, his hard-on straining against the fabric of his underwear. You leaned forward onto your elbows, and he swore just the sight of you like that would have finished him off.

You leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his bulge through the fabric, and you noticed a twitch from his cock in return. “Been wanting to know what you taste like for months…” You mumbled, hooking your fingers over the waistband of his underwear to free his throbbing cock. The tip was already dripping with pre-cum, proof of just how worked up he got from eating you out earlier.

“Just relax, ‘kay?” You looked up at him and offered a sultry smile, to which he nodded. You reached out and with a gentle grip, pumped his length a few times. He bit his lip, suppressing a groan. God your hand felt so much better than his…

You leaned in and licked across the tip, collecting the bead of pre-cum on your tongue and savoring it. “Such a pretty cock too…” You licked up the length of him and he hissed through his teeth, hand landing gently on the back of your head. Not pushing, not pulling, just wanting to touch you.

He whined out your name when you suckled on the tip, looking down at you with desperate and needy eyes. “Fuck… T-That feels… So fucking good oh my god…” His hand moves over to your jaw, so you’re looking up at him now, and the eye contact doesn’t break, not even once.

His breathing picks up when you start to bob your head, but he stops you before you go deeper, pulling out of your mouth. “Shit, sorry, was that too far?” You look at him with a worried expression.

“No, no, not at all, it’s just… I wanna last longer.” He looked a bit embarrassed, and you felt a sense of pride of almost making him cum just from giving him head for a bit.

“That’s okay,” You got up to your knees and pressed a kiss to his lips. “I’m starting to get impatient anyways,” His breath hitched when you traced your fingers over his length again. “Need you inside me…”

You gave him a slight push so he sat down on the bed as you leaned over to grab a condom from the pocket of your discarded shorts. You rolled it over his cock, a snug fit, as expected, and your eyes went back to his face. He watched your pussy hover over his length, mentally preparing himself. If you going down on him felt that incredible, then this was about to be an out of body experience.

You put one hand on his chest to stabilize yourself, and reached one hand under to run his tip between your folds, lubing him up with your juices. “You ready?”

He nodded, hands coming up to gently rest on your hips. With that, you sank down onto his cock, slowly but steadily taking him inch by inch. Both of you moaned in unison at the joining of your bodies, neither of you imagining it would feel quite like this. You, surprised by the stretch he gave your cunt, him, surprised by your warmth and tightness.

“Fuck…” You sighed out, before you fully took his length, skin meeting skin with an audible clap. “So... Deep...” You put both of your hands on his chest, leaning forward a little. “Feels good, huh? You fit inside me so perfectly...”

“Shit...” He squeezes your hips harder, not enough to bruise, at least not yet. “So tight...” Ethan moves his hips up a little and you moan at the movement, the head of his cock grazing a very special spot inside you.

“F-Fuck, Ethan, hold on... J-Just...” You raised your hips, almost pulling him out completely.

“Let me...” You lowered again, ass meeting his hips. “Take care of you...” You started to establish a steady rhythm, Ethan watching your body move in complete fascination. You were gorgeous, tits bouncing, making the prettiest noises. Any guy would kill to have you on him like that, and he was no exception.

Your thighs started burning a little after a while, and he could tell as your movements got less intense. But you felt so good, every single change in motion sent jolts of pleasure through his body, his cock twitching whenever you would moan out his name.

He decided to keep chasing this high and take the reigns, putting a hand on your lower back and getting up, laying you down on the mattress as he pulled out.

“E-Ethan! What are you-- o-oh my god--” Your sentence got cut off by him sliding back inside you, his arms resting besides your body. You didn’t expect this more... Initiative-taking side of him, but it was welcome either way. You hooked your legs around his hips to pull him in closer, arms resting over his shoulders.

He quickly began thrusting, hips snapping forward, the room filled with the almost pornographic sounds coming from the two of you. He looked at you, curls sticking to his sweaty forehead, mouth slightly agape. You pulled him in by his shoulders to capture his lips, moaning into his mouth as he picked up the pace.

“Fuck... ‘M close... So close...” He spoke through heavy pants, head now buried into your neck.

“Me too baby, me too, holy shit don’t stop... D-Don’t stop!” You felt the hot coil in your stomach get to a breaking point, the bed rocking slightly with Ethan’s movements as you started repeating his name between your moans.

Ethan’s hips pushed into you one last time, cock twitching as he came, filling the condom nearly to its brim. He groaned your name into your neck, breath hot against your love bite covered skin.

You followed right after, legs clamping down on him, your pussy clenching onto his cock and milking every last drop out of him. Your thighs trembled as you panted, holding him close as he rode out his orgasm with a few last sloppy thrusts.

His body collapsed on top of you, the weight almost comforting, and you wrapped your arms around him, pressing a kiss to his head. He moved his head to kiss you lazily, and you chuckled at how adorable he was being. He pressed a few kisses to your lips, eyes fluttering open soon after.

“Thank you...” He smiled sleepily, still coming down from the amazing high he’d experienced just then. “That was... Amazing...”

“Could say the same to you...” You smiled back, basking in the sweet after sex euphoria while you could. You whined slightly when he finally pulled out, suddenly feeling a bit empty.

Ethan disposed of the condom while you went to his bathroom to pee really quick. He sat back down on the bed and looked at his phone, seeing multiple messages from his roommate.

[chadmeister]: jesus christ

[chadmeister]: are u guys almost done

[chadmeister]: i’ve been here for like 20 minutes now you know

[chadmeister]: pretty sure the entire floor heard u two

[chadmeister]: at least u def won’t die a virgin now MY MANNN

tag list <3

@kometqh 

[reidmotif]

Double-Booked for the Night

Summary: Reader and Spencer have been double-booked by JJ for a night of babysitting. What happens when the situation brings out some buried feelings from both parties?

Prompt: JJ accidentally double booked a babysitter for Henry. You both end up staying, and after watching the kids all night, he can't help but want you.

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Category: Smut/Fluff

Content Warning: Spencer POV, coworkers to lovers, oral sex (f receiving), dirty talk, he picks her up, heavy making-out, unprotected sex, shades of breeding

Word Count: 7.7k

In my time at the BAU, I had grown accustomed to the many changes it had brought to my life. I’d been made part of a world where long hours, serial killers, and few hours of sleep were the standard, and despite what anyone had to say about it, I had yet to truly hate my job. There were times where I couldn’t fathom that this was my life, that I was being made to peer into the minds of prolific serial killers at any given day, and expected to come out fine after, but for every negative this job brought, there was always one overwhelming positive. 

My team.

 If you got me tipsy enough, though, I’d probably end up babbling about the girl I’d come to know in the years I’d been here. (Y/N). 

If you got me a little drunker, I’d probably end up whining about how in the aforementioned years I’d been here, we’d never made a move on each other, despite the obvious chemistry. Part of me just wanted to mitigate the tension that had been building for ages, pull her into some darkened hallway and  kiss her senseless. Unfortunately, I was aware of the consequences that would come from acting so rashly, and so for both our sakes, I held back.  

Thankfully, there were a thousand things to distract me from my crush on the agent, and one of those things was JJ’s adorable son. Apart from being his godfather, my known lack of  a relationship among the team caused me to become the resident babysitter for the Jareau-LaMontagne household.

 It was always wonderful to lend a helping hand to one of my closest friends at the BAU, and let her and her husband get out of the house once in a while, but it was even more of an added bonus that Henry was absolutely adorable, and had honestly stolen my heart. I’d make my way to JJ and Will’s house, opening the door to be greeted by the blonde boy, who was always equally as excited to see me. I’d grown fond of him, and genuinely looked forward to whatever time we’d end up spending together. 

Which is why, when I’d come around to JJ’s house on a Friday night at her request, it was a little staggering to not see a head of blonde hair running to cling to my legs, but rather the coworker that had been plaguing my thoughts everyday for nearly three years at that point. It took me a second to focus on the actual situation at hand, as I was momentarily stunned into silence over how she appeared before me. She looked so casual, her hair loosely strung about, with a big hoodie and yoga pants enveloping her figure. She looked cozy, and warm- a noticeable change from the professional work attire I’d become accustomed to seeing her in. It was nice. And it briefly stopped my brain for a second.  It took me about five seconds before I remembered where I was, meeting her confused expression with mine. 

“(Y/N)?” I started. “What are you doing here?” I watched her keep the door open, whilst I raised my own eyebrow. 

“Babysitting for Henry, what are you..?” She replied, knitting her brows a bit. 

“Babysitting for Henry.” I responded, a little incredulously. 

“But JJ asked me..?” She started, when I interrupted her.  

 “Will asked me.” I said, and she nodded knowingly, realizing what had happened. 

“They double booked us.” She said, with a chuckle. 

God, she was so beautiful when she laughed like that.  

“Yeah, they did, didn’t they?” I say, rubbing the back of my neck, a little self consciously with a stupid smile plastered on my face. 

I couldn’t help but watch the little crinkle that formed at the sides of her eyes as she smiled affectionately at my remark. She had this way of making my insides turn to goo with a simple look, and at this moment, that was exactly how I was feeling. The way my body reacted to her came about naturally, and it was almost impossible to keep under wraps, even in moments like this. She gave me an adorable grin, laughing with me about the absurdity of the situation. 

“I guess I’ll..  go then.” I say with a chuckle, looking down at her. “JJ and Will only need one babysitter, and you’re already here..” I reason, gesturing to her standing at the door. 

“Yeah, I.. suppose you’re right.” She says, giving me another one of her small smiles. 

“I’ll see you at work then?” I say, a little awkwardly. Her hands twitched as they approached the doorknob, and I could feel it again. The absolute strain that seemed to reside between us. The manner in which her gaze connected with mine.  The way she seemed to linger a little too close to me instead of the handle of the door. It was so obvious we were denying what we wanted from each other, and it felt so ridiculous. I could feel myself letting out a breath, stepping away before I did anything stupid, until I heard a barreling of little steps hurtling towards me. 

“Uncle Spencer!” Henry cried, pushing past (Y/N), who nearly toppled over as the boy sprang at my legs. I steadied myself by grabbing onto the frame on the door, my smile returning as I reached down to hug him. 

“Hey! Henry.” I say, ruffling the boy’s hair affectionately and bending down to meet his eye-level. “How are you doing?” 

“Auntie (Y/N) was about to put on a movie for us.” Henry says, smiling brightly and already attempting to tug me into the house. “Come watch!” 

“Aww, Henry.” I say, giving him a little frown. “I can’t, I’m sorry though.” I say, gently. “You should watch with Auntie (Y/N) though!” I say, smiling and looking up at her from my place on the floor. My gaze softened a bit as I noticed the unmistakable trace of blush on her cheeks, but my attention was quickly turned back to Henry, feeling another tug from him.  

“You don’t wanna watch with us?” He says, with the biggest puppy-dog eyes I’d ever seen. 

“Henry..” I start with an apologetic tone, about to explain that I really couldn’t impose, even if deep down,  I secretly wanted to, if not to spend time with him, but her. 

“You can stay, you know?” She interjects from above us, and I look up at her, displaying my confused smile. 

“Really?” I say, raising my eyebrows at her, as I stood back up to face her.  “You’d be okay with that?” I say, still keeping my eyes locked on hers. 

“I mean, I don’t think I’d not take up the offer of more help with him.” She says, chuckling a bit as she crossed her arms and leaned up against the door frame.

I looked at Henry once more, grinning. I asked him, “Would you be okay with that, buddy?” 

Henry nodded excitedly, already pulling me into the house with his little hands. “Auntie (Y/N) put on a movie for me.”  He continued adorably, a bounce in his step as he guided me to the couch. 

I smiled at Henry as he led me to the living room, some children’s movie I didn’t recognize playing on the screen. I could hear (Y/N) following us after closing the front door and as I sat down, she smiled at me again. 

“It’s actually kind of a miracle you showed up when you did.” She says to me, a light giggle escaping from her lips. “I had no idea how I was going to get dinner out  and watch him at the same time.” She explained, as Henry made his way next to me, getting comfortable. 

“Ah, you know.” I say, shrugging and laughing nonchalantly, opening my arms to allow Henry to lean against me. “Always happy to help. Especially if it involves this little guy.” I ruffled his hair and heard a little chuckle against me from the boy, as I kept my eyes on her, flashing her a soft smile.

Henry grinned at that, as he excitedly started talking about the movie that was playing, wildly gesticulating as he attempted to explain what I’d missed since I’d entered the room. I nodded, but out of the corner of my eye I saw (Y/N) enter the kitchen, presumably to prepare Henry’s dinner. I heard and saw her rustling about the kitchen in small flashes, and a small smile graced my face at the sight of her. It was silly, but I rarely got to see this side of her. She looked so calm and laid-back, and it was a welcomed change, one that brought a certain warmth to my chest just from the look of it. 

I watched her for a few more moments, before turning my full attention back to Henry. I listened to him, nodding like I totally understood everything he was saying, even if he was talking fifty words a minute and stumbling over his speech every step of the way. Regardless, I loved him. Loved spending time with him, and that was only made better when I saw (Y/N) approach us in the living room, plopping down next to Henry with a plate of lasagna. 

“Okay, I know Mommy doesn’t usually let you eat in front of the TV.. so this’ll be our secret, okay?” She said, a playful glint in her eye as she carefully handed the plate to Henry. “But you gotta promise me one thing.” 

Henry nodded excitedly. She spoke with mock seriousness to him, pursing her lips and nodding. “You gotta promise me you’re gonna finish everything off your plate, alright?” It wasn’t even a question, as Henry nodded, happily agreeing with her, and digging into the food she’d brought. She sat back, looking satisfied with herself.  I couldn’t help but smile to myself at the sight. She was always kind at work, and it wasn’t surprising that she was good with kids, but I never expected her to be this good. She fit into the role naturally, and it sent a feeling of endearment through me as I watched her speak to Henry. 

Henry ate quietly between the two of us as I watched the TV, but in actuality my mind was completely focused on her. The softness in her actions towards Henry, the tenderness in her eyes as she dealt with him. It was truly having an effect on me, and in a moment of weakness I allowed myself to get wrapped up in a fantasy involving her, me and a child of our own. It was insane! I’d never even kissed the girl before, but watching her like this made me desperately long for a situation in which we had a family together, a concept I had been yearning for privately, only exacerbated by the wonderful woman in front of me. 

It seemed I’d gotten a little too lost in my thoughts, because I felt Henry tugging at my shoulder, and I blinked, realizing he’d been trying to get my attention for a few seconds now.  “Uncle Spencer!” He whined, and I looked at him with a stir. 

“Ah, sorry Henry! Got really into the movie.” I say, feeling my cheeks heat up a bit as I ran my hands through my hair. “What’s up?” 

“Can you help me wash my hands?” He asked, in his little voice, and I laughed a little, nodding. 

(Y/N) took his plate from him, smiling at me and mouthing a ‘thanks’, which I returned with a smile of my own and thumbs-up, as I took Henry to the bathroom. I led him there, opening the door and watching from the door frame as he stood on the kiddie-stool, washing his hands for the full, recommended twenty seconds. I’d taught him well. When he finished, he wiped his hands on the hand towel and leapt off the stool, running past me. I rolled my eyes fondly, because as usual, Henry had left the bathroom light and door open. I closed both for him, walking to catch up with him, and before I’d even entered the living room, Henry was sitting on the couch, already back to watching the movie that played in front of him. 

I came near him, ruffling his hair. “You all good there, bud?” I asked, and Henry nodded absentmindedly, clearly focused on the TV instead of my words, and I chuckled affectionately at his total and complete disinterest in me, now that he could watch TV uninterrupted. 

“You okay if I go help out Auntie (Y/N) in the kitchen real quick? I’ll be right here.” I said, reassuringly, but Henry wasn’t even paying attention, so I smiled and walked towards the kitchen, beckoned by the sight of (Y/N) washing Henry’s dinner dish, her sleeves rolled up and her previously open hair now pinned back. 

I approached her and leaned against the counter, smiling a little dumbly as I watched her, until she looked up at me, sending me a confused grin. “What are you smiling about, Reid?” She asked, a playful lilt in her voice as she continued scrubbing away at the dishes. 

“Ah, nothing.” I responded, but she looked up, rolling her eyes with amusement. 

“You know we’re both profilers, right?” She shot back, raising an eyebrow and smirking at me. “I can tell when you’re not exactly being truthful.” She paused, before taking a second to properly look at me. “Come on, spit it out.” 

I took a breath, shrugging and turning my body to face her as she kept her gaze trained on me. “It’s really nothing, I just.. I guess I’m surprised by how good you are with kids.” I say, not trying to let on how much tonight had actually affected me in regards to my feelings about her. 

She raised her eyebrows, letting a giggle fall from her lips. “What, you think I’d suck with them or something?” She said, biting her lip a bit and I felt my heart turn a bit at that. Even though I was aware she was joking, I felt the overwhelming need to comfort her, to make my intentions more than clear. 

“No, no, (Y/N).” I say, shaking my head and chuckling. “I just meant- you’re so thoughtful at work, of course you’d be good with kids. It’s a no-brainer. But I don’t know, seeing it in front of me was just..” I took a breath, smiling. “This may be totally weird to say, but you’d make a great mom.” 

I watched her reaction, fearing I’d maybe crossed a line by saying so, but she smiled shyly, purposely keeping her eyes off me as she asked, “Yeah? You think so?” 

I kept my eyes on her, adoringly observing her as I nodded. “Yeah, no. I know so.” 

I watched her bite her lip as she kept her view away from mine, and even in the dim lighting of the kitchen, I saw a light blush fill her cheeks. She looked up at me, an innocently amused look on her face. 

“Thank you, Spencer. That means a lot.” She responds, starting to dry her hands with a dish towel off the side of the sink. As she reached forward, she shifted herself a bit closer to me and I watched as she rubbed off the water droplets on her skin with the fabric. I could physically hear her swallowing as our proximity to each other was brought closer, and I couldn’t help but watch her lips, slightly red and swollen from biting on them all night. It was a habit of hers I’d noticed since we began working, and tonight, it was driving me fucking crazy. I wondered what it’d feel like to have her lips against mine, to run my tongue over the plumpness of them. I imagined pinning her against the counter right here, kissing her until we both forgot our names and lost our breath in each other. I shakily exhaled at the thought, and at that moment, she looked up at me, and seemingly caught me in the act of staring, except she didn’t move away. We exchanged glances for a beat, and I was beginning to contemplate leaning in, repercussions be damned, but in a twisted turn of fate, we heard a little voice calling out to us in the other room. 

“Auntie (Y/N)! Uncle Spencer! The movie’s over!” He called out, starting to run into the kitchen with the remote. (Y/N) laughed nervously, moving away from me to pick up Henry in her arms. I stepped away just as fast,  going back to leaning on the counter as I watched her cradle the boy in her arms, and I could physically recognize the feeling of affection filling my body as my eyes were fixed on her. If she noticed, she pretended not to, turning her entire focus on the boy. 

“You know what that means, right, Henry?” (Y/N) asked, cooing a bit at the boy. “It’s time for bed, alright? Let’s get you upstairs.” 

“Can Uncle Spencer come too?” Henry asked, looking at me. The boy was clearly a little more tired now that it was later in the night, but he was quite clear in his demands. Henry then looked at (Y/N), his eyes big and wide. “Did you know Uncle Spencer can read me a whole story without the book?”

(Y/N) only laughed at that, looking between me and the boy. “Can he now? I guess he’s just going to have to join us for bedtime, right?” She looks at me, raising an eyebrow and I nod, beaming a little coyly. 

“Eidetic memory, remember?” I say, smirking at her. 

She makes an amused sound at that, nodding knowingly. “How could I forget?”

 She sighs softly, still supporting Henry in her arms. “Okay, let’s get you to sleep, bud.” She says, kissing the top of his head,, beginning to walk towards the stairs, looking back at me and motioning for me to follow. 

I smiled at the gesture, and again, I could sense my heart yearning for a future in which this was our life. It was ridiculous, and yet as the night progressed, my imagination only continued to go wild with the possibilities of a reality where we were each other’s. I continued to walk with her, until we reached Henry’s room, which she slowly turned the knob to. She walked in, keeping the door open for me as I trailed behind her, closing the door. She laid Henry down in the bed, looking at me. 

She ran her hands down her thighs, beaming gently at me through the low light of Henry’s bedroom. “I’ll.. um. I’ll leave you here with him?” She asked, keeping her voice low. I felt a moment of disappointment flash through me, secretly wishing she’d stay, for us to spend more time in this bubble we’d created for ourselves tonight. I know I wasn’t crazy, I know that she had to feel it too. But, at the risk of seeming clingy, I nodded, permitting her to leave the room. But a little voice protested, sitting straight up in his bed and tugging at her hand back to him. 

“No, no!” Henry whined. “I want Auntie (Y/N) and Uncle Spencer here.” 

I could hear her pause, before looking at me with a subtle, surrendering expression in her eyes. “Okay, okay, Henry.” She says, sitting down in his bed next to him.

 She smoothed over his hair, and Henry looked at me expectantly. I exchanged a quick, covert look with her, implicitly making sure she was okay with all this, and she nodded, even repositioning herself to allow me more space on the other side of Henry. I slid in, moving around until I found a more comfortable position. The three of us attempting to squish into the same, child-sized bed resulted in a slightly tight fit, but it was cozy, nonetheless. (Y/N) had adjusted to be slightly leaned on her side, her hands now lazily playing with Henry’s hair, brushing the hair away from his face. I observed her affectionately, sensing a familiar warmth suffuse me yet again, as I beheld the domesticity in front of me. She made eye contact with me, still keeping her fingers running through the strands of the boy’s hair, smirking softly at me. 

“You know.. I think someone promised us a bedtime story.” She murmured quietly, a touch of whimsy in her voice. 

I chuckled softly at that, breathing out a little harder out of my nose. “Okay, yeah. Right.” I took a breath, and tried to recall something to recite off the top of my head. I decided on a classic, Alice in Wonderland as I felt its longevity would allow Henry ample time to fall asleep. She seemed pleased with this too, relaxing into her position on her other side of Henry, watching me as I began. I started to speak, my tone low and soothing, and in about twenty or so minutes, I could hear the soft breathing of the boy slow down and I gazed upon him, but quickly realized that (Y/N)’s fingers had stilled in his hair too, and in a moment of realization, I became aware that not only was Henry asleep, but so was she. I allowed myself to stare at her sleeping figure, marveling at the way strands of her soft hair gently placed themselves around her face in a way that framed her delicate features perfectly. I swallowed, wishing more than anything that I could lean over, brush over the wisps and kiss her forehead, but I held back, opting to gently push her awake. 

“(Y/N).. hey.” I breathed out softly, keeping my voice to a low whisper so as to not wake Henry. “Come on, you don’t wanna fall asleep here.” I brought my hand to her shoulder, rubbing it softly to stir her awake and she did, blinking herself awake. She realized where she was and yawned, and let a soft giggle escape her lips. 

“Ah, I totally fell asleep, didn’t I?” She mused, keeping a hushed voice. 

“Yeah, you did.” I replied, watching as she woke up slowly, waiting for her to get up. 

“You’re good at that. Getting him to sleep, I mean.” She said in return, keeping her attention on me, never once diverting her eyes from mine. She paused, seeming to consider her next words carefully, before following with a gentle addition, “You’d make a great dad.” 

I tensed at the words, feeling my cheeks heat up from embarrassment and the sheer need to reach over and grab her by the shoulders, as if to alert her that, ‘Yes! I would! And I want that with you!’

Instead, I softly chuckled at her words, swallowing down my affection and nodding. “Yeah, I guess.”

She released a quiet breath, starting to move off the bed as slowly as she could. “We should get out of here. JJ and Will will be home soon, and we can go home.” She replied, in a faint voice. 

I nodded, already beginning to shuffle off the bed and joining her at the door. I watched her give Henry one last look, before opening the door. She held it ajar for me and I walked past her quietly, and as I did, she followed, closing the door with a gentle click, and releasing another exhale. 

“Thank god.” She said, smiling a little brighter now. We walked down the stairs, and she allowed her voice to raise as we got further and further away from Henry’s room. “It takes me forever to get him down. You’re like.. actual magic.” She continues, nudging my shoulder. 

I fidget with my fingers, feeling a little bashful. We approached the living room again, standing in the middle of the room as we continued talking. “Yeah, no. JJ and Will have been asking me to babysit since Henry was three. You learn a lot.” 

She gleamed at that, nodding. “Regardless of how you figured out how to do it, you were still a huge lifesaver tonight.” She remarked, adding to her statement in a soft voice. “Thanks.”

 Her eyes met with mine. I gave her a smile, making eye contact with her again. I’d always loved her eyes, they were always so big and expressive. They just contained so much emotion, and I’d grown to love watching her when she was happy, or excited, because those emotions were so clearly reflected on every part of her face. But right now, as I looked into her eyes, they expressed an emotion I’d become very accustomed to seeing tonight, and found myself precariously losing my will to deny.

Desire. 

And there it was again, that tenderness, that affection, and just the absolute craving to be with her, in every sense of the word. She bit her lip, and in an instant it was made clear to me that perhaps my sentiment to overlook the possible aftermath of giving into the desire that plagued us was shared, because she moved a little closer to me, her eyes moving from my eyes to my lips. I swallowed.

“Tonight was.. fun.” I murmur, eyeing her lips in a similar manner as she had.

She nodded, silent, before releasing a shaky exhale. “It was .. fun. Yeah.”  She responds, her voice barely above a whisper. 

We were barely speaking, and yet in that moment I felt entirely breathless in her presence. I wanted to say something, anything, but any thought of mine completely died, because as soon as I even attempted to open my mouth, she surged forward, planting her lips on mine. I was momentarily stunned. She kissed me once, then twice and then slowly pulled away.  I instantly missed the feeling and warmth of her mouth against mine, wanting nothing more than to pull her against me again. She, on the other hand, looked mortified, her lips parted and her complexion flushed.

“Oh god, Spencer.” She started, a little frantic. “I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me, and we can forget-” 

I finally gave into what I’d been yearning for the whole night, not even bothering to respond to her apologies as I pulled her back against me, bringing her face closer to mine in a heated, passionate kiss. I could feel her happily sigh into my mouth, and I took the opportunity to slip my tongue into her mouth, and she only responded more enthusiastically to that, her arms wrapping themselves around my neck. I took the opportunity to lean down, placing my hands on the back of her thighs, never once letting my lips leave hers. I heard her moan slightly into my mouth at that, and I couldn’t help the smirk that formed on my face. I’d wanted this for so long, and with the way she was reacting, I could tell the lust I felt was mirrored in her as well. 

I laid her on the couch, finally letting my lips leave hers to take a breath as I positioned myself above her and grinning wildly, She looked equally as excited, already trying to pull me back against her. 

“You have.. no idea.. how bad I’ve wanted this.” She murmured, in between breaths, attempting to kiss me yet again. 

Before I kissed her, I leaned down, letting my lips brush over the shell of her ear, lowly whispering, “I think I have a clue.”

 I heard another soft moan coming from her at my words, and I felt a wave of pride knowing I’d done that to her. She was the one under me, moaning for me like that, and it only spurred me on further. I promptly moved myself closer to kiss her again, letting both of my hands rest on either side of my face as I hovered above her, fully losing myself in the action. We continued at this, feeling our hunger for more grow. I began to let my hand trail down to her hips, slowly bringing my hand under her hoodie, feeling a shudder as my hand met her warm skin. It took nearly everything to not rip it off her, but in an unanticipated shift in circumstances, we heard the telltale noise of the front door knob moving from its locked position, signifying that JJ and Will had gotten home.

I lept off her, her body imitating my movements, instantly moving away from mine and I almost immediately yearned for her touch again, but I understood the dire situation we’d found ourselves in. She brushed over her hair, attempting to make herself look as normal as she possibly could. I took in her state, hair in disarray, her skin reddened and her lips swollen. I had a sneaking feeling that I most likely mirrored her disheveledness, and took a breath, silently begging that JJ and Will wouldn’t notice, and even if they did, they didn’t comment on it. We heard the footsteps of them approaching the living room, and (Y/N) stood up to greet them. 

“JJ, Will.” She said, smiling. “Henry’s all asleep and put down.” 

JJ smiled at her, hugging her gently. “Oh, thank you so much. Was he good?” She asked, laughing a bit. 

“An angel.” (Y/N) responded, smiling. 

As JJ’s eyes met mine, she raised an eyebrow. “Spencer, what are you doing here?” She asked, with a confused look, before Will spoke up behind us.

“I thought (Y/N) couldn’t babysit.. I called Spencer.” Will said, a little sheepishly. 

JJ looked at him, her jaw dropping a bit. “No, remember? I told you, (Y/N) wasn’t but then she could.” 

The two of them laughed a little apologetically as they realized their miscommunication, turning to face me and (Y/N). 

“We’re so sorry guys. We didn’t even realize..” JJ started, but (Y/N) interrupted her. 

“No, no. It’s okay! Spencer was a huge help.” She says, smiling at me. 

“Yeah.” I responded, nodding and affirming her statement in an attempt to alleviate any guilt JJ or Will might’ve felt about the situation (not trying to reveal how secretly pleased I was with it). “(Y/N) made the time go by faster than usual. Don’t even worry about it.” 

JJ sighed, smiling and nodding. “Thank you. It was nice to get out of the house tonight.”

“It was  no problem.” (Y/N) responds. I can tell she’s trying to play it cool, to end off the interaction before JJ looked at the two of us for a little too long and realized what had conspired in her and Will’s absence. “So.. uh. It’s late.” (Y/N) breathes out. “And I love your kid, JJ, but I’m ready for some well deserved sleep.” She said, with a little smile. 

JJ nodded, knowing the feeling all too well. “Yeah, get out of here.” She said, playfully waving a hand at (Y/N), then me. “You too, Spencer. I’m sure you’re tired too, even if you’re too polite to say so.” 

I rubbed my neck with my hand, chuckling softly. “Yeah, yeah.” I replied, trying to fake tiredness to match JJ’s expectations of what I’d be like after a night of watching her kid. However, I was probably the furthest thing from tired. My mind was racing with the possibilities of what had just occurred with (Y/N) just now, and how badly I wanted to do more. The sheer desperation I felt for her was absolutely ruining me, and honestly, I had very little willpower stopping me from just taking her hand and dragging her out of the house, and kissing her right outside on the porch. Thankfully, before that could happen, (Y/N) started walking towards the door and I followed behind her, attempting to look as normal as I could. 

“Goodnight!” She called out, opening the door. 

“Get home safe!” JJ responded, watching as we both left and closing the door behind us. I took a breath, turning towards her and exhaling. The night air was a lot colder than the warmth of the house, but even then I could feel how hot my body was becoming, absolutely begging for her once again.

“So..” I started. 

“So..” She responded, and then suddenly spoke up. “Do you need a ride home?” 

I blinked in response, understanding the implicit request in her words and biting my lip at it. “Yeah, I do.” I responded. 

“Great.” She responds with purpose, grabbing my hand with a need I’d never seen from her before. It thrilled the hell out of me to know she was just as eager as me, and longed for me with the same fervor. Her gaze was intense as she led me to her car, and in a split second, I decided I couldn’t wait an entire car ride to taste her again. I quickly pinned her against the war, and I could feel her let out a noise of surprise before I dove in for another kiss, taking delight in the way she pressed against me instantly, giving into the kiss. She demonstrated her enthusiasm, nearly moaning into my mouth and I laughed, shushing her in between kisses. 

“(Y/N)!” I said, whisper-yelling. “We’re right outside JJ and Will’s house. Someone’s gonna hear us.” 

She pulled back, breathing heavily and looking at me with a glint in her eye. “Well, will you hurry up then and just take me back to your place?” She retorted, playfully, diving in for one last kiss. 

I nodded. “Gladly.” I took the car keys from her, grinning wildly. 

“Hey! It’s my car!” She said, trying to grab the keys back, a hint of amusement in her tone. 

“I know a faster way back to my place. Wouldn’t you rather get there, than argue over who drives?” I say, feeling a surge of confidence as I cockily raised an eyebrow at her. 

She rolled her eyes, but I could sense the fondness in the expression as she basically ran to the passenger side, opening the door. “Drive fast. Please.” The desperation in her tone heightened my arousal and I wondered if it’d be possible to just give up and have sex in the backseat of her car, but I quickly let go of the thought. I’d wanted this for so long, and when I fucked her tonight, I was going to take my time. I was going to savor her, worship her for everything she was. 

It took ten, painstakingly long minutes for us to reach my apartment, and less than three to stumble to my apartment, all over each other like a pair of horny teenagers. It was like we were magnets, unable to get away from each other for even a second without thinking we couldn’t live without the other. I responded passionately to each and every one of her advances against me, kissing her fervently against the wall, up the stairs, before finally leading her to my bedroom. We fell into my bed in a tangle of limbs, and I breathed heavily over her. Ultimately, we found ourselves once again in the same position we’d been in on JJ and Will’s couch, with me on top of her. I looked down at her, finally taking a break from kissing her to cradle her face with my palm, still holding myself above her body. 

“Did you mean it?” She asked, softly, biting her lip. 

“What do you mean?” I respond, starting to move my lips gently down her neck, testing out different points of sensitivity. I wanted to kiss every inch of her bare skin, to feel her in every way. I could feel her body squirm and tense as I let my lips linger on a particular spot between her ear and neck, beginning to lightly suck there until I heard a quiet moan coming out from the girl in front of me. 

“The thing about me being a good mom.” She spoke, in between moans and happy sighs. “Or was that like, flirting? For sex?” 

I suddenly retracted my position from her neck, making her whine a bit but I quickly placed a hand under her chin, forcing her to look at me. 

“(Y/N), I cannot express how devastatingly real my feelings are for you. You’re- you’re perfect. And I wish I’d said it a long time before tonight, if I knew we could’ve done this much earlier.” I looked deep into her eyes, hoping my words and the intensity of my gaze could properly convey just how sincere I was about this, about her. 

Her lips parted, and she let out a soft exhale, and then allowed the corners of her mouth to turn upwards in a smile. I smiled down at her, once again recapturing her lips in a kiss, almost as if to seal the deal between us. She reciprocated, before pulling back. “I meant it.” She admitted softly. “I’ve always thought you’d be a good dad.” 

I could feel myself blushing at that, moving in for another kiss. I was enthralled by her, addicted to her taste and the way her lips moved over mine. I felt like I could do forever, but a slight mewl alerted me that she wanted a bit more than that.

“Spence, kissing is really, really nice. But if you don’t fuck-” 

I quickly understood, beginning to kiss the expanse down her neck, already moving my hands under her hoodie and grabbing at her breast, squeezing the soft and supple skin through her bra, eliciting the sweetest sounds from her that only served to embolden me. I slowly moved to remove the pieces of fabric between us, and as soon as she registered the shuffling of her hoodie, she eagerly reached out to begin undoing the buttons of my own shirt. She paused, letting me pull off the hoodie and I leaned back, admiring her, all laid out like this for me. I ran a finger against her jawline, and watched her shudder at the intimacy of the action. 

“You’re so beautiful.” I whisper, physically unable to take my eyes off her. I could tell it was affecting her, as she looked shy under my gaze, a light tinge of pink now dusting her cheeks as I spoke the words. 

“Thank you.” She says, in a similar tone to mine. She leans up to kiss me again, and her fingers are working my buttons. I let her, shrugging the shirt off and pressing my bare chest against her. She was just so soft, and warm, and I truly couldn’t get enough of her. I moved down, kissing the swell of her breasts and moving my fingers back to unclasp her bra, slipping it off her and immediately attaching my mouth to her nipples, moving my hand to rub at the other one. I watched her mouth drop open, her face contorting with pleasure, moaning out my name. I continued my ministrations for a moment, before beginning to kiss down her stomach. I could feel the tensing of the muscles, her happy sighs and light moans indicating to me I was doing a good job at pleasing her, and at that moment, it’s all I wanted. 

I began to slip down her sweatpants, reveling in the way she lifted up her hips, kicking off the clothing. I kissed near the hem of her underwear, teasing her by lightly tracing my finger near where a wet patch had formed against them. 

“You were so good today, you know that?” I murmur, letting my breath hit her clothed core. I pressed a chaste kiss against it. “So fucking good.” 

I hear a desperate moan from her, her hips jolting against my face, begging me for more. I nod, using my fingers to slide down the fabric, watching in fascination as her glistening folds were revealed to me, and in an almost primal way, I let my tongue dart out, licking a fat stripe against her. She immediately shuddered, nearly closing her thighs around me from the intense euphoria she was experiencing. I hooked my hands underneath them, holding her open and tasting the hot flesh against my tongue, enjoying the way she tasted against me. I had never felt such a burning need for anyone in my entire life, and I’m sure she could tell by the way, given the way I was absolutely devouring into her, my tongue continuing to move against her like a man starved, lapping up whatever I could. I wanted it all. I began to feel her thighs shake uncontrollably against me, and her moans reverberating around the room as her volume got louder. 

“Please-please! Spencer. Holy fuck. Please don’t stop, please don’t-” 

I let my tongue dart harshly against her clit, and her begging fell into a string of incoherent whimpers and praises for my mouth, making me chuckle slightly. It seemed to do her in, the vibration of my mouth causing her moans reaching a peak they hadn’t this entire night, and a tension leaving her body as she looked down at me with glazed eyes, breathing heavily. I drank her arousal, feeling the entirety of her arousal coating my lower chin. She moaned at the overstimulation, but I could only focus on how fucking good she tasted. 

I moved up against her, giving her another kiss, before I felt her moving, tugging me off her. 

“Something wrong?” I asked, knitting my brows and biting my lip. 

“I need you inside me. Now. Please.” She said, the intensity of her desperation going straight to my cock as I nodded quickly. 

“Okay, yeah.” I replied, quickly beginning to undo my own pants and pulling my cock out of the confines of my briefs. I gave it a few strong tugs, before moving above her again, rubbing the head of my arousal against her folds. She moaned at the feeling, before it died out into a silent scream as I moved inside of her with no warning. She screwed her eyes shut, before moaning out, “Fuck. You feel so good.” 

That was all the incentive I needed, beginning to buck wildly against her watching as we both lost ourselves in the pleasure we were giving to the other. As she whimpered, I moaned out at the feeling of how well she was taking me. I leaned down, whispering into her ear. “You’re so good.” I moaned, feeling a particularly strong clench against my cock. “I want you so badly. I wanna make you mine.” I groaned, barely getting the words out as she tensed against me, clearly nearing her second release of the night. 

I could feel the twitch of my member inside of her, feeling the arousal fill up in the pit of my belly, my breathing getting heavier and faster as we both reached our peaks. 

“Take me.” She moaned, desperate and needy. “I’m yours. Make me yours.” She said, nearly screaming out the words. 

My hips snapped harder against her, a primal growl coming out of me as I heard the words. “Is that right? You wanna be filled? You want my cum inside you, then?” 

“Yes, yes! Spencer, please- please! I need it!” At her last beg, I groaned, feeling myself expel inside of her, feeling myself come inside of her. A few moments later, her walls spasmed against me, soft whimpers and moans leaving her lips as she convulsed against my cock. I thrust lazily, working both of us through our orgasms, before gently rolling off her, and kissing her forehead, then her cheek.

“You’re so amazing.” I whisper to her, as she gives me a dazed smile, clearly fucked out but elated. A thin sheen of sweat covered her, and it only served to make her look even more radiant in the light of my bedroom. 

“You too, doc.” She said, a teasing quality in her voice, as she shifted herself closer to me. I opened my arms up to her, letting her lay her head on my chest, and I could feel her breathing relax and slow down as she settled against me, closing her eyes. 

“Goodnight.” I murmur, kissing the top of her head one final time. I began to close my eyes, ready to fall asleep like this, before I heard her voice again, soft and light. 

“Spence?” She mumbled, half-asleep as her lips brushed the bare skin of my chest. 

“Mm?” 

“I really like you.” 

I laughed at that, feeling a bloom of absolute adoration fill my chest. “I really like you too.” I sighed, closing my eyes once more. “Sleep.” 

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing, groaning as I realized it was JJ. (Y/N) was still asleep in my arms, and I shifted our positions slightly, careful not to wake her. I answered the phone in a low tone. “JJ? What’s up?” 

JJ’s voice came frantic from the other line. “Spencer?! Spencer. Oh my god. Did (Y/N) get home last night? I’m here at her apartment, and I don’t see her car in the parking space and-” 

I internally groaned, realizing I was going to need to explain her whereabouts without revealing what we had done. “Erm. JJ. Don’t worry.” I responded, trying to seem nonchalant, keeping my voice down. “I’m sure she’s fine.” 

“Don’t worry?! Spencer, where the fuck is she?! Did you see her go home or-” 

I interrupted her, sighing discerning that JJ wasn't going to take a vague answer right now. “She’s with me, okay! It’s okay. She’s with me.” 

There was a beat, and then I heard the smile in her voice. “She’s with you?” 

I rubbed my forehead, letting out a low groan. “She is.” 

JJ’s voice, now growing excited erupted in a fit of giggles and laughs. “Oh god, I owe Will twenty bucks now. I knew it would happen eventually, but I never assumed all it would take would be one night spent together!” 

It was my turn to be confused, knitting my brows. “Sorry, what?” 

JJ responded simply, her coyness over the phone giving away everything. “Let’s just say we knew we were double-booking last night.” 

hello again! thank you so much for reading. as usual, likes, reblogs, feedback are all appreciated. i cannot say thank you enough. <3 p.s . thanks for everyone's help on the poll!! i hope this satisfied everyone's want for a long smut fic, haha:3

[novalpha]

𝘑𝘰𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘢 𝐹𝑖𝑐 𝑅𝑒𝑐𝑠

♡ Fluff || ୨୧ Angst || ★ Smut || ꗃ SMAU || ⌗ Series || ✿ Drabble || ♤ Mature (No smut) || ✹ Humor

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Virgin killer ♡★ -> @wonusite Part 2

Synopsis: You can’t stand the clear line the cute nerd in your calculus class always draws between you two. However, you’re determined to show him that there’s a fine line between love and hate. And if you happen to get him to cross that line, even better.

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Anonymously Yours ♡୨୧✹ -> @joonsytip

Synopsis: After an accidental text message turns into a digital friendship, you and Joshua start crushing on each other without realizing you both see each other frequently in real life. Notable Mention: You both hate each other's guts....

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Pretty when you cry ★ -> @cheolhub

summary. joshua just loves how pretty you look when you’re in tears.

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Say it back ♡ -> @diamondyjh

Synopsis: A tipsy Joshua is a clingy Joshua.

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Vanilla ★♡ -> @milfgyuu

Summary: Joshua has a secret but perhaps it’s not really a secret at all. Maybe you’ve just refused to see it in an effort to keep your feelings at bay.

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Wildest dreams ♡✹ -> @viastro

synopsis: it’s your last year of school forever, and you’re about to meet the most horrifying chapter of life: the real world. now worrying about your life’s lack of spontaneity, you decide to get married to your best friend in vegas for 24 hours.

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Beautiful day Sunday morning ★♡ -> @sluttywoozi

Summary: Joshua’s tried everything, but he just can’t stop being in love with his best friend

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Steamy ★ -> @duhnova

next door neighbor!joshua - unfortunately in the middle of your shower your hot water breaks so you have to go next door and ask your unnaturally hot neighbor if you can use his

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Domino ♡✹★ -> @universecorp

Summary: After a one night stand on your birthday, you never expected to meet the stranger again. You also never expected him to enter your life permanently.

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Under the rose ♡★ -> @just-come-baek

Summary: You’ve known Joshua your entire life, and it has always irked you when he got praised for the same things you were scolded for. You hate these societal double standards thrown upon you almost as much as people who judge you for it. Thankfully, you have Joshua, who just gets you.

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Late to the party ★ -> @sluttywoozi Part 2 , Sundress Szn

Summary: You try to convince Joshua to go to Cheol's birthday party. Joshua tries to convince you to have a party for two | husband!joshua, husband joshua is horny and in love with you

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Your gentleman ★ -> @wonwussy

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Leaning on the everlasting arms ♡୨୧★ -> @onlyhuis

synopsis | as kids growing up in the same church, you and joshua were inseperable, until you got to an age where it was considered immoral for girls and boys to be friends. when you find him again just before graduation, he's different than you remember; but so are you.

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Best friend's brother ♡୨୧★ -> @chocosvt

synopsis: joshua happens to be your best friend's older brother. he's pretty, and he's got a lot of cool details about him that you pay a concerning amount of attention to, but he’s just a friend (if you could even call it that). still, what does he think of you, anyway? that is—if he thinks of you.

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ To you ♡୨୧★ -> @onlymingyus

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Fine line ♡୨୧★ -> @heartkyeom

synopsis: as a joshua fangirl, getting the chance to interview him as a teenager was an absolute dream. 10 years later with a flourishing career as a writer and a strained relationship with him, he wants to do a 10 year reunion interview about his path to the upcoming Olympics. there’s only one problem: you’re staying at his house and trying not to address your old feelings for him.

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Untitled ♡୨୧ -> @gyu-effect

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Paint by numbers ♡୨୧ -> @chocosvt

synopsis: somebody new just moved into the upstairs apartment. they’re loud, irritatingly sweet, and unfortunately, very pretty. but you’re not looking for a new relationship, even if it comes in the form of joshua hong. 

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Golden Hour ♡ -> @dkfile

summer ends in less than a month, leaving you with a limited amount of time to build up the courage to profess your undying love for your best friend before he leaves again for college. alternatively the summer of pining, featuring a group of annoyed bystanders.

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Cranberry concoctions ♡୨୧★ -> @onlyhuis

synopsis | you came to the infamous diamond glass looking for a good cocktail. instead, you found love in a hot bartender who also makes the best cosmos you’ve ever had.

[ More joshua recs will be updated ]

Want more Seventeen fic recs? -> Click here

[xob1tchs]

going quietly - ethan landry (teaser)

a/n; lol im actually delusional, and have the hugest most embarrassing, gut wrenching, ugly cry worthy, crush on jack champion!

pairing; e2l ethanxfem!reader

warnings; smut (none in teaser) bickering, mentions of death, stabbing, killing, blood mentioned, nongf!ethan 😻

taglist; full fic.

Big round puppy dog eyes are staring down at you, a sense of faux innocence masking the curly headed boy you swear you hate right now. You can’t stand him, really. In all his good boy, golden retriever, dork glory. You don’t believe it for a second.

So why do you have this feeling in your stomach, a warm heat that sparks when he’s this close. When you can smell the cologne on him, and the musky sweat from running all over New York. The dark bags forming beneath his shiny eyes that make him look almost dead, the purple and red bruise on his cheek bone, the dark blue long sleeve that’s far too form fitting. Why do you stare at his biceps, watching the way his long thick fingers run down the side of his pretty face.

He could be a murderer. He could be plotting to kill you at this very moment. Maybe he looks at you that way because he wants to make it hurt. Why do you want him to make it hurt? Why does the thought of him behind a mask you’ve come to hate have heat pooling between your legs? Maybe the lack of sleep, and the inability to escape this killer has finally gotten to your head. Maybe you’re actually going insane.

“Hey! Are you listening?” Sam draws you out of your thoughts. Your eyes land on her, suddenly a pounding in your head, and a pain from your side that has you grimacing. You mutter a ‘what?’ pressing your palm into the stab wound, blood seeping from your side, through the material of your black tank top, running down the cracks of your fingers down your wrist.

She frowns at you, eyes looking at Ethan before they land on you again, as if she’s already regretting what she’s about to say “Ethan should take you to the hospital- you’ll bleed out” she does regret it. Knows that if Ethan is the killer that he’ll leave you to die in alley somewhere, but if he isn’t and he doesn’t take you to the hospital, you could die after getting away a third time. Knows you’d haunt her if she let that happen.

You glare up at Ethan through your lashes, can feel the tears gathering at your lash line, but reach up to grab his shoulder anyway “if you kill me and survive, I’ll haunt you for the remainder of your sad life Jack ass” you threaten, and he hums, slipping his arm round your waist, placing his hand just above yours.

You limp down from the apartment, loosing strength by the minute, forced to lean more into Ethan as he tried for a cab. When one finally pulls to the side you slide in, ethan sliding in a little too close next to you.

“When I save your life, I better get the greatest thanks known to mankind” he mumbles, lifting your shirt a little to asses the damage, “I hope that hurts” he tacks on, whispering it bitterly into your ear.

[burning-omen]

Kinktober day 11: Soulmates + Klaus Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves x male!reader

Kinktober 2023 List | day 1 | day 12

Summary: Becoming obsessed with your soulmate was a very common event.

Warning: smut, kinda vanilla and cute, Klaus passes out a little. Not proof read.

Words: 1.7 k

You and Klaus met early on, earlier than most soulmates did. At the ripe age of twelve, about two years after the timer appeared on your wrist. It was odd, your parents figured that you'd meet in a couple of years and live long, happy lives together. They were only half right.

You met at a party neither of you had any business being at. You were far too young and with the amount of people in the house a crowd crush was inevitable. Still, you convinced yourself you were having fun- this is what you snuck out for after all and continued to ride the constantly moving wave of the crowd.

Klaus was only a year older than you, not at all bigger than you had been at the time. The two of you had been pushed together by the crowd, your back slamming against his as you'd both been pushed simultaneously. Then, the timer on both your wrist and his hit zero, whipping around, only to see him standing there, just as young and nervous as you were, stunned in silence.

He said something- you couldn't hear it over the impossibly loud music- then he was swept away by the crowd.

You didn't see him at the party again, or anywhere else after- your parents were beyond disappointed.

For years your family looked for him, but you had practically no information to go on, no name and a barely-there description. You've met dozens of black-haired, green-eyed boys, but not a single one was yours. You gave up a long time before they did. Stopped attending the meet ups they would set up, stopped getting on flights all over the country, stopped making a fuss about finding a boy who was simply just gone.

Nearly two decades after you first met the boy, you met him again, now a man in his thirties, on his way to a hookup of all things.

Your apartment's elevator was pretty big, you were thankful for that when you first moved in, but now, as more and more people loaded in, you were starting to hate the space, or lack thereof. The elevator was so full that if you even thought about moving you were touching another person. Luckily you lived on the top floor and wouldn't have to squeeze past several people in the elevator in order to get off, most got out on the second or third floor, a couple more left on the fourth, and only one left on the fifth, now, it was only you and one other person in the elevator. You paid him no mind, your neighbors had people coming and going at all times, he wasn’t the first and most likely wouldn't be the last.

“Hey, quick question?” he said suddenly. “Is the guy in 522 a serial killer?”

You blinked, looking over at the man, “I don't think so, everybody that goes into his apartment comes out as far as I can tell.”

Ha laughed, still looking down at the ground, “Thank fuck, you'd be surprised how many- oh..”

You looked at him again, to see what made him stop, only to find him staring at you, big sunglasses covered his eyes but there was no doubt that he was looking at you.

“Are you..okay?”

He said nothing, his mouth hanging open as he stared.

The elevator beeped and slid open what felt like forever, you left the man to his own devices inside the elevator. About halfway to your apartment you heard the elevator ding again, then rapid footsteps heading straight toward you. You couldn't even start running before you were tackled to the ground by the man, a massive smile on his face.

“Do you know how hard you were to find? I've been looking for your ass for years!”

You stared up at the man, finally, with his glasses pushed up into his hair, bright green eyes staring deeply into yours, did you finally piece together who he was.

“…holy shit.”

“‘Holy shit’ is right! Where the fuck have you been?”

“Me?” you sat up, the man fully seated in your lap, and despite not knowing him, it didn't feel odd at all, must be a soulmate thing. “I looked for you for years! You're the one who just dropped off the face of the Earth!”

“Fuck off, I was in Canada!”

“So was I! Canada is fucking huge!”

He glared at you for a long moment before another smile broke out on his face.

“You’re going to be so much fun.” He smiled before leaning down and kissing you.

You rested your hands on his lower back, his body was so warm, so comforting as he pressed his lips against yours, again and again and again.

And that was fine, even when tears started streaming down his face everything was fine, soulmates kissed and cried and laughed in public all the time, it wasn't a new sight to anybody. The sixth flood was mostly deserted anyways.

It wasn't until he ground his crotch against your did the problems started. He was beautiful, undeniably so. And in this moment- and every moment forward- he was everything to you. And you wanted to give him everything. So when he pressed himself against you, looking at you through his thick eyelashes, bright eyes looking into yours, you had no choice but to oblige. Holding his hips you pulled him down against you, rolling your hips against his.

His body stiffened for a moment before he relaxed. Little pants escaping the man, letting him do as little work as possible, moving his hip with your hands.

“As much as I love the idea of letting you fuck me outside, we should really head inside.”

He didn’t have to say anything else before you picked him up, scaring the crap out of him, and walked over to your apartment with him in your arms. He laughed as you unlocked the door, gasped when his back his the nearest flat surface.

You were impatient, you know, but he was your soulmate. And sure, you had the rest of forever to savor that, you wanted him to know here and now that he is yours and that’s never going to change.

Klaus was surprisingly skilled at getting out of his clothes, a skill he’d picked up over the years.

“You’re trying to kill me, aren't you?” you muttered, watching him somehow take his underwear off while you were still holding him against the wall.

He laughed, “something like that.”

You kissed- and bit- every bit of his exposed skin. He moaned and giggled, keeping his arms around you, surprisingly strong. You could tell everytime you found a little sensitive spot as his nails would dig into your back, warm yet painful scratches already covering your back.

You wasted as little time as you could, prodding at his mouth with two fingers, watching him stick his tongue out and pick them so gently, running his tongue around every individual finger before taking them into his mouth. It was a hypnotizing sight. You could still feel his tongue lapping against your fingers until they were nice and wet. You pulled away, he held a satisfied grin on his face.

“Stay still..” you said, looking him in the eye before slowly pushing your fingers into his tight hole. He whined and moaned and rocked his hips hard against your fingers, mouth falling open and those pretty eyes flittering shut. His body relaxed after a moment, you pressed in farther, then pulled out, then pressed back in. Over and over again, watching him loose his already slipping composure. You didn't stop, even when you felt he was loose enough you didn't stop, even he whined and whimpered about being so close to cumming. Pressing your fingers hard against him, you watched as his mouth flew open as cum spurted out of his untouched cock and all over your chest.

Once he called down a bit, he offered to stop and help you clean yourself up, but you weren’t ready to stop, and honestly neither was he. Pinning him back up against the wall, using your body to keep his legs spread wide.

Desperately, you pressed into his hole, wet and slick enough for you to slid right in. He only whimpered, shouting when you pulled out and slammed right back in.

He became illegible in a matter of second, a mouth so smart turned to a mess in moments. Resting against your shoulder, letting you hear every one of his noises up close. He wasn’t quiet either, you figured you’d be getting some angry letters from your neighbors soon, more than likely the guy in 522. You weren’t jealous, obviously not, because you were fucking him and 522 wasn’t but you could admit that you thrusted a little harder than before when you thought about it. Be it possessive instinct from your soul bond or something else it didn’t matter.

He apparently had the longevity of a guvking God, round after round after round, he never complained, only begged for more and more. Even after he'd covered your chest in cum over five times and after you'd filled his ass at least three times, he didn't stop, and neither did you, you couldn't, it was like your body and all of its energy were replenished each and every time he moaned about how close he was, or clawed at your back and hair.

Things didn't slow down until, suddenly, he's body seemed to give out. Completely lax against your, you stated down at him, face pressed into your chest, humming delightedly.

“Are you...?”

He nodded, a goofy smile on his face.

“Yeah, I think I pushed myself a little too far.”

You've never pulled out fast.

“Ah shit, are you sure you're okay, do you need anything?”

Stringing his arms around your neck and his legs around your waist.

“Hhm, a good nap. Food?”

“Of course,” you said, walking to your bedroom with him still in your arms. Leaving behind a pile of clothes as you entered your room, laying him on the bed as gently as you could.

He was asleep before you ever got to the bed. You cleaned him up with a warm towel and found him some clothes that fit him. Putting them on as gently as you could, it wasn't too hard, he apparently slept like a brick.

After cleaning up yourself, you got into bed next to him, so tired but unable to look away. Your soulmate, right here after all these years. As your eyelids became heavy, you made mental note to ask him his name tomorrow.

[duchess7878]

If you do smut I would go absolutely feral for a continuation of your recent x reader story after Johnny chains the reader up 🌚

Part 2/2

I hope you enjoy! :)

Warnings: SMUT, choking, degradation, blood, injury

I could only stare as Johnny began to take off his shirt and unbuckle his belt. Johnny was extremely unpredictable and now he’s angry to go with it. The fear was building and prominent on my features and he’s absolutely relishing it, but despite the fear, I can’t seem to get enough.

“I know you can’t resist me darlin’, no matter how much you fight me.” He grinned, crawling on top of me and immediately diving for my neck, biting hard enough to break the skin and he immediately began sucking on the wound and drinking my blood. He was right. I couldn’t help but moan as he ravished my neck and I arched my back, my front pressing up into him. His arm immediately wrapped around my waist and pressed me harder to him as he began grinding into my hip, his hard erection rubbing against me. I began to feel a slickness between my legs and felt it dripping down and onto the bed.

“Now why did you go and try to leave me when you clearly need me sweetheart?” He asked, bringing his hand up to my throat and squeezing, cutting of the air supply. My eyes closed from the sudden pressure and I felt him begin to viciously tap my cheek.

“Eyes on me now.” He growled.

“Johnny…please..” I choked out. I moved my arms to try and lessen his grip on my throat but was quickly reminded of the heavy chains on them. My legs began to kick due to the lack of oxygen I was getting.

“Will you behave for daddy?” He asked mockingly, squeezing even harder. I nodded quickly, scared of my throat being crushed. He removed his hand and I immediately started coughing and gasping for air but Johnny didn’t like me coughing on him so he raised him hand and slapped me across the face.

“One more of those and you’ll regret it. Now, why don’t you answer me doll? Why did you leave when you so clearly need me?” He threatened, shoving his hands down my pants and cupping my pussy and shoving his middle and ring finger into me. The wetness helping him glide right in.

“I’m scared of you.” I whimpered wiggling my hips and loving the feeling of his fingers in me.

“It doesn’t seem to show sweetheart, with you writhing like a little whore under me.” He chuckled beginning to pump his fingers in and out-the wet and lewd sounds making me want him more. I moaned as his fingers went at a steady pace and slightly curling every time they were fully inside. Knowing he wanted an explanation, I tried to piece together a sentence.

“This isn’t…right,” I groaned as he picked up the pace, his brows furrowing in anger and confusion at me. “I shouldn’t…give into you…you’re a killer.” I gasped out as he pulled his fingers from me and up to his lips. He began to suck on his fingers, licking them clean before grabbing my jaw and making me look at him.

“I know you don’t really care about that doll. You don’t have to say it because your body is telling me all I need to know. You don’t care that I’m a killer, you just want me to fuck your brains out.” He grinned, leaning down to kiss me harshly and press his tongue past my lips. Our tongues danced for a moment before he ripped himself away, a string of saliva connecting us until he pulled enough away.

“So why don’t we get to it darlin’?” He said, grabbing the hem of my pants and pulling them down my legs aggressively. He grabbed my underwear with both hands and ripped them in two, pulling them out from under me. Since my hands were chained above my head, my shirt wasn’t coming off by regular means so he ripped that off too but instead of throwing my ripped clothes somewhere, he kept them to the side.

“Let’s hold onto these hm?” He inquired a sly smirk growing on his face as he chuckled.

I blushed as I was now completely bare under him and unable to cover myself due to the chains. He chuckled again at my shyness as he always thought it was cute for me to be shy around him still-he’s fucked me like an animal more times than he can count, yet I still grow bashful every moment. He picked my legs up slightly to slide his shoulders underneath them, bringing his mouth close to my center. He licked up a long, slow stripe up my entire pussy, flattening his tongue to cover every centimeter. He kept licking over and over like that as though he were a dog lapping up water. With each lick I thrashed and pulled against the chains, overwhelmed by the pleasure.

“You’re so wet for me baby. Don’t you dare ever leave me again.” He growled, biting lightly on my clit and making me jump. I bumped his head when I jumped and he immediately slapped the side of my thigh telling me to stop without a word. He began to suck lightly on my clit and kissing it lightly. The string of moans and whimpers from my throat were nonstop to the point I had to make sure I was breathing properly.

“Damn darlin’ you’re so fucking gorgeous. I don’t think I can’t wait a second longer to be inside you.” He said sitting up and gripping himself in his fist before slowly pushing himself inside, groaning heavily as first contact was made. My legs still being on his shoulders created the perfect angle and he hit the sweet spot the moment he bottomed out.

“Fuck yes Johnny, right there.” I moaned out loud and he immediately started thrusting at a fast and rough pace, a grunt leaving his lips with every one of them. His cock felt so good, the slight curve rubbing the walls just right and making the coil tighten even faster in my belly. The thrusting was relentless and harsh, like he couldn’t get enough. He moved my legs off his shoulder and wrapped them around his waist so he could bend down and be eye to eye with me.

“Tell me you’ll never leave again or you don’t get to come baby girl.” He said and immediately stopped his motions. I whined out loud and involuntarily moved my hips to create friction again. He slowly pulled out so I wouldn’t be able to do that anymore and he moved his head down to my right breast, dragging his tongue over it before sucking and nibbling lightly on the nipple.

“Come on baby. I know you want it.” He teased, moving to the other nipple as he lightly grinds his hips into me.

“I’ll never leave Johnny. Please, please let me cum. I need it so bad, I need you.” I begged, the sexual frustration causing tears to roll down my cheeks.

“That’s it, cry for me.” He growled as he shoved himself back in me thrusting without mercy. I moaned out loud as the coil broke and I came all over his cock and I could feel the wetness dripping off of me.

“Yeah! Cum on my cock baby! Oh fuck you feel so good.” He grunted as the last few thrusts made him unload deep in me and he slowly pulled himself out.

I panted heavily, my chest falling and rising with each breath. Basking in the afterglow, he laid down next to me and pulled me into his arms, my head laying on his chest. I drew circles on his chest-played with the small patch of hair he has and rubbed up and down his arms. I just can’t get enough of this man. I signed in content as began to close my eyes as I relaxed into him.

“Oh we ain’t done yet sweet pea. Daddy just needs a moment between rounds.” He said, getting up and using the ripped up clothes from earlier to wipe his forehead of sweat.

“Now, why don’t we continue this punishment?” He asked, tying the shredded shirt around my eyes and behind my head.

“I’m going to tear you up.” He growled as I felt him climb onto me again.

Here’s part one if you’re interested :D

[camaro-and-smokes]

Pretty (wo)man

Chapter 1: The blonde

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Rape/Non-Con Category: M/M Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Relationship: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington Characters: Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Supernatural (Stranger Things), Prostitution, Sex Work, Sex Worker Billy Hargrove, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Steve Harrington Has a Crush on Billy Hargrove, Smut, Anal Fingering, Prostate Milking, Genderfluid Billy Hargrove, Crossdressing, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, First Meetings, First Time, Harringrove, Billy Hargrove needs a hug. See all updated tags for all chapters on AO3. Moodboard by the wonderful @a-redharlequin

Notes: This is my 7th entry to @harringroveson-bingo 2022-2023, card 1, B3: prostate milking.

General warning: This work as a whole includes themes related to and mentions of prostitution, sex work, and sexual abuse. I will add tags with every new chapter and notes when anything particularly nasty is being depicted, but if this kind of content isn't your cup of tea to begin with, please move on. Consider yourself warned. Please, proceed.

Chapters: [CH 1] [CH 2] [CH 3] [CH 4] [CH 5] [CH 6] [CH 7] [CH 8] [CH 9] [CH 10] [CH 11] [CH 12] / 12

Read on AO3 >>

Summary: This was the first night Steve had dared to actually stop by the red light district at all. He'd driven by maybe ten times the past week and spotted the blonde in the corner four times. He knew that he would actually have to talk to him at some point. But even the thought of being close to him always made him so anxious that he just couldn't stop the car. But as the vision of having the blonde in his bed haunted his mind stubbornly, he had decided that tonight would be the night when it would happen.

::::::::::

Blonde. Blonde, blonde, blonde. It was always the blonde who lured himself into Steve's thoughts whenever he had a moment to himself. Ever since he had driven to the red light district and by the line of working girls for the first time, just to browse.

The blonde had been leaning to the brick wall that was filled with tags, smoking. She had the right amount of muscle in all the right places, and it had felt a bit odd for Steve that a woman with that built was there, because she would've probably made a killer fitness competitor.

The blonde had been wearing a red see-through gown with just a bra and panties underneath, and Steve had been admiring the look and after a while spent a moment putting two and two together with the blonde's flatter than normal chest and lack of curves on her waist. When it had clicked, the black pumps with at least four inch heels that had finished the blonde's look, had made his head spin.

This particular working girl wasn't a girl at all.

-oOo-

Billy stepped out of the john's car, spat out the sperm from his mouth, and walked back to his usual spot in the corner. He lit a smoke to get the disgusting taste of smegma off his mouth and dug his phone from his bag to fix his make-up.

The night had been a disaster, just two blowjobs the whole night. He was getting antsy about not being able to collect the missing six hundred for last month's rent he'd promised to pay in full tomorrow. This month's rent was about to be late again, but he couldn't ask for extension for it unless he had at least one month's full rent to pay. So the six hundred was the goal, and he was still missing four.

If he didn't come up with the money he would have to start looking for a couch to bunk until he managed to put together yet another pre-payment for another shitty apartment somewhere out of town. It looked a lot like the later would come to be if the night didn't improve and fast.

He was leaning to the cold brick wall of the industrial building, now fixing the lipstick that had gotten smudged with the latest blowjob when Cassie, an older prostitute who was kinda mother hen to all of the girls - and non-girls - working at the red light district, walked to him. "Hey Sweetie, I think the big Audi on the empty lot is there for you." Billy, who went by the name Sweetie in this job, turned his head to look at the car running idly a block away, exhaust gases painted red and blue in the rhythm of the strip joint sign on the wall of the building behind the lot. "Why do you think that?" he asked frowning. "He's been there for a few hours and he refused all the girls who checked on him. So, it must be you he's looking for." "Yeah, that's never at all concerning," he snorted. "You said you were short on rent and the night is coming to an end. Your choice." "Yeah, you're right,” Billy sighed. “Thanks. Oh, and good luck with your exams tomorrow!" Cassie started to walk away. "Thanks, I'm gonna need it."

Billy checked once more the make-up he had managed to salvage, put his phone in his bag, and started to walk towards the big car.

-oOo-

Steve had to take a deep breath and swallow when the blonde started to walk towards his car. He was wearing high heels, fishnets that reached his mid-thighs, a sinfully short cheerleader skirt that barely hid anything between his legs – Steve was almost sure that he wasn't wearing anything underneath it – and a cropped top in matching color that left his well toned abs and Adonis belt visible.

This was the first night Steve had dared to actually stop by the red light district at all. He'd driven by maybe ten times the past week and spotted the blonde in the corner four times. He knew that he would actually have to talk to him at some point. But even the thought of being close to him always made him so anxious that he just couldn't stop the car. But as the vision of having the blonde in his bed haunted his mind stubbornly, he had decided that tonight would be the night when it would happen.

He would drive in front of the blonde, get him in his car in less that a minute and then have his way with him.

Except that he wasn't brave like that when he wanted something this bad. Every time he had gotten out of the car he'd gotten such a bad anxiety attack that he'd had to return to the car. And he hadn't been able to tell any of the girls who had checked on him that he was looking for the blonde because he had barely been able to speak at all. So the night had just dragged on and on, and now it was already early morning hours – and he still couldn't get out of the car.

The blonde leaned into the car's window and Steve pushed the button on the door to roll it down. The blonde smiled. "Hey, you're looking for some fun, honey?" "Uh...I'm... I don't really do this, you know...I guess?" Steve managed to mumble. "Honey, you have to speak up. I can't hear you." Steve cleared his throat. His palms were sweating and he rubbed them together. He was sure the blonde could see his awkwardness a mile away. "Uh, yes, yeah-um, I'm, uh, looking for some fun." The blonde looked at him pursing his lips. "You're new to this?" "Uh-huh," Steve managed to stutter. "I-uh...I wanted to see you." A smile tucked the corner of the blonde's perfect lips, and it made Steve's breathing even shallower than it already was. "Well, you've seen me now. Wanna get closer? Maybe touch?" Steve swallowed. "Uh...yeah." "Hundred for a blowjob. Add one and a half to that for a fuck as a top or a bottom, either one works." "What about...just for a chat?" The blonde looked at him curiously. "Everything else is three hundred per hour, but I do nothing that involves cuffing or BDSM. Payment beforehand." "What if...uh, the whole night?" The blonde looked at him for a while chewing his lip. "Since you're a newbie and I happen to be missing rent that's due tomorrow..." "How much do you owe?" Steve blurted, maybe a bit too eagerly. The blonde looked away and took a deep breath. "You don't have that kind of money in cash, love." "Well, I don't know unless you tell me. Just tell me how much you owe and I'll pay that. For the night. Beforehand." The blonde looked back at him. "Two and a half thousand." Dammit. "Yeah, you're right, I don't have it on me. But, BUT! Wait! I have a thousand." Steve fumbled to get his wallet out of his jacket pocket, dug the money out and showed it to the blonde. "I have the rest at home, in a safe. Will you come for the thousand? I swear I pay the rest when we get to my place. You don't even have to come in until you have the money in your hand. I promise. A thousand just for the ride. Nothing else. Please?"

The blonde smiled sweetly and Steve's heart missed a beat. "It's ok, hun. It's so late that a thousand covers for the rest of the night anyway." The blonde opened the door and sat down on the passenger seat, and turned to look at Steve. Now that Steve saw him in a better lighting he forgot to breath for a moment. The blonde was even more stunning than he had thought.

-oOo-

Billy smiled at the brunet who squeezed the hundred dollar bills in his hand as if his life depended on them. ”I'm sorry, they're probably a bit sweaty,” the brunet said, embarrassed, as he handed the money to Billy. Billy took the bills, counted them and tucked them inside his bra. "You know, you don't have to be so nervous," he said softly. "It's just you and me. Do you have a name, honey?” ”Uh...Steve.” ”Well, Steve, should we then get going? You paid for the night and the sooner we get where you want to take me, the sooner you get what you paid for,” Billy said setting his hand on Steve's thigh. He could feel the tension gathering under his touch, so he just gently brushed the leg and let go. "Why did you let go?" Steve gasped as if he'd lost something. "I'd like you getting us to your place safely, that's all. Don't worry, I'll touch you again when we get there.”

-oOo-

Steve couldn't believe that the blonde was actually in his car. He was beautiful. It would be an expensive night, but he had waited and wanted it for it for so long that he was happy to pay for it. Even though the blonde had said that it was only the thousand for the night, he would pay what he'd promised.

The only pang of regret was that to the blonde this would be just a simple trade of money for a service. Steve would’ve wanted this to be so much more. But, if he could have the blonde for one night only, he'd at least have something beautiful to remember for the rest of his life. ”Uh...what's your name?” he asked, trying to make awkward conversation as they drove through the city. ”It's whatever you want it to be,” the blonde cooed. ”No, I’d prefer your name.” The blonde looked at Steve. ”Sweetie.” Steve glanced at him. ”I suppose that's your...artist name?” The blonde chuckled. ”Yeah.” ”It's nice. Is it because you're sweet?” ”If you'd like me to be.”

Steve had to swallow again because of the soft tone of the words, and wipe his sweaty palms one by one to his thighs. His heart beat fast and he could hear it in his ears so loud that it was hard to concentrate on anything else.

-oOo-

Once they got to Steve's building and the car was parked in the garage, Steve got out, and almost ran to open the passenger door to Billy, who smiled and thanked him. This client, Steve, was clearly enjoying the sweet feminine act, so Billy decided to keep it up as long as they got to talking what he really wanted.

They got to the elevator, and when the doors closed and Billy saw that the floor they were going was the 34th, he took Steve's hand in his. The hand was moist but warm, and it shook a bit. Billy squeezed it, and the trembling eased. ”Uh, I'm sorry that I'm so nervous. This really is my first time,” Steve said glancing shyly at Billy. Billy looked at Steve, and smiled. ”It's ok. There's first time for everything.” Steve let out a nervous laugh. “Yeah, I guess.”

When they reached Steve’s floor, Steve opened the door to the condo. When he remembered his promise to pay beforehand he started to walk in himself. ”Oh, sorry, wait here, I'll get the...” ”I think it's better if I wait inside,” Billy said. ”Prying eyes, you know. And I said that it's fine...” ”No, I insist. Please,” Steve said, and opened the door fully to let Billy in. Billy nodded, and walked in.

He stood waiting by the door in the massive hall. He'd been places like this before, but no one in these had ever told him to wait for more money. Well, to be honest, no one had ever told him to wait, especially for more money.

After a while Steve came back with a stack of bills and handed it to Billy. ”It's the missing fifteen hundred. Please, take it.” Billy smiled shyly as he took the money. ”Thank you. That's really sweet of you.”

But no matter how nice Steve seemed to be, a cold feeling started to gather in the pit of Billy's stomach as he counted the money. The guy was actually willing to pay two and a half thousand dollars for not even a full night with him, and he didn’t even yet know what he wanted. In Billy's experience someone paying a lot hard cash ended up crossing boundaries, being very, very painful in many ways than one and reminded him of what happened at least for a few days, if not longer.

And no one had ever paid him this much. He was seriously afraid this night might become the most painful experience he'd ever had.

But he needed the money, so, like a champ, he put the money in his bag, and threw the bag on the table in the corner of the hall. Then he turned to Steve. ”So, what would you like to do, Steve?” he cooed, and stepped closer to him.

Steve ran his gaze on Billy from head to toe, his breathing shallow. He licked his lips, and moved to meet Billy, standing in front of him. ”Is it ok if we kiss? I mean, I remember seeing a film...” ”You paid a lot for the one night. Kissing is ok,” Billy whispered.

Steve's lips were soft as they touched Billy's. First just a peck, really, then another, the kisses lingering longer every time. Billy had kissed so many men and women and knew kisses of all kinds, but never had anyone kissed him so gently and intimately.

Steve pulled back a little. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this." Billy smiled. "Really?" "Really. I still can't believe you're here." "I can be that. Someone you've wanted for a long..." Steve interrupted him. "No. I mean, for real. No role-play. I once saw you in that corner and..." He tried to find words to describe how he truly felt. "...and you were beautiful. The prettiest thing I've ever seen. And that moment I knew I had to have you. For good." Billy had to fight the urge to remind Steve that he shouldn't get too involved. He knew nothing of him as a person and that he was paying for him to be whatever he wanted him to be. Instead, he chuckled. "Well, if I wasn't pretty I guess I would be in the wrong profession." Steve looked at him earnestly. "Why are you a...in this profession?" Billy smiled at him sweetly. "Thank you for the interest, but it's really nothing you need to worry about, love. I'm here for you, remember?"

Billy regretted his words immediately as Steve's face fell a little. But he knew he shouldn't share any details of himself with a client or he couldn't keep it professional.

"Uh, yeah, right," Steve said and looked away. Billy took Steve's chin in his hand and turned him to look back at him. "This is all about role-play, Steve. Let's pretend that I'm everything you've ever wanted and that you know all my most intimate secrets. That I'm yours, all the way. Okay?" Steve smiled faintly. "Yeah," he whispered. "So, what would you want to do with me?" Steve took a strand of Billy’s hair in his fingers and brushed it gently between them, then he took the whole bunch of hair that was on Billy's shoulder and pushed it behind it. "Talk. Have dinner, watch TV, hold hands, make out." "We can do all of those things if you want to." "I'd like that," Steve said, suddenly on the brink of tears. Billy looked at him concerned, and set his hand on his cheek. "What is it? Oh hun, don't cry." "I don't know if I can do this." "Oh. Well, I can go, if you want." "No! I mean...” Steve paused, and took Billy’s both hands in his. “Please don't. I'm just...I thought I could handle having you here for one night only. But now that you're here, all I can think about how at some point you'll leave and don't come back." "Uh, I can come back, if you want,” Billy said slowly. ”It's not a problem." "I don't mean like that." "Oh," Billy gasped as he realized what Steve meant. "Yeah. I don't think that's something..." "Unless you, you know, wouldn't mind dating me? I-I could still pay you," he stuttered. Billy closed his eyes and let out a sigh. "It doesn't work like that, hun." "What if...what if...uh, I became your sugar daddy? I could pay you monthly allowance and I could pay your rent, and, and you wouldn't have to be on the street, and..." Billy took a step back, feeling the hair in the back of his neck standing up. "Why do you want me so much?" Steve looked at Billy with a sad smile. "I've seen you on that corner so many times, and you're always wearing something like this," he pointed at Billy's outfit, "and you shouldn't have to do that. Degrading yourself by selling your body." "Listen," Billy said sternly, "I don't need saving. I'm getting by just fine by myself..." "You had a debt of two and a half thousand,” Steve interrupted him. ”I hope it wasn't the full missing rent."

Billy closed his eyes grimacing and turned around. He walked by the table where his bag was, dug out the money he'd stuffed in it and set it on the table. "I'm sorry, but I don’t think this will work. Here's the full payment back. We don't owe anything to each other." He was almost out of the door, when Steve spoke: "Please, stay. I don't want anything bad to you. I just..." Billy turned around. "Love, I'm a prostitute. You rent me and you can use me any way you see fit. Most clients are fine by that. But you..” Billy sighed. “You have mixed reality and fantasy. I can't be your boyfriend in real life." "Why not?" "You bought me, once. I don't date anyone who buys me...” "Ok, then I'll pay you ten thousand for a week with me on a yacht on the Mediterranean," Steve said all of a sudden. "Start-starting from, uh, Monday next week," he stuttered. "And I pay for everything else too, including flights, and a proper wardrobe. And you can keep everything I buy you," he hastened to add.

Billy's eyes widened and he looked at Steve with his mouth hanging open.

"And you can keep all of this," Steve said, and extended his hand with the money from the table. "Even if you say no for the week and want to leave now. Knowing that I could help you even a little is enough for me." Billy looked at the money in Steve's hand biting his lip. Then he raised his gaze to meet Steve’s. "Please, take it," Steve said, and smiled a little. After a moment of reconsidering Billy took the money and clutched the bills in his hand for a while saying nothing. He really needed it, not to mention ten. With that he maybe really could finally get out of the street and do something else. His stomach twisted into knots because every single cell in his body screamed RUN but he didn't have any other choice but to take the offer. He cleared his throat. "I'll come. For the week." He swallowed and grabbed the strap of his bag with his both hands to hide how much they were shaking all of a sudden. "What's the schedule?" "Are you sure?" Steve asked. Billy smiled a nervous smile, and nodded. Steve pursed his lips. “Please, stay, at least for a while. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Steve walked to the corridor that was straight ahead, and after taking a few deep breaths Billy followed him. The corridor opened into a lavish living room with two white leather couches, no doubt very expensive art on the walls, and view over the roofs of the lit city. He'd seen his share of this high-class lifestyle, but never had he been invited in quite this way. He’d always been taken straight to a couch, or pushed down on the floor, or on a bed, fucked thoroughly and then ushered quickly out of the door.

Now Steve was opening a bottle of wine in the open kitchen that was in the other end of the living room. Billy looked around and sat on the couch, setting his bag next to him.

He had never felt more out of place.

Steve walked to him with a bottle of red and two glasses. “I’m sorry, I only have red wine. I hope that’s alright.” “It’s fine. I’m not picky,” Billy smiled a quick smile. As Steve poured the wine Billy saw the name of the wine: Château Corton Grancey Grand Gru. He didn’t have any idea what the wine was, but the label said France, so it had to be expensive. Just like everything else in the condo. Steve sat down on the other couch across Billy and took his glass in his hand smelling the wine. “Go ahead,” he said when he saw Billy hesitating. “Oh, right,” he continued after a while, and took a sip of the wine to show that there was nothing wrong with it. Billy took the glass and smelled the content. The aroma was rich and intoxicating. He’d never had wine that smelled so good. He took a sip, and the liquid felt as if he’d just drank the softest velvet. He let out a groan, and Steve chuckled. “Yeah, this is good,” he said smiling. “And don’t worry, there’s no need to drink all of this. I just...” He took a deep breath and looked at his glass. “I need to unwind my nerves just a little. I haven’t had anyone here with me in a long time, not like this.” “Why?” Billy asked. Steve chewed his cheek. “I just recently found out that I...that I’m also, you know, into men. I mean, when I saw you. So many things just...clicked, all of a sudden.” “So, why haven’t you had anyone here since?” “Because I wanted my first to be you.” Billy couldn't help but to smile at Steve's endearing honesty – even though he was still a bit concerned of what the night might still have in store. He took another sip of the wine. “So, what’s the occasion next week?”

Steve took a deep sigh. "There's a wedding. Of my ex. And I was invited to rub it in, for sure. But with you, I thought... you know, maybe I could pay back a little." Billy raised his eyebrows and shrugged. "Sounds like a plan." Steve looked back at his glass, and took a gulp. "I'm not petty like that normally. But this occasion's just... She hurt me." "It's fine, you don't have to explain. I'll go wherever you want me to." Steve glanced at Billy, and nodded, drinking the rest of the wine from his glass. He set the glass on the table between them, and leaned back to the couch, rubbing his hands together nervously. He looked bashfully at Billy.

Billy looked back at him, and made up his mind. He would stay the night. He'd be safe, as long as he didn't drink more and didn't agree to be cuffed. Those two had been the source of actual pain in the past and he wouldn't make that mistake again.

He set down his glass, got up and walked around the table, standing in front of Steve. When Steve didn't do anything but just looked hesitantly at Billy's crotch, he gently brushed Steve's cheek with his index finger, and cupped his chin in his hand, turning Steve to look up at him in the eyes and leaning down to kiss him. He tried to match the kiss Steve had given him before, and Steve returned it in the same knee-buckling way he'd done the first time.

The kiss lingered between them, velvety like the wine they'd drank, as Steve's hands found their way on the backs of Billy's knees. He carefully moved his hands higher to the back of Billy's thighs pulling him gently towards him, and Billy straddled on his lap.

Steve studied Billy's face, as if trying to memorize the location of each freckle on each side of Billy's nose, or count the number of his thick lashes. "Jesus you're beautiful," he whispered. Billy smiled, and brushed Steve's cheek with his hand. "What do you want to do?" he asked. Steve searched Billy's eyes for a moment. "I'm kinda new to this...Can you show me? As in how...you know.” Billy nodded. "Sure. You like what we're doing now?" he cooed. Steve nodded, and looked at Billy's lips while licking his own. ”Okay then,” Billy whispered. ”You're welcome to do anything with me you'd do with a woman. Except hit. If that's what you're into.” Steve looked back at him in shock. ”Do clients really do that to you?” Billy's smile faltered. ”Some do,” he said quietly. ”I won't,” Steve said, and wrapped his arms around Billy's waist, moving his thumb in circles in the small of Billy's back. ”I couldn't. Not to a woman, or you. Pretty things must be cherished, and loved.”

Something warm bloomed in Billy's chest. No one had said anything that nice to him in a very long time. He had to remind himself that he'd have to be careful or he'd end up being hurt not by Steve but by himself if he let his emotions get the best of him.

Either way, the pain would still be the same.

Billy smiled and leaned down, kissing Steve again. Steve's hands wandered down on Billy's buttocks and underneath the skirt as they kept kissing slowly, their tongues lapping against each other lazily. "I want to fuck you," Steve whispered. ”Okay," Billy replied. "Have you ever had anal with anyone?” Steve shook his head blush raising on his cheeks. Billy smiled. ”No need to be embarrassed. It's not something everyone does. So, we need to start by opening me up. It's not like vagina that can be, you know, just warmed up other ways. It can be done with fingers or with a toy. I have those with me...” ”No, I want to do it. Show me,” Steve said breathlessly. Billy smiled, got up and took a condom and a tube of lube from his bag. He handed the rubber to Steve. ”You don't want your fingers get dirty on your first time.”

When Steve had the condom over his finger, Billy squeezed a generous amount of lube on it. ”How is it, you know, easiest?” Steve asked, the blush on his cheeks deepening. ”We can do it right here. Just push it in, gently.” Billy straddled back to Steve's lap, and his eyelids fluttered as Steve pushed his finger inside him. Steve thought that the blonde looked even more beautiful like that, if it was possible. Which it most definitely was. ”What then?” Steve whispered. ”Kiss me,” Billy breathed. And Steve did.

Billy moved himself on Steve's finger, and Steve couldn't help but getting hard from kissing him, him grinding over his crotch and at the same time riding on his finger. ”You can put in another," Billy said. "Just be careful not to break the rubber.” Steve did what the blonde asked, and pushed them a bit deeper this time. All of a sudden Billy opened his eyes wide open and rolled them around, letting out a tiny sound that Steve drank eagerly from his lips before stopping, worried. ”Did I hurt you? I'm sorry...” ”No hun, nothing like that,” Billy gasped and closed his eyes. ”The contrary.” ”It feels good?” ”M-hm, yeah. But you don't have to...” ”I want to,” Steve said eagerly. ”I want you to feel good.” Billy smiled. His clients usually didn't care for his pleasure the tiniest bit, but Steve was different. He let out a sigh and looked directly Steve in the eyes. ”Do it again.” Steve did, and smiled when the blonde let out a low groan that rumbled in his chest so loud that Steve could feel it. ”Is that...” Steve asked. ”Prostate. Yeah,” Billy said strainedly. Steve rubbed his fingers against the nub again, a bit harder this time, and drew a breathless right there oh god yes out of the blonde. ”Do you want me to...” Steve asked, and gently brushed his hand on Billy's hard cock that had forced itself out from under the short skirt. ”You can.” ”No, Sweetie, I'm asking if you want me to.” Billy let out another delicious moan as Steve rubbed his fingers against his prostate once again. ”M-hmm,” was all Billy could muster as a reply.

Steve went for Billy's dick, but before he could grab it, Billy took Steve's hand, stopping him. ”Uh, would you mind...” Billy said and swallowed, and felt himself blushing. Asking clients for favours was a definite no-no, but with Steve he dared to do it. ”I don't usually ask clients to do things my way...but would you mind doing this the other way around?” he asked shyly. ”I mean, if you really want to take good care of me?” A wide smile spread on Steve's face. ”Show me.” Billy got up letting out a moan as Steve's fingers left him, and got on his knees on the couch next to him. ”Push them in the other way around, and rub it, hard.” Steve stood up, and leaned on the couch with his other knee, pushing his fingers back in and doing what Billy told him to. After a few hard rubs and managing to pump Billy's cock just a few times Billy already whimpered I'm coming I'm coming please just don't stop followed by a horrified oh god no your couch just before his cum already poured on the white leather. Steve felt himself come embarrassingly in his pants just by Billy literally shuddering into pieces in his hands, now heaving and holding to the backrest of the couch with his dear life.

Steve leaned on Billy's side. ”That was fast,” he panted. ”Yeah, it was. Sorry.” ”You like that? I mean, when it's done like that?” ”It's called milking, and yes, I like it. Very much. I hope that was obvious,” Billy muttered. ”Uh, sorry, I just...I know nothing. You need to teach me,” Steve said, smiling. ”Take your fingers out, please,” Billy whispered. ”I'm afraid you have to wait a bit to get to fuck me.” ”It's ok,” Steve said, and sat on the couch letting out a heavy breath. He took the condom off of his fingers and set it on the floor. Billy looked at Steve grimacing. ”I'm sorry I messed up your couch. It must cost a ton to clean it.” ”It's fine,” Steve assured him. ”Doing that to you was definitely worth it. I messed my pants, so that probably makes us even, at least on the embarrassment scale.” The remark made Billy laugh and relax properly with a client for the first time in a long while. Steve smiled a lopsided grin. ”Come here,” he said and pulled Billy to sit on his lap sideways. ”I promise to get your skirt cleaned,” he whispered to Billy's ear. ”But we have to take it off first,” he continued, and licked Billy's earlobe with the tip of his tongue.

[crystalsoobin-m]

hello! can u do a hermione x reader inspired by the song 'jenny' by studio killers :DD i luv your writing btw <33

lovers instead || h.g.

a/n: at first i had to search up the song lmao bc i forgot it was called that but i think it’s a great idea! also i’m pretty sure the singer is female. Lately, I’ve been watching romance anime so that’s why this is kinda intense lmao. tbh, this could’ve turned into smut, but i didn’t want to make it that long so… maybe ill write one if you guys want. You can lmk in the comments. Also thank you sm for the compliment. <33 I really liked this imagine/story its very… how do i say it, like it keeps your attention i guess idrk lol

pairing: hermione x fem!reader

summary: y/n finally tells her best friend that she loves her.

warnings: steaminess ig (it’s kinda intense) kinda dom!reader (if you that makes sense cus there’s no smut) heated kissing/making out, french kissing, fluff at the end.

<based on the song ‘Jenny’ by Studio Killers.>

Y/n has had feelings for her best friend for 2 years. It started in year 3 when they were at Hogsmeade. Hermione had laughed at one of y/n’s jokes, causing an eruption of butterflies. She beamed every time she hears Hermione’s name. She had never felt like that about Hermione before. It took months to figure out what she was feeling, and once she did she couldn’t help but feel sad, knowing the girl she had a crush on had eyes for a certain Weasley.

But last year Cedric died in the tournament. He was y/n’s friend. And from that, she realized that she couldn’t waste any time. Any on of her friends could die at any moment. She had to tell Hermione this year.

Then, the opportunity arose. Her and Hermione were alone in the common room. Hermione was studying and y/n was reading. She kept getting distracted by Hermione’s presence. Blood rushed to her face as she studied Hermione’s features. Her furrowed eyebrows, her slightly pursed lips, the way her eyes shined under the light of the fire. It was all too much. She couldn’t contain herself.

She stood up from the couch, slowly walking behind Hermione. Y/n sat down behind her, Hermione oblivious to the whole thing. Y/n placed her hands on the base of Hermione’s neck and started to massage the girl’s shoulders. “You need a break from studying ‘Mione. We already know everything that hag’s teaching us, especially you.” She said sweetly.

Hermione stiffened slightly as her hands moved slightly down to the upper part of her chest. “Y/n, what are you doing?” Hermione’s face flushed as y/n leaned close to her ear, her thumbs still working her neck.

“You need to destress. Doesn’t this feel nice?” She whispered. Hermione stayed silent and relaxed into y/n’s touch. Y/n took the opportunity to try and sneakily move her hands down the valley of Hermione’s chest. Hermione blushed even more, and stiffened slightly.

“Y/n-” She turned around to face y/n. She didn’t understand what suddenly influenced her best friends behaviour. “What-?” Y/n grabbed Hermione’s chin with her index finger and thumb.

“Hermione, darling…” she smirked at Hermione’s speechless figure. She started to feel excited at Hermione’s reaction. She always thought Hermione was into Ron. Maybe she still is. But y/n’s too motivated by Hermione’s lack of reaction to care.

“Y-yeah?” Hermione asked quietly.

“You’re my best friend. But- there’s a few things that you don’t know of.” Y/n started, bringing Hermione’s face slightly closer. She hummed in response staring in to y/n’s eyes. “Why I borrow your lipstick so often… I’m using your shirt as a pillow case…” Y/n suddenly let go of Hermione’s face but it stayed in it’s place. “I wanna ruin our friendship.” Y/n said, a smirk still on her face. Hermione frowned and slightly backed away, feeling hurt. Was y/n just teasing her before ‘dumping her’?

Y/n didn’t even know what was making her say all this. Before Hermione could get away any further, y/n grabbed her face again and leaned next to her ear, their cheeks touching. Hermione flushed again, as well as y/n. “We should be lovers instead.” she whispered. Hermione’s eyes widened for a second. She softly pushed y/n away and stared at her smiling face.

“Y/n…” Hermione’s eyes flickered down to y/n’s lips for a split second. “I-I didn’t know you felt like this… but I like Ron-”

“No you don’t.”

“What? What do you mean I don’t?” Hermione asked slightly offended.

“Your body language is a big tell.” Hermione still looked unamused so y/n elaborated, “Your flushed face,” she pressed a hand to Hermione’s face and passed her thumb over the girl’s red cheek. “Your speechless expression,” y/n’s smirk widened at Hermione’s still wide eyes from when she felt y/n’s hand on her cheek. “The way your eyes flickered to my lips a few moments ago.”

“I-” Hermione tried.

“Ron doesn’t make you feel this way, does he?” Y/n leaned closer to Hermione’s face. Hermione slightly shook her head, following y/n’s lead. After what felt like forever, their lips connected. What started as soft became passionate and desperate.

Y/n was right, Hermione had never felt this way about Ron. She had become too engrossed in the idea of a goofy, kind boyfriend to realize that she beamed every time y/n laughed, flushed at every touch of her hand, mentioned her in every conversation.

Hermione wrapped her arms around y/n’s neck and pulled her closer. Y/n, captivated by the kiss, slipped her tongue into Hermione’s mouth. Hermione hummed desperately at the action and tangled her hands in y/n’s hair, tugging at it. It went on for minutes more, feeling like hours, until finally, they pulled away breathing heavily.

“Wow…” Hermione said breathlessly. Y/n smiled and pushed Hermione’s hair behind her ear.

“I’m in love with you, Hermione.” Hermione beamed,

“I think I am too.” Y/n raised an eyebrow,

“You’re in love with yourself?” She said jokingly. Hermione chuckled.

“No, I mean- I’m in love with you too.” Y/n pressed her forehead against Hermione’s and placed her hand on her face, the bushy-haired girl doing the same.

“Well, good for me, then.”

[headoverhiddles]

Wrapped In Plastic - Marilyn Manson x Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: The new kid at school intrigues you. He’s infatuated too, but beneath that scary exterior, you’ve got no idea what’s in store. 

Notes: Era: Spooky Kids! Requested by anon: “High school Brian having a crush on you.”

There he is, sitting in front of the principal again. Brian Warner. You're surprised he hasn't been expelled yet, frankly, even though he just moved here to South Florida recently.

You watch from afar, sitting with your friends. He's making that face. That expression... or lack of expression. He doesn't give a fuck what he got in trouble for, and you, he and the principal know it.

"Hey. (y/n)," your best friend says, "What the hell? Are you listening?"

"Yeah," you mutter, glancing back into the office. God, he would probably fuck like an animal, taking you in some old haunted forest somewhere while spanking you and telling you you're his dirty little slut...

Your friend scoffs when she sees where you're looking.

"That guy is dangerous, quit fantasizing. That isn’t your picture perfect bad boy-- that’s like dating the next Son of Sam killer.”

Your other friend chimes in. “My sister told me she saw him and his pack of weirdos out lighting an abandoned house on fire. My sister’s friend said she hears him jerking off in the washroom every lunch hour. The whole school knows about it. Also apparently in creative writing, he turned in this story about this guy fucking his sister's corpse or something. Seriously weird, probably evil. He's gonna end up in jail, mark my words." You ignore your friend, but turn back into the conversation.

Eventually, the principal gives up, dismissing him. You see Brian join his friends outside the office door, who have been waiting-- Jeordie and Stephen, you think you've heard them called in class. The one with the brown comb-over is called Pogo outside of class, because of his fascination with serial killers. You think it's funny. Those guys just do whatever they want. 

Your breath hitches. Brian tucks his long black hair behind his ear, looking up and grinning at his friends. He's describing what he did, and he looks like a gleeful child who just got away with murder as the other two bust out laughing and dig for details. How could anyone think he's evil? 

Cold chills run through your body as he meets your eyes. Oh, fuck. He smirks a little bit your way, but you quickly look away. His features harden, and he turns back to his friends. You turn back to yours.

You can't help watching after him as he walks down the hall to fourth period, though... his head nearly reaches the ceiling, and that metal Planet Of The Apes lunchbox makes you smile. You've heard him make a threat or two to beat someone's ass with it, and you believe he'd do it. For every bully who promised him he'd be nothing, there's something about him that promised so much more.

--

The bell goes, and Brian sits down at the desk. 

"She was looking at you." 

"Yeah, she was talking to her friends about me," Brian mutters back.

"She looked like she was wetting her panties over you," Jeordie grins, "She looks like she wanted to suck your dick right there in front of Mr. Ogilvie!"

"That'd be the day," Brian sighs. 

"Yeah, you'd have beat off material forever," Pogo laughs.

"But she wasn't," he said, "You guys are just fucking blind."

"I don't know, I got some blow job vibes from her,” Pogo says. 

“You get blow job vibes from everyone.” 

“I’ll blow you for lunch money,” Jeordie mentions. Pogo shrugs. 

“I might take you up on that.” His obnoxious laughter rings out as you walk by the door. You recognize it immediately, and look back. Brian’s sitting there, knees tucked under the desk like his legs won’t fit. Shit. In your experience, being this preoccupied with someone meant you were into them... or at least, wanted to see more of them. 

Brian looks up again, and sees you staring at him. This time, he frowns. You’re drawn away by your friend, who pulls you toward your next class. As you're walking, someone calls your name.

“Hey! (y/n), right?” 

You turn as your friend keeps walking ahead. You scoff slightly as he approaches. “Like you don’t know my name.” You pause, backtrack. “I- sorry. That was mean."

“That’s okay. I’ve been known to be a little mean too,” he smirks, and he flips his hair out if his face. “I guess when you hang around a bunch of catty bitches all the time, it rubs off on you.” His voice is so deep and calm. It throws you off whenever he speaks, but does other things to you as well.

"Hanging out with a pair of delinquents can do the same." Your eyes dart inside the classroom to his friends, who are carving something into a desk. He gives a small smile.

"Touché."

“Speaking of rubbing off,” you raise an eyebrow, “Did you want to talk to me?”

He blushes, then forces his embarrassment away. “That rumor’s not true.”

“No?”

“Nah. I did light that abandoned house on fire though.” He grins, and you do as well, hugging your books closer to your chest. 

“So. You’re a rebel, huh?”

“If not putting up with everybody’s bullshit counts as rebelling, then yeah. I guess so.”

“I can respect that,” you nod. “I feel the same way... but I’m not as fearless as you.”

“Are you saying you might commit arson with me, (y/n)?” 

“Maybe. How did the conversation progress to lighting things on fire with you?” 

He laughs, ducks his head nervously. “Well. Um, I saw you staring like a creep, and... I was wondering if you wanted to be creeps together. Y’know... hang out sometime? Come see my band, or...?”

“Are you asking me out?”

“Yeah, I am.”

You smile, poking his black shirt that read Christianity is Unnatural, Abnormal, and Perverse. “You’ve got balls, Brian.” You look at the clock, and back to his class. “What do you say we fuck off for the rest of the day?”

His eyebrows shoot up. “You wanna skip class today?”

“Sorry,” you walk your fingers up his chest. “I know I’m not quite at your level of rebellion yet, but it’s a start.” 

He laughs as he follows you to your locker. 

---

“So. Do you have a car?”

“No.” He scratches his head. “We can walk back to my house, though. My parents aren’t home.” 

Following that plan, you make it back to his house. For someone hailed as the Antichrist of the school, he's got a relatively normal looking home, white picket fence and everything. All that changes once you get to his room.

"Wow," you say, looking up at everything. He's got serial killer-like writing scrawled on the wall by his bed, lyrics that seem like they're straight out of a porno or a horror film, or both. There are pentagrams drawn on his bed posts, and posters of bands like Nine Inch Nails, Ozzy Osbourne, KISS on his walls.

"I know it's stupid, but I'd give anything to meet those guys," he mutters, rubbing the back of his neck.

"It's not stupid," you say, examining the edges of the posters, freyed from the move no doubt. "I actually think it's awesome. I love Ozzy."

"One day I'm gonna beat his record for most drugs consumed over a lifetime."

"Have you started practicing?" you tease.

"I... well, I haven't had the chance."

"Right. Let me know when you do." You smile, going over to sit on his bed. He looks down at you, seems to have a mini panic attack, then acts cool with it, playing with his lip ring and sitting beside you. You look around the messy floor. He's got a strange mix of stuff that oddly seems to perfectly fit his personality: leaking boxes of black hair dye, various lipsticks and nail polishes, a bag of weed, books on the rise of fascism and Carl Jung's red book, an antique-looking switchblade, a Willy Wonka hat, condoms with little angry faces drawn on them, an old deflated football with "FIGHT" written on it, and... "What's that?" you ask, leaning down. Brian coughs.

"Oh. Yearbook from last year."

You pick it up, looking at all the little drawings of candy, needles, Charles Manson and other doodles he's defaced the book with. "But you didn't go to this school last year."

"I traded my mom's diet pills for it."

"Huh. Hustling already. Must have been some good stuff." You hesitate. The page was open to the photos of you as the lead in the play last year. You smirk, pretending to squint. "Is that a cum stain I see on my face?"

"You wish," he huffs, but he's blushing, hair curtaining around his face. You give him a look, turning fully toward him.

"Why'd you really invite me over?"

"To tell you I hate you, knock you out, and bury you in my backyard." You laugh.

"I mean, if you think about it..."

"It's the perfect plan. Invite the girl you've got a crush on over, assume she's gonna make fun of you, lure her in, then get your revenge." You smile, laying back on his bed.

"You just admitted to having a crush on me."

"Wasn't it obvious?" he asks. "I only ever threaten to kill the people I really wanna fuck."

"And do you really wanna fuck me, Bri?" you ask coyly, crawling dangerously close to him. He swallows, Adam's apple bobbing in his long, graceful throat. "You wanna fuck me right here, right now, while your parents aren't home, make me scream your name while you blare your favorite metal record and act like things'll never change?"

"That sounds good," he groans. His hands wander up your thigh, and you smile, bouncing on his leg. "...I also wanna share my music with you. Read a book over your shoulder. Maybe pop a few pills, key someone's car, grab a milkshake and look at the stars on Special K so we feel like we're floating, you know. Before I bang the shit out of you. Date stuff."

"Is this not our first date?" you ask. His tongue flicks up over his lip ring again. 

"I guess you could say it is."

"Good. Cause I never fuck on a first date," you say, "Or so I tell people." He clenches his jaw, and braces a skinny arm beside your head, leaning down to capture your lips. His lips taste sweet, like mint and those sugary rocket candies. He takes his shirt off, and you rub your hands down, feeling a few scars. He lets out a whimpered noise at your touch, shuddering a little. 

You make out and grind against one another for a few minutes, your hands pulling his hips closer by his black belt loops and his fingers tangling your hair. Your breath gets faster as he grinds harder, more desperately, and you reach a hand down to help him out, give him something to rut against.

"You feel so big," you moan, and he runs a hand through his hair, lips falling open.

"I'm gonna..." He makes another desperate noise, and you feel it right where you need him. But since all his condoms in here seem to be used or have faces drawn on them in scented marker, you opt for over the clothes stuff only.

"Use your fingers?" you breathe. He looks like he's about to cum, and you know it'll tip you over as well, what with all the times you had thought of him like this.

He reaches into your jeans, unzipping them, and messily finds your clit. For a teenage guy, he's not bad. He starts to rub, then reaches three fingers down to thrust them into you.

"Fuck, Bri! Three?!" you breathe. He looks into your eyes, not stopping.

"I thought girls were whores for that kind of thing!"

"It's..." you moan, "That's... oh... y-yeah... Jesus...” He really start to work them in, watching your reactions while rutting his clothed erection against your leg. "Fuck, Brian, grab my tits... yeah... this is just how I imagined it when I..."

He freezes for a second, and his whole body convulses. He gasps, and you see him reach down to cover his crotch, face going beet red. He doesn't stop, though. He keeps fingering you, and now that he's not worried about grinding, he can explore you in other ways. He attaches his lips to your neck, and sucks a hickie right below your ear. 

“Brian... Bri, make me c--” 

"Cum for me, you filthy little slut," he snarls, and you arch your back up, grinding down into his fingers as your orgasm hits. You rock through it, and he kisses you again, sloppy and hot. When he pulls away, he gives you your fingers to lick clean, which you do through a heated stare.

Things calm down into you laying back against his pillows with his stringy body tucked in a cramped position beside you. "I didn't know you were that..." you search for words. "Experienced?" 

"What, you thought I was a virgin?” 

You giggle. “I didn’t know what to think about you, to be honest. Kinky, inexperienced, I had no idea. Of course, I hoped that you were kinky.”

“I’ve been known to use restraints when asked,” he smirks.

“I’ve got that to look forward to. I thought you were cute too, though. I don’t care if you’re some devil worshipper who parents and teachers everywhere shiver at the thought of." He's quiet for a second.

"I thought you were scared of me." 

"That too, a little bit. But what scares me turns me on." He rolls over to face you, a vulnerable position for him, you can tell. 

"The way I dress is what I perceive to be beautiful. Looking like this, doing what I want to, it keeps the assholes who like to give my face their own version of plastic surgery away if they think I'm a Satanist who's gonna... cut off their mom's head or something if they fuck with me. Makes the hypocrites who call themselves teachers question their morals too, ‘teaching’ someone like me to be a good little boy and follow society’s rules. It’s all brainwashing, everything they feed us with their sugar and shit, and I’m the bad guy for standing up to it." 

You stroke hair out of his face, and he looks up at you, lips pursed. "There’s always gotta be a scapegoat. I guess you fit that role.” You look beyond him. “You think it would ruin your image if those bullies found your poetry books?” He smiles. 

“Nah. One day, I’m gonna grow up to be a big rock and roll star. I’ll use my own poetry and turn it into music, and I’ll look ten times more extreme than I do now. Then they can all say they knew me, and I’ll tell them to go to hell.” 

You snuggle into him. "Mmm. Speaking of extreme... we should pull a Sandy and Danny. I'll come to school dressed all goth and shit Monday. Throw my friends for a loop."

"Does that mean I have to dress like a cheerleader?" he asks.

"You've got the ass for it."

He grins. "Stop it, you're making it very hard for me not to wanna fuck you for real right now."

"Here's the deal," you say, "I'll show you where I live this weekend. You tell me what your favorite fruit is, because that's a soul searching question. At that point we'll know each other better... and I'll be fair game."

He bites his lip. "I feel like I've known you forever."

"Yeah. Me too."

Just then, there's a knock at the bedroom door. Startled, you sit up quickly, and who you can only assume to be Brian's mom pops her head in. "When the fuck did you two get home?!" Brian blurts.

"About five minutes ago, honey. Don't worry, we didn't hear anything. Jeordie called, said he 'left the smoke bomb under the urinals.' I hope you aren't getting up to trouble like the last school, your father had a heck of a time getting you into this one.”

“Mom.”

“He had to switch jobs too, and with his back, you know how difficult long drives can be. Oh, how rude of me-- hello sweetie, you can call me Barb."

"Mom--" 

"Brian, is this the sweet thing you had that dream about the other night?"

"MOM!"

“Hugh, Brian’s got a girlfriend over, we should turn the TV up to give them a little privacy.” 

“GIRLFRIEND?!” a voice calls up, “GOOD ON YA, SON. THAT’S MY BOY!” 

“Jesus fucking Christ...” Brian groans, burying his face in a pillow. You laugh so hard into his chest you nearly tumble off his bed. Most dangerous guy in school, your ass.

[dylanxmin]

Dancing in Smoke

childhoodfriend!taehyung x addict!reader

pairing; kim taehyung x reader

genre; smut! fluff! angst!

warnings; unprotected sex! fingering! swearing!

addiction! bad behaviors! using drug!

summary; y/n had many problems in her mind, so ease these thoughts and pains with whatever she can find, and there is her childhood friend, which always cares for her, but y/n always ignored him and her feelings, but clearly not anymore.

a/n; it’s just a one-shot about Taehyung, i just wanted to write a little thing about him, hope you can enjoy it while reading, lots of love✨💜

When you heard another crashing voice, echoing in the whole place, through the kitchen, you couldn’t handle with your anger inside of you, urgent feelings about getting away from here, anywhere but here, take over you so you get up and without hesitation, pulled yourself out of this house, like the other times, it never surprises you, how you fill with anger, in this house. How many times you tried to run from here but ended up here again, due to your lack of freedoms.

Your hands headed to your pocket, immediately to find something for easing your mind and maybe calm your anger, but as this wasn’t your first time, being this angry towards your filthy family, you knew that it wasn’t going to ease you, but with no hesitation you light up your cigarette, where you took from your pocket, directly put between your lips, and with the first breathe, smoke headed to your throat, burn it with a little deep bitter feeling, entering your lungs and suffocate you. This familiar feeling, wandered around your body, bring easiness to your mind, but your hands were still shaky, though.

When you decided to go somewhere quiet, a little glimpse of a body, appeared on the corner of your eyes, so you gave a little look over there and see a person you wish you didn’t, at least not while smoking and shaking by the anger. You act like you see nothing, start to walk to somewhere quiet and dark, it would much better if you be in somewhere darker, get high by there and even forget where were you, you wished.

Reaching your regular place for losing yourself and leaving all your pain behind, had joy in you, but it didn’t last, because these things can’t bring you permanent joys in life, as you always feel miserable, unhappy or angry. Because of your semi-sake mentality, you couldn’t even finish your semester in college, so you came back to your home, which its never felt like a home to you, never ever bring you joy or peace while you staying there, and it didn’t bring this time, either. You take your place, on the ground while still thinking about the fight that goes on in your house, at this moment, and it’s driving you crazy all over again, so you smoke your cigarette so long for feeling the suffocating on your lungs again, that pain could take your mind from your family. Unintentionally, you think for a better family, caring and maybe even lovely parents, you think but as soon as the taught of this lovely family lighted in your mind, it made you laugh from irony, that you know this could never happen for you.

You were the type of a person who holds her emotions to herself, never truly trusts other people, or open your heart for someone, but you kinda forced to be like this, thanks to your lovely parents, who taught you to be a doubtful, uncaring person as you, now. So, you didn’t mind them anymore, at least you wish that, but whenever you came back to this place and hearing their fights over you, money, or even for other people, it drives you crazy every damn time, and you couldn’t help but feel useless every time, you being here.

Your hand reach your pocket one more time, but this wasn’t for a cigarette, but for something little, pink and round pill in your pocket. As you took it from your pocket, take it to your eyes to give a look at it, for searching its quality and give a smell it but, it didn’t smell of course. While you get ready to take it, to your mouth a voice stopped you from doing it, and annoyance starts to grow in you, while you taking a look at where the voice came from.

“What are you doing here, again?” seeing him, wakened some feelings you been familiar with, over the time, but still you didn’t place it on your face, rather gave a blank stare at him. You wished to not see him in here, while you taking some pills that could make you lose yourself, drown you in some hallucinations, as a result. So, staying in this position, in front of him, makes you feel desperate and useless, who uses drugs to get away her problems, because she is too immature to deal with them by herself with a sober mind, make you feel vulnerable in front of him, again. You hold your hand up, and showed it to him, smirking a little, seeing his disappointed stares, didn’t surprise you at all, as you see those expressions all the time, in your life.

“Did you decide to join me, Taehyung?” you asked, but barely hold your voice from breaking, shaking in stir, using his name in your mouth, gave a thrill to your lips, tongue and all. He gets closer to you, as you stare him, your eyes wandered around him, from bottom to top, he cut your breath, causing you stinging feelings on your chest, as always. His long legs start to get closer to you, inside of a tight black denim, top of it, loose red shirt, gave you permission to peak his shoulder and collarbones, you thank to it, between your thoughts, and when you reached his face, surrounded by his rough black hair, giving him a killer look, feelings bump to your heart really quick but you should hold yourself from giving a clue about your feelings, because it would go bad for both of you, as you know yourself, for a really long time.

You take your looks from him, to place somewhere else, as he now placed right beside you, and you could feel his warmth over here, because you were that close. “What happened?” his soft, caring voice overturned you, because you know that he is sincere about this as he is a such a lovely boy, that he is the only person who could bring you peace, by just standing right beside you, without any clue about it.

He was your childhood friend, crush, lover, whatever one calls someone, while feeling ease, peaceful and cozy around him, your first and last love, as you can’t be or don’t want to be with someone. His voice could give someone a heart attack and serenity, at the same time, and it was like this for you, too. You didn’t reply to him or look at him, as you try to look uninterested by him, because feelings could make you do some crazy things, and you know it well, so it's better to not acting.

“I’m just worried about you, Y/N. I just can’t bear up the idea of you, getting harm to yourself, it’s suffocates me, every fucking time.” he looks directly at you, as you can feel his stares on your right side, heat rushed through there, itchy feeling start to grow. His hands placed between his curled up legs, holding to each other, but you could no longer look at him because he could catch your looks on himself. “So, just don’t worry about me then,” you spoke with careless voice, as you tried hard to imitate it, trying not to show any emotion, or a clue about your true feelings. His disappointed look placed once again in his eyes, as managing it was a success but at the same time, caused you a big ache on your chest, stings from deep down of you. “And do what?” you felt his temper, from here, inside of you, and his body turns fully to you now, as he continued, “Should I do nothing and watch you getting harm yourself, all over again, all the damn fucking time!” his veins now were visible, due to his yells with deep voice, in his eyes, there were some emotions that you couldn’t understand, or he was just furious at you.

“Yeah, you do exactly that,” you said with rage that striking inside of you, reaches your mind and take the control from you, while he was staring at you with glowing eyes, licking his bottom lips, bring some juicy feelings inside of you, numbness now ruling on you. “Just do what everyone did to me? You don’t need to worry about me.” you continued in a low voice, but his hands placed on yours, as you puzzled with his act, your eyes met last than a second, so you tried to take your hands from his, but they were bigger and stronger than yours, so it was useless but you did it anyway. His warm hands, hold yours while you trying to get away from his looks all over you, destroying you with burning stares at you, because he was too much for you to handle on your own, he was too hot for you to not to fall for him, as you feel so weak now, under his touches that brings you the edge of your emotions.

His sweet voice, sing to your ears once again, “Say something to me Y/N. I want to feel useful for you, I want to do something for you.” his thumbs now making a circle on your hand, giving you joy and unbearable feelings, that you wanted to jump over him, but you probably shouldn’t do. Your eyes met once again, a glow pass through in his eyes, visibly that excitement grows in you, so you literally cry out at him, “Kiss me,” his surprised expression stayed on him for a while, but then, a desire placed on his eyes, so he leaned on you, coming closer to you, now you can feel his breath all over your face, and it’s driving you crazy, heat lounge your body, his hands were holding your face now, and within a minute, his lips met with yours, with dominant attitude.

His soft, warm and wet lips, touched yours with a lightning in your mind, numbness rushed into your thoughts, you could only feel his touches on your body, his lips on your lips, crashing, capturing your body with his existence, his hands were on your waist, back of your hand, and felt everywhere on you.

Place starts to fade away, getting more blurry by his touches, so you used your last drop of control, and take a place on his lap, sit on his warm, swollen part, and a smirk placed on your lips, as you heard his little moan by between on his lips. His eyes were burning in desire, nothing like a minute ago, now they were filled with hungry intentions, greedy hands were touching your body, his fingertips used force to your body, as he wants more.

“I want you,” you whispered before leaning on his neck, leaving wet kisses, and tiny bites at there, and it made him moan little more, filled you with joy, you felt a little pressure between in your legs, and it caused heavy stream on you. His hands grabbed your thigh, you leaned your head by his touch, and his pressure on your body, as he leaned to your neck, wet kisses placed on your neck, while you lose yourself by his touches.

“I need you, Y/N” he spoke under his heavy breaths, sounds so desperate for you, as you were feeling the same way as him, desperately need his touch, his embrace on you. Your breath interrupted by his surprising touch, placed on your clit, atop of your short, you gasped over his move and in a glance at him, his eyes were filled with satisfaction, due to your attitude towards his move.

As your shaky hands moved up to his chest, he takes this for an invitation for acting freely, fingers now were frisking your clit, under your underwear, his sweet touches plays with you, like a pro, as you were in such a joy by his touches, you didn’t mind it. He made a few round circle, directly on your clit, intentionally drives you crazy by his moves, wanted to hear your begs over and over to him, as you say ‘please’ to him for a couple time. “Taehyung, please take me, please!”

An exclamation cry out in your mouth, fades on last minutes, but his smirk grow bigger on his face, as he licks his lips, you say please to him again, unintentionally. Just when you look at him, in the eyes, then his fingers slide in your underwear and played with your clit, without any obstacle now, but you wanted him in you, feel him inside of you. “Do you want this?” he ask you, while his fingers touch your walls, not entering but making you shake even from there, and before you could say a word, after opened your mouth to say yes, his two-finger move inside of you, his coldness freshens you up and you felt your heat, spreading over his fingers. A gasp flees in your mouth, as he forces your walls, which they embraced his fingers, he touched in deep down of you, while putting a kiss on your chest.

Your greedy hands hold him now, as you want more, more of him and he nipped at your earlobe as some kind of a response to you, so he continued with hitching your shirt, to open your chest and allowing himself a full access, with that his muggy lips touched you on your exposed chest, while he painting your chest with marks with little bites between sweet kisses, you gasped a little breathe, by your mouth. “I want you, Taehyung. I want you so bad,” you whispered to him as his fingers were still playing with your walls, conquering your body with his little, but deep moves. “Ahh-“ his voice came very deep down in him, his moaning weakened you, because you felt his hunger for you, “Fuck, Y/N, you are so beautiful, and I want you so bad!” as he said that, you lean to kiss him, because you needed to kiss him, his lips on yours, numbing your mind, while he uncover his pants hurriedly.

While he cherishing your shoulder and chest, which it was fully exposed at that moment, he lifted up his two fingers, to your mouth, pressing them on your lips. Understanding his intentions, you opened your mouth and covered his fingers with your mouth, hitting them with your tongue, as he leaned his head back and moaned. “That’s it, baby girl,”

You withdrew yourself, by licking his fingers and stare at him with dirty looks, glares pass through on your eyes, as getting the message, he slide your underwear to the side, and without any hesitation, roughly thrusting forward himself and entering you, a feeling of completed, placed in you, felt not alone, after so many years in your life, he filled you with his warmth. An involuntary whine, slip through your mouth, as feeling him inside of you, giving you a good pressure in there, and after hearing your whines, he pressed himself, deeper in you by holding your waist, pulling you to himself forcefully.

You started to move together, his huge hands on your waist, giving you the confidence to act freely, so you leaned your head to the back, as he gets a chance to grab your breast with his lips, putting soft kisses on them, as you moaned louder now, while his soft, slow kisses stealing your breaths by your lungs, intentionally.

His hand, lost the touch of your waist, and reached your hair, pulling them semi-hardly, shivered your body by his little move, Taehyung’s name falling on your lips over and over again, in this moment, as giving him to permission for going harder and faster in you, as he did. You both start to move faster, his touches, pressures grew harder on you, soft kisses turn into little bites, causing you to lose yourself in this hiding place of you.

You need a moment to hold on to him, so reached his shoulders to not pass out, by pleasure, as your wetness thickens on him, causing you to tremble with pleasure, you were the edge of coming, “I-I can’t,” you whispered but his little touch on your nipple, pulling it softly, cut your breathe so you couldn’t finish your word, but he leaned on your ear,

“Come with me baby girl,” his soft demand was the last drop for you so, you gave up to hold on and with a heavy shake, put your forehead on his shoulder, as he pulled himself in you, with a deep moan, he joined you.

Pleasure wandered around your body, while your heavy breathes meddling each other, his hand placed on the back of your head starts to patting you softly, while you trying to regain your strength. Little smirk placed on your lips, as the idea rushed through your mind, the idea of sleeping with Taehyung, feeling him at the deep down in you, giving pleasure at each other, soft kisses, touches that you received by him, you drop a kiss on his shoulder.

His hand stopped after your move, between on your heavy breathing’s, his hands grabbed your head, causing you to look at him in the eyes, an ache you felt on your lungs, by looking at his eyes, directly. His lips, placed on yours, semi-hardly but more emotionally now, as he put his forehead on yours, blowing his breathe on your face so they butt in each other.

“I love you, Y/N,” you grew weaker, with his confession, feeling his sincere emotions in you, hearing these caring words by him, you grew sicker on the heart, but from happiness. You wished to hear these words from him, at least a thousand times by now, you couldn’t even think of these words, coming from his mouth even in your vicious dreams, but here in this moment, you heard them by his lips. You felt his hesitations because of your quietness, so you look at him, by pulling yourself a little back, touch his brows, cheeks, and his lips while looking into his eyes, because you couldn’t be more thankful at this particular moment in your life, after all those shitty days, he was in your arms, kissing you with passion, with love. His eyes were impatiently looking at yours, needing an answer, so you leaned on his lips, softly brushed his lips, under yours.

“I love you, Taehyung,” your whisper, came out by your lips, reached him with a wide smile, placed both on you, by happiness.

Your heart grew warmer, with his touches on you, his lips, his love towards you, glaring eyes looking directly at yours, with full of love, you couldn’t ask more, reached the best moment of you, with him by your side, your hearts in peace, love for each other, so you just rushed your lips at his, making a kiss that could last forever.

———

[lemonietrinket]

Save A Nation ||| Johnny x Reader

Summary: Johnny knows how hot he is. Oh he knows. He also knows that a certain someone has had a crush on him for a very long time. And he also knows you’re not confident enough to address it. But this is the catch for you, you see: because he is. Genre: Fluff? I don’t think it is... But it ain’t exactly hardcore smut, is it? If ya’ll wanna kiss John Seo then this is a fic that caters to that very purpose, kk Warning(s): Johnny.  Word Count: 2965 how is this longer than the min&joo one wHaT Theme Songs: Flower Shower - Hyuna; Who Is In Your Heart Now? - Studio Killers AN: December 13 prompt, mistletoe! (credit: @songi-writes) Also, can we have some more appreciation for Johnny’s lips pls. They are the definition of beautiful!  And also my man Johnny in general like come on guys he’s out here serving looks, personality and comedy on a diamond encrusted plate my dudes, give him some attention

Set in a university.

~~~

The party was loud. A butchered club-remixed christmas song hammered the speakers at the hands of a completely sozzled DJ, as the throng of people shimmering like hyper-flammable lycra ebbed and flowed with the beat like shoals of plastic fish beneath the cheap strobe lights. House parties were never that good, if you were honest. But this one. This one was spectacular.

You wished you could say the reason for you believing so was actually good, or anywhere close to rational. But alas, it was not, since your reason was literally a boy.

Not just any old boy, though, in your defence. No no, it was the one of those god-crafted creatures whose blessed features had been cropping up in your line of sight ever since the beginning of the year. At the cafe, at the mall... Even in your favourite hidden-gem vintage charity shop.

One of those boys.

It was if Fate wanted you to do something.

But you never would. Never. 

Because you knew who this boy was.

Johnny Seo.

God of charisma, king of basketball, comedy gold. He was on the front of the university monthly magazine for nearly every edition, he had his own radio show, he got extra-special discounts at several bars because he was just so...

He was in the choir for god’s sake, and he was the one person no one made fun of for it. 

There was no way you would risk ousting yourself out for ridicule like that. You may not be the smartest in the world, but you knew that asking him out for him to inevitably turn you down would make you the laughing stock for the rest of the year. And that was the best case scenario. 

It wasn’t like you thought poorly of yourself, not at all. You were intelligent, and talented, and certainly attractive enough.  It’s just you knew you lacked something. The thing that separated him from everyone else. The thing that made him destined for the stars whilst everyone else settled for the moon. The thing that no doubt made you feel head over heels for him when you’d barely even spoken to him. 

It wasn’t your way to do things at all, but here you were. Caught in a daze, admiring him as he spoke to someone else.

You were so out of it, you hadn’t even noticed that that someone was actually your best friend. She didn’t see what you saw in the guy, and merely laughed at you when she caught you like this, rolling her eyes every time you stuttered an flimsy explanation at her. 

This time you were purely snagged on his lips alone.

Soft, gentle, the gateway to all the secrets that he knew, and all the words he could inspire the world with. Hand-drawn by an artist and delicately positioned on his features, their ulterior motive to make those lips hurt you as you dreamt of running the pads of your fingertips across them, touching them with your own, seeking a sanctuary and your own hell in them. 

God, it wasn’t fair.

Whoever got to kiss them even only once must have saved a nation in a past life.

.

.

Caught in your daydream, you were hardly subtle.

You never were.

Johnny couldn’t help but glance over at you whenever he had the opportunity, and it didn’t change in this case either. Even if your best friend was watching. Maybe if she noticed she’d urge you to do something after all.

He cracked a smile, completely unrelated to what your best friend was saying, at the thought of how shy you were. You just didn’t want to cause anyone trouble, whether it be him, your best friend, or yourself. You wouldn’t want to even be a trouble to the people you no doubt had invented in your own head, purely as a reason to stop you from saying anything to him. No, you wouldn’t even want them to exert themselves in mocking you.  You were wiser than he ever was though because he just let himself flow into things head first and then talked his way out of the consequences, always relatively unscathed.

But the fact remained, you would never do something. So it was on him.

He hadn’t expected to see you around in the same places as much as he did. You’d had a lot more in common than he’d expected when he first saw you. He thought you’d have been into much... less ordinary things. 

He didn’t know really, maybe the sunlight had dazzled him then, but that day in the summer when he first saw you, your laugh rivalling the entire world’s music, your eyes rivalling the galaxies above, your lips...

He was entranced by them then, just as he was now, transfixed as they gradually parted to mouth the thoughts charging through your head.  He wondered what you were thinking, whether it was about him.

Oh who was he kidding, he knew it was about him. You were all he could think about too, after all. 

Suddenly, something knocked his arm.

He snapped his eyes away, lips curving into a charming smile familiar to you—the one that always appeared when he’d been caught doing doing he shouldn’t be doing. 

Sucked to be him though, because your best friend was extremely gay and hella proud of it, and so wasn’t having any of his antics. 

“Hey,” she shouted over the music, “she’s been pining after you for months on end, Mr I’m-Seo-Hot-And-I-Know-It. Put me out of my goddamn misery and kiss her already?”

He blinked at her, startled but relieved nonetheless.

He had the perfect idea, and this was the cue to enact it. 

.

.

You barely registered the fact he’d walked over before it was too late. Johnny’s drop-dead gorgeous face and unwavering stare was focused solely on you within a single blink. 

Your daze shattered as you were thrust into reality.

He then said something.

You panicked.

You hadn’t heard what he said. The music had stopped too at that very moment, parting the sound for you to hear his velvet smooth voice as well as Fate had garnered it so, and your dumb ass hadn’t even been listening. 

Too focused on the pools of onyx that made up his eyes.

You cursed to yourself in your head. Pull. Yourself. Together.

All he’d said was hi.

“Hey, I was talking to your friend. She said you were feeling a bit overwhelmed by the party and wanted to leave but since she was being selfish and didn’t want to, you’d been stuck here waiting for her?”

He waited diligently for you to respond. Eventually you nodded dumbly. Realising that was the best he was going to get, with a gentle smile, he continued, “Well, I was heading out, and will happily walk you back, if you’d like?”

That smile wasn’t one you recognised. 

You scolded yourself for feeling a spike of excitement at that thought. You haven’t seen him that much, you haven’t seen every smile that those lips of his have curved beautifully into.

You were just too eager to jump on the ‘he sees me differently from everyone else’ train.  Which was obviously a poor reaction, in your opinion.

Oh, how little you knew. 

You managed a word this time, however. Congrats. “Please.”

He flashed you his characteristic, bright, welcoming, dashing grin, offering out his hand for you to take.

He just wanted to help you out of your chair. A gentleman. The way your breath hitched at that much.

It wasn’t wise to take his hand though. Your hand would be clammy from the heat of the party, and your nerves from just being close to him. And he may suspect something.

Ha.

But it would be too smart to listen to your own mental advice, regardless. You took his hand instinctively, and got to your feet a little bit too fast for your own liking. 

And then he asked you another question. This time you didn’t hear because it was too loud. And you had no hope in hell in guessing what it was, because you’d ushered your eyes away from his own. His eyes were too good to look into for long periods of time. Unhealthy for you. They made you blush too hard.

Wait was he doing the long stare deliberately?

.

.

He presumed your coat, if you had one and he sure hoped you did because it was cold out and he didn’t want you sick, was by the door.

Leading you through the crowds, flashing that smile at a couple of people to get them to move, with his hand very very lightly brushing your shoulder to make sure you didn’t get lost in the crowds. It was polite, but also protective. 

Maybe your past life had been pretty good. But had you saved a nation?

Probably not?

Reaching the porch, and seeing the mounds of coats, he sweat-dropped. Even if yours was in there, it would take forever to find it. 

“Hey, is your coat, like, not black?” he enquired, closing the door to block most of the sound from the other rooms.

You hesitated, forcing the cogs in your head to turn. Suddenly you hit a spark and remembered. “I didn’t have a coat with me. I forgot.”

He looked concerned to say the least, and you were confused as to why. Before you could think about it for even a second, he passed you a chic trench coat. It matched his outfit.

Oh no.

“I... no I—”

“Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine,” he insisted, catching onto your pause. He held it out, nodding his head and indicating for you to turn around. 

You obliged, and let him slip the coat over your arms, and up to your neck. Tying it up at the front by one button, it was huge on you. He’d forgotten how much taller he was than you.  Oh well, you looked absolutely adorable.

He could have kissed you right then. But he had to stick to the plan.

“Is it left or right to your apartment?” he asked, opening the front door to the cold outside.

.

.

Walking along the ice cold streets, at an awfully slow pace, you almost felt your heart return slightly back to normal. You felt bad for making him take such short steps, it being icy and yourself in nice but not exactly practical shoes for the weather. His legs were so long, you wondered what it was like to be tall. 

Actually, his legs were astoundingly proportioned, with those thighs—

“I know a shortcut, actually,” he announced, slightly out of the blue, especially for him.

Truth be told, he’d been trying to think of a way to get you to go with him to the tree. It wasn’t en-route at all, but he couldn’t think of a better excuse.

That being said, he couldn’t deny the impact taking in the sight of you had on his thought process.  It was a lot to handle, that was for sure.

“Oh, ok, sure.”

Turning the two of you into the park through the gate a few steps away, you quickly realised that there was no shortcut this way, having walked this way a couple of times before. But there was a real brightness in his eyes, and it wasn’t just the streetlights. He seemed excited. 

So you followed beside him, keeping up with his light conversation as best you could. Though you still couldn’t quite render what was going on. 

He’d asked you about your favourite bands, your favourite animals, what you liked to do on an evening. He moved onto deeper things, your opinions on the latest news events, whether you believed in ghosts, what you thought of conspiracy theories.

And though you were nervous, it didn’t feel wrong. Or worrying. Or unnatural. Eventually words began to flow from your lips like they normally did. Perhaps you were even more honest than you usually were. Johnny didn’t judge. In fact he just told more embarrassing stories about himself. Like where he’d got some of his scars from, some of the people he’d met, and what being in the choir was truly like.

“Honestly, I don’t know what those jocks are making fun of choir kids for,” he explained, “choir-ing is hard. Not only does everyone gossip over one another, but the teachers berate you too. There’s no loyalty in the choir, it’s a basket of snakes, all armed with not one knife, but two! Only the most wary and sly stay alive.”

“So how do you keep yourself alive then?” you asked, genuinely unable to see this man as ‘sly’.

“Good question, my secret, you see, is—” He glanced up, away from your face, to spot that he’d reached his destination. “—going to have to wait.”

Before you could protest, he utilised those long legs of his and took off quite far ahead, up the mound central to the park, crowned by a giant bare maple tree. You followed him, head and feet working separately as your eyes stared at him, where he waited.

You could still remember the folklore of the maple tree, told to you by your best friend when you met them under it. Fate made it so that if you kissed beneath it, your love would remain eternal. It was a bunch of crap really, because so many couples had kissed beneath its branches and broke up within weeks. You and your best friend had laughed about it numerous times before, hearing their sickly vows from where you sat in the summer a tree away, before making bets on how long they would—

Oh.

Your feet brought you to a standstill right in front of the man you’d admired from afar for so long.

“I’m sorry for dragging you a little further from your dorm,” he said, smiling sweetly and apologetically, “but I had an idea and I couldn’t let it go to waste.”

You noticed his hand, pointing upwards, above both him and you.

Your joints were heavy, out of shock and also the sheer will of wanting this to not be a dream.

There, above your head, was a sprig of mistletoe, tied to the branch and fluttering in the wind.

“I know we haven’t spoken much, but I’ve been so intrigued by you for the past year, and I know you have too,” he began, his words instantly bringing your focus back to him.

You pushed yourself to meet his stare. As much as it made you feel vulnerable, it felt so good to finally take them in at close proximity, to have them to yourself, to have him to yourself alone.

To you surprise, it was Johnny that looked away first, gaze looping to the grass, mottled with snow, as he continued, “And since I didn’t know how to move things forwards exactly, I decided that this would... well,” he looked back up, eyes glimmering with a smile at the corners, even if his lips did not follow, “it would at least be memorable, all cinematic, even if it didn’t...”

You stepped forwards, cold-blemished hands slowly edging up to his face.

Cupping his cheek, you flinched at how icy the skin you found there was, only to replace your hand with much more certainty after. His hand came up to hold yours, to press your palm into his skin.

It felt slightly rough, with some craft he no doubt could teach you. They were warm, strong, welcoming. You wanted to just, hold them. Between your fingers, against your cheek, to your heart.

You couldn’t manage to stare into his eyes any longer, the passion in his stare was too much to handle, and so you reverted to taking in the lines and shadows of his face.  You didn’t expect anyone this beautiful to even exist on earth and yet here a person was, with his soft skin and sculpted jaw and those inviting lips...

Shifting your hand out from his, you pulled it away, and instead to where you could feel his breath, cool and clouded upon your skin.

You pressed a single finger against the cushion of his bottom lip, running the pad across the etches, just as you’d dreamt of doing for so long. 

His hand came to meet yours once again, but instead held it still at his lips. And there he pressed a kiss into your fingerprint.

“May I kiss you properly?” 

You almost choked on your own heart at his words.

“Yes,” you whispered, standing as high as you could reach, your arms snaking around his neck to mirror his own actions, his hands dropping and holding you close by the waist. 

Your lips met and it was nothing like you’d imagined. It was so much more than that.

They were so much warmer, so much more sweet and delectable than you could have ever guessed. Ambrosian. You were in heaven by his touches alone, secure and protected from the cold and cruelty of the rest of the world, even if only for a moment. How could you have lived without this the whole of your life?

His hair was smooth to touch, as you wrung some tresses between your fingers, soaking up as much of him as you could.

He didn’t pull away until you did. And you only did so because you had lost all of your air.

You breathed heavily as you shivered in his arms, his forehead pressed against yours.

“Kiss me again?” you pleaded, voice barely anything more than the breeze.

He opened his eyes, fingers reaching up and stroking your hair away from your face. “Gladly.”

How many nations had you saved?

~~~

AN: Edited, and I honestly don’t understand how I expected you guys to understand some parts lol It’s legible now tho!

With some extra tidbits too yeee ....!

Hope you enjoyed!

Masterlist

.

.

Edited: 16th December 2019

Re-edited: part way through 3rd February 2020

[wonderwomanfantasy]

first times

Sirus Black x Reader

word count: 2,4,00

Warnings: Smut, Oral sex (fem receiving), insecurities, Sirius is a bit possessive in this.  I don’t specify in this fic but yes all characters are over 18 

Summary: you love your boyfriend Sirius, but you can’t help but be a little nervous when it comes to sex. I mean he’s been with nearly every girl in your grade, and your still a virgin. 

Sirius Black had a certain reputation around the school, it seemed like every other day another girl was gossiping at lunch about how she had fallen under the siren's spell. They almost seemed to brag about how well endowed he was or how masterful he was with his tongue. Their words always seemed to find there way to your ears, stabbing you in the heart on the way. You didn't have any right to be jealous, you weren't his girlfriend or anything. You were just another dumb girl in love with Sirius Black. Honestly, you should start a club or something. Unlike some of the other girls, you weren't all that interested in sex with Sirius. You hadn't even had your first kiss how could you even think about S-E-X. Sure Sirius was handsome, and that didn't hurt your crush on him but that wasn't the reason you liked him.

You were his partner in Potions. You knew better than anyone how sweet he could be. He was smart, funny, and was always willing to lend you a helping you out. He had even given you extra help with flying lessons, he was a natural you were a hopeless case. You couldn't pinpoint the day you fell in love with him. One moment he was a Just a friend of yours. Then you blinked and you had a crush on him. It stung to know he didn't feel the same way you did. He could have any girl in Hogwarts, why would he settle with his Potions partner?

You walked into the Potions dungeon, disgruntled. Pamela Fletcher had been proudly showing off her hickeys that were apparently the work of Sirius. It irked you. You didn't notice the festive sprig of mistletoe floating over each desk. You pulled out the homework from last class and started organizing your notes maybe that would take your mind off of Sirius. It almost worked too, you were able to distract yourself from the squeals of girls and the Cursing from the guys as they discovered the mistletoe. you ignored the rest of the world until someone tapped your shoulder.  You looked up and saw Sirius beaming down at you. Then you finally saw the mistletoe and Sirius kissed you.

The kiss was soft and tender. Even though you had nothing to compare it to, you knew it was a good kiss. “you know most people ask for a kiss before they just go for it.” you spluttered once he broke the kiss. Sirius licked his lips and hummed in thought.

“right, I'll try again then love. Can I kiss you (y/n)?” he asked. before you could answer he kissed you again.  His lips were so soft and warm, it was nice, but it would have been better if the whole class hadn't been watching. “better?” Sirius didn't bother to pull away completely, his breath still tickled your face when he spoke.

“you know damn well you were supposed to wait for an answer you git,” you hissed, although your words lacked any real venom. He was still cupping your face with both of his hands, it was nice.

“Oh, really? Well, third times the charm. Can I kiss you (y/n)?” his eyes sparkled with amusement.

“doesn't matter what I say does it? You'll just kiss me again right?” you accused, not that you were complaining.

“what can I say I like kissing you?” he leaned in again but before your lips could connect for the third time Slughorn burst into the room telling you all to take your seats.  You couldn't really focus on the lesson. Sirius had kissed you twice, and he liked kissing you. The hall was abuzz with talk of you and Sirius. Even if it was just for a few minutes, the whole of Hogwarts thought you were his girlfriend. You didn't get the chance to talk to Sirius until curfew.

“Sirius can I talk to you?” you asked calmly. He must have forgotten about the kisses.

“huh? You need more help on your broom?” he teased.  

“no I just wanted to know what made you think you could get away with kissing me twice out of nowhere.” you hissed. You liked Sirius, and it hurt that he thought he could just kiss you and move on.

“I really just wanted one kiss, but you were so tense I decided to give you a second chance,” your face grew hot.

“Oh excuse me I'm sorry my first kiss wasn't up to your standards Sirius.” you huffed. You had never felt so embarrassed in your life.

“that was your first kiss?” you had never seen Sirius blush before but here he was, red as a tomato.

“could you say that a little louder I think a few people in the dungeons might not have heard you.” you hit his arm in a not so playful way. He kissed you then mocked you.

“I'm sorry,” he whispered. Sirius apologizing, another first. “can I make it up to you? Let's go to Florean Fortescue's my treat.” he offered.

“like a date?” you croaked

“Yeah, if you want it to be a date,” and Just like that, you were dating Sirius Black. No one believed it, least of all you. Some random girl had managed to take Sirius Black of the market. And most stunningly of all. Kept him faithful. People placed bets on how many days it would be before he left you. But you showed them all up. Seven months and going strong, you had even made it through the summer holiday without issue.

You hated how girls shamelessly lusted after your boyfriend, some bolder girls even went so far as to ask him out.  Sirius was faithful to a fault. He normally rejected them politely but every now and then he would just take you by the waist and kiss you in front of everyone. Even though Sirius told you that you owned his entire heart, it was a little hard to believe him sometimes. He had been with so many girls before you what was so special about you that he decided to throw away the life of a bachelor?

You knew Sirius thought about sex with you. It was moments like this when he had you pinned to his bed. The kisses from Sirius were nice, making out with him was better. You would tug his hair ever so lightly and he would let out pornographic moans. You could get addicted to that sound. Sirius flipped you so you were sitting in his lap. Playfully, he nipped at your earlobe before running the tip of his tongue over the shell of your ear, making you shudder. His hands had found their way under your shirt on your waist. “can I move higher?” he purred against your neck. No one had ever touched your Breasts before. But no one had kissed you breathless the way Sirius did. He was like a drug when he kissed you, you couldn't think straight. you nodded. It felt nice there was no denying that but you couldn't help the anxiety that crept up on you.

Sirius had been with so many girls what if he couldn't help but compare you to the other girls he had been with. What if when he closed his eyes and saw Jane Pencoy's flawless, cream-colored skin. Or Augusta Green's perky breasts. Your thoughts were cut off when Sirius twisted your nipple experimentally. Sirius laughed when you cried out,

“I didn't hurt you did I?” he asked

“no, i-it felt good,” you mumbled embarrassed. Sirius kissed you again.

“Merlin Sirius, let the poor girl breath,” you shot back from Sirius to see who had entered the dorm room. Apparently, James Potter didn't knock before entering rooms.

“Sod off James. Your just jealous I can get the girl I like in my bed.” Sirius snapped before lowering his head to your neck sinking his teeth into your pulse point. James spun on his heal and left. Sirius really tried to get back in the swing of things but James turned out to be too much of a mood killer for you. You ended up just sitting next to each other and talking. You shifted on the bed uncomfortable.

“Sirius?” it was now or never “do you want to have s-sex with me?” see that wasn't so hard, you only stuttered a little bit.

“what kind of question is that? Of course, I do.” cool, your boyfriend wanted to have sex with you, now what?

“would you want to have sex with me tomorrow?” the two of you had the day off so why not.

“yes?”

“then we should have sex tomorrow.” he turned to face you, utterly baffled.

“(y/n) is this how you think people Sadducee one another?”  Sirius asked not sure if he should be amused or not.

“But like, isn't there a lot of things you have to to get prepared?” you questioned

“(y/n), making love with someone, it's supposed to start naturally, passionately, you don't force it,”  he explained

“well I'm sorry I've never done this before you know!” you shouted, you had never blushed so hard in your life.  

“that's what I'm here for Love,” Sirius purred, nuzzling your neck.

“great, then we have plans for tomorrow,”  you said nervously. Sirius huffed.

“Love what could you possibly need to prepare?”

“I don't know! I'm sure there's something,” you whined. Sirius started kissing your neck again his hands cupping your breasts through your shirt.

“James isn't going to walk in on us again,” he promised.  

“Sirius,” you whimpered. He sucked a little harder on your neck. “Sirius please stop,” you sighed. Sirius pulled away from you.

“I just want our--my first time to be perfect and I just need a little bit of time.” you assured him.

“okay baby, tomorrow,” he promised kissing the tip of your nose lightly.

You really had no idea what you needed to do. You found a black bra and black panties, you had shaved every inch of your body, lathered yourself in the oils and lotions that Lilly had recommended. There had to be something else right? Something you hadn't thought about maybe?  There was no point in staying up too late, you had to be well rested for the big day. You couldn't sleep, your heart was pounding in your chest so hard you were sure that the other girls in your dorm could hear it. You didn't really sleep that night, too exited for the day to come.

Sirius was kissing you tenderly. His hands gliding over your body. He moaned in your mouth his hands slipping under your shirt again. It wasn't the same as last night, because you knew it was building up to something more. Sirius started to unbutton your shirt, taking his time with ever button.

“Sirius wait,”

“yes, love?” he asked pausing.

“I-I know you've slept around and-” he cut you off

“I know this is your first time, I'm not stupid”

“that's not what I mean, I'm not as pretty as some of the other girls. So, so don't get your hopes up alright?”  you turned your head so you didn't have to look at his face.

“Love, you are so much more beautiful than other girl I've ever even seen. I can't imagine you looking worse with out clothes,”  he teased.

“are you sure? You don't mind that I'm not experienced?” you asked flicking your gaze back to him. His eyes were wide and dark with lust,

“it's a little selfish of me to feel this way, but I kind of like that your inexperienced.” he admitted popping the buttons off of your shirt. “Before we started dating, yeah I tried to stay away from virgins but with you, its different.” he sat you up pulling off your shirt leaving you in just a bra and your skirt. “I like being the only one who's ever touched you in this way, and I'll make sure you feel fucking amazing sweetheart.” he purred he kissed you neck down to your chest, your stomach. He nipped at the skin above the waistband of your skirt. You couldn't help but squirm when he removed the rest of your clothing.

“you need to relax Love, spread your legs for me,” he commanded nudging your knees with his knuckle. You ignored the heat in your face, and did what he asked. You could feel the heat of his breath  on the space between your legs, then you felt the tip of his tongue circle around your clit. He moved  soft and slow, taking his time in pleasuring you. Your legs clamped around his head when he found just the right spot. It didn't take long for Sirius to bring you to climax, honestly, neither of you expected anything less.

He kissed his way back up your body, his fingers replaced his tongue stretching you out. He left marks across your chest and neck while you yanked on his silky black hair. “you think you're ready?” he purred

“y-yeah I mean as ready as I'll ever be,” you encouraged. He was big, stretching your walls  around his cock. You yelped. You raked your nails over his tone back. He staid still letting you adjust to the size of him.

“okay, you can move,” you breathed. It burned slightly but the pain faded to pleasure. Sirius kissed you passionately, one of his hands lowered between your legs his fingers expertly toying with your clit expertly.  

“Sirius I-I'm close,” you warned feeling the pleasure build in your core threatening to spill over any minute.  

“Cum for me baby,” Sirius muttered against your ski, and for the second time that night, you came for Sirius. He was quick to follow your example and cum for you. Sirius rolled you over on the bed laying you on his chest letting you catch your breath.

“I wasn't to rough was I?” he asked running his hand over your head.

“No, It was wonderful Sirius,” you praised.

“I'm glad I could make your first time special.” Sirius pulled you closer and kissed your forehead. You were suddenly overcome with a sudden wave of emotion.

“Sirius my first time was always going to be special as long as it was with you.”  

[dyns33]

Millory

Crimeverse! Someone asked for idiots ? So the three F for you : Fluffy, Funny and Fools. (No smut then sorry sorry) 

           Her name was Mallory. She had been recruited by Madison, as an assassin, which had surprised everyone at first, because Madison never recruited anyone, and especially because the girl who had presented herself with a wreath of flowers in her hair and a shy little smile did not look like a killer at all. She had, however, intrigued Michael, who had decided to test her, and seeing that she had potential, but lacked stealth and precision, he had offered to train her. At first, everything was going well, no one was paying attention to the new girl, but when, by dint of seeing them together, Madison had launched the nickname "Millory", rumors had begun to circulate, arriving of course in the ears of Duncan. He did not want to pay attention to that. Damn it, he should not have paid attention, because he loved Michael, he knew that his lover was loyal, he would never go with anyone other than (Y / N) or him but he had wanted to check anyway. And he did not like what he saw. Training sometimes required the two killers to be physically close to each other. Too close. And the rest of the time ? They talked, sometimes eating together, Michael smiled, laughed, he seemed very close to his disciple. Duncan had never seen him like that with someone who did not fuck with him. So besides being furious, he began to be afraid.

 xxxx

           "You should have seen them together ! It seemed as if they had known each other for a very long time, that they adored each other ! He did not take his eyes off her, I'm sure he did not even notice that I was there !"

Without looking up from her book, (Y / N) listened with one ear Duncan's nonsense and complaints, while trying not to burst out laughing at so much nonsense. Yes, she had seen Michael and Mallory together. She had spoken with the young woman and found her absolutely charming, fully understanding why Michael liked her, and she was happy to see him having a friendly relationship with someone, when he was usually so cold and shy. But Duncan did not see, blinded by jealousy. In a way, the situation was a bit funny, because it was very rare that Duncan was jealous, outside of their relationship. He sulked when Michael spent more time with her than with him, he pouted when she moaned more with Michael than with him, and even if he had made progress, since the accident they did not talk about, Duncan remained a proud man, who, even if he agreed to not have more, refused to have less. That was perfectly legitimate, and (Y / N) thought he was adorable when he was having a spoiled child tantrum, but this story with Mallory was different, because it meant that he thought Michael was able to leave him, he who had a visceral fear of being abandoned. Absurd. And hurtful. It was possible to calm his fears with a single sentence, but (Y / N) decided not to do so, to give a good lesson to Duncan, the seducer, the playboy, who flirted all the time even if it never went far away, and yet allowed himself to be mad when his darlings were acting like him, or were angry because of his behavior.

           "You worrying for nothing Donut." she said simply. "They are friends, Michael has the right to have friends."

           "Of course he has the right, I'm not a bully, but I do not trust this girl ! I'm sure she'll try something !"

           "And so what ? Michael will reject her. This is not the first time someone has fallen under his spell, without him doing anything to make it happen."

           "You really do not understand anything !" Duncan groaned, stamping.

It was not the first time a member of his organization had a crush for Michael, it happened quite often with the new ones, but they were far too intimidated to try anything. And, if ever one of them were a little too confident, forgetting for a few moments that Michael was not free, not interested and above all very dangerous, Duncan was using his negotiating skills to calm the fool's fervor. It meant seducing them first, then frightening them. And it worked every time. But not with Mallory. She absolutely did not seem to be receptive to his advances, despite all his efforts. He had used his heart-turning smile, a wink around the corner, put his hand on her shoulder to say hello... Nothing. Mallory remained professional, looking at him with big innocent eyes, calling him "Sir".

           "She wants to win my trust, that I drop my guard, that I believe she is not a threat, while she uses her youthful beauty to seduce Mikey, and once she succeeds, we will have no chance, she... "

           "Duncan." said (Y / N) firmly, closing her book. "Come and sit down."

Even though he was the Boss, he could never refuse anything to his lovers. Neither his Mikey, with his supplicating glance, nor his kitten, with her threatening look. He obeyed, grumbling despite everything. She took his hands, forcing him to look into her eyes.

           "You trust me, right ? And you trust Michael ? You'll entrust us with your life, as we'll trust you with ours, so stop worrying for nothing. You disturb the work, you disturb the customers, you disturb the employees and, above all, you disturb Michael."

Indeed, Michael had noticed that Duncan's behavior was not normal, but he could not understand why. He did not really have any reason to complain, since his lover was strangely tactile, giving him cuddles for no reason all day long, yet giving off a negative aura. He was hiding something from him and Michael did not like that. When he asked the kitten, her answer was that she did not see what he was talking about. According to her, Duncan behaved as usual, like a moron. Michael shrugged his shoulders, deciding he did not have time to deal with that because of his training with Mallory.

xxxx

           The mission went off without a hitch, proving the exceptional abilities of Mallory, who had killed all her targets without ever being spotted or injured. The Office decided to celebrate this event, in order to welcome her officially among them, despite the reluctance of the boss, who did not want her to be the center of attention, even if it would undoubtedly move her away from his Mikey. Except that at some point during the party, Mallory and Michael disappeared. Totally panicked, Duncan ran around the building to find them and stop what they were doing, because he was still convinced that she was going to try something. And his certainties were only confirmed when he heard moans coming from a room, recognizing the voice of Mallory.

           "Mikey, I order you to get away from this vicious witch !" he shouted as he opened the door to surprise them.

And Mallory was actually half-naked, on a desk, cheeks red and short of breath... with Madison, totally naked, between her legs, who was looking at him, gaping.

           "Boss ? But what are you doing here ?!"

           "Macarena ? But... But..."

           "Get out !"

Duncan closed the door quickly, scarlet cheeks because of shame, to discover that (Y / N) had followed him and was looking at him with a smirk.

           "You knew."

           "Yup"

           "And you did not say anything."

           "Nope. It was so funny to see you panicking, you're so cute when you're jealous."

The main reason for his panic then appeared at the other end of the hall, revealing that he was going for chocolate, because, of course, Michael could not party (or live in general) without sugar. Grinning, he tried to understand why (Y/N) started to laugh at seeing him, while Duncan looked ashamed.

           "What's wrong ?" Michael asked, biting into his chocolate.

           "Donut is stupid."

           "Oh, nothing new then."

After another little tantrum, telling them it was them who were stupid and deserved to be punished, Duncan went to sulk in his office, knowing full well that he would join them in their bed in some hours, like every nights.

Tag ; @allyadarth @kahhlo @sloppy-little-witch-bitch26 @gold-dragon-slayer @moonagecordelia @isoldedax @sununicorn 

[lindsaylouus]

The Cause, The Make Up, The Aftermath Pt. 2/3

A/N: This is my first smut, Lord help me. Again, long af, I’ll work on it, promise! I’m not 100% happy with it, but it’s super fun. I’ll keep trying and hopefully improve! Thank you so much for reading! :)

Warnings: A little language, oral and unprotected sex.

THE MAKE UP

Hyunwoo eventually finds you hiding behind your bedroom door; after a failed attempt at trying to scare him, you throw yourself into his arms and both of you tumble onto the bed in a fit of giggles. You lay on top of him for a little while, getting totally lost in his smile, his eyes and his heart. Just existing in this moment together is pure bliss and you don’t want it to end. 

Eventually, you slowly lean your face down toward him and kiss his lips. That’s where you stay, connected, heads switching lazily from one side to the other. You love him so much. The kiss becomes heavier, passion laced between your tongues that are now gliding against each other at a painfully slow pace. His hands find their way from your hips, travelling naturally down to the well of your lower back. His fingers hook under your shirt to feel the softness of your skin, his warm hands, a stark contrast to your coolness.

You break the kiss and move your knees to either side of his hips, and sit up. Grabbing the front of his shirt, you pull him up to meet you; nose to nose again, beaming at each other, giddy from the wild anticipation filling your bedroom. You slip his denim jacket off his shoulders as he proceeds to pull out of the sleeves and kick off his shoes. He pecks your lips before removing your top and discarding it on the floor. Noticing immediately that you aren’t wearing a bra; he takes full advantage of roaming his burning hands all over your exposed back. He pulls you in to smother you with kisses; you take off his cap and place it on your own head, making him chuckle. You run your fingers desperately through his hair.

He buries his face between your breasts; you throw your head back as he begins to leave a trail of fire from your chest to your jaw line. Knowing how to push your buttons, Hyunwoo leaves a gentle but raspy breath against your ear, then runs his tongue over it. Electric chills spark up your spine from something so simple, but anything from him has you seeing stars. You grow impatient though, hooking your fingers under his shirt and yanking it aggressively over his head. You can finally grope at his neck and bare shoulders, God, you love his shoulders. Your fingers stroke his biceps and the sides of his face. ‘What now?’ You tease, pressing small but lustful pecks onto his neck. He reacts to your comment by grabbing the backs of your thighs, flipping you both so he’s now hovering over your body. His eyes dark yet soft, his breaths deep yet unsteady. He takes off your shorts and underwear, along with his jeans and boxers. You’re about to throw his cap onto the pile until he stops you, ‘can you keep it on?’ You’re genuinely surprised, ‘really?’. He just winks, turns the cap sideways and plants wet kisses from your forehead downwards. You shrug it off and focus on wherever your boyfriend’s lips are journeying to.

Hyunwoo sends kisses, licks and bites cascading down your naked body until he reaches your core. Your muscles tighten instinctively, he pauses for a moment, looking at you concerned. ‘Y/N, you ok?’ You lift your head slightly, ‘fuck yeah’ was all you could muster as a reply. He flashes a devastatingly beautiful smile, ‘open your legs for me.’ Killer words for you to hear and he knows it. He instantly grips your knees, closes his eyes and begins his masterful work on you. He caresses your core, first with the flat of his tongue, stroking you relentlessly. Once you’re getting worked up; hearing you breathe faster and daring to whisper his name, he begins to ghost the tip of his tongue along your swollen clit. He speeds up, then slows down, driving you crazy in the best way. You run your fingers through his hair as he continues his sinful act.

Hyunwoo keeps going, faster and faster, your hips begin pushing against his mouth. Your muscles tense, every inch of you on fire. He knows you’re right on the edge, at the cusp of your climax. 

You completely fall all over him, the extreme ecstasy building at the centre of your body, blissfully escaping your mouth and filling your bedroom with almighty volume. 

Once your breathing calms; he leaves a few long and languid strokes on you, before moving upwards towards your face. He just looks at you for a few moments, your eyes are squeezed shut because of the overwhelming rush your body has just been through. You open your eyes, seeing Hyunwoo’s face above yours, looking at you with pure love and adoration. You feel like the luckiest person in the world, never feeling safer than when his warm, golden body is resting on yours.

He remains silent, but gently places his forehead against yours. You let out a sigh of complete contentment and kiss him. You kiss him with every ounce of passion you can muster - you’re not done yet. You want to give him all of you. You attack each others’ lips, you wrap one arm around his shoulders, the other grips his right bicep. His muscles tense in exhilaration.

After whispering, ‘I love you,’ he ever so slowly enters you. You keep hold of him, never wanting to let go. His hips start to dance against yours, a rhythm to match the erratic beating of your hearts. Despite the moisture coating your bodies from loving each other, you desperately try to coat your lips with saliva, but fail, your mouth bone dry. Hyunwoo leans down and glides his tongue over your parched lips. Fuck. This guy. He just smiles at you, clearly proud of himself. You grab his hips, pulling him into you deeper, warranting a sudden, deep moan from him. ‘Is that how you're gonna play this?’ He asks. ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about,’ you laugh back in response. 

He proceeds to lick down your neck, taking your hands in his and pinning them above your head. He kisses your breasts and sucks your nipples, all whilst continuing to pulse into you at speed. He’s close, every muscle in his strong body, on edge. You decide to slide your hands from his grip, hold his hips and guide just the tip of him in and out of your entrance. This feels so fucking good. His eyebrows stitch together from the sensation. You take him all in suddenly, causing him to groan again. You do this a few more times, he’s so, so close.. You take your finger, glide it down your body to your core. You begin to touch yourself underneath him, noticing what you’re doing, he can’t help but look. Your other hand in his chestnut hair as you continue to feel the swollen softness of yourself, just for him to watch. Still pushing himself into you, he watches as you raise your finger and bring it to your mouth. Sucking on your own diget, his eyes bore into yours. That finishes him, he crumbles completely into you, his body solid above you. 

After coming down off the high, he collapses on top of you. You giggle and squeeze him tight. ‘Sorry Y/N’ he says, forever worried that he’s going to crush you. Hyunwoo goes to push himself up, but you hold his naked body to yours. ‘Not yet, stay with me.’ He’s softening inside you, but you’re higher than cloud nine with your man spent and lying his head on your chest.

The only sounds in the room are your slowing breaths, as you stroke his head, he eventually comes out of you, lays by your side and holds you. ‘Y/N?’ ‘Hmm?’ You respond, on the verge of sleep. ‘You’re still wearing my cap.’ You’d kept it on this whole time. ‘Sorry babe, it’s nice and sweaty now. But in my defence, you asked me to keep it on. Why, by the way?’ He just chuckles and pulls you in closer. ‘I love you,’ he whispers, ‘thank you’. ‘You don’t need to thank me, and I love you too,’ you say, as you pepper kisses on his chest. ‘Speaking of sweaty,’ he begins, ‘We should shower.’ ‘Agreed,’ you sleepily say, not moving a muscle, 'you first’. He slinks off the bed, walking over to your side and throws you over his shoulder. ‘Uh, Son Hyunwoo! What are you doing?!’ You argue, but in all honesty, your lack of energy and the idea of a wet Hyunwoo makes your protest weak. ‘We should save water, so you’re coming with me.’

I think it’s fair to say, the two of you had well and truly made up.

[trashayfanfiction]

Ash+Sing: Distance

What I got out of the Sing/Ash anon request. I’m assuming they wanted it shippier, but this is as much as the boys wanted to do for me (Sorry).

More of a loose character study than anything else.

Also, I have a lot of time to write over Thanksgiving holiday, so I’m likely finishing one of my current 4 WIP’s (Eiji/Yue/Dino Dead Dove, Panic Attacks, Ash/Eiji switching smut, or another Ch in Meaning of Love) unless an interesting thing is dropped in my requests .

...................................

He denied it being a crush, at first. He was always frustrated with who this white boy was hanging around Shorter. He knew Ash practically lived at Shorter and Naida’s, as much as a street kid lived anywhere, but Sing never caught a glimpse of him until that night in the mansion. He knew of his name. It was impossible to not know his name.

He heard that name around, and straight out of Shorter’s mouth. Both contexts were extremely different. Other people’s interpretation of Ash he agreed with more, “He’s a demon.” “He’s an evil faggot,” “Don’t trust him, he’s a savage bitch.” He compared that to Shorter’s nonchalant: “I’m going to hang out with Ash Lynx.” “Ash Lynx says this, Ash Lynx does that,” “This one time Ash…” Sing was about sick of it, and he told Shorter so a few times only to be laughed off and asked if he was jealous.

               Obviously he was, because an eleven year old couldn’t go out and cause trouble like the older kids. He could, he lacked adult supervision enough to do what he wanted, but the older boys wouldn’t let him, saying he was ‘too much of a kid” ‘not cool enough’. When he learned of Ash’s dead friend Skip, he somewhat understood, but he was still bitter someone even more ‘a kid’ than him was allowed around.

               After Shorter was missing, when he finally saw Ash that night, Ash looked like the devil. It scared him, but made him angry. How could someone betray everyone to save himself. He hated this man. This kid -three years wasn’t a significant age gap in the grander scheme of things. He hated him.

He didn’t respect him, but appreciating and acknowledging your enemies abilities was wise.

               He would have continued to hate him. He didn’t think he would have warmed up to him if it wasn’t for the foreign boy, speaking his broken English insisting on all these good things.

               Sing had outgrown ‘role models’ after Shorter. Ash was a rival he told himself, on a different level, but still a rival. It was acceptable to respect a rival.

               The more he got to know him, the less this became true. He grew up in those two years, physically and emotionally, but Ash was still ahead of him. Even though Ash hadn’t progressed. He may have even moved backwards. Sing saw more of his vulnerabilities in that time. His survival instincts weren’t as strong as what Shorter had described. Sing didn’t yet to realize weaknesses could be an indication of character, this is something he learned retrospectively….

Ash wasn’t his type. He was too ‘pretty’, ‘delicate’, charming; he didn’t trust it. He liked tomboys, they seemed transparent. Not real boys, not pretty boys. Yut Lung was dangerous. Sing knew beauty was an easy veil. Tomboys seemed genuine.

               But that’s one thing that enthralled him; Ash played both sides well, the killer and the friend. He couldn’t put a finger on what side was real, more dominant. Was he the ruthless killer, and only opening up for a special few; Shorter, Eiji, just an act? Sing liked him, respected him now, but……

               He blushed at how much he was thinking and kicked himself. This was embarrassing. An ill-tempered white pretty-boy didn’t deserve this much of his attention. He had better things to do.

               But Ash continued to be around.

               And Ash barely noticed him. It frustrated him to no end, being brushed off and dismissed.

               Ash was always around. Whether he liked it or not.

               Eiji was the reason he stopped hating Ash. He was shocked someone cared about a monster. Eiji told him the truth about Shorter, but he had a hard time believing it. Though the more he interacted with Ash, the more he could maybe see….

               It wasn’t a crush, but Eiji was rubbing off on him. He watched Ash intensely, just now not always to learn his fighting habits. Eiji caught him looking a few times…. Actually, everyone did, much to his dismay. The only one who didn’t comment on it was Ash, which frustrated him to an extent. Was he not important enough to acknowledge? His gang ragged on him about that; that Ash needed to respect him as the new leader of Chinatown.

               He brushed them off. He no longer wanted to fight Ash.

               He made the misstep of asking Eiji how Ash was like when he was alone; when it was just them…

He was met with a sly grin, “Why? Do you like him?” The way he said ‘like’ insinuated something else… Sing felt his face heat, so he left the conversation.

               Eiji wouldn’t stop teasing him though. Sing took advantage of the other’s broken English to give it right back, but Eiji was either too oblivious or shameless to be cornered.

               After getting particularly flustered…

“I think you’re the one who likes him!”

Eiji smiled at the accusation, all charm and untouchable, “…I do,”

………………………………………..

This became a regular thing between them; teasing to the point of frustration, but learning little things.

…………………………..

“And I want you to stop flirting with him!” The Japanese boy sounded more irritated than he likely was.

He had finally rattled Eiji and was feeling good about the reaction, when Ash stomped in from the other room. They must have woken him up from a nap.

“Stop picking on him and get out!!” Ash slapped him on the back of the head and pointed toward the door. Sing scurried out as fast as he could, slamming it behind him, heart pounding. He leaned against the door, trying to catch his breath.

Ash… Talked to him!

He couldn’t believe it! He turned and crept the door open, just as confirmation it was really him.

               Eiji had his arms around the other’s shoulders and was leaning up into the blonde, mockingly scolding him for being so mean. Ash looked so at peace, especially compared to the grouch he was moments ago. His blonde hair even more yellow in the incandescent light, body relaxed, only attentive to the man in front of him.

               He wondered what it was like to have that effect on someone so dangerous.