#and that's not even getting into the forearm / hand / bottle holding combo in the second pic GOD

[danthropologie]

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[drabbles-mc]

Out of Town

Bishop Losa x Trans!M!Reader

Little combo of Day Four of the July Prompts and an Anonymous request: vacation and Can we possibly get a small drabble preferably some fluff, of Bishop with a transguy? Idea wise accidently run in with the reader during some club stuff?

Warnings: alcohol, Bish being a big ol’ flirt

Word Count: 1k

A/N: This is my first time writing a fic of this pairing. I tried to be diligent and respectful, but obviously if something strikes a bad nerve please don’t hesitate to reach out to me and let me know! Also, instead of meeting during club stuff, I had them meet in the aftermath of it. Hope that’s alright. Enjoy! xo

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It had been a long few days for the club, and the last thing that Bishop wanted to be doing was looking at any of their faces. So, without a word to any of the guys, he took a ride, pulling off in a different town to find a random bar and blow off some steam.

You noticed him as soon as he walked into the bar. It was a pretty consistent crowd of people who came in on Friday’s, and he definitely wasn’t one of them. He moved silently up to the bar, trying not to draw attention, but you couldn’t pry your eyes away from him as he sat down on the stool next to yours. As he sat down and situated himself, you were able to get a decent look at the patches of his kutte. You knew nothing about motorcycle clubs and you couldn’t pretend to, but you’d be willing to learn.

He waved down the bartender and asked for a beer. He’d noticed you watching him from the second he sat down, and finally, without turning to look at you, he broke the silence between you, “Yea?” his tone was angry, per se, just tired.

“Sorry,” your face instantly felt hot, wishing you could handle yourself with a little more stealth or grace, “Just, um, never seen you here before.”

He turned to look at you, a curious expression on his face, “You know everyone who comes in and out of here, then?”

You laughed, “Almost,” nodding towards the patches on his chest, “Santo Padre? Bit of a drive just for a drink.”

He nodded in thanks to the bartender as they handed him his drink, “More about the ride than the drink.”

Not that you could really explain why, but you felt a smile tugging at the edges of your mouth, “Right.”

Both of you fell quiet once more. You wanted to have something more to say, but something told you that he wasn’t up for much of a conversation, and that was fine too. Every so often you’d glance over to him, and he’d usually being staring intently at his beer bottle, clearly deep in thought about something. You drummed your fingers on the outside of your glass as you looked around the rest of the bar, every now and then eavesdropping on conversations happening around you that seemed like they might be interesting.

He was a couple beers deep before he finally seemed like he was in a space to talk about much of anything. He braced his forearms on the edge of the bar, toying with the nearly-empty bottle in his hands, “Any other new faces in here tonight?”

You chuckled, shaking your head, “Nope.”

He turned to you, a soft smile on his face as he arched one eyebrow, “Really? None?”

“Well,” you leaned forward, mimicking his position, “no new faces worth my time.”

He laughed, “You this smooth with all of the new guys?”

“No,” the bartender chimed in with a smile on her face, “No he’s not.”

Chuckling, you roll your eyes, “Thank you for the support.”

She laughed, letting her gaze linger between the two of you for a few moments before getting back to pulling together drinks for everyone else at the bar.

“I’m Y/N, by the way,” you offered up a smile before taking another sip of your drink.

“Bishop,” he nodded as he looked you over, gaze a lingering a little more meaningfully than when he first saw you when he walked in.

You returned the favor, taking the time to study his face a little more. The grey that was beginning to take over his beard left you fighting the urge to reach out and twirl your fingers into it. Despite the fact that there was a hint of a smile on his face, you could see the exhaustion in his eyes, the stress he was holding in his brows.

After a few beats of silence, you spoke up, “You seem like a man in need of a vacation, Bishop.”

He laughed, shrugging his shoulders, “Can’t say that I’m not,” he paused, “You offering to take me on one?”

Heat flooded your entire face, and you hoped you sounded more confidence in your response than you felt, “Well, you already rode this far. What’s a little more?”

He smiled and it made you glad that you were seated, that the weakness in your knees had no real repercussions, “But who would be taking attendance at the bar?”

Chuckling, you shook your head, “I’m sure they’d get along just fine. I think the real question, presidente,” you nodded towards the patch on his chest, “is: who would be in charge if you took off?”

He looked over at you, his eyes searching yours, “Guess it wouldn’t really be my problem at that point, right? I’d be gone.”

“For good?” your voice had a teasing tone to it.

He gladly took the fresh beer that the bartender brought him, “Depends,” he took a long drink, “would I be going alone? Or would you be going with me?”

“You don’t even know if I’m a good passenger yet,” you laughed.

He turned slightly so that he was facing you more directly, “I think you’d do just fine,” he set his bottle down, his fingers brushing lightly against your forearm.

The look in his eyes made your face flush, the light but calculated touch making your skin spark, “You’re a little reckless, aren’t you, Bishop?”

He paused, one end of his mouth twisting into a smirk, “That such a bad thing?” The question hung in the air for a few seconds before his fingers crept and landed completely onto your forearm, the rough pads and callouses of his palm somehow feeling gentle against your skin, “That a no to the vacation offer?”

You smiled, trying to speak through the burning sensation in your cheeks, “I didn’t say that,” you took a steadying breath, “But I would like to know the man who is, hypothetically of course, going to whisk me away on the back of his bike.”

He chuckled, thumb tracing idly back and forth on your arm, “Then what, in this hypothetical situation, would you want to know about me?”

“How much time you got?” you laughed.

He gave your arm an almost-imperceptible squeeze, “All the time in the world.”

[megglepie]

The Bonnie & Clyde AU is so fun and interesting, I really hope you enjoy this snippet I wrote for the night Hizashi & Oboro decide to run away. It’s not proof-read so excuse any errors or auto-corrects (I’ll fix if it ever gets posted in a compilation on AO3) - 💜Ren

“Oh shit-“ Hizashi’s breaths were coming quick, his gaze darting between the broken edge of the trophy’s arm and the limp figure on the ground, “Oh god, Oboro, I- Oboro?!”

He forced his eyes away from the man at his feet and turned to his best friend, who was still crumpled on the floor a few feet away, clutching his face.

In the blink of an eye, Hizashi forced himself to take a deep breath and move his legs - which had felt heavy and frozen in place. He dropped the bloodied old trophy and darted across the room, kneeling by his friend’s side.

Gently but urgently, he pulled Oboro against his chest to get the other boy mostly upright, fingers grasping Oboro’s chin to turn his head for a clear look at the damage.

There was a long, nasty gash stretching from the hairline of his dusty blue hair to nearly the middle of his cheek, still oozing blood slowly and dripping onto the blue-haired boy’s shirt.

“Oh god,” His hands were trembling as he swept a thumb over Oboro’s right eye of clear away the blood dripping there, “Hey, hey, are you with me?”

He thanked their lucky stars that Oboro’s eyes seemed to still be fine as he blinked blearily at the blonde.

“Zashi...” Oboro moaned brokenly, his speech slurring as he tried to push himself up on unsteady hands, “Zashi- what...?”

“Okay, okay,” Hizashi glanced back at the other form lying face down on the floor, motionless, “We gotta get out of here, Obi, I’m sorry- but- but we can’t stay!”

“Hurts-“ Oboro choked out, his own hands coming up to grasp the side of his head and coming away sticky with blood.

He gave a shaky gasp as his own eyes drifted over to his father’s limp form, bloodied hands grasping at Hizashi’s arms which were holding him up, “Dad- he’s-“

Hizashi shivered despite the walls of the house protecting them from the winter winds outside, “I know, I- Listen, I think you have a concussion, okay? You need help, Obi.”

Oboro gave a choked sound, but tried to keep his legs steady as Hizashi pulled him to his feet and tugged one of the blue-haired boy’s arms over his shoulders, “Stay close, okay? I think I have some stuff we can use at the house.”

His eyes lingered on Mr. Shirakumo’s crumpled form for a few more seconds before he shuddered and pulled his best friend toward the front door, nearly stepping on the broken trophy as he hurried out into the cold.

The winter chill against his cheeks was a shock and he blinked as he pulled Oboro’s stumbling form in the direction of his house, which was only a short walk away.

The entirety of the short journey was a blur, Hizashi’s thoughts whirling in panic as he tightened his grip around the blue-haired boy and tried to mumble reassuring nothings to keep both of them moving.

As they entered the quiet house and flipped on the kitchen light he was reminded that his mother had taken his sisters out of town for the weekend to visit their grandmother and his brothers were staying at a friend’s house.

He gave a silent whine of relief as he pushed Oboro into one of the rickety chairs at their table and hurried off to the back room.

He returned with a package of bandages and a bottle of alcohol that he’d known his sister boarded under their bed after the last time his younger brother had fallen off the bed and gotten a nasty cut on his forearm.

She’d spent a week’s wages from the salon to buy those and he cringed as he peeked inside and realized he’d likely be using the remainder.

Entering back into the kitchen he sighed with relief at the realization that the bleeding had slowed significantly. Oboro had removed his shirt while Hizashi was away and pressed it over the wound to hold pressure, despite wincing in pain.

As Hizashi drew close he removed the bloodied shirt and laid it across his lap, taking a deep breath as Hizashi reached out to soak a clean corner with the alcohol cleanser, “That’s gonna hurt like a bitch.”

“P-probably,” Hizashi answered, deciding that an empty reassurance wouldn’t do either of them any good.

He dabbed the cleanser over the gash quickly so as not to prolong the pain, biting his lip as Oboro hissed against the burn.

He then dumped the shirt back into the blue-haired boy’s lap and began peeling the backs off the bandages, muttering a quick apology as he pinched the edges of the gash together and then applied the butterfly bandages to help the wound heal closed.

A sound startled both of them and caused them to jump simultaneously, Oboro’s eyes shooting open and going wide as he stared over Hizashi’s shoulder.

He looked back to find his father standing in the doorway, his large burly frame filling the small space.

His dull eyes flickered between the bloodied t-shirt draped over Oboro’s lap and the bandages in Hizashi’s hands.

His father met his gaze again and gave a disinterested grunt, “Don’t get blood on the floor.”

Hizashi swallowed around the lump in his throat, “Yes, sir.”

“And turn the damn lights off when you’re done.” The man mumbled as he turned and disappeared down the hallway.

Despite knowing his father was already out of earshot, Hizashi ducked his head, “Yes, sir.”

He turned back to his friend and raised his hands to continue the line of butterfly bandages that he was meticulously applying, trying to get his fingers to stop trembling.

He’d been an idiot to think for even a second that his father would have stepped in to help...

“Shit,” His vision grew blurry as he took a shaky breath and blinked rapidly, trying to will away the hot tears forming in the corners of his eyes, “This is so fucked up, what-“

“Zashi,” Oboro croaked out, his mismatched eyes calm if not a bit dazed as he met the blonde’s frantic gaze, “Calm down, man.”

“Yeah,” Hizashi nodded and pulled away to scrub the back of his hands over his eyes quickly, “Sorry, I’m good, I’m good.”

Oboro hummed and closed his eyes again as he let the blonde continue to patch the wound on his head back together with sticky butterfly bandages.

When he was done, having used nearly the entirety of the pack of bandaids and the bottle of alcohol, he ducked out of the room to retrieve a clean shirt from his small collection of hand-me-downs.

He took the fabric between his teeth and yanked hard, tearing it into strips that he then wrapped around the right side of his best friend’s face.

When he was done he gently grasped the other boy by his shoulders and pulled him to stand, beginning to maneuver him out of the kitchen, “C’mon, the others are with Ma so the back room is empty.”

The small, rickety old house only had three rooms - his parents’ bedroom which was where his father had disappeared to, the kitchen and front room combo, and the back room where the kids slept when they decided to stay inside.

There was only one bed in the small room, the youngest two of his siblings usually taking the bed while he and his four older siblings slept on various piles of clothes and blankets on the floor.

Tonight though the room was empty and Hizashi guided Oboro over to the unoccupied bed, providing steadying hands as he helped lower the other boy down.

As Oboro got settled with a pained groan, Hizashi raced back to the kitchen to clean up the mess before his father could get up to check it.

He checked the floor for blood, sighed shakily, and flipped off the lights before tiptoeing back to the bedroom.

“Oboro?” Hizashi said quietly, voice tight with nerves as he hovered in the doorway of the back room, “Are you... do you want me to sleep on the floor or...?”

What was he supposed to say, to do? He’d just... no, there was no way the other boy wanted to be around him now. Not after what he’d done to Mr. Shirakumo.

Oboro was quiet, turned toward the wall with his back facing the door so that the right side of his face wasn’t pressed into the bed.

Hizashi shuffled his feet and stepped into the room hesitantly, readying himself to settle onto the floor when a voice made him freeze.

“Get up here.” Oboro rasped out, slapping the empty side of the bed but not turning away from the wall.

Silently Hizashi slid into the bed beside the other boy, pressing close by instinct to share body heat. He opened his mouth, unsure of what to say, and then closed it again.

He was sure he’d never fall asleep, his thoughts racing and unable to close his eyes lest he be affronted by memories of a broken trophy and quickly growing pool of blood.

“Hizashi...” Oboro’s voice was quiet in the dark room, but because of how close their bodies were Hizashi could feel the words rumble in his chest, “Hizashi, we can’t stay here.”

“I- I know,” Hizashi answered immediately, nerves making his tone shaky, “I know, if Ma finds out I let you sleepover, she’ll be pissed... I know we have enough to stay in the motel tomorrow night, but after that I’m not sure-“

“No, we can’t stay in town,” Oboro interrupted, turning to him finally.

The boy’s golden eye was hidden now by the torn t-shirt covering his wound, but his sky blue left eye glimmered in the moonlight with fierce determination, “We have to leave before... before they find my dad.”

“But...” Hizashi’s chest tightened, “But where would we go?”

“Anywhere,” Oboro shrugged as much as he could for how crammed they were in the small space, “Anywhere but here.”

“But we don’t have anywhere to go...” Hizashi’s voice trembled as he stared at his best friend with wide eyes.

“Where doesn’t matter,” Oboro said softly, “We just can’t stay here or else we’ll both have hell to pay. You... you’ll go to prison for murder, Zashi.”

The word broke the blonde boy’s resolve and he curled forward, tearing his eyes away from Oboro’s steady gaze as he tried to hold down the knot in his throat and tears welled in his eyes.

“M’sorry, m’so sorry, I-“ Hizashi gasped for breath as his sobs caught in his throat and a shudder wracked his thin frame, “I can’t believe I- oh god, Oboro, your dad-!”

His voice was tight with horror and disbelief as a gut-wrenching sob tore from his lips, eyes squeezing shut as hot tears slipped down his cheeks and he tried to stifle the sound of his crying.

“Hizashi, look at me,” Oboro’s voice was low and solid, cutting through the roaring in his ears and drawing his gaze back up to his best friend’s face, “It wasn’t your fault, okay?”

“It is my fault!” Hizashi whisper-shouted back, voice trembling, “It’s all my fault and now when they find- when... we’ll have to leave home and-“

“Zashi...” Oboro’s wrapped an arm around his shoulders and shook his head as he pulled him into a weak hug, his voice somber, “This place was never home anyways.”

Hizashi sobbed brokenly into his best friend’s shoulder, but any objection he had died on his lips as he realized the blue-haired boy was right.

This has never been their home.

And it never would be.

[weirdlyhornyforegos]

Darkiplier x reader

Anon: 15, 22, 30, 33 with dark?¿ i found those 2 b an interesting combo...... 😳

15: “You take my fingers so well don’t you?” & 22: “Look at you, I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already shaking.” & 30: “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” & 33: “Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic.”

MINORS DNI! I just... Uhh... Kinda went off in there somewhere, hope ya like.

You had always had a fascination with Dark’s hands, even before you started dating. The way they moved, how he used them to talk, to emphasise what he was saying, to get attention, and order people around.

In short, he’s good with his hands, and knows how to use them.

God, does he know how to use them.

And sometimes, you would get in a mood where all you wanted is for him to use them on you. Uses his hand and fingers to make you fall apart, over, over, and over again.

Which is exactly what is happening, where you’re now spread out on your bed. 

Dark had noticed you staring at his hands all day, so as soon as you were both able to, he had lead you to your bedroom, whispering filthy promises on your ear the whole way, hands barely touching you. Teasing with feather light touches, not doing much except just riling you up even more.

As soon as you’re in your bedroom, Dark orders you to strip and get on the bed, which you quickly do. Dark notes your eagerness with a smirk, but says nothing, content to just watch as you scramble up on the bed.

You settle on your back, and Dark climbs up between your legs, still fully clothed, not even loosening his tie. He leans down to kiss you as his hands settles on your ribs, thumbs stroking circles in your skin, and making you draw a shaky breath when the kiss ends. Dark chuckles, leaning back a little, letting his hands wander, just watching your reaction as they travel across you. 

Touch fleeting, fingers barely skimming against you, never really putting any pressure on you, our touching you were you want him to. 

You draw in a sharp breath when his hands briefly brush against your crotch, but whine when he moves to your thighs. Dark chuckles, grabbing a hold of each thigh, pushing them even wider apart. 

“Stay like that for me.” You do just that, keeping your legs spread wide for him while he leans to one side to fish out the lube you keep in the nightstand. He also takes off his jacket, folding it neatly and placing in on top of the nightstand. He rolls his sleeves up, giving you a good look at muscular and veiny forearms. His grin is smug as he notices your gaze, settling between your legs once more. 

The pop of the lube bottle opening makes you jump a little, you had already forgotten about it. 

Dark coats two fingers with lube, before letting them slide down to your entrance, only teasing first. Your breath is shaky as he teases, only stroking back and forth with two fingers, nothing more. His hand not at your entrance is holding on of your knees, making sure you keep your legs as open as you can for him.

When he does sink one finger in, he does it slow, clearly in no hurry like you wishes he would be. His pace is slow, barely there, moving in and out of you in an agonising pace. You moan and whine, but he doesn’t speed up or add another finger. His hand on your knee squeezes as you try to rock down on him.

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

“Yess, yes, Dark, please. Please, more, more please.” Dark hums, and then finally, with some more lube, he adds another finger. It stretches you wonderfully, so you gasp and rock down on his fingers. Still, he doesn’t speed up, letting you do most of the work. 

Dark’s grin is smug, lazy almost, just watching you move against his fingers. 

He gives you a long once over, and speeds up slightly. You moan, relived to get more of what you want. His voice is low and rumbling, you can barely hear him above your shaking body, spinning thoughts, and your need for his fingers.

“Look at you, I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already shaking.” Dark leans down, and starts planting kisses along your collarbone. As he shifts, his tie falls down and strokes along your stomach, tickling you slightly. At the same time his fingers move inside you, getting an even better angle, so you can’t help the moan that escapes you. 

Dark chuckles, continuing to finger you while kissing your skin. He moves from your collarbone to your neck, a third finger finding its way inside you. You gasp, and your hands fly to his still clothed shoulders. 

He continues to kiss your neck, even making a few hickeys while doing so. He finally speeds up, fingers going in and out of you at a fast pace, finally. Moving up, he plants a small kiss right below your ear, chuckling low and deep.

“You take my fingers so well don’t you?” His voice is low, barely above a rumble as he speaks right next to your ear. 

“Yes, yes, yes.” You’re a rambling mess, you don’t have the words to express yourself. So instead, you turn your head towards Dark so you can catch his lips in a kiss. Is a bit of an awkward angle, but Dark gets what you’re trying to, so moves so you can kiss him properly.

And with a particular thrust of his fingers, your orgasm comes slamming into you out of nowhere. You shake apart under Dark, moaning into his mouth as he keeps kissing you. When he takes his fingers out of you, you feel weirdly empty. Letting you catch your breath, he moves down to kiss at your neck once more, waiting for you to recover.

To Dark’s surprise, you let go of his shoulder, putting your hand in the middle of his chest and pushing at him. He falls on his back, and within seconds, you’re straddling one of his thighs while he leans up on his elbows. Your hand goes to his cock, palming it through his pants. His hips snap into your hand and you grin.

“Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic.” You mimic his teasing tone, and he growls your name in a low warning. You ignore it, opting to pull him close by his tie, kissing him hard. 

Your hands keeps working him over as you kiss, pressing and palming until you can feel a wet spot form under your hand. 

Only then, while still kissing him, do you unbutton his pants, and slip your hand inside, taking a hold of his cock. He bucks up into your hold, as you use the pre-cum leaking from his cock to smoothen your strokes.

You nip at his lower lip, biting ever so slightly, and he growls, trying to push himself up more, but you don’t let him, hand on his shoulder, keeping him just where you want him.

It doesn’t take long before Dark is close, and as you thumb at his head and bite at his lower lip, he growls your name and cums in your hand. You stroke him through his orgasm. 

When he’s done, you lean back and up, sitting up and licking his cum of your hand. Slightly breathless, Dark watches you do it, his eyes following your tongue. 

As soon as your hand is clean, Dark tackles you to the mattress, kissing you hard as he presses you down. 

The night is far from over, and you can think of many ways to use his (and your) hands.

[itsallabigmess]

Crescente | Part Three

Slow burn Friends to Lovers AU Jinyoung is less of an ass in this one

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You stop halfway downstairs when the smell of fresh-made coffee hits your nostrils. You see a hotel employee coming from the pool area, carrying an empty large trail, make his way to the front door of the villa without noticing you standing there, on your pajamas, hair disheveled.

“Good. You are up,” Jinyoung appears in between the curtains that frame the window door, looking like he’s been up for a while and… is that a smile on his face? “I ordered breakfast,” he says, signaling with his head you should follow him before disappearing through the door again.

There is more food than you both need for breakfast, but your stomach growls happily to the sight of it. “Don’t we have to pay for breakfast if we ask it through room service?” you ask, examining the table, trying to decide what to devour first.

“Don’t worry about it,” he says simply, serving himself some coffee.

From the chair, you stare at Jinyoung for a long minute until he notices, and you have to direct your attention to the scrambled eggs. He seems to be in a better mood this morning but maybe it's too early to tell. Most likely is just another sign that he wants to stay inside the villa for the rest of the day, maybe the trip.

Having breakfast by the pool does have its perks. First, you don’t have to worry about being socially presentable. Opposite to Jinyoung, who you swear is wearing the same white shirt and green knee-long shorts combo he wore the day before, you can only imagine how messy you look. And you really don’t mind flicking some sleep sand from your eyes while chewing on bacon.

It’s also quieter. And even though it seems hotter than the day before, it’s nice to have breakfast outside, where you can smell the sea and hear the sound the tree brands make when the wind hits them.

“Did you bring sneakers?” Jinyoung asks suddenly.

You frown, puzzled. “Yes, why?” you answer, sipping on the juice to make the food go down faster.

“There’s this hiking tour that leads to a couple of waterfalls,” he explains. “I thought we could do that today if you don’t have anything else already planned.”

“I don’t,” you tap on your half-empty glass of juice, eyes narrowed. “We don’t need to, though. Do things together,” you blink at him, waiting to see his annoying perfect posture melt as he sighs in relief. But since he says nothing you continue, “You can stay here if -”

“I do want to,” he says matter-of-factly, one last long stare at you before reaching for his cup and taking in the rest of his coffee.

“Okay,” you blink once, twice, trying to read his expression.

“Okay,” Jinyoung repeats. And there it is again. The reluctant smile on the corner of his lips that you saw minutes earlier.

---

It doesn’t take long for you to understand the weird look the tour guide had given you once you step out the van: your sneakers are not appropriate for hiking, and you were about to have a really hard time doing so.

You focus on the bumpy ground below your feet, walking slowly and trying to avoid some rocks that look slippery. You still manage to stumble enough times to have Jinyoung’s hands holding you by the waist all the way to the first stop.

Or maybe he just wanted you to walk faster since everyone else seemed to pass by you two.

You only realize how sweaty you are and how much your feet hurt when you find yourself a rock to sit by the natural pool. Leaning forwards, you make a cup with both your hands and splash the cold water on your face, neck, and arms.

The guide tells the group has around 40 minutes to enjoy the place before starting the second part of the trail. So instead of just jumping in the water, you decide to take a moment to rest and enjoy the view.

Jinyoung does the same, sitting by your side, handing you the water bottle he took from inside your little bag. He’s still being quiet, but definitely less sulky, looking a bit satisfied as he leans forward to touch the water, wetting his face. Such an improvement from the day before.

He elbows your side when it’s time to go. You growl when you are standing on your feet again, feeling the blisters stinging on your heels. You feel Jinyoung’s grip on your middle when you start stumbling again. You wonder how he would react if you asked for a piggy ride, but brush the idea off.

You can contain a sigh of relief when you hear the sounds from the waterfall. Ignoring whatever new instructions the tour guide was passing to the group, you find another place to sit, lifting your feet from the ground and stretching your legs in the air.

“You look flushed,” Jinyoung states the obvious. This last hour was a great reminder of how out of form you are. Bringing one foot over your knee, you remove one of the sneakers slowly to see the damage.

It’s not as bad as you thought, even if there’s a thin line of blood on your ankle and a bump on the bottom of your feet. You ignore Jinyoung’s hiss to the sight of it and take off the other pair. It’s similarly bruised. You don’t care. There will have plenty of time to feel the pain and tiredness once you are back at the resort.

Your shirt and shorts are off in a second. You pack them inside your bag and try to hide it behind the rocks. You are sure the only people there is from the group you came with, all guests of the same resort, but somehow it still feels weird to just let your bag for anyone to see. Even if other people don’t seem to care about it.

There’s a sting on your heels as soon as you first step into the cold water. You give it a minute to get used to it, to how cold the water is. Looking up, you start to notice some guys getting ready to jump from a higher stone, the first one screaming before he disappeared inside the water, making little waves.

Step by step you enter the water, letting your body adjust to the coldness of the water. Taking some air, you dive in completely, surprise that even if the water isn’t as clear as the one you swam the day before, you could still see small fish on the bottom, unbothered by the people around.

You feel another person jumping into the water a bit too close to you. He smiles apologetically in your direction, the guy who disturbed your little moment of peace. You nod in recognition, feeling he is about to say something when you feel a pull from behind.

“Jinyoung, what…” your words get cut when Jinyoung pulls you even closer, placing both your arms around his neck. His hands slide to your waist, holding you against him. Your legs come up automatically, closing around his waist as if it was something you were used to doing.

It takes a moment for your mind to function. You’ve been friends for over a decade and you never been this close to Jinyoung. “What are you doing?” you ask under your breath.

“Just go with it,” he whispers, and you feel your body tense as he plants his lips on your shoulder, and then again on the curve on the neck. He is not kissing you. But the way he keeps his lips over your skin makes you strangely warm.

“As happy as I am to see that you decided to join me…” you place a hand on the back of his head, hoping he would understand it as a sign to look at you. “Can you please tell me what’s going on?”

“Did he say something to you?” Jinyoung leans back, but his stare is focused somewhere behind you.

“Who?”

“That frat-looking guy,” he growls in annoyance, and you turn around as much as you can – which is not much considering how Jinyoung is still holding you – but is just enough to see the guy who almost fell over you, starting to climb the rocks towards the jumping point with someone you assumed was his friend. “He was at the boat yesterday,” Jinyoung says, pulling your attention back to him. “He… Well, they were talking about you. About the women in general, but the tall one seemed highly interested in you.”

You shouldn’t just wander around. That’s what he said to you yesterday. You thought he was just being annoying but now you understand Jinyoung was just being protective. A trait of him you got to know well back in college but didn’t expect now that both of you were in your early 30’s.

“Oh, he’s kinda cute,” you pretend to look over your shoulder, your little smirk turning into a giggle when your friend raised a brow. “I’m kidding. He’s definitely not my type.”

“I don’t know, he does look a lot like your ex,” Jinyoung goads, lifting his chin. “He sounded just like him, too.”

“Shut up.”

“I’m sorry,” Jinyoung snickers, wrinkles forming around his eyes. You missed that kind of smile.  But it was not enough to distract you from how his hands were firmly holding your thighs, keeping you right there, against him. And how oddly comfortable it feels. “I’m also sorry for being weird lately.”

You focus on his eyes, face turning serious again. “That’s okay. I get it.”

“Stop doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“Being nice.”

“Fine,” you say with a sigh. “I was really close to slapping you last night.” Jinyoung smiles again, satisfied. “But still, I get it.”

The way he looks at you makes you more relaxed. As if he just remembered that you were someone he could be comfortable with. That he doesn’t need to worry.

“Thank you, for not asking about it,” he says.

“It didn’t seem like you wanted to talk about it.”

“I didn’t before,” he agrees. Behind you, you hear someone screaming, and then the sound of someone hitting the water hard. Jinyoung moves his hands to your waist, gently detaching you from him. “Not here.”

There are some forsaken rocks at the edges of the waterfall. It is still close enough for you to feel the tiny drops falling over your skin. You twist your hair to get rid of the excess of water and wonder why the hell Jinyoung still has his shirt on.

“You will get a really funny sunburn,” you point out, twisting the sleeve over his shoulder, only to Jinyoung undo it.

He holds his forearms over bended knees, his gaze at the distance. “How much Jackson told you?”

“Only that you guys have just broken up.”

“No, it was not recent,” Jinyoung looks at you for a second, before staring down at his hands. “We haven’t been together since before thanksgiving.”

You are surprised. That last time you saw them was right after Christmas, in the last gathering of the year between your friends. You never knew Jinyoung to be the type that displays his physical affection towards… well, anyone. So, revisiting your memories, they seemed fine. Laughing and talking with everyone like they always did.

“It was mutual, the breakup,” he says. “Somewhere last year we just…we both fell out of love. But we were so used to being together, it took us some time to admit we no longer were a couple.”  

“That’s understandable. You’ve been together for a long time.”

“It wasn’t a bad break up or even a sad one. We are still friends,” he pauses, eyes meeting yours. “But it feels weird not having her around. Not doing things together. I guess that’s what messed me up.”

“I’m sorry,” you say, simply. He smiles, staring at the ground. You enjoy a minute of silence before you press your shoulder against his. “You could have called me, you know. To talk, hang out. Not be alone.”

“I was going to. And then you knocked at my door and asked me to come on this crazy trip with you.” You scoff and, surprisingly, is enough to make him laugh loudly. Jinyoung throws an arm around your shoulders, bringing you closer. “I’m glad you invited me. I really am.”

You stay there for a long minute, resting your head in his shoulder. You like that, the feeling you can be comfortable with each other again.

The tour guide lets you know you’ll be leaving for your next destination in about 15 minutes. You growl to the reminded that you have to get back on your shoes. “If we are going to do something like this again,” you say, lifting one foot in his direction, “I need to buy a decent pair of sneakers.”

Jinyoung makes a face to the bruises on your sole and you expect him to push your feet away. Instead, he lowers it to his lap. “We can do that after this tour is over.”

“Maybe I should buy a camera, too.” You sigh, appreciating the view around you. “Or at least a waterproof case for my phone. I can’t just visit places like this and not take photos to distract me once I’m back at work.”

On your side, Jinyoung swifts, opening the zipper on the side pocket of his shorts. Your mouth darts open when he places a GoPro on your hands.

“Tell me you didn’t have this yesterday.”

“Okay, I didn’t.”

“I’ve changed my mind. I still want to slap you.”

In a minute, you manage to capture a decent amount the photos, a panoramic video of the whole area, starting at the trees and ending when the waterfalls so gloriously. You turn to Jinyoung and snap a photo of him when he’s looking away. “Turn to me,” you say, brushing back the black locks that fall over his eyes before taking another picture of him, and then one of yourself. “Take one of us.”

You hand the small camera to Jinyoung, and he stretches his arm enough to capture both of you. “You know,” he says, swiping through the photos you took. “At this point, I imagined you would have figured how to take decent selfies.”

He turns the screen to you, a very out of angle picture of yourself displayed. “I’m an editor, not a photographer,” you defend yourself, taking the camera out of his hand and turning it off before handing it back to him. “Besides. I’m decent at taking photos, it’s just the selfie part that I can’t quite figure out.”

The rest of the group is already gathering to leave. Jinyoung helps you climb down the stones, but not before he takes a photo of you. He grins at the device, and when his eyes meet yours again, something gets agitated on your chest.

---

The next trail was mostly a straight line across the jungle to a small village and then going down some wooden steps until you reached the final stop.

Compared to the previous waterfalls, this is your favorite. You stand still, amazed by the water cascading down the wall of jagged rocks.  You don’t wait for Jinyoung and find yourself a place where you can sit somewhat comfortably and feel the water falling on your back.

The sun hits your front and you are taken over by the same feeling you had the day before; you are calm, happy, in a way you haven’t been in a long time.

Lazily, you watch as a mass of bodies shift up and down the center of the waterfall to get their perfect picture. It’s funny how, from a distance, they seem to be in a worry to leave the shallow pool at the end of the fall. Meanwhile, you wish you could lay down and let your body merge with that natural paradise.

The spell you are in is broken once Jinyoung approaches. He let his body get soaked before sitting by your side. “You okay?” he asks and seeing the little frown that forms on your face he adds. “You look a bit drowsy.”

You sigh, smiling weakly. “I’m just overly relaxed.”

That magical feeling disappears as soon as you arrive at the resort. After another hour of walking around the waterfall grounds, you and Jinyoung split from the group and arranged a cab ride towards downtown. You have local food for lunch and grab some other sweet snacks after finding a decent pair of running shoes and some bath products you can’t wait to use.

The sun was already halfway down when you finally entered the villa. It was a miracle that you were able to escalate the steps towards the bedroom. Tiredness hits you hard and you can’t do much beyond dropping to the floor, groaning.

“Wouldn’t be better to shower before laying down?” Jinyoung suggests, passing over you and lowering the bags he so kindly offered to carry.

You roll your head back, glimpsing at the bathroom door. How pathetic would it be if you just crawled all the way to the bathtub? “You can go first. I don’t think I will be able to get up for the next 5 minutes. Maybe 10.”

You are still on the floor when Jinyoung leaves the bathroom, minutes later. He stops by your side, crossing his arms over his chest and you ignore the judgmental look you are receiving. You pout and whine for him to help you get up, ready to blame him for how much your legs and feet hurt. But Jinyoung smells so well, looking all clean and fresh. It makes you aware of how raggedy you must look.

A thin fog fills the bathroom as you sink in the bathtub. You scrub your body with a soft loofah and make sure your hair is clean before leaning back and closing your eyes, letting the warm water make its work to relax your muscles.

The silence is broken by the sound of three knocks at the door. You let Jinyoung know that it’s not locked, and he opens it, just enough to be able to hear you clearly. “Are you open to the idea of having dinner here instead of going out?”

“Honestly? Room service sounds great.”

Food is already there when you leave the bathroom. As much as you were loath having to use the stairs once again, legs still feeling heavy, you can’t deny how enjoyable it is not having to deal with people and dine quietly by the pool. You still make a mental note, though, to not let this become a habit for the rest of the trip.

“Somehow I don’t think I can just fall asleep,” you say, getting on your side of the bed an hour later, stretching both your arms and legs.

“We can watch a movie,” Jinyoung suggests, pulling an iPad out of his messenger leather bag.

You raise a brow as he sits by your side. “I’m actually surprised you didn’t bring your laptop.”

“I thought about it, and then worried it somehow will be ruined by sand,” and before you can say anything, Jinyoung adds: “Believe me, sand always finds its way. This is more practical anyway,” he shakes the iPad to you before logging into the resort wi-fi.

“I just thought you might be working on a new book.”

“Not yet,” he says, scrolling through Netflix. “But when I’m not home I prefer to write on paper instead of typing. I always have a notebook with me.”

You lay down on your side lazily, hugging one pillow. “Oh, I remember,” you say, the memory of when Jinyoung used to be a very insecure writer coming back. Even if he was a year ahead of you in college, he always asked you to proofread his texts. That was how you found out which career to follow.

Jinyoung picks a movie, a comedy neither of you have seen before and lean the tablet against the headboard, pressing play. You share a few giggles and comments, but twenty minutes later, he notices you have started to doze off.

“Are you sleeping?” Jinyoung asks quietly.

“No,” you mumble, even though your eyes are closed. It takes a long second for you to open them, and it feels impossible to keep them that way.

“You are tired,” Jinyoung stops the movie, placing the iPad over the bedside table.

“No, I want to watch it,” you protest in vain. You both know you won’t last more than a couple of minutes before passing out completely.

“We can watch it tomorrow,” Jinyoung pulls the comforter over your body, and you hum in pleasure with the feeling of him raking his fingers through your hair gently.

“Are you being this nice to make up for being an ass yesterday?”

“Yes,” he says. “Is it working?”

“Will you stop being nice if I say yes?”

Jinyoung doesn’t answer, but you feel him move a bit closer, his hands going deeper on your nape.

You smile, yawning in the process. Jinyoung watches carefully as your expression softens and your lips part slowly. He makes sure you are completely gone before getting up and turning the lights out.

[love-kazin]

First Time

Genre: established relationship, smut.

Pairing: Lee Junho x Reader (female).

Warnings: mature content. 

Word count: 3.210.

REQUESTED.

The usual movie-date night was going very well and common, until Junho distracted you from the film with a more interesting activity. You felt ready for him. 

-x-

The movie you both decided to watch was indeed interesting, but it could never beat Junho's pecks on your shoulder.

"Jun... the movie..."

"I rather focus on you, babe."

This man truly knows how to destabilize you. And it wasn't something you didn't liked. After all, his soft lips always made your body burns and wants more, and he never failed in fulfill your wishes. His hot breath making you squirm on the couch, his open-mouthed kisses climbing to your neck and his hand turning your face to him. His intense gaze was the final part of the combo that got you worked up. Those moments always leads you both to a heated make-out session, and you could live like that.

Ok, so maybe not that much.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't saw the way Junho gets every time you stop the moment. He doesn't show any objections, of course. Junho is a decent guy and respects you all the time. That's why he always excuses himself and goes to the bathroom, returning with a kinda wet and cold face. And even when you don't wanna look, your eyes disobey and sees that he's the one worked up. 

Sometimes you could feel how he was prepared. But it never happened like now.

You were laid on the couch with Junho hovering your whole body. His right hand supporting his own weight, while the left one started to caress your waist above the shirt. Your legs were around your boyfriend and you kissed him like he was the last bottle of water on a sand desert. The living room could combust at anytime because of the fire between the couple, and suddenly, just kisses wasn't enough. So your body felt the need to pull Junho closer. More specifically your legs. Doing that, his crotch founds yours, making you both moan with the pleasure wave that rushed through your bodies.

And this was the first time you both moaned in front of each other. About kisses, you could say you were kinda an expert, because you kissed Junho so many times, also trying to fulfill your desire for him. But things stopped there. Always. Knowing that, Junho was the one who stopped the make-out session this time.

"This was... I think we crossed a line..."

He was now realigning himself on the couch. Plump and red lips, breathless, messy, spectacular. And you needed more of that. More of him, entirely. At the same time, you were debating with yourself, because it was visible - at least for you - how much you wanted that man, but you never did anything post-kiss. You never crossed the line. Not with him, not with anyone. But you knew he did. Lots of times. Junho was really easy-going, good looking, charming and flirtatious. He used all his advantages to win your heart. And you see every time you go out how people look at him. It was really easy to fall for him. Or want him.

This always makes you kinda freak-out. You're also very good looking and easy-going, but you tend to be shy with people you don't know. Or situations you never passed before. Just like sex. What if he doesn't like to do it with you? And if you do something wrong? Lord, you turned into a shy armadillo whenever he appears shirtless! How could you ever see him naked? Or worst, he seeing you in your glory! Nothing wrong with your bodies, but you would be so red naked with him. Just like a tomato. But you also never felt connected with someone like you felt with Junho. So if it was to have a first time with someone, this person should be him.

"Excuse me a moment, I need to use the bathroom."

You sit on the couch and held his forearm. It was now or never.

"Jun... I wanna... Keep going..."

His whole face turned into a surprised one. Molding to a concerned right after.

"Are you sure? We don't need to if you don't feel like. I've always respected your choices and I'll keep doing it."

"I really want it. It's just... How can I say that?"

The redness in your cheeks could be felt, and Junho looking at you with penetrating eyes wasn't helping at all.

"Don't be shy, babe. Talk to me."

"Jun... I've never did... That. I never went forward."

He was kinda speechless. Till a shy smile appear.

"So, you're saying that... If we do it, I'm gonna be your first?"

You just nodded and looked at your hands on your lap.

"And... Do you really wanna do it? Like, with me? You want me to be your first one?"

"The only thing I have sure right now is that I want it. I want you."

He let out a brief breath as response. His bright smile and the redness in his cheeks made you giggle.

"So, if you allow me to love you..."

Your heart skipped a beat thinking about what was about to happen while Junho pecked your lips. Holding your hand, he turned off the TV and made the way to the bedroom. Closing the door, he moved till your back was pressed against his chest. His mouth dropped to your shoulder, your hair being moved away to give more allowance. Nipping at your skin and licking it, Junho started to raise your shirt, but so slow that made you impatient. Removing it yourself, you turned to face him. He bite his own lip and pull you closer.

"Don't rush or I might have an heart attack."

You giggled and captured his smile in a kiss. Junho's hands were on your hair while you devoured his lips, your favorite thing to do. Your fingers made their way to the hem of his thin shirt, climbing with the fabric, breaking the contact of your lips to pass it through his head. Now you were the one nipping at your own lip seeing and touching his abdomen and chest. At that moment, you couldn't see his almond eyes closing to enjoy the feeling. Your arms stopped around his neck, making him look at you.

"Hold on, babe."

His strong arms went to the back of you thighs, making you jump and circle his waist with your legs not to fall. Junho walked with you like that till the large bed. Making you both comfortable, his mouth went to your clavicles, setting aside the bra strap, but never taking it off. Kissing your chest above your lingerie, looking at your eyes, made you feel a whole new wave of pleasure. But making you nervous while his kisses went down and down, all over your stomach, until he reached your shorts.

"Can I?"

With a nod, you allowed him to leave you only on your black underwear. The shyness was there, but it became so small when he looked at you with those burning and lustful eyes. Junho raised your leg to his face, beginning a trail of kisses since your shin to your inner thigh, making you feel electric sparkles. Smirking, he climbed all the way to your neck, whispering on your ear.

"You're so beautiful that I wanna frame this image on my mind forever."

That gave you a power you didn't knew you had, and you just turned the positions, climbing in his lap and making him sit with you. With a boost of courage, you took off your own bra, looking expectantly at him. But he was frozen.

"Jun? Did I make something wrong?"

"You could never... I'm just mesmerized..."

Your face looked like a red pepper. He chuckled and you hit his arm.

"Don't say those things... I'm shy..."

"I can't hold it, you look so good... And it feels so right to have you in my arms."

You kissed him, lustfully, inebriating his organism, until there wasn't more oxygen to breath. He then started to mark your neck, lightly, and you grinded yourself on his crotch, making his breath hitch and your waist be squeezed to continue. Your hands were pulling his black and soft hair while he trailed off to your breast, making you moan his name.

"Junho... You're wearing too much clothes."

He chuckled and looked at your face.

"Feeling impatient, huh?"

Seconds later, you were kneeled on the mattress looking at him on the floor, removing slowly his own pants, being covered only by his white boxer, making it possible to see him hard. You couldn't say if the hot sensation in your face was because you were shy or if it was because you'd combust looking at the masterpiece in front of your eyes.

While he climbed again on the grey sheets, you laid so he could lay inside your legs once again. The feeling of his warm body against your own was making you lose your sanity, and his tongue working on your nipple wasn't helping. He's so good that you didn't realize his hand moving to your panties. Oh, but you did felt his fingers pressing your clit.

At that moment, it was a lot of Junho for you to handle, but you could never get enough.

"Hmm, more..."

"All for you, babe."

His hand went inside your panties and he breathed loudly.

"Did I make you this wet, sweetheart?"

But you couldn't answer because a loud moan escaped from your throat when he moved his fingers through your wetness. Junho started to circle your clit making you whimper and close your eyes as a good sensation ran through your whole body. Slowly, he stopped and licked his fingers, tasting you. It was so hot, it only made it worse to control your desire.

"Please, I want you..."

"You're gonna kill me talking like this..."

While he trailed his mouth against your stomach, he removed the last piece of cloth from your body. Finally, you were completely naked in front of the man you love. Vulnerable and horny. It was kinda weird this new sensation, but you wouldn't rather be in any other way.

Those brown and sharped eyes making you squirm in anticipation. Junho's a teaser. He started with simple pecks around but then he moved to your inner thighs, holding them beside his head, kissing closer and closer slowly. You didn't wanted to vocally ask for something, so you just looked at him trying to show it with your pleaded eyes. He smirked and you felt his tongue on your folds.

How could something be so good? You could melt at anytime, just from him licking and kissing you just right. So gentle. Your whimpers and moans only motivating him to proceed. Oh, but you truly didn't expect him to stick his tongue inside you. It was a whole new world this experience and you were seeing stars. Nothing ever felt so good and surreal.

"Oh, sh- Don't stop..."

He didn't until you were shaking underneath him. In that moment, you could feel his digit inside your center. Since you were relaxed, it didn't hurt. Junho didn't rushed because he didn't wanted to hurt you.

"This is good, babe?"

"Y-yes... You can move."

He rolled his finger, pumping in and out in a calm rhythm, sucking at your clit. Looking at your expressions all the time, he started to introduce a second finger, and this time you whined.

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay, just slow your pace."

Since you were a virgin, your walls were very tight. Plus, it was new to feel fingers that weren't yours and had just begin to know your body. But Junho didn't fail in treating you right, at a pace you could handle. Establishing a steady rhythm, you got used to his movements, back to the pleasure he was giving to you. Everything felt unrealistic. Nobody touched you before Junho but you just couldn't believe it was like this.

"Babe, I need to put another one. Okay?"

You nodded to your boyfriend, shutting your eyes as he inserted a third finger. Ached a little more, but he didn't moved. Instead, you rolled your hips, trying this new thing.

"Are you needy already?"

Chuckling to ease the tension, you did it again, feeling his breath in your wet spot. It wasn't so bad, after all. Junho pumped his digits inside out just to put it back again, over and over, until you moved your body against his hand. Yes, you were needy already. How couldn't you be when your man is making you crazy just from his touch?

A hot wave of pleasure begin, and you felt a tight knot on your stomach ready to be undone.

"Jun, I'm gonna... I'm almost... Oh f-".

"Cum for me, babe."

He pumped just a little faster, licking your clit in a way that made you tremble in seconds. You arched your back and your legs fought to close as you released yourself, but he held them after removing his fingers while drank all of your sweetness. You were dizzy and trying to catch your breath as he climbed all the way up till your neck.

"You taste amazing."

Oh, sweet Lord, you could have another orgasm while he looked disheveled like that, red lips, whispering obscenities against your mouth. The personification of heaven and hell at the same time. Impossible to resist.

His wet fingers playing with your breast reminded that it wasn't over, and if you have reached the paradise, so should your man. Not knowing exactly what to do but definitely wanting to give it a shot, you rolled your bodies till his back found the mattress. Following his steps, you kissed all of his neck, including those tiny dots on his shoulder, going down and sucking at some parts, taking his breath away. As your hand started to rub him above the boxer, he let out the most beautiful sound that you have ever heard.

That thought just lasted until he moaned your name as you freed his member, involving with your right hand. He was thick, and that red tip dripping were driving you insane. You licked your lips imagining it inside your mouth, not fully understanding how could you have such needs since you never did anything like that. But you couldn't go forward. It wasn't on Junho's mind you going down on him that night. He just needed you pinned under him, having the best moment of your life.

"Come here, love."

Straddling his lap, you kissed him lovingly, like the first time. Reaching out to the nightstand, he opened the drawer, picking up a condom package and unrolling in his hard on.

"We're going at your rhythm. If you want me to stop, just said it."

Nodding, your back hit the bed once again, the pillows above your head. Aligned, he looked at you one more time, looking for any signs of doubt, but finding just your blinding smile. He begin to enter you so slowly, trying to ease any pain. Junho's stretching your walls for the first time hurt, yes. But since he prepared you so well and made you feel so relaxed, it wasn't absurd. You clenched involuntarily, making him curse under his breath.

"If you do that again, I'm gonna lose my mind."

"Then lose it. Love me, Junho."

The look he gave you was different from any other. It was a mix of lust, love, fire and care. An electricity ran through his body, making him finally move, afraid of closing his eyes and everything fade away. It was so good to be true.

Going in a calm pace, the pleasure didn't took a long time to take over. One of your legs were around his waist, being caressed by his fingers, while he held your hand above your heads. You peppered each others faces with little pecks, too absorbed in the moment to properly kiss. But the lips did brushed a few times, along with the mix of the hot breath being lacked by the moans and whimpers you both let out.

Being close like this with Junho always sounded unreal in your mind. The level of intimacy so delightful made you think that moment would probably be an hallucination, if it wasn't by Junho's warmth attached to yours.

The man who said two bodies doesn't occupy the same espace should be called a liar because Junho and you were almost molding into just one thing. The love and trust fusing into an inexplicable form of art that would only be shown in the exposition of your minds.

Junho's left hand moved from your thigh to your mouth, his thumb caressing your post-nipped lips. You focused your eyes on his as you opened your lips to lick his finger.

"You're dreamlike."

You rolled your tongue against his digit, making it wet so you could suck it easily. Junho's expression showed that you were doing a god job, so you felt proud and motivated to keep going. Suctioning your cheeks to apply pressure, you put his whole finger inside, letting out with a plop sound.

His smirk made you tremble from head to toe, even more because he used that finger to rub your clit. The wetness helping in moving but giving you a hard time to keep your composure.

"Jun, you feel so good..."

Boosting his ego, he accelerated the pace, making you moan his name, close to your second orgasm.

"Do you like it?"

"I love it. Don't stop."

He could feel your walls clenching around him and your body shaking. The droplets of sweat from your bodies making the scene look dirty but oh, so unbelievable good. You tried to hold yourself, but it was impossible with that man whispering against your mouth.

"C'mon, love, let it all go."

If he could only stop the time to enjoy the scene of your open mouth moaning his full name, your teeth slowly biting at your bottom lip, your back arching and your legs closing and locking him between them, he would. It was so much to handle, he couldn't last any longer.

Shutting his eyes and whimpering beautifully, he squeezed your hand, calling you out so many times you've lost count. Junho cumming was the prettiest masterpiece you have ever saw in your entire life.

Holding him closer, trying to catch your breath, you both chuckled.

"That was..."

"Spectacular."  

After a while, he removed himself from you to get rid of the condom. You were still smiling at the ceiling when he returned with a towel to clean you up.

"Do you need anything else now, babe?"

"Just you. Come here."

"Wow, already? You're fast to recover."

His fake surprise made you laugh and hit his arm.

"Shut up!"

Covering your naked bodies, you laid your head on his toned chest. His heart was beating loudly, and yours did the same. Your relationship was really based on love and trust. You couldn't be with anyone else, because the best person that has ever walked on this planet was holding you like the precious and unique thing you are. Synchronized and staring at each other, you both let out the most genuine feeling you had towards each other.

"I love you."

And nothing else matters.

[my-seperate-kp0p-life]

SMUT --- RM and reader

Storyline: RM’s solo album, Mono, just released and you wanted to see him to congratulate him.

You texted him, “Hey, you awake?”- You, “Yes, at the studio” - RM, “Can I come see you?”- You
. “of course, see you soon” - RM You grabbed a bottle of champagne, a mini vodka, glasses to celebrate, and headed over to the Namjoon’s studio.

You knocked on the door and he let you in. “CONGRATSSS!!!!” You yell whispering, and hug him. He hugs back and rubs your back, then lets go and shuts the door behind you. He sits back down and pulls a chair next to him for you to sit in. He was looking good as ever, in his white t-shirt and gray sweatpants. He could say the same for you, in your black leggings, black sports bra, and gray quarter-zip crop top. Before beginning the conversation, you take out the champagne and vodka from your bag and pour you both some. After downing the champagne and two shots of vodka each, you break the silence and say “So how are you feeling? happy, relieved, overwhelmed?” “Very happy, Ive been up reading the fans twitter reactions all night… also very relieved, I feel like a ton of weight has been lifted off of my shoulder. Like I can finally breathe again” he says. “Yea, I bet.. You worked on it for how long, half a year?” “yeah, about 7 months, a long time, but I’m happy with what I produced, have you heard it?” he says. “Of course I have.. I listened to it as soon as it released. I’m in love with Tokyo.. ahhh so good, just so good. I’m so proud of you!” you say. “Thank you, I’m glad you like it. It seems like fans are really enjoying it” he says.

About 2 hours pass and by this time, you two had stopped watching fan reactions and were just talking. It was always so easy to talk to RM. He was the deepest out of the seven, and you liked it. Everything always felt so comfortable with him, the conversations just flowed. It was always so effortless with RM, like you could talk about anything, no matter how silly or how serious. He’s always been the one you’ve gone to to talk about life, ask for advice, vent to, or even just sit in silence. Namjoon was a safe place for you, like all your problems were left at the door when you were with him. And it always felt like there was no judgement, no questionable looks, nothing was ever off limits. After continuous talking, you remember you brought the letter you wanted to read to him. You pull it from your bag and RM is stunned. His eyes are so bright and his smile is so big. He can’t believe you wrote him a letter, but he said he was so excited to hear it. So you begin: “Namjoon, *laughing* again, congratulations on your album. I know how hard you worked on it and I’m so happy that its finally out and you can live stress free once again. I wanted to tell you how proud of you I am. Although you are only 3 years older than me, I feel like theres a lifetime of differences between us. You are so smart and curious. You continue to learn more and more every day. You like to read books and browse the internet for new knowledge. You are passionate and genuine. Your raps show the kind of person you are and who you grew to be, while also teaching ARMY how to grow into the person they want to be. You are so thoughtful and caring to the other boys, the team, and especially ARMY. I promise you that what you say to your fans leave an imprint on their lives. You are the cause of so many peoples happiness. You are the reason so many smile and laugh, and truly enjoy their lives. To some, you are the only reason they wake up in the morning **makes eye contact** Namjoon, you are such an important person and have so, so much to offer. Always remain the person you are, the one who has impacted millions of people, but also remember you are Kim Namjoon. A man in his 20s who deserves to feel so much joy and happiness. You deserved to be loved, cherished, and appreciated everyday for the person you are…….. And I didn’t write this but I want to thank you for always being someone I can come to and release my worries. You always make me feel better” Namjoon is feeling very sentimental in the moment and responds with a “thank you, y/n, that means so much. I wish there was more to say, but I’m speechless. That was so beautiful, thank you”. He then pulls you in for a hug… which lasted about 10 seconds, until he looked at you and kissed you. The drinks were flowing inside you two, so your reaction to the kiss was slow. After 5 seconds, you pull aways and look at him. Your eyes locked and it felt like your heart sank in your chest. Neither of you said anything, but you leaned in for another kiss. This time, you were standing in between his legs. His hands were around your waist and touching your skin. He pulled you in closer and you were practically in his lap, but instead of kissing your lips, he was kissing your neck. You could feel the heat rising within you and could tell where this was going. You knew that if you weren’t drunk, then this wouldn’t be happening, but you wanted it. He pick you up and laid you on the ground and started making out with you. His forearm was under your head while his fingers intertwined in your hair. You were in heaven right now. His lips were soft, and kisses were gentle and tasty. Your heart was racing but it felt right. You just let him take over, and he was ready to make a move. He replaced his arm with a small pillow and began undressing you. He took off your pull over, kissing your neck and shoulders, then pulled off your sports bra. You two kept locking eyes which made this more intimate. After  undressing your top half, he pleased you all over. From kissing your lips and neck, to gently biting your ears, to kissing your shoulders, to sucking on your tits. He could tell you were ready by your soft moans. So, he went lower. He kissed you all the way down to your pussy. He rubbed it a little before taking of your pants and underwear. But, you couldn’t handle in. Your hands were holding onto his while he played with you. After a few trembles from you, he took it all off, leaving your glorious, naked body in from off him. He broke the silence by telling you how beautiful you were. Telling you how pretty your pussy is. He was touching you, running his fingers over your arms and stomach, till clinching your fingers and holding hands with you, while lying on his stomach and began eating you. After 5 seconds, he looked up at you and said “and you taste good too… fuck”. You gave a slight grin and rolled your eyes back to his magnificent skills. You weren’t surprised that he was good, because he’s fucking Kim Namjoon, but you didn’t know he was this good. His tongue fucking turned into a combo of finger fucking and licking your pussy and it drove you insane. He was still holding your right hand and pleasuring you with the other. Your head was laid back and eyes closed, enjoying being ate out. Your breathing start to gets a bit heavier and your moans a bitter harder to get out, which meant you were close. And 10 sections later, you came on his fingers and let out a sigh of relief. He licked you and his fingers clean before sitting up. You looked at him and said “uh hum… we’re not finished” and pulled him towards you. You started to make out again, but a bit hotter. The kisses weren’t as gentle as before and things were moving quicker. Meanwhile, you’re pulling his shirt off while he’s wrestling to take off his sweats and underwear. He does and next thing you know, he’s entering you. Like true Namjoon style, he starred into your eyes as he fucked you slowly. The heat between you two was enticing. Your bodies moved perfectly together. Every thrust into made you moan a little louder and each touch made your nails dig deeper into his back. He was panting and slightly sweating but it was hot. You started to feel his dick twitch inside you and knew he was about to cum. He kissed you one last time before pulling out and cumming on your stomach. He quickly grabbed a towel and rubbed his cum off of you, throwing it in the corner, and lying next to you. You looked at him and laughed because of his heavy breathing. He giggled with you and pulled you in for another kiss. He handed you his shirt to put on, while putting his sweats back on, and grabbing a bottle of water from his mini fridge. You put on your underwear and laid down with him on the couch. You cuddle up wtih Namjoon and fall asleep in his arms.

[narryblossom]

Prompt 4: “You love me, right?”

This, if I ever get around to it, will be part of a longer fic.

(There’s some smut toward the end)

x

“This is nice… right?”

Niall turns his head to face him though they keep walking forward. Harry looks ahead, looking for the sunrise, and cracks a smile under Niall’s gaze.

“Yeah,” Niall chuckles softly, “it’s nice.” He turns his head back toward the the top of the hill and the pink clouds rolling overhead.

Harry nods slowly, feeling his fingers accidentally brush against Niall’s again as they step in time. The smile on his face doesn’t waver. Maybe he doesn’t need Niall to hold his hand, anyway. It’s been five weeks and nothing has happened yet, maybe nothing’s gonna happen at all…

“Last one to the top gets pushed into the lake!” Louis shouts, running straight through the middle of Niall and Harry, almost knocking them over as he does. Liam isn’t far behind, giving a quick apology through his laughter as he follows behind. Jesy and Leigh-Anne are next, and Niall takes off right after, leaving Harry with an over-tired Perrie and Jade.

“C’mon, lovebird,” Perrie coos, patting Harry’s back as she nears, “they won’t push us into the lake, but they very well might to you, so…”

Harry laughs softly and nods, looking down at his feet as the heels of his boots clack across the concrete.

“I thought he was gonna hold my hand that time.”

“That’s probably why Louis ran through the middle. He’s still got his eye on you for some reason.” Jade shrugs.

Harry scoffs and rolls his eyes. “I don’t know what his problem is. It’s not like Niall’s ever gonna do anything with me.”

Perrie and Jade look at each other and giggle.

“What? Seriously, what? What are you laughing at?”

“Nothing, honey,” Perrie says, urging him up the stairs. “You know he likes you.”

“He never says anything,” Harry mumbles under his breath.

When the last three get to the top, the others are triumphantly standing atop picnic benches and concrete barriers, shouting something about who was first and who’s gonna get rolled down the hill if they don’t move. It makes Harry chuckle, and somehow catch Niall’s eye. By the time Harry’s picked a spot to sit against the curb, Niall’s plopping down beside him.

“Sun’s gonna rise any minute now.”

“Mhm.” Harry looks at Niall and smiles softly, then looks back to the skyline. “I wish those stoplights weren’t up there. They’re blocking the horizon.”

“Yeah, fuck those things.” Niall barks loudly, and a laugh bursts from Harry’s mouth.

“Are you okay? You’re freaking out, dude.”

“I dunno, man,” he whines, rubbing his fingers into his eyes. “I’m so tired.”

“Well, yeah, we’ve been awake for like… 20 hours? What time is it?”

“It’s like 5:30.”

“Then yeah,” Harry chuckles, “you should probably go to bed. First. And lose the bet.”

“I’m not gonna lose the bet!” Niall insists, digging a finger into Harry’s side.

“No, stop!” Harry yelps, laughing.

“Niall, keep your hands to yourself!”

And suddenly Louis is there “to break us up, like always,” Harry thinks, rolling his eyes.

Niall gets up to get Louis in a headlock, and Harry waits for 20 minutes for the sun to creep up the sky with Perrie and Jade. It’s the usual way things end.

Except, they don’t end there.

“Can we go to bed now?” Liam asks, all humor gone from his voice as the sleep starts to settle in.

“Yeah, seriously,” Jesy agrees. “I’m going to bed now.”

She’s off before anyone can say something about the bet, but it seems that everyone’s over it as they slowly trail off the down the hill, one after another, at most spread out a minute or two apart so whoever is keeping count–Harry–can decide who’s closest to being the last to go to sleep.

Louis makes Niall leave with him, so Harry tags along. It’s not too bad, ‘cause of course he and Louis are still friends when he’s not flirting with Niall, and Louis’ still got his ridiculous hat/tie combo on and he’s talking all sorts of nonsense. By the time they get back to their apartments, Niall shoves Louis off to his bedroom and then he and Harry are the only ones left.

“So…” Harry says, leaning in the door frame.

“So…” Niall repeats with a chuckle. Harry tries to find something else to say, but Niall just laughs and flicks his head toward his bedroom.

“C’mere, let me show you something.”

“Ooo,” Harry coos, standing from the entryway and closing the door when Niall motions for him to. “Inviting me to your room, huh?”

“Shh,” Niall chuckles, “they’re probably still awake.”

“Then why are you inviting me in?” Harry whispers, passing Niall in the narrow door.

“‘Cause I know I can keep you quiet.”

The door clicks, and Harry turns.

“What do you m–” and he’s cut off by Niall’s mouth against his and his hands grabbing at Harry’s hips.

“Mm,” Harry hums, inhaling through his nose while wrapping his arms around Niall’s shoulders to draw him in.

Niall’s hands only stay still for a minute–if that. He’s got Harry’s shirt up over his head and his lips on his neck and Harry’s just trying to keep up, following Niall’s lead wherever it goes.

And it goes, and it goes.

“Oh, fuck. Shit, Harry, fuck, fuck.” Niall holds Harry’s hair off his forehead so he can see every part of his face while he sucks Niall off, and in turn, Harry can see Niall’s face screw up in pleasure when he does something good.

“Stop, c’mon,” Niall sighs, pulling Harry’s hair to get him to pull back, sit up so Niall can see the flush all the way down his body to the tip of his throbbing cock.

“Have you ever done anal?”

“What?” Harry gasps, and Niall shushes him gently.

“Do you want to?” Niall chuckles, turning around to lift himself onto his tall bed. “Like, me fuck you, not the other way–”

“Yeah,” Harry nods quickly, getting up and pulling himself onto the bed to hover over Niall. “Let’s do it.”

“Yeah?” Niall asks, wiggling his eyebrows. Harry laughs and drops his head onto Niall’s shoulder.

“Tell me why I like you again?”

“Oh, I’m super hot,” Niall teases. Harry giggles and turns onto his side against the wall so Niall can get on top.

“Oh, and,” Harry says after the laughter has ceased and Niall is perched on the edge of the bed to rifle through his drawers for a bottle of clear lube, “I have done this before. Kind of. Like… I’ve had things in my ass, we’ll say that.”

Niall chuckles softly and nods.

“Alright, good. When was the last time?” Niall’s hands slide up Harry’s legs to the soft, pale, sensitive part of his inner thighs.

“Um… honestly…? Wednesday… after my roommate had gone to sleep.”

“Oh? Kinky.” The cap of the lube bottle clicks when Niall opens it.

“Shut up,” Harry laughs, smacking Niall’s arm. Niall lifts Harry’s legs and urges him to hold them, so Harry locks his arms behind the bend of his knees and holds himself spread open. It’s embarrassing, on one hand, and if he wasn’t already flushed red, he would blush. But it’s so exciting, on the other hand, feeling Niall’s lubricated finger rimming his ass and pushing easily inside.

Harry moans softly, letting his eyes close and his mouth hang open.

“God, those lips are so fucking pretty,” Niall groans, urging a second finger in beside his first. “Wanted to see those on my cock so many times. Thought about sneaking you off after lunch sometimes. Or sneaking up to your room after curfew. Knew you wouldn’t say no; you’re so bloody obvious, you know that? Always flirting with me and laughing and my jokes that aren’t even funny and always helping me cheat at games.”

“What about you?” Harry asks over a shaky breath as Niall’s fingers curl inside him. “Always waiting for me and making sure I’m with you and inviting me to your apartment when I don’t just follow you in. You want me to flirt with you.”

“I like you to flirt with me,” Niall mumbles, leaning down to nip at Harry’s bottom lip. Harry whines when Niall takes his fingers out and tries to curl his hips up higher to get Niall to come back.

“I don’t have a condom, is that okay?”

Harry looks at Niall shocked and stutters over a response.

“I mean, we can not do this, if you want.”

“Nonono,” Harry whines, hooking one leg over Niall’s hip and splaying his hand on Niall’s back. “I want to, want to so bad.”

“So can I…?” Niall trails off, rubbing his cock slowly as he lines it up with Harry’s hole.

“Yeah, yeah… oh, wait, stopstopstop,” Harry pants, grabbing Niall’s forearm and a fistful of sheets in opposite hands. Niall pauses, tip just starting to meet resistance, and stares wide-eyed up at him.

“What, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I… It’s just… you love me, right?” Harry whispers.

Niall hesitates, watching his heavy breath blow one of Harry’s curls. He looks up, peers over his dresser toward the sunlight streaming in the blinds.

There’s only one day left. It’s Friday morning.

“Yeah,” he sighs softly. “Yeah, I love you.”

[babystolemyheart-blog1]

Restlessness: Sam Winchester x Reader (One-Shot)

Alright y’all let’s jump into it. First (ever) work on Tumblr so finger’s crossed I won’t be looking back at it in a year’s time with a cringe on my face!! Let’s get it!!

Trigger Warning!

Angsty, depression (slight), self-hate/loathing, insecurity, accusation of cheating, mild-language, a few swears (not too many I think), smidgen of fluff?

Sam Winchester x Reader-insert

Word Count: 2,332

Restlessness: One-Shot

Eyes danced across the darkened room, the only light emitted was from the charging laptop in the corner of the room. The bunker was cold on nights like these, almost as if adding to the rising stress and doubts of the girl huddled in a chair on the other side of a different bedroom. With heart racing and mind running a thousand miles a minute, she looked at the photo of the man of her dreams; at the man she’d fought tooth and nail alongside for years.

Doubts.

Self-loathing.

Y/N was filled to the brim with toxic thoughts, images of the gorgeous blonde who’d lost her brother to vampires crossing her mind momentarily. Hair that cascaded down her shoulders in soft, bouncy waves accompanied by flawless skin and radiant blue eyes.

Stella.

Stella Wentworth was her name, a gorgeous young thing from Virginia Beach. With gorgeous tanned, airbrushed skin, she seemed to glow with confidence and beauty,

Everything that Y/N didn’t have. Instead of airbrushed skin, Y/N’s skin was littered with tiny blemishes and scars; hidden to the naked eye, but there nonetheless.

Hell, her eyes seemed dull in comparison to anyone she encountered; Dean’s forest green eyes, Cas’ electric blue orbs and then Sam. Damn, Sam’s eyes were magical; hazel, then green, then blue. All of the different shades just as incandescent as the rest. Living with the Winchesters was bound to be a blow to Y/N’s already dwindling self-esteem. But she stayed for him.

Her whole world revolved around him. She had been by his side through everything; growing up on the road, staying with Bobby when John and her father went their separate ways, hell, Y/N was even there when he left for Stanford. She was the one who continued driving when he broke down in tears, the ache of leaving his family overwhelming him and pushing him to the edge of darkness.

She was the one that pulled him out of the dark hole, encouraging him to continue studying, learning, fighting. To grow into the man she knew he was going to be one day. She sat on the sidelines as he met Jess, watched as they fell in love and became engrossed in their own little world. And almost as if in a movie, she watched him slowly forget about her, any memory of her fading from his mind.

He’d found a new rock to keep him stable, to hold him to the ground. He’d found someone else, and left her behind just like that.

He wasn’t the only one who got into Stanford on a full-ride. But he was the only one who stayed. From a distance, Y/N kept an eye on him, taking small cases around the area to ensure nothing disturbed him; disturbed his new, normal life. Dean knew what had happened, knew what Y/N felt for his brother. And in a way, he was satisfied, knowing that she would always be there for his little brother. Another person to protect him from the outside world.

It all changed when the fire happened.

It was as if nothing had happened, as if Sam hadn’t forgotten about her.

He was laughing again.

With her.

He was exploding with excitement when he’d found a new piece of information. And he’d almost sprint to discuss his new discovery.

With her.

It was like someone pushed play on their lives again; it was almost normal to anyone other person looking in.

But slowly, in the back of Y/N’s mind, that loneliness, that heartache and betrayal sat in a dark corner. Consuming her every thought. Y/N was always good at hiding things, acting as if everything was fine. Lying was second nature, so what difference would it be to lie to the men in her life?

It took years for Y/N to let herself finally be comfortable around Sam. One night stands and finding comfort at the bottom of a bottle, habits which were slowly being laid to rest as Sam confessed. Albeit drunkenly, he collapsed into a childish heap at her feet and proclaimed his love to her. And with great care (and a giant bottle of aspirin), their relationship began, the doubts still crowded in the back of her mind, but quiet for the time being.

Until two weeks ago.

With three hunters and an angel, the case had been easily dealt with. Y/N somehow ended up being more banged up than Dean (for once), waved them off, settling into bed for the night, the stitches along the inside of her right forearm burning with every jolt. Cas had left right before the hunt, hence the impeccable patch job Dean had done on her arm.

Both boys had showered and changed, looking incredibly appealing in their jeans and flannel combo as per usual. Dean ruffled her H/C hair, just dodging a swinging hand, chuckling as he danced out the door.

Sam sat on the edge of the bed, concern laced in those gorgeous hazel eyes of his.

“It’ll just be for a few drinks, okay?”

And just like that, with a gentle peck to her lips, Sam had disappeared through the door, no other words spoken between the two as the door slid shut.

****** ****** ****** ****** ****** ****** ****** ****** ******

With the assumption that they’d be back before midnight, Y/N waited. Eyes on her phone in case anything happened. The few hours to midnight came and went. And still with drooping eyes, she waited.

And waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Morning appeared and dragged by, and soon, her heart was racing.

Where are they?

Were they okay?

Did we miss one of the bastards?

Thoughts raced through her head of the extreme situations they could be facing and without hesitation, she jumped out of bed and changed. At 11am she was out the door, eyes falling on the parking spot in which Baby should have been. Her heart leapt into her throat.

It wasn’t until 2pm when she returned to the motel, having searched the local area and visited the bar down the street, coming back empty handed. Sitting on the pavement, Y/N watched around her. Listened for any sign of the deep rumble of the Impala pulling up around the corner.

No luck.

They got back at 4.

Dean’s hair standing on end with bruises along his neck. And Sam. Sam’s hair was tousled, his clothes were wrinkled and his eyes, his normally beautiful eyes; they were bloodshot and teary, refusing to look up at anyone.

Stepping out of the car, Dean headed inside, mumbling about a shower, leaving Sam and Y/N standing outside, both refusing to look at the other. As her heart pounded in her chest, and her blood seemed to throb in her ears, Y/N didn’t notice Sam stepping closer to her until a scented breeze invaded her sense; flowery perfume. Nothing she was familiar with.

And just like that, every doubt, every insecure thought raced to the front of Y/N’s mind.

It was a long, quiet ride back to the bunker. Dean had refused to turn the radio on, which that in itself, was a tell-tale sign that something wasn’t right.

As soon as they pulled into the garage, Y/N was out of the car, bag in hand.

****** ****** ****** ****** ****** ****** ****** ****** ******

Two days later and the argument unfolded.

“How many times do I have to tell you?! I’m FINE!”

Screams echoed around the library as Sam stood with his hands planted on the table, Dean nowhere to be seen, though probably listening for any sounds of a violent dispute.

“You’re not fine Y/N, ever since we got back from that vamp case you’ve-”

“I’ve been what? Avoiding you? Well no shit sherlock! If I came back from ‘a couple of drinks’ smelling like some other guy, you’d avoid me too!”

With voice raised, Y/N stood from her chair, folding her arms across her chest in hopes of holding herself together.

Don’t break, not yet

“Nothing. HAPPENED! For God’s sake N/N do you really think I’d do that to you? After everything we’ve been through? I’ve always been there for you, so why the sudden distrust in me, huh? Why now?”

And just like that; the wall broke.

“Don’t you DARE say you’ve been there for me you ignorant asshole! You LEFT me!”

Tears fell from her E/C orbs, voice cracking under the emotion and pain, finally being released after so long.

“When did I-”

“You used me and then you left me! I watched as you faded from my life, with no hesitation. I was there from the beginning and then as soon as I get you back to yourself, another girl comes around and you drop me like a sack of freaking potato’s!

I didn’t say anything after you came back to hunting because I knew it was a sore spot for you. I watched the man I’ve loved since day one-”

Taking a deep breath and choking down a sob, Y/N carried on, turning her back on Sam’s broken face.

“-fall in love with someone else and forget I even existed. So don’t you get all huffy with me you dick...I think I’m entitled to think you’ll leave again.”

And as if all the fight in him had been physically sucked out of his body, Sam dropped backwards, pushing the seat to the side as he fell onto his ass.

“I-I, I didn’t-”

“You didn’t know. I know that Sam. You know that. Dean knows that. I just want a straight answer, you owe me that much.”

Looking up at the heartbroken girl, Sam’s eyes filled with unshed tears, nodding slowly at her back before making a small grunt.

“Did you want her?”

****** ****** ****** ****** ****** ****** ****** ****** ******

It took them over a month to come to terms with their damaged relationship. One full month filled with fights and doubts...as well as love. Sam knew that he’d hurt her. He’d begged his brother to tell him what he knew, listened as Dean told him all of what Y/N did while he pretended he was normal. Sat through the memories as his heart broke over and over again for the pain he’d put the woman of his dreams through.

And she was exactly that. Y/N L/N. A woman who made him powerful, who made him strong, who made him want to be a better man than he was. She’d been through thick and thin, had always looked after him despite her being younger. 

In his mind, he watched her age, watched her become this beautiful, intelligent woman he saw today. In his mind, he couldn’t piece the time between him leaving for college, and Dean showing up to look for their dad. He couldn't remember her being by his side, being the one constant he’d always had in his life.

And in his mind, he saw the signs; the little reactions she’d give when she’d put up the wall. Her eyes would strain and blink, before settling into a pointed gaze. The way the right corner of her lips would twitch down before hiding her sadness with a smile. The way she’d run her left finger around the hair tie on her other wrist exactly three times to compose herself.

All of her nervous ticks he finally picked up on, after years of suffering for her. Every night he went to sleep, he dreamt about how he could’ve changed it all. If he’d stayed by her side through college, as she’d done over the course of his life. If he’d have dated her instead of Jess, if he’d have gone back to hunting if she was the other option.

Having felt her love the way he did now, Sam knows he would’ve married her. Still would marry her if she’d have him. And if she would, he’d spend the rest of his life, showing her that he’d never leave her again. That he’d never forget her again. Until that one night, where her got up from his bed and left the room.

And on those same nights, in her new bedroom, Y/N would sit in that very same chair and contemplate how it had all gone wrong. She knew now that nothing had happened, that Sam had not wanted Stella that night. She also knew that Sam (under the influence) had been disorientated, and had seen Jess in Stella. Even the perfume she’d smelt that day rang bells in her head; similar to Jess’ soft, flowery perfume.

It hurt, to be apart from him. To not be in the safety of his arms. But Dean had suggested different rooms to clear the air between the disgruntled couple, and so far, it had been for the better. There hadn’t been any fights for the last two days and Y/N and Sam had finally sat down to talk; Sam talking about his experience in college and wanting to be normal, and Y/N talking about her fear and insecurity that had plagued her mind since.

It was the most they’d ever talked, and as night slowly faded into the early hours of the morning, they parted ways to their separate rooms located at two different ends of the hall, due to Dean’s suggestion.

Fighting for him was normal. Fighting to make him smile, to make him happy wasn’t something she’d shy away from. But the three boxes sitting on her bedside table screamed at her and made her restless.

Looking down at the paper, Y/N chewed on the edge of her pencil. There was so much to fix between them, was it worth adding another burden to the ever-growing pile of problems?

A different night and a surprisingly different routine. Jumping, Y/N looked at the door, her heart almost having jumped out of her throat.

Who could be-

“Y/N...it’s me. Can we talk?”

Looking at the bedside table again, Y/N froze hearing his deep voice again, alongside another knock.

“Sam...come in.”

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OKAAAAAY! I was expecting to pump out like a 600 word drabble or something to start but like...I hope this is okay? Please y’all don’t be afraid to tell me what you think PLEASE!! I’m legit looking to improve just like everyone else so please please please with a cherry on top. Even if you don’t like it, tell me. If you like it (YAY *-*), tell me. Grammar hasn’t been checked because it’s 1am my time and I’m just too lazy and too eager to wait till morning so please if you see any mistakes, let me knoooow.

That was kinda pulled out of thin air as well because I’m special like that hehe, thank you for taking the time to read this. I really do appreciate it and um...yeah!

Just want to say thanks again, and until next time!!! Much loooooove

- Ninzzzzzzzz <3

P.S - It is a little over the place, I’m sorry!!! xx

[a-tired-bitch]

You Should Know Better Pt.15

23 Parts:  I  -  II  -  III  -  IV  -  V  -  VI  -  VII  - VIII  -  IX  -  X  -  XI  -  XII  -  XIII -  XIV  -  XV  -  XVI  -  XVII  -   XVIII  -  XIX  -  XX  -   XXI  -  XXII  -  XXIII

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Summary: Relaxing at a bar, Joe and Dustin shoot the shit until an unexpected bar-goer arrives.

POV: Josephine

Characters: Joe Merriweather, Dustin Ayers (Indented), Claire Merriweather (Indented Italics), and everyone’s favorite dog, Duke

Word Count: 2800ish

Author’s Note: I present you with everyone's new favorite character, Claire Merriweather. This also takes place a day after the last chapter.

Quote:  “For fucks sake, I should have known better.”

Tuesday night rolled around and the low humming of people chatting away along with the clinking of bottles and mugs filtered throughout the busy bar.

Working Monday’s and Wednesday’s as a professor and Thursday’s through Sunday’s as an officer, the only real time Joe had the chance to blow off some steam and attempt to relax was on Tuesday’s. However, it still wasn’t enough - both professions began to weigh down on him.

Leaning forward, Joe's forearms rested against the cool, smooth surface of the wooden bar, his eyes focused on the droplets of condensation that raced down his mug while his ears tuned in and out of the ramblings of Dustin.

“I’m telling you, Josephine, by the time I get to be your age, I’m either going to be one of those cops that eat donuts all day and has one of those cliche mustaches, whose had five hernias and three slipped disks or I’m going to turn in my twenty years, retire, and then teach at a local college because I have nothing better to do with my time like a certain someone I know.” Smirking and side-eying his friend, he gripped his beer bottle, bringing it to his lips and taking a swig from it.

Bringing his mug to his lips, Joe paused, lifting a brow as he turned to look at his friend. “Did you seriously just call me ‘Josephine’?”

Swallowing, Dustin proudly shook his head. “Out of all the things I just said, you picked up on that?” He asked, his tone playful. “But you’re damn right, I sure did.”

“No, out of all the things you just said, I picked up on the most important detail.” Finally sipping from the mug, Joe placed it back down, a satisfying 'ah’ coming from him after swallowing.

“You know,” Dustin shook a finger at him “you can be a real dick sometimes.”

Joe grinned, shrugging his shoulders. “It’s one of my hidden talents.” Staring into the mirror behind the bar, Joe watched as Dustin stared right back at him, his head shaking, a smile resting on the younger man's face.

Swiveling around, Dustin rested a forearm on the bar while his hand clutched his bottle, resting the container on his thigh. “How’s your office doing?”

Pretending to be confused, Joe furrowed his brow, his eyes resting on the mug before him. “What do you mean how is my office?”

“When I surprised you yesterday with coffee and donuts because I am such a good friend, there was this musty odor in there. If you ask me, smelled like sex.” A smug smirk claimed Dustin’s lips before disappearing as he drank from his bottle.

It was almost as if his heart dropped into his stomach after hearing what Dustin had to say. In all honesty, Dustin wasn’t wrong about the smell, but of course, Joe wasn’t willing to admit to the source of the smell. After all, Dustin was under the impression that Joe was 'banging the mom’ of his student and Joe planned on keeping that impression alive…for now at least.

Joe brought the mug back to his lips, swallowing more of the cold liquid than he expected to - he needed a moment to calm down after Dustin’s comment.

“Smelt like sex?” He questioned, shaking his head. “Because I’m totally having sex in my office, but shit, wait, hold on, who would I be sticking my dick in? My fellow colleagues because that’s the only plausible choice,” his tone sarcastic as can be even though he was lying through his teeth.

Roughly slapping his shoulder, Dustin burst out in laughter. “Calm down, pal, I’m just busting your balls. No need to get all pissy.” Quieting down, his eyes wandered around the establishment, scanning the occupants. “I mean, it isn’t the only plausible choice. Merriweather could be banging a female student or you could get with the daughter and the mother, but, that’s kinda weird.”

With eyes boring into Dustin, Joe bit down on his cheek, slightly annoyed by all the banter.

Pulling his sights away from the seated crowd, Dustin locked eyes with Joe, his aura suddenly changing. He had much experience with this certain look and he knew he was walking a thin line now. “Or, you know, you could be banging no one at all. You’re not that stupid. You wouldn’t have sex with anyone in your office anyways.”

“There you go, Dustin, thinking with your head and not your ass. I’m very proud of you, son.” Joe joked, glad the issue was slowly blowing over.

Time slowly passed and Joe was on his second mug while Dustin blew threw another two bottles. Joe was due to lecture the following day while Dustin had the day off, allowing for his partner to drink more since he knew Joe would sober enough to drive the both of them home.

“I’m liking the whole black on black on black combo on you,” Dustin looked over Joe. “You sure look different in a leather jacket and jeans as opposed to your ironed button up and slacks” Flagging down the bartender, he motioned for some shots. “Keep ‘em coming too.”

Astonished by his stupidity, Joe glanced in his direction. “The fuck you mean? Our uniforms are black…on black…on black.”

Watching as the bartender placed the amber filled glasses before Dustin, Joe shook his head. “You downing those on your own or am I supposed to help?”

Narrowing his eyes, the blond-haired man ran a hand along his cheek. “You’ve got a point. They are black, but you get what I mean.” Downing the last few sips of his beer, he turned his attention to the shots. “Well, you’re driving and have to fill those brains with your precious knowledge tomorrow, so, I don’t expect you to keep up with the young guns, but one, maybe two couldn’t hurt since you can usually hold your alcohol.”

Sucking on his teeth, it only took a second for Joe to come to his decision - there was no denying that Joe was a fan of alcohol when the chance presented itself. “You’re lucky it’s a Tuesday night and not a Monday night because you know from experience that I’d drink you under the table.”

Pulling a shot towards their bodies, the two men, in harmony, lifted the glasses and downed the amber liquid, repeating the process once more.

“Now, as a man who attempts to uphold the laws of the land, I’m going to have to strongly advise you that you stop drinking now.” Cocking his head back, Dustin swiveled around in his chair, a chain of laughter cascading out of his mouth. He stared at the door that was slowly being opened, two brunettes and a blonde walked through the door. Shaking his head out, his eyes widened as he focused on the blonde. “Oh fuck,” he whispered under his breath, quickly swiveling back around and lowering his head. “And as a man who is your dearest friend, I highly and I mean highly suggest that you don’t turn around and that we leave.”

Sliding the empty glasses away, Joe glanced at Dustin, confused by his comments and his posture - it was like he was trying to hide from someone.

“What do you mean?” He questioned, looking into the mirror, scanning the people behind him only to find no one of interest.

“Last time I checked, I don’t have a stuttering problem.” Dustin quickly glanced over his shoulder, watching the women chat amongst themselves. “Don’t look to your left.”

Confused, yet interested by the strange situation, Joe straightened in his stool. “Why? Who’s here?” Taking the responsibility to answer the question on his own, Joe turned to his left, his eyes scanning the bodies until they landed on the person Dustin was more than likely speaking about.

Freezing, Joe watched the woman who he had once called his wife, mingle with her friends. He looked her over, his eyes resting on a ring that claimed the finger he had once claimed with his own. His eyes lingered for just a moment before she turned in his direction. “Oh shit,” he muttered, tearing his sights away from the woman and turning back around.

“You dumbass,” Dustin scolded, slapping the back of his head. “Told you not to look over there you.”

Glaring at Dustin, Joe began to grind his teeth, his eyes looking away and at the mirror in his sights.

It was obvious Claire had noticed him, it was apparent since Joe watched in the mirror as she made her way towards him - his body tensing as she inched closer and closer.

         “Joesph Derek Merriweather.” Claire’s hand glided up his back until it rested on his shoulder. “Surprised to see you here.” Standing between the two seated men, Claire glanced at Dustin. “Nice to see you, Dustin, it’s been a while,” her right hand coming up to pat the man’s shoulder.

Joe winced at Claire’s touch. “Claire,” he whispered, his eyes opening once her hand rested on his shoulder. “By the ring on your finger, guessing you moved on fairly quickly. Hate to say it, but I kind of feel sorry for the bastard that gave it to you.”

       Removing her hand from Dustin and placing both of them on each of Joe’s shoulders, she leaned into his ear. “Don’t feel sorry for yourself, Joe. You and I are still married.”

In that exact moment, all the air from Joe’s lungs escaped, it was as if someone decked him right in the ribs. He couldn’t move, he was frozen. He couldn’t speak, he was at a loss for words. He couldn’t blink, his eyes were locked on his reflection in the mirror.

When she leaned away from him, his frozen trance came undone. “Wait, what?” You and I signed the papers a week ago. What the fuck do you mean we’re still married. I swear to fucking god, Claire, if you —.”

         “Don’t even start with the false threats, Joe, I’m far too used to them.” Walking to the empty stool next to him, she took a seat. “But just because we signed them in the presence of each other, doesn’t mean the procedure is completed. We’re still married,” she air quoted ‘married’ “until I turn in the papers and the papers are finalized.” She shook her head, false disappointment radiating from her. “Should have been smarter, husband. Should have taken the responsibility of turning them in yourself.”

Covering his face with his hands, Joe slowly shook his head. He couldn’t believe that situation and what she had done. Hopefully, although he lacked any hope in Claire, this was all some sadistic joke she was playing. Sadly, he knew firsthand how much of a conniving, yet clever woman she could be, but this was a whole different level.

“Claire, please, oh, please, tell me that you’re busting my balls right,” his plea was muffled as he slowly moved his hands down his face.

Taking a moment to gather his thoughts, he straightened up, turning to face the blonde. “Look, I know I don’t have much trust in you after everything, but I entrust you to turn those papers in,” he leaned in closer to her, “no, actually, I’m telling you to turn those fucking papers in by the end of this goddamn month. In a few weeks, they will turn void.”

        Smiling, Claire snaked her hand down, resting it on his thigh.

He quickly glanced down at her hand. “Isn’t that what got you in trouble with me? Placing your hands on me?” He gripped her hand, tossing it up on the bar. “Don’t touch me.” He warned.

        Ignoring what he had to say, Claire spoke. “I thought you said you were always three steps ahead of people in thirty different directions, but look at that, looks like you’re three steps behind me in only one direction.” Leaning forward, she grabbed one of the shot glasses. “Not as clever as you portray yourself to be.” She smiled, her icy blue eyes locking with his warm hazel ones. “I’ll be seeing you around, my dear husband.” She added, downing the shot, and standing up, pausing before walking away. “And wait, isn’t that what got you in trouble with me? Drinking?” She said almost mockingly as she walked away.

Watching her strut away for a second, Joe slowly turned back around, a shocked and open-mounted Dustin coming into view.

“Ho-ly shit.” Dustin whispered, a shaky and fake laugh accompanying his response. “What the fuck just happened?” He asked, his eyes still staring at the bar - it was as if he was scared to look up.

Without a single word, Joe reached over, grabbing the three refilled shot glasses.

Downing one, he grabbed the next. Down two, he grabbed the last. Downing the last shot, he grabbed his mug, finishing the rest of the beer. It all happened in a matter of seconds.

“Whoa, pal, take it easy.” Dustin placed a hand on Joe’s shoulder, shaking him slightly. “After all that, in a few minutes, you’ll be in no shape to drive. You know, the quicker you drink, the faster the effects come.”

Joe sat there silently, his face covered by a hand, his eyes closed. Not only on the outside was he fuming, but within, his blood was boiling by the unexpected news.

Digging into his jacket pocket, he searched for his keys, tossing them onto the counter. “Drive,” he muttered to Dustin.

Abruptly taking to his feet, the stool nearly collided with the ground. “Let’s go,” Joe commanded. As he walked away, his eyes locked onto Claire’s until he pulled the doors open and walked outside.

After a 'fuck’, 'shit’, and 'bitch’ filled ride home, the two men finally pulled into the driveway.

Helping a disheveled and belligerent Joe out of the Jeep and up the front door, Dustin followed behind the man, ensuring that if he were to stumble over his feet or fall, he would be able to catch him.

Taking a second to make sure Joe was steady on his feet, Dustin walked around, unlocking the front door and motioning for him to get inside. “You poor bastard,” he muttered, receiving a stern look from Joe.

As barking filled the house, Dustin calmed Duke. “Calm down, super dog. Dusty boy is here taking care you of daddy because your mommy dropped a bombshell on him at the bar.”

“I swear, I’ll drop a fucking bombshell on her if she doesn’t fucking turn in those god damn motherfucking papers.” Joe drunkenly babbled as he cautiously entered his own house, using the walls to keep his balance.

“Yeah, okay, I’m sure you will. Just take it easy bud.” Entering behind his drunken friend, Dustin kneed away a playful and rowdy Duke. “You take it easy too, you runt. I don’t mind getting scratched up, but I’d rather get scratched by a woman than a dog. Full offense, Duke.”

Ignoring the two lovebirds, Joe continued on his way towards the hallway that led to the master bedroom. “Duke, leave him alone, let’s go to bed,” Joe commanded, his speech slurred.

Joe paused to turn and face Dustin one last time. “You can take the couch and spend the night or do whatever, but if you leave, lock the house up. You know where the key is,” he instructed.

“Aren’t you supposed to offer the guest your bed?” Dustin joked, before walking away and over to the fridge. “I’m kidding.”

Joe zoned out for a moment, his sights latching onto the wall beside him. It wasn’t until the slamming of the fridge that Joe looked away, shaking the cobwebs out, and nibbling on his lower lip. 

Turning into the hallway, Joe stopped, his eyes scanning over the pictures that littered the wall. It didn’t take long until his eyes rested on the wedding picture. After a moment, he pulled the frame from the wall, throwing it onto the floor, watching as glass spreading across the wood.

The clash forced Dustin to peek into the hallway, a 'fuck’ echoing throughout the silent house.

Clenching his jaw, Joe stepped over the mess, glass crunching under the weight of his body as he entered his room.

Stripping off his jacket, kicking off his boots, and unbuckling his pants, he fell into bed, a groan coming from his lips as he pulled Duke into his body. “For fuck sakes,” He whispered into the fur of his dog. “I should have known better.”