#and we. locked eyes and i looked away and scurried up to the register like a fucking prey animal

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

i would LOVE to stop having dreams forever actually

[forlix]

𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 !・h.h.

— you’re just trying to do your job; your client has other ideas.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬・1.3k 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠・idol!hyunjin x gn!makeup artist!reader 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬・very suggestive so mdni, reader implied to be shorter than hyunjin 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐬・fluff, flirting, humor, big fwb vibes

𝐚/𝐧・this took me less than half an hour to write i am actually the biggest sucker for this trope. also, we hit another milestone recently!! i appreciate all of you immensely; look forward to more ♡

[!]・hi hey hello as of one month later a full-length fic based on this au has been posted!! here it is; you can read the two in any order. ok bye much love

“Five ‘til!” A crew member calls into a walkie-talkie, and you’re so surprised by this information that you stumble right over him, your heel ungracefully ramming into the poor man’s toes. 

You apologize hurriedly, bowing yourself out of the awkward situation—and then you check your watch. 7:55 P.M. A quiet "shit" leaves your lips as it dawns on you that you'd completely lost track of time.

Briefly, you contemplate your predicament, drumming the palette of makeup you’re holding in your right hand against the palm of your left: do I have to? Is it really necessary? But you know your answer even as you’re asking yourself the questions. You’re damn meticulous—sometimes to a fault, but always to your own satisfaction.

You had a vision, and you’re going to see it through.

With impeccable timing, your coworker appears out of nowhere, and you fasten a hand around her arm. “Hey, where are the members again?”

“Stage left.” Then she registers your question in full, and snaps her eyes to your face; stylists were supposed to have finished up with their respective members nearly an hour ago. “Hang on, are you out of your mind—”

“I won’t be a minute!” You call, scurrying away.

“You won’t be employed!” She returns, but you’ve already disappeared into the curtains’ dense shadows.

You jog a short distance, turn a few corners, and finally spot the eight members clad in outfits of varying amounts of silver and black, every inch of them so sparkly that they’re reflective, even with how little light reaches this part of the stage.

You’re looking for one man in particular, though, and you single him out right away: long, black locks falling into his eyes as he adjusts his microphone, broad shoulders and tall frame flattered perfectly by an obsidian suit, looking like he fell off a Paris Fashion Week runway and into a wormhole that teleported him to Osaka.

All your doing, by the way.

“Hwang Hyunjin!” You shout, and he (along with several of the other members) whips around at the sound. And Hyunjin furrows a perfect brow when his stylist materializes before him, four minutes to curtain up, wielding a palette of makeup like it’s a baseball bat.

“Are you out of your mind?” He calls.

“Why does everyone keep asking me that?” You lift a pointer finger into the air and curl it twice. “Come here. Hurry."

Hyunjin gives the others an apologetic glance before hurrying over, and you are met with a blast of Byredo Blanche when he arrives in front of you, the expression on his face equal parts amused and confused.

“Down,” you say, flicking open the eyeshadow palette with one hand.

And then Hyunjin understands. A loud, uninhibited laugh leaves his lips, a sound you’ve become so accustomed to by now that you’re completely oblivious to the fact that only you bring it out of him.

“You really are something,” he says, spreading his feet apart until he’s brought himself to your eye level.

With that, you get to work, one hand gathering some eyeshadow on the pads of your fingers, the other moving to hold his shoulder. Brushes are luxuries you can’t afford right now.

“Close your eyes,” you direct, your voice softer now that your face is only inches away from his, and Hyunjin heeds your words obediently. You begin to dab the crimson powder against the curve of his lids, careful to avoid messing up the rest of his eye makeup. His lashes flutter involuntarily at your gentle touch.

“A shadow to match the lip,” you murmur absently. “I pictured it and knew it had to happen."

Hyunjin makes a sound of approval, and then there is that smirk on his face, the one you’ve learned only means trouble. “You’ve been thinking about my face the whole night, then?”

“No. I’ve been thinking about whether vegetables can feel pain,” you deadpan. “Yes, I've been thinking about your face. It’s my job.”

“Is that all?”

“Sure is.” You blow gently on his finished eye and move on to the other. “Now save your voice for the stage.”

He obliges, but that dreadful, self-assured expression remains on his face, and you're immeasurably grateful that he can’t see the blush that you’re well aware paints your cheeks.

“Done,” you say a minute later, straightening with a confident flourish. And you think you could squeal when Hyunjin opens his eyes, and you see that the exact effect you’d hoped for has been realized: a splash of maroon that is both subtle and seductive, sleek and suave; that not only accentuates the shape of his eyes but pulls attention to his lips, which are dyed a similar hue. Damn, you’re good at your job.

“I don’t have a mirror,” you say, looking around. “I can use my phone if you want to—”

“It’s fine,” he says. “I trust you.”

You grin at this. “Good. Because you look sexy as hell."

Upon hearing your words, he straightens to his full height. You don’t think much of this at first, too busy re-examining the masterpiece you’ve created on his eyelids, but in the blink of an eye you’re suddenly aware that Hyunjin is standing conspicuously and intentionally close to you. You instinctively move away, but you’re too late; he’s already guiding your back to the wall behind you, his body enclosing yours against the smooth surface.

You send a panicked look over Hyunjin’s shoulder, only to realize that the two of you are completely out of anyone’s line of vision. That doesn’t stop the sharp hiss that leaves your lips: “Hyunjin, are you cr—”

But then there is a familiar gust of breath against your skin, a thumb over your cheekbone.

He knows he shouldn’t, but he can’t help himself when you get like this; all bossy and concentrated, an ambitious glint in your eyes, an air of confidence in your gait. He always thinks it’s ironic that your job is to make him look good when all he’s ever done is admire your beauty, so effortless and profuse that it feels timeless, like freshly bloomed forget-me-nots.

He knows he shouldn’t—but that makes him want to more.

When your lips meet, they move together with an ease and familiarity that reveal how many times you’ve done this before. He brings a hand to the small of your back, and you tangle your stained fingers in his luscious hair, the delicious pressure of his mouth upon yours rendering your reluctance (and the eyeshadow palette, which clatters noisily to the floor) momentarily forgotten.

As the kiss deepens, the bridges of your noses slide together; your every sense becomes overwhelmed by the slippery plush of his full lips and the warm caress of his large hands; you drink in the rosy musk of his cologne like your cells need it to live as opposed to oxygen. The tip of Hyunjin’s tongue teases the seam of your lips, as if requesting access, and you grant it to him with a light moan that is both blissful and thoroughly exasperated. When he hears the gorgeous sound, he has half a mind to scoop you up and leave the venue then and there.

Then, a voice bellows from not too far away: “One minute, everyone! Places, places!”

You’re so startled that you not only break away from him but jump a meter into the air, giving Hyunjin’s bicep a hearty slap on your way down. But he is entirely unbothered, dipping his head to press a trail of light kisses along your jaw instead.

“You’ll be watching the performance, yes?” He murmurs against the sensitive skin.

“Of course, what else—”

“—don’t take your eyes off me.”

And the words throw your heart against your ribs like uncooked French fries in a vat of oil.

He is just about to walk away when you realize how decidedly disheveled you’ve left him, and you yank him back to you with a fresh wave of panic. You wipe at his smudged lipstick with the cuffs of your sleeves; nitpick his hair until every strand is back in its proper place. Only when you’ve gotten rid of all the incriminating evidence do you permit him to leave.

“Thank you very much,” he says, bending into a gracious bow, the perfect image of professionalism. The facade is given away only by the upturned corner of his still-flushed lips.

“Break a leg,” you return drily.

The last thing you hear is that stupid, bright laugh before Hyunjin rejoins his members, and they step into the strobe lights together.

Even when the concert begins and the stadium is drowned in fanatical screams, the heartbeat in your ears remains the loudest sound of all—and you bury your burning face in your hands.

Hwang Hyunjin will be the death of you.

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[lulublack90]

Prompt 31 - Insecure

@jegulus-microfic May 31, Word count 1101

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This is it, the final part. I hope you enjoy it. I'm just going to go cry that it's over. Love you all xxx

Sirius dropped down next to James and looked thoughtfully at his brother. 

“What is he? A, maine coon?” He tilted his head, trying to see all of Regulus. Remus leant over and traced the flickering star shape on Regulus’s chest and looked closer at the glowing eyes. 

“I swear I’ve read about a cat like this somewhere,” He screwed up his face as he tried to recall the information. 

Peter crashed through the trees and came to a stop beside them, his hands on his knees as he bent over and inhaled huge gulps of air. He looked over at Regulus in his cat form. 

“Oh, he’s cute,” He wheezed. Regulus hissed at him. “Sorry, regally handsome,” He corrected. Regulus let out a little huff. 

“I think he’s a Cat-Sìth.” Remus started, explaining, "They were these huge cats that lived in the highlands. They used to go and mess about with the muggle farmers, so the wizards in the area told the locals to leave out milk for them on Samhain so they'd bless them, or they’d dry up all their cow’s milk. There was also something about the muggles believing that the cats were really witches that could transform into a cat. And there was something about them stealing souls. But everything I read said that they were all black cats apart from a white patch of fur on their chests and eyes that glowed in the night.” They all looked at Regulus with scrutinising faces and nodded along in agreement. 

Regulus transformed back into his human body. 

“Ha! I’m a legendary myth,” He pointed at Sirius, gloating. 

“You might transform into a legendary myth, Reggie. But at the end of the day, you’re still just an itty bitty ickle pussycat.” Sirius took off running and transformed into Padfoot mid-step as the giant black cat of legend chased him into the forest. James couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him as he heard the unmistakable yelp of a dog being attacked. 

“We should probably go and break them up,” He said to Remus and Peter. They followed the sounds of barking and hissing through the trees.

“We’re going to have to add him to the marauders map and figure out a nickname for him now, aren’t we?” Remus chuckled as Sirius yelped again. 

“Yeah, I think we have to,” James grinned happily at the thought.

***

He was nervous. More nervous than he’d been on the night he’d first turned. He’d followed James, Sirius and Peter out into the grounds. It was still light, but the sun was rapidly sinking towards the horizon. 

Regulus watched James fold away the marauder’s map, now proudly emblazoned with the names, Moony, Wormtail, Eclipse, Padfoot and Prongs. They had decided on Eclipse after they’d pulled Regulus off of Sirius, because James said, with the white flash, he looked like a solar eclipse, with a tiny bit of light in the total darkness.  

The whomping willow reached towards them as they neared. Violently slamming its branches down at them. He watched as Peter transformed into the tiny rat. He scurried under the flailing limbs and pressed a little knot on one of the tree's roots. The willow froze, not even its leaves moved. The four of them slid into the opening at the tree’s base and dropped into the tunnel below. 

Regulus had to stoop to walk forward. He had no idea how Remus walked down here, he must have to nearly crawl. 

The tunnel finally opened up to reveal a door. Sirius pushed it open, and they stepped into the dusty, mouldy insides of the shrieking shack. 

“They send Lupin here?” Regulus asked incredulously. No wonder he’d caused himself so much damage. 

“Better than being locked in a cell made from silver under the ministry,” Sirius said blandly. Regulus turned to his brother, shocked. 

“Is that really what they do?” 

“Yes. Registered werewolves have to report there before the full moon.” Sirius replied. 

“But silver is poison to werewolves,” Regulus argued. Sirius nodded sadly at him. 

“That’s the point, Reggie,” Regulus’s eyes flickered to a spot on the wall behind Sirius’s right shoulder. There was a long deep gouge carved into the wall. His eyes widened as he realised what had caused it. 

“Just how big does Remus get?” He asked, feeling insecure for only a second as he pointed at the claw mark on the wall. Sirius grinned. 

“Let’s just say he makes me look like a puppy.” Regulus stared at him open-mouthed. 

They had to hide quickly when they heard Madam Pomfrey and Remus coming down the passageway. They ran up the stairs and hid in one of the bedrooms until Madam Pomfrey left. 

Sirius rushed back downstairs ahead of them and checked Remus was okay by running his hands all over him. 

“Sirius, I’m fine, stop fussing me,” Remus protested, pushing Sirius away. James pulled Regulus in close. 

"It won’t be long now, love. You ready?” Regulus looked up into James’s eyes and felt completely safe.

“Yeah,” He smiled, being completely truthful. He looked around the room at the four people in the world who truly cared for him and chuckled under his breath.

“What’s so funny?” James asked, his voice full of kindness. Regulus stood on tiptoe and kissed James before he answered. 

“I’m so glad I was out picking fluxweed while a crazed werewolf was running amok.”

“Hey!” Remus feigned outrage through gritted teeth. 

“It's time,” Sirius said, giving Remus one last kiss before he changed into Padfoot. 

Regulus watched through his new eyes as Remus dropped to the floor screaming and writhing. Sirius whined and danced about on his feet and Remus broke apart and reformed as a truly enormous wolf. Eclipse craned his neck to see all of him.

The wolf and the dog sniffed each other excitedly and Padfoot licked the Moony all over his face, wagging his tail excitedly. It took a while, but the wolf eventually spotted the cat. He let out a low growl, but Padfoot rushed to Eclipse’s side and whined at Moony, pleading. Wormtail scuttled forward and sat at Eclipse’s feet. Prongs came to stand behind them all, his antlered head slightly lowered in case he needed to protect them. 

Moony leaned closer, but Eclipse held firm. Moony shoved his nose into the white fur on Eclipse’s chest. Eclipse put his paws on Moony’s muzzle and stood up on his hind legs. The werewolf stared into the Cat-Sìths eyes, recognising him as another legendary creature. Eclipse purred. An approximation of a smirk crept across his feline face, knowing everything would be alright.

[justasimp1]

Matt Murdock x F! Reader

Smut and Fluff!

Celsius

All night you've held it up. The fake smile, fake laugh, and the unwavering demeanor. You felt like you could just explode, knowing the dirty situation you got yourself in.

"You okay?" Karen whispered a little too loudly, making the boys turn their heads to you. You nodded your head, taking another drag of the glimmering alcohol in your glass.

"Yeah I'm doing good. Just a little tipsy" You tried you best to slightly slur your words in a convincing way. Karen and Foggy chuckled, going back to studying the most recent case over again.

You silently cursed at yourself under your breath, squeezing your eyes shut until a tightness formed inside your sockets. You found yourself rereading that one paragraph on the file several times—maybe you really were tipsy...

But you couldn't even be focused completely on the tangy champagne lingering on your tastebuds. You made a short glance at the vigilante overriding your thoughts.

God, he looked so good, loosened his tie, rolled up his sleeves, and that concentrated look on his face that made his strawberry lips curve to the side. And his lips, the 2 pieces of flesh were always in your dreams ever since that night.

You could recite the events like a poem, the number of times you've gone over it in your head, it was more than a memory, it was burned into your hippocampus.

Matt kept looking at you, more than he was supposed to, more than a boss is supposed to look at his worker—or at least that's what you thought. Or maybe it was just your repressed feelings floating back up to the surface.

"Here you are" Matt whispered, a grin covering his mouth. You laughed, unlocking your apartment door but pausing before you could step inside.

"Thanks for walking me home. I owe you" Your breathing was shallow as you noticed the proximity between you two. That day felt like a dream and the parting seemed like your only chance to start something new.

"It's no big deal. I would do it any day" The way he spoke was charming and intoxicating making you get lost looking at his face. It felt like a millisecond and decades passed.

You hardly registered when your weight shifted to the tip of your toes to match his height and when your fingers ghosted the brown locks on his nape, pulling him in. Your conscience finally kicked in when you felt your lips moving against a stiff figure. His whole body was frozen and it was like you could feel the rejection pouring in.

"Shit I'm so sorry I just thought–" You stopped yourself speaking and realized you sound like an assaulter. "Sorry" You rushed inside your home, closing the door and locking it. Your heart was in your ears and the salty beads of years wouldn't stop streaming down your cheeks.

"My Uber's here!" Karen squealed, a hint of eagerness in her voice. You waved bye to her, looking at the couch where Foggy was laid out, 1 second away from falling asleep. When the door clicked shut that's when you notice the embarrassing silence kicking in.

You gathered up the pile of folders Karen was looking at, standing up off the cold wood. You walked toward Matt's office. The blinds had a small crack in them, allowing some of the sunset to seep in. You let out a small giggle, rushing over to the window to see the pink sky.

You wished you could take a picture with your eyes. "So pretty" You reached out to touch the window that was fogging with condensation. You blew your breath on it like an elementary child, tracing a heart with your initials inside of it.

"What is?" That smooth voice made your body go rigid. You gulped, turned around, and scurried to put the files in his file cabinets. You tried to scoot past him, hand-stretched to pull open the door but he caught your arm. "Can we talk?" He asked, in a small desperate whisper.

How could you say no to that? You nodded even though he couldn't see the gesture. "You haven't spoken to me in 64 hours. You didn't say one word to me today, you kept walking past me like I'm a ghost" He sounded crazy like he was pushed over the edge with this.

You found yourself making slow steps back like a timid animal about to get devoured by its biggest predator. "And if it's because of that night...I—" He took a long breath, a hand coming to cover his face.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I don't know what I was thinking. I'm stupid" You blabbered, face turning warm as the sound wall collided with your bath. Matt's finger went underneath your chin to pick up your drooping face.

You blinked rapidly to get rid of the embarrassing tears, looking at him. Maybe it was the blur from the water in your eyes but it seemed like he was getting closer. You blinked one more time to get the glossy liquid out.

And in that second Matt's lips were on yours, moving gently, hand cupping your cheek. You gripped onto his white shirt. It felt good–more than good. You exhaled, feeling his tongue search for whatever was inside your mouth.

You squeezed your thighs together to get rid of the burning bubbling inside your abdomen. Every moral or willingness to finish a civil conversation was thrown out the window. Matt's calloused hands help you tug your leggings off of you.

As the fabric was stripped off you, ghost bumps replaced the clothing. Matt picked you up, stumbling over to his desk, he nudged a few mini things to the floor before laying you on the cold surface like a dinner plate.

He took off his shirt and glasses while maintaining a steamy kissing session with you. You panted in his mouth, undergarments getting soaked with your arousal. You felt his hand cup your clothed heat, palm digging in to apply pressure.

"Wait" You pulled away, the words dying on your tongue when you see his small pants and lips following yours. "We can't—I can't do this, you're my boss" You stammered, hugging your sweater close to your body.

Matt paused for a bit, disappointment settling across his handsome features. "You're fired" The words slipped out briefly before he continued attacking your lips. You didn't have time to process the feelings of getting fired or the quickness of his hands peeling each article of clothing off your body.

You whined, hands entangling themselves in his scalp. He pulled your hips closer to his. You could feel a thick presence pressing against the thin material of your panties. The tip of his cock nudged your undergarments aside, slowly stretching out your walls.

You opened your mouth in ecstasy, a long moan leaving your mouth. "Matthew" You whispered in his ear, wrapping your legs around his figure. He started moving, and the sound of skin connecting filled the room.

Your stomach tightened with every thrust pushed inside of you. You could feel the cold breeze from the AC ghosting your bare hole. The muscles of your thighs ache as he pushed your legs aside to keep shoving in his length. You felt your back arch from the table's shaking surface.

"I've wanted this so bad" He spoke quietly, mouth pressed against the crook of your nape so that with every breath he took he could get a inhale of your presence. His cock was slightly twitching inside of you as he started to move faster.

Your climax was tighter to hold onto, the familiar white specks covering your vision, heart taking over other sounds. You started to repeat Matt's name like a mantra, your fingers digging into his back.

He didn't stop as you started convulsing, the exploding electricity taking over your body. You moaned and the itching sensation when he didn't stop bucking his hope into you.

The warm wetness made a white ring around his shaft enter inside of you, making new squelches and other damp sex sounds. You're mouth parted, whining at him to stop. Matt finally pulled out, cum sprouting over your torso.

He lifted his face, hand coming up to your cheek, brushing away invisible loose hairs on your face. "You're so beautiful" He kissed you, the motion filled with sweetness and relaxation. You couldn't help but roll your eyes.

"I wished I wasn't so scared that night..." Matt trailed off but you interrupted him with a kiss, holding him tight.

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[starshipsofstarlord]

An accidental flash - Barry Allen x Wayne!reader

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Word count - 1749

Summary; interruption is often than not present in the life of justice, this time Barry Allen is involved

Warnings; nudity, fluff, awkwardness, erection, making out, swearing, brief mention of the talk, mention of murder and prison

The mission had been long and gruelling, and you were just happy that it was over. Being a member of the justice league was hard all on its own, throw being the daughter of Bruce Wayne into the mix, it was understandably a nightmare at times. Sweat riddled your body as though you were the ploy of a river, drowning in your own body’s function as you ripped off your mask and tossed it carelessly onto your bedroom floor; next, your target was the zipper at the front of your suit, luckily your father had fixed it, in the past it had a tendency to get stuck.

Though maybe it’d have been better if it were to have upheld you for a few minutes as you struggled to descend the line of metal teeth downwards, that way you’d have been covered whence an intruder whisked into your room. Everything usually ran slow for him, however this time appeared different, for he showed up just when your suit hit the ground, leaving you half naked, in nothing more than your panties. It took you a moment to even realise that he were there, at your doorway, mouth agape as he took in your exposed beauty.

His heart was practically fluttering out of his chest as he saw you in all your glory, even if it were from the back, and you were sufficiently oblivious to his wondering eyes. Your father would kill him if he ever knew that he were getting this kind of a view of his daughter, but he had yet to panic at that prospect, he was more so focused on how the wading of your spine rippled and the tiresome joints of your shoulders rolled as you stretched your back. Without much of a thought you turned around, with the mental security of the door to your room being closed.

But no longer was it as your eyes widened, and your hands scurried to cover your bare breasts; Barry too realised that his ogling had been a mistake, he knew it was wrong from the get go, but he was so fastened with the concept of being hypnotised by your oblivious magnificence that he’d hardly registered how definitely rude his wordless actions had been. “Oh- I, um- I’m sorry.” The boy stuttered, a flush ravishing his cheeks from being caught shamelessly peeping as he turned around, blocking your entrancing body from his eyes.

“I-it’s, it’s okay Barry.” You confided in him, as you desperately searched for a tee. This base was so new that you’d hardly had the time to move in, a shower sounded absolute, however you were going to need some clothes to change into afterwards. “Do you think you could get me a robe or something please, if it’s not too much?” Barry considered the or something portion of your enquiry as he removed his infamous red hoodie, turning towards you before realising his mistake once more.

“Sure.” He grimaced from his exact mistake again, trying not to begin too drool at the sight of you, moonwalking to reach you and handing you the hoodie, however he tripped over your suit, leaving him in despair on the ground, and you whom had also fallen atop of him. If he hadn’t been so distracted, he could have avoided the awkward scenario that had stumbled the two of you into the current position that you were clambered in. Barry gulped, feeling your breasts pressed straight against his chest, he could feel a masking of nervousness creeping over his neck, as his breath fanned over your upper lip.

“Hi.” He spoke softly, his eyes locked on your own. Doing so concealed his nervousness, and it showed that he had no intent to look elsewhere on your body. A smile sprung onto your lips as you felt the constant pounding in the speedster’s chest, it ravaged against your body as it pulmonary beat through the cage of his ribs, sending unintentional shock waves through your body. You licked your lips, a light furrow distorting your brows as you quirked yourself head at his words, eyes also engaged with frolicking in the visual of his own.

“Hi.” Was your repeat. It was strange to be so close to Barry, especially in this sense, but you weren’t entirely complaining. It was unknown how you were supposed to revel out of this position without him seeing you clad in nothing more than your underwear, a part of you was frustrated that you’d have to. And then you felt it, a solid notion against your leg, spurring from his jeans, and resting against your covered mound. “Please tell me that is your phone.”

An awkward smile, with stretched lips and shown teeth justified the truth; it indeed was no device. He had gotten hard from the accidental predicament that the pair of you had quite literally tumbled into. “Sorry.” He mumbled, about to look down, but remembering that was not such a good idea. “I can’t help it- you’re so beautiful in and out of clothes, and like, it’s my body, that has yours against it, if you get me?” He rambled, making you shake your head at him, and laugh lightly, causing him to freeze.

“Okay.” You replied, hardly believing that you were about to do such an act, as you learn down and pecked his lips. His entire body, and you meant entire, went rigid, lulling in the brief moment that your lips were against your own, a dazed and dopey expression contorting his face. “You good Allen?” You enquired with a pat to his chest, as he licked his lips, reminiscing in the taste of your own. He dumbly nodded, though he intently pulled you back down for another, elongated encore of the action.

The pair of you were enduring a passion, more innocent as it seemed, making you oblivious to the footsteps that gained closeness every moment that you spent revelled in one another. Perhaps no one would have known that you and Barry were entangled like so if your door were closed, but it was not, leaving a sufficient glance for any passers by. When Victor walked passed, he gave you a small applause, and a light catcall, making your head jolt up, only for Barry to pull it back down.

Arthur smirked and shook his head; kids. He said nothing and stoically traipsed past, whilst Dianna recalled that she ought to direct a motive talk to the pair of you later on. Those two were away from your senses. Barry’s hands found refuge on your back, pinning you closer against him as he felt you slither your tongue against his lips, and he was certainly more than happy to allow you entry into the warm and wet cavern of his mouth. He groaned when you tugged delightedly upon his dark locks, feeling how your tongue swirled around in his mouth, fighting and winning dominance in the realm.

It was quite the conjuncture to be caught in, more so by the billionaire in Gotham, the Batman. As soon as Bruce saw you, his daughter, and the young man that he recruited for the team attached in such ways that he did not appreciate, he called out your name, making you shiver against your team member as you looked up, terrified of the fact that he had seen you like this, with Barry! Really, you should have expected nothing more, or at least have shut the door, but you had been too occupied.

Bruce cleared his throat as a blush blossomed over Barry’s skin, he was internally terrified. If you weren’t atop of him, he’d have definitely sped away, saving his skin from the hell that he’d endure from your father. You expected your parent to shout, to scold you, to threaten the life of the man beneath you, but instead he diverted his eyes, and raised his brows, as he thought of the talk that he’d have to have with the pair of you later on. “The two of you missed the meeting, now I see why.”

“It’s not what it looks like.” Bolted from your mouth, but the only response that you earned from your father was him shutting the door, to everyone’s relief. “Fuck.” You groaned, dropping your head upon Barry’s chest. It was embarrassing, sure you were no longer some teenager that needed to be checked on every five minutes, or directed down a narrow path, but it was nerve wrecking all the same. You’d never wanted your father to see you like that, and if he had reprimanded you, that’d have been highly hypocritical all the same.

“He didn’t kill me.” Relief embezzled Barry as he heaved a heavy sigh, dropping his head back onto the carpet. “I mean if he did, then both our fathers would be in prison.” He spoke with a shrug, and you placed a sweet peck onto his jaw, causing a smile to reprimand presence onto his handsome and well structured face.

“Eh.” You shrugged considerably, Barry raising his brows at your reaction, that had yet to be finished. “He’d have someone cover it up, and he’d still be a free man. Money can do quite a lot. For all we know, he’s plotting on taking you out when you least expect it.” You reasoned, making his hands pause their stroking on your back.

“I must insist on another kiss before that happens then.” He puckered his lips, but rather than receiving a diligent peck opposed onto the surface of them, your forefinger pressed down on them, halting his hopes for a continuation.

“Take me on a date Allen.” You winked at him as you stood, no longer covering up from his gaze as you grasped his hoodie, and retreated into the attached bathroom. You were certainly something else, and if Bruce were to kill him in some way, he was sure it’d be worth it. When he was with you, he liked to endure everything slowly, and appreciate every notion in progress that you made, whether it be a true smile or a blunt roll of your eyes.

The sound of the stream from the shower turning on alerted his ears that you were now cleansing yourself, he too thought that sounded like a good idea, and thus he vacated to his own room and did so, singing lightly in the shower as he thought of where he could take you for a first date.

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Every Little Thing

Pairing: Colin Shea x fem!Reader

Words: ~4.3k

Summary: You and Colin are two slutty pea in a pod neighbors, but maybe you could be more?

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (fingering, f receiving oral sex, unprotected vaginal sex), idiots in love, excessive alcohol consumption, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!!

A/N: Ugh, I love Colin and I can’t believe it took me so long to write him. Before I get a bunch of notes about it, they’re gonna realize their feelings eventually but it might take a couple fics because they’re both morons, but they’re pretty morons so it’s fine 😉

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Divider by @firefly-graphics

Oh god, what the fuck was that noise? Why was your phone ringing at 8 AM on a fucking Sunday?

You picked up the offensive object and growled when you got a look at the caller ID.

“Colin, it’s Sunday morning, this had better be really good. I didn’t get home until 4 AM.”

“She won’t fucking leave.” He hissed over the line. “She wants to go out for waffles.”

“I fail to see how this is my problem.” You grumbled, rolling over onto your back and flinging your arm over your eyes. “Just ditch her at the fucking waffle place.”

“C’mon, Y/N, that’s like a second date. What about our deal?” That fucking deal, he definitely benefitted more from it than you did.

“You’re an asshole.” You mumbled, sitting up with an exhausted groan. “Gimme 5 minutes.”

“You’re the best!” You could hear the fucking grin in his voice and rolled your eyes at him.

“Yeah, I fucking know.” You didn’t wait for him to confirm before you hung up on him, stretching your whole body as you moved to put on some clothes.

It only took you a few minutes to pull on some old jeans and a sweatshirt and then you were stomping across the hall to Colin’s apartment, determined to make this as uncomfortable as possible for him. 

“Colin Shea!” You pounded on the door viciously. “This is your wife! I found your little love nest! What hooker do you have in there now?”

You couldn’t help but grin to yourself as you heard a commotion from inside, someone was cursing up a storm and you were pretty sure you heard a couple of slaps.

“I can hear you in there.” You tried to make it sound like you were on the verge of tears. “What about Colin Junior? I’m not raising that baby on my own, you bastard!”

The door slammed open and a very angry looking woman stormed out, shooting a glare over her shoulder and calling Colin a motherfucker as she scurried down the stairs. He came rushing after her with a frustrated look on his face, rubbing the side of his jaw and scowling when he got a look at the shit eating grin on your face.

“My wife?” He asked incredulously, grabbing his hoodie and pulling it over his naked torso as you just continued laughing at him. “That was kinda mean.”

“8 AM on a Sunday, Shea.” You booped his nose with your finger and winked at him before turning to head back to your place. “You wake me up before 10 AM on a weekend and you take what you can get. I’m going back to bed.”

“Wait, Y/N, don’t you wanna have breakfast or something?” He jogged after you, ignoring the glower you shot him as you opened your door. “I’ll make you my famous eggs.”

“Did you not hear me when I said I got in at 4 AM?” You frowned at him when he kept you from closing your front door. “Colin, quit being so clingy. If I wanted to have breakfast with some annoying dude I would’ve actually brought that lawyer from last night home.”

“A lawyer, huh?” He was giving you one of those stupid looks that he typically reserved for girls he was trying to bang but that he definitely knew didn’t work on you. “And that didn’t even do it for you.”

“I mean, I still rode that beard for a good hour, but he was super depressing.” You kept knocking your door against his foot with an annoyed air. “Which is why I need to sleep, so get out of my fucking doorway.”

“Fine, we’re hanging out later though!” He called as you slammed the door in his face.

You just ripped off your clothes and crawled back into bed, burying your face in your pillows and cursing the sun as you did your best to fall back asleep.

It must have happened at some point, because you woke up six hours later with a mouth full of cotton and absolutely drenched in sweat. Why was it so fucking hot?

The pillow case tried to come with your face when you rolled out of the bed and you threw it away from you with a huff as you padded to inspect your air conditioner. 

It wasn’t on. You knelt in front of it and whined as you tried flicking it off and on and nothing happened. This could not be happening, not with summer just about to start. It was supposed to be in the 90s today. No matter what you tried, it didn’t turn on. Granted, all you tried was unplugging it and plugging it back in, but that always worked with your computer.

The call to the repair company was no luck, they were closed for the weekend. This was going to suck, you fucking hated being hot. You moved to your kitchen to try to find some way to cool off after opening every damn window in your place to hopefully get some kind of air circulation going.

That’s when you spotted it. 

The frozen margarita machine you had bought on an absinthe fueled online shopping spree and never gotten around to returning. It was like a little miracle right there in your kitchen, designed to help you cool off and get drunk so you could forget about how fucking hot it was while you did the week’s worth of chores you had been procrastinating.

You hummed happily when that first gulp of frozen tequila goodness slid down your throat, and maybe you shouldn’t have chugged the whole thing but who fucking cared, it was hot. Time flew by as you downed those things like it was your fucking job, scrubbing your pots and pans and singing little songs to yourself.

Music started drifting through your open windows but you barely registered it even as you started singing along because it was Queen and how could you not.

It was the third time you had filled that margarita machine and you were feeling fantastic, dancing around your kitchen as you continued cleaning your dishes. Whoever was playing music was still going strong and you began belting when they started doing Seven Seas of Rhye.

“You are mine, I possess you, I belong to you foreveeeEEER!”

“Hey, Y/N!”

Your badass high note devolved into a shriek and you turned to chuck the cup you were holding at the intruder on the fire escape, cursing when you saw it was Colin. He managed to duck out of the way at the last second with a muttered fuck and you sighed as you watched your mug sail over his shoulder.

“Fuck, Shea, that was my favorite mug!” You pouted, stamping your foot a little and taking another gulp of your margarita. “What the fuck are you doing on my fire escape?”

He gave you a stupid cocky grin as he watched to try to lean on one hand on your counter and almost go down when you missed it at the last second.

“Are you drunk, honey?” Fuck him for calling you honey, that wiley asshole. “We could hear you singing from the roof.”

“I’m just a little buzzed.” You hiccupped. “Who’s we?”

“My band.” He crawled into your apartment and caught you when you tripped over your own feet again, still grinning at you like an idiot. “The ones you were singing along with.”

“That was your band?” You had never realized how blue his eyes were. “You guys sound great!”

“Yeah, you sound pretty good yourself.” He grabbed the cup you were holding and gave it a sniff, coughing a little before he set it on the counter. “Maybe you should come hang out with us instead of drinking what I think is blended jet fuel and ice all by yourself.”

“If I’m gonna hang out with you guys I think I should bring a pitcher of margs.” He was really fucking pretty, had you noticed that before? “Don’t wanna be a bad hostess.”

“Oh, baby, you’re wasted.” He tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear and you felt your chest flutter a little bit. “No more margs for you. Come sing with us while you sober up. No, no.” He pulled you back when you tried to crawl out the window and started dragging you towards your door. “Ladder doesn’t really seem like a good idea right now, let’s take the stairs.”

You tossed your head back as you laughed, slapping his chest while you leaned heavily on him and let him guide you through the hall and to the stairs to the roof. Those were some firm pecs, you were a little marvelled at the way your palm just bounced right off so you slapped it again.

“Wow.” It was like your hand was moving independently from your brain as you gave him a pretty brazen squeeze. “Your tits are fantastic, Colin.”

“Holy shit, Y/N!” He was laughing hysterically when he shoved the door to the roof open. “Your drunk game is on point sweetie. Guys, this is Y/N, the killer vocals you heard from downstairs. She’s a little tipsy.”

They introduced themselves and you promptly forgot all of their names, your hand trailing down Colin’s chest until you could press it against his abs. This was getting weird, it’s not like you hadn’t seen him naked before. But seeing and touching were apparently two very different things.

“We still doing Queen, boys?” You said, finally tearing your eyes away from Colin after poking him in the bellybutton and grinning when he made a noise like the Pillsbury doughboy. “Cos I’m good with whatever.”

“What about some Journey?” He slung his SG over his shoulder and watched you carefully as you grabbed the mike one of his bandmates was handing you. “You wanna sit down, hon?”

“Don’t call me hon, sweetheart.” You teased, giving him a wink and tapping the mike a couple of times. “I’ll be fine. Journey feels a little basic but ok. Faithfully or Lovin’ Touchin’ Squeezin’?”

That grin he gave you should not have been affecting you like this, maybe you did have too many margaritas. The bassist started playing the opening riff to Lovin’ Touchin’ Squeezin’ and your grin got even wider, your hips moving to the beat as you kept your eyes on Colin. You laughed happily when he joined in with the guitar part, joining in after the piano had done its thing and losing yourself in the music.

He could not take his eyes off of you, he was pretty sure you’d never been this fucking cheerful around him before. Not that you were especially grumpy or anything, or that your typical dry wit didn’t immediately endear you to him. But seeing you with that goofy grin as you sang every fucking Journey song they had in their roster until the sun set was not helping the already prodigious crush he had on you. 

Now the two of you were sitting on the couch he had dragged up there months ago and watching his bandmates pack up their gear, saying goodbye to each of them as they headed down the stairs and left you two to lean against each other and sigh happily. You had your legs flung over his lap as he plucked at his guitar strings lazily, kicking your feet slowly and leaning back on the sofa as you watched him closely and sipped on a bottle of water.

“You ever do any actual performing, honey?” He asked, his fingers running over your calf absentmindedly. “Cos with that voice you could probably line up some gigs.”

“Just karaoke.” You murmured. You were definitely sobering up now, but you were still hyper aware of his hands on your skin and it was giving you some feelings you weren’t totally sure about. “Lemme see that thing.”

“What?” He gave a little huff when you grabbed the neck of his guitar and pulled it into your lap. “Baby, do not tell me you play.”

“I mean, it’s been a little while, but I think I remember a couple chords.” You gave him another grin and his chest started to hurt.

“Jesus, a couple chords?” He laughed to cover the absolutely filthy sound he almost made when you started playing, it was like he had made you on a computer. “Honey, that’s Led Zeppelin.”

“Yeah, but it’s easy Zeppelin.” You teased, turning your body so you could lean against his chest and not missing the low rumble you felt when you tucked your head against his shoulder. “It’s Coda.”

“Uh-huh.” Being this close to you was doing something to him, he suddenly had the overwhelming urge to smell your hair. 

“Why haven’t we slept together, Col?” Fuck it, you might as well do this.

He choked on the water he was drinking, turning his face so he didn’t spit it all over you as you stopped your playing and grinned at him.

“I seem to remember giving it a good try when you moved in.” He managed to get himself under control and turned his face back to you. “But you said you had a rule about not fucking people who live in the same building as you. Something about not shitting where you eat.”

“That’s about sex with coworkers.” You said, scrunching your face up as you tried to remember what your exact justification had been.

“Which is what I told you.” He tried to scoot away from you but you followed after him. “To which you replied, ‘doesn’t matter, not gonna happen’.”

“Huh, that seems awful short-sighted of me.” You scooted closer again and this time he let you. “C’mon, we’ve fucked almost everyone else in this city, we’d have gotten to each other eventually anyways.”

“Jesus, what a romantic sentiment.” He was trying to focus real hard on his softeners, but they weren’t working with you squirming against him like that. “You really want to do this?”

“I mean, I think we’d enjoy it.” You set his guitar aside and turned so your chest was pressed to his. “It’s not like we’re gonna catch feels, or anything. Just gonna see what all the fuss is about.”

“Right.” Maybe this would get his little crush out of his system. “Let’s not do it on the roof, though.”

“God, no. My place?” You stood up and started heading towards the fire escape.

“Yeah, ok.” He watched you climb down to your apartment before sliding down the ladder after you like the damn frat boy he was.

As soon as he climbed in the window you were dragging him towards you, swallowing his tiny cry of surprise when you pulled his mouth to yours. His lips were unbelievably soft against your own, and when he opened up and stroked your tongue with his? 

Fuck.

“Shit, Colin.” You purred when he started trailing his lips down your throat. “I feel like maybe we should’ve done this sooner.”

“Yeah, maybe.” His voice was muffled as his mouth moved to your chest, one hand moving to hook under the neckline of your camisole and pulling on it until your breasts popped out. “Well fuck me. No wonder you know so much about fantastic tits.”

You laughed at that, arching into his face and grinning down at him as he buried his face between your tits and gazed at you through his lashes. Those stupid, long as all fuck lashes that were brushing against your skin as he mouthed at your soft curves. 

“Jesus, fuck.” You wound your fingers through his hair when he dragged his tongue over your nipple, tugging on it softly and guiding him further into your apartment. “God, you really know how to use that mouth of yours, sweetie.”

“Oh, honey, you don’t even know.” He teased, moving his face back to yours and lifting you to wrap your legs around his waist as he started carrying you towards your bedroom.  “You wanna find out, though?”

“You tease all the girls you fuck this much?” You nipped at his lips and grinned when he moaned into your mouth, reaching behind you to open the door to your bedroom. 

“Nah, that’s just for you, baby.” He cooed, giving you a quick peck on the lips before dropping you on the bed with a huff.

Every place his fingers touched sent a jolt of heat through your body straight to your core, your eyes never leaving his as he started kissing and nipping his way down your torso after pulling your cami over your head. He grinned against your thigh when you moaned after he yanked your shorts down your legs, sucking a soft bruise into your flesh before rubbing his face over your clothed core and inhaling deeply.

You throbbed under his lips as he pressed gentle kisses over the fabric that covered your mound, hooking your legs over his shoulders and trying to grind into him when he tugged at your panties with his teeth and let them snap back into place teasingly. His fingers skimmed up your legs until he could hook them under the band of your panties and drag them off you, sighing heavily when he settled back between your thighs and got a good look at you.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty.” He spread you apart with his fingers and flicked his tongue out to run over your slit softly, moaning when he finally tasted you. 

“I bet you say that to all the girls.” You ran your fingers through his hair and beamed at him, rolling your hips against his face when he sucked your pussy lips into his mouth with a low hum.

Colin chuckled into your cunt at that, pressing gentle kisses all over your soft folds before dragging his tongue over you in a heavy stripe. Your body reacted immediately when he reached your clit, your back arching off the bed and your legs curling around his neck as he repeated the same process but at a much slower pace. 

Two of his fingers slid inside you as he wrapped his lips around your clit and you keened, gripping his hair by the roots and tugging hard when he started stretching you open while his lips drove you wild. The rhythm of his suction and release matched the curling of his fingers inside you and made you want to scream, your free hand reaching above your head and digging hard into your pillow as your body tried to rise off the bed when he brought you right to the edge of your peak right away. 

“Col, Colin, oh fuck.” He felt like your thighs were gonna suffocate him but those sounds you were making for him had him past the point of caring about a silly thing like oxygen. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.”

Your whole body seized against his face as you let out a gorgeous fluttering moan, soaking his lips and chin in your release as he hummed with satisfaction into your pussy. He sat up when you finally released him, removing his clothes in a rush as he watched you pant underneath him and run your tongue over your lips. God, you were fucking beautiful, he couldn’t believe he’d waited so long to do this.

Before you had a chance to say anything he was hooking your knee over his elbow and thrusting into you, sheathing himself to the hilt in one smooth motion and releasing his breath in a thin hiss when he felt your satiny walls flutter around him. 

“Ah, fuck, you feel amazing.” He ducked his face to catch your lips with his before pulling back with a groan. “Shit, I forgot a condom. Uh, I’m clean, just got tested last week.”

“God, you’re fine sweetie.” You brought a hand up to cup his jaw and ran a thumb over his cheek in a soothing gesture. “Also clean and I have an IUD, so we’re peachy. I am a little mad at you though.”

“Yeah, why?” He wasn’t too worried, you were still grinning at him as he started moving his hips slowly.

“Well, Jesus, fuck, you’re big.” You almost lost your train of thought when he tilted your hips just a bit and his cock hit you deep. “I usually like to reciprocate oral, sweetie. I barely even got a look at what you’re packing down there.”

“You’ve seen it before.” He groaned when you wrapped your free leg around his hips and rolled your body against his.

“Just glances though.” You gripped his biceps and dug your nails in, biting your lip as he continued dragging his length over every inch of you at an agonizing pace. “And never hard.”

“Honey, there’s no way I’m pulling out for you to take a good look so you’re gonna have to make due.” He teased, grinding against your clit and grinning when your eyes fluttered closed.

“Fine.” You huffed, frowning a little before winking at him. “We’re switching then.”

“What?”

You didn’t answer, just giving him a cocky grin and gripping his hips with your thighs. One quick move and he was under you, a small sound of surprise leaving his lips when you were suddenly straddling his hips and grinning down at him.

“Oh yeah, that’s better.” You placed one palm on the center of his chest and curled your fingers through his chest hair as you rose up on your knees before sinking down again nice and slow, loving the low groan you felt reverberate in his chest when you clenched around him. “Good for you, Col?”

“Yes, yeah, s’ good.” He was completely mesmerized by you, his eyes trailing over your body as you arched your back and continued to ride him. 

The way he was reacting to you was making it hard for you to focus on what you were doing, his eyes soft and relaxed on yours and his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he slowly moved his hips to meet your own. You could’ve lost yourself in those eyes if you really wanted to.

Shit, none of that.

His fingers started trailing up your sides when he fucked up into you suddenly and he lost it at the way your tits bounced for him, sitting up with a whine and nuzzling into your chest before wrapping his lips around your nipple as he started bucking wildly.

“Shit, fuck, Colin.” He was hitting your cervix with each punch of his hips and it was taking all your self control to not pass out from how hard he was railing you, wrapping your legs around him and dragging your lips over his jaw. “Baby, you’re gonna make me come again.”

“Yeah? Good.” He cupped your jaw and brought your face back to his, tugging at your lips with his teeth while he gazed into your eyes. “I wanna watch your face while you come.”

You kept your eyes open and trained on his, worrying his bottom lip with your teeth and resting your forehead against his as you felt a warm coil gathering in the pit of your stomach. It was like you were falling into those lust blown pools as he took you apart, your lips crashing against his as the coil snapped and you gasped his name into his mouth. 

The feeling of your entire body fluttering around him was too much, and he followed you with a low growl. He muttered your name under his breath as he spilled his cum inside you, holding you close to his chest and rubbing his nose against yours.

You fell on top of him when he collapsed back against the bed, the two of you laughing breathlessly as you tangled your limbs and molded your lips together before pulling back and gazing at each other some more. Both of you lost yourselves for just a beat, your chests heaving against each other’s before disconnecting and rolling off the bed in two opposite directions as you did your best to compose yourselves.

“I’d say you definitely earned all those screams I’ve heard coming from your apartment, Shea.” You teased, trying your best to lighten the mood and not dwell on the desire you had to ask him to spend the night. 

“Yeah, well I’ve always thought so.” He was avoiding looking at you as much as possible, searching the room for his clothes and fighting the urge to pull you back into the bed and snuggle with you. “Have you seen my converse?”

“Yeah, here.” You shoved his shoes at him after pulling an oversized tee over your head. “Well, I’ve got work in the morning, so…”

“Right, I’ll, um, I’ll talk to you later, I guess.” He shuffled towards your front door and pulled it open before leaning back to look at you one more time. “You can join us for band practice any time, by the way.”

“That would be great.” That smile you were giving him made him feel like his heart was going to break. “I promise not to be sloppy drunk next time.”

“Aww, drunk Y/N was pretty fun, but ok.” He winked at you then left in a hurry, slamming the door behind him. 

You fell back on your bed and ran your hands over your face in frustration, hating yourself for coming up with this stupid idea because now all you wanted was to have breakfast with that beautiful idiot tomorrow after sleeping on top of his chest.

“Goddamn it.”

Colin grabbed himself a beer when he got back to his apartment and chugged it, sinking into one of his barstools and considering the fact that he was absolutely not over his crush after everything the two of you had just done.

“Shit.”

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Please | Diluc x f!reader (NSFW)

Summary: diluc tries out some aphrodisiacs on u <3

Warnings: Smut, aphrodisiacs, intoxication, slight dubcon, oral, unprotected sex (lmk if i forgot any!)

Note: First post! If you like my writing, requests for nsfw or sfw are greatly appreciated :)

"Are you sure this is going to work..?" Diluc peered into the little vial that Albedo had bestowed upon him. It was a little bit foggy in there, a light pink tone. "This little of an amount too?"

Albedo nodded in silence, then walked back to his desk. "I think you'll find it actually works quite well. If it doesn't, let me know." He sat down and straightened the loose papers that were strewn across the tabletop. Diluc simply nodded in thanks and scurried out, closing the door behind him.

-xxx-

The sun has long set, nearing about midnight. Diluc stood in the tavern among the last few patrons chugging down their drinks. He wiped glass after glass, occasionally checking the clock. When would you finally be here, he thought to himself, placing another glass away.

"Don't get so worked up over her, Di!" Kaeya laughed, words slurring a little. He was sat at the counter with Rosaria. The rain pounded heavily on roof of the building, sending Diluc into further panic, although he hid it well. Maybe you had gotten caught in the rain? You could catch pneumonia out there! He tossed the rag down and leaned on the counter to catch a breath.

Rosaria glanced at Kaeya, both of them equally intoxicated and giggly, and turned back to Diluc. "Yeah, why are you so tensed up about her? It's not like she needs to abide by tavern hours anyway, she'll get here when she gets here!" She shouted the last line a little, Diluc scoffing at the stupor of these two. The tavern was closing in only half an hour. He could leave it open just for the two of you, it would make it easier anyway.

Suddenly, the door whipped open, and there you were, squeezing out your hair outisde the door. Head to toe, you were dripping wet. The three last people in the tavern turned to look at you as you laughed sheepishly. "I missed the forecast," you shivered and came to the bar counter, leaning over to kiss Diluc on the cheek, much to the delight of Kaeya and Rosaria.

He tensed up looking at you. Even fresh out of the pouring rain and all disheveled, you were still the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. You had mentioned being ok with what he was going to do before, so he knew that he wasn't in the wrong, but the feeling of doing something so taboo got him going, especially with you standing right in front of him.

Glancing at the time, 12:30 am, he quickly ushered the drunken Kaeya and Rosaria out of the bar. "Shall I get you a towel to dry off?" He patted your soaked hair as he turned to the stairs. "Nonono," you laughed, "Drink first. Then towel."

He gulped. Now was the time he needed to do it, arousal and nerves swirling around his mind. "As you wish," He breathed out as he poured a glass of dandelion wine, your favourite. While his tall frame was turned against you, he carefully slid the vial out of his pocket, pouring it into the glass. It dissolved quite neatly, save a few sparks that flew out.

He picked up the drink, turning around and placing it hastily down in front of you. Giving him a weird look, you picked up the drink and looked at it for a good few seconds. Shit, I've been caught, he thought as he stared straight into your confused eyes. Shrugging, you took a swig of the wine.

Eyes widening, you looked up at his looming figure, "This is great! Did you put something in it?" You joked and giggled as you took another sip. His heart skipped a beat and shook his head. "I'll go get you that towel," Diluc started climbing the stairs, looking down over the railing to see you take another swig.

Looking down on the glass in front of you, your head started to feel a little floaty. Your wet skin started to feel a little warmer, maybe the warmth of the tavern was helping. That's all you thought, until you started feeling a pulsing feeling. Where's Diluc is all you thought as you took another short sip from the oh so delicious wine.

Diluc came back down the stairs, sneaking up behind you to place the towel over your now damp hair. Whipping around, you grabbed onto his waist and pulled him closer. "Diiiiiiluc.." You groaned into his stomach. "I'm so hot.. and so wet.." Your doe eyes looked up to him, gauging his response. His crimson red eyes looked back down on yours, starting to fill with lust.

He thought whether to just satisfy you now, or let you finish the substance he oh so intensely bargained for. "Don't you want to finish your drink?" In your foggy brain, anything Diluc says goes, so you nodded, still cuddled in his chest. He could get used to this, he thought as he gently grabbed the back of your head.

Bending down to whisper in your ear, "Would you some help with that?" You nodded again, turning your head to try and kiss him. "Yes please, Luc." That set a light inside of him as he picked up your spiked drink, pulling your head back a little. Moving the glass up to your lips, you parted them just enough to latch onto the glass, drinking it thirstily as he tilted the glass further and further, right till the very last drop.

As the wine went down your throat, you felt a sudden jolt of pleasure, moaning into Diluc's arms as he picked you up. It was as if any touch had you off the rails. As Diluc carried you up the steps to the third floor of the tavern, you peppered little kisses and nips all over his neck and cheek. "Where are we going..?" You breathed into his neck as he pushed the top floor door open with his hip.

Diluc placed you down carefully on the guest room bed, then stood back to admire the blank canvas in front of him. How beautiful you were lying there, moaning as you grabbed onto the bedsheets, a hungry expression on your face.

"Diluc, come here," you called out, shaking him out of his trance. He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself on top of you, pinning you down. "Yes, my dear?" He cooed, leaning down to plant a soft kiss on the corner of your lips. You in turn grabbed his collar a bit harsher than you meant to, staring straight into his moonlit eyes. "Fuck me, Diluc." You whispered just close enough for him to hear. "I need it. Please fuck me.." You trailed off, feeling him start to trail his mouth down your neck.

"As you wish," He smirked slightly, unbuttoning your shirt one by one. "You really want it that badly, darling?" You nodded your head vigorously in return, threading your hands in his red locks. "I need you Dilu-" You were cut off by the man biting your hard nipple. Moans escaped your mouth in a steady flow as he licked and sucked it, playing with the other in his hand. "M-More please!!" You cried as the spike really started to set in, causing an unsatiable fire inside of you.

"You're so greedy, you know that?" Diluc growled, pinching your nipple with his hot fingers, it felt like a zap in your system. "I did this to you and no one else," He continued as he bit at you more and more. "By the end of tonight, the only thing that'll still be in your mind is me.." Only half of it registered in your mind, but the sound of his low voice vibrating through your system is all you needed to remember.

"Repeat it, my love.." He raised his face to be inches away from you, slowly reaching his hand down your unbuttoned pants, "Only I can make you feel this way." He toyed his finger at your entrance as you gathered the words in your mind.

"Only you can make me-"

He shoved his fingers inside you deep in, finishing your sentence with a scream. "D-Diluc-!" You huffed out as he started pushing in and out fast, curling at your g-spot. "More! More-" You yelped, bucking your hips, pushing his fingers in further. "Oh you want more?" He licked your jaw, sucking at the rainwater still left over. "Almost.. There-" You prepared to have the orgasm of a lifetime but was stopped short by Diluc pulling his fingers out.

You whimpered as he raised himself back up to your level. You were so cute laying there quivering, he thought. "What do you desire, y/n?" He inquired, toying with your wet hair strands, your face now a mix of rainwater, sweat, and tears of joy. "Give it to me, DIluc," You pushed his head down, craving that sweet release that was stripped from you.

He scoffed at your selfishness as he pulled down you pants and underwear, as if he didn't do this to you. He'll make you understand the manners you need to use for him. His tongue slit against your throbbing clit, sending you back on the ride. as he dined on your clit, his hand found its way back to your sopping entrance, continuing the pace he was going at before.

Your sight was blurry as you looked down, all you could see was the shape of Diluc. Him and the stars that filled your vision. You've never felt like this before, each lick and suck he did felt like its own orgasm. Diluc's doing this. Diluc's the one making you feel like this. Only he can make you feel this way. The words he put in your mind were the only words left at all as he took your brain away piece by piece, he was all that was left.

"Diluc.. Diluc.. Diluc!!" You screamed as you got pushed to the very edge. Suddenly, as if he could tell you were about to fully become his, he pulled himself away again. Tears rolled down your pretty cheeks as you brought your hand down, needing to finish yourself but to no avail. "Tsk," He sat himself up, giving you his fingers to suck off.

"I'm afraid only I can make you cum, my dear.." He peeled your hand away from your clit, and you moaned in defiance, at least as much as you could with his fingers in your mouth. "But you made a vital mistake," He took his fingers out, trailing them gently down your waist. "You didn't say please."

"P-Please Diluc.." You choked out, taking extra time to remember the word please, all you could think of is Diluc. "There you go! Was it that hard?" He tucked your disheveled hair behind your ear as he unbuckled his pants, taking the pants and shirt off. "Now you'll get what you deserve, my love." You pulled his underwear down in a frenzy, positioning his hard cock right at your entrance to take the work off his hands. "Oh how kind you are, y/n, positioning my own cock for me." He smiled a rare gleam as he pushed himself into you, finally getting to moan.

"You're s-so beautiful, so perfect," He complimented you for every deep thrust he blessed you with, "And you're mine." He growled the last one as he sped up his pace. Your head lolled back and all you could see is red in your vision. Not that you were to notice, but all you've been doing is chanting his name as you bounced from his thrusts.

"You come when I come," he pushes the words out with great effort as his pushes got shakier. Your legs were already shaking violently from being edged like you had, and you nodded your head as best as you could. "Ready?" He called out as he thrusted the deepest he could go.

"3... 2... 1..." He came with a loud groan right in your ear as you cried out his name, clawing at his back to get as close as possible. He filled you up to the very brim, burying his head in the crook of your neck as he slowly thrusted, coming down from his high.

Your eyes stayed close as he took himself out, resting on top of you with his hands in your hair.

"I love you darling.." He whispered as he pulled the covers over the two of you, but to silent ears. "Y/n..?" He lifted himself slightly to get a better view of you. There was no way you were going to have any senses for a good day at least. He sighed into a smile, and cuddled up close.

[icequeenbae]

Daddy’s Struggles (m) | BBH

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Dad!Baek, domestic au, established relationship (duh), a slice of life, fluff, a lil smutty(!)

Warnings: some friskiness between mom and dad if you know what I mean, mentions of teenagers watching porn (I’m not promoting it, you guys lol), also this gets fluffin’ sweet get a bucket in advance

Word Count: ~2.2k

Summary: Baekhyun overhears your teenage daughter watching porn. You have to handle a small crisis.

Event: the BBH day @supermwritersnet​

© Please do not copy/ post on other platforms without permission.

Author’s Note: This… came out of nowhere:D I blame my dear beta @baekshoney​​ – we'd once discussed the idea of Baek being a teenager’s parent (in relation to a different story). Don’t we all love dilf Baek though? lol Anyways, this is a tiny glimpse into his future as a cute af father and husband <3 Let’s name him puppydad!Baek 😊 I hope this lifts your mood a little on a day like this!

On that note – happy birthday to our genius idol (aka mochi-cheeked hyperactive puppy), I wish that he stays healthy and happy and on the radar throughout the next 2 years (and forever)!! Don’t be too sad, guys, he’s hopefully going to finally lead a somewhat normal life for a bit 💞 Ok, I’ll let you get to it already~

A yawn.

You rubbed your tired eyes and dictated a reminder for tomorrow morning to your AI assistant. It was pretty late and you had your hands full all day with your kids. And while family time was always great, there hadn’t been a spare moment for you to tend to your own business. But two decades of dealing with your hyperactive yet loveable children (and husband) taught you to make the most out of what you got. So you were doing just that, organizing your errands and sorting important emails after everyone had scurried off to their rooms, and your husband — to the shower.

Baekhyun was quite exhausted himself, so you realized he must’ve gotten in the common bathroom by the time you exited the one in your bedroom. He did that sometimes when you locked the door out of habit. Not that he couldn’t come in, it was just… You used to scold him pretty badly for breaking into the bathroom. Picking locks wasn’t something you wanted your juniors to acquire as a habit. They had enough of their daddy’s traits as it was.

The thought made you chuckle. Your eldest son had already outgrown his father by at least five and a half – gotta be precise here! – centimeters (which made daddy very proud, but also a teeny tiny bit jealous). Despite his height, which, you were sure, was going to break the golden 180cm in the next few months, your boy’s build was exactly the same as Baekhyun’s. His shoulders were broad, his hips wide, and his waist was naturally narrow. Legs long and lean, and eyes always mischievous. He was eighteen and already seemed more like Baekhyun’s best friend rather than his child. Being both the hyung and the oppa of the household, he was the most mature out of the bunch, and always a big help to his parents.

Your middle child, your precious daughter, resembled you a lot. Her wavy hair and her big eyes with the longest eyelashes either of you’d ever witnessed. Seriously, that was the first thing Baekhyun’s friends had commented on when they came by to meet your new baby. ‘Is this even normal? Can she see through those? That’s one pretty baby!’ She was even prettier now, at her sweet sixteen, cheeks still a bit chubby, which – just as her button nose – were definitely an homage to her dad. Not to mention her hands that were even more delicate and exquisite than his.

The youngest, your six-year-old son, was a blessing. You weren’t planning to have more children after the first two until you suddenly thought… why not? Cannot say that you weren’t a little bit under the influence at the time. It was one of those rare weekends when your kids had a sleepover at their grandparents’, so you had the whole house to yourself. Deciding to have a domestic date and enjoy shameless daytime drinking, you indulged in a whole glass of wine before both of you were tipsy and giggling, then you added one more to the mix. At that point, all kinds of crazy things were brought up.

‘We should do this more often…’ You informed your partner. ‘This is exciting! We can walk around naked the way we used to before we had teenagers in the house!’

‘I miss our naked Saturdays…’ Baekhyun whined, almost spilling his wine while trying to sip it gracefully. ‘Now I barely even see you naked with your shower locking obsession!’

Pursing your lips, you dismissed his complaint.

‘After that incident… You cannot blame me for my caution.’

The incident was, well, your son needing to use the bathroom while his sister was taking too long and heading to the one in your bedroom. He nearly walked in on… an adult scene.

‘He didn’t even see anything, Y/N-ah,’ your husband grumbled, but you waved him off, downing your drink as if it was a shot of tequila rather than a glass of wine.

‘I don’t see a problem though,’ he blinked at you, not following. ‘We’re alone. Why not… See each other naked again?’

‘Right. We can also- Y/N-ah!’

‘What?’ You eyed his suddenly enthusiastic form with nothing but suspicion.

‘We can create a distraction!’

‘Hm?’

‘A distraction for them. So that they’d be busy with something else while we’re away.’

‘Hmm?’ You still couldn’t locate the source of his excitement.

‘Lemme show you,’ he slurred, tugging on your wrist to get you up and dragging you to the bedroom.

Let’s have another baby – that was his brilliant idea. Had you both not been such poor drinkers, one of you would’ve thought this through.

Nevertheless, you were glad that you didn’t. Because your little angel, who could sometimes be more of a tiny demon, to be frank, was the single sweetest thing to ever exist on planet Earth. He had his entire family wrapped around his little finger, and you – most of all. How could anyone blame you? That troublemaker was the spitting image of his dad and had a personality to match — just as playful and affectionate.

The chill spring breeze from the window licked at the bare skin of your arm, causing you to shiver slightly, coming back from the land of reminiscing. You stretched on the bed, noticing how protruding your nipples became from the cold even while hidden by the gentle fabric of your nightgown. Pulling the covers up, you grunted under your breath, wondering what was taking Baekhyun so long.

Just as you did, the door cracked open, and your husband sauntered into the room.

‘Ah finally, I thought I needed to go rescue you again,’ you chuckled.

That had happened before. He once used the common bathroom to shower before bed and ended up captured by your daughter, who was around six or seven at the time, in the hallway. She then demanded cuddles, knowing that her father was too weak to turn his precious girl down and send her back to bed. You found them both huddled up asleep on the couch, with your husband’s head tilted dangerously to the side. Terrible sleeping postures always had consequences, so you spared him the agony of the next morning, waking him up mercifully and helping to get your little girl to her bed. This was only one of many occasions – Baekhyun was a softie.

This time, however, he was a bit stupefied.

He didn’t react to your remark and seemed like he was going on autopilot when he came closer and sat on the bed.

You lifted the covers, inviting him to join you, and he followed your lead, still staring at the wall across the room.

‘Yeobo,’ you called, getting slightly alarmed. ‘Are you okay?’

He blinked, the stupor breaking, and looked at you with astounded eyes.

‘I- I think,’ he began, making you shift to face him properly. ‘I think I just overheard our daughter watching porn!’

His voice lowered to a whisper by the end of that sentence.

‘Oh my god,’ you whispered back. ‘How do you figure?’

‘I was walking down the hallway, and I thought I heard something from her room. I didn’t fully register what it was, but now that it processed… It was definitely porn!’

The signs of distress on his face almost caused you to break down in a fit of laughter. You held it in with all you got. Fathers and daughters, the eternal struggle.

‘First of all, ew. Aren’t you even a little bit ashamed to be eavesdropping on your kids like that?’ You didn’t let him protest. ‘Also, how do you even know it was porn, you know she sometimes mumbles and whimpers in her sleep. Like someone else we know…’

Giving him a pointed look, you leaned over his chest to turn the lights to the lowest mode, leaving the room dimly lit. It was always effective when you wanted to help him relax.

‘I wasn’t ea- And you think I can’t tell what porn sounds like? There are some generic… sounds. That give it away.’

‘When was the last time you watched it?’ You murmured, eyeing him curiously.

Of all people, you knew best how short his attention span was. Sometimes it could work to your advantage. Like right now, when you needed to de-escalate this before you could reason with him.

‘I- wh- I don’t know, probably when you were pregnant,’ he recalled. ‘The third one was somehow the toughest on me. You looked way too attractive for a heavily pregnant lady, let me tell you.’

‘Heavily pregnant??’ You scoffed, softening right after. ‘Well, you have a point, he was pretty huge. I swear, if he doesn’t grow up to be taller than Chanyeol, I’d be offended. That boy’s giant head prolonged my healing by at least a month.’

Baekhyun sighed and looked up at the ceiling, thinking back to that time.

‘He was the only one who caused you to tear, right?’

‘Yeah. Which is weird, considering that he was my third one. Ah well, I guess I’m not getting any younger…’

‘Aren’t you though? I’m constantly being asked about my pretty young wife,’ Baekhyun smiled at you charmingly. ‘And you only became prettier after the third pregnancy. I say it’s the hormones.’

Your cunning little plan was working. He was incredibly easy to distract.

‘Tell me the truth, was it the boobs? Or my butt? I did gain the most weight with the little daredevil, that’s for sure.’

‘It was all of you. You always looked so sexy when pregnant, I just wanted to have you all to myself,’ he cooed at you. ‘To feed you handpicked strawberries. And smother you with kisses. My beautiful young wife.’

At some point during this conversation, you shuffled closer to each other, now cuddled up snugly on the bed. Your finger slowly traced abstract patterns on his chest, happily exploiting the access to his skin where his pajama shirt was unbuttoned.

‘Ah, you’re just saying that to get under my nightgown,’ you batted your eyelashes at him, and he shook his head.

‘Maybe a little, but that’s true. And it’s not surprising that people are noticing – you are younger than me.’

‘A couple of years is nothing at our age,’ you murmured, bending your knee and moving your leg slightly up his to get cozy.

‘Well, you know what people say… Small kids make parents younger. Wanna have another one?’ He nudged you gently and laughed at the dirty look you gave him.

‘Yeobo- please don’t make jokes like this. I’d rather look for other elixirs of youth than go through that entire ordeal again.’

You knew that he was kidding, but the thought made you shiver.

‘I know, honey, I know. Like I said, you’re not in need of any elixirs.’

At this you relaxed, melting into his shoulder, and guiding his arm to wrap around you, warming your exposed shoulders.

‘Well, Mr Byun, same to you. Still as charming as two decades ago.’

‘Hey, I’d like to think that I’m more charming now. The experience and all.’

‘Who helped you gain all that experience though?’ You poked him lightly, and a low chesty laugh escaped his lips.

‘Of course, it was my one and only, my young, and beautiful, and smart and sexy little wife,’ he punctuated each compliment with a chaste kiss to your cheeks, nose, lips, and neck.

You squirmed in his arms.

‘Ah, you make a woman go mad,’ you purred into his lips mockingly.

He snickered softly, ready to lean in, but then stopped abruptly.

‘Wait a second- What about-’

‘Baekhyun…’ You murmured as he fussed on the bed.

‘I should probably go in there, and-’

‘And what? Embarrass your daughter?’ You held him down. ‘She’s sixteen, honey, it’s just the hormones. We’ve both been there. Let her be.’ You nuzzled his neck, pressing your lips to his sensitive skin lazily.

His mind was growing cloudy again since your hand was now caressing his inner thigh foxily. He’d probably realized what you were doing by now, but you were right, so he allowed you to sway him into giving the idea of an immediate intervention up.

‘Besides, I’m sure you wouldn’t be nearly as appalled if that was our eldest,’ you scoffed and added in an exaggerated tone. ‘Never took you for a sexist.’

‘But- he’s eighteen, and she- she’s my little girl…’ He mumbled in a small voice, hazed further by your not-so-subtle seduction. ‘I can’t let her- watch that-’

‘Don’t worry, yeobo,’ you whispered soothingly in his ear, slipping your hand into his loose pants. ‘I’ll talk to her tomorrow. Without you. No need to traumatize the poor girl, that’s how daddy issues develop.’

‘You should know,’ he bit back meekly, sighing when you finally wrapped your fingers around his semi-hard length.

‘The sass! It’s almost like you still got it, Mr Byun. Care to impress that young wife of yours?’

‘I sure will, you cunning woman,’ he growled playfully, completely giving in to it and attacking your laughing mouth as he lifted the covers over your head.

A/N: Thank you for reading! As usual, feel free to share your thoughts in the comments/ asks, and if you’re new – check out my Masterlist ^^

[kkusuka]

hellooo i was watching someone play huniepop and it made me think about kenma with a gf that either gets jealous of him playing it OR that plays it with him together could u write something like this if that’s ok 😦

<3

Poor kenma’s been playing for almost a day straight and you let him cuddle into your boobs. And that’s that, period.

Something about Kenma was that he was actually very diligent when answering messages.

Especially you, who has never been left on read, never mind delivered. So coming out of work and seeing no new messages from your doting boyfriend was a concern. It’s embarrassing but the first thing that came to mind was that he died, but then you'd think someone would let you know. (at least you hope)

Giving messages one more shot and a five-minute grace period, you press his contact to start a call. Hearing the rings on the other side; now knowing his phone was off, you got more and more concerned. So he either lost his phone or was ignoring you.

Calling one more time you begin to head to his apartment.  

His door was, thankfully, locked, so no one had broken in. and the second you fully register what you’re seeing; you understand the unread messages. You’re met with piled-up take-out boxes and closed blinds, slivers of light pouring through what you know to be his gaming room.

Now, all is clear, and you feel much better.

“Ken?” you lightly knocked on the drawer, creaking it open to see him curled up onto his chair, almost like L from death note would have, eyes locked on the screen, “are you ok?”

That seemed to snap him out of his trance, snapping his head to you revealing his bloodshot eyes and lips that you could already see were drying out. The light you had seen was a small lamp on his desk and a bright array of colors pouring from his monitor.

“Oh, jeez.” you exclaimed, making your way to his chair that he had spun your way. Getting closer you could see the oil settling in his hair, how long had he been sitting there? You knew he could go on hour-long gaming sprees but this looked like it had been days.

Looking at his screen you noticed what he was playing, Huniepop? You honestly didn’t care to look into it, though you did save the half-naked girl on the screen to ask about later. Right now you were more concerned with why Knema looked as if he hadn’t left his house in years.

“It hasn't been that long I promise. You don't have to worry.” as he spoke his cheek sunk into your hands, you coils see his tiredness from feet away if you tried.

“I know, why don't you shower and we can lay down for a nap, you look like you need it.”

He glanced back at the monitor then moved to save and close the game, as he stood, you could hear his bones cracking as he bashfully scurried to his room and connected bathroom. Grabbing a few plates and cups, you moved to the kitchen then followed his lead, searching through his closet for a shirt.

Throwing on one of his dragon ball T’s and stripping to your underwear, Knema skulked out of the bathroom, clad in a pair of black sweats. Finding you on the bed he pounded into the valley of your chest, trapping you in his arms.

settling himself between your breasts, you feel him sigh. he lighted his arms, falling completely on to you. you move to run a few fingers through washed his hair, pretending to curl the strands all to hear the soft sighs fall form his lips.

“So what game was that?”

“Tell you later. Napping now.”

[adezahnae]

While Mommy’s on a Little Trip (Part 3)

A/N: HELLOO!! TODAY IS PART 3!! sadly this mini-series will be ending soon🥺 I hope you enjoy☺️

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 2.5 | Part 3 | Part 4

Warnings: NSFW, smut, cheating, secrets, angst?, oral (fem. receiving), public sex, dirty talk, spanking, squirting, creampie, fingering, stepdaughter!student!reader x dilf!stepdad!mathteacher!jaehyun ft. dilf!boss!doyoung

Tagged Ppl: @softieekayy @seungmoomin @keeach @seoyutayong @whoreforshuaaa @mrg-jjh

Your POV

I felt someone poking my cheek making me scrunch my nose. “Baby...Baby wake up..” I heard Mr. Jung whisper. I opened my eyes to see his beautiful smile. I smiled back. “Good Morning..” He said in his morning voice, making me shiver. “G-Good Morning, Daddy..” I said. He kissed my forehead. I turned over to see the time 10:23am on the clock. I gasped. “Daddy! School we’re-“ “Baby, it’s Saturday.” He said.

I breathed out and laid back down. “Then why did you wake me up? I was dreaming.” I pouted. “About me and you, I know.” He said. I cocked my head. “How?” I asked sitting up. “You moaned in your sleep the same words you said when we first fooled around.” He smirked. I blushed and looked away embarrassed. He laughed at me. “Aww Princess, it’s okay. I still think about that day as well..” He said pulling me into his lap. “Really?” I asked. He nodded his head. He put a kiss to my lips but I back away, scurrying off of him.

“What’s wrong?” He asked. “I have Morning breath..” I mumbled. He smiled at my cuteness. “Well, go and get ready. I’m taking you out for the day.” He said getting out of bed. “Where are we going?” I asked. “Firstly, for food because I’m starving and then, wherever you like.” He smiled. I squealed and jumped on him, hugging him.

“Thank you!!” I said. I jumped off of him and ran down to my room. “Daddy loves me!!” I yelled going down the halls. After I got dressed, I went downstairs and grabbed my bag. “I’m ready!” I said. He was already by the door, looking good as ever. He wore a black T-Shirt with black skinny jeans and black shoes, along with dressing it up with his sliver necklace and watch along with a black hat.

“Come on, Princess.” He said opening the door for me. We got in the car and fastened our seatbelts. I was about to kiss him on the cheek, but he turned his head, making me kiss him on the lips. I giggled and hit his arm. He smiled and pulled off. We rode pass many buildings on the city watching the sun reflect off of them. Just me and him. No one to stop us from loving each other...

Mia POV

“Doyoung..yes...” I moaned gripping his hair. He hummed against me, sending vibrations through my body. This is so wrong...lying to my daughter and husband about going on a business trip, knowing that I’m here, sleeping with my boss. He looked up at me with such lustful eyes making me forget about my guilt. He pulled away and came back up to kiss me. He then looked away. “What’s wrong?” I asked sitting up.

“Are you thinking about him?” He asked me with his jaw clenched. I stuttered. “N-No, I-“ “Then why do you have the look of guilt on your face?” Doyoung asked. I looked away from him, sighing. “Do you love him?” He asked now looking at me. I avoided his gaze. It’s no secret that I love Jaehyun. He’s a great father and husband to me and my daughter. I know he wouldn’t do anything to hurt me, but I’m hurting him. By cheating on him with his best friend.

Doyoung scoffed got off the bed. “Doyoung wait.” I said grabbing his hand. “What, Mia?” He replied back. “Don’t leave me...I need you..” I said. “Then if you need me, say it.” He said sternly. He gripped my chin and looked at me. “Say it, Mia. Tell me that you want me and that you need me..” he ordered. I looked in his eyes, taking his thumb in my mouth, sucking on it. I pulled away and told him. “I want you and I need you, Doyoung. I love you, only you...” He placed a kiss on my lips and laid me back down. “Good...” He mumbled against my neck.

“I’m taking you back home tomorrow and you are packing your things and coming with me.” He said. I breathed out. “Okay..” I whispered. He laid down on the bed pulled me on top of him. “Show me how much you love me..” He smirked. I smiled back and leaned down to give him a kiss. “Yes sir..”

Your POV

“Do you like this one, Princess?” He asked me holding up a red dress. I walked towards him and smiled. “I do, but don’t you think you’ve bought enough?” I asked. He chuckled at me and grabbed the dress anyway going to the cash register, ready to check out of the store. “Daddy!” I said following behind him. “I can never spend too much when it comes to you.” He said pinching my cheek. I huffed and grabbed my allowance.

“Here.” I said handing him the money. He looked at me confused. “Sweetheart what’s this?” He asked. “My allowance for the past month. It’s $105. Just use it to pay for it.” I said. He scoffed and smiled. He took the money and pulled out his wallet. He pulled out 5 $100 dollar bills and handed it to me along with my allowance. “Here.” He said.

I looked a him with disbelief. “Dad-“ “You take it and go find two more pairs of shoes or whatever you want to spend it on.” He said. “But I-“ “Princess, are you going against Daddy’s orders?” He asked in warning tone. I shook my head. “No Daddy..” He replied. “Good, now go and get what you want.” He smiled. I hugged him and ran off to the shoe aisle.

As I was looking at shoes, I heard someone calling me. “Hey! Hey Y/n!” They said. I turned in the direction the voice came from and seen the same boy from my class who tried to give me his number. I sighed. “What is it, Adam?” I asked looking at shoes. “What are you doing here?” He asked. I looked at him. “Adam you need to go, like now.” I said. “Why?” He asked getting closer while looking around. “Because I’m here with my dad now go! You know what he said in class! He doesn’t play about that stuff!!” I exclaimed, nervously still peeking in his direction. He was too busy looking at more clothes so he couldn’t really see me. Adam laughed.

“What? I can handle our big, buff and bad teacher.” He said exaggerating his voice. I laughed at little at his joke attempt. “Oh! A smile..I finally made you smile.” He said smiling back. We were then having a small conversation until I heard footsteps behind me.

I turned around seeing that it was Mr. Jung. I gasped. “Daddy I-“ “Come here, Y/n.” He said calmly. I rushed to his side and seen him approaching Adam. “Dad, he’s okay.” I said. “Adam, where’s your phone?” Mr. Jung asked completely ignoring me. Adam felt around for his phone, not getting a sign that his phone was on him. Mr. Jung pulled Adam’s phone from his pocket. He then looked at the text messages and showed them to me. I took the phone and read them.

Adam: I’m gonna get Y/n you just wait!

Ethan (Friend): You still haven’t gotten in her pants?

Adam: No! But I will!

Ethan: No you lost the bet! You haven’t fucked her yet so...

Adam: I will! Just give me two more days!

Ethan: Fine. Time is ticking😈

I looked at Adam with disbelief. “You tried to just get into my pants?!” I asked walking up to him, but Mr. Jung held me back. “Y/n! I wasn’t trying to-“ I threw his phone at him. “Go to hell Adam! Don’t you ever talk to me again!” I yelled. I walked off away from Adam. “You bitch-“ Before he could finish the sentence, Mr. Jung punched him in his mouth.

I ran over to grab Mr. Jung and pulled him away from Adam. “Let’s go, Daddy! Come on!” I said going to the cash register. I put the boxes of shoes on the top, letting the cashier scan the clothes. “$1,295 dollars and 56 cents.” He said. Mr. Jung pulled out his credit card and handed to the cashier.

The cashier looked at me and smiled. “That guy back there was for sure wrong..” He said. I nod. “I know.” I replied. “If you were my girlfriend, I would never let that happen to you. Ever..” He said grabbing my hand. I smiled but then I froze and looked at Mr. Jung, who was burning holes in his eyes. Mr. Jung took he card back, along with the clothes. “Excuse me, but we’re not done shopping.” He said.

He took my hand and led me to the back where the dressing rooms were. He pushed me in the room and closed the door and locked it. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “Pull your pants and panties down, don’t make me tell you twice.” He said pulling off his hat and shirt. I pulled down my pants and panties waiting for his next instructions.

He walked up to me pushed me again the wall. He kissed on my neck and made his way down my chest. His hands went to my button up shirt and ripped my shirt open half and half. I gasped. “Daddy-“ “I’ll buy you a new one Princess.” He mumbled against my chest. He made his way to my heat. He took my legs and put them on his shoulders. He gave my clit a kiss, flicking his tongue over it. I gasped out and grabbed his hair. He made patterns with his tongue and licked a long slow stripe along my entire heat. He took two of his fingers and teased my hole, then pushing them in.

“D-Daddy..so good...” I whispered. He sped up his pace, bring me closer and closer to my high. He looked up at me and sucked on my clit. “I-I’m...Ohhhh!” I moaned. I reached my high and he pulled away. He stood up and tapped the back of my legs. “Jump.” He ordered. I jumped and his picked me up, placing me on the wall again. He unbuckled his pants and pulled them down just enough to let himself free.

He slammed me down on his member, making me scream out. Luckily, it was just me and him back here. He started at a brutal pace, making me cry out. “Wait! I-It’s too much!” I said tapping his shoulder but clearly enjoying the pace. “It seems like my Princess needs to be reminded that she’s mine and no else’s.” He grunted going harder than before. He took my arms and pinned them against the wall above me. I whimpered out at the pace.

He put me down and turned me around. “Hands on the wall.” He ordered. I put my arms on the wall and arched my back, the way he liked it. He gave me a smack on the ass and re-entered himself, still a brutal pace. He groaned out and gripped on my hair, yanking it a little. “Harder! Yank my hair harder!” I begged. He yanked my hair harder, making me clench around him, signaling that I was close. He bent down to my ear. “Don’t you even think about cumming right now. I mean that.” He ordered in a low voice.

I whimpered and pushed myself back on him, wanting it more harder than before. He slowed his pace really, really slow. I whined. “Daddy~” I said pushing back. He smacked me on my butt. “Beg for it.” He ordered. “I want it!!” I whined. “That’s not enough, Princess. I need more.” He smacked me on my butt again. “Please! Oh please Daddy, I need it. I want you to fuck me hard! Harder than before, please!! Plesseee!!” I whined shaking my butt back onto him. He spanked me again and went at a hard and fast pace. I whined out in pleasure.

“I’m so clossssee!” I said. “To whom you belong to?” He whispered in my ear. “Daddy! I belong to you daddy! Only you!” I ranted. “Cum.” He ordered. He kept hitting my spot as came, causing me to squirt. I cried tears as he continued to slam his hips against mines. He came after me with groans and growls. He rode out our highs and pulled out. Once he did, our cum ran down my legs, causing me to shake. He kissed me on my back and shoulders giving praise. “Good job, Princess..good job..” He mumbled.

My body stood still, shivering at the littlest touch. He looked in my bag and pulled out tissues. He cleaned up the mess on my legs and pussy and on the floor. He placed them in the trash can and grabbed my clothes. He placed my legs in the panties and slipped them on me along with my pants.

He dressed himself back up, looking as if he didn’t just have sex in a dressing room. “Stay right here.” He said. He walked out of the dressing room and grabbed a pretty black button up shirt from the rack, went to the cashier and paid for it and came back to me. He put in on me and buttoned it up for me. I gave him a weak smile. “Thank you...” I mumbled. He kissed on my forehead and smiled. “You’re welcome.”

He fixed my messy hair and he picked me up and put me on his back. He grabbed my bag and clothes, carrying me to the cash register. She rung us up to over $1,000 dollars. He happily paid and I grabbed the bags. And us leaving the store. I giggled as he ran down the sidewalk with me on his back.

[harrywritingsbyme]

The one where Harry and Y/n Visit a Sex Shop

Based Off Of This Ask

And This One

Andd This One Too

A/N: This is thee 2nd installment of ‘Sneaking Around’...it’s real spicyyy. Enjoy🙃

Even though you and Harry’s sex life was unmatched when it came to being kinky, raw, and just incredibly hot, the both of you were always down to intensify the kinkiness, and heat you guys already had. The times where you and Harry browsed through page after page of sex toys on the internet were countless. You’d always add stuff to your wishlists and then dream up the different scenarios in which you’d use them. This would lead up to you and Harry getting extremely hot bothered and making an immediate purchase of whatever you two were looking at or you and Harry getting extremely hot and bothered and having some really hot sex. Even after sex sometimes if the two of you weren’t completely worn out (or on the brink of getting caught), you’d pull out your phones and look up different positions and maneuvers. You’d even try them out right then and there. When you and Harry were apart, the both of you would even do a little research on your own for the next time you two were together. The two of you were constantly on the look out for new and even better ways to make each other feel good. Whether it was Harry searching ways to make you squirt back to back until you’re begging him to give you a break(even though he had zero problems with this to begin with) or you looking into tips on how to make Harry cum harder and faster by simply playing with his balls and pressing your palm down onto his lower stomach, the both of you were always more than willing to delve a little deeper and unlock new things when it came to your sex life together.

This excitement and rush to explore trickled down into the date activities you two planned. 

Since your friend was spending some time with her boyfriend, you got to spend some quality time with yours. You and Harry had a nice long weekend filled with sex, cuddles, kisses, and even more sex. And that was only Friday and Saturday. The only time you two left the bed was to rummage through the kitchen. And even then, you two managed to get a round in on the counter. It was only until Sunday morning when you and Harry decided that it was time to get some fresh air in and go out. That is, after a round or two of some lazy, wet, passion and I love you filled morning sex. During your little post sex cuddles and conversation, you and Harry (per usual) ended up on the topic of toys you wanted to try. 

“I found this toy I thought would be perfect for us. It’s a vibrator, but with a twist.” Harry whispers to you, dragging his hands up and down your back.

“I wanna see it! Did you save it or something? You know I like my vibrators.” You say excitedly, lifting yourself up from his chest to look down at him.

“I know you like your vibrators baby, and I saved it on my phone.” Harry hums, taking in your excited features. 

You reach over to grab his off of the bedside table and you quickly enter his passcode before going straight to his browser. You find the bookmarked, and pretty obvious adult website. When you clicked into it, you’re immediately met with probably the best toy you’d ever seen. It was all silicone and there was a normal dildo “shaft”, with a head that wasn’t like the ordinary head. There was a clamp like structure that based on the little diagrams around it, could be used for just about anything. Harry could have it clamped around your clit while he slammed his cock into you. If he was fucking you from behind, the clamp could be wrapped around the base of his cock while it was tightly inside your second entrance. If you are on your own, you could have one end in your cunt, and the other in your tighter hole. When you ride him (or when he’s fucking up into you), only this time his cock would be in your second hole, the clamp would be around the base of his cock and the “shaft” would be inside your pussy. It could also be used as a simple high-powered vibrator that can be pushed inside you, or used on your sensitive nipples. This toy could also be used on just Harry. When you’re sucking him off, you could stretch the clamps around his girthy shaft and push the other end into his puckered hole. This could also be done whenever he’s on all fours for you.

And in the midst of all these different configurations, it’d be vibrating; intensifying the pleasure for you both. It was like this toy was made for you and Harry. 

“Judging by the way your walls have been clenching ‘round me, the way you’ve been staring the screen, and how hard you’re biting your lip, you like it.” Harry hums smugly up at you, squeezing your hip in the process. 

“I love it! We might need two though. One for me, and one for you. Don’t want either of us to be deprived of this amazing thing.” You say giddily.

“I called the place where we usually get our toys, and they said that they’re in stock if you wanna go on a little date to our local sex shop.” Harry says suggestively. 

“Were the only ones who’d consider a visit to a sex shop a date.” You chuckle, locking his phone back and placing it back onto the bedside table. 

“I’ll take you to dinner later on tonight.” Harry bargains. 

“You don’t have to convince me to go babe. I’m definitely not passing up on our little date to sex land, or our little dinner date later on tonight.” You reassure him, lowering yourself back down onto his chest.

“Well we should probably get up and get dressed.” Harry suggests, lowering his hand to give your backside a few light taps.

“But it’s nice and warm here.” You mewl with a pout, nuzzling yourself further into him.

“If we get up and go out now, we can have more time to play with our new toy before dinner tonight.” He reasons

“Okay fine, but only if you carry me. My legs are a little bit on the jelly side. 

And with that, you and Harry are up and on your way to your little date.

After the short drive that was filled with anticipation, the two of you finally make it to the shop. Harry practically throws the car into the parking spot and hustles you both inside.

“Looks like someone’s excited.” You smirk, walking into the door Harry was opening for you. 

“Get in there.” Harry grumbles, using his free hand to send a quick swat to your ass. 

After greeting the worker at the register, you and Harry go straight to the back wall where the dildos were. Immediately, both of you guys’ eyes go into search mode.

“I found it!” You announce. “It’s up there.” You point up to the hook holding the vibrator you and Harry had your sights on. “Grab two while your up there babe.” You remind Harry. He then cups his hand around your hip and reaches up behind you to grab the vibrators. After he grabs them, he hands them both to you.

“We’re gonna have so much fun babydoll.” Harry hums, bringing both hands down to your waist. Keeping himself pressed up against you, he brings his lips down to the base of your neck and begins to sponge soft kisses into your neck. 

“While we’re here, we should look around. There’s a lot of stuff in here that we probably don’t have already.” You hum softly, enjoying the feeling of his lips on you and his arms around your waist.

“In a minuet.” Harry promptly replies before continuing his kisses. As he does, you feel one of his hands wander below your waist and to the hem of your short skirt (which you were wearing because Harry practically begged you  to wear). Before you know it, Harry’s hand is pushing up your thigh and under your skirt. When his hand reaches then side band of your panties he pushes his hand in and down between your legs. He then takes his index finger and lightly scratches the warm, and plushy area of your covered folds, causing you to squirm in his grip. 

“Chill daddy!” You giggle, trying to move away from his hand.

“How about you behave and let daddy play with you.” Harry grumbles pointedly, continuing to tickle the sensitive area between your legs. 

“Well can you play with me in one of the dressing rooms. I don’t need prying eyes.” You sigh, continuing to suppress your little moans and giggles. 

“Well look little exhibitionist being scared of people watching.” Harry whispers condescendingly before going back to kissing at your neck and playing with you beneath your skirt. He was referring to the time when the two of you had a little getaway and he took you multiple times against the large floor to ceiling window in you guys’ suite. And to make a long story short, you absolutely loved it, and Harry was always going to remember that.

“Please da-“ Before you can even finish, you hear the voice of your best friend and her boyfriend as they enter the shop. 

“Oh shit.” Harry whispers. All of a sudden, a serious feeling of nervousness falls over the both of you. Both you and Harry were thinking that today was the day you two would get caught. And on top of that, Harry was mortified for himself, and you at the thought of running into his daughter at a sex shop while he was there with his girlfriend who just so happened to be his daughters best friend. That wasn’t about to happen; Harry was going to make sure of it. 

“How you liking that dressing room now?” You whisper sharply to him. 

“It’s right over there.” Harry points out, turning your attention to the dressing rooms that were in the corner at the end of the wall. “Just stay in front of me.” Harry whispers his instructions to you. He removes his hand from beneath your skirt and his head from your neck before nudging you both in the direction of the dressing rooms.

As you two moved, you were so happy that this shop was big and didn’t have an open floor plan. If it did, you and Harry would’ve been in some trouble.

Once you two make it past the threshold to the dressing rooms and out of sight, the both of you scurry down to the very end of the small row of rooms and you quickly lock yourselves in the large room at the end.

“Thanks for getting us outta there.” You huff graciously as you maneuver out of Harry’s grip, taking a seat on the bench in front of the mirror and placing the two vibrator packages down next to you.

“No need t’thank me sweet girl. That was beyond terrifying.” Harry replies sweetly with a very relieved tone. Once he’s standing directly in front of you, he pulls you up from your seat and sits down in your place. He then tugs you down onto his lap, to which you use his shoulders for support and position your knees onto the bench on either side of him and sink your body right down onto him. 

“I love you.” You whisper to him, bringing your lips to his.

“I love you too princess.” Harry whispers back with a sweet smile spread across his face, tilting his head back a little to fully connect his lips with yours. As soon as your lips touch, they begin moving against each other’s. You could feel his arms circling your waist as his lips smack against yours. 

As the kiss continues, the both of you become more and more fevered. Your lips move faster against each other, your mouths open more for your tongues to explore one another’s mouths, and Harry’s hands are moving. While yours are cupping his the sides of his face and moving into his curls, Harry’s hands are no longer at your waist. But instead, they are below your skirt, caressing the backs of your thighs and the flesh of your ass. You can feel his hands squeezing the flesh in his hands and fingering at your panties. As he does this. Your moans begin to pick up and your hips begin to grind down into his lap, and right against his growing cock.

“Are you still gonna play with me daddy.” You whisper to him, after pulling your lips away from his.

“We do have some time to kill, and your panties are pretty damp. I guess I could play with you a bit.” Harry reasons, trying to act as if he has all the power in this situation, even though he can’t ignore his completely hard cock in his pants. He needed to be inside you again.

“Please daddy.” You whimper, pushing yourself down against the bump in his lap and kissing the corner of his mouth to coheres him.

If you insist.” Harry “concedes”, slightly turning his head towards your lips to connect them again. He then grips onto the backs of your thighs and stands up from the bench, prompting you to wrap your legs around his waist and cling to his upper body. Keeping one arm tightly wrapped around you, Harry skillfully undoes his pants with one hand. He manages to shove them down his waist, letting  them pool at his ankles before shuffling you both to the wall. At first he wanted you to ride him, then finish you off against the wall, but Harry refused to sit his bare ass back down onto the bench inside a dressing room of a sex shop. He just couldn’t do it. So the wall was the next best thing; plus it was one of your favorites, you loved being pinned between the solid wall and Harry’s body. 

Once you’re between his body and the wall Harry reaches down between you two and pulls your damp panties to the side, exposing your messy and beyond ready pussy. Harry then proceeds to waste no more time and he begins to slowly pull you down the wall and onto his cock. As he fills you, Harry tries his hardest to keep his lips tightly against yours but you turn your head away, pulling your lips away from his to release your moans. 

“Oh my-“ You gasp, feeling his big cock filling you up again. 

“Shhh” Harry shushes you quickly, trying to keep you quiet so you both won’t get caught. “Fuck.”  Harry huffs, taking in just how good your walls felt around him.

“M’so full.” You moan out to him. You could feel his cock all the way inside the pit of your stomach. 

“Perfect.” Harry hums, before pulling out a bit just to slam back into you again. And he continues to do this. He continuously pulls his hips back, and slams back into you. His thrusts are sharp, deep, and filed with power. You could feel him hitting that sweet spot deep inside you with every last thrust. It felt so good that you couldn’t keep your mouth closed.

“So good daddy.” You lowly whimper to him, digging your nails into the back of his shoulder and clinging onto his curls on the back of his neck.

“That’s it princess, take daddy’s cock.” Harry growls, fastening the pace of his hips, making this thrusts sharper than before. Hardy couldn’t stop the smile from rising up onto his face. You were not only taking his cock incredibly well, you were also keeping quiet. He could feel himself hitting the deepest part of you with every thrust and it was starting to get to him. He was completely filling you. Your beyond spongy, wet, warm, and tight walls were taking every last inch and thrust of his cock. And to make things even better, seeing you fall apart and cling to him for dear life as he pounded up into you was causing his release to begin to rapidly bubble up in the pit of his stomach. As he continues, he can feel your walls tightening up around him. To push you even closer to the edge, Harry uses the hand that wasn’t at your waist to pull the skintight T-shirt you had on out of the waistband of your skirt. He then pushes that hand up underneath to squeeze at your breasts and tweak your nipples. 

“Fuck! M’gonna cum.” You cry out to him. It was getting harder to hold back your moans so you sank your teeth into your lower lip to try and hold them back.

“Cum with daddy baby.” Harry pants. As he continues to move inside you, his thrusts become sloppier and less uniform. His release was fast approaching too. When he feels himself falling off the edge, Harry slams his lips back onto yours, pinning your head back against the wall between his head, and muffling the both of you guys’ moans. He sends one final thrust into you and keeps it there, triggering you to follow suit and let go with Harry.

As the two of you let go, you and Harry swallow each other’s loud moans, keeping the sounds down. Harry could feel your walls convulsing around his cock as he spurted heavy ropes of his cum into you.

Once you and Harry are completely done, Harry removes his hand from your shirt and brings it back around your waist. He then lowers it down to begin pulling himself from you. 

“Tighten up baby.” Harry softly instructs before pulling his cock from you. As soon as you’re empty of his cock, Harry quickly pulls your panties back over to cover you, and stop his cum from leaking out of your now weak little hole. “Did so good babygirl.” Harry praises, pulling you from the wall and sitting you back down onto the bench.

“Felt so good.” You sigh contently, resting your head back against the wall while Harry readjusts his pants.

“So good.” Harry hums delightedly. Once his pants are back up and done, he sits on the bench next to you. You then scoot over a little and rest your head on Harry’s shoulder, prompting him to wrap his arm around you to pull you closer. The two of you continue to sit like this until you finally regain some energy. 

“I’ll go out first and text you once the coast is officially clear.” You tell him, slowly standing up from the bench to look in the mirror behind you and fix your clothes a little. 

“Hold on.” Harry rushes out, stopping you in your tracks. “Pay for these while you’re out there.” Harry continues, digging into his pants pocket for his wallet. After fishing out his wallet, he plucks his credit card out it’s slot and hands it over to you along with the two vibrators.

“I’ll text you when I’m almost done.” You say again, reaching out to grab his card and the two packages.

“Alright baby.” Harry replies as you exit the dressing room. 

Once you step out of the dressing room area, you slowly make your way to the register, making sure to check all around you for your best friend. Once the coast is completely clear, you confidently (but with a slight limp from the way Harry pounded into you, and his cum) make your way to the register to pay for your items. That is, before picking up one of the fuzzy pink collars that were on the display in your path. It’s what Harry would’ve wanted. 

“You picked a good one. And I’m not just talking about these.” The cashier subtly says to you as she scans and bags the items. 

“Thanks.” You whisper back. You were having mixed feelings. You felt pride because you have a hot, older boyfriend. You were feeling a tiny bit jealous because another woman checked out your man. And you were feeling a little bad because the girl was really nice and you just had sex (it was some really hot sex though) in one of the dressing rooms.

To Daddy❤️👅💦😈🥰: Coast is completely clear. Hurry up!

You quickly text him while the cashier puts some information into the computer. Apparently you two came at the right time, they were having a little promotion thing going on and today was the last day.

As Harry comes from the dressing rooms, you’re inserting his card into the card reader to pay for everything. When the card reader buzzes for you to remove the card, you pull it out and you look over to see Harry making his way over to you. 

“Alrighty, you two have a good day.” The cashier smiles at you, pulling the receipt from the machine and handing it to you along with the discrete black bag holing all of you guys’ items. When you take the bag and receipt from her, she manages to sneak in another look at your silver fox of a boyfriend who was standing in front of her. You could completely understand why it and you couldn’t blame her. 

“Thanks, you too.” You reply politely. Harry sends a polite nod her way as well and the two of you make a b-line to the door you’d entered earlier. 

“Let’s go play with our new toys daddy.” You hum excitedly, pulling him back in the direction of his car. 

You and Harry were going to have a lot of fun. 

Masterlist

[chatonne-rousse]

Outsider

Adrien just wants to be included. Having friends is such a dream! Even if his father keeps him busy and he can't often join them for the fun activities they invite him to, it's so nice to know he would be welcomed if he could get away.

Or at least, that's what he thought. Perhaps he was wrong? What if those terrible fears of abandonment and exclusion are closer to the truth?

He can't still be an outsider after all this time...right?

****

(Reminder: A story can show that the choices humans make can be hurtful to others without being a salt fic.)

Read it on Ao3 here.

It feels good to be back in class again on Monday morning. After such a lonely weekend, Adrien's heart finds contentment in this familiar routine, exchanging friendly smiles and waves with his classmates, taking his seat and being surrounded by the quiet chatter of his friends.

He settles in and takes out his tablet, smiling a tiny smile at the sight of Plagg asleep in a gym sock nest at the bottom of his bag.

A few minutes later, Nino ambles in with Alya, letting go of her hand so she can head to her seat and giving Adrien a jaunty salute as he slides in the bench beside him.

"Hey, bro! Long time, no see!" Nino offers his fist for their customary fist bump, and Adrien happily obliges. "How was your photoshoot?"

He shrugs one shoulder. "Long, boring, and interrupted by an akuma. Nothing new."

Nino snorts a laugh. "Good times," he deadpans. He takes off his headphones and bends to tuck them into his backpack, straightening with a hopeful smile. "Well, maybe we can hang out next weekend?"

"Yeah. That'd be great." The words come easily, but the echo rattles in his brain. They won't hang out next weekend, either. Adrien knows it, but Nino still carries a hint of optimism, even after all this time and all these broken commitments. His smile never slips, but Adrien's chest squeezes painfully.

Rose and Juleka walk through the door next, Rose's hand in the crook of Juleka's elbow.

"Happy belated birthday, Juleka," Adrien says quietly as she starts up the stairs, his smile soft and sincere.

"Oh...um..." She looks down at the floor. "Thanks, Adrien."

"You're welcome. I hope you had fun at the movie. I'm sorry I couldn't make it, but thank you for inviting me."

Juleka blanches, and Adrien watches with increasing bewilderment as her eyes widen and she seems to have trouble breathing.

"That's sooo sweet of you, Adrien!" Rose coos. "You're always so nice."

That's the moment Kim breezes through the door arguing loudly with Alix, though his attention is diverted as soon as he sees Juleka frozen on the stairs.

"Hey, Jules! Sorry I couldn't come to your boat party thing. Ondine had a swim meet and she wanted me to come. Gotta support my lady, you know?"

Several things register at once.

First, Kim's use of "my lady" grates more than Adrien would like to admit. Chat Noir doesn't have sole rights to those two words, but that nickname is near-sacrosanct to him, reserved for one girl only. If the truth is that right now, that whole...situation is confusing and painful, well, he's sure they can work things out. Somehow. He hasn't figured that out yet, but he will. No matter what, "my lady" is his partner, his lady. Even if she isn't. Yet.

But that isn't what makes his stomach swoop and his pulse pound in his ears when his mind replays the words.

Did Kim say...party?

Adrien blinks once, twice, again.

By the time he turns to Nino, the girls have scampered up to their seats and Kim has run up the outside steps two at a time, hurdled over an indignant Max, and promptly resumed his argument with Alix.

"Juleka had a party? I thought you went to the movies?" he asks. Even to his own ears, his voice sounds hollow. He doesn't miss Nino glancing sidelong up at Alya before meeting his eyes again.

Nino wheezes out an awkward laugh. "Well, that was the plan, but..." he trails off, rubbing the back of his neck. "There was this thing with Luka and...I mean, it just...it was a location change, bro. That's all." He shrugs, the wild nervousness in his eyes at odds with the gesture.

Adrien knows that Nino has many redeeming qualities, but his best friend will never win an award for feigned nonchalance under pressure. Ever. Which is why Adrien pushes down the swell of emotion rising in his chest, disappointment and anger and the deep, aching loneliness that seems to be his constant companion.

He schools his expression into one he hopes portrays understanding and acceptance, and nods at Nino. His smile feels tight, but this is the best he can do when his veins are filled with ice, even as he tries to shove those feelings down down down, where they can't hurt him and no one will know.

"It's okay," he says evenly. "I understand."

He'd meant to put Nino at ease, but he can't tell if it worked. Nino's brows furrow further, and he shrugs again. "You just...you had your photoshoot anyway, you know?"

Ah. There it is.

Adrien's heart drops like a stone to the bottom of his stomach. Hot tears prick the back of his eyes and he takes the timely arrival of Ms. Bustier as a chance to look away and blink them back.

The voice in the back of his mind that never hesitates to speak the feelings he tries to hide whispers his fears to him, loud and clear.

He tries to ignore it, tries so hard, but...what if that voice is right after all?

Maybe he'll never fit in. Maybe he'll always be that weird rich kid with the weird life and the strict father, always on the outside looking in. Or rather, on the inside looking out. Why tell him if plans change when he won't be able to come anyway? Why invite him at all?

Maybe he's annoying. Obnoxious. Way too emotional, just like his father says.

Maybe he isn't even wanted in the first place.

"You could've told me," he whispers. He didn't mean to say it out loud, but suddenly, he doesn't care.

Nino's hand is on his shoulder in an instant.

"Hey, Adrien, I'm sorry. I totally should've. That's on me, mec."

He turns to find Nino's brown eyes earnest and sincere, and this time when Adrien nods at him, he doesn't have to fake the little smile that turns up the corners of his mouth. He raises his fist and Nino's face brightens as his own fist connects. The darkness recedes a fraction, as if repelled by the light of Nino's smile.

"Your pops sucks, though, dude. You know that, right?"

Adrien snorts a surprised laugh as he unlocks his tablet to get ready for class.

Nino pats his shoulder once more. "Next time, okay? We'll get you out of that place next time if we have to sneak you out."

The school bell punctuates Nino's sentence and Marinette stumbles through the door just as it stops ringing. Ms. Bustier simply smiles and shakes her head.

Marinette tucks a lock of hair behind her ear and hitches her backpack higher on her shoulder. As she walks toward the stairs, her eyes meet his. He hears her sharp inhale and watches the familiar blush rise to her cheeks.

But then, for one single moment suspended in time, it feels as though her big blue eyes see beyond his friendly smile and straight into the mess of his heart, to all the residual anger and disappointment and self-loathing that had flared inside him mere moments ago. A strange spike of terror at being known jolts his spine.

He watches, rapt, as her shoulders straighten and she fixes him with a dazzling smile that seems to make her eyes shine even brighter.

"Good morning, Adrien," she says, a world of warmth in the way she speaks his name.

It sweeps through his heart like a summer breeze, blowing the negative emotions to the corners where they drift into little piles, forgotten for the moment. Forgotten, not gone, just like the desperate loneliness that follows him like a shadow. But even a shadow has no recourse when the sun shines directly overhead.

He grins back at her, full of happiness and light that wasn't there a minute ago. "Good morning, Marinette."

She bites her lip, hunches her shoulders, and scurries past him with a...was that a squeak? Like a mouse?

Adrien can hear Alya and Marinette begin to whisper behind him, and it isn't until Nino nudges him with his elbow that he realizes he hasn't stopped smiling. His cheeks heat, and he's glad when Ms. Bustier starts the lesson.

He thinks over Nino's words. The next time there's a "next time" he'll likely be booked solid or denied permission and made to stay home. Sadness already walks half a step behind, always ready to catch up and overtake him; thinking about the many things he's missed and continues to miss doesn't help.

But right here in this moment, he sits in a little pocket of warm sunshine, surrounded by friends, and that's just enough to keep him going. The rest, he hopes, will sort itself out later.

[galest-pal]

Back at it again with Greed fanfics

In a sudden burst of motivation last night, I managed to crank out a reader fic for one of my favorite prompts!

Summary: A late night closing at the Devil’s nest turns into something unexpected as you’re forced to confront your feelings for your boss, Greed

Pairing: Greed x F!Reader (no y/n) I promise you, I’ll write more GN and Male reader in the future 

Warnings: No explicit smut (I’ll post the smutty second part at another time), Steamy flirting, bratty behavior from reader, Mutual pining, mention of alcohol, both you and Greed have rather vivid imaginations

Word Count: 1.7k

If you have any feedback or suggestions, please feel free to shoot me a message or ask :) <3

        A dim light flickered above you as you stood at what was usually a crowded and lively bar counter. It was an hour or so after you had announced your last call and the remaining stragglers had vacated the area. Now it was just you left with your closing tasks. Your boss never really told you that you had to do these things but feeling a sense of responsibility (and pride) you took upon yourself to treat this as any other place you’ve worked before. A last minute group had caused you to be much more behind than you were used to. By this time you were long gone home and asleep. You stifled a yawn as you continued to polish the various glasses that were nestled behind the counter.

       A sudden knock at the door nearly caused the shot glass in your hand to crash to the ground. You let out a groan as you roughly slammed the glass onto the counter.

       “Look, can’t you read we close at 2!” You shouted at the closed door as you made your way over, yanking open expecting to be met with one of the local sleazeballs that hung around this place. You cut off your remaining insults as you were met face to face with your boss, the owner, Greed. His haunting eyes locked with yours as he leaned against the door frame wearing a rather amused look on his face.

      “M-Mr.Greed! Sir, I had no idea, I-” You rambled more to yourself as you stepped to the side to let him in. You scurried back to your familiar place behind the bar as you continued with a more rushed pace. It’s not that Greed scared you, far from it actually. He may be intimidating, sure but as far as bosses go, he certainly was up there with one of the best. Truth be told you were infatuated with him. One day Dolcetto accidentally spilled the beans on how Greed wasn’t exactly human or even chimera for that matter. Your attempts to grill him for more info were futile as he would just shrug and say

      “If you’re so curious, just go and ask him.” 

      Stubborn bastard. Every ounce of you wanted more than anything to know more about this guy and yet each time you found yourself stuttering and blushing like a schoolgirl. The last thing you wanted was for him to think of you as some bumbling moron. 

       Out of the corner of your eye, you watched Greed as he nonchalantly sauntered over to his usual perch on the nearby couch. No more than five minutes had passed as you found yourself getting antsy. It was hard enough that the two of you were breathing the same air but you could practically feel his eyes on you. You let out an involuntary shudder as you began to nervously chew at your cheek. To Hell with the closing tasks, with a little courage you could drift on over to him and tell him or rather show him how you felt. Heat blossomed on your cheeks are your imagination thought of rather passionate images. You let out a frustrated groan as you shook those thoughts away, this seemed to catch Greed’s attention as he voted to leave his usual spot for a more favorable position.

       “Ahem, have a rough night?” You nearly shrieked as Greed’s voice tore you from your mental prison. Rather than being a safe distance of several feet away, he was now sitting at the barstool located right in front of you. You cleared your throat and let out a nervous laugh.

     “N-no, not really. Just a late one I suppose.” You choked out your half-assed excuse and went back to polishing the glasses.

     Greed let out a laugh as he reached a long arm over the counter, you felt his hand brush against your hip as he snagged one of the clean shot glasses. At just that small of a touch, you felt your heart rate quicken and your knees slightly buckle. Greed either didn’t notice or didn’t care as he continued with grabbing a nearby left out bottle of booze as if nothing happened.

       “You know, if I didn’t know any better, I would think you were afraid of me.” Greed spoke, keeping his gaze fixated on the now full glass in front of him. He held a rather bored expression as he studied the amber liquid. You gulped.

     “No, of course not! How could I ever! You’ve been so good to me, I practically owe you my life. If it wasn’t for you, I’d still be struggling to make ends meet.” You laughed nervously as you began to twiddle with your fingers. If only it were as easy as just saying ‘I crave you more than I crave air or water, Greed! Take me!’ but having such an intimate relationship with one’s boss was highly frowned upon. His posture remained unchanged but his eyes flicked up over his sunglasses to meet yours. You fought the urge to tear your gaze away but worried that that would have the undesired effect.

     “If I may.” Greed spoke as he propped his elbows against the counter. “Do you...live alone?” What the hell kind of question was that? Did he want to know about your family? No, that’s stupid, you've always been open about how far your parents lived. You pondered to yourself. If he isn’t asking about parents...and the only other type of person you’d live with is a...    

You quirked an eyebrow as you thought of the best way to approach this. 

    “N-no sir. I live alone. I’ve had a few relationships in the past, if that’s what you’re asking. But they all fell through.” Greed mentally kicked himself as he cursed at how quickly you saw through his question.

    “So, no special guy or gal in your heart at the moment?” He attempted to remain unbothered as he ran a hand through his hair to try to calm his nerves. Normally talking to humans wasn’t this hard but when it came to you it was like all the knowledge that Greed had so meticulously gathered over his 200 years of life was just whoosh out the window, gone, never to be seen again. Both of your gazes had been locked on each other before a laugh from you cut through the deafening silence.

     “Wow, you cut right to the chase, huh?” You giggled once more, reaching for both the bottle and glass. If this is how this conversation was going to go, you were going to need all the courage you could get your hands on. You poured yourself a glass as you mulled over Greed’s question. You didn’t want to lie to him, after all he made it a very clear point to never lie to another soul. But then again, you weren’t really planning on confessing tonight either. You downed your shot as the whiskey slightly burned at your throat on its way down. Perhaps playing it coy would be a safe bet. Greed’s gaze on you was unwavering as he watched you put both the glass and bottle back into its rightful places. He watched as you struggled to get the bottle of whiskey back to its high up place on the shelf of various alcoholic beverages, with each little futile jump, your skirt began to hike up more and more giving him a taste of your bare skin that he hadn’t yet seen. Greed wanted more than anything to rip those clothes right off your body and finally get a taste of what you felt like pressed against him. He could feel his need growing as his heart began to beat faster and the crotch of his pants began to get tighter.

    After finally, getting everything back in their rightful place you turned back to Greed, ready to answer his burning question.

    “Well, Mister Greed.” you paused as you leaned against the counter, whether it was just the one shot or the way you could see him visibly shift in his seat, you were filled with a newfound confidence. You mentally high fived yourself as you remembered that you had left the first few buttons of your blouse open giving whoever you desired an open view to your cleavage as a way to make more tips, but in this case Greed’s attention was worth far more than any tip ever could. Greed kept his lips sealed as he mentally battled his eyes to keep in touch with yours and not your chest.

   “There is one particular guy that I’ve had my eye on.” you said with a shrug “But I have no way of knowing if he feels the same.” Greed caught on to your cocky tone and decided that he wasn’t going to give you the satisfaction, at least not yet.

     “Really? Hmm, that’s a shame and here I thought you and Dolcetto were just friends. Guess I should’ve known seeing how much time you two spend together.” Greed returned with a smirk. You scoffed and rolled your eyes.

    “He’s my friend. And a good one at that, but it’s not like you would care to know or anything.” You bit back at him. Greed raised an eyebrow, his lighthearted demeanor suddenly vanishing.

     “You better watch your mouth, Sugar. Or else you’ll find that I’m not always such a nice guy.” Greed said as he rose from his seat. You however still had your face turned away stubbornly.

     “Why don’t you get your ass over here and make me shut my mouth.” The clatter of a barstool falling to the ground caught your attention and before you could register that he had vaulted over the counter, Greed was already behind you. He felt his strong hands harshly grab yours. Pinning them to the counter as he took a step closer, nestling his head near the crook of your neck. You could feel his chest pushed up against your back as his rough ragged breathing filled your ear. You fought the urge to shudder.

    “My my you’ve got quite the attitude on you sooner or later that’s going to get you into trouble.” Greed whispered right into your ear, his hot breath causing goosebumps to erupt on your skin. You struggled to think of a response as your head started to cloud with a mix of fear and pure sexual need. Your heart beat rang loud in your ears as you could feel your legs begin to struggle to hold your weight.

Sorry for the sudden cliff-hanger but gotta keep the first part n$fw free for the most part!!

[seacottons]

[ idol!au ] — ateez x 7/11 employee reader

notes: this is so fucking stupid i'm cackling. some are based on their vlogs : minkiway, achallenz, ateezlog, and 1day vlog.

— hongjoong

"Let's get the strawberry yogurt smoothie."

"But we already got too many custard and pudding cups?"

"Do you want San to mope for the next two days?"

"No?"

"Alright then. So, get the yogurt smoothie."

You hear the commotion and bickering before even spotting the two, a faint smile finding itself onto your features. You most definitely weren't eavesdropping. Their bickering was audible throughout the entire expanse of the small store, and you finally peered up from organizing the display of flavored gum to spot the smaller of the two give the taller an exasperated expression.

"You know I don't like spicy! Why would you even suggest that, you bum?"

"You asked for my opinion, Joong," Seonghwa rolls his eyes, gaze locking with yours in the process. A knowing smile crawls its way onto his visage for a brief second, before it's replaced with a faux look of concern, "Oh! Y/n! Why don't you suggest something new for Hongjoong to try out?"

At the sound of your name being called, the smaller male stiffens considerably, hand nearly loosening around the packet of kimbap in his hands. With a suspicious glare, his head instantly snaps to his friend, who in return sent a friendly smile towards you. Seonghwa nearly laughed at the flustered male in his peripheral vision, before nodding in acknowledgment towards you once you made yourself towards the aisle. Hongjoong helplessly watched as you conversed with Seonghwa, your laughter ringing in his ears like soft, melodious chimes.

The tips of Hongjoong's ears burned red, his hand subconsciously reaching up several times to tussle his tresses and hide the obvious signs of his infatuation and nervousness. Seonghwa's eyes glimmered with mischief as they briefly darted to eye his sweating comrade.

"I really like this one," you picked up a warm pack of the spicy cheese kimbap to offer them a look, your eyes flickering to Hongjoong immediately, "But you don't like anything spicy, right Hong-"

"I'll take it!"

Seonghwa merely casts him a look of surprise, and Hongjoong almost stutters as the taller scrutinizes him. Was he that obvious?

"I've actually been enjoying spicy food for the past few weeks," he claims defensively, shoulders straightening and frame subconsciously leaning towards your own as he quickly picks up a conversation with you, cheeks red and lips tugged up into a jaw-breaking smile.

When the two step out of the small convenience store, plastic bags in hand, Seonghwa waste no millisecond to address the elephant in the room, tone complacent and all.

"You're whipped."

— seonghwa

You stare at the blue cart filled to the brim with yogurt cups, and you give the tall male a puzzled look. You were accustomed to having the eight men from upstairs purchase an abundance of food, from dried goods to ready-to-eat meals, but this was new.

"Seonghwa, is this really for all eight of you? Just.. yogurt," you mused curiously, hesitant hands reaching towards the yogurt cups to begin scanning and bagging them.

"Yes and no," he offers a soft smile, hands reaching towards the number candle display, rolling it to the side in search of the desired numbers. He places a number 2 and 3 onto the counter, and you're even more confused than before, "It's for Hongjoong's cake. His birthday is today."

"Then why do you need the yogurt?"

"The yogurt is the cake."

Your lips form a silent 'oh' as you nodded absentmindedly. The two of you share a moment of silence, before your shared laughter erupts throughout the convenience store.

"How thoughtful of you, Hwa," you drawl out teasingly, gaze unwavering from his chiseled face, "That's cute. I bet he'll love it."

Seonghwa nods silently, a polite smile brightening his features as he helps you with the items and bags, insisting he'll pack up the yogurt while you scan. He had a habit of always needing to help and making sure he wasn't being too much of a bother. His head snaps up once you call his name for nth time, and a faint dusting of pink blooms on his facial features as he meets your gaze, "Oh. Sorry, did you call me?"

You giggle lightheartedly as you finalize the amount of his purchase, eyes curiously meeting his, "If you were to pick a non-traditional birthday cake, what would it be?"

"Ah, tteokbokki," he states without a second to lose, eyes sparkling underneath the fluorescent lights of the store, "it will definitely be tteokbokki."

"When the time comes, I'll gladly make you a tteokbokki birthday cake," you accept the cash from his hands, before closing the cash register with a bump of your hip, hands working on tying the two plastic bags filled with yogurt cups, "I mean- of course, if you don't mind that is?"

A bashful smile nearly breaks his face into two as he accepts the bags, hands purposefully brushing against your knuckles a second too long as he nearly laughs in amusement at your nervous smile, "I'd love that, Y/n."

— yunho

You wrap the damp rag around your lithe finger to wipe around the buttons and crevices of the dusty cash register. Once it was practically sparkling, you decided to wipe away at the glass fridge displays, roughly rubbing the stubborn fingerprints that remained on the surface.

The doorbell chimed, and from where you stood, you were unable to see the customer that had just walked in. The sound of a group of males pierced the silence of the store, along with the rumbling of the vending machines in the corner. Nevertheless, you called out with a warm welcome and hastily wiped the last of the few glass doors. Your co-worker was supposed to be here minutes ago, while you were slaving around cleaning the place all on your own and dealing with customers simultaneously.

Removing your gloves, you internally grumbled at the fact your co-worker was late from lunch for the third time this same week. Stomping your way towards the cash register you failed to remember to add a wet-floor sign onto the area you had just mopped, utterly forgetting about the whole ordeal as you made yourself to the front of the store. As you turned the corner, your sneakers skidded loudly against the slippery tiles, your frame instantly thrown off balance as a clipped yelp left your mouth, hands bracing in front of your face to shield it from any damage.

It took a few seconds for you to realize a pair of arms were secured around your waist, and you silently gaped at the male above you with a stupefied expression.

Of course, it had to be him.

The very same man you've been crushing on for a few months now. The very same man who worked three stories above you.

Yunho was so graceful for someone so tall.

"Oh, thanks," he laughed in amusement at your shocked expression, your hands reaching up to clamp around your mouth in horror, "Are you okay though? You... uh, you should put a wet-floor sign. Wouldn't want anyone suing you for falling, now would you?"

Heaven knows you were never more thankful for your co-worker being late again than ever before. You were so close to him, you can practically smell the cologne sprayed on his neck.

"No! No, of course not! I'll get it right away!"

When you scurry from his arms and to the back to rummage in the closet, Wooyoung's voice and laughter ring out loudly behind you.

"But you fall harder every time we come here! Just sue Y/n alread—" a muffled sound of a punch and a loud squeal of pain followed suit, "Ow! Hulk hands! What was that for!?"

— yeosang

In the late hours of the evening, you found yourself guiding Yeosang through the aisles of the convenience store for a mission he had to complete for a series they were filming. When you spotted no cameras around, you sighed in relief.

"You know you're cheating, right?" You ask as the male crouches down to examine the array of rice balls and other food on display.

"There are no cameras here. No one will know."

You pause momentarily to glance at the security camera nestled in the corner, before rolling your eyes and crouching next to him to aid him in his task. This isn't an uncommon occurrence. Yeosang has come down to the store numerous times to grab items for the vlogs he filmed. One time it was utensils and a bowl, and the other time was an abundance of gummy bears.

"I can't believe you're making me do this for you," you laugh in disbelief as he stands to watch you look around for a particular item.

"You know what my members like more than I do," he muses with a soft smile, "they practically live here."

"Yeosang," you called out with a quirk of your brow, "you live with them. If anyone's capable, it's you."

"I know. I still need your help though."

You internally sigh and get to work, not that you minded in the slightest. Your heart was practically hammering out of your chest the moment he stepped foot inside the store.

"The guys usually get this pack of ramyun almost every visit, along with this rice ball," you arrange the food in his cart, before dragging him into another aisle, "We also got this new shipment of honey rice cakes- I'm sure Seonghwa will like them. He usually prefers the older types of snacks. Wait. Do you need Mingi's diarrhea medicine too?" You joke with a lighthearted laugh.

Yeosang gives you a grimace, and his judging eyes study you for a second too long that has your neck and ears heating up rapidly, "No, Y/n. Mingi's digestive system is doing just fine now.."

Yeosang nods absentmindedly as he's dragged to and fro from one aisle to the next, unable to focus on the words that come flying rapidly from your mouth "..And Hongjoong always tries new potato chips every time he visits, but these are his favorite, I can tell. San likes anything sweet. If there's no more yogurt smoothies left, just get a chocolate bar."

You peer at Yeosang who remained silent the entire time, his unfocused gaze trained on you. With a snap of your fingers in front of his face, he startles at the sudden sound, eyes wide and darting rapidly in confusion, "Oh! Sorry, Y/n. I got distracted there. Did you say something?"

"Cute," you laugh airily at his flustered expression, thumb jutting behind you towards the drink display, "I almost forgot the most important item- coke! You guys are the reason it's always out of stock here."

Taking a look at the clock above the door, you gawp in disbelief as you wait for the male to fish out his wallet, "Yeo, you've been here for the past half hour. They're going to think you got lost."

"No, that's alright," Yeosang mumbles as he hands you a sufficient amount of cash for the items, eyes looking anywhere but your face, "We should do this again sometime."

"Hm," you glance back up at him questioningly, "Sure. Whenever your next challenge is, I suppose. I don't mind helping."

He reaches up to awkwardly scratch his neck, lips pressing together into a firm line before he has the courage to meet your eyes and reply, "Oh- no. I meant.. on our own free time. No challenge. Just us two. Hanging out? Buying snacks?"

You almost stumble over yourself at his words, hands clammy and face burning. Nodding subtly, you fail to realize the goofy, flirtatious smile settling on your face as you hand him the receipt.

"Challenge accepted."

— san

"And they said it tastes like toothpaste! Can you believe them?"

You reached out to pat a hand onto the taller male's back in a caring manner, nodding when he asked you how ridiculous the other members' statements were.

"Yes, of course," you console him as you carefully organized the new shipment of chocolate bars on display, allowing the male to vent to you in the aisles of the convenience store he frequently visited from upstairs. He's also been trying to persuade you to join his mint chocolate cult for the past two weeks now.

"Mint chocolate doesn't taste like toothpaste! Toothpaste tastes like mint chocolate," San brushes a hand through his pink locks, eyeing you for a reply in agreement. You think he only came down here not only to vent, but to also fuel his ego by finding another person to agree with his statements and judge his friends' taste in food- other than Mingi, of course, "don't you agree?"

You nearly laugh at the awaiting gaze that overtakes his features. He was very serious about this topic, so it was safe to assume his older friends bashed the flavor to the point San took it almost personally, "Yes, San. For the hundredth time, mint and chocolate are the perfect pair. They're like.. peanut butter and jelly. Cheese and corn. Strawberries and bananas. And-"

"Me and you."

You think you hear wrong as he quickly dashes towards the ice cream freezer to grab a handful of mint chocolate ice cream pints.

"What?"

"Hm?" he has the audacity to tilt his head in amusement, eyes practically twinkling with mischief, "What's the matter, Y/n?"

How dare he fluster you like this. Your jaw is slack as he walks back over to you with the same, bright smile and dimple on display. The words nearly die in your throat as he looms over you with a look of mock curiosity and innocence, "N-nothing, uh- do you want me to check you out?"

"You're more than welcome to anytime, Y/n. No need to ask."

His smile stretches in amusement as your eyes widen in shock. He knew what he was doing to you. You choked out a response, nodding your head as you made yourself over to the register counter.

Once placing the ice cream pints and eight plastic spoons in the bag, you handed it to the bubblegum haired male, whose eyes crinkled happily, "No need to be shy, Y/n. Sometimes, all you need is," he reached over to press the tip of your nose back with the pad of his finger, "encourage-mint."

His laughter rung like the bell chime that signaled his departure, and before he turned the corner to go back to the entertainment building upstairs, he sent you a quick and mischievous wink.

— mingi

The steam from your ramyun cup swirled up to meet the cold air as you sat alone in front of the convenience store for your lunch break. You watched as people scuttled through the streets in an attempt to avoid the light misting of rain. The cup of steaming noodles helped warm your hands though, and the store awning provided enough shelter from the rain.

Taking a generous amount of noodles in your mouth, you slightly wince at the searing temperature on your lips.

"Y/n? What're you doing out here?"

A voice caught your attention, and your head snaps up to meet the eyes of the well-dressed male standing nearby with a to-go bag in hand. You stare with stuffed cheeks and wide eyes, quickly ducking your head to drop the remaining noodles hanging from your lips back into the steaming cup. You don't know why he's asking a question like that. He, along with the others, have numerously visited the store or were nearby when you were on your lunch break. Even Yunho memorized your lunch schedule throughout the week.

"Mingi! Hi-" you cough out suddenly, hand quickly reaching up to wipe the sauce from your lips. He makes his way over to where you're sitting, before plopping beside you and proceeding to open the bag in his hands. You give him a questioning look, and when he feels his eyes on you, he turns to you with a smile.

"You don't mind if I eat lunch with you, yeah?" He snaps his chopsticks apart and gives you a hopeful look, "You just seem all bored and lonely by yourself."

You stare flabbergasted at his words, before shaking your head almost too quickly after a moment of silence. You didn't mind the lack of company actually, but Mingi was too sweet for you to deny, "No, of course not. But it's okay, you don't have to-"

"One doesn't let their friend eat all alone," he simpers, before eyeing his styrofoam box and thrusting it in front of you, "Here! You should try some barbecue eel. It's perfect for this kind of weather."

The two of you spent the next half hour conversing and stuffing your mouths full of food he had gotten from his mother's restaurant. His eyes sparkled once you complimented his mother's cooking skills, and a contagious smile found itself on his visage as you asked for the name of the place. He slurped another strand of noodle into his mouth before boisterously replying with a raised brows and a bright smile.

"I'll see if I'll have time this weekend to visit it," you accepted the napkin he offered you to wipe your mouth, before crumbling it and tidying up the area. He stands to discard the empty boxes of food and bags before checking the time on his phone.

"I'd love to spend more time with you, but Hongjoong will have my ass if I don't go back in time," he laughs loudly while dusting his clothes to rid himself of any fallen crumb, "Oh! Here's a card for my mother's restaurant! I always carry some with me wherever I go."

You accepted it with a grateful smile, brows knitting in confusion at the numbers scribbled on the corner of the small business card, "Oh, there's a number here? Is it their new number?"

"It's mine," he says while patting your head with a cheeky smile, "Next time, we should eat together there— where it's warm and not out here in the freezing cold."

You gape in awe at him, face flushing almost immediately. Mingi smiles, internally reminding himself to thank Yunho for the idea later.

— wooyoung

"Y/n! I can't believe you betrayed me like this!?"

Peeking your head up curiously, you quirked a brow in the direction of the heaving male, "What are you talking about?"

You place the last stack of cash into the register before closing it shut. The display of candy near the register needed organizing, and you sigh to yourself before you begin working on it. His friends stand outside, in front of the store, conversing amongst each other as they waited for him to finish grabbing 'something extremely important'.

Your friend nearly reached over the counter to shake you by your shoulders with an exasperated cry of anguish, "You told me you'll save me at least one of the BTS cold brew bottles! They're all sold out! Again!"

Oh. Of course that was the problem.

You roll your eyes at his dramatic rant, elbows resting onto the counter as you leaned forward teasingly. You were grateful no one else was in the store while Wooyoung had his meltdown. He would've probably frightened them anyway.

"I told you when the new shipment comes in to save me each version of them!"

"Wooyoung- it's just canned americano. We have plenty more brands to tr-"

"No! It has BTS on the packaging!" He explains quickly, "Don't you realize it's a godsend to have packaged food and drinks with their faces on it!?"

"You're going to throw the packaging away anyway! What's the point?" Your unimpressed face studies his in confusion. Internally, you smile to yourself at his frustrated tone. You love to rile him up.

When you were met with silence, you scrunched your nose in distaste, arms crossing in front of your chest defensively. He looks a bit flustered at your gaze, shoulders shrugging silently.

"Gross! Wooyoung, were you seriously planning on keeping and collecting them? Aren't you overdoing it?"

He lets out an indignant squawk and pins you with a pointed stare, which you returned with a blank blinking of your eyes.

"I don't tell you how to live."

Rolling your eyes, you turn to rummage through your bag tucked beneath the counter, before fishing out two cans of the americano. Wooyoung's eyes open wide in astonishment.

"You're lucky I remembered. My manager only let me buy two."

"Y/n?" He scrambles to the counter to take a good look at the cans, before he finds himself tugging you forward by your head with a loud cry of excitement, to which you groaned in protest, "I knew it! I knew you wouldn't let me down!"

Your face flushes at the close proximity and when the bell chimes signaling a new customer, your heart drops to your stomach in fright. You did not need anyone witnessing this. Wooyoung's grip was relentless as he squeezed your cheeks together and continued to praise you for being the most trustworthy person he knows.

"Wooyoung, how many times have I told you harassing someone isn't the way to express your feelings," Hongjoong's annoyed voice calls out from the front.

— jongho

You attempted to remain inconspicuous as you huddled over your phone over the counter, eyes glued onto the screen displaying the current live video. You swore you could hear their rackety footsteps and shouts from three stories below. You wouldn't be surprised if one of them came crashing down from the ceiling one day. An infatuated sigh and droopy smile tugged at your lips as you leaned your cheek against your palm.

A few minutes later, you had to mute your phone to attend a customer ( because heaven knows how loud and rowdy they get when they're all together. And you didn't need their argument about butts to blast out throughout the store ). To your displeasure, another few came strolling in. You wanted to groan in frustration at their impeccable timing. Of course, Ateez would start a live during your shift, and of course customers came flocking in as if the convenience store was suddenly a magnet.

By now, you've missed a good portion of the live, and some of the customers gave you wary looks as you trembled to hastily bag every item they purchased. You nearly ripped the register out in the process of your haste.

You thought it was finally the last of the burdensome customers, when a handful of bags of chips, ice cream pints, and ramyun cups were placed onto the counter. Sighing subtly, you glance up to give the customer a fake smile, only to gape as the male across from you has his eyes set onto your phone screen.

You feel the force of heat rush to your face like a volcano spitting out molten magma, and with a noise between a strangled gasp and cry, your hand quickly slams on top of your phone to shield the screen and hopefully save the last bit of dignity left in your system. You gripped it against your chest with a panicked grin, and his eyes flickered down and then back up to meet your own.

The last thing you wanted was for the boys to know you keep tab of their activities and projects. You were just supposed to be the friendly clerk downstairs. You muster up the energy to not feel too affected by the questioning stare the other is giving you.

"Well," the male chuckles at your perplexed and flustered expression, "I've caught you red handed, Y/n."

Your smile falters at the accusation.

"It's not what it looks like. It just popped up from my notifications- I wasn't even-"

"Hey, hey!" He suddenly quips playfully, arms out in front of him in defense, "No need to be so defensive. So, I take it you were lying when you said you weren't an Atiny?"

Your silence was a dead giveaway, and his smile only grew wider as you attempted to shrink into yourself.

"Who's your bias?" He tried again, and you laughed it off, quickly changing the topic by asking him how many napkins and spoons he needed for the ice cream. He reached a hand up to brush the red bangs from his eyes, before looming over the register a bit suspiciously. When your head snaps up to give him a look of confusion, his attention is suddenly drawn to the gas medicine displayed on the counter. You sigh in relief as you hand him the bags before wishing him a good rest of the day.

"Y/n?"

Before he bid you farewell from the door, he waved a hand up, mischievous smile plying at his lips, "Nice photocard you have there on your phone."

Your eyes glance down immediately to your device resting on the counter, breath leaving your lungs in embarrassment as the same red-head smiles back at you from your phone. Jongho's laughter can still be heard from outside even with the door shut, and you suddenly wish the floor will swallow you up to save the remaining crumb of dignity you had left.

[queenoftheworldisdead]

Mr. President

Part 1, Part 2

Summery: After the election the Presidential nominee, Steve Rogers, takes an interest in his campaign manager.

Warning: non consent, light bondage, choking, violence, smut

my first real smut. love to know where i could improve.

Dark Steve x Reader

Being Captain America's campaign manager had to be the easiest campaign you ever managed. The perfect soldier put Americans at ease. Especially with the current administration self sabotage. Although he would be the oldest president to date he didn't look it. Not to mention he would be easily the sexiest president since Kennedy.

Tonight the votes were counted and America's golden boy won. Steve swept the election to become the next President of the United States.

Streamers and confetti rained down as the announcement came through. After the press interviews and the almost endless congratulations you lost track of the President elect.

You blamed it on the champagne that flowed through the event like water. You toasted almost every staffer you came across, hugged donors and party members.

By the time you caught sight of Sam you were most definitely buzzed. He was celebrating too with some blonde campaign aid that's named slipped your mind at that moment.

"Hey Sam! Have you seen Steve?" You shout at him as you make your way through the room. You needed to discuss the plans for tomorrows press tour before you called it a night.

Pulling himself away covered in lipstick his heavily lidded eyes looked at you. He managed to inform you of Steve's whereabouts, he had snuck off to his Presidential suite. It made sense, the super soldier could never get drunk and was seen as a prude much to the delight of the more conservative  supporters. A fact that helped them over look his non marital status.

You remind Sam to not have too much fun tonight before departing. It took some effort, but you managed to cut through the crowd without having to stop for too long. Compared to how you felt you were sure Steve must have been exhausted.

Finally you slipped out of the hall, down the corridor and into one of the elevators. The slow ride up to the Presidential floor gave you a respite of peace. When you made it to his floor you got off and from down the hall you saw two FBI agents at his door.

It was a standard procedure for agents to be assigned to the parties nominee. The sight of which always made you giggle. You knew it was standard practice, but Steve was not only a super hero. He also had the support of the Avengers so you didn't see the point in it.

As you approached the door the agents stopped to do their standard protocol. They checked your I.D. and patted you down before allowing you to enter in.

Since you were in charge of his campaign you had a key to his room so knocking never crossed your mind. As the door swung open you could hear the faint sounds of slurping. Furrowing your brow you scanned the room as you entered.

Though the couch faced opposite the door you could see the back of Steve's head. He looked so relaxed, his head lolled backwards with his arms out stretched on the couch.

When the door clicked shut a second head popped up beside Steve. He was not alone and when that fact registered your stomach fell.

Unlike the Aid you saw with Sam you knew this one, Charlene. She reminded you of a younger you, ambitious, a go-getter, with an interest in the maddening campaign process. You had practically taken her under your wing. So the utter shock of seeing her head pop up from what seemed to be Steve's lap had you speechless.

The aid's eyes widen when she turned around to find you at the door with your mouth ajar. Steve's back was still to you, but you could see him whisper in Charlene's ear. She got up with a jump instantly, disheveled, fixing herself, her head down as she walked towards the door. Her head never lifted as she scurried past you, your head following her out the door, closing shut behind her.

You turned back to Steve, who was currently standing and tucking himself back into his pants. The shock of it all was quite sobering.

"What the hell Steve!" You scream at him. You were taken aback by the volume of your own voice.

"You just won the election and this is what you do! Are you insane!" You march over to him.

"Calm down...relax" he lifted his hands in defense with a soft smile on his face.

Why the hell is he smiling?

"Calm down? What do you mean calm down? A scandal like this your first term! What were you thinking?" Your mind immediately thought of how the opposition basically crucified Clinton.

His nonchalant attitude only served to further rile you. Then it clicked.

"This wasn't the first time was it? Was she the only one? How many?" You paced back and forth in the living room of the suite. Your brain was in damage control mode.

He sighed racking his fingers through his hair with the other on his hip.

"It's not the first time and she is the only one." He sighed as you stopped and stood there while he explained.

The news though not as bad as you anticipated was still not good. You crossed your arms and contemplated strategies.

Digging out your phone you look through your contacts to pull together a strategy meeting incase things come out.

Everyone was more than likely drunk off their asses, but this was a code red. But as you were lost in thought and your phone Steve stepped towards you. His hand snatched away your phone, dangling it above your head as you jumped and grab for it.

"Steve what are you doing I need to figure out a plan to get ahead of this if this gets out" you say frustrated as you continued to jump and try to get your phone back.

You place your hands on his shoulder to help you get more lift from your jump. As he dangles the phone just out of reach again his other arm wraps around your waist on your descent. When you feel his arm lock you in place you gasp as he pulls you into his chest.

The way your breast bounced as you fought fruitlessly to retrieve your phone made is already hard cock ache with anticipation. Looking down at you Steve fought the urge to take you right then and there.

Though you had interrupted the fun he was having his cock was undeterred. Maybe if you weren't so preoccupied by his antics you would have noticed that his cock had yet to yield. But when Steve pressed your body to his he couldn't fight back the grin as he watched your eyes grow wide.

He made his member jump in his pants and you pulled back when you felt the movement.

"What are you doing? Stop!" You demanded as you tried to push off him, but his grip was unrelenting.

"You don't have to worry about her I've gotten it taken care off" Smiling at you his bright eyes so innocent had now become dark.

He found it funny how you struggled, pushing and pulling away.

When he released you, you stumbled back a bit. "If I didn't know any better I would think you were drunk" you say frustratedly straightening your clothes as you collect yourself.

While you were distracted he began stuffing your phone in his back pocket.

"This is serious Steve" you huffed out trying to brush off his antics.

He didn't reply. He just stared at you. A look you never seen on him and it was very strange to you. His normally wholesome, boy next door, all American look was gone. Now a darkness stood in its place, something filled with a carnal hunger.

Steve was a man at the end of the day. A man in need of release. When you were brought on to lead his campaign he thought nothing of you. But that didn't last long. The longer you stayed around him it was hard to not developed feelings. You were a constant in his chaotic political life. You styled him, coached him through speeches and debates. A cheerleader he didn't know he needed and wasn't sure that he wanted to let go even though the campaign was over.

He knew that during the electoral race you would never jeopardize the campaign with such a scandal. So when you introduced Charlene to him, he decided she would be a meager substitute as he bid his time.

Loosening his tie just enough that the loop passed freely over his head.

"Look I know your upset..." he said walking over to you casually with tie in hand. "You don't have to worry about her"

You opened your mouth to protest, but he cut off your words and proceeded onward. "I've been in love with you for quite sometime." The confession was a shock. You had no clue he had ever thought of you more than just a friend.

Slipping the tie over the crown of your head much to your bewilderment. Pulling the knot tight as it passed your chin. Resting the heart on the middle of your throat.

"This is serious we need to get..." Brushing off his confession as you spoke he cinched it tighter, too tight. The fabric was hugging your neck uncomfortably, making it hard to breathe. You pulled at the fabric as it restricted you, but he slapped your hands away.

"I wanted to wait until after the inauguration to ask you this." He spoke coolly straightening the tie again as you start to gasp at the lack of circulation. Your hands shoot up again only to be thrown aside.

Every inhale was starting to become a struggle. "I think the nation deserves a First Lady." Stepping back he admired you while keeping one hand trailing the end of the necktie halting at the hilt. "Don't you?"

"What are .... What's gotten into you Steve.... this isn't funny" you gasp out as you reach to untie the knot again.

His face frowned when you clawed at the fabric. He yanked on the tie so hard you felt like a yo yo smacking into a wall. Pinning your arms to his chest he snaked his arms around you locking you in place.

There was no music, but he swayed with you in his arms. Your foot catching his foot on every odd step, but he wasn't bothered. As he slow danced with you, you try and pull away but he would not stop.

"I need you to calm down and relax. I'm the new commander and chief now and throughout this process I realized how much you've done for me and how much I need to keep you in my life."

"I understand Steve I do, but that’s not what you need to focus on right now...." That was a struggled to get out with the tie on your throat. "This is a fragile time" you managed to breathe out. He stopped maybe he was starting to finally listen to reason.

His lips crashed into you without notice. Your mouth felt bruised as a result. He started nipping at your bottom lip, your mouth fell open as you hissed in pain his tongue invaded you. It didn't take long before the choking restraint of the knot and Steve's kisses made you breathless.

Your vision was starting to fade and a panic set in.

Get it together and focus.

"St.." you try to speak, but his mouth swallowed your words.

"Mr. President" pulling back he corrected you. His voice dipping to a low growl. "Say it."

"Mr. President" The words felt foreign as it passed your lips. He was starting to scare you.

When he cocked his hand back you hadn't noticed. Not until his massive palm collided with your ass you screamed on impact, but  he only swallowed it. Gripping your ass tightly the sting of the smack had you trying desperately to get away.

You hadn't realized you were crying until the salty taste hit your tongue. He must've tasted it too. He moved from your mouth to kiss along your cheeks moving methodically to your neck. The sensation of which you couldn't deny felt good. So good you were stunned to hear the faintest of moans leaving your mouth.

While one of Steve's hands gripped firmly on your ass the other moved between your bodies. You stiffen at the realization of where it was heading. Stopping at your waist he unfastened the button on your pants and slowly dragged the zipper down.

"Steve.. please" you beg. Your arms were useless against his strength.

The hand that gripped your ass smacked you again for the infraction making you yelp. It took too much energy to push away than for him to hold you in place. That coupled with the lack of oxygen you felt like your body would collapse so you held his shirt to keep from falling.

"Mr. President please" You cry out but it sounded more like a moan. That must have urged him on because he began sucking on your neck with such force you were sure you would have hickeys that no amount of concealer could hide.

When his fingers grazed your panty line you shoot yours down to try and stop him, but the super soldier just flicked you off. When that failed you crossed your legs tightly together, but his knee forced them apart. Allowing your pants to pool at your feet. The cold air of the room prickled your skin helping to only intensify your trembling.

Pushing past the elastic his meaty digits separated your folds. He hummed on your neck as he felt them slicker from your wetness. Shame filled you as tears continued to roll down your face.

"Stop please" Your sob of protest were cut off as two digits thrust into you. Steve curled them inside of you the feel of which created a wave of pleasure that radiated through you. Biting your bottom lip you fight the fire he was stoking. It felt so good his fingers deep in you.

"Fuck!" you blurted out as you reach up to grip his shoulders. You could feel your toes curl as pumped in and out of you.

"Mr.President" you didn't recognize your voice as you panted out. He dipped deeper inside you, your juices coating his fingers.

Leaning away from you he stared at you, drinking in the sight of you coming undone from him.

"Take off your top" his voice commanded.

When he sensed your hesitation he slipped in another digit. You bit down on your bottom lip hard as you try and choke down a moan.

"I won't ask again." The thickness of his voice had you fighting against your better judgement. You looked at him and his face was serious.

Your hands rose and you begrudgingly start to unbutton the blouse. He could see your bra, leaving one hand inside you the other sought to free your globes. Pulling them free with a grunt. You hissed and mewled at every pinch and twist of your nipples. He didn't stop until both were hard.

"Do you like how I make you feel?" He asked but by the look on your face he knew. When you didn't answer he twisted your left  nipple.

"Yes" that answer wasn't good enough so he twisted harder.

"Yes Mr. President" as a reward he licked circles around your aureola. Kissing it, licking your throbbing nipple with his tongue.

Through your moans you hear the traitorous sounds of your sex. Your heat was coming to its precipice. You gripped his shoulders as to stead yourself from collapsing.

The squirming of your body only seemed to encourage him as he used the heel of his palm to press against your clit as he violated you.

You were getting close, your pussy started to tighten around his fingers.

"Hmmm nope none of that." He growled again. " we just got started celebrating."

Taking his fingers from you, your mouth released a whimper.

Grabbing the end of the tie again. "On your hands and knees"  his lips stealing kisses before stepping back. You shakily lower yourself.

Lowering your head in shame for allowing him to treat you this way. He started to walk as you pressed your palms on the cold marble. Your knees mopping the floor as you trail behind him.

When he reached the open door of the master bedroom he jerked the leash of the tie to hurry you forward. You stopped beside him in the doorway and he crouched down to meet you at eye level. His wholesome smile appeared to you as he lifted your head with his index finger.

"OK up on the bed."

Rising to your feet walk over to the bed as he stood in the doorway watching you.

"Take it all off" he said coolly as he tossed his blazer to the floor. Unbuttoning his shirt then his pants.

Sniffing as you unfastened your bra letting it drop past your arms throwing it on the ground. Lying on your back you raised your butt to slide you ruined panties down, kicking them to the floor.

Before they hit the ground the speed at which he met you was neck breaking.

He stood at the edge of the bed his bright blue eyes grown dark with lust. When he placed a knee on the you felt your heart race as it the bed dipped. Your arms cover yourself as you press your legs firmly together. The warmth of his hand on your knee mixed you with fire and dread. His hands began pulling your legs apart with ease despite your resistance.

Lowering his head he places kisses along your inner thigh. The sensation of his lips on your skin make you inhale sharply. Licking your folds and sucking on your clit you grew wetter.

You started hating yourself for loving the way he lapped you up. Licking in-between your folds. Pushing his tongue in and out of your pussy as you fight off another moan. Flattening his tongue he raised it past your lips taking care to linger on your clit before he began to kiss up your tummy.

Stopping on your breast he took your wrists and held them above your head. Holding them with one hand he used the other to massage and gently kiss each breast. Taking your hard nipples into his teeth pulling and sucking on them again as his other hand played with he other.

"Shit" you exclaim. He looks up at you with a frown lightly smacking your breast.

"Language" he said with a stern voice. Moving up again his lips  kissed along your chest and up your neck.

The closer he got to your neck the more you could feel his cock proud your entrance. His pre-cum mixing with your slick lips. You moved your hips but his cock pressed harder as it followed.

"Steve please" you try again to reason.

At the sound of his name he impaled you fully. Bottoming out inside your pussy stretched to receive him. You shrieked and instinctively tried to get away from him. Snacking an arm around your back he locks you in place. Each thrust sent shock waves through your body.

"Mr. President" you say as his cock filled you past your limit. "Fuck!" You were becoming delirious with every stroke the pain had you crying out.

"So fucking tight" He slammed into you unforgivably. The pain started to mix with pleasure. You could feel the warmth again. The need to cum and it was becoming harder and hard to resist it.

For one lucid moment you tried tearing out of his grip and pull yourself backwards, but he held you like a vice. Your pussy started to tighten around his cock as he continued to impale you.

"That's it" he growled as your climax build.

"Tell me what you want?"

Ashamed you tell him you want to cum. He released your hands and settled on your neck. Even with his grip on your throat you could still feel yourself about to explode.

You were so dizzy with pleasure you couldn't comprehend what he asked.

"Tell your president you want to cum all over his cock"

"Mr. President" you croaked. "Please let me cum Mr. President!"

"Good girl cum for me" as the words left his mouth you clinched his cock coming so hard you saw stars and stripes.

As you came his movements became erratic. The clinching of your pussy milked him. His cock twitch and pulse inside of you as he emptied himself into you. His arms gave out and he fell on-top of you crushing you under his weight. You both lay there exhausted, sweaty, falling into a slumber.

It wasn't long before you awoke. Steve was sitting on the edge of the bed studying you.

"You know I think you might be right." He said as your eyes began to open. "I think a family lifestyle might not be what the nation is looking for in me."  

"That post nut clarity...huh" he chuckled.

"Steve..." You try and croak out but he was already on your neck. You scratched and dug into his skin, but to no avail. Your vision became spotty and within seconds the lights were completely out.

Despite his buddies political victory Bucky was resigned to stay in his room. He was watching the broadcast of the announcement that was happening in the same hotel he was in.

He had been told to stay out of sight throughout Steve's campaign as to not tarnish the golden boys image.

Though he had long since been freed from HYDRA'S brainwashing and has more than once proven himself a patriot he still had to stay back.

*Ring Ring

When his cell phone lit up he was surprise to see that it was Steve.

"Congratulations Punk" he smirked over the phone.

"Ha" Steve laughed softly. "Can you come to my room if your free?"

When he arrived he wasn't surprised to see Y/N. This wasn't the first time he had been called to do clean up duty.

Rolling Y/N in the duvet and he got to work.

"Hey Buck" Steve called from the duvet bedroom.

Bucky turned to meet his friends gaze. Steve dug out your cell phone from his back pocket. He tosses it over to Bucky.

"Charlene too"

With a nod Bucky left the room with Y/N over his shoulder. Steve didn't need to worry about security cameras Tony would handle that. The agents at the door would be taken care of by Wanda.

As the elevator doors closed that’s when he felt it. The duvet moved.

[sirowsky]

The Bad Day - One Shot

For the person closest to my soul, my wife @lucrezia-thoughts

“Our stories remind us how precious and fragile life can be – and that we must risk our hearts every day to know happiness.” – Luanne Rice

“Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, ‘I will try again tomorrow’.” – Mary Anne Radmacher Fluff Can be read as Gender Neutral Reader (gn!reader) Only warning I can think of is Language. Words: 1525

I hope this helps improve your day, my love.

===================== So, you know those days when everything just goes wrong?

When you can’t walk over a threshold without stubbing your toe, or reach for a doorhandle without almost breaking your finger against it? When you knock the milk or juice-carton over, and think ‘phew, at least the cork was still on’ only to realise the damn carton broke? Every paper you touch tries to murder you, anything remotely heavy just fiddles itself out of your hands, and magically lands on your feet, and even your own brain tricks you by misjudging the distance between your shoulder and the fucking doorway, even though it damn well knows exactly how close is too close?

Yeah – that kinda day.

Those were the days that you wanted to lock yourself in your house and just not step outside, but… well, life… and all that.

When you finally reached your lunch-hour on this particular day of personal doom, you felt sure that every singly toe had to be broken, and there were bandages on three of your fingers already. You were only half-way through your day, and it had the potential to get so much worse before it was over. You contemplated just hiding in a broom-closet until the day was done, but with your current luck, that’d probably just end with you giving yourself a concussion against a shelf or something, in the dark.

You’d taken a seat on a bench outside, hoping that the sun might help your body and mind back into some resemblance of coordination, while you ate. But, of course, that turned out to be a mistake, when the lack of a table meant that you had to hold your plastic lunch box in your lap, which (on a day like this) naturally meant that the damn thing did not remain in your lap. You didn’t even register how it managed to end up bottoms up on the ground by your feet, after just one little bite, and you were so done with this fucking day, you didn’t even care. You just wanted to sit there and cry and feel sorry for yourself until the sun set and this disaster of a day finally ended.

But you were sitting on a bench in a mini-park right outside your office-building, where people were constantly coming and going, and the last thing you wanted was for your co-workers to see you all pathetic like that. You weren’t exactly popular to begin with…

“Here, take this.”

Someone held out a wrapped item to you, and when you looked up you almost choked on your own spit, because the guy handing it to you was Marcus fucking Pike, the guy you’d had a crush on ever since you started at the office. The sweetest guy in the whole damn world – who had no idea you even existed.

“I saw your little accident there, and I figured you could use a pick-me-up.”

“You have no idea… thank you so much.”

You took the offered food and quickly dug into it before a frickin bird snatched it, or something. You’d expected him to walk off, but instead he sat down right next to you, to eat his own wrap, and suddenly you were nervous. You’d wanted to talk to him so many times, even imagined whole scenarios in your mind about how to strike up a conversation with him, each one more ludicrous than the next… And now here he was, and you couldn’t think of a single thing to say.

“By the state of your hands, I’m assuming today is one of those days?”

“You get them too?”

“Everyone does, just in varying degrees of severity.”

“Oh, I don’t have degrees, mine are always the worst they can be.”

“Sorry to hear that.”

Always so sweet…

“Thanks.”

You finished the rest of your meal in silence, and when you were done, he held a hand out for your trash.

“I’ll take it to the bin over there, save you from another thing that can go wrong.”

He winked at you, and scurried over there, dumping the trash before coming right back, with a bit of a mischievous grin on his face. He didn’t sit back down, but held a hand out to you instead.

“Come on.”

“What?”

“Let’s get out of here before anyone sees us.”

“You mean.. skip out on work? I can’t do that.”

“Sure you can, it’s easy. Just get up and walk away.”

“Pike…”

He just smiled wider, keeping his hand held out for you, and in a moment of pure insanity, you took it, letting him pull you to your feet and walk off with you. He led you away from the office buildings and busy streets, all the way to a promenade deck along the waterfront that you hadn’t even known was there before. And he kept holding your hand. Maybe it was just to keep you from falling every time you stumbled, but the way he held it felt like more than that. Unless that was just wishful thinking on your part. Ugh, more than likely. You tried to distract yourself by talking.

“So, do you skip work often?”

“Never have before.”

“No way. You must’ve done…”

“Nope.”

“But… then, why now?”

“Because you looked like you really needed it.”

That made you stop in your tracks, squeezing his hand a little harder and just staring at him in complete disbelief for a few seconds. He didn’t seem fazed at all.

“You bailed on work… for me? W-why would you do that?”

He bowed his head for a few beats, and when he looked up, he had a sheepish little grin on his lips, with that adorable dimple on full display.

“Because I like you. I always have, I just never… knew how to talk to you. You always turn away, keep to yourself, do the work and go home, not much chatter or frivolity. You just seem so… unavailable, I didn’t dare try in case you found it inappropriate.”

Holy hell… but he was too damn sweet.

“A.. are you serious, right now?”

“Very.”

You couldn’t believe this. A whole year you’d been working in the same office as this man, this adorable, kind, sassy, perfect fucking man, not realising that your own insecurity about talking to him was scaring him off.

“I always wanted to talk to you too, I just thought… or, rather convinced myself, that you didn’t even know who I was. I mean, why would you? Aside from being called to the same meetings occasionally, we rarely ever share the same space, and I don’t work directly on your cases.”

“Because you’re interesting. You don’t conform to the ‘normal’ office behaviour. You find ingenious little ways to break policies regarding your appearance, and your desk, so that you’ll feel comfortable in your own skin and space. And even though you mostly stay quiet, whenever you do speak, you’re always well informed and respectful, but also honest. You don’t let people walk all over you just because they think you’re an outsider.”

You had to actually tell yourself to breathe, because you were so shocked you just didn’t function properly right now.

“How do you know all that? When have you had time to notice me at all… I don’t… what am I missing here? I don’t understand any of this..”

He stepped closer. A lot closer, and you froze. He smelled wonderful, and up close like this, his eyes were mesmerising. Deep pools of chocolate beckoning for every ounce of your attention, which they eagerly got, while his free hand found your waist.

“You’re beautiful. That was the first thing I noticed about you. Not just your face, but your soul. Your person. And there’s a kind of grace to you, to the way you move and carry yourself, that I confess I may have spied a little on you in your office, in order to see better. It mostly only comes out when you think no one sees you. And I can see it even on days like these, when everything goes wrong for you.”

A warmth you’d never felt before, spread through your chest and abdomen, making you shiver in the most pleasant way imaginable, and he could see that too. His hand on your waist pulled you closer, while the other let go of your hand, so that he could wrap both arms around you.

“I’d really like to kiss you right now.”

Your knees damn near caved in on you, but this was too good for you to allow your body to screw it up, like it had the rest of the day. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, letting one hand find it’s way to the back of his neck, gently tugging him towards you.

“Please do.”

As his warm, soft lips brushed against yours you thought to yourself that perhaps bad days had a purpose, after all. Perhaps they were meant to make the good moments clearer, more distinguished. After all, what was one good moment next to a hundred others, compared to one good moment, among a hundred bad ones?

THE END