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Dominic Fike x Reader
porn star reader!
[warnings: smut, p in v, drug usage(both), reader might be a lil brat, like one use of (y/n), 'recording' sex, dom Dominic, degrading but with love, daddy kink]
[modern day Dominic I just want yall to know that.... bc he is so fine đ]
[not proof read sorry in advance for any mistakes]
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To say you were proud of yourself would be an understatement.
you've always known you wanted to be in the entertainment industry, so as soon as you turned eighteen, you started stripping. you worked all the time, never spending the money you made because you lived at home with your mom. you focused on learning, if anything.
learning what men liked to hear so they'll spend money, but mostly learning about yourself. and what did you learn? that you were in love with entertaining, you loved shaking your ass and having people throw money on you, being the center of attention. having eyes on you.
When you turned nineteen, you took all the money you saved up and moved out. still dancing you started exploring more, finally losing your virginity and finding out you loved sex. cumming was literally the best thing you ever experienced.
you decided to start a twitter for fun, just posting videos of you shacking your ass at first.
you built a following over the year when you decided to move to California. you weren't really in the middle of the city, but you were close enough to still get action. you made some friends and on your 20th birthday they took you out to a club, were you had the best idea to start an only fans.
that night when you got home you ran to your bed and opened your laptop made an account and uploaded a video by the next morning. cumming at least three times before you tapped out.
this lead you to where you are now.
you've made a name for yourself in the porn industry while mostly making solo content. sometimes you'll connect with other porn stars and make videos, but you tend to stick to making videos by yourself.
you've completely stopped dancing and live as a full time porn star, even moving to other platforms. you love it.
it wasn't even about the money, honesty you were just a slut. you fucking loved cummming all the time. you loved it even more when you knew people were paying just to get off to you cumming. you especially loved the way people fucked you when the cameras where on.
you just haven't found the person to fuck you the way you needed when they were off, which is why you tend to stick to solo content.
but enough about that lets talk about where you are now.
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which is running late as you scramble to get your heels on before searching for the bag you took out for this outfit.
finally done running to grab your keys off of the hook as you walk out the door. as you lock it your phone rings making you groan. 'hello' you breath out walking to your car. 'don't hello me where are you' your friend Dominic asks.
you and Dominic's relationship was special to say the least. you guys meet through Instagram about a year ago. he was heavily active in your comment section before moving to your dm's. he was cute so you entertained it. you guys hit it off quite well and became friends quickly moving to irl .
you've been cool ever since and your currently heading to one of his shows as we speak.
'im heading out the door right now' you answer locking your front door. 'you gonna be here in time?' he questions making you chuckle as you sit, getting comfortable and buckling, letting your phone connect to your car. 'yes I am, I'll be speeding so you'll see me earlier.' you reply as you back out of your driveway.
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speed walking to his dressing room not knocking as usual you see Dominic at his mirror smoking a blunt, he looks over to you. 'so I wasn't here earlier' you laugh as you put your bag down giving him a hug while he sat. 'at least you haven't gone on yet' you say giving him a kiss on the cheek taking the blunt from his hand before going to sit on his couch 'you good baby' he said.
re lighting his blunt, takin a pull 'stop calling me baby Dominic' you tell him. tilting his head as he smiled 'you really gon keep playing wit me-' he questioned just before someone knocked on the door, letting him know he needed to go on.
letting out a laugh before telling you ''you better pay attention to his performance'' before he left.
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after his concert yall went back to your place to roll up and chill. your in your pajamas sitting on the love seat that's on your porch. taking the blunt from his fingers as he handed it to you. 'when you think you making another video wit someone?' he asked sitting across from you. taking a hit of the blunt and inhaling before answering 'I don't know I gotta find someone to film with' talking another hit of the blunt before handing it back.
watching his lips as he inhales the smoke, licking his lips after exhales. letting your eye drop to his adams apple as he speaks 'why you keep doing this?' he aks with a smile, bringing your eyes back to his face 'doing what?' you question licking your lips. rising from his chair taking another hit as he walks to stand infront of you.
blowing the smoke into your face before asking 'why won't you fuck me' taking his free hand and tucking your hair behind your ear before gripping your chin and titling your head up. bringing the blunt to your lips as you inhale. you bring your legs down and squeeze your thighs together as you feel your pussy getting wet. 'keep going' he speaks encouraging you to take a big hit before stepping back and putting the blunt out in the ashtray.
your eyes low and slightly teary from the hit you just took you watch him as him moves. following him like a lost puppy as he walks into your house on a mission. 'what are you doing?'you question your a little dazed trying not to focus on your need to cum. like the strongest need youve ever felt, all from a touch and some words.
he walks into your room as you sit on the couch. you can hear him moving around, but you stay put until there's silence. he finally exits your room before speaking 'can I fuck you?' he bluntly asks making your jaw drop. standing in front of you '(y/n) I'm so serious I've wanted to fuck you since I se-' he starts before you cut him off 'yes'.
a beat of silence passes before your in his arms lips on his. one of his hands hosting you up while the other grips your hair. one of yours rests on the back of his neck while the other cupped his face.
grinding your pussy into him to get and friction he makes his way to your bed room.
tossing you onto the bed making you whine at the loss of contact he turns his back to you grabbing something.
'Dominic what ar-' you get cut of by him shushing you as he turned around revealing your camera. 'smile baby' he says. to which you happily comply. you absolutely adored being on camera whether it was posted or not. 'aw look at that the cameras on and the slut is comming out' he says laughing.
'get undressed for the camera' he tells you getting closer as you pull your tank top over your head letting your tits out. squeezing them as you made eye contact with Dominic 'aw that's so pretty baby'. you can feel your pussy dripping as you let go of your tits and sit on your knees pulling your shorts down and off leaving you in your underwear.
Dominic's finally infront lf you getting a good shot of your boobs as he gropes them with his free hand. 'fuck baby you make me so hard' he says moving the camera up to your face. you haven't even been fucked yet and you look like your sex drunk already 'fuck me daddy' you say as you take his hand off your boob and pulling it down to underwear letting him feel just got wet you are.
Dominic lets out a groan and a 'fuck' before taking his hand out and walking into your closet.
he comes back with the tripod and sets up the camera facing your bed.
coming over to you he takes his shirt off throwing it somewhere before stepping out of his jeans you lay on your back raising your legs to take off your underwear Dominic following suit.
he was hard as fuck and he has such a pretty cock. gripping the base as he lazyly strocked his cock looking into your eyes 'how you want me to fuck your first baby?' he asked grinning widely as you let out a whimper.
flipping yourself over to lay on your stomach and pushing your ass up and towards him before looking back 'is this okay?' you questioned...
gripping your ass with one hand looking down at you. he thought you looked so beautiful ass up, one arm stretched gripping the sheet your other lazyly played with your clit as he rand the tip or his dick between your folds.
tapping your hand on your clit with the tip of his dick. 'ask me to fuck you' he demanded.
'fuck me Dominic' you moan out.
stepping back, grabbing the camera. recording you laid out for him before re taking his position.
getting shots of him dragging his fingers through your pussy collecting your juices before turning the camera to face him and sucking you off of his fingers.
facing the camera back to you before he spoke 'put me in you baby' he said making you whimper grasping his cock from under you and guiding him to your entrance desperatly trying you put him in 'so big daddy' you whine.
Dominic puts the camera on his shoulder and pushs your hand out the way. your about to say something he grips the base of his cock and rams into you.
'FUCKKK' you moan out. feeling him so deep in you as you grind your hips back. 'God baby' tossing the camera onto the bed Dominic grabs your arms bring your back to his cheast.
slowly grinding into you 'dom the.. camera' you breath out as he slowly fucks into you. 'what about it?' he questions bringing one hand to your neck. 'it..fuck.' you moan out as he brings his other hand to your clit. 'i-it cant-t see us' you barley get out as he speeds up his thrusting.
'it was never recording' he says before heavily picking up his pace fucking deep into you. reaching places you've never been touched before.
you can hear Dominic's moans and even him whimpering behind you.
'fuckkkkkk' you moan out.
feeling the pressure building in you about to snap 'dom- fuck.. im gonna cum' you manage to whisper as he pounds into you from behind.
ypu doubt he heard you. with how loud the sounds from how hard he's thrusting combined woth the sloshing sound from how wet ypur pussy is. not even to mention Dominic's moaning.
'can I cum in you baby?'he questions picking up his pace. 'yes daddy please' you scream feeling the cord in you snap.
vision going white you come to, hearing Dominic talk.
opening up your eyes you see the camera in his hands.
'we gotta film the next one baby'
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If the face fits
Jily meet cute! ....well, this might be a meet ugly, but it's all I can think of. Based on a video I saw a while back, and I'll try to post it if I find it again.
NSFW below the cut.
Lily hates the first day at a new gym.Â
Trying out a new gym is always a bit uncomfortable. There are rules and expectations that are common across every gym, of course, but each one has its own culture that you really canât know until you walk in the door. What is the flow around the equipment? What is the acceptable time on a machine? Where is the best vantage point to check out the gym hotties?
Lily despises walking in without knowing what to expect, but she and Mary moved to this city a month ago, and running outside is only going to get her by for so long. She needs some actual gym equipment. So, sheâs braving gym visits.Â
This one, Marauders Fitness (âWe solemnly swear to get you swole!â) caught her eye. Itâs run by four guys, each of whom are sexy in that sweaty-abs-on-display sort of way, if youâre someone who is into that sort of thing. (Lily⌠Lily was into that sort of thing). They offered a three-day visit pass, and this is Lilyâs first day.Â
She is already feeling the distinct exhaustion in her underused muscle, knowing that sheâll be deliciously sore tomorrow. All she needs is to lift some weights, and sheâll be done.Â
She pulls out her phone to text Mary, who is stuck at work, as she sits down on the weight bench. Only, she doesnât actually sit on the bench.Â
Lily turns to look and jumps up again, just in time to see a guy with messy hair sit up from where he had laid down on the bench. âOh, oh my god. Iâm soââÂ
She turns and runs. Thereâs really no other solution now, right? As much as she liked this gym, she can never, ever return. She honestly debates leaving her bag in the locker room, until she realizes her keys are in there, and she doubles back for it.Â
âHey, wait a minute!âÂ
She turns to see Mr. Messy Hair coming after her, jogging to catch up. âNope, sorry. I have, um, an urgent appointment somewhere else. Across town. I have to go.âÂ
âYou canât go yet,â he says, walking beside her as she continues toward the locker room.Â
âYes, I can. Canât be helped, must go.â She tries to walk a little faster, but this guy is tall and his long legs take big strides.Â
âWell, before you run out, at least give me your name and number.â He looks down at her with a smirk, and she pretends it doesnât make her stomach swoop. âYou wouldnât just sit on my face and run, would you?â
Lily groans. âYou did not just use that line.âÂ
He laughs, and itâs such a full, happy sound. âItâs terrible, I know, but you canât blame me. Itâs like a once in a lifetime kind of a line.âÂ
âListen, about that, Iâm really sorryââÂ
âNOPE!â He smiles as he cuts her off. âYou donât get to apologize for that. I think we were both a little at fault for that one, so if you apologize, Iâm going to have to apologize, then youâll think you have to apologize, and weâll be stuck in a playback loop.âÂ
Lily scoffs. âMaybe, but only one of us sat on the otherâs face.âÂ
âYouâre really going to make me say it, arenât you?â He crosses his arms over his chest, a playful tug to his lips.Â
âSay what?â
He leans in, like heâs sharing a secret. âI really didnât mind it that much.âÂ
Lily feels herself flush. âI really have to go.âÂ
âNo, come on. You didnât even finish your workout!â He gestures back at the gym. âWhy donât you finish? I can help if you want.â
She narrows her eyes at him. âWas that another double entendre?âÂ
His eyes go wide. âNo. I mean, not intentionally. I just meantââ He sighs. âAt least tell me youâll come back?âÂ
Lily laughs, and thereâs a hysterical note to it. âNo, absolutely not.âÂ
âWhat if I throw in free personal trainer services?âÂ
She glares at him. âDo these services involve you laying on my weight bench?â
âNo, I promise.â He waves over her shoulder. âIâll even set it up with Sirius so you donât have to deal with me.âÂ
She looks over her shoulder at three guys who are still standing by The Weight Bench (an incident like that deserves a Proper Title), grinning like they enjoy watching this train wreck. One of themâSirius, presumablyâwaves back.
Itâs only then that the realization lands hard in her stomach. Sheâs seen this guy before. All of them. âOh my god. Youâre the owner?â She walks past him, a bit in a daze. âI just sat on the gym ownerâs face.âÂ
âIt was a new experience for me, too.â He follows her as she walks back toward the locker room. âIâm James, by the way.âÂ
âLily,â she says, but sheâs hardly paying attention.Â
âAre you still going to leave, Lily?â
A hysterical bubble of laughter pops out. âI should. I should move all the way back to my parentsâ house and climb under my Barbie blanket and just give up.âÂ
âYou could,â James says. âOr thereâs another option andâI might be a bit biased, but I think itâs a better option.âÂ
âWhatâs that?â she asks, turning to face him.Â
âGo on a date with me?â Heâs really very cute when he smiles, glasses a little lopsided (that might be her fault) and a crooked grin. He holds his hands up in surrender. âFace sitting optional.âÂ
Lily laughs. She canât help it; itâs just the most ridiculous thing to ever happen in her life. She holds up a finger. âOne condition.âÂ
âAnything,â he says.Â
âPlease stop mentioning face sitting.âÂ
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Jason todd/Red Hood x reader
Awww anon this is a very cute request, If it's alright with you, could I do the bat family ??. On another note, I did some research and asked people as well. But if there's anything incorrect please don't hesitate to let me know. :D. Word count:681
Jason and you were best friends when you two were just kids. The two were inseparable and told each other everything and wouldn't judge. He was the first person you told when you decided to come out as transgender to him.
"Jason... I'm transgender, I've always felt like a woman all my life and I always will" You looked down, almost ready for the questions.
Jason just simply smiled and wrapped his arms around you and held you thightly.
"It's ok y/n, I'm so happy you trusted me with this, I'll support you no matter what"
You smiled up at him as happy tears swelled up. "Thank you"
He supported you every step of the way, helping you look out for clothes that made you feel like you, helping you with your hair and everything.
It was until about high school when you came up to him, a little sad.
"Jason... I'm leaving Gotham City"
"What... Why ??" he looked at you sadly.
"My parents are moving to Metro City for their work. Plus I can be able to start hormone replacement there as well. Jason, when I'm finished with school, I promise I'll come back to Gotham City, I promise." You held out your pinkie finger.
He wrapped his pinkie around yours, You two would meet again later in this life, that's a promise.
And 12 years later, You kept your promise.
You proudly fully transitioned into a transgender woman, You have never been so happy in your life, you were now you. You were also excited to see Jason.
You kept in contact with him and asked to meet up with him at the local cafe for coffee.
He was so excited to see you again, And when he saw you for the first time in 12 years, His smile so wide.
"Y/n !!" He rushed and hugged you.
"Jason !!" You hugged him tight
He then pulled out of it and saw your amazing transformation.
"You're you now !!" He smiled brightly
"I'm me !!!" you giggled as you felt so happy.
"I'm so proud of you y/n, You look amazing"
"I know, I feel amazing too" You smiled looking at yourself again.
You then caught up on what's been happening in your life, and showed him your subdermal patch.
"So this patch, even though it's used for contraceptive methods, It's also a hormone blocker, so I have no testosterone circulating in my system. it also helps my voice from dropping too" You smiled proudly.
"That's amazing y/n" He smiled brightly.
"So how's things with you ??" You smiled
"Things have been going okay, Same old Gotham. So nothing surprising" He chuckled.
"Yeah true, Not much has changed from what I gathered" You giggled.
"Hey can I ask you something Y/n ??"
"What's up ??"
"I was wondering If you wanted to meet my family ??" He smiled softly.
"I'd love to" You smiled back.
"Come on"
He then brought you back to the Wayne residence and introduced you to the others.
"Guys, this is y/n, The one who I talk about"
The others came over introduce themselves.
"Hi, I'm Barbara" She smiled as she shook your hand.
"I'm Tim" He waved shyly
"The name's Dick, NIce to meet you" He shook your hand.
As you shook his hand, He saw the patch on your arm.
"I can see you two are taking care of yourselves" He smirked and winked.
Jason froze and blushed deeply, causing you to giggle and pat his shoulder.
"Oh no, I'm transgender actually" You smiled softly at dick, who gasped softly and quickly apologized to the two of you.
"It's ok, It's no big deal" You chuckled "Some people make that mistake a fair bit"
"And plus were just friends dick !!" He turned to him, making you giggle.
You really saw him as your protective older brother and to him you were his sweet sister. You loved his family. They were all funny and sweet towards you. Jason was glad to have you back in Gotham City. His Sister from another mother.
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The Mafia Boss ~ Chapter five
Y/n's POV
Its been a week since Jay visited me at work. He's not returned since. Lia came back from her break and after getting a bit of girl advice, a self talk and long hard thinking, I decided to text Jay.
Y/n:Â Hey its Y/n. So about that catch up?
Jay:Â Hey, you've thought about coming over? Or are you texting me to say your done with us all?
Y/n:Â I want to come say hi, on one condition.
Jay:Â That is?
Y/n:Â Sunghoon's not around, I don't even want him in the house. I get all of you heading out at once would look strange so can you make a plan? I'll drive over now, be there in twenty.
Jay:Â Deal. See you then.
After getting Jay's reply, I put my phone in my pocket, slip on a jacket and grab my car keys. I sit in my car for a moment. I start the engine and begin driving. I don't need to try and remember, the route to the house a map in my mind. I did live there for nearly three years. As its late, there is a bit of traffic, people heading home, some heading out for a good time. The city never sleeps.
After twenty minutes of driving, I pull up at the familiar set of black, iron gates. The large, golden letter E shining bright. As I pull up, I go to press the buzzer but the gates open before I could. I drive up the long driveway and park outside the big mansion. I see a few cars and motorbikes parked up.
I get out my car, walking up the grand steps and knock on the door. A few minutes go by before the door opens and I see Niki, standing tall, dark locks falling over his eyes and just like Jay, dark ink littering his soft skin.
"N-N-Noona. C-C-Come in!" He calls, a surprised look on his face.
"Thanks, Niki. Didn't Jay tell you I was coming over?" I ask, stepping into the house.
Niki shuts the door and offers to take my jacket. I smile, letting him take it off. One thing I was always proud of is how much of a gentleman he and the others became.
"No, he told us boss had to head out for a meeting, but nothing else." He answers. I nod, happy Jay sent Sunghoon out. I'm not ready to see him.
As Niki and I walk into the living room, I hear the loud laughter I remember. We walk in and I see the others sitting around and when I see them like this, they just look like a bunch of happy young adults and teenagers. You forget for a moment they kill for a living.
"Hey you made it! Nice surprise isn't it, Niki?" Jay calls, hopping up from his seat, coming over to greet me in a hug. The others all look over in shock.
"Hi guys. Bea." I said, giving them a wave.
''Defiantly a surprise.'' Niki said, giving me a smile.
"Is this why Hoon's out?" Heeseung questions.
"Yeah, so if he comes back in a bad mood, send him my way." Jay answers.
They all nod. As I look at each of the guys, I see they have all grown taller, their cute baby faces slightly gone, all of them looking more mature and as the same as Jay and Niki, tattoos covering their skin. When I look at Beatrix I see she's also got a few more tattoos, plus her natural hair colour now dyed a lilac colour. One thing I notice is the guys look much darker, while Beatrix is still her bright self, most probably keeping the guys sane.
"So Noona, its lovely to see you, but how come you've visited now?" Jungwon asks as I take a seat.
"Jay came to where I work last week. Suggested I come visit. I agreed if Sunghoon wasn't here." I answer.
"You missed us?" Beatrix asks, smiling wide at me, the dimples on her cheeks showing.
"Honesty I did, Bea. All of you in this room I've missed." I answer, making them smile.
"Well, we have a good hour before Hoon comes home, lets have a catch up shall we?" Jake suggests.
I smile and nod, hoping Sunghoon doesn't find out. I won't know how to feel or react if I see him.
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in the cover of darkness
pairing: damian priest x reader
summary: you didn't know what to expect from your first time with damian, but you knew you wouldn't regret it.
warnings: smut
Your heart raced as you watched Damian walk towards the ring with Edge. Rhea stood in front of your body, which looked pretty battered and bruised from your match. They were there to recruit Rhea, and maybe, if the storyline worked, they'd come back for you a couple weeks later. There was no real feud or heat between you and Rhea other than you both wanted a chance at the Raw Women's Championship, but so did every other woman on the roster. Damian looked down at you, planting the seed for you to join them later on, but more importantly, reminding you of your date after the show.
"I think she's ready now. Come with us," Edge said before turning on his feet. It wasn't a lot, but the pop with the crowd was insane. Rhea walked backstage in between Edge and Damian, who shot you a wink when he looked back at you. You did your best to ignore the fluttering in your chest and stomach as you got out of the ring. Since it was a commercial break, you took your time getting backstage, taking pictures and signing things for some fans. When you finally arrived backstage, Damian was waiting for you.
"You keep looking at me out there and someone will figure us out," you teased. It was no secret backstage that you and Damian had been seeing each other. Rhea knew, which was why she had been so eager to take the opportunity to face you a few times before joining up with the new stable. The two of you hadn't worked together much before, and she believed that you'd be hanging out a lot with your relationship with Damian.
"I can't help but stare at you. No matter where we are, my eyes always drift to you." Damian leaned down and kissed you. You kissed him back, but broke it before things escalated too much. "Tonight, maybe."
"It doesn't have to be tonight if you don't want it to be. I know how hard these sorts of things can be. I know what you've been through," Damian said. You kissed his cheek and walked back to the locker room. You wanted this more than you could put into words. Sex had never really been positive for you before, but Damian assured you that it wouldn't change things too much in your relationship. He had invested nearly six months with you already, so you felt that you could trust him.
"Look at that lovestruck idiot," Rhea teased as she caught up with you. You glanced back at Damian, who was talking with Riddle about something. There was a smile on his face that made warmth spread all over your body from your heart. "He's telling Riddle about you by the way. He only smiles like that when he talks about you, it's kind of pathetic in a cute way."
"What a way with words," you teased. Rhea nudged you lightly with her shoulder, knowing that if she left any more bruises on you, Damian would kick her ass. "You put me through the ringer back there."
"And you're gonna return it tenfold when you turn on the stable," Rhea predicted. You shrugged it off, but you knew it was true. The two of you went to the showers and then changed before meeting Damian by the parking lots. "You guys have a good night, don't get into trouble."
"I'll keep a good eye on her," Damian promised. You rolled your eyes at the implication that of the two of you, you'd be the troublemaker. Damian had, on multiple occasions, gotten the two of you almost kicked out of places for being a bit rowdy. "Can I take that for you?"
"Yes, you can," you said as you handed Damian your duffel bag. He carried it out to the waiting rental car. It was an offroad vehicle, unlike most of the rentals the two of you got. You were going to ask why, but once the two of you were out of the city, your question was answered. He drove you out into the middle of nowhere, where a little campsite was set up. "It's beautiful out here."
"You always talk about the stars, I thought maybe tonight we could actually see some of them," Damian said as he started up a campfire. You sat down on a sleeping bag and stared up at the sky. Damian joined you and for the next hour or so, you showed him every constellation that you could in the sky. "You know, you could have been an astronaut."
"But then I wouldn't have met you," you pointed out. Damian quirked an eyebrow at you, as if he didn't believe you'd rather be with him than in space. "Yeah, I could have been the first woman on Mars, but that'd be lonely. With you, I never have to feel alone again."
"You say stuff like that and wonder why I'm so in love with you," Damian muttered under his breath. You pretended not to hear that as he sat up and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. Your skin flushed with heat as he slowly inched closer to you until you could feel his breath on your lips.
"Kiss me." You barely finished your sentence before Damian's lips were on yours. He kept his hands by his side as he kissed you, but you cradled his face. Things stayed fairly calm until you let out a soft sigh. Damian surged forward a little, knocking you onto your back, before backing up just a bit. You still had your hands on his face, intent on not letting him get too far away from you. "It's okay Damian, I want this. I'm ready, we're ready."
"I wanted our first time to be special. It should be somewhere nicer than this," Damian said shamefully. You sat up a little bit and leaned your forehead against his.
"This is perfect. You set all of this up for me, it's insanely romantic. This is better than any hotel room you could have booked us," you told him. Damian took you at your word, that this was perfect in your mind. He wasn't going to argue with you, especially not when you sounded so certain about it. There was always beauty in things that you saw which most people missed. "Now, if you're willing, I'd like another kiss."
"I'll give you whatever you want. I always will," Damian promised. You were content with just another kiss from him, despite knowing he really would do anything for you. With Damian, the world was yours. And so, you wanted to be his for the night. Well, you hoped for many more nights, as many nights as you had left, but tonight was a good starting place.
You had always known Damian's hands were strong, but his calloused hands felt different on your skin than in your own hands. He took his time to learn all of the spots on your body where a simple touch would earn a deep shiver or surprised moan. Still, he didn't linger in any place for too long, eager to get to the next little area of skin he had yet to explore. Following his hands was his mouth, which placed kisses all over your body.
"You're gorgeous," Damian whispered as he laid final kisses on your hip bones. After that, he would find himself in between your legs. You were nervous, but excited. Damian would take good care of you, and you knew that, but it didn't sate your nerves much.
"You can't even see me it's so dark," you laughed nervously.
"I can see enough with the stars and the fire. I can see the little twinkle in your eyes when you look down at me. I can see the way you bite your lip when I linger in one place too long. I can see you." Damian's words were still echoing in your head as he ducked his own down in between your legs.
All of the attention he'd been giving you had worked you up quite a bit. You were soaked, but that didn't stop him from eating you out. A part of you was nervous that afterwards you wouldn't have enough energy for more, but Damian took things slowly with you. Each flick and stride of his tongue getting you closer and closer to the edge. You didn't fall over, so much as you floated down. There was no crash or haze, but rather a new hunger ignited in the pit of your stomach to experience Damian completely.
He was more than happy to comply. Even then, things moved slowly. He didn't rush anything with you, and when you found yourself cumming for a second time that night, Damian held you in his arms as he finished himself off. You wondered how much of what he had told you about the fire and stars being enough light because you quickly realized how dark it really was where the two of you had set up camp. At least with Damian there, you knew you'd be safe.
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hi!!!! can i request some soulmate hcs with bain sokol dallas and houston?? thank youu
Omg hiiii thanks for the request!!
Ofc! I've never written soulmate stuff! hopefully, this is good! some may be longer than others but I'm trying lol
Prompt: Soulmate Hcs stuff with Bain, Dallas, Sokol, and Houston!
H/N = heister name
Dallas-Any scar your soulmate gets you have as well/you can feel their pain, and vice versa!
You find it weird how you always get scars that appear to be from some kind of puncture
however, you meet Dallas during a heist, which is odd
you're tied up, absolutely terrified until you see him get shot in the shoulder, and then you feel a searing pain in your shoulder
you bite at your bottom lip and look at your shoulder, and boom, fresh scar
it was a shock to you, to the point that you gasped, unintentionally getting Dallas' attention
He stares at you, and you're trying to keep quiet, but staring at this man felt weird now knowing that he could, maybe (100%) be your soulmate
He stares at you too, seeing the freshly formed scar on your shoulder
he casually drags you to a different room and tells you to 'stay there' before he leaves
you wait for what feels like hours, listening to gunshots and watching swat guys get tossed around by ragdolls
It freaked you out watching him and the 3 other men kicking the cop's asses for what appeared to be fun
eventually, after the heist, they leave
later you were in a coffee shop, getting a coffee before you get back to work
he ends up finding you and introducing himself, you're freaked out because he's a bank robber, but why is he hot?
he explains everything and eventually, asks you out
and like an idiot, you say yes
Houston- any marking (not scars) you have will show up on your soulmate (including eyeliner)
You look down at your arm, several little doodles on your arm mostly including flowers and skulls
that's when 4 dudes run into the jewelry store you worked at, one had small faded drawings of flowers around his wrist
you duck down when one of them breaks the glass in front of you, snatching the rings and necklaces in there
one of them looks down at you and smirks "oi fucker! get over here! guess what I found" the man with the faded drawings on his wrists walks over and stares at your arm, he stays quiet
you end up getting tied up and hidden away in an office, you had no idea why
the cops kept hearing about another hostage, but they can't find you, you're nowhere to be found
the heist seems to drag on for hours
watching all the death from a window, hidden away from the cops and other hostages
he eventually drags you out of the store and unties you, saying "you should leave, I need to talk to you, but I'll find you later" you simply nod and leave
later, he walks into the gas station you were getting snacks from and taps your shoulder
after you pay for your snacks you both walk outside and sit on a bench outside
he'll answer any question you have and even shows you the rest of the drawings that showed up on him
he seemed anxious, he was anxious, you thought it was cute
he'll ask you to hang out later
you said yes
Sokol- you have a tattoo on your wrist of the song you're listening to when you meet your soulmate
you were on an early morning run, it was about 5:30 AM
you were silently jamming out to a random song that was playing in the background
you enter the park area of the small city you lived in
and then you slam full speed into another person
you flop down onto the pavement beneath you
the man immediately starts apologizing while trying to pull you up
then you see the tattoo on his wrist, and he sees the one on yours
both were the same, it was weird, what were the odds?
then he stands up straight, kind of asking questions about the tattoo, when he finds out you were born with it, he smiles
he explains the old stories about soulmates and the tattoo story
he seems to be putting on the confidence hard, and it's working-
you look up the story too, and it turns out there were so many stories of people who it turned out to be true for
he stares at you while you do so
he finally asks if you'd like to get coffee before he goes to work
you say yes
the date turned out to be great! you guys end up scheduling another date for the weekend
Bain- Your soulmate's first words to you are tattooed on your skin from birth
you had just joined the payday gang
it was strange because according to the man that came to get you, you would be getting a call from the man that runs the gang later that night
you spend all day in the safe house, meeting people, and no one said exactly what was tattooed on your wrist
the tattoo said 'welcome to the payday gang (H/N)! now this conversation will be one way, I figured I'll tell you this, tomorrow you will have a solo job, so prepare for that'
you enjoy your first day, talking to everyone, everyone seemed friendly, and there were only 2 people you didn't like (Ethan and Hila) and almost everyone seems excited to have someone new in the gang
later that night, before you went to sleep you got a random phone call from a blocked number
the first thing the man said to you was "welcome to the payday gang (H/N)! now this conversation will be one way, I figured I'll tell you this, tomorrow you will have a solo job, so prepare for that"
you immediately said "wait..." out loud and looked down at your wrist you then mumbled "how is it the same..?"
this immediately tipped him off and he just stayed quiet until you sighed "you uhh just said exactly what my tattoo says"
you swear you heard his headphones slam against something when he looked down at his wrist
you heard him mumble "holy fuck" to himself before he grabs his headphones and says out loud "how the hell did you know exactly what my tattoo said?"
you smile softly and jokingly say "maybe we're soulmates?"
he chuckles softly "maybe we are"
the next day, while on the solo heist you both just kind of, flirted back and forth
that became both of your little thing, you both just keep flirting until the man just finally tells you he likes you, Hoxton's response? "fucking finally"
worked my ass off on this one, but i love it
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Jingjing đ.
A-Qing is in Jingjing imperial city looking for xue yang, but she got into an argument with a vendor, for stealing a steamed bun.
Aqing: I wonder where's xue yang. I know that he's living with his bestie, Jin guangyao.
What did he say jin guangyao was? An official? A hulijing? An emperor? I can't remember. Maybe because I'm hungry.
Gege, can I have a steamed bun.
X: here you go. Hot and fresh.
X: hey you didn't pay for that?!
A-qing: pay for what?
X: the steamed bun.
A-Qing: do I look like I have a job?
Do I look like an enter penair?
X: you mean entrepreneur?
A-qing: oh you think you're smart. Wait till I beat you with my stick!
X: I would like to see you try!
Anyways, you don't look like a hulijing! Are you a threat!
A-qing: no! But your face look like a threat!
*holds the bun in her mouth and ran off with it.*
X: hey! At least pay for it!!! *running after her* guys help me!
Angry mob: *starts chasing her*
A-qing: you'll never take me alive!!!!
On the other side, Rusong and his entourage were in town.
Dianxia, did you and Huangdi enjoy the theatre performance?
Rusong: definitely. It was really flawless and well put together.
Does Huangdi have any other projects?
Rusong: yes, Huangdi is working on some new ones.
He's planning on opening some new shelters and homes for homeless citizens.
I'm also in on it.
But there's always more projects to come.
It was all discussed in the court.
Someone: *hands him a flower*
Rusong: thank you.
Random child: what's your name, Dianxia?
Rusong: Rusong. *smile*
Our mischievous little Dianxia. Where's your caravan?
Rusong: we parked it over on the next street.
I think I should stretch my legs, and talk to you.
Awww.
You have the same interests as Huangdi.
A-qing: *runs and bumps into Rusong*
Rusong: careful.
A-qing: *hides behind him* hide me!
X: *running with the mob* how dare you hide behind Dianxia!
A-qing: *looks up* Dianxia??
Rusong: stop!
Mob: *kneels* yes Dianxia.
X: she refused to pay for the food!
That's stealing!
Rusong: it's fine. Don't fuss.
I'll pay for the food.
X: but you're Dianxia.
Rusong: but I'm hospitable too.
Here's the money.
X: I can't take money from you. That's a disrespect. Ok Dianxia, she can take it free of charge!
Rusong: well, ok then.
.
A-qing: thank you rich gege.
Rusong: no problem. Come let's get out from the middle of the street.
You guys, wait for me near the caravan.
Entourage: yes Dianxia.
A-qing: woww.
Rusong: what?
A-qing: they obey you a lot. I could imagine how it would be like. But do you feel annoyed or strange?
Rusong: *laughing slightly* of course not. I'm used to it.
A-qing: if you ask them to dance for you, would they?
Rusong: haha, maybe. But I haven't asked them that.
A-qing: you're awesome rich gege!
Anyways!
*eating* I was really hungry.
Mff....mmm.. thank you for paying for me, rich gege!
Rusong: *smile*
A-qing: why are you smiling? do you want some?
Rusong: no, I just admire your vibrance. Where are you from?
A-qing: yi city.
Rusong: ohhh, yi city! So you must know uncle muffin. I mean xue yang. Also I've heard that you were coming to visit.
A-qing: yea, i came to visit him. He's my guardian along with white gege.. He is living with Jin guangyao somewhere here. I don't know for sure.
Rusong: Jin guangyao is my dad. And he's the emperor of Hulijings.
A-qing: ohhhhhhhhhh. That's why you're rich and your dialect is sophisticated.
Rusong: *teasing* only my dialect?
A-qing: appearance posture and body language too. I thought you were only rich and sophisticated. But you turned out to be an emperor's son, lol.
Now what's your full name, rich gege?
Rusong: Rusong, the hulijing prince.
*wink*
A-qing: did you just wink at me! Or is there something in your eye.
Rusong: I'm trying to make a signature intro.
A-qing: *rolls eyes* trying to be cute.
Well I'm A-qing.
Rusong: nice to meet you, A-qing.
So shall we leave?
A-qing: what do you want with me? Are you going to drag me in an inn and kiss me! I should have known! You seductive little hulijing. I don't want to be a concubine. But to tell you the truth, you're kinda hot.
Rusong: Madam, I mean, shall we go to my residence, Jing Manor. You'll get to meet xue yang.
A-qing: oh....sorry....my bad.
Rusong: shall we?
A-qing: nah. Maybe tomorrow. I have already caused trouble with you in public.
Rusong: it's ok.
Well if you wish to come tomorrow, I'll send a caravan for you.
A-qing: no! I will walk. That's not necessary. And maybe I have to pay you back.
Rusong: why would I charge a guest, A-qing. You're maybe staying in the nearby inn right? The caravan will pick you up there.
A-qing: mmm ok. I don't want to refuse you, as you're Dianxia.
Rusong: we're friends now. No need to br formal!
*A-qing's fox shaped hairpin suddenly falls from her hair*
A-qing: oh! *bends*
Rusong: wait. Let me.
*picks it up* ah. Such a beautiful design.
And what a coincidence.
A-qing: yea, I always wear this. I only own two hairpins.
Rusong: I'll be honoured to gift you with hairpins some time. Since that you're a guest.
A-qing: thank you so much! I would like that! (Eeeeee, rich gege is so sweet)
Rusong: may I?
A-qing: may you do what?
Rusong: put this back in your hair.
A-Qing: sure, rich gege!
Rusong: *places it in* there you go.
A-qing: *heart racing*
Rusong: *smile*
See you soon then.
A-qing: yea! Bye Dianxia.
A-qing: this Dianxia is very down to earth and friendly. *smile* and his little dimples are so cute.
I wonder if I should be something for him, to thank him for his gratitude.
A-qing: No! A-qing doesn't buy anything for anyone!
Hmm, maybe Dianxia can be an exception.
Now what do you buy a Dianxia?????
Rusong: *in his caravan* (A-qing.) *smiling*
Rong: Dianxia, she was so inappropriate bumping into you like that. You're not a normal citizen.
Rusong: don't fuss. It was an accident.
Rong: yes Dianxia.
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Next day...
Yao: *sitting in his imperial court with team D.*
Xiying: *entering* Huangdi. Miss Qing is here.
Yao: lovely.
Xue yang: *laughing* oh gosh, Miss Qing??
Yao: mhm.
A-qing: *running in* Jiggy!!!!!! Hiiii!!!
Su she: *glaring*
Yao: A-qing! How are you?
A-qing: I'm good! Sorry, I almost fought with your guards.
It wasn't my fault, I swear. I just asked them to show me their fox tail but they refused.
Yao: *laughing* it's fine, it's fine. You're so witty just like Chengmei.
A-qing: yea, but he's more of an idiot.
Xue yang: hey!! Is that a way to speak to your guardian who popped you out!
A-qing: popped me out of f𤏠where? Don't let me beat you with my stick!
Xue yang: fight me!
Su she: *laughing nervously* miss Qing, please remember you're in front of Huangdi.
Xue yang: Qingqing, he's just a simp. Don't beat him.
Mo xuanyu: hi, I'm a simp too.
We're Team Dimple.
Because Yao gege has dimples.
A-qing: ahh, that's where Rusong got his dimples from. It's from Jiggy.
Yao: you met my Song'er? *smile*
How didn't he tell me.
Rusong: *enters* hey, you?!
A-qing: you! Little dimples!
Rusong: nice to meet you again.
Mo xuanyu: awwww.
Yao: oh so you two had met! How marvelous.
A-qing: he saved me from some evil vendors. Jiggy, I believe I should decide if I should pay or not. It's my money at the end of the day. Am I right!
Yao: A-qing, many people work very hard to earn a living. I think we should be considerate and pay them.
A-Qing: hmpf! Ok Jiggy.
Xue yang: keep causing trouble!
A-qing: just like you. Are you done seducing the emperor yet?....cutesleeve?
Xue yang: what did you just call me???!!
Mo xuanyu: ahahahhahaha. A-qing, we can totally hang out. I'll teach you how to use makeup. My name is mo xuanyu.
A-qing: mo xuanyu! That's a nice name! Makeup? Isn't that only used by seductive women? You know. The girls who wants the guy's attention.
Mo xuanyu: *cries* no!!!!! Makeup is an art form!
A-qing; ah. I haven't worn it before. Ok, maybe only lipgloss.
Rusong: A-Die, when I met her in the city, I insisted on carrying her to Jing Manor. But she refused.
Yao: oh.
A-qing: I didn't want to cause any problems, because I'm well behaved.
Xue yang: since when?
A-Qing: I turned over a new leaf.
Xue yang: in front of Rusong?
Aqing: no!
Rusong: *blushing a little*
A-qing: xue yang, do you have any candy. I'm hungry.
Xue yang: here you go, kid.
A-qing: mm delicious as always!
Xue yang:. Obviously. I'm xue yang.
A-qing: Rusong. Look! A sachet.
Rusong: aww. It's beautiful. You really didn't need to get me anything. Why should you gift the host.
A-qing: Dianxiaaaaa. Relax. Do you want it or not!
Mo xuanyu: aren't they cute?!
Su she: these two are really adorable. And little Dianxia, omg I want to pinch him.
Mo xuanyu: same.
Xue yang: yea for real. And A-qing never buys anything for anyone. This is astonishing.
Did she get hooked by a hulijing.
A-Qing: Rich gege, you can put your princey things in here. Like your coins, taels. Rings?? A foldable sword I don't know what princes collect.
It has a cute little embroidered fox on it.
Rusong: waw thank you so much, A-Qing. How do you know about NY foldable sword? Um.. I think I should return the favor. (Finally I got an opportunity to gift A-Qing gifts)
A-Qing: no you don't need to!
Jiggy! Do you want a sachet too??
Yao: aww, I would love one.
A-Qing: heehee, soon I'll buy one for you too!
Mo xuanyu: Qingqing, your room is ready, thanks to Yao gege's hulijings.
A-qing: oh great! I hope I don't get lost in this huge Manor. The place is bigger than Yi city.
Xue yang: stop exaggerating. I won't let you get lost. Let's go.
A-qing: yea let's go, xue yang!
Rusong: *fondly looking at his sachet*
Yao: Song'er.
Rusong: *smiling*
Yao: Song'er.
Su she: is he blushing?
Mo xuanyu: this is my new ship this year.
Rusong: you said something, A-Die?
Yao: *laughs* no. I just saw you dazed.
Rusong: oh, I'm just cherishing my gift.
Yao: Chuan.
Attendant: *running in*
Yao: are her complimentary gifts sent to her room already?
Chuan: yes Huangdi. They're all there. Clothes, some accessories and spending money.
Yao: excellent.
Rusong: can you add hairpins to the gift, on my behalf.
Chuan: sure Dianxia.
Rusong: lean in.
Chuan: tell me.
Ah...yea Dianxia, will do.
Yao: *opens fan in amusement*
Rusong: A-Die, it's just something minor.
Yao: you're just adorable. And your dimples get deeper when you're up to something.
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A-Qing is in Jingjing imperial city looking for xue yang, but she got into an argument with a vendor, for stealing a steamed bun.
Aqing: I wonder where's xue yang. I know that he's living with his bestie, Jin guangyao.
What did he say jin guangyao was? An official? A hulijing? An emperor? I can't remember. Maybe because I'm hungry.
Gege, can I have a steamed bun.
X: here you go. Hot and fresh.
X: hey you didn't pay for that?!
A-qing: pay for what?
X: the steamed bun.
A-Qing: do I look like I have a job?
Do I look like an enter penair?
X: you mean entrepreneur?
A-qing: oh you think you're smart. Wait till I beat you with my stick!
X: I would like to see you try!
Anyways, you don't look like a hulijing! Are you a threat!Â
A-qing: no! But your face look like a threat!
*holds the bun in her mouth and ran off with it.*
X: hey! At least pay for it!!! *running after her* guys help me!
Angry mob: *starts chasing her*Â
A-qing: you'll never take me alive!!!!
On the other side, Rusong and his entourage were in town.
Dianxia, did you and Huangdi enjoy the theatre performance?
Rusong: definitely. It was really flawless and well put together.
Does Huangdi have any other projects?
Rusong: yes, Huangdi is working on some new ones.
He's planning on opening some new shelters and homes for homeless citizens.
I'm also in on it.
But there's always more projects to come.
Someone: *hands him a flower*
Rusong: thank you.
Random child: what's your name, Dianxia?
Rusong: Rusong. *smile*
Our mischievous little Dianxia. Where's your caravan?
Rusong: we parked it over on the next street.
I think I should stretch my legs, and talk to you.
Awww.
You have the same interests as Huangdi.
A-qing: *runs and bumps into Rusong*
Rusong: careful.
A-qing: *hides behind him*Â hide me!
X: *running eith the mob* how dare you hide behind Dianxia!
A-qing: *looks up* Dianxia??
Rusong: stop!
Mob: *kneels* yes Dianxia.
X: she refused to pay for the food!
That's stealing!
Rusong: it's fine. Don't fuss.
I'll pay for the food.
X: but you're Dianxia.
Rusong: but I'm hospitable too.
Here's the money.
X: I can't take money from you. That's a disrespect. Ok Dianxia, she can take it free of charge!
Rusong: well, ok then.
.
A-qing: thank you rich gege.
Rusong: no problem. Come let's get out from the middle of the street.
You guys, wait for me near the caravan.
Entourage: yes Dianxia.
A-qing: woww.
Rusong: what?
A-qing: they obey you a lot. I could imagine how it would be like. But do you feel annoyed or strange?
Rusong: *laughing slightly* of course not. I'm used to it.
A-qing: if you ask them to dance for you, would they?
Rusong: haha, maybe. But I haven't asked them that.
A-qing: you're awesome rich gege!
Anyways!
*eating* I was really hungry.
Mff....mmm.. thank you for paying for me, rich gege!
Rusong: *smile*
A-qing: why are you smiling? do you want some?Â
Rusong: no, I just admire your vibrance. Where are you from?
A-qing: yi city.
Rusong: ohhh, yi city! So you must know uncle muffin. I mean xue yang.
A-qing: yea. He's my guardian along with white gege. I came here to visit hi here. He is living with Jin guangyao somewhere here. I don't know for sure.
Rusong: Jin guangyao is my dad. And he's the emperor of Hulijings.Â
A-qing: ohhhhhhhhhh. Thats why you're rich and your dialect is sophisticated.
Rusong: *teasing* only my dialect?
A-qing: appearance posture and body language too. I thought you were only rich and sophisticated. But you turned out to be an emperor's son, lol.
Now what's your full name, rich gege?
Rusong: Rusong, the hulijing prince.
*wink*
A-qing: did you just wink at me!
Rusong: I'm trying to make a signature intro.
A-qing: *rolls eyes* trying to be cute.
Well I'm A-qing.
Rusong: nice to meet you, A-qing.
So shall we leave?
A-qing: what do you want with me? Are you going to drag me in an inn and kiss me! I should have known! You seductive little hulijing. I don't want to be a concubine. But to tell you the truth, you're kinda hot.
Rusong: Madam, I mean, shall we go to my residence, Jing Manor. You'll get to meet xue yang.
A-qing: oh....sorry....my bad.
Rusong: shall we?
A-qing: nah. Maybe tomorrow. I have already caused trouble with you in public.
Rusong: it's ok.
Well if you wish to come tomorrow, I'll send a caravan for you.
A-qing: no! I will walk. That's not necessary. And maybe I have to pay you back.
Rusong: why would I charge a guest, A-qing. You're maybe staying in the nearby inn right? The caravan will pick you up there.
A-qing: mmm ok. I don't want to refuse you, as you're Dianxia.
Rusong: we're friends now. No need to br formal!
*A-qing's fox shaped hairpin suddenly falls from her hair*
A-qing: oh! *bends*
Rusong: wait. Let me.
*picks it up* ah. Such a beautiful design.
And what a coincidence.
A-qing: yea, I always wear this. I only own two hairpins.
Rusong: I'll be honoured to gift you with hairpins some time. Since that you're a guest.
A-qing: thank you so much! I would like that! (Eeeeee, rich gege is so sweet)
Rusong: may I?
A-qing: may you do what?
Rusong: put this back in your hair.
A-Qing: sure, rich gege!
Rusong: *places it in* there you go.
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Pairing: Changbin Ă Reader
Genre: Smut
Warnings: dom!Changbin, sub!Reader, oral (m receiving), use of Noona, Reader is older by a few years, fingering, idk
Synopsis: Changbin is sick of getting treated like a baby by y/n.
You and Changbin walk around the city, your arms filled with shopping bags, the clear night sky right above you two, the city lights, everything, you loved it. You and Changbin were best friends, you guys work at the same company and you guys live near each other, it was the best. But you being older than Changbin, you would always tease him and always be the first to pick him up, he's never been able to be faster than you. You care for Changbin, a lot, knowing hes younger than you, you would baby him everywhere.
"Hey dont walk so close to the road.." you grab his wrist and pull him closer towards you, "I cant have my precious cutie getting hurt" your words making Changbin glare at you. You noticed his glare and ignored it, your bright smile never going away "come on~ let's go get some ice cream before going home~ my treat"
Changbin sighs softly "Noona, I'm not a child" he pulls his arm away from you a bit, annoyed. You fake a pout "what do you mean? Of course you are~ my little baby binnie" Changbin's face scrunching up in disgust, you coo and squish his cheeks, laughing softly at how cute he looked. Changbin grabs your hands gently and stare at you, your eyes meet his, your smile never leaving your face. "Hurry, before the ice cream shop closes~!" You grab his hand and drag him to the ice cream shop.
Changbin sighs and looks away, staring at the bags on your arms. "Hey I can hold them for you-" he reaches for the bag, you stop him and giggle "Its fine, not heavy at all~ now let's see~ what flavour do you want" your question didnt seem to have an answer, making your attention turn to Changbin. The younger boy stays quiet, annoyed. You smile and go to the counter, ordering ice cream for the both of you. Before you could grab your wallet, Changbin holds out money to the worker behind the counter, paying for the ice creams, his actions making you pout immediately. "Bin, I said I was gonna pay" you punch his tummy, blinking a bit when he doesnt react at all, his rock hard stomach could barely feel it. You huff out of annoyance, "Damn you and those muscles"
Changbin rolls his eyes and grabs the ice creams from the workers, giving you one, watching you burst with happiness immediately, staring at the ice cream with shiny eyes. "Let's go home now~! We have ice cream~~~!" You sing out, holding Changbin's hand and swinging your arms a bit, enjoying the ice cream. Changbin just walks by you, his arm lazily swinging with your energetic one.
As you guys make your way home, you glance over at Changbin and look away, knowing hes mad at you. You let go of Changbin's hand and eat your ice cream, quietly. Once you reach Changbin's house, you stop walking and smile softly at the younger as he just stares at you "Well, I'll see you at work, b-" Changbin cuts you off by grabbing your waist, pulling you in closer, his lips barely away from yours. You jump a bit, not expecting a sudden.. hug? from Changbin? You smile and wrap your arms around his neck "Its rare for you to give me hugs~ I'll be okay on my way home~ have a good night Bin-"
He cuts you off once again.. but this time, by speaking "Why do you always treat me like a child, you're barely older than me and treat me like a toddler.." you squirm a bit when his grip around your waist tightens, his body right against yours, your cheeks turning a soft shade of pink as you feel his muscles "Bin.. that hurts-" "Answer me" his stern cold voice made you freeze up a bit, hes never done this before. "I-I.." you struggle to put your words together, staring straight into Changbin's eyes
"Bin-" "You wouldn't like it if I treated you like a slut? Now would you?" Your eyes widening a bit at his words.. would you like it? You shake your head slightly at your thoughts and gulp "Bin come on.. that's not nice, what did I tell you about swearing" once again, you get no reply.. only Changbin's cold stare. He drags you by your arm into his house, you just let him, not knowing what hes up to, he'll probably just lecture you like always.
Once you guys make it to his living room, he grabs the bags from you and toss them to the ground. You whine "Bin! If those get dirty, I'll-!" Changbin pushes you down to your knees, grabbing your jaw to make you look up at him "you'll do what?" His actions made you freeze up, your face getting warmer and Changbin could feel it. His mouth stretching into a smirk "Noona.. dont tell me.. you like this?" You gulp and immediately shake your head "No! Of course not- it's too hot in here is all!" You look around the room, looking at everything but Changbin.
Changbin scoffs lightly and sits on the couch, his legs spread open "come here.." you purse your lips together before slowly crawling to Changbin "hm? Oo! Let's watch a m-" Changbin grabs your hair and pushes it somewhat close to his crotch, you gasp softly, your eyes landing on the tent in his pants. "Y-Youre too young to be doing this stuff, Bin.." your words making Changbin laugh at you a bit, staring at you as you practically stare at his bulge "Oh be quiet and just suck already." Your eyes widen, "B-Bin your my best fri-" Changbin rolls his eyes "then consider it, helping me hm? You love doing that dont you?" His grip on your hair tightens, guess he really didnt like being treated like a child.
You whimper softly and think about it, he was your best friend, would this night change your relationship in a good or bad way? Would everything go back to normal after this? So many questions and thoughts, you bite your lip as you could only think of the negative outcomes. You look up at Changbin "Bin are you sure-" Changbin's free hand unzips his pants, pulling his hard aching cock out, your eyes widening at how big he was "mhm, now get to work.." you glare at him a bit, wrapping your lips around Changbin's tip as you keep eye contact with Changbin.
Changbin hisses softly at the warmth around his tip, his hand taking most of your hair into his fist, a makeshift pony tail as he stares at you with a smirk. You slowly lower your head, stopping a third onto his cock, he was way too big.. how could this fit your mouth? Changbin snickers softly "Is that all you can take, Noona? Come on, do better.. dont disappoint me.." you shut your eyes and inhale deeply before sinking your head down, the sudden warmth and tightness around Changbin's cock made him toss his head back, pushing your head down all the way, you gagging in response. Changbin arches his back as he let's out a loud moan, your mouth and throat was perfect for him. You dig your nails into his thighs as he starts moving your head, using you like a toy.
You hollow your cheeks, help your little bin the best you can right? You didnt want to admit it but you were enjoying this, being used, being treated like nothing.. but a toy. Changbin bites his lip as he fucks your throat, breathy moans as he stares at you with half lidded eyes. He shuts his eyes "I'm so close, Noona.. your mouth is so perfect.. so perfect," you rub your thighs together in response, you can feel yourself getting wetter and wetter. Changbin pushes your head down all the way, dropping his head back as his hips buck into your throat a few times, his warm liquid filling your throat.
You pull away and gasp, coughing as you cover your mouth, a few tears falling from your eyes, spit covering your chin as you wipe it away with your sleeve "Asshole.. you couldve gone easier" Changbin pants softly and lifts his head, looking at you, staring at your face, his cock slowly hardening once again. You look at his growing cock and gulp "a-again-?" Changbin pulls you onto his lap and chuckles "you're so pretty like that, Noona.. I cant help it"
Changbin reaches behind you, stopping his hand from touching your hips, looking at you in the eyes to make sure it's okay to keep going. You look at Changbin and blush heavily, nodding slightly. Changbin laughs softly at you, basically ripping your clothes off "You are enjoying this.. you dont know how long I've been dreaming of this" he scoffs at you and squeezes your neck slightly. You grip onto his arms and gently tug his sleeve, it's not fair that you're the only one naked. Changbin cocks his eyebrow at you, taking his clothes off, your hand resting on his chest, slowly sliding it down to his abs.
Changbin slides his cock against your clit, groaning softly "you're so wet, Noona.." his fingers teasing your hole before shoving to fingers you. You gasp loudly, gripping onto Changbin's wrist with one hand, his free hand on your jaw, his thumb in your mouth, you sucking on his thumb. He stares at you, curling his fingers into your g-spot, watching the way your thighs shake, your eyes shutting close tight, you trying to keep yourself quiet by sucking on his thumb, he fucking loved it.
You clench your thighs around his hand, whimpering loudly, the way his fingers hit the perfect spots, his fingers thrusting into you at a fast pace "Bin-! Bin please-! Dont stop!" Changbin gulps a bit "And if a do?" You struggle open your eyes, glaring at him "I-I'll- fuck! I'Il-" you smirk a bit, trying not to look fucked out "I-I'll make sure your tiny little cock w-" Changbin pulls his fingers away and slams his hard cock into you, you scream and drag your nails down Changbin's arms. His eyes stay on you, "If it's so tiny, why are you screaming.." you pant softly and try to pull away "y-youre gonna rip my-" Changbin holds your hips down, laughing at you a bit, squeezing your hips as he groans "You're so tight.. Noona.. help me out and start moving hm?"
You growl lightly at him, he was mocking you, "since you're such a baby, I should take control huh" you smirk at him, pushing his buttons. Changbin clenches his jaw and grabs onto your hips, flipping you guys so that you're on all fours. "Wha- wha-" Changbin cuts you off by thrusting roughly into you, your gummy walls clenching down on him. You scream his name and dig your face into the couch, drooling all over it. Changbin grabs your hair and pulls your head back, fucking you with no mercy, his cock hitting your cervix.
You gasp and arch your back, "I'm so close! So close, bin! Keep g- going-" the rest of your words being mumbled out, wow.. hes fucking you dumb, you cant think as you feel your orgasm reaching. Your hands scramble around to find something the grab, Changbin's wraps his hand around your throat, snapping his hips into you. You grab onto his hand, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your legs shaking like crazy. Changbin bites his lip and continues thrusting, trying to reach his orgasm, "You came s-so quickly, did you enjoy it that much, Noona?" He continues teasing you before he grabs your hips, his hips stuttering. "I-Inside, Bin.." your words made him look at you in shock, "Cum- inside me." He doesnt think twice before pushes as deep as he can into you, his white liquid covering your walls.
You moan softly as you feel him pull out, his cum dripping out of you immediately, your body falling onto the couch. Changbin pants softly and looks at you, chuckling softly "that was amazing" his words made you giggle a bit, nodding in agreement. "Mhm, amazing.." you whisper as you stare at Changbin, the man you babied so much just rearranged your guts..
Sorry if there are mistakes in the story or if it felt rush, I dont have that much motivation to change it atm :)
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marked up - charles leclerc
summary: you meet him at a club & take him home, but it turns out you both like to be in charge
warnings: 18+ NSFW, lots & lots, read at ur own risk, rough sex
You were surrounded by the loud boom of the DJ and the sweaty bodies of your friends as you all danced together in the club. You had been vacationing in London and met up with a group of guys at the club.
You had taken a liking to one of them, stealing glances across the room and winking whenever he got the opportunity to.
He walked over to you and held out his hand. âIâm Charles,â he said. âGreat to meet you.â
You introduced yourself to him and continued talking. You learned about what he does for a living and where heâs from and you shared the same information about yourself with him.
Later in the night, the club began to get packed with more people. You would think that the crowd would die down the later it got, but apparently itâs the opposite.
He leaned in and whispered in your ear. "What do you say we get out of here?"
You nodded, at a loss for words. Youâre never at a loss from words after that much alcohol. He grabbed your hand and slowly led you towards the exit of the club, hoping to not cause a stir with your group.
You pass the bouncer and give him a wave as you leave and start to follow the streets of London. You never knew how beautiful this city could truly be. You were unsure in the moment of whether it was the alcohol in your system or the hand you were holding.
You could tell Charles had a bit to drink as well. You continued to hear him speak French under his breath here and there, even though he knew you didn't speak it. You giggled and looked at him which caught his attention. "What's so funny?" He smiled.
You shook your head slowly. "Nothing. You're cute, that's all." You directed your gaze back down to the sidewalk.
He muttered under his breath again, but this time it was definitely English. "I'm not gonna be cute in a couple minutes now," he said quietly, and laughed.
"What was that?" You asked, hoping to get him to repeat himself so you could acknowledge what he said. Instead, he just shook his head and kept walking.
The streets of London were still surprisingly packed at this hour. Friends wandered down streets and alleyways laughing like this was a regular night for them. This certainly felt like a regular night out for you, but you felt safer even despite your state of inebriation.
Charles looked just as in awe of the surroundings as you did. "Is this your first time in London?" He asked. His hand was still tangled with yours when he began to swing your arms back and forth like a child.
"Yes, actually. And it's living up to my expectations for sure." You smiled at him.
"I'm glad it is. I've been here a few times," he stopped and stumbled over his own feet, almost bringing you to the ground with him.
You broke out in laughter and clapped your hands together as he looked at you in shame. You almost felt bad until he began to laugh as well. Charles stood up, dusted himself off, grabbed your hand, and continued walking down the lit street.
He pointed forwards at a hotel entrance with his free hand and led you inside. The bright lights and white decor shocked your eyes before entering the elevator. He pressed the floor button as you descended up to his room. You werenât sure what to say in this moment and you could only hope that the silence was comforting to him. You looked around the elevator, seeing things move around inside your eyes and trying to focus. Convincing yourself that you're sober is pretty difficult when you're not.
The door opened and you followed him through the carpeted halls. He grabbed a key out from his pocket and swiped it to open the door. "Home sweet home, baby." He gestured to the room as you walked in. As soon as the door closed, you felt a different energy from him. His eyes looked hungry as he looked your body up and down. You took a step backwards, against the door and did the same to him, finishing your glare at his face, focused on his lips.
"You are so sexy," he said, taking a step forward. His hand found your cheek before his lips crashed to yours.
You turned your head slightly, kissing him back. Your free hands went to his hair, pulling on his locks with need. He tasted incredible, even after a long night of drinking. You pulled his head away from your lips and down to your neck as he sucked on your skin. There was definitely going to be marks tomorrow.
His mouth lifted from yours and he spoke breathlessly. "Are you trying to get me to mark you up?"
You smirked. "Would it be the worst thing?"
He was just as devilish as you were. "Absolutely not." He made his way back to your neck. His hands trailed down your body, reaching the hem of your dress. His hand snaked under the hem and went to your backside. "You have an incredible ass," he said between kisses. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you felt that intense feeling growing in your abdomen. You pushed him back and took a few steps towards the bed before pushing him again onto the soft white comforter.
You straddled his lap. Your dress rolled up your legs and eventually rested around your waist leaving you bare. His hands found your ass again as you kissed him roughly. He pulled your body closer to him and you began to rock back and forth on his lap. "Shit, baby," he said between kisses. "I want you to ride me."
A smile formed across your face. "We don't always get what we want now do we?" You continued the motion on his lap, grinding harder and faster. You knew you were driving him crazy and it was getting to be too much for him to handle. He grabbed you and flipped you around so he was on top.
"I don't want you to think you're the one in control now, baby." He looked down at you with lust. You pulled him in for another kiss, but he resisted. He backed up off of the bed and began unbuttoning his shirt before tossing it to the side.
His lips found your legs as he began kissing up your body and crawling closer to you. His hand dipped into your underwear as he reached your inner thighs.
His fingers began tracing circles around your clit, sending shockwaves through your body. It had been months since anyone touched you like this. You tried to speak but the only thing that came out was a moan. His fingers lit your body up into flames.
"That's right," he said. A finger slowly found its way towards your entrance before slipping inside.
"Fuck," You moaned.
He followed suit. "I love to hear you moan for me baby." He entered another finger inside of you, hitting you in just the right spot. You rolled your eyes back, being shocked again when you felt his mouth on your clit.
You looked down to see his head buried between your thighs, going to work with intensity. "Jesus, Charles," You threw your head back again. He continued to work your body close while your legs wrapped around his back. You arched your back as you could feel something building inside of you. A moan escaped your lips followed by a few expletives.
His fingers worked inside of you and his tongue lapped around your core. He looked up at you, making eye contact while continuing all of these motions. He might be the hottest man youâve ever seen in this moment.
He quickly sent you over the edge and you tried to recover before you pulled at him to get on the bed. Again, he resisted. "Baby, I'm in charge tonight." He flipped your body around so you were on your stomach. A sweet stinging sensation was felt on your ass as he grabbed your hips and pulled you up on all fours.
You heard the sound of foil ripping and he was soon inside of you. His pace was hard and rough and he felt so good inside of you.
Your arms felt like they were going to give out, so you leaned your head down on the bed as he pounded into you from behind. A low growl escaped his throat as you felt your head being tugged back up by your hair.
"Shit, you feel so good," he said with one hand gripping your ass and the other holding your hair in a makeshift pony tail.
"Fuck," You moaned, your body rocking back and forth before you began to feel that familiar feeling again. "Charles-" A hard smack on your ass stopped your speech but ultimately sent you over the edge.
He continued to work inside of you before his pace quickened and eventually slowed.
Your body fell onto the bed in exhaustion as he walked to the bathroom to clean up.
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You woke up the next morning with an arm draped over your side. You turned behind you to see a peaceful Charles still asleep. You didn't want to wake him but your head was spinning. You tried to get out of his grip but he eventually started to stir awake. "Good morning beautiful," he said in a rugged morning voice.
You smiled at him as you pulled the covers up and walked towards the bathroom. You passed the full length mirror, noticing my naked body covered in purple and red marks. Your hair was a mess but somehow your makeup was still intact. You looked towards Charles on the bed and saw him already staring at you with a smirk on his face. "Look at you," he said.
You shook your head and laughed. "I'm going to hop in the shower real quick."
He promptly jumped out of bed. "I'll join you if it's alright?" He asked.
You nodded to him and started the shower, the bathroom filling with steam. He walked into the bathroom behind you and got a closer look at your body. "I think seeing you marked up by me is getting me hard again."
You turned around and looked at him before dropping to your knees. "Well, why don't we do something about that."
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Fluttering Machinery | Robot! Sunghoon AU
Genre: Fluff, mild angst
Pairings: Robot! Sunghoon x Reader
Warnings: Character death, little suggestive content
Synopsis: Sunghoon was a humanoid built by your father, with the sole purpose of taking care of you once he passes away. But it seems like taking care of you came with discovering emotions that wasn't necessary for cooking, cleaning, and keeping you safe. What is this warm fuzzy feeling that resonates deep inside Sunghoon's mechanism?
It's been months. 6 dreadful months since your father has passed away. The doctors have warned you that he didn't have much time left, but that didn't make the goodbyes hurt any less.
You were 4 years old when your mom left you and your father for another guy. A more successful guy. Your father was bright, with an insatiable hunger for discovery and invention. But his field of work didn't always bring food to the table. And so on most days you had to, well, compromise.
But you loved your father so much, and still do. Although you didn't grow up to be a scientist like him, you knew the basics on automation and robotics. You were 11 years old when you first saw it, the humanoid that he worked on for years came to life before your own very eyes.
He had no skin nor face that made him look human yet. Just a chunk of metal with a head, arms and legs that moved mechanically. Nevertheless, you will never forget the joy and pride in your fathers' face as he watched his creation. The humanoid was a work in progress and you knew one day he's going to change the world. Unbeknownst to you, he was going to change your world.
And now here you are, years into the present as you stood infront of the humanoid who had his eyes shut. Yep, he's a he now. He is Humanoid SH-1282. Your father made him for the purpose of serving the community, to help people. But when he discovered his illness, he started making alterations to his design. He made SH-1282 to serve as the perfect companion, but only to you.
He filled the humanoid's hard drive with everything that he'll need to help you and take care of you. He input cooking, cleaning, and even martial arts. You sighed, remembering your father's last words.
"I'm gonna leave him in your care now, err leave you in his care or whatever. Take good care of each other okay? I love you both so much."
You were such a crybaby, holding on to your father's arm as the nurses were ushering you to wait outside because the doctors are about to perform surgery.
"You'll be okay." Your father mouthed as he smiled knowingly in content.
You reach for the humanoid's neck to find the power button, finally deciding to activate him after holding it off for months.
You held your breath as his eyes open, immediately scanning his surroundings. His eyes land on you, a smile forms on his lips.
"Hi, I'm SH-1282. It's nice to finally meet you, Y/N." He said naturally, offering his hand. If you didn't know any better, you would think he was a normal boy.
You let out a shaky breath as you accept his hand. He frowns, it seems like he is studying your facial expression and posture.
"You seem like you are in distress. Are you alright?" He asks in concern.
"Yeah, I am." You reply weakly.
"Will a hug improve your mood?" He asks. He was programmed to know about the benefits of physical intimacy, but he was also programmed to know consent and so he will not do anything unless you want to.
You contemplated, biting your lip.
"No, thank you." He simply nods, stepping out of his charging port.
"Will you show me around the house?" He asks and you nod.
"Damn this feels so awkward." You think to yourself.
"So here's the living room." You say as SH-1282 takes a good look around the area, his eyes falling to the dirty coffee table with tons of papers stacked messily. The couch looked greasy, with breadcrumbs stuck to the sides of the couch cushions. He scrunches his nose, involuntarily adding a new emotion to his database: disgust.
And as you led him to the kitchen, this emotion intensifies as he sees the containers of Chinese takeouts and cup ramen littered around the counter. He walks to the fridge and finds it empty except for a carton of milk that you put into your cereal for breakfast.
This awakens another emotion for the humanoid, frustration. He pinches the bridge of his nose as he contemplates on what to do with the mess, aka you.
"This won't do. You have been living unhealthily which may reduce your chances of living a long life."
You scoff, "Excuse me?" He gives you a dead stare, an eyebrow raised.
"No, excuse me while I clean up all this. I'll leave you to your own devices, thank you for showing me around today." He says sassily as he goes to find where you hide your cleaning utensils. You stood there dumbfounded.
"Unbelievable." But you let him be anyway. He wasn't wrong, you've been a total mess this past few months but that was all because of the grief. You basically had no family now.
And so for the rest of the day, you lock yourself in your room and do homework. About 5pm, you hear a soft knock at your door.
"Hello, it's me. Can you spare me a minute? I have something to ask of you." You inwardly groan, not really wanting to face the humanoid.
"Can you accompany me to get groceries? I swear this will only happen one time. It is only because I am not yet accustomed to my location. But after I mentally note the directions, you won't have to come with me next time." He didn't really want to bother you, but he knew that going out by himself and getting lost will be much more bothersome for you.
"Sure thing, just let me change intoâ oh no, you have no other clothes. It's kinda chilly outside today." You mentally facepalm yourself. Why didn't I go shopping for men clothes first before activating him?
"That is fine, I am immune to any temperature." He says as-a-matter-of-fact. You roll your eyes.
"I know that but people will probably get suspicious to see a man walking around in a shirt and jeans when everybody else has coats on. We need you to fit in as much as possible."
You search for your father's old coat that you refused to throw away even months after he's passed.
"Sorry dad, but he kinda needs this right now." And so you dress the humanoid in your oversized university sweatshirt (which surprisingly fits him perfectly) and your father's old coat.
"How do I look? Will I fit in now?" He asks as he scans his appearance in the mirror.
"You lookâ" absolutely breathtaking. You had every urge to slap yourself. Your father really didn't play around when he made the humanoid's face. He could pass up as an idol. And the cute little mole on his nose was a good addition to his features that made him even more realistic.
"Great. People won't suspect a thing."
The two of you head out. Contrary to your expectations that he would marvel at everything he sees outside, he just casually looks around. You ride the bus together, and the humanoid processes everything that you do, noting how everything works.
What caught you by surprise though, is how he immediately stands up in instinct to let an old lady sit down in his place. He sure was programmed with manners and chivalry. You smiled at the thought.
You made your way inside the grocery store, only intended to grab a basket but the humanoid insisted on a push cart.
"We have so much to buy, I've taken a mental note of everything we'll need." You simply roll your eyes and let him push the cart around as you wandered behind him. You look around as he reads the nutritional facts of every single thing he sees.
"This is definitely going to take a while." You muttered.
"Y/N? Is that you?" A voice squealed. You hissed and attempted to turn away, pretending you didn't see her. The humanoid saw how you reacted and swiftly rushed to your side in a protective stance. The stranger eyes the humanoid, her eyes sparkling at the sight of such a gorgeous man.
"Why hello there. Y/N you didn't tell me you've been busy with your boyfriend, we haven't hung out in a while." Both of your eyes widened at the misunderstanding.
"Oh, no he's notâ we aren'tâ" You tried to explain but she just laughed out loud.
"Look how flustered you are. You know what, it's okay. But we have a lot of catching up to do!" She said, squishing your cheeks in a playful manner.
"So what's your name, handsome stranger?" She asks, turning to the confused humanoid.
"I'm Sâ"
"Sunghoon! His name is Sunghoon." You blurted out. Sunghoon was the name of your childhood crush when you were like 7 but that'll have to do. Unfortunately, it seems that the humanoid got even more confused.
"I am Y/N'sâ"
"Neighbor. He lives next door to my apartment. I was just showing him around because he just recently moved into the city." You say quickly. She can't know that you're living with a guy. Even if said guy wasn't human.
"Awww how sweet of you to go shopping with your neighbor." She said, winking at you. She's definitely not convinced.
"I'm Yeonmi, Y/N's friend." She introduced, offering her hand to Sunghoon. He took her hand reluctantly.
"You mean my super obnoxious friend." You roll your eyes.
"Shut up, you love me." She teased. Admittedly, you've been avoiding her for months now. Ever since your father passed, it was as if you didn't want to deal with anyone anymore, with the fear of being left behind again. So you shut everyone out. You know it was a very selfish move and must've made everyone worry, but you have yet to figure out how to fix things back to how it is.
You said your goodbyes not without a long, tight hug from Yeonmi and Sunghoon noticed from his scanners how your vitals greatly improved from it. This made him feel another new emotion: relief. He was very thankful for your friend who made you feel better.
You continue venturing down the aisle of food, and you find the humanoid smiling to himself. He notices your attention on him and he shakes his head, as if shrugging his thoughts off.
"What?" You asked.
"You gave me a name. Although I'm unsure if it is necessary, thank you." He says genuinely as he smiles at you, your heart skipping a beat.
"You're welcome, Sunghoon." You smiled back.
He picked up lots of fruits and vegetables, with you whining the whole time. Your whines unlocked another emotion of his; annoyance.
"No wonder her father thought she is in need of taking care of, she acts like a child." He concludes, running his fingers through his hair as he lets you get an ice cream of your choice. Oddly, seeing a bright smile on your face as you show him what flavor you got seems to put him at ease.
The two of you got home at dawn, with quickly stacking up the groceries into the cabinets and fridge, with you slumping down on the now squeaky clean couch.
It had been quite a long day and you found yourself dozing off. You woke up from the light tap on your shoulder, eyes fixating on Sunghoon with your apron wrapped around his torso.
"I could get used to this." You thought, admiring how adorable the humanoid looked but quickly pushing the thoughts away.
"Sorry to wake you, it's time for dinner." He announces and you lazily nodded, not before yawning and stretching your arms.
"Uhh, what is this?" You asked, eyeing your plate.
"It's your dinner." He says nonchalantly, expecting you to start eating. Your face shows utter disgust at the plate of vegetables.
"Please don't make me eat that." You begged. Sunghoon rolls his eyes; a trait he adapted from spending just a day with you.
"Don't be dramatic, vegetables are good for you." He states, taking the plate from you and attempting to feed you.
"Come on, say ah." He says playfully. After realizing how much you acted like a child, he researched on how to take care of children and downloaded it into his database. You scrunch your nose, leaning away from the food and shooting him a glare.
"Sunghoon, I'm not a kid." You deadpanned.
"Oh, but you won't get your ice cream if you don't eat this." He says, pouting at you teasingly. He's really good at this. With a sigh, you open wide and allow him to feed you.
"Yep, definitely a kid." He thinks to himself as he smiles in satisfaction, another emotion unlocked.
That night, you decided to move his charging port (with his help) from the lab into the spare room of the apartment.
"You know, I'm completely okay with staying at the lab." He reasoned but you quickly hush him.
"Nope. That is no way to treat a person. You deserve your own room, okay? A room that you can fill with your own stuff and decorate with your own preferences. End of discussion." You sassed as you fix his charging port into place. Sunghoon blinked at you, unable to express how grateful he is of how kind you are to him.
"She wants to treat me like a real human being." He thinks, his mechanical heart overwhelmed with gratitude.
Days went on with a routine, with him cleaning all day and you attending online classes. There were occasional bumps in the road, with you getting annoyed with how much of a neat freak he is and him getting irritated with how lazy you are at taking care of yourself. You've also taught him how to watch tv, deciding not to let him use the internet yet because he might gain too much unnecessary information online.
And so on a saturday night, you sat together on the couch as you watched figure skating competitions. Sunghoon was at complete awe the whole time, studying how the skaters moved through the ice.
"I want to skate too." He states absentmindedly, attention still on the television. You smiled, thinking how it was the first time he actually said he wanted something.
"Then let's do it, let's go skating tomorrow." You say, his head immediately shot to you.
"What, really?" Sunghoon asks in disbelief, his eyes widening.
"Yes, really. Although I'm warning you, I don't know how to skate." You laughed, with him chuckling as well.
"Then we'll learn together." He promises.
What a total lie that is. He didn't need to learn, as you watched him move swiftly against the ice, the wind in his hair as he circled around, his focused eyes twinkling in the fairy lights. He looked ethereal. You could have sworn there were tears there as you cheered him on like a proud momma. Ah, they grew up so fast.
People at the park also stopped to watch Sunghoon, whispering about how talented the young man is. His eyes caught yours, and you weren't sure if you were seeing things but you thought you saw him send you a wink and smile.
"The TV been teaching him things." You muttered, blushing but not from the cold. Sunghoon skates towards you, pulling you with him. You're eyes widened in fear.
"N-no Sunghoon I can'tâ" but he was already leading you through the ice, eyes never leaving yours.
"You can." He whispers, taking you by the waist as he spun you around. You giddily laughed as you threw your arms out, savouring the chilly air. You didn't even notice the people watching and cooing at you as some joined in as well.
That night, Sunghoon felt something he never felt before, and you in a long time. You felt happy.
"Say aaaah~" Sunghoon said as he fed you chicken soup. You caught a cold from skating yesterday and now you're wrapped in a super cozy blanket with Sunghoon worrying about you.
"You know I can feed myself right?" You said, swallowing the food.
"I know, but I just feel responsible because I was the one who wanted to skate. You got sick because of me, and that kinda defeats my purpose because I'm supposed to be keeping you healthy." He rambled. You roll your eyes at him.
"Colds are normal, okay? Besides, I haven't had that much fun in a while. Thank you for that, Sunghoon." You say, reaching up to tussle his hair playfully. He froze, cogs in his mind unable to process as something inside him stirred, but in a pleasant way.
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"So you dance while rubbing your body on a stranger?" Sunghoon questions, but he's not sure if he wants to know the answer. Tonight, you wore a simple black dress that teasingly showed a little bit of cleavage and a decent length of fabric that hugged tightly around your upper thighs but had a daringly high slit. Sunghoon approves and disapproves at the same time.
"Yeah, it's kinda like that. But don't worry, I won't be doing that. I'll just stay by the bar the whole time." You reassured as you struggled to put on your strappy heels. Sunghoon kneels down infront of you and helps you clasp the straps around your ankles, handling it very delicately. Your heart thumps as he looks up at you.
"Are you sure you don't want me to accompany you?" He asks for the fifth time as he follows you around the house like a puppy. You sigh, actually considering it. Although it was supposed to be a girl's night according to Yeonmi, you thought maybe having Sunghoon tag along wouldn't do harm.
But it did. It did harm to you, alright. And you wanted to harm those girls who kept on grinding their asses onto Sunghoon as slow, sexy music played. You were fuming, regretting dressing Sunghoon in such fashion that screamed big D energy. Why am I being so possessive? But then again, Sunghoon does look uncomfortable. I should go save him. Yeah, I'll do that.
"Hold my drink." You tell Yeonmi as you made your way to Sunghoon.
"You go girl! Get your man!" Yeonmi cheered drunkly.
Your train of thoughts were blurred by the alcohol as you struggled to walk straight. You had only one clear thought in mind: Sunghoon. I need to get to Sunghoon.
Sunghoon stood uncomfortably, eyeing the girls who rubbed their bossoms and derriere all over him. Is this supposed to be fun? He thinks innocently. He sees you walking towards him, swaying your hips side by side as you strode towards him like a predator.
Girls hovering around him going unnoticed as you were the only one he could see.
Stunning, beautiful. He thought.
"Hey handsome, care to dance?" You asked, pulling him to you before he could even answer. The girls spat at you, telling you to 'get in line' but you just shot them a smug look.
"Sorry ladies." Sunghoon apologized, but his smile told otherwise as he let you pull him away from them.
"You don't know how badly I wanted to get away fromâ" He froze in his spot as you wrap your arms around his neck, inching closer than ever before. You felt bold, but maybe that was just the alcohol in your system. And as you started moving your body against Sunghoon, you knew it wasn't just you who felt the heat. His large palms go down south, resting on your swaying hips as both of you moved to the sultry rhythm.
His mechanism was going nuts, threatening to malfunction as his sensors detected your very close proximity to him. Whatever you were playing, it was dangerous. But Sunghoon couldn't help but to want more, to desire more.
"Y/N." He whispers, and you look up at him with half lidded eyes. And damn did he find you so sexy right there, under the strobe lights. No girl in the club could ever compare.
"Home?" You suggested.
"Home." He agrees.
As you got in the cab, you immediately find yourself half straddling Sunghoon's lap as you attempt to kiss him. Luckily, Sunghoon can think clearer now and concludes that a drunk Y/N is a very horny Y/N. And though the thought that it was only the alcohol that made you want him made him feel sad, he knew it was wrong to demand such things from you.
And so with your futile attempts to get into his pants, he gently lays your head on his shoulder and hugs you to keep you still. But even that couldn't stop you from squirming to get away from his hold, trying to get some action. He chuckles as he held your hand tightly in his to prevent it from landing into his crotch.
"Now now, you have to stay put. I won't be taking advantage of your state." He scolds gently. And by the time the cab had stopped in front of the building of your apartment, you were fast asleep in Sunghoon's arms.
Times like these were when Sunghoon is glad he was made of aluminum. He scooped you up in his arms like a pillow as he walked up to your apartment. You snuggled up into his chest, looking so innocent as you soaked up his warmth. Sunghoon cooed about how adorable you are, talking to you in your sleep.
He placed you delicately on your bed, contemplating whether to change your clothes or not. He decided not to, noting how your privacy is important to you. You're too drunk and asleep to give him permission right now anyway. He took off your heels and wiped your makeup off very gently, and tucked you in properly.
Long minutes pass as he studies your face, stroking your hair softly as the corners of his mouth lift up unconsciously. He really loves taking care of you. He loves you.
This realization hits him like a truck of overwhelming emotions, but it all makes sense to him now.
"I love you, Y/N." He whispers, leaving a soft kiss on your forehead before retiring to his own room.
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â˘Pinky Promises⢠Steven Adler
Pairing: Steven Adler x Reader, Axl Rose x Sibling! Reader
Requested? Yup! By an anon
Theme: Angst(?) to fluff
Warnings: Language, sexual references but nothing explicit
Word Count: 1.8k
A/N: Fic 1 of 2! Hope you enjoy! Also, the makeout near the end gets sorta hot and it was pretty fun to write? Like Iâm considering exploring into writing smutter pieces. I didnât want to originally because I thought Iâd cringe all the way through and hate the result but I might try it out in the near future. Nothing too crazy but itâs something for me to think about.
   You step off of the large bus, your combat boots hitting the ground as you adjust the bag slung over your shoulder. It's stuffed to the brim with whatever you threw in, you're surprised the zipper did burst.
   You take a deep breath of the LA air. It's hot and humid and despite the thick air pollution, you can breath easier than you did in Indiana.
   You grew up in Lafayette, Indiana with your older half-brother William. You were raised in the hellish house with your shared father, which you finally managed to escape.
   William left right at eighteen. He tried taking you with him, but you didn't want him to be charged with kidnapping and have the cops on his ass. Now, two years and your father's stolen wallet later, you're finally in the city of dreams.
   "Will!" You yell out, spotting your redheaded other half.
   "Y/N!" He mocks, catching your figure in a crushing hug. He's taller than you, so you have to stand on your tippy toes during the embrace. "Thank God you're alright."
   "I'm fine, I'm happy to finally see you again," you say, a huge grin on your face. "How's the band? Everything going well?"
   "Well enough," he says with a shrug, grabbing your heavy bag and slinging it around his shoulder. "Come on, I'll introduce you to the guys. You already know Izzy of course, but the rest of them."
   The walk to the 'hell house' as Will had called it is filled with catching up. He made sure to keep in contact with you, but the phone calls were always short. It felt nice to have a full length conversation in person with your brother again.
   "Welcome home," Will says, leading you into the house. You grimace when you catch a whiff of stale beer and weed.
   "You seriously live here? This place should be condemned," you say with disgust.
   "And then where would we live?" The oh-so familiar voice of Will's best friend meets your ears. You whip around and fly into his arms.
   "Jeffery! I missed you so much! You really should've tried calling, you ass!" You exclaim. Izzy rolls his eyes but smiles nonetheless, patting your back during the hug.
   "Who's this?" Another man enters the living roomâ if that's what it should even be called. He's blonde, taller than you but shorter than the other two men in the room. He has kind eyes and the smile he has on his handsome face leaves you speechless.
   "U-uh, hi. I'm Y/N," you say after a moment of shameless gawking. If he noticed, he doesn't mention it.
   "Oh that's right! Axl talks a lot about you! I'm Steven," he says and bounds up to you, catching your hand in a shake. You don't question who the hell 'Axl' is, but you smile stupidly at him and bite your lip with a blush staining your face.
   "No," Will says, glaring at the cute blonde you've taking an immediate liking to. "Absolutely not."
   "William!" You squeak out, pinching his shoulder harsher. He yelps and swats your hand away. Will glares further at you as he ushers you up the creaky stairs to your room. "Nothing happened! And who the fuck is 'Axl'?"
   "I saw how you were looking at him! I'm not naive, Y/N. You were giving him the 'fuck me' eyes! And me, everyone calls me Axl here." You give him a look. "Except you, of course. You can call me Will."
   You don't give him another word as he leads you to your bedroom. He was the one who didn't have a roommate before, and he'd have to share with Slash now but he was determined to give you your privacy.
   "This is the only room with a working lock, use it. Especially when your changing! Three horny men in a house with one you isn't a good combo." You make a face and shake your head, but you can't really tell if he's being overprotective or if his band mates really are pigs.
   "Are you not including Izzy?"
   "Please, he's the only smart one besides me. He knows I'll rip him a new one." You laugh and give Will another hug.
   "I've really missed hanging out with you like this, and thank you for letting me stay here." He nods and rubs your back.
   "No problem, we have each other's backs, always." You nod and release your bother from the hug. "One rule though: no hooking up with the guys. One time thing or not, you don't know them like I do, I won't let you get hurt. So don't even try anything with Steven!"
   "Even if it's nothing sex?" Will levels you with a look that would make you sweat if you were anyone else. You sigh and roll your eyes. "Fine! I promise."
   "Pinky promise?" He asks, holding out his pinky finger. You shake your head but comply anyway, hooking your pinky on his.
   "Wow, bringing out the big guns, pinky promises," you tease.
   "Bitch," he mumbles. You gasp sarcastically.
   "Asshole!" You reply. William takes his leave with another slew of insults under his breath but none to be taken seriously and all with a smile. You shut your door after him and lay on your bed, content with how things are finally beginning to look up.
If you knew where you would be in just a few months of living with your brother and his band, you never would've agreed to the naive promise Will had forced on you. You think back to the day with a frown.
"Whatcha thinkin' about?" Steven asks, pecking your bare shoulder as he lays behind you on your bed. You both lay naked and damp with sweat, glowing from the moonlight streaming in the room.
"William," you say with a sigh.
"We just had sex and your thinking of your brother? Should I be worried about you?" Steven asks teasingly. You fight the smile growing on your face and lightly pinch the his arm tightly wrapped around you. He never fails to make you laugh.
"I just feel bad keeping this a secret from him." You turn around to be face to face with Steven. "It's been months of sneaking around. I'm always nervous we'll get caught together or I'll blurt it out to him."
"Then why don't we just tell him?"
"Do you want to die! Steven, honestly, do you have a death wish?"
"No, butâ"
"Then we can't tell my brother we're together. He'll murder you, and then probably me one he finds out how long I've been lying to him," you say and move your head in the crook of Steven's neck.
"Then we can be together in the afterlife!" Steven folds his arms around you even tighter. "Seriously though, we can't lie to him forever. We've been together for six months already, surely he'll see how much we care about each other and not want to kill us."
"Yeah, maybe," you say halfheartedly and close your eyes, finally letting yourself fall asleep.
The next night, Guns has a gig at the Whiskey A-Go Go. The ritual goes like it has been, they play the gig, you wait for Will to get drunk, and you and Steven sneak out to the back of the club to make out and maybe get felt up a bit before returning like nothing happened.
It isn't different this time. Steven's hands leave your skin ablaze as he lets them wander down your sides and up your thighs. His lips don't leave yours, even as he squeezes your ass and you let out a moan. He grins on your mouth and presses his pelvis up to your stomach.
His mouth leaves yours to press feather light kisses to your cheek before trailing down your jaw and onto your neck, where he sucks nips at. You have to press a hand to your mouth to stay quiet.
"Don't leave marks," you remind him through batted breath.
"I won't," he reassures and silences you with a chaste kiss to your swollen lips before returning his attack on your neck.
You hear footsteps fast approaching, but as quickly as you hear them, Steven is ripped away from you. He's slammed into the brick wall next to you harshly and groans. You jump away and gasp.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" William asks, his voice lower than usual. His green eyes dark and downright scary.
"Will! Let him go, come on. Stop fucking around, you didn't have to slam him into a wall," you say, but your shaky voice falls on deaf ears as Will doesn't move. Your hands grasp at his arm and try to yank him away from Steven, but he's stronger and taller than you and doesn't budge, he just keeps his eyes focused on Steven.
"Nothing!" He squeaks out. Even in the dark, his kiss bruised lips and flushed red face is obvious.
"'Nothing?' That's why you were ten seconds away from fucking Y/N?" Will asks.
"William stop it! You're scaring me! Leave him alone!" You push him again and this time, he relents. Will paces and runs his hand through his red locks while you rush to make sure Steven is ok.
"I'm fine, I'm fine," Steven mutters and presses a kiss to your brow to comfort you, sending you a smile when he pulls away. He keeps his hands on your arms and rubs circles with his thumbs.
"How long has this been going on?" Will asks, crossing his arms as he finally stops his pacing.
"Six months..." Steven says nervously. William scoffs and shakes his head. "But it isn't just fucking around! I love them, Ax. Really."
You smile bashfully, biting your lip to try and contain it. You knew you felt strongly for Steven and that he returned the feelings, but you haven't outright said you loved each otherâ until know of course.
Will stays silent for a few beats, staring contemplative at Steven. He finally sighs, bring a hand up to rub his temples like he has a building headache.
"Yeah? And you love him, Y/N?" He asks. You nod, reaching out to grab Steven's hand. Steven lets a grin creep on to his face. "Then I guess I can't stop you. But if you ever break their heart, I'll fucking gut you, Adler."
If Will makes Steven nervous, he doesn't show it. He gives him a salute with his puppy dog like smile before sticking out his pinky.
"I promise I'll never hurt Y/N purposely, ever." Will rolls his eyes, the irony makes him nearly groan aloud. He sucks it up anyway when he sees your hopeful expression, hooking his pinky onto Steven's.
"Don't make me regret this, Steven," Will grumbles before leaving and walking back into the crowded club. Steven lets out an exhilarated laugh and kisses you, hard.
"Told you he wouldn't kill me!" Steven exclaims, making you laugh out of surprise.
"And we don't have to sneak around anymore!" Steven kisses you again, and again and again until you're breathless.
"I'm so in love with you," he mumbles between his attack on your lips. You smile, tangling your hands in his aqua-net filled hair.
"As I am with you."
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Like That
Pairing: Rio x Black!Reader
Summary: You and Rio get to know each other better. Loosely based on âLike Thatâ by Doja Cat.Â
Warnings: Smut.
Word Count: 3.5K
Installments:Â Say So | Like That | Talk Dirty
And baby, I want it, and I'll just be honest
'Cause I just can't front when I look at you
About six weeks have passed since Rio declared himself your man, and you quickly learned he took the title very seriously.
He was busier than usual with âflipping his game,â and you were busy preparing to transition your shop, but you saw each other often despite time constraints. You agreed date nights at least once a week were a must, but when you couldnât see each other, Rio made sure to end nights with a phone call. Virtually falling asleep next to him gave you butterflies, reminding you just how exciting new relationships could be. It took prodding, but he told you made-up bedtime stories and the boring details of his day. In return, you shared things about yourselfâ childhood memories, the crazy things your mom did to embarrass you. He was sweet and attentive, and you found it refreshing to be with someone who was just as infatuated with you.
On your second date, he took you to his favorite restaurant, a fancy sushi place with expensive rolls. He taught you to hold chopsticks the wrong way the way he did and even fed you across the small table, a couple of unfortunate rolls falling apart due to his prodding. You tried your best to hide your amusement at the pensive look on his face. For whatever reason, Rio thought of himself as a sushi connoisseur, but it was clear to you that he was still learning.
âYouâre no better than me!â He admonished when he noticed the way you held your chopsticks. Like his technique, it was incorrect, but it worked for youâ sort of. âI never said I was.â You couldnât keep the amusement off your face any longer. âYouâre the one who comes here weekly. I thought you were a professional, and weâre in the same boat.â He folded his arms on top of the table as he insisted you were wrong, but secretly he found your teasing endearing. Later that night, he called and gave you a cheesy line about loving to see you smile.
The following week, you had lunch at a mom-and-pop soul food restaurant that served the best cornbread and peach cobbler in the city. The owners, an adorable older couple, Donna and Gene, and servers alike stopped by your table to meet Rio. Donna gushed over Rio, showering him with compliments and extra cornbread. âGirl, he is cute!â She told you, failing miserably at whispering. He smirked as you rolled your eyes, but he handled the attention well, being friendly and personable even when Gene kept going on and on about changes to the menu, one chef to another.
A few days later, he called you up randomly and asked you to get ready and ride with him somewhere. âWhat should I wear?â You asked, hoping for a hint. You could hear him smile as he said, âIt doesnât even matter, ma. You always look good.â The occasion had turned out to be âFoodtruck Friday.â Barbecue, kebab, taco, ice cream, and other miscellaneous food trucks were parked in a spacious lot in Downtown Detroit. You settled at a picnic table and shared several plates of food as you discussed the possibility of your own mobile âMad Batterâ shop somewhere down the line. It got you thinking about the future.
âWhere do you see yourself in five years?â You asked the dreaded question in between bites of a colorful Korean fusion taco. He stiffened as he considered the answer. âWhat is this, a job interview?â Sometimes you saw peeks of bossman Rio rather than the Christopher Castillo you were getting to know. It happened seemingly out of nowhere when you asked questions he felt were invasive.
You looked up from the panko-fried shrimp, red cabbage, shredded carrots, and tasty orange sauce wrapped up in a flour tortilla with a frown. You had two choices: respond in the way he had or make light of the situation. So, you said, âKinda. Youâre auditioning for a spot on my roster, so...â
He stopped chewing the half-eaten dumpling and swallowed hard. âThatâs not funny.â
âYou better start taking the interviewing part of the audition more seriously then.â You wiped your fingers on a napkin, and he gathered your hand in his own, wearing a look you couldnât decipher. âYou got it, ma.â
You played a game of mini-golf at the local arcade. Rio stood tall behind you, holding you by your hips as he corrected your stance. You purposefully arched your back, brushing against him just slightly. âLike this?â You looked over your shoulder with the most innocent look you could muster, but his eyes were glued to your ass. âYeah, just like that.â He answered in a low tone without looking up. You giggled as you took your swing, adding a wiggle for his benefit. You pretended to care about the ball as it glided across the bright green tarp towards the hole. âHow was that?â You chirped, looking down the lane.
âI canât even lie. I donât care about the game right now. I just wanna watch you.â Your aim was terrible, and the ball never went in the hole without several attempts, but he insisted you finish playing the course. You teased him about it for days after despite his claim that he actually enjoyed the game because it was one of Marcusâ favorites.
âStop lying! You just wanted an excuse to openly watch my ass.â
âWhy you always gotta call me out?â
You shopped a cozy health and wellness store with hundreds of cool little trinkets for sale. Neither of you had been there before, so you took your time exploring, stealing unexpected kisses from the other. Rio took full advantage of the size of the store, pulling you by the hand and holding you close to his side.
He frowned at the large collection of shiny crystals. âA rock, really? What does anybody need with a rock?â
âItâs not a rock!â You hissed, head whipping around as you hoped the owner didnât hear him.
âWhat is it then? It looks like a rock to me.â He picked one up, turning it over in his hands.
âItâs a crystal!â
âWhatâs the difference?â
âIt has healing properties...â Rio snorted but strung his arm across your shoulder and listened intently as you read the info cards to him. When it was all said and done, he bought an aventurine stone to apologize to the owner for prosperity, well-being, and good luck.
The next day, he disappeared with no warning. You had been worried sick until Mick let you know he was busy handling something. It would have only taken a minute to tell you that, so you were (understandably) pissed. He showed up at the shop several days later like nothing had ever happened. âWhatâs up, mama?â The greeting that usually melted you grated on your nerves. All of your feelings about the situation bubbled up to the surface. It was hard to find the right wordsâ you were still getting to know each other, so how mad could you be? At the same time, how little did he think of you to not say anything? Finally, you settled on, âI canât do the disappearing act.â
Rio wasnât used to answering to anyone, not even his childâs mother, about his whereabouts, but he put his palms up in surrender when he saw the serious expression you wore.
âYouâre right, mama. Thatâs my bad. It wonât happen again.â
And it hadnât.
But knowing ahead of time only made it a tiny bit easier, especially when he didnât have a set return date. You were going on day seven (the longest you had gone without seeing him since you started dating) when he called to say he made it home and wanted to see you. Your heavy heart swelled with relief. You missed him way more than you probably should have, so you insisted on a night in at your place, wanting him to feel relaxed and at home instead of on guard somewhere public.
It had been a long six weeks without sex while he romanced you with delicious food and beautiful words. It wasnât an easy task, but you knew as soon as sex was thrown in the mix, you would be done for, either destined to be his or ruined by him. It was a scary thought, but distance had indeed made the heart grow fonder, and you cared about him enough to take a chance.
He was set to arrive within the hour, but you were still unsure of what to wear, frantically rummaging through the dresser for something cute and comfortable. You let out a frustrated groan when your phone started to ring, thinking Rio might have come early, but when you look down at your phone, you see your best friendâs name and face. You swipe quickly, accepting the FaceTime call. âHey, girl!â
âHey, stranger!â You pick up the phone, so you can look at her. âReally?â
âYes, really.â She replies with just as much sass. âI havenât talked to you in whatâ two weeks?â
âWe talkââ
ââtext.â
âOkay, fine. Text. We text every day. What are you talking about?â
âThatâs not the same.â She insists even as you remind her of the ridiculous amount of time you spend trading memes and food pictures with her.
âAnyway, what are you doing?â
âIâm trying to decide what Iâm going to wear between this, this, or this.â You move the camera around, showing her the different options. A black-and-white tank and short set with âBeing cute is not a crimeâ in a cute font. A fuzzy grey sweatsuit set with hearts, or a simple cream hoodie with matching shorts.
âUm, whatâs the occasion?â You giggle at the look on her face, knowing she thinks none of the above are appropriate for wearing outside of the house.
âMovie night in.â
âYou need help picking an outfit for movie night with yourself?â Her face scrunches up in confusion. âWait, is it movie night with yourself?â You try to be casual about it, shrugging your shoulders in response. As usual, she sees through your bullshit and goes straight into an interrogation. âOh, bitch. You been holding out on me!â She asks you five questions in a row without stopping to breathe before settling on one. âWho?â
You gnaw on your bottom lip. â...Rio.â
âRio?â She frowns. âLike the guy we work for, Rio? With the eyebrows and the neck tattoo, Rio?â
âYes, that Rio.â
âWow.â You wince but decide itâs best to get it over with. âWhat? I know you, so I know thereâs more where that came from.â
âI donât know what to say! From what I can tell, heâs a decent dude, I guess, but you know what he does. You definitely know what we do for him! You donât think that could be a problem?â
âItâs messy, for sure, and I can admit that, but Iâve been thinking about getting out anyway...â She nods. âThen, I guess thereâs nothing else for me to say about that. Youâre both grown, and you know what youâre doing.â She was your best friend, which meant sheâd always give her honest opinion, but wouldnât berate you about your choices. Just like that, you return to your regular discussion topics, everything from warehouse gossip (yes, even in the business of crime, thereâs a rumor mill) to new music releases. Before you knew it, forty minutes had passed, and Rio was calling your phone. You promised to call her more often before hanging up.
You sing your âhelloâ into the phone, hoping Rio canât detect the shakiness in your voice as you clumsily pull on your bottoms.
âHey, mama. You about ready? I know youâre sensitive about your space and all that.â He was referring to the fact that he had never been past the doorway of your home. Your home was your sacred place, so you were extra careful about who came in and what energy they brought. It was always nerve-wracking to let somebody into the space that you cherished so much.
âYeah.â He picks up on the hesitancy in your voice. âAre you sure?â You nod your head as if he can see you before telling him yes with a giggle. âAlright, well, Iâm outside. Can I come in?â You bite your lip, butterflies fluttering in your tummy. âYeah, Iâll come unlock the door.â He whispers his thanks, and you take a moment to force yourself to relax. When you meet him at the door, you do so with an open mind and heart, taking in his appearance with a goofy grin on your face. As usual, heâs dressed in all black, wearing a well-fitted t-shirt and sweatpants. Heâs casual but still so high quality and attractive.
âHi.â You breathe out like a dork when you realize youâre staring. It helps that he seems just as mesmerized, stepping forward to envelop you in a tight, warm hug. He sways you from side to side before pulling back, his hands resting heavily on the top of your ass. He settles for a quick peck on the lips because he has something to say. âYouâre as pretty as ever, darlinâ.â He says earnestly, shaking his head as he steps back to look you over once more.
âKiss me again.â His hands cup your ass as you devour each other in the open doorway. You forget your surroundings. âDamn, ma. Can I at least get inside before you jump my bones? I donât mind giving your neighbors a show if thatâs your thing, butâŚâ You turn to hide your embarrassment, leaving him to close the door behind you as you gesture around the room as if youâre in an episode of MTV Cribs. â... hereâs the living room. The kitchenâs through the arch. The bathroomâs over there...â He follows you with his red as you point.
âAnd the bedroom?â
You snort. âThe tour stops here for now. Sit down.â Your tone leaves no room for argument. He settles into the soft couch while you grab the snack tray from the kitchen. Homemade popcorn, chocolate-covered pretzels, and dried fruit gummies are on the menu.
âAll this for me?â His arms snake around your waist so that you can curl up into his side. âWhat we watching?â You grab the remote. âI saw a trailer this week that caught my attention. Iâll play it for you.â He didnât care what you watched as long as he got to be close to you, so it didnât take long for you to get the movie started. He stole glances at you when his knuckles brushed against your bare knees under the blanket. Youâre embarrassed at how wet the small action makes you, so you stretch out across the couch and place your bare feet in his lap, silently planning your revenge. The movie may as well not be playing because you couldnât be less interested in the plot as you lightly stroke him through his sweatpants with the balls of your feet.
âMa...â He warns, watching you in the low lighting. Heâs come to learn you like to tease, but he doesnât think he can take it, not tonight. âHmm?â You hum innocently, loving the strained look on your face. He doesnât move even as you sit up on your haunches and kiss him. Itâs slow and long in the best way. He pulls you to sit in his lap. His hands roam your body as you grind down onto him, relishing in the feeling of the soft skin on your tummy. He sighs into your mouth as one hand finds your bare breasts.
He pulls away to talk shit. âNo bra? You just knew I was gonna put out, huh?â He pushes the cotton material up so he can see you properly. âPerfect.â He murmurs into your skin. You let him kiss and lick and suck on your nipples until the pressure you feel below is too much to handle. Youâre a quivering mess when he finally helps you pull the cotton material up and over your head. It lands on top of the television behind you, but neither of you notice.
You nudge him until he removes his own shirt, and then he lifts his hips to help you when you begin tugging on his sweats. They puddle at his feet while you spread your legs wide, desperate to get your hands on him. âI could cry right now.â You admit honestly when you finally see him, biting your lip. He arches a brow. âIs that a good thing or a bad thing, darlinâ?â His hips jerk when you take him into your hands, the cold temperature surprising him.
âItâs definitely a good thing.â You whisper excitedly, staring with wonder as he hardens in your hands. He barks out a laugh, stunned by your ability to make him laugh, even with his dick in your hands. âThatâs really nice, ma. I feel real special.â Your eyes meet, and silent promises of all the filthy things youâre going to do to each other are exchanged. âYou should. Iâm about to change your life.â He throbs in your hands, loving that you find small ways to challenge him.
âCome on. Letâs go to bed.â He wraps his arms around you in preparation to get up, but you stop him with a shake of your head. âI donât wanna.â
âNo? What you wanna do then?â
You answer him by slipping to your knees. You spit on his dick, stroking him up and down slowly. He watches you closely as you lower your mouth, wrapping your lips around the tip. It takes a lot of restraint, but he lets you do your thing, slowly working him deeper into your throat. He closes his eyes as he concentrates on lasting, but he canât turn his ears off, the obscene smacks painting a vivid picture for him. When you swipe your tongue across his balls, he moves to stop you, grabbing your shoulders. Fire dances in your eyes as you realize you got him where you want him. âI donât wanna.â You repeat.
âYou are a brat.â
You release him with a pop. âThe biggest.â You admit, swallowing him once more. He groans, thinking he canât believe youâre the same sweet girl who bakes in a frilly pink apron and begs him to tell her bedtime stories.
âI want you to fuck me now.â He stops you before you can bend over the couch. âSlow down. I want you on your back, darlin.â
You throw his earlier words back at him. âThatâs nice. I feel really special.â
âYou should.â He mocks you, instructing you to hold your legs wide. He wastes no time licking and sucking you as enthusiastically as you had done him. âYouâre so pretty. I could eat this pretty pussy forever.â He compliments as you squirm in his hold. âYouâd let me, huh?â You shake your head frantically. âNo! Youâd drive..me crazy!â Payback is a mother, especially when Rioâs the one dishing it out. âWait, waitââYou whimper, clawing at his shoulders.
âWhat?â He cajoles. He almost wants to laugh at the distressed look on your face. âI want you.â You pout, trying to sweet-talk him.
âYou have me.â
âNot like this. Inside.â
âYeah? You sure?â
âMhm.â You swallow, watching as he fumbles around with his pants searching for a condom. He opens the golden foil packet with expert fingers, positioning himself in between your spread legs. âYou donât have any pointers for me now?â He drags his tip up and down your slit, slowly pushing his way further. Teasing. You shake your head. âNo. Just fuck me.â
âThat ainât polite. You gotta say please, mama.â You scowled, but he didnât budge. âPlease.â You pleaded with the sweetest tone you could muster, sighing as he gave in. You cursed at the stretch, him at the way you squeezed him. âYou feelâŚâ He couldnât find the words, so he buried his face in your neck, trying to gain some composure. You caressed the back of his neck sweetly. âYou feel good too, baby.â
His hips stuttered forward, and you gasped as he worked himself deeper. You grasp his shoulders tightly, your nails embedding themselves into the soft skin.
âYes!â You squeal.
âLike that?â He grits out, struggling to keep his rhythm.
âYes, just like that!â You cry, moaning as he pounds up into you. His lips find yours again, and itâs bliss. Then before you can stop yourself, youâre calling him Daddy like itâs his given name. He groans into your sweaty neck like heâs in pain.
âYouâre so nasty.â Overwhelmed and breathless, you whine your protest, âYouâre nasty. Look at what youâre doing to me.â His eyes shift to where youâre connected. Youâre creaming all over him and leaking down onto the couch, but you canât bring yourself to care about anything other than coming. You do just that, mewling as you make an even bigger mess between your legs. He whispers filthy things into your ear as he finishes, grunting at the way you seem to be sucking him in even deeper.
âThat wasââ
ââunreal.â
âYeah.â
Neither of you can bring yourself to move. Your sweat-covered skin sticks together. You swipe your hand against your forehead while he pants.
âI wanted to ride you at least once tonight, but after that, Iâll be lucky to make it to bed.â
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As Time Goes By...(Chapter One)
Post-blip (five or six months later)
A/N: This is my first time writing on this website or anything public really, I usually just write for me, please just bear with me if it looks or sounds janky. Also, thanks for taking the time to read. I deeply & wholeheartedly appreciate you. Enjoy!
Summary: I suck at them but, I'll give it a shot. You- the reader, are surprised by 'old' friends when they show up out of the blue, asking for your help on a mission. (This is just the sum for chap. 1)
Word count: 2,760
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem! reader
Warnings: Angst, swearing, ex-boyfriend jealousy...
The day was coming to an end, a small heatwave conjuring up a sweat as you wiped down your last table for the night. You blew out a breath, brushing back a sheen of perspiration with your forearm, watching the last customer walk out of the restaurant as the bell chimed above their head.
You never understood why people chose to sit inside when there were tables out on the sidewalk. It was hotter in here than out there, especially since the air conditioner had gone out just a few days prior and the fans above the tables were only circling the air inside. It was an actual oven, but they contended.
Your hightops heaved across the tile, dragging yourself with the sufficiency of a person who was only working because they had to. You kicked up the doorstop, pulling the door towards you with a small amount of goodwill and vigor to finish locking up, flipping the paper sign over from open to closed. It wasn't as if you hated your job. You thoroughly enjoyed the atmosphere of it all. It was the only person working the night shift job you hated with every fiber of your being. You weren't completely alone in the restaurant, having a few cooks and the owner to keep you company, especially on busy nights like the one you just had.
"I'm clocking out, Mrs. Turner!" You call out, reaching behind your back to untie the knot of your apron, pulling it up and off your neck once the ties came undone. Trudging back to the table, you picked up the disinfectant wipe and toss it in the bin, making your way to your boss's office before hanging up your apron on the hook. "Mrs. Turner...?" You murmur softly, poking your head in through the doorway, only to see her counting the profits for the day. "I'm heading home," You chime, pointing behind your shoulder with your thumb as she glances up at you.
"Alright, Honey," She beams, a bright smile pulling at her lips as her eyes meet yours. "I'll see you tomorrow then?"
Working for the Turners wasn't supposed to be a permanent job, in fact, it wasn't even your original plan, as opposed to the small favors you would complete now and then for the people that were willing to pay a pretty penny for your...services.
But you figured having a stable job was smarter and safer than the alternative. And the help wanted sign was very persuasive, due to the pretty colors and splashes of glitter. It looked like it was made by a child, which you later found out, was decorated by Mrs. Turner's seven-year-old. "Always." You accede, tapping the doorframe as your goodbye before parading into the breakroom to gather your things from the lockers.
You take your backpack off the hook and swing the strap over your shoulder before time punching your card and going straight through the back door. The sounds of the city hit your ears as the heavy door slammed behind you. Traffic honks and tires treading against the grain while you walk further into the busy streets of San Francisco.
As you were about to turn the corner, you were met with the sight of your friend's van, followed by a trumpet rendition of La Cucaracha. You grinned widely, gripping your strap tighter as you jog up the 1972 Ford Ecoline, aka Big Bertha. At least that's what you called it. "Luis!" You rejoice, resting your palms on the ledge. "What are you doing here?"
"Scotty sent me out for a few things," Luis answers, his hands gripping the steering wheel, his head turned to you. "I was just about to go when I saw you. Thought you might need a ride." He shrugs, a cute smile playing on his lips.
You nod, reciprocating the smile at his answer. "Yeah, if it's not too much trouble..." You drag, your voice hesitant, as if he didn't offer at all.
"Nah, get in." He gestures, beckoning you with a wave of his hand. "Your place is on the way," Luis loosens his seatbelt, reaching over to the passenger side to pull up the lock, opening the door for you.
You climb in, plopping down on the tufted leather seats as you pulled the door towards you, closing it shut. "Thanks, Lu," You breathe, dropping your backpack below your feet, then you fasten your seatbelt. "How is Scott, anyway?" You ask as Luis changes gears and presses the gas, the van rolls onto the street.
"Ehh...he's...he's alright, know what I'm sayin'?" He answers, glancing at you before focusing back on the road. "I mean, he missed like five years of his daughter's life. He's just trying to spend as much time with her to make up for years they both lost."
You nibble at the inside of your cheek, nodding softly in agreement as the city lights passed you by. There wasn't much you could say to that, having lost so many people yourself. People you considered family just...gone.
"Yo!" Luis pipes up, snapping you out of your train of thought. "Didja see the news today?!" He shakes his head, whistling at the thought. "I can't believe they would just give some random dude the shield like that, ya know?"
You drew in your bottom lip in contempt, nodding once again at Luis. You had seen the news, and they couldn't have picked a better time to broadcast. If it hadn't been for Mrs. Turner asking you in, you would've hunted Sam Wilson down and kicked his ass yourself.
The van rolled to a stop, brakes squealing as Luis pulled up beside your apartment. You sighed heavily, glancing at the small apartment you shared with your Ex-boyfriend. By the looks of the living room light illuminating behind the curtains, he was home, and you absolutely dreaded when he was. It wasn't as if you wanted to live with him, but you had no other alternative. Ever since dropping your side job, money was tighter, and he was kind enough to let you stay, just until you found a place. "Thanks again for the ride, Lu." You mumble, unclicking your seatbelt as you took hold of your backpack. "You didn't have to."
"Don't even mention it, Y/N," Luis reassures, watching you as you pull at the door handle, opening it to get out. "I know how hard it is to get back into the norm."
You shut the passenger door, shooting him a sympathetic smile. "I'll see you around?"
With a smile, Luis waves goodbye and drives off into the night, the exhaust pipe blowing smoke as he rode off. You shook your head, cracking a smile at the honk of his horn. You turned towards the front entrance of the apartment, your stomach twisting as your smile dropped completely. You swallowed thickly, rolling the tension from your shoulders to prepare yourself before jogging up the small flight of stairs.
You fished your keys from the front pocket of your backpack, taking a breath before shoving the key into the lock, twisting as you pushed the door open with your shoulder. "Joshua?!" You voiced, calling out your ex's name to make sure it was him. You dropped your belongings beside the door, pushing your sneakers off before kicking the door shut with your foot.
"Yeah, in here!" He responds quickly, a slight tremor to his tone.
You frown softly, tossing your keys into the bowl on the console table before sauntering to where his voice was emanating from. "Josh, are you...?" Your voice came to a halt, your footsteps stopping altogether as you walked into the living room.
"Hey!" Joshua exclaims once your figure comes into view. "You wanna explain who they are?" He presses, his face crossed with fear as he gestures to the two men sitting calmly on your living room couch.
You remained quiet, your body tense, eyes wide as your focus shifted between the men on the couch and your ex.
"Well...?" Joshua demands, crossing his arms over his chest, shifting in his stance at the unsettling glare one of the men was sending his way. "I was in the middle of hosting game night-as you can see, when they showed up," Josh drops his arms, hands splaying out to gesture to the coffee table consisting of five different dips, two bulk-sized bags of tortilla chips, and a twenty-four pack of Blue Moon beer. "The guys were just about to come over."
You take a deep breath, closing your eyes to refrain from any and all insults towards your ex. That explained why he was home. "Um..." You utter, pinching the bridge of your nose, "Fucking hell," You curse under your breath, eyes fluttering open to look at Joshua. "Josh," You begin, clearing your throat as you start with the man on the left. "They are Sam Wilson and..." You hesitate, eyes settling on the man to the right, his sight alone bringing back the memories that you swore you didn't want to remember. "James Barnes," You finish, ripping your eyes away from his baby blues to look at your ex. "Aka-"
"The Falcon and The Winter Soldier..." Joshua finishes for you, his eyes flashing with amazement, head whipping towards the guys. "Shit!" He curses, smiling widely like a kid in a candy store. "Can I get you guys anything? A plate? Beer?"
"Actually," You grunt, interrupting before Sam or Bucky could answer. "Can you give us a minute, Joshua?" Insisting while your foot tapped impatiently against the hardwood floor.
"Should I be worried?" He inquires, eyes filled with confusion as he looked between the three of you, trying to piece together the situation at hand. The main reason you and Joshua couldn't work it out was that you kept a lot of secrets, mostly from him. He didn't like the fact that you wouldn't let him in. Sure, you lied to him, the biggest lie being that you were an Avenger, but that was just to keep him safe. There were other reasons why you decided to split up as well. Joshua knew...he knew deep down you were just with him to pass the time. He could see it when he looked into your eyes. There was someone else in the reflection and it wasn't him. If he was honest with himself, he could admit that it did hurt him. That he wanted a chance to make it work with you, but with the way you were staring at James, he finally recognized that reflection.
He should've noticed it early on-like that day he had somehow convinced you to take a trip to D.C for a tour of the Captain America museum. You were hell-bent on not going, trying to make up some elaborate excuse or an alibi of sorts, but alas, you still went. And for some odd reason, you couldn't stop coming back to the Bucky Barnes portion.
"No," You reply, keeping it short to dismiss him.
Joshua's mouth set in a hard line, a foreign feeling forming in the pit of his stomach-jealousy. He never had to worry about it before, especially when his friends used to come over, back when you were still together. Except for that one time, but how could he blame them? You were the kind of person that listened, laughed at the jokes being made, could lend a hand when needed, and your looks were just a bonus in his book. "Uhm, yeah," He coughed, frowning softly while nodding his head at you. "I have to go pick up the pizza, anyway," Josh brushes past you, fetching his keys from the bowl while slipping on his Vans that sat up against the wall ledge that separated the front door from the living room. "Are you going to be okay?" He mumbles, glancing over his shoulder to look at you.
You shoot Josh a smile, nodding reassuringly, his footsteps approaching closer before stopping in front of you, the palm of his hand landing gently on your shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. "Let me know if you need anything, m'kay?" Josh's voice is soft, the concern in his eyes making you feel guilty. You knew he cared about you, and there wasn't a time where you'd catch him staring at you for far too long, but you were well past that. "I'm just a text away," He notes, waving his cell in his hand.
"Josh, I'll be fine," You sigh, stepping away from his touch, the sound of his hand hitting his jeans as it dropped from your shoulder. "I always am."
"Right," Josh nods, looking over at the men on the couch before gazing back at you. "I'll see you in a bit, bug." And with that, he turns, opens the front door, and steps out, shutting the wooden door behind him.
You close your eyes, the pet name Josh had coined for you making you sigh. He agreed to stop calling you that all together and it only made you feel that more guilty for ending things. "So..." You pipe up, opening your eyes as you turned to look at the guys. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"
"Bug?"
Bucky is the first to speak, his jaw clenched at the mere sound of the word. Indignant at the way Josh had touched you, even if it was just your shoulder. "I didn't know he knew you like that," Bucky flashes you a taut smile, nodding softly as he shared a look with Sam, but the falcon only shook his head. "How long have you been..." Bucky couldn't even finish the question, his glove-clad hands tightening at the thought of you being with somebody else...someone that wasn't him. Though, it was his own fault. If he hadn't done what he'd done-you'd have never found another.
"Wow," You scoff, padding closer to where they sat. "You don't miss a beat, do you? Just..." You sink into the sofa adjacent to the one they occupied. "-Right into the big stuff."
"I didn't bring you here to question her about her love life," Sam voices, his scolding eyes on the man beside him. "And she sure as hell isn't obligated to answer you, Bucky."
You smile gratefully at Sam before glancing down at your leg that had begun to bounce in anticipation. "What are you guys doing here? And how'd you find me?" You ask, tilting your head in curiosity as you look up at the guys. "When I resigned from the Avengers initiative, they ensured me that I wasn't able to be traced, not by your or any other remaining member. I was supposed to be scot-free," You declare, hitting your thigh with your fist.
"Oh, come on, Y/N," Sam chuckles, shaking his head at the naivety. "We both know that's a bunch of bullshit. The government is always going to have its eyes on us. Especially free agents like you and us."
You draw in your bottom lip, biting down, eyes flickering between Sam and Bucky. You knew it was too good to be true, and part of you sensed the bullshit when the government explained it to you. You just didn't want to believe it.
"You were an ex-assassin. How could they not keep tabs on your whereabouts?" Sam recounts, emphasizing that it was in the past. At least, that's what they thought. "And I had some help from Redwing as well." He shrugs nonchalantly.
You choke out a laugh, shaking your head at the smug demeanor emitting from Sam. "Redwing," You whisper, smiling thinly. "Of course, nothing could ever be hidden from your personal P.I, huh?"
"I hate that thing," Bucky grumbles, folding his arms across his chest. in annoyance. "Invasion of privacy, I'm telling you."
"You love redwing," Sam jokes, playfully jabbing Bucky's arm with his elbow, "It's okay Bucky, you can admit it."
"Can we get back to the issue here?" You interject, "Not one of you has explained the reason you're here. I mean, don't get me wrong, it's great to see you...one more than the other," You whisper that last part but, completely aware that Bucky could hear it. "But, you both showing up out of the blue...? That's almost a bad omen."
"I didn't ask him here, by the way," Sam acknowledges, raising his hands in defense, "I just want to get that out of the way. Bucky came because he wanted to. I'm here," Sam gestures to himself, "-For one reason and one reason only..."
"And what's that?" You ask, leaning forward in your seated position.
"I need your help, Y/N."
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Polin Week Day 4: Prompt - Jealousy
Touching A Live Wire
After dragging Colin by the arm through her and Eloise's flat with one hand, Penelope slams the door behind them with the other.
She folds her arms across her chest and looks him in the eye for the first time since they left her work party early. He'd looked apologetic, following her wordlessly to the car and remaining silent during the entire drive to the flat. Â
"You have five seconds to apologize."
Colin sighs, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his palms. "Penelope, this is a misunderstanding."
"Five," she starts counting.
"I didn't mean to say it that loud!"
Penelope's lips curl further in anger. "Four."
"Wait, let me explain why Iâ."
"Three," she interrupts, tapping her foot loudly on the floor.
Colin tilts his head at her. "Pen, this is ridiculous."
"Two."
"Can't we just sit down andâ." Pen opens her mouth, her lips forming the word one, but Colin looks alarmed and puts his hands out to stop her. "Fine, you're right. I'm sorry!"
Penelope breathes in relief. Despite the show she just put on, she didn't know what she would've done if she'd reached one. With Penelope's grade three students, she'd send them to the principal's office or write their names in the infraction book. But, Penelope didn't think those forms of punishment would've worked with Colin.
She moves her hands to her hips, pinning her gaze on him. "Sorry about what?"
"I'm sorry that I got a bit carried away."
"A bit carried away?" Penelope scoffs, causing him to flinch in guilt. "Colin, you yelled at my co-worker, "Penelope is too good for you," and then proceeded to knock over the punch bowl!"
"In my defense, whoever placed it there did a poor job. It was teetering on the edge of the table."
Penelope's jaw clenches. "I placed it on the table."
Colin's eyes go wide, adorably so, which she could appreciate more if she weren't so angry at him.
Well, she still does appreciate it a little. She's human, after all.
"Oh, then it was a lovely job!" Colin exclaims, trying to cover himself. "Perfect placement, angels in heaven would want you to be on punchbowl duty at every party."
"You think angels have parties?"
"No, of course not, but they host them. Can you imagine parties in heaven? Unlimited food, great entertainment, and you could dance with Pablo Picasso and Prince at the same time."
"You really think Picasso and Prince would run in the same social circles inâhey, don't distract me," she interrupts herself, pointing accusingly at him while biting back a grin. "I'm mad at you."
Colin takes a step forward, beginning to smirk. "Then why are you smiling?"
"It's an annoying side effect of being around you," Penelope explains grumpily. "But, I'm still angry."
Colin deflates. "I know. You  should be angry at me." He begins to pace, making Penelope worry that he's going to slip as she and Eloise just polished the floor yesterday. "I was way out of line. I shouldn't have yelled at your co-worker. It was disrespectful."
Penelope exhales, her anger beginning to fade, but confusion still causing her head to ache.
"I don't understand. Why did you yell that at him? And why did you spend the whole evening scowling at him and steering me away from him the entire time?"
Colin doesn't respond, looking down at his shoes. His behavior worries her, as Colin's never been one to avoid telling her something. His eyes are always open, full of honesty and understanding. But lately, they've been clouded.
The clouds are unsettling. Penelope misses the sun's warmth, and she can't take the chill anymore, especially because she doesn't know what prompted the weather change.
"You've been so unlike you the past few weeks," Penelope quickly says before she loses her nerve. "You've been off ever since he started working with me at the beginning of this month."
Colin shifts his feet. "No, I haven't."
"Yes, you have! Whenever I bring him up, you completely shut me out, you've avoided my attempts for you to meet him, and I caught you rolling your eyes when I was talking to him on the phone," she lists, furrowing her eyebrows. "What do you have against him?"
"Nothing."
"Colin, tell me."
He shrugs but with tense shoulders. "There's nothing to tell."
Penelope presses on, taking a step closer. "Obviously, you have something against him."
"No, I don't," he says, taking a step back.
She steps forward, feeling a rook on a chessboard that's slowly advancing on his pawn as he moves it backward one square at a time.
"Be honest."
"I am."
"No, you're not. I know you well enough to know when you're lying."
"PenelopeâŚ"
"Please, Colin, just tell me what's really got you soâ."
"He's into you!" Colin blurts out.
Penelope freezes, her rook stopping one square before her victory.
Colin grimaces at himself, taking a deep breath as if his words knocked the wind out of him.
"What?"
"He's into you," Colin repeats, his voice quieter than before. "I don't like the way he looks at you. He obviously wants something more than friendship."
Penelope knows she shouldn't, but she laughs. "That's absurd."
Colin's expression drops even further, beginning to frown. "Why is that absurd? "
"Because it's me. Why would he be interested in me?"
"Why wouldn't he be?"
Penelope narrows her eyes at him. "Colin, don't play dumb."
"I'm not. You're the one that's playing dumb."
"Excuse me?"
"Pen, you're intelligent, beautiful, funny, and kind," Colin describes, slowly raising his hands and placing them on her arms. There's something in his eyes as he speaks so vehemently, a gleam that sends a thrill through her body. "You're the perfect package. Who wouldn't want you?"
Something in his words causes her to pause, reassessing the entire evening. Once she does, seeing a supercut of Colin's reactions towards her co-worker and his behavior around the two of them, her mind reaches one conclusionâa conclusion which quickens her heartbeat.
However, it also inspires a newfound sense of motivation to stop tiptoeing at the edge of the cliff she's been on for years.
But, she has to make sure Colin is truly standing on the same cliff as her before jumping.
Penelope swallows nervously. "Alright, let's say you're right and that I'm the perfect packageâ."
"You are."
"Ok, let's say that I am," Penelope agrees, taking a deep breath before crafting her following words. "So, why shouldn't he like me?"
"It's not that he shouldn't like you because, of course, he should. Butâhe shouldn't," Colin blabbers, getting a cute crinkle in between his brows as he struggles to explain himself adequately, which only fuels her wonderful but terrifying theory. "Because⌠he'sâthat guy is not right for you. "
Penelope inches closer, so her chest brushes against his body. He intakes a sharp breath, and she has to restrain herself from doing the same thing, knowing the gravity of this momentâof getting this exactly right.
"But I'm the perfect package, so I'm perfect for him, right?"
"NoâI mean, yes, he'd be lucky to have you. But that doesn't mean you should be with him." His eyes flicker to her chest, and back up at her eyes, and back to his shoes, his face becoming more red with each passing second. "Heâhe has a horrible laugh, he likes Star Trek over Star Wars, and he took way more than his share of the cheese platterâ."
"Those reasons are inconsequential. You know they are."
Colin opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. So, Penelope raises one of her hands, moving up his arm and to his neck.
The path of Penelope's fingertips creates a live wire, causing his skin to brim with electricity everywhere she touches. Â But, it doesn't shock her. Instead, she's part of the electrical current and feels a hum of energy in her palm that his touch provides.
"So, there must be another reason you don't want me to be with him," Penelope continues, forcing her voice not to shake. "Right?"
"No," he shakes his head after a few beats.
She bites her lip, trying to hold on to hope. "Really, there's not one reason?"
"UmâŚno?"
Penelope sighs, dropping her hands from his neck, feeling stupid. How foolish was she to think ahead of herself like this? Clearly, Colin's answer was not what she predicted. Just like always, she got carried away in romantic notions, as she always seemed to, when Colinâs around.
"Ok," she says, clearing her throat. Colin frowns at the sudden distance, but Penelope can't see his expression as she's closing her eyes to try and banish the inclination to cry. "I know, it's been a long day, so let's forget it. I think I shouldâ."
Penelope doesn't get to answer. Because, suddenly, Colin swoops forward, his hands cupping her cheeks and his lips crashing onto hers.
If touching his skin created a live wire, kissing Colin makes a high electricity voltage, one strong enough to power an entire city.
Colin's lips brush against her softly, but there's a desperate edge to it, one akin to the desperation she feels as she clutches the collar of his jacket and pulls him closer.
When Colin breaks apart for a breath, he rests his forehead on hers.
"I was jealous," he whispers.
Penelope pulls her head back a little so that she can meet his eyes. "What?"
"That's why I didn't want you to be with him, because I want you to be with me," Colin confesses, pursing his lips. "I know that's immature. I'm sorry. You should be with whoever you want to be with, even if it's not me. It's my fault that I was too much of a coward untilâOw!" He abruptly yelps, looking down at his arm, which Penelope just pinched. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing," Penelope ducks her head, the corners of her lips twitching into a smile. "I was just checking to make sure you weren't an illusion."
Colin smiles in the incandescent way that made Penelope fall in love with him in the first place. He tips her chin up, forcing her to meet his bright eyes filled with an emotion that wraps around her heart and squeezes it.
"I'm real, I'm very much real," Colin assures, his thumb skimming her cheek. "I'll prove it to you."
He closes the distance between them again. But, Penelope is the one to deepen the kiss. She feels a wave of heat run through her at Colin's moan. Also, she experiences a surge of confidence, proud that she was the one to elicit such a glorious sound.
Penelope wraps her arms around her neck, finding it slightly annoying that he's so tall, as she has to lean up on her toes to kiss him. Colin must sense her struggle, quickly amending the issue by swiftly raising her into the air.
But, as her legs sweep up as she's taken into his arms, she accidentally kicks the bowl that holds her and Eloise's apartment keys off of the table.
It crashes loudly onto the floor, the ceramic breaking into multiple tiny pieces.
Colin and Penelope's lips break from each other's, looking down at the mess near her feet. Then, for a moment, neither of them say anything, only staring at the floor.
"WellâŚat least there was no punch in there this time," Colin says, sidestepping the broken pieces of the bowl.
Penelope laughs, smiling against his lips as she pulls him in for another kiss.
While she has a lot of explaining to do about the dramatic scene the two of them caused when she shows up at work tomorrow and will have to answer Eloise about the broken bowl, she can't find it in herself to care.
When he opens his eyes briefly, looking at her and moving a strand of hair behind her ear, she no longer sees clouds. Instead, she only sees the sun, and she wants to bask in its glow forever.
Penelope knows how idealistic that thought is, but as Colin begins kissing down her neck after moving them to the couch, she thinks it's quite a reasonable notion.
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