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🔥❄️🥀One Look Could Kill, My Pain, Your Thrill

Pairing: Hanzo Hasashi/Kuai Liang Length: 4455 Words Rating: Explicit 🔞 Warnings: Dom/Sub, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Blow Jobs, Deepthroating, Blindfolds, Oral Sex, Orgasm delay/denial, Nipple clamps, Bratty Sub, Sending nudes, Nude photos, Face slapping, Rough sex, Rough oral sex, BDSM, Restraints, Bondage, Spitting, Enemies with benefits, Slight praise kink, Aftercare, Biting, Marking, Begging, Kuai is a little shit, Kuai really living up to the name SUB Zero here SubScorp Week Day 4: Lust

SubScorp Week 2021 Masterlist - Hatefuck Masterlist

Notes: Given the response to the last porn oneshot I posted all I have to say is this fandom is relentlessly horny... so, y'know. This is set in the same timeline as two other fics I've written, "Hatefuck" and "Poison", though you don't need to have read them really. All you need to know is by this point Kuai and Hanzo have established an "enemies with benefits" relationship. Tomorrow brings more smut, of a softer and more gentle kind, so if hardcore bdsm isn't your thing and you want some porn with feelings tomorrow is your day :) Title is from "Poison" by Alice Cooper, yes I did just write a fic to this song a few weeks ago but it's too good not to further use lyrics from.

With all the work he had to do as Grandmaster, Kuai Liang had very little free time so to speak of. It felt like he was constantly on the go. So when he got a moment with nothing to do, it was like suddenly loosing all sense of purpose.

And that led to extreme boredom.

He lay back on his bed, staring up at the ceiling with a frown. It was a strange feeling, being bored. He hated to admit it, but he almost hoped someone would be stupid enough to lead an attack on the Lin Kuei just so he would have something to do.

He reached for his phone, figuring he'd text Johnny to just get some form of interaction. He did a double take when he noticed he'd had a message from Hanzo he'd missed. It was unusual for Hanzo to text him, usually his enemy-with-benefits would call him instead. He clicked it.

[Hanzo said: I am currently in a meeting about Takeda joining a special forces team that Johnny is setting up and it is the most asinine meeting I've ever had the misfortune of being in.]

Kuai raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly though a little bit confused as to why Hanzo was texting him about this. They weren't exactly friends, no matter the uneasy truce between their clans and amazing sex they kept having. Granted Kuai liked to think they weren't quite enemies anymore, rivals was feeling more appropriate lately, but the moniker of enemies-with-benefits had stuck for now. Maybe he'd talk to Hanzo about upgrading their relationship slightly at some point. Rivals-with-benefits had just as nice a ring to it, in his opinion.

[Kuai Liang said: Sucks to be you, then, doesn't it?] [Kuai Liang said: Why are you texting me about this?] [Hanzo said: Because if I don't text someone I'm going to start murdering people and you are the only person in my phone who isn't currently in the room with me.] [Kuai Liang said: I see. What can I do to help then?] [Hanzo said: I don't know, send me something to distract me.]

Kuai sat up, staring at his phone. Distract him? How? He looked away from his phone and glanced around his room looking for ideas. When Kuai had fuck-all to do himself he wasn't entirely sure what he could talk about to distract him. His phone vibrated again, only this time it wasn't Hanzo but Johnny texting him.

[Johnny said: Out of curiosity, are you the person Grandmaster Grumpy Face is texting?] [Kuai Liang said: Yes. He is. He wants me to distract him. Have no idea how.] [Johnny said: Eh, you could send him something so out there it completely throws him off guard? Serve him right for texting when he should be paying attention. 😡]

Kuai considered this, wilfully ignoring Johnny's hypocrisy. What could I send to make him loose his nerve? His eyes landed on his set of draws, eyes widening and a smirk coming across his face when he remembered a certain item that he knew would keep Hanzo's attention. He sauntered over, slipping off his clothes as he approached. Naked now, he opened the drawer and pulled out the trusty pair of lace stockings. He wasted no time in putting them on, and making his way back to his bed.

He lay back on the bed, grabbing his phone and opening up the camera. He brought his leg up to his chest, hooking his arm over his knee. He held out his phone, low enough to tease but not enough to reveal all. He threw a peace sign for the hell of it as he hit the button. Uncurling himself, he checked the photo, smirking at it. Oh, this is going to distract him alright. First he clicked back to Johnny.

[Kuai Liang said: Right, I am about to send him something. 😈 Please send me a detailed play back of his reaction, because I have a feeling he will not be texting me again for the rest of this meeting.] [Johnny said: Okay dokey!]

He flicked back to Hanzo, found the photo and hit send. Resting his arm behind his head, he felt a strange vindictive pride in what he'd just done. Seconds later Johnny texted again.

[Johnny said: HOLY FUCK DUDE!] [Johnny said: WTF did you just send him??? That reaction was AMAZING!] [Johnny said: He was mid-drink when he got it, so he ended up spitting his drink everywhere, then choking, and now he's trying to regain semblance of composure by fanning himself.] [Johnny said: My dude I have never seen him that red before holy shit.] [Kuai Liang said: Mwahahaha 😈😈😈 My work here is done!] [Johnny said: Holy fuck, thank you so much, you've made my day.] [Johnny said: I need to know what you sent!] [Kuai Liang said: Ah, just something I know won't leave his head for hours ☺️] [Johnny said: Wait. omg!] [Johnny said: DID YOU SEND HIM A FUCKING NUDE?] [Kuai Liang said: 😇😇😇] [Johnny said: HOLY FUCK YOU DID OMFG YOU ABSOLUTE MAD MAN!] [Kuai Liang said: Hey it was a tasteful nude, give me some credit Jonathan.] [Johnny said: This explains why he's now crossing his legs 😂😂😂] [Kuai Liang said: 😂😂😂] [Kuai Liang said: If you could text me when the meeting is almost over, I'd appreciate the warning, since I believe I'll have a visit from him the second he's dismissed and I'd like to be prepared 🙃] [Johnny said: Will do!]

Kuai tried to stop his cackling but it wasn't easy. The image of Hanzo sitting red faced and crossed legged was just too funny to him. As he suspected, he didn't get a reply from the Shirai Ryu grandmaster. And it was only a few minutes later that he got another text from Johnny.

[Johnny said: Meeting coming to an end. Prepare for impact.] [Kuai Liang said: Thank you ☺️] [Johnny said: Good luck!]

Kuai smirked at the message, placing the phone down on the bedside cabinet. He settled down, trying to get into as seductive a pose he possibly could. It was only moments later that a tornado of flame materialised in front of his bed, dying down to reveal a very unamused looked Hanzo.

"Nice of you to drop by, Grandmaster Hasashi," Kuai purred, delighting in just how red Hanzo's face was.

"You are the worst person I know," Hanzo growled, and Kuai had to bite his lip to stop himself from laughing in the mans face.

"Aw, did you not appreciate my gift?" Kuai teased, a strange pride overcoming him when he saw Hanzo's eyes narrow. "You asked for a distraction, not my fault you didn't specify how to do that."

"I didn't think I'd have to specify not to send me a nude photograph of yourself while I'm in a fucking meeting." Hanzo crossed his arms. He was angry yes, but Kuai could tell it was the kind of anger born of sexual frustration that only he could inflict upon the ex-wraith.

"So I can send you nude photographs when you're not in a meeting?" Kuai said, seeing Hanzo's eye twitch at his blatant attempt to miss the point. "Well, clearly I've upset you," Kuai started, spreading his legs a little, feeling accomplished when Hanzo's gaze was fixed between them. "Maybe I can make it up to you, I mean that-" Kuai pointed at Hanzo's crotch, his erection clearly visible through his clothes, "looks like something I can help with."

Hanzo mouth quirked, before he held up a single finger, gesturing for Kuai to come towards him. Kuai bit the inside of his cheek, slowly crawling across his bed, until he was at the edge. Hanzo took a few steps forward, reaching to grasp Kuai around the throat. Tight enough to be a warning, but not to cause any damage or effect his breathing.

"How many times do I have to teach you not to tease me?" He snarled, giving a quick squeeze and loosening his grip again.

"Hm, I think it's going to take at least one more lesson," Kuai claimed, enjoying the way Hanzo rolled his eyes.

Hanzo released his grip on Kuai's throat, reaching for the headband he was wearing instead. He untied it, holding the yellow piece of fabric in his hand. He then grabbed Kuai's wrists, tightly binding it around them. Once his hands were bound, Hanzo reached to tangle his fingers in Kuai's hair, tilting his head up. He lent down to claim Kuai's lips, the kiss rough and possessive and when Hanzo drew away there was a line of saliva between them.

"I'll put you in your place," Hanzo muttered, a promise Kuai knew the other man would deliver on. That didn't mean he wasn't going to push his luck as far as he could.

"Hm, and which porn film did you borrow that line from?" He questioned. Hanzo sharply yanked his hair, causing Kuai to giggle.

"You never learn do you?" Hanzo let go of Kuai's hair, and instead walked away. Hanzo stalked over to a set of drawers, opening it up while seeking out the secret compartment within, where Kuai kept his secret sex toy stash, away from the prying eyes of nosy students. Hanzo muttered to himself as he sorted through the assorted toys and tools within.

Kuai watched with interest to see what Hanzo was choosing. Hanzo placed the bottle of lube on the top of the drawers, before he pulled out a blindfold and nipples clamps and put the drawer back in its proper place. Kuai couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, it seemed a little lacking, he knew he had far more heavy duty items in there. He had a feeling Hanzo had more up his sleeves that he was not yet revealing.

Hanzo was suddenly besides him, the blindfold, lube and clamps in hand. He placed the lube and blindfold down on the bed. Fingers pinched one of Kuai nipples, and Kuai suppressed a moan as the first clamp was put on. Hanzo observed Kuai's face for a few minutes, clearly trying to assess if it was too uncomfortable. After deciding it wasn't, he reached for the other nipple, securing the second clamp in place too. They stung a little, but it was a good sting, even more so when Hanzo curled the little chain attached to them around his finger and gently tugged them.

Hanzo reached over for the blindfold, covering Kuai's eyes with it and plunging his world into darkness. Unable to see, he could only focus on the sound of Hanzo shuffling and the sting on his nipples. Still this all seemed very tame so far, and Kuai was still on edge of what Hanzo could possibly be planning for him.

He felt Hanzo grab his bound wrists, pulling him forward and off the bed. "On your knees," he commanded. Kuai attempted to, clinging to Hanzo's arms for balanced as he did. He folded his legs under himself, not bothered by the cold stone floor beneath him.

He heard more rustling, and the sound of something metal hitting the floor. Seconds later, a hand stroked his cheek, while he felt something being pushed against is lips. He smirked slightly, knowing exactly what it was.

"Open your mouth," Hanzo demanded yet again. Seeing an opportunity to continue being a little shit, Kuai refused to follow the order. The hand on his cheek drew away, before it roughly slapped him across the face. Kuai laughed, even as his cheek grew sore. The hand roughly grabbed his chin, once more something was being pushed against his lips. "Open."

Kuai continued to resist the order, making sure his mouth was tightly clamped shut. Hanzo gave a frustrated growl, as a hand clamped over Kuai's nose cutting off the airway. The other hand was digging into his jaw, trying to pry it open. Kuai knew he could have breathed shallowly through his teeth but he figured he'd pissed Hanzo off enough for now. He opened his mouth, immediately feeling Hanzo's cock being fed inside. Kuai choked slightly, but was thankful when Hanzo finally let go of his nose. He took a few breaths to adjust.

"That wasn't so hard was it?" Hanzo remarked, thrusting his cock further into Kuai's mouth. Kuai closed his lips around it, running his tongue along the length. He heard Hanzo groan, both hands now grabbing the back of his head. "You're a lot less frustrating to deal with when you've got your mouth full and can't talk back."

Kuai gave a low moan in protest, cut off when Hanzo's cock hit the back of his throat. Hanzo held him there for a while, before pulling back. The next thrust was a lot more powerful and almost caught Kuai off guard. Before he managed to prepare himself, he found Hanzo was once more pulling away before driving back in. He slowly started to get used to it as Hanzo began a fast but steady rhythm. Sucking as Hanzo was thrusting in, he occasionally lapped his tongue against the shaft and but for the most part Kuai did his best to just ride it out.

Hanzo began to push in further, Kuai relaxing his throat so he didn't choke. He felt his nose push against Hanzo's pelvis, Hanzo's hands keeping Kuai's head still as he swallowed around Hanzo's cock. Eventually Hanzo let go, allowing Kuai to pull away and spit Hanzo's cock from his mouth. He took several deep breaths, feeling spit and precum drip from his lips and down his chin.

Hanzo grabbed his jaw again, and must have bent down to be level with him if the hot breath hitting his face was to go by. The other hand was on one of the clamps, twisting it and making Kuai squirm in place.

"Are you ready to start behaving?" Hanzo asked with a snarl.

Kuai's mouth quirked into a small smile. He wasn't ready to behave, wanted to keep goading Hanzo on until the other man fucked him so hard he would be completely wrecked. Besides if he didn't want Hanzo to be so rough, if he wanted to quit at any point, there was a set of words he could use. Between them they'd only had to use them a handful of times, and right now he had no need.

So, his answer came in the form of him spitting in the general direction of Hanzo's voice. He wasn't sure he'd hit his target, but given the disgusted sound Hanzo made he assumed he'd accomplished his goal. Hanzo's hands let go of him, before delivering another slap across his face.

"Very well, you brought this on yourself."

Hanzo grabbed him around the waist, hauling him off the floor. He was practically thrown back onto the bed, letting out a small "oof" as he hit his mattress with enough force he bounced slightly on it. He squirmed, trying to sit himself up until he felt a hand grabbing his wrists and pinning them above his head. Hanzo fiddled with the bonds for a minute, before finally letting go. Kuai tried to pull his hands back down, only to tug and find them now tied to his headboard.

Hanzo's hands trailed down his torso, stopping at his nipples to once more pull on the clamps and make him arch his back. They were let go, he could feel fingers delicately trace his abs. No doubt Hanzo was admiring having someone so strong so helpless before him. Hands reached his hips, a single finger running along his cock. Then those warm hands were on the inside of his thighs, pushing them apart. Hanzo stroked his muscles through the lace, giving an appreciative hum.

"God, your bratty behaviour is worth putting up with just for the sight of you in these stockings." The hands squeezed down, and then let go.

There were a few moments where there was nothing, all Kuai could hear was the sound of his own breathing. Then he heard a pop, before something that sounded wet. Next thing he knew, something slick with lube was pushing against his entrance. He gasped as a finger slowly slid inside. He shuddered, feeling Hanzo's free hand pushing down on his hip to keep him still. The finger pushed in as far as it could go, feeling around inside before being pulled back. A second finger joined it this time, Kuai gave a hiss at Hanzo's impatience but it didn't really hurt.

Hanzo twisted his fingers, using them to search for something. They pressed against a certain spot, and Kuai felt a jolt of pleasure letting out a moan. Hanzo gave a low chuckle, as his fingers continued to probe at his prostate. He trembled, Hanzo's fingers rubbing in circles. Without sight, all he could do was focus on the maddening sensation. The fingers retreated slightly, only to this time be joined by a third upon reentry. They immediately sort out that same spot, that sensation now joined with the feeling of being stretched.

The fingers slipped out. There was another wet squirt, before he felt his legs being lifted and hooked over Hanzo's shoulders. And then there was something else, hard and hot, pressing up against his entrance. He whined as Hanzo's cock slowly opened him up. Kuai's hands strained against his restraints, feeling Hanzo's weight pushing down on him as his legs were pushed further up to a point they were just about touching his torso.

Soon the pushing stopped, Kuai feeling Hanzo's pelvis resting against his ass. There was a long moment, presumably Hanzo was letting Kuai get used to the feeling. Finally Hanzo pulled back, before slowly entering again. Kuai whimpered, it wasn't like Hanzo to be so slow. Was this Hanzo's way of getting revenge? Because it wasn't like Kuai found slowness as torturous as Hanzo did.

It was after a couple more thrusts where Hanzo finally managed to hit his prostate that Kuai realised what he'd been doing. Kuai moaned involuntarily, and the dark chuckle that came from Hanzo revealed that might have been a mistake. Before Kuai could even think about complaining, Hanzo jerked his hips back and drove back in with such force there was an audible slap. There was no reprieve, a constant onslaught of thrusts straight into his prostate, and every time it hit Kuai could not stop the noises escaping his mouth. He was suddenly very glad that the walls of the temple were quite thick. If any of his students heard the lewd noises he was making he wasn't sure he could look them in the eyes ever again.

"What's wrong, Kuai Liang? Where's all that bravado gone, hm?" Hanzo mocked between his laboured breathes and grunts. Kuai wanted to reply, wanted so bad to make some smart remark, but completely in the dark with only the sensation of being penetrated he could barely come up with a single word.

"F-fuck you," was about the most eloquent thing he could get out of his mouth, that wasn't an incomprehensible noise of pleasure.

"Fuck me? No, I think you'll find I'm fucking you," Hanzo chuckled, giving a particularly hard thrust that practically had Kuai screaming.

Kuai could feel his orgasm fast approaching, every time Hanzo drove into his body he felt himself approaching the edge. He was at breaking point, just a few more seconds and...

Hanzo came to a stop.

"W-What?" Kuai blinked behind the blindfold, the fabric soaking up the tears that had been forming in his eyes. "Why did you stop? W-What's going on?"

"Close, weren't you, hm?" There was a harsh yank on the nipple clamps, and Kuai jolted. "But bad boys don't get to cum and I don't think you've earned the right yet."

Kuai's eyes widened. He knew that Hanzo had to have something else lined up but this was the last thing he'd expected. He'd pulled orgasm denial on Hanzo a few times, but he never imagined the situation to ever be flipped like this. Hanzo was not patient enough in the bedroom. Or at least, that's what he'd thought.

"You've got to be kidding me," Kuai got out through gritted teeth. He yanked on his restraints again. "Move!"

"No," Hanzo claimed, pulling on the clamps again. "Not until I think you've learned your lesson."

Kuai gave a frustrated huff, squirming in an attempt to fuck himself on Hanzo's cock. All that accomplished was Hanzo pushing down on him more, now completely doubled over himself, and trapped under Hanzo's weight. He could feel Hanzo's hot breath on his face again.

"Bastard," Kuai growled under his breath. Attempting to twist out of Hanzo's grip but getting nowhere. "Shirai Ryu dog!"

"Lin Kuei scum," Hanzo countered, before cutting anymore of Kuai's complaints off with a kiss. Kuai trembled, uncomfortable from both the position he was in and the damned cock in his ass that wasn't fucking doing anything. Hanzo pulled his tongue out just before Kuai could bite down on it in retaliation. "You want to cum, then you're going to have to start begging, snowflake, because until you start showing me respect you will get nothing."

"Fuck you!" Kuai growled again, "fuck you! Fuck you! Fucking fuck me you coward!"

Kuai's hopes that the insult would relight the fire of Hanzo's anger were dashed when all Hanzo did in return was laugh.

He felt the heat of Hanzo's breath hit his ear as the man nibbled his lobe. A low whisper rumbled "beg for it."

Kuai closed his eyes, taking a few deep breathes, "please, Hanzo, let me cum."

"That was a request, not begging," Hanzo muttered, pressing a kiss to the side of Kuai's neck, "request denied. Now beg. I know you can."

Kuai whimpered as Hanzo grazed his teeth over a sensitive area. Begging. Kuai could do that, knew enough of Hanzo's preferences to know exactly how to do so to his liking. He bit his lip, opened his eyes despite that doing nothing.

"Please, Master," he started, Hanzo giving an approving moan into his neck from the use of such a title. "I'm sorry for being a brat, thank you for taking time to teach my my place. Please let me cum Master, I'll be better for you."

"For only me?" Hanzo snarled, mouth now grazing a familiar spot upon Kuai's body where a particular scar that matched Hanzo's teeth lay. A scar that would no doubt be reopened before this was done.

"Yes, only you, I'll only ever be yours Master, no one else could ever fuck me like you do." He felt relief when Hanzo finally rolled his hips.

"Good boy," he whispered, and those words alone brought a strangled whine from Kuai's lips.

Hanzo began thrusting again, softly as first, but it didn't take long for him to rock back into that same brutal pace from before. Kuai was close again, so close.

"Han- Master," he corrected, "please, I'm going to-"

"Cum for me," Hanzo demanded, "cum for the only person who can fuck you this good." Finally an order that Kuai was more than happy to oblige.

His orgasm was sudden, practically screaming himself hoarse with it as he felt a wetness over his stomach. In the dark of the blindfold all the could see was little pinpricks of light as all his other sense went into override. So overwhelmed he barely noticed how he clenched around Hanzo's cock and the mans teeth sunk into that spot on his neck. He only registered what was happening when there was a final thrust, Hanzo's cock far in as it could go and the sudden feeling of being filled with warmth.

In his daze, he felt Hanzo withdraw, his nipples finally being freed from the clamps, and next thing he knew a hand was hooking under the blindfold and slipping it free. He blinked a couple of times, readjusting to the light as his hands were freed. He finished blinking, staring up at Hanzo.

"Do you need anything?" Hanzo questioned, and as Kuai opened his mouth to speak, he realised how sore his throat was.

"Water," he croaked out. Hanzo gave a nod and was off.

He waited a few seconds before he went to push himself to sit as he heard the tap running. He winced at a sharp pain from his backside as he moved. Still he managed to get himself upright enough to slump against the headboard. Hanzo came back in, glass of water and what looked like a pill of some kind.

"I figure you might need some ibuprofen as well," he mumbled, appearing almost embarrassed by that fact.

"Aw, sounds like you're worried about me," Kuai giggled, Hanzo just rolled his eyes as he held out the two items. As Kuai went to take the glass, he noticed how hard his hands were shaking. "Oh," he muttered, offering Hanzo a sheepish smile. Hanzo instead gave Kuai the tablet, which he put in his mouth, before holding the glass to Kuai's lips. Kuai drank enough to wash down the tablet, and a couple more gulps for good measure before Hanzo pulled it away. "Thank you."

Hanzo nodded, placing the glass down on the bedside cabinet before sitting on the bed next to Kuai. The Lin Kuei grandmaster instinctively rested his head on Hanzo's shoulder. His neck stung from where Hanzo had yet again laid his mark.

"You really have to stop opening that bite wound," Kuai mumbled, "one of these days it's going to get infected."

"I won't let it get infected," Hanzo confidently declared and Kuai laughed slightly.

"You sound like you're going to try beat up an infection," Kuai said in disbelief, Hanzo just huffing in response. "Maybe mark me somewhere else next time? The other side of my neck. My shoulder. My thighs."

"I will keep that in mind," Hanzo stated as an arm wrapped around Kuai Liang's shoulders protectively. A soft gesture for people who were meant to be enemies with benefits.

They sat in a comfortable post amazing sex silence for a few minutes, so peaceful Kuai could feel his eyes start to droop, exhaustion coming to finally claim him. This had definitely been one way to cure his boredom, that was for sure.

"I'm keeping the photo, by the way," Hanzo announced before Kuai could fall asleep.

"You'd better, I'll be offended if you delete it," he mumbled half asleep. "Am I going to have to send you more at some point?"

"I would... appreciate that," Hanzo admitted, his embrace tightening slightly. "Just please don't send anymore of them when I'm in meetings."

Kuai smiled against Hanzo's skin, "fair enough."

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Naruhina - Save My Soul -NH2020

For Naruhina2020 March (Bodyguard AU) and April (Celebrity AU)

A/n: Re-posting this long oneshot after major edits. I’d blundered previously when I posted this with huge chunks of old drafts attached at the end, smh. If you have read this story before, please ignore this post.

Rating: Mature

Warning: Modern AU with RTN Hinata and RTN Naruto

Hinata knew how some people have fetishes. She never thought she had one. Until that moment.

Wait. Would it still count as a fetish if she found that particular body part extremely sexy and distracting on only one specific person?

Sitting in the back seat of her chauffeur driven customised Maybach, Hyuuga Hinata could not take her eyes off of the large manly hands of her bodyguard who was sitting in the front passenger seat. Her nipples puckered and rubbed against the lace of her bra under the short black dress, as flashes of those very same hands skimming over her body, played through her mind. Especially how his long fingers had pinched and thrust into parts of her anatomy that had made her scream and tremble in toe curling pleasure. Involuntarily, her thighs clenched together at the reminder.

She had to force herself to look away from the man who was absolutely unaware of how his mere presence was wreaking havoc on her mind and body. Not even the constant chatter of her relatively new, chirpy assistant Matsuri, who was sitting right beside her, could pull her thoughts away from the self destructing path she was seemingly on.

Get over it, get over him, she told herself.

Uzumaki Naruto did not want her. He had made it clear. That one particular night, exactly nine days back, had been etched, engraved and embossed into her brain, was supposedly a slip-up on his part. A rare moment of weakness, was how he’d labelled it.

He was her bodyguard. Nothing more, nothing less.

So why did her body yearn for him? Had she imagined the explosive chemistry they had shared in bed? Was she not his type?

The whole world assumed that being a young famous singer-songwriter, she had more men in her life than she could handle. But little did they know that all through her existence, she had been left sorely disappointed by the men who truly meant something to her.

As soon as she entered her suite at the hotel, she flung her crystal studded killer heels to the side and made a beeline for the well stocked mini bar.

She had only had a few cocktails at the lavish and exclusive birthday bash of a world renowned, award winning artist, at his sprawling mansion in the outskirts of the city. Usually, she preferred to be in control of her senses at these events. She absolutely hated the idea of other people witnessing her in a weak moment.

It was probably one of the very few traits she had inherited from her now-estranged father. Her already precarious relationship with her only living conservative parent blew into smithereens when she decided to pursue her dreams.

But that topic was a terribly sore spot for her, and she did not even want to think about it. The only thing she wanted was to drink herself to numbness, now that she was back in the security of her room. Just so that, she could stop feeling unwanted and unrequited emotions and just drift off to sleep.

She could hear Naruto stepping inside the suite, but she willed herself to not glance back at him. He would sleep on the sofa bed in the living room like he had done the night before.

He had been hired by her label’s President to protect her. After she had, apparently, irked quite a few psychopathic, batshit crazy fangirls of the famous rockstar Sabaku Gaara. Just because they had casually dated for a few months last winter. They went especially haywire when the man had written an entire song about her and had openly admitted to it in an interview.

Their relationship ended prematurely, but the threats became progressively scarier and outrightly morbid. That’s when Naruto was taken on board from an elite security organization. He was to protect her, accompany her everywhere for the foreseeable future and always stay within reach.

Lucky her.

Hinata picked out a small bottle of red wine on impulse and carried it to her room. She shed down to her lacy underthings and poured out a generous amount of the merlot into a bulbous glass.

Taking it to her ensuite bathroom, she began wiping off her makeup in preparation for bed. The process had become so common for her, she was lost in her musings while doing a perfect job of stripping her face bare.

Refilling her glass again, she lifted it to her lips, when it was snatched away. The harsh tug of Naruto’s fingers made her gasp and spill some wine on her chest. She had not seen him enter her private bathroom.

“What the fuck are you doing?!”, she snapped at him. “You spilled wine on me!”

His gaze flickered to her wet cleavage before he looked away. With his jaws clenched, he poured the drink into the sink and looked at her with a less than pleasant expression.

“You should know better than to drink irresponsibly. Matsuri has already reminded you that you have an early morning meeting with Mr. Senju. The last thing you need is a hangover.”, he uttered those words with a straight face. He tried his best to seem unaffected.

She forced a smile on her face. “I can’t sleep without getting myself drunk. Unless you can think of another way to tire me out. That might just help.”

She was shamelessly coming on to him, but at this point she could care less. Or it was probably just plain ol’ liquid courage.

“Go to bed, and count sheep, for all I care.”, his voice was steady but she could see the inkling of desire in his azure eyes.

She wanted to egg him on, and brought her hands to the front clasp of her bra. “Oh, come on, help me out a bit. Just one more time.”, she was almost playfully begging him now. And she knew she would take whatever he would throw at her. It probably went against feminist ideals, but she was never this weak for another man. She needed him like no one else. Why did he not get that?

“Don’t you want me again?”, she propositioned him and unhooked the wet lace bra to tempt him further.

But before he could get an eyeful for her naked heaving chest, he turned around to walk out of her bathroom. She could only laugh, while her heart squeezed painfully inside at his outright rejection.

“You’re such a pussy!”, she commented mockingly to goade him further.

And lo, behold, it made him stall at the door. His fists were clenched at his sides, but he did not retaliate with words. Just when she felt a sliver of doubt that he would walk away, he swung around and marched over to her, capturing her burgundy stained lips under his hungry ones.

She moaned audibly at the surge of passion in their liplock, it positively made her giddy. His hands pulled and pressed her body against his, before cupping her perky round bottom and lifting her up against him.

Hinata squealed into the kiss at the sudden change of altitude, but she did not dare break away from him. She needed him so badly that she grasped at his short hair desperately to gain leverage and rub her core against his hardening length.

She heard him groan out loudly and then he pulled away from her lightly bruised, swollen lips, as he joined their foreheads and continued what she had started. Holding her from her bottom, he pushed her against the nearest wall and started thrusting upwards for some desperately needed friction. The silk of her panty was really thin and flimsy, and the ridges of his jeans gliding over her most sensitive point was delicious.

“Yes!”, she cried out. “Naruto… Please!! Don’t stop…!!”

Her hoarse pleading made him curse out loud. Abruptly, he her away from the wall. But instead of taking her to the bedroom like she had expected, he stepped into the large glass walled shower.

Unceremoniously, Naruto pulled the tap handle and the shower sprayed them with really cold water. She screamed as the icy water fell on her skin, instantly cutting off the heat of their encounter.

“F*ck! What the hell?!”, she scrambled out of his grip and out from the chill of the water. “What was that for?”

The cold spray had drenched Naruto, by the time he turned the supply off.

“That was me trying to act on the shred of rationality left in me.”, Naruto said seriously while rubbing a hand across his hair. She shivered and wrapped her arm around her naked chest.

“Oh, for f*ck’s sake, do you have to be so rational all the dam* time?!!”, her voice echoed against the walls. “What’s wrong with you??!!”

He slipped out of the shower cubicle and threw the nearest dry bathrobe at her. She quickly pushed her arms through it to cover herself. Doing what he did was humiliating enough, especially after she had literally begged him to take her.

“Call me old fashioned, but I prefer my women sober in bed…”, he replied with a snort.

“Oh just stop with that holier than thou attitude… I’m barely tipsy… You’re the one who’s got his panties in a wad for no reason.”, she let her frustration speak through with zero filter. “Seriously, have you ever let yourself get carried away by your instincts? Instead of being so dam* uptight 24/7?...”

“Oh, I’ve tried it… Look where that got us…”

“You say it as if it was bad for you…”, she followed after him into the bedroom.

“That is beside the point… You, Miss Hinata Hyuuga, are my employer… It is inappropriate for us to sleep together...”

“It’s a little late for worrying about appropriateness, don’t you think?!...”, her voice was laced with sarcasm. “Surely you realise that or have you lost your memories while perched on your moral high horse?”

Naruto gritted his teeth and glared at her with icy blue eyes. “I haven’t forgotten anything… But I have more self respect and pride than repeating my mistake of being your rebound hookup.”

She felt hurt by his accusation. “Is that what you think? A rebound?... Gosh, Naruto... I have been over Gaara for months...”

“Well then, what else is it??”, he demanded.

She was tongue tied by the abruptness of his question. What was it?

She was crazy attracted to him. She cared for him. She wanted him to do unspeakable things to her. She wanted to do similar things back to him. But that was as far as she had thought.

Seeing her speechless, he nodded curtly. “That’s what I thought.”

He moved away from her before her muddled brain could make a sense out of the deviation their conversation had taken. Naruto picked up his wallet, blazer and keycard before walking towards the main door.

“Get some sleep… Please… I will be right outside.”

Hinata could not utter the right words to stop him. Even if she desperately wanted to.

By eight o’ clock next morning, Hinata was seated in an upscale rooftop restaurant that was famous for its breakfast menu. Mr. Senju was notorious for being an early riser, and he believed in using as much of the daylight as possible to conduct profitable business.

Clad in a flowy lavender maxi skirt, a white lace crop top and a pair of comfy birkenstocks, Hinata was half heartedly listening to Mr. Senju. Her mirrored sunglasses provided her the perfect ruse to hide her tired eyes and also to frequently glance over at Naruto, who stood a few feet away, where he had the perfect vantage point of the whole setting.

Matsuri sat beside her, jotting down important points that were discussed. By the end of the meal, Hinata had agreed to lend her voice to a character of a big budget animated movie that would be produced by Mr. Senju. Few remaining details would be ironed out by her label before she would sign the contract.

“Then I’ll see you back in the city in two weeks, Miss Hyuuga.”, Mr. Senju shook her hand. “It was a pleasure meeting you. Have a good day!”

Hinata smiled widely and bid him goodbye.

“Wow… That was definitely worth losing a few hours of sleep…”, Matsuri commented.

Hinata nodded listlessly, and nibbled on the poached eggs. She would have certainly liked Naruto to join her at the table, but he had maintained the cool aloof demeanour from last night. Like they only worked in a professional capacity.

Hinata could not openly make any grand gestures towards him because the restaurant was decently filled with posh clients.

From behind her shades, she had even noticed more than one woman staring in the direction of the tall figure of her bodyguard. And it lit her with jealousy. It was absurd. She had no claim over him, but she wanted to gorge the eyes out of any woman who so much as second glanced at him. Curiously, she had never felt this possessive about any of her past boyfriends. Not even Gaara, who the craziest female fandom their music industry had ever seen.

Speaking of the devil.

Gasps and murmurs filled the air, as Gaara Sabaku waltzed into the establishment like he owned the place, with his manager right behind him. Most patrons were affluent enough to not stumble out of their seats to approach celebrities for an autograph or selfies. But there were quite a few heads turned and much interest shown, when the red haired rockstar made a beeline for her.

“G-G-Gaara!”, she squeaked and flushed uncomfortably. Hinata was amused to see her so flustered. Especially, when she was quite unaffected by the famous actors and singers at last night’s bash.

Hinata got up from her seat to greet her ex-boyfriend.

“Hinata… What a pleasant surprise to see you here…”, Gaara spoke fondly as he engulfed her in his arms.

Hinata was a little taken aback by his enthusiasm, but she let it slide. There was nothing wrong with acknowledging an old friend or acquaintance with a genial hug. But she noticed the way Naruto had become stiff and alert, standing a few feet away from them.

“It’s nice to see you too Gaara… Weird running into you here… What are you doing so far off from the city?”, she asked him casually.

“Same thing as you. I made it to the party a little late last night… My flight got delayed on my way back from Seoul… By the time I got there, you had left…”, he explained.

“Ah, yeah…I was feeling a little tired…”, Hinata replied. She felt a little uncomfortable by Gaara’s attention, so she deviated from their conversation. “Gaara, this is my new assistant Matsuri… Matsuri, this is Gaara… You might know him….”

Gaara nodded at her nonchalantly before focusing back on Hinata. “How long are you here for?”

“Umm… Just for tonight.. We will be driving back to the city tomorrow morning…”

“That’s great! We must have dinner together tonight. Especially when we are both staying at the same hotel.”

Hinata was quite surprised at his invitation. She could see from the corner of her eyes, Naruto got closer to them and stood behind her protectively.

Was he jealous? Or was this a part of his job?

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea Gaara…”

“Come on, it’s just dinner… I won’t try to kiss you or anything… Unless you want to, ofcourse!”

Hinata fixed him with a mocking glare. She had separated from him on amicable terms. He was not keen on her suggestion of breaking up. But as a free spirited musician himself, he loathed the idea of binding her to him against her wishes. So he let her go. Now, even the thought of having dinner plans with him seemed to hold no attraction for her. Deep down, she realised the reason why.

“Haven’t we had enough problems because of our past? Being seen together again in public would be asking for more trouble.”, she tried to reason with him.

“Fine, if that’s your worry. How about you come over to my suite? We can have a private dinner where no one can see us.” Gaara glanced at Naruto and added, “You can even have your guard installed outside my door to keep an eye out for you.”

She really wanted to decline his invitation without seeming rude or uptight. But it seemed a little difficult now, with Gaara being insistent and the eyes of other patrons of the restaurant on the two of them.

She lowered her voice and replied, “How about I think about it and text you back?”

Gaara smirked and nodded. “Okay. Remember, I will be hoping for a yes.”

He flicked her chin lightly, like he used to do when they were back together, and moved towards his reserved table.

With that, Naruto suggested they make a move out. He trailed closer than ever before, and kept a light protective hand on her back while the few paparazzis outside clicked furiously. She wondered if Gaara’s invite had spurred this extra protective and possessive streak in him. The idea of making him even more jealous appealed to her. But she absolutely hated toying with people to play games like that. She wanted him to want her back without any underhanded tricks in play.

Once back inside the car, Matsuri asked incredulously, “You are not seriously thinking about going out with him, are you??”

Hinata rested her head back and watched Naruto for any sign. He did seem a little stiffer than usual, even as he was busily texting someone on his phone.

“Technically, it’s not ‘going out’... More like ‘dining in’... But I haven’t made a decision about it. Yet.”

A full minute later, her phone pinged and she took it out to read the new text message, thinking it might be from Gaara.

‘For your eyes only. Make sure no one is peeking into your phone.’

It was from Naruto. When she raised her head up, she saw Matsuri trying to inconspicuously peek at the text. She understood that Naruto might be trying to communicate with her without Matsuri knowing about their recent past.

“Who was that?”, she asked nonchalantly.

“Uh, no one.”, Hinata lied easily.

Seconds later, another message popped up. This time she was careful about not letting wandering eyes stray over to her phone.

‘I have to warn you about something. But what is most important is for you to NOT panic. Matsuri has a carving knife in her bag. She picked it up from the restaurant. Beware. Do not engage her in any conversation about Gaara. I have alerted the police, we will get you to safety soon. Just keep calm. You will be fine.’

Hinata grew pale as she finished reading the text. Why would Matsuri pick a knife? Slowly, the pieces fit together, and she realised that her new assistant was one of the psychopathic fans of her ex-boyfriend.

“Was that Gaara?”, Matsuri’s suspicious voice broke her trance.

“Umm… No…”, she replied faintly and looked outside the window to hide any signs of distress on her face.

“I think meeting Gaara again would not be good for either of you.”, her assistant kept talking.

If Naruto had not warned her, she would have snapped back at Matsuri and given her a piece of her mind. And that would have been disastrous. She looked to the front and found Naruto looking back at her. He gave her a small reassuring nod.

“If he thinks-“

Naruto interrupted her just as she spoke. “We’re almost here. It will be ideal for both of you to discuss this in the privacy of the suite, while I run a small errand.”

Soon the car stopped, Naruto jogged out to open Hinata’s door.

“You did good. I am here with you, don’t worry.��, he muttered close to her ears.

Hinata felt safe in his presence and she had to stop herself from leaning into him. The trio moved through the hotel lobby that seemed quieter than usual. Matsuri did not suspect a thing, but she raised an eyebrow at him when he joined them in the elevator.

“I thought you had an errand to run.”

Hinata understood that she was trying to get rid of Naruto to confront her in the suite.

“I do. I just need to grab some papers from my suitcase.”, he lied easily.

As soon as they entered the suite, they were confronted by the police who were waiting for them. Matsuri turned vicious when her plan was foiled. She tried attacking Hinata even with so many officials around, but she was easily tackled by Naruto.

“Stay right where you are!!”

Soon, she was handcuffed and dragged away, but she kept hissing and cursing at Hinata.

“B*tches like you don’t deserve any love!! You f*cking wh*re!!!”

Hinata was aghast watching the complete switch in her personality. It was chilling to realise that someone who harboured ill intentions for her was kept close.

Her sight turned blurry as she stood rooted to her spot. Whether they were tears of relief or shock or exasperation, was anyone’s guess.

Naruto dealt with the police officials quickly before he went up to her. Wordlessly, he gathered her in his arms and hugged her tight.

“I don’t know why I am crying… I am not a crybaby…”, her words were muffled by his suit jacket.

“It’s okay… It’s okay to feel the way you do...I’m right here for you.”

But she shook her head and looked up at him. “How did you realise…”

Naruto explained his observation of Matsuri’s expression when Gaara came into the restaurant.

“It was somewhere between shock, awe and fanatical lunacy… And when he kept his attention solely on you, she looked vengeful… Both of you were too busy chatting to notice the stark change in her demeanour…”

“Oh…”, she pondered over the events. “So, that was why you stood close to me… Because of Matsuri… Not because you were jealous?”

Naruto sighed and lifted her face up to him. “I was jealous. Extremely so. But even in that moment your safety was my priority.”

Hinata looped both her arms around his neck. “Oh Naruto….About yesterday-“

“Don’t worry about it.”

“No… Let me say it… When you asked me about what you meant to me… I was unsure of how I could put my feelings into words… It might not be love yet, but you are so much more than a rebound… No, actually let me rephrase that… You are nothing like a rebound… I feel very very strongly for you…Honestly, I always keep thinking of you, my eyes keep looking for you... So much so that I’m afraid it might turn into an obsession.”

He smirked and leaned his forehead towards her. “Are you sure that’s not the after effects of the traumatic event talking?”

She grabbed him by his lapels and mockingly glared at him. “Don’t make fun of my feelings for you. I know what I want. Besides, I would hardly call this encounter traumatic. It was shocking and a little scary, but I can get past it. I’m stronger than you think.”

Naruto nodded and looked away from her gaze. “And you are sure you don’t mind that we have almost nothing in common… I mean, you could do much better than me.”

Hinata rolled her eyes at him, “You sure like doubting yourself for someone with so much pride and self respect.”

He just shrugged, “Just putting it out there… Fair warning… I am not easy to get rid off… So I just want to cover my bases…”

“That’s strange…”, she replied with a frown. “I was going to give you the same warning.”

“There’s one thing common between us then.”, he commented before asking. “Shall we seal the deal with a kiss?”

“Only a kiss??”

Over the next few days, Naruto and Hinata received several phone calls informing him about the development of the case against Matsuri. She had confessed to all accounts of threats and intention to harm but pleaded not guilty citing mental instability.

Note: Apologies for the very late entry. And also I would like to apologise to fans of Matsuri, she was portrayed negatively in this story, but I assure I have nothing against her! If anything, I like to feature her as Hinata’s friend in a lot of ny other stories.

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sparklyfairymira · 4 years

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Prompt: Bellamy celebrity actor that Madi calls Clarke's Daddy

Ship: Bellarke

Bellamy is the star of Clarke & Raven's fave tv show playing a character named Dean. And they're trying to get Madi to say it and Raven makes a joke one time not realizing that Madi can hear her and says she knows Clarke would like to call him Daddy. So Madi says "Daddy" turns to Clarke and says "Your Daddy?" And Raven is dying laughing and says yes. So then it becomes a thing. Which whatever, they'll never meet him. Except they do. He's in town visiting his sister (that they didn't know lives here) and they run into him at the supermarket. And she says "Mommy, it's your Daddy!" super loud as she points at Clarke. And Clarke is dying of embarrassment. But Bellamy thinks it's funny. They hit it off and she does call him Daddy.

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hotforharrison · 5 years

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Club Utopia (Oneshot)

Masterlist

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield/Reader

Summary: Meeting Harrison during your first visit to a sex club.

Word Count: 2,001

Warnings: Language and smut, my usual go-tos.

A/N: I first posted this for Writers Wednesday on @the-sha-official0hazanon‘s blog! I seriously recommend checking him out. He’s the best Haz anon ever.

There was nothing on the exterior of the building that would indicate it was a sex club, not that you had particularly expected there to be a glowing sign saying ‘SEX CLUB’ on it.

You nervously walked into the lobby and approached the counter.

“Welcome to Club Utopia. I’ll need you to read over these rules for the club and sign a form. I’ll also need your ID,” the girl behind the counter told you. “We accept cash or card for the cover.”

You skimmed the rules that you’d already read on their website before you’d chosen to come, signed the form, handed over your ID, and paid the cover.

“You’re set now. Enjoy!” The girl returned her attention to her phone as you walked toward the entrance to the club itself.

You weren’t sure what you were expecting, but this wasn’t quite it.

The inside of the club was dimly lit with blue lighting, and the only other patrons you could see were two women sitting close together. They looked up at you for a moment and then returned to their conversation.

The televisions mounted to the wall were showing low quality porn, an orgy set at a frat party. Since no one was around yet that piqued your interest, you chose to ignore the porn in favor of paying attention to your phone for the moment.

Hopefully, you hadn’t just wasted your Friday night.

You got distracted on your social media and were quite startled when someone tapped you on the shoulder.

“Hey, is this seat taken, love?” a smooth male British accent asked from beside you.

The accent was an immediate turn-on, not something you encountered often living an entire ocean away from England.

You glanced up at him. The first thing you noticed was his pale blue eyes, striking even in the dim light. Although you couldn’t see him perfectly with the lights as low as they were, he was still definitely the hottest guy who had ever paid attention to you.

At that moment, you decided to go for it. You came to the sex club for a reason, after all.

“It’s not,” you told him with a smile.

“I’m Harrison,” he said.

“Nice to meet you, Harrison. You’re far away from home,” you commented.

“I travel a lot for work,” he explained.

You wanted to ask more about him, but you weren’t sure what was appropriate to ask a sex club patron, eventually blurting out, “so, what brings you here?”

“You mean what brings me to a sex club?” he asked with a chuckle, raising his eyebrows.

“Sorry, I’ve never been to one of these before, and I’m a little nervous,” you said, sheepishly.

“Honestly, I haven’t either,” he confessed. “This isn’t like meeting girls in a pub. I guess I’ll just outright ask. Would you like to go to one of the private rooms with me?”

“I can’t think of anything I’d like more,” you answered, so excited at the prospect of what was about to happen that you almost knocked over your chair as you got up.

He laughed softly to himself at your eagerness.

You followed him across the main floor into one of the private rooms, shutting the door behind you.

The room was small. There was a padded bed with no bedding and a small table containing a bowl with packets of lube and condoms in it, with a wastebasket on the floor next to it. A TV mounted on the wall was showing the same low quality porn from the main floor.

You stood in front of him silently, started to fidget.

“So, uh…” you trailed off awkwardly.

Harrison opened and closed his mouth, looking a bit lost. He leaned down to kiss you, but immediately pulled away. “Shit, one second.”

You were momentarily worried that he’d changed his mind, but you were relieved when you saw he just went to the wastebasket to spit his gum out.

“Sorry about that. I’m usually smoother than this,” he apologized.

“I’m not, if we’re being perfectly honest here,” you admitted.

He chuckled. “Now, where were we?”

“Right about here,” you responded, leaning up to kiss him as he leaned down.

You met his soft and warm lips with your own. The kiss was never really chaste, his tongue quick to dart out and slip between your already parted lips. He tasted slightly cinnamony as he brushed his tongue unhurriedly against yours.

He moaned quietly into your mouth when you stopped being a passive partner, your tongue making its way into his mouth. You traced his perfect teeth, then explored his mouth slowly and thoroughly.

You lost track of time, completely engrossed in the kiss, only returning to awareness when his hands slid down your mostly bare back to squeeze and massage your ass through the thin material of your tight dress. He tugged you completely flush against him.

One of his hands slipped up underneath the hem of your dress, finding its way in-between your thighs from behind.

He broke the kiss, breathing a bit heavily, eyebrows raised. “You’re not wearing panties, darling?”

You grinned. “Where are we right now?”

He smiled back. “Point taken.”

You spread your legs as much as you could in the confines of your dress, to give him more room to work with, but it wasn’t enough for your liking.

“Fuck it,” you mumbled, tugging the offending garment over your head.

He chuckled. “No bra either, I see. Not that I have a problem with that. Less in the way.”

His head dipped to take one of your nipples into his mouth, tongue swirling around it. His fingers now easily found their way between your folds, going for your clit immediately and rubbing slickly around the sensitive nub.

“Oh my god.” Your knees started to buckle, but he fortunately stabilized you with his arm from behind.

“Christ, you’re wet,” he mumbled against the skin of your breast, two long fingers pressing into you while his thumb took over on your clit.

“Talk to me?” you requested breathily.

“Like dirty talk?” he clarified.

“Yeah,” you responded, nodding.

“Love how wet you are for me. Tight, too. Gonna have to loosen you up some first before I can get my cock into you, though.” A third finger pushed in, next to the other two, scissoring slightly as he continued to pump them in and out of you and rub your clit. “Your pussy will feel so fucking amazing around my cock, I can’t wait. I promise I’ll fill you up better than anyone else ever has.”

The combination of what he was doing with his hand and the dirty talk in his delicious accent had you close. “Want to cum, please, Harrison.”

“Well, since you asked me so nicely.” His thumb worked your clit faster, and he fingered you a bit rougher, aiming more directly for your g-spot.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” you moaned as your climax hit you harder than a brick wall, burying your fingers in the fabric of Harrison’s shirt while the sparks of pleasure coursed through you.

As you came down from your high, his motions gentled, until he finally stopped. He let you slump against him bonelessly.

He lifted you like a limp ragdoll and carried you over to the bed, gently depositing you on it, before he stepped back to strip off his own clothes.

“Hey, what if I wanted to undress you?” you complained, watching as he kicked off his shoes and unbuttoned his shirt.

“You’re in no state to do that right now, and I’ve been dressed plenty long enough. I’m in town for another four weeks anyway, if you’re interested in a repeat performance,” he offered.

“We’ll see. You might have a disappointing dick,” you teased.

“I seriously doubt it, but I’ll let you be the judge of that.” He undid his pants and shucked them and his boxers at the same time.

You looked him over, from head to toe. He was leanly muscled, with endless planes of smooth skin waiting to be touched. It left you eager to get your hands on him. You saved what you hoped to be the best for last, and you definitely weren’t disappointed.

His cock rested against his stomach, looking achingly hard, precum glistening at the tip. It wasn’t huge by any stretch, but it would be more than enough to fill you up. Maybe not the most you’d ever been filled up, or enough to ruin you for other men for the rest of your life, but you knew you were going to leave the club a very satisfied woman.

“Like what you see?” he eventually asked.

“I do,” you replied, simply. “You should come over here now.”

He smiled. “It would be my pleasure.”

You watched as he made a quick stop at the bowl of condoms and lube.

He grabbed a condom of the bowl, fumbling a bit because of how quickly he tried to remove it from the wrapper and roll it down his length. It was obvious that he was just as desperate for you as you were for him.

You spread your legs and waited impatiently for him to join you on the bed.

“Look so pretty like this,” he commented, hands brushing lightly against your knees as he slotted himself between your thighs.

“Thank you. If you want me to move some other way, I can. I mean I’m not sure what your favorite position is,” you said. “I’m happy with whatever you want.”

“This is perfect. Missionary is sort of underrated in my opinion,” he told you, lining himself up and pushing into you in one long thrust. After he was all the way in, he lowered himself on top of you and pressed a brief kiss to your lips. “Need me to stay still for a minute?”

“Thank you for offering, but I think I’m good,” you replied. “I really want you to move right now.”

“Your wish is my command.” He rocked his hips against yours slowly, increasing the length and speed of his thrusts gradually, until he was finally fucking you at a just about perfect pace and depth.

You rolled your hips back into his thrusts until you found a rhythm you both liked, wrapping your legs around him and pulling him tighter against you.

His mouth met yours in wet and sloppy kisses, sometimes barely more than moaning and breathing heavily into each other’s mouths.

You snaked a hand between your bodies to get yourself off again before he came, but he pushed it aside.

“Let me,” he breathed. His hand replaced yours, fingers collecting some of your wetness near your entrance. Then, he started rubbing slick circles around your clit.

“Getting close,” you told him as your second orgasm of the night approached. It came much quicker than you’d anticipated, and even harder than the first one.

Your body clenched and pulsed around his cock, milking him, and bringing him over the edge with you.

He came with a loud groan, thrusts growing rougher and more erratic as he spilled into the condom. When his climax finally ebbed, he collapsed on top of you.

A comfortable silence stretched between you as you both recovered, heart rates gradually slowing and breathing evening out.

“How do you feel about pancakes?” he eventually asked.

“Um, they’re fine, I guess?” you responded, confused. “What do pancakes have to do with anything?”

“That was me asking you if you want to join me at IHOP. I’m hungry, and I saw one around the corner. They’re open 24 hours,” he explained.

You laughed. “Sure, why not? Going to IHOP in the middle of the night with a guy I met at a sex club wearing a skimpy dress with nothing on underneath it probably wouldn’t be the craziest thing I’ve ever done.”

He smiled at you. “Sounds like you’ve got stories to tell me, pretty girl.”

“Sounds like I do,” you agreed, smiling back.

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fizzypunks · 4 years

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An Ache Deeper Than This

fandom: naruto wordcount: 3.7k/oneshot rating: teen (sensuality) summary: shikamaru is feeling old and achy on the way back from a mission, and neji gives him a massage.

AO3

note: written because im stressed and just wanted fluff lol

“We’ll make a camp here for tonight,” Neji said, looking up to the sky and the setting sun. Twenty-five minutes till sundown, and two more days left till their team reached The Village Hidden in the Leaves.

Two days till home, after over two weeks of mission. Shikamaru could have sighed in relief, but he didn’t -- though he was relieved, he felt like he’d been whittling down his stamina a lot more these days, and he didn’t want to sound too happy at the prospect of rest. He’d save his sighs and complaining for slightly bigger things than settling down for the night.

Hinata stopped a couple of branches behind them, and a quick glance showed that she was surveying their area. Her eyes relaxed, with a little smile shot toward Shikamaru. “No one’s following, and there’s no one flanking.”

Shikamaru smiled back — he never had to be concerned about their surroundings, not when he was with two Hyuugas.

Lee looked into the same sky, the same direction, and patted Neji on the back. “That is a good call, Neji! The night is swiftly on its way, and we are in a good location to set up camp! We have done a great deal of traveling!”

Neji laughed, looking down to the grass below his branch. “Indeed, Lee. I’ll leave the tents for you.”

“Leave it to me! It will be ready in half an hour!”

Lee dropped to the forest floor, followed by Kiba and Akamaru. Neji and Shikamaru shared a bemused glance. Of this promise, they had no doubt it would be fulfilled, and fulfilled fast.

When Shikamaru wants to complain about pains, aches, and other physical issues that seem to follow him around like a persistent pet, he has to remind himself to not call it a factor of old age. That just wasn’t possible. He knew it, and if he were to say it, it would make him sound more whiny than he cared to be these days.

It’s just the way of a ninja -- who cares if he’s 21, he’s been an active shinobi since he was 12. He’s lived through war, too many S-rank missions to count, and plays an active role fulfilling academy duties such as dodging hyperactive students with weapons. He’s a seasoned shinobi, and he has the scars (and joints) to prove it.

You’re not old, you’re a ninja.

That still doesn’t make the aches and tightness in his shoulder any better -- knowing the cause doesn’t prevent it from happening. Short of retiring, which he didn’t see coming any time soon, this was going to be his life. He was going to have to get used to it.

Maybe he can grumble. A little bit.

“Nara,” came the calming voice to pull him from his thoughts.

Shikamaru looked up from the log he was backed against, eyes focusing in on the Hyuuga in front of him. The sky blended into his long, restrained hair, and the calm fire lit behind him brought a glow to his white robes. His hands were in his pockets, and from his flat expression, it wouldn’t be easy to assess his demeanor.

Shikamaru smiled, which in turn brought one from Neji.

“Nara? You haven’t called me that in a while.”

“You haven’t complained in a while, either, so I figured I’d check in.”

“You’re such a good squad leader. Thanks, captain.”

Neji’s eyes shifted to the side, a self satisfied smile replacing the gentle one before. “Don’t call me that.”

Shikamaru laughed, propping his arms over the back of the log. He liked this. He missed this. He sees Neji often enough, but by misfortunes way, they often take on different missions. This shared mission, it would seem, is a blessing. Even if it was more trouble than it was worth, but it was also an incredible peace of mind to be side-by-side with him and not just waiting to be reunited.

That was more common than not, too.

Neji sat down on the same log Shikamaru rested against, just to the left of him. His robes were sullied with the regular wear and tear of a mission, and due to the nature of their combatants in the land of earth, the edges of his pants were singed and blackened.

Shikamaru reached out and rolled the material between his fingers, watching parts of it break off. “Did you consider that maybe there’s nothing to complain about?”

Neji looked down to him, then sighed. “This mission is long, got derailed, took longer than anticipated, and no one has slept in a bed in two weeks. I’d consider that… troublesome.”

Shikamaru chuckled, dropping the hem of his pant leg. His eyes turned toward the fire, where Lee, Kiba, and Hinata roasted veggies. “Hmm. You have a point.”

Neji rested a hand on Shikamaru’s shoulder, and Shikamaru tried not to flinch. He thought he must have done a good job, since Neji didn’t comment on it. He just squeezed, gazing out to their friends at the far side of camp.

“When we’re home, it’s possible we might have to take on another S-rank. Kakashi already told me that he got word of missionaries out in the Mist, and he doesn’t want to send genin or chunin.”

Shikamaru couldn’t help it this time, he had to sigh - he had to, in some way, let out his frustrations, and nothing was appropriate except for the soft tufts of tension that need to be released from his body.

This life was clearly not made with him in mind -- he could do it, but it was a pain.

“What a drag.”

Neji squeezed again. “Indeed.”

Man, my shoulder hurts -- what the fuck did I do to it?

Kiba and Akamaru were wiped too, because Lee was animatedly talking to him and Kiba was only nodding in agreement. Hinata, with a bowl of food in hand, was more engaged in the conversation, smiling and nodding along as Lee continues his story.

They were far enough that the two of them couldn’t hear any details, just tones, just exclamations. It was sort of heart-warming, if Shikamaru ponders on it. Walking away from a mission that took blood and sweat and tears (Lee’s, admittedly, but tears nonetheless), only to be sitting with your friends and teammates in a tranquil evening of rest.

It’s nice, seeing everyone you love alive.

“So, which shoulder is it?”

Neji’s hand was still resting on him, atop his jacket, and Shikamaru was again removed from his thoughts.

“Hmm? What?”

Neji shot an annoyed glance downward. “Where are you hurting? And don’t tell me you’re not, you’ve been favoring your left arm and side all day.”

Ah , to think a Hyuuga wouldn’t see… that Neji wouldn’t know. Should’a figured.

“It’s not that bad.”

“But it hurts?”

Shikamaru laughed, looking up to Neji and trying to be annoyed and finding that he couldn’t. Neji could frustrate him, call him on his shit, or generally be a pain to deal with on missions, but Shikamaru couldn’t find it in himself to be annoyed. “... A little bit, I guess.”

“Take off your jacket,” Neji said immediately, like all he needed was a reason.

Shikamaru obliged, and he removed his flak jacked with all the care in the world. Sitting down, having a chance for his body to relax and not move, had set his muscles into a calm state that did not take kindly to being interrupted.

The sharp pains running down his back, his scapula, and his neck were renewed. He gasped when his jacket was freed from his shoulders. “Damn it,” he sighed, setting it off to the side.

“I thought you said it wasn’t that bad?”

Shikamaru shook his head. “It isn’t,” he insisted, but he didn’t try to sound convincing.

It was Neji’s turn to sigh. In a quick and quiet motion, he stood, hitching a leg around the log so that he could sit behind Shikamaru. Shikamaru sat on the ground, a long leg on either side of him.

Shikamaru immediately tensed when he realized what Neji had in mind, and looked over his shoulder with an expression he hoped wasn’t too surprised. “ Neji ,” he said, not quite a whisper, but through tense lips. “They’re…”

Neji took it all in amusement. “Kiba and Hinata are nearly asleep, and there’s no force in the world that will make Lee observant enough to notice.”

His hands came up to lay gently across Shikamaru’s shoulders, no force behind them, just intent and awaiting action. Shikamaru wanted it in his heart, his muscles begged for a massage that would bring an end to their ache, but the type of person he is has never made him feel relaxed in the face of public displays of affection...

They’ve been together for three years, and everyone knows this, and he will still feel himself grow stiff at the thought of being open or vulnerable in public. His ears still would warm if he’s caught in the middle of a kiss…

It’s a damn curse.

Neji’s hands, all soft angles and long digits, rose up the sides of his shoulder, encouraged to do so with the silence Shikamaru granted him, rather than complaints and arguments. They climbed just to the length of skin between his shoulder and his neck. He leaned down, head dipping to the right, his lips ghosting the shell of Shikamaru’s ear. “Can I let down your hair?”

Shikamaru’s face felt warm -- too warm, too fast. He nodded, eyes forward in anticipation. It was dumb, but he’s just... never been the type to be vulnerable in public -- and never on a mission. But he nodded all the same, because Neji’s hands were convincing in any circumstance, and maybe this little log, far away from camp, was private enough.

The sounds from the campfire kept steady, a gentle scene of friendly stories and muffled laughter.

“Thank you,” Neji whispered, and he quickly did away with the band in Shikamaru’s hair. He combed through the mass, making sure to not catch in any knots so it could lay flat.

“That’s nice,” Shikamaru sighed, surrendering to him despite their circumstance.

Neji carded through his hair, gently and with great care. He was slow, and the feeling was like a calm shore lapped at by little waves. And when he brought his fingertips to trace long paths down his head, Shikamaru definitely didn’t mind at all.

“Don’t stop…”

He pushed the lengths to drape over Shikamaru’s right shoulder, and Shikamaru opened his eyes, not having remembered closing them at all. Neji began pressing the tips of his fingers into the knots in his shoulders. “How about after a massage?”

Ah, yes. That’s what he was supposed to be doing. “Oh… yeah, yeah.”

Neji chuckled, and the sound was like a hit to the gut. “I’m sorry I distracted you,” and before Shikamaru was able to disagree, he pressed his thumbs into tender muscles. “Now, relax.”

“Mmm,” Shikamaru winced, thumbs grazing over inflamed muscle and painful nerves.

“Tell me where.”

“Right where you are is perfect ,” and this was the way it was, he was already sinking back into Neji’s hands, eyes fluttering shut again with each passing second.

Neji’s hands were familiar, gentle and rough in a perfect harmony that was known only to Shikamaru. He’d never experienced a place that felt safer than within the hold of these hands, and this embrace.

His shoulders fell, by inches, but in magnitude it was like the tensions of a bridge held taut on ropes too worn finally giving away. He didn’t even know how bad they felt, not until he could move them without also being in discomfort. The tenderness remained, but that, too, was lessening with every squeeze.

“Your muscles are so tense…” and he pushed a thumb deep into his scapula, a tight roll of knots lighting up under his thumb.

Shikamaru whimpered, head tilting in favor of his left, and tried to unscrew his eyes as the pain passed. “I know… well, I know now , but I didn’t realize I was this --”

A press, and a loud pop between his back ribs.

“-- hnn -- tense…”

“You should stretch with me at home.”

“We’ve tried that…”

“If you try with me, I’ll make sure you don’t corner me again.”

Shikamaru smirked, the memory bringing a spark of heat to his stomach. Ghost pains of kneeling behind Neji on his bare knees came back like a blaze, but he didn’t hate it. “Suit yourself.”

Neji chuckled again.

When he gets past the stupid part of his brain that insists he’s doing something he shouldn’t, and publicly doing it despite it being easily viewed, Shikamaru admits that it’s not that bad. Granted, their teammates were still a distant thought that didn’t pay them any attention, but still -- he enjoyed the fact that he was able to get away from the pain in his body.

Neji’s hands are like home, coaxing and pulling him into comfort. He opens his eyes just a sliver, peering out from his sleepiness and tranquility. The lights are little points, blurry beads and circles.

The ground is hard, he wants fresh clothes, and there’s a creaky forest around them, but with Neji…

I don’t need anything else.

“Neji…” He whispered, leaning toward his thigh. He beckons with a finger, “C’mere.”

Neji’s hair fell, flowing down into their space, and it was like a curtain, a place that existed between the two of them; another place so familiar, his bones would recognize it no matter what. Neji eyed him from the side, quiet, attentive and awaiting. Shikamaru raised his arm to wrap around Neji’s neck, not to tug or pull or alter in any way except to say stay .

“I owe you.”

Neji shook his head, but kept his silence with a knowing smile.

“I do.”

He kissed Neji’s cheek, ‘cause actions are better than words.

Neji’s hands start to knead into the conjunction of his shoulder, still under loose restraint of Shikamaru’s arm. A shooting pain issued from each contact point-- little avalanches, little aches releasing themselves from the flesh like tumbling boulders. It hurt, but then the pain gave way to better feelings, fewer pains.

“Your hands… are so warm,” it was like he couldn’t stop the words. His voice was hoarse and too relaxed for his own liking, since it wasn’t in his house or his bed, and those too tumbled like an avalanche.

Neji leaned into the skin he was just kneading, lips open in a kiss that only skims the surface -- like what a breath is to a shout, a droplet to a swift river.

But then he starts to suck, and pool blood into the spot Shikamaru knows will be covered by his jacket. It brings heat to his face as he closes his eyes and leans back into the body behind him. His legs twist, just a bit, and he doesn’t have quite enough will power to not let the tension build in him -- his hips shift, his feet doing all they can not to dig.

Shikamaru grabs at both calves beside him, squeezing.

“Don’t do this to me … they’re over there…”

Neji’s lips dance further into his shoulder, and a finger tugs his shirt down over the muscled expanse to expose more skin. “I’m watching, they aren’t looking…”

“Hinata… ”

“She never uses it unless she needs to…”

“Please… you’re gonna… make me too excited…”

“Hmm,” he laughed, little ripples dancing on his skin. “You look nice like this though…”

Another wet kiss, another shudder down his spine and straight to his crotch --

“You’re a fucking menace ,” Shikamaru hisses.

Neji laughs and the vibration carries across his skin, and Shikamaru starts to think that this entire thing was a ploy just to mess with him. But then he retreats, slowly and with a small parting kiss to the skin now blooming with a bruise.

His hands return to their original work, kneading away the tension. “Suit yourself.”

The hot coil in Shikamaru’s stomach sits in wait, and the hidden breath stuck in his chest came out in a nervous exhale. His heart wasn’t racing but it still surged, and now it too was trying to reconcile returning to normal -- so annoyingly fast did it happen, already bringing him to a state of being needy and tired and yearning.

Shikamaru rolled his head back, laying in Neji’s lap. “I fucking hate you.”

“I’m just trying to relax you, it’s not my fault you’re so reactive.”

They fell into a peaceful silence after a quiet hum of acknowledgment -- before so long, the deep-rooted pain in Shikamaru started to ease, soothed by the heat of Neji’s chakra as he focused on chakra points.

The sound of silence also came from camp, where talking had slowed and the fire started to sizzle. It was in embers, and the group surrounding it was finally quieting down for a restful night.

Watching the camp, and enjoying the sense of family that surrounded him, Shikamaru crossed his right hand across his body to rest it on Neji’s. “I wonder if this is what life is gonna look like.”

“What do you mean?”

“For years, we’re going to be going on missions, and we’re all going to be waiting for the rest of us to come back. I just wonder…” And he couldn’t take his eyes off the rest of them, nor rip his hand away from Neji.

“You’re very… sentimental today,” Neji said, leaning into his ear and using his spare hand to run his fingers through his hair again. “Are you okay?”

Shikamaru nodded, ignoring the goosebumps Neji’s breath brought to him. “Yeah, I’m good. Just feeling old.”

Neji laughed. “I’m not going to address that since I’m older than you, but if you want my opinion -- yes, I think we’ll be like this.” And then a small kiss, pressed to his cheek. “I think there’s very little in this world that we haven’t dealt with.”

“I guess you’re right.”

And because Neji knows what’s at the heart of the issue, the part that’s really scary, his voice dropped and Shikamaru was certain he was the only one who could hear him. “And I’ll keep coming back to you, and waiting for you to come back to me.”

Shikamaru’s grip grew stronger, whiter, like all the pain in his body suddenly relocated into his heart and he had to hold on to something to not get lost in it.

“You better,” Shikamaru said, voice swallowed up in his intention. He didn’t realize how heavy this was.

“And you’ll come back, too, right?”

Shikamaru knows he can’t even promise it, yet he feels it in his gut. “Yes,” he responded immediately, forcefully, and his grip became stronger to emphasize.

The shape of Neji’s breath was a smile, and then a hum. “That’s all I want to hear.”

Shikamaru leaned into him, and couldn’t help but relish in all the ways Neji was attending to him, giving him all of his attention and assurance. The hand carding gently through his hair was grounding, just like the feeling strong thighs encasing him was comforting, and the deep familiarity of his hair and the floral scent that always clung to it...

“And,” Neji continued, still as quiet as a whisper. “I can’t wait to get you home.”

“Gods damn it, Neji,” Shikamaru laughed, shaking his head against the other, ignoring the stoking of the fiery heat within his stomach. “Thank you for being serious for a minute, I guess.”

“I’m always serious.”

“Even when you switch topics like that?”

“Especially when I switch topics to this ,” and tugged his hair just a little bit, just enough.

“Hmm, I guess you can show me,” and he lifts his hand from Neji’s to turn him, by the chin, in his direction, lining up their lips. “Since you wanna be difficult, I --”

“HEY!”

Shikamaru dropped his hands, dropped his eyes, dropped his very intentions with every rapid degree of heat that graced his cheeks.

He looked toward camp in a snap of the neck, feelings stupid for his wide eyes and kick-started heart. Kiba is waving toward them, a clear grin across his face as the others behind him are shuffling to clean the fire.

“LOVEBIRDS! WE’RE CALLING IT A NIGHT!”

Why is he so loud?

Neji’s body shook with little tremors of laughter, and he knew that Shikamaru would have sounded too annoyed to answer. So he called out. “Sounds good, I’ll be on watch first!”

Shikamaru knows what he’s doing. He does it all the time.

Kiba flashed them both a grin, but something about it wasn’t pure and it made Shikamaru want to dig a hole and live in it permanently.

“Sounds good!”

“I’ll wake you in two hours.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, turning his back to help put out the fire. But before he did, he shot a look to Shikamaru with a smirk. “Just keep it down, all right? Akamaru’s a light sleeper.”

And then Shikamaru definitely wanted to be swallowed up by the ground, hitai-ate and all.

Normally, Neji would be over there, helping, but there was little to do and what there was to be done, was very quick. Lee and Kiba relocated to their tents after their foods were put back in bags, and Hinata to her own tent after she doused the fire with dirt. Neji and Shikamaru stayed as they were, in the few minutes they took to watch their teammates, and it was almost awkward if it weren’t for their friends lack of subtlety.

They let them have their moment, no questions asked. Shikamaru felt his heart swell again, filled with the unspoken and unconditional love he has with this family. It was a pleasant ache.

Just a few minutes, and suddenly the dark nature was rich and comfortable and almost absolute around them. A familiar sight in the many years of camping out on missions, the consistent scenery and scents as known to him as the back of his hand. The woods were calm and quiet, and they were alone.

“So,” Neji started, hands slowed but strengthened, intention growing from his fingertips in every movement. “Not going to bed?”

Shikamaru relished in the darkness, in the kisses trailing down his neck yet again.

He smiled into the soft pecks trailing down his neck, this time, and didn’t even pretend to stop them. “It’s a little too early to call it a night, don’t you think?”

“See, you’re not getting old.”

“I’ll show you how alive I am,” and Shikamaru kept that promise.

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Would you believe me if I told you my story {18}

Chapter summary: Albeit your cautiousness towards Pepper you let her take care of you and not until she leaves does she let on she may remember meeting you.

Pairing: Avengers x reader (will change over time)

Rating: Mature

CHAPTER NO/ONESHOT: Chapter 18/?

Word count; 3.379

Warnings; None

Author; @the-goddess-of-mischief-writing

SERIES MASTERLIST

A/N: Either if you love Pepper or not she’s a bad bitch woman and will certainly have her deserved part in this series.

”Just wait here for a second, I'll go and get them”, Pepper excused herself. You had not gone to the Captains levels and your room there, but instead Pepper's, also what you assumed to be Stark’s. Pepper had said she was more than happy to lend you a set of clothes, although when she said that, you didn’t think she meant her own.

Even if you now knew it was their level, you think you pretty easily could've figured it out. Compared to the design of the Captain's level and you presumed the rest of the team as well, theirs had large open areas with few walls, making you able to see pretty much their whole living room and a bit of a private kitchen. A corridor to the right, similar to the ones on the normal levels, was the way Pepper had walked. You guessed towards their bedroom and what other room they could have.

You weren’t comfortable being here, especially not as Stark could walk trough the elevator behind you at any second, as it was his room, to begin with. You tensed at the thought, making your body more rigid than it already was.

”I got them”, you jumped slightly at the voice, even though it was Peppers, ever so, calm one. She walked towards you, her hands holding a set of neatly folded clothes. ”Sorry to have you wait, it would’ve been much handier if I could’ve set out some for you already. Although I didn’t know you would come”

”No you didn’t, so it was impossible to do”, she nodded to what you said, pressing the button for the right level. The ding came not more than seconds later and you walked in, heading to your level and room. My room, you still felt weird thinking about the space like that, because it didn’t feel like your room. Something just rubbed you wrong with it. But you went to it and as soon as you entered Pepper ushered you to the bathroom, handing you the clothes while saying, I’ll wait for you so don’t worry. But you did worry.

The warm water was soothing for your muscles which felt like stone for how much you had tensed them. The straining feeling in the back of your skull began to slowly disappear and it made it easier to move without hissing out in pain as you wanted to do before. But you didn’t relax. You felt like you couldn’t. Yes, you weren't as tense, but you were still highly alerted. The smallest sound caught your attention even though there wasn't many penetrating the sound of water falling down around you.

You washed, hair and body, scrubbing so hard you thought bones soon would be visible. Although it didn't happen, at least it didn't go further than your fingers beginning to look like raisins. The water had turned colder from when you initially stepped in, now dropping towards lukewarm. You knew you needed to turn it off and step out if it, but what held you back to standing under the trickling water, was your uncertainty. What would you do next? You hadn't planned further than to meet Nick and the team, as well as introducing yourself in whatever goddamn way that would be. Everything happened, perhaps not in the way you wanted or in the right order, but what could you do about it now. There had been so many things which you didn’t know about, you being a part of the official initiative for one. You presumed it made things easier, following how everything went but you… you didn't know really. You shook your head to try getting out of your thoughts, your wet hair not following the movement as it was plastered to your back, tough droplets of water flew all different directions.

Turning off the tap you stepped out, reaching for the towels and began to dry yourself. When your skin only was damp, you reached for the brush Pepper lent you. You tried brushing out your hair hastily, although the knots created by the wetness made it impossible to do that. So you took your time and in the end, it was worth it, as no knots found it ways between your fingers as you skimmed trough it while putting it up into a high bun.

Even though your skin still was damp you put on the clothes Pepper had given you, thankfully they weren't any fancy clothes. Funny enough, she had apologised for them "Not being the most appropriate", which you only shrugged too, asking where else you really would go.

She had given you a college shirt with long sleeves and tightly fitted sweatpants.

”Doesn’t look half bad”, Pepper's voice made you look up when entering the main part of the room. She sat on the couch facing your way. You noticed that she had taken her heels off, them standing at the edge of the couch. "Perhaps they’re a bit too long…”

”I don't exactly have the length of a model”, you hadn't noticed she'd mumbled it more to herself, not until you stated your thoughts.

”I’ll take that as a compliment”, she said as she looked at you, a small grin tugging the side of her lips which. ”But you aren’t that short either”, she pointed out, something you raised your head to, as well as brows.

”Perhaps not”, you crossed your arms as you looked back at her. Without her heels on and your boots thrown in the pile of your other clothes, you heights weren't far from one another.

”The food will be here in just a few minutes”, you raised a questioning eyebrow at her as she stepped into her heels without much difficulty. Not because of the food, that you were rather grateful for her to get, but rather where she would be going. ”I have a few things I need to deal with, work-related”, she waved the vague end of her sentence of, but at least you knew what she would be doing.

You didn't really follow her to the door, but you took a few steps in the general direction of the couch group. Standing behind the back of the couch, which was opposite the one Pepper sat, you leaned against it while lifting one leg to rest on the top of it.

”Ah, at least I know you won’t be starving while I'm gone”, you hadn't let go of her with your gaze, neither would've done it until she closed the door behind her, but now she stopped before doing that. It was open and she gave a smile to the one standing on the other side. You couldn’t see who it was, as the door opened the wrong way. Pepper just looked over her shoulder, smile widening. ”It was nice meeting you and hopefully I’m going to do it again”, you’ve heard that phrase before. You felt your eyes widen as she walked out of the door without any response from you. She said the same thing the first time you met her. You shot up from your place but was frozen after doing it. Was she serious? You didn't know if she said it on purpose or if it was a phrase she usually used, but she had said the same thing twice. No difference between the two times.

As you stood there, in what most would call distress, you noticed that she left the door open, presumably for the one standing there to come in.

You recognised the blonde hair, then his eyes. Blue but not electrical.

”Captain”, you recovered as fast as you could from your previous emotion, closing the thoughts away, although the tension from them lingered. He nodded as a greeting while pushing the door close behind him. It wasn't until then, when he did it with his odd hand, that you noticed he had a tray in his hand. That must be…

”I got the food”, he said. He walked in your direction, although you saw he opted for the other couch. You rounded the one you stood behind, sitting down and crossing your legs, near enough the armrest so you could rest on it. You watched the Captain setting down the tray on the table between you and him, while he did you studied what was on it. Two plates and one glass. On one plate with a sandwich of sorts, the other fruits. Sliced apples, peeled oranges, whole bananas and even strawberries mainly made up the plate. In the glass was a translucent liquid, which you just presumed to be water.

”I’m sorry we didn’t think of this”, the Captain said, gesturing to what stood before you. Watching him, you saw his sheepish look.

”Don’t think about it too much”, you assured him but continued without really knowing why. ”I have gone longer”

”Why?” He sounded surprised as he sat down, leaning forward on his knees.

”Are you going to stay and watch me eat?” you mused towards him but his expression remained the same, not trailing away form his question.

”If you can go days without eating, then yes I’ll stay to make sure you eat”, you clicked your tongue to what he said, narrowing your brows.

”Just because I can go a long time without eating, doesn’t mean I want to”, you said and he seemed to relax, as he leaned backwards.

”Then why?” He asked again. You had leaned forward, taking one of the apple slices and began nibbling on it. You felt his eyes on you the whole time and it felt like they burned holes into you.

”Why? I think you almost can figure out that yourself, hm?” you questioned him back, swallowing the last piece of the fruit you took. You thought he perhaps would’ve answered, but he only cocked one of his brows at you. ”I already told you I didn’t have the most glamours life, that life didn’t really entail food every day, sometimes even longer”, you shrugged it off taking another piece of fruit from the plate.

”How was it?” you glanced up to his voice.

”How was what?”

”Living how you did?” He clarified his question, which made you huff.

”Living wasn't really what I did, I survived”, it was a cut answer and he seemed to understand that as he didn’t continue asking. You didn’t know why, but it felt like you only got asked the same questions. How? Why?

You kept eating the food in small portions. You started to feel the silence defeating as the only thing heard was your own munching. The silence by itself didn’t disturb you, although the attention got you bothered. Leaning in, you took a few more strawberries then earlier, most of them were for you, although when you had leaned back you took one of them, throwing it at the Captain. As he had watched you the whole time, he caught it exceptionally.

”What for?” He asked holding the berry gently between his fingers.

”Because your gaze doesn’t make it any more comfortable for me to eat”, you stated, placing one more greenery from the strawberry on the table. ”So the least you can do is to eat with me”, he grinned at that while looking down at the plates.

”What exactly?” His teasing voice made you look down. The fruit plate, it seemed like, you almost had devoured, only a few bits left, although the sandwich was left untouched.

”If the Captain isn’t too picky, there’s a sandwich laying right there”, you pointed at said food.

”I’m not the one which should be eating it”, he said stubbornly and you rolled your eyes to it.

”Just take it. If I haven’t touched it yet, I’m most defiantly not going to do it either”, you acknowledged reaching for the glass. Grasping it you leaned back, sipping the water while watching him, his gaze met your own until he caved.

”Fine…”, he muttered. The Captain, reached forward, taking one part of the sandwich which was cut in half. You chuckled at his antics as he began eating the sandwich, although it wasn't so much of eating as it was gone in less time than you thought.

”If I knew you were that hungry, I would’ve let you have the sandwich earlier”, you said eyes wider then normal. He chuckled to what you said, shrugging slightly.

”What can I say? If you haven’t eaten anything that is what happens”, you tried to straighten your back to see over his shoulder to what the time was, worrying for how long he hadn't eaten for. ”It’s only 10 AM, I’ll live”, he continued with, which made you sigh out in some form of relief.

The silence had become more comfortable as you keep sipping the water, although you felt that he didn’t really want to be this quiet.

”Captain”, his title caught his attention as he had been looking around the room. ”I know there’s something you want to ask, so do it”, you instructed him.

”How do I know you’ll answer?” He had crossed his arms and it made a smirk spread on your lips.

”You know I’ll answer, but not if what I say is true”, you began with, his brow cocking, which you ignored as you continued. ”However I assure you I will”, he didn’t say anything immediately, instead he seemed try the words in his mind before saying them out loud.

”I know you don’t know the name”, you leaned forward in your seat, even tough your crossed legs didn’t allow you to do it much further. ”But James, he’s an old friend of mine and I’ll hope you maybe want to meet him someday?”, his voice was gentle as he said it, you couldn’t help to feel compassion for him. From this little only, you could tell that his friend meant a lot to him.

”Perhaps I will”, you nodded mindlessly as you went to put the glass back.

”I guess you don’t have anything planned for the rest of the day”, his question caught your attention, if not also amusement.

”No how could I?” He rolled his eyes while standing up, you follow the movement shortly after.

”Well if you don’t have any restrains, we can go to the gym later”, he didn’t direct it as a question, which you reacted to.

”Shouldn't you ask if I want to, Captain?”

”I guess you already feel cooped in this room and Fury said you needed to get your training going again, so no”, you still scowled at the thought, him being your caretaker. You will never stop questioning Nick about that. However, the Captains suggestion didn’t sound totally awful and he was right, this room already felt more imprisoning then the interrogation room, where you’d been in literal cuffs

”A bit of fresh air never suits anybody wrong”, you stated before continuing, "Nevertheless it seems like you forget something”, you pointed it out.

”Don’t worry about clothes or such for time being, I’ll fix it”, he said before continuing, informing when you would meet, which would be just a few hours from now. He gave you directions of how to come to the gym, which you tried memorising, before he nodded goodbye and went out the door.

You didn't do much while waiting for the time to go, mainly because the room didn’t offer much to do. You walked around in the silence, mapping out the room as if you already hadn’t done that. But time went, quicker then you thought. It was while you sat in the couch fiddling with the edge of the blanket which you grasped how soon you would meet the Captain.

”Miss?” A female voice sounded throughout the room and swiftly you surveyed the room, noticing no one was in here.

”Yes”, you said it with a steady voice, however no less cautious because of that.

”I’m F.R.I.D.A.Y, Mr Stark’s Artificial Intelligence”, once… she… said it a thought hit, the voice sounded familiar to Vision’s. ”Mr Rogers wanted me to remind you that the fitness centre is located in the west wing of level 86”, as she said this you checked the time, noticing that it was merely ten minutes until said time when you would meet him.

You didn’t know how to answer the A.I, so you settled with a ’thanks’. You headed for the door, twisting it open as no-one had locked it since the Captain left.

Taking a left you ventured down the hallway towards the elevator, which didn’t take more than a few seconds to arrive. Nobody was inside it so you stepped in, eyeing the buttons on the side. 86th floor, six levels above Pepper and Stark’s, two below the Captains. Once finding the button, between the floors which you remembered the numbers of and who they belonged to, you pressed it. The elevator moved silently downwards and it didn’t take long before it dinged open.

When you stepped out of the elevator you were met with the familiar lounge area which seemed to greet one on most levels. However, this room wasn’t as high in the roof. Looking around you saw a staircase on the right, leading up to a second floor and probably what made the roof lower. What surprised you the most, however, was that it wasn’t a long corridor leading towards the left, which would be towards the west wing. Instead, you walked towards the only door opening.

”Holy…”, as said, you didn’t think this would be the layout of the level from the description, so walking into a training area almost as large as a sports centre, was both surprising and impressing. Standing on the threshold, you knew what you saw must be a segment of it, still it didn't count as small. To the right of you, following the wall, benches were put out. They only followed the curve of the wall until doors made them stop, which you clearly could see and read was two different changing rooms. Further down, covering the full short side of the room, was a machine park. Training equipment which you had both seen and not, made up the sea of machines. You thought you hinted the tiniest bit of your own reflection, making you assume there was a mirror covering that wall.

”Had the same reaction the first time I saw it”, you had noticed his light steps before his voice reached you, but that was what made you turn to him. Looking the way his voice came from, one of the first things you noticed was the multiple punching bags and corresponding things behind him as he walked towards you.

”It’s a valid reaction”, you said and he nodded.

”Yes it is”, his confirmation came. You began taking a few steps forward, not towards him, nevertheless it made his way reaching shorter. Taking another step, you set your foot on something softer than the floor, although harder than the material of a carpet. Looking down you saw the red material which differed from the otherwise black coloured floor.

”Sparring mat”

”I could’ve guessed”, you answered, looking up to see that he now had come to a stop beside you.

”You could’ve, but maybe it wouldn’t have been right”, his comeback made you feel the smirk forming on your lips.

”Maybe it would’ve been”, he smiled but didn’t continue on what you said, instead handing you a uniform. It was similar to the one you remembered agent Hill had worn. Sleek in a grey-black colour, with a small S.H.I.E.L.D emblem embroidered on the chest.

”Go put this on, then you can begin”, he nodded towards the changing rooms.

”What, don’t you think my attire is good enough?” you gesticulated towards what you had on. Not the sweats you had been lent, instead the same black clothes you had earlier, now freshly washed as Pepper somehow managed to do that, while also stopping by to drop them off. The Captain only shook his head, although not missing the sarcasm in your voice as he said.

”It's good, although such fancy clothing you wouldn’t want to be destroyed, so I suggest changing”, chuckling you took the clothes stretched towards you.

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Club Utopia (Writers Wednesday)

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