areezh

[darlingjmiller]

the way i’m losing my fucking mind right now

[lilsocksiswriting]

Hooters Isn’t That Kind of Sports Bar

Fandom: Haikyuu

Paring: Bokuto X Fem!reader

Summary: Bokuto notics that you've been getting a little home sick so he orders something to make you feel better but he may have order the wrong size.

Warnings: NSFW, no beta, minors DNI

Tags: Dry humping, Overstimulation, Creampie

Word count: 1692

Bokuto notices you're getting a little homesick. He wants to make you feel better, but he doesn't know much about America. He did remember this one time you cooked him hot wings. The recipe you used was from this place called Hooters and as you had claimed ‘wings from Hooters slap’. So, he gets this grand idea to try and cook them for you even going as far as to order a uniform planning to be your waiter for the evening.

But, when said uniform arrives he's incredibly confused. He thought Hooters was some owl themed sports bar. Which he’s not entirely wrong. He stands in front of your shared bedroom mirror wondering why the heck the uniform is so small? He must have ordered the wrong size. The shirt's practically a crop top that clings to his chest, the white socks do the same to the calves, and the shorts were so tight that his dick created a big bulge in them that definitely couldn’t be mistaken for something else.

And that’s how you find your boyfriend when you return home from classes. Standing in front of the full-length mirror of your shared bedroom checking out his plump ass in a pair of tight, orange shorts that barely cover it. When he happens to glance up and see you standing in the doorway, face red as can be, a large smile breaks out on his face.

“Y/N!” he spins around  greeting you in that boisterous manner you know so well, “Welcome back!”

“Um,” The words to greet him back get lost for a moment when you get a better view of his broad chest and the front of those tiny shorts, “yea. I’m….back. Bo, what are you wearing? I mean, I know what you're wearing...but why are you wearing that?”

“ Oh! Well, I notice that you were getting homesick lately and I remember you saying that you liked the wings from this place -” he points at the logo on his crop top, “So I was going to cook them for you and even dress up as a waiter! but I think I got the sizes messed up.”

“ No, no you uh-  the size is good. Really good. There uh, they're supposed to be all small and tight for the waitresses .”

“Wait, waitresses?”

Oh god, you were going to have to explain to Bokuto that Hooters wasn't just some sports bar that played games on big screens when he was dressed like that making you feel so aroused and hot? ”Hooters is….it’s a restaurant where you can eat and drink and watch games but the waitresses dress in a skimpy outfit so guys can ogle them.”

“Ogle? Like you're doing right now?”, Bokuto inquires like he’s clueless but he has a smirk across his face that makes you feel like you're about to get shit wrecked.

“Everything is just really… tight on you.", you mumble. 

Bokuto chuckles as he makes his way across the bedroom to meet you at that doorway, ”The shorts are a little snug, and seeing you all shy and red about it only makes them tighter Y/N.”

Oh fuck. What was it about Bokuto towering over you in a skimpy Hooters uniform that made you wet?  

You don't have much time to analyze it because in a low tone Boukuto instructs you, ”Everything off now, sugar.”

How can you deny Bokuto when he calls you that? Quickly you strip out of everything right there in the doorway. As soon you kick your underwear off, Bokuto leads you to the bed where the light pushes you onto your back, never breaking eye contact with you as he crawls on top of you.

Shoving a knee between your leg you gasp at the new pressure against your clit. Was it just you or did he seem more dominant in a crop top and shorts? He must be really getting into the way you look, all embarrassed by his little costume. And you are too, already grinding yourself against his knee. 

“Shit sugar,“ he breathes out, “Does the Hooters uniform really get you that riled up?”

“Shorts.”,  is your short and quiet response. 

“Sorry, what was that sugar?”  he pressed his knees further into you making you gasp,” You're going to have to speak up for your waiter .”

“ I-it’s the shorts!... The-the bulge.”

That was all Bokuto needed to hear from you. He grabs your legs pulling you closer wrapping your thighs around his waist. Sinking his fingers into the plush skin, Bokuto begins to lazily rut his hips into you. A low moan slips out of your mouth. You weren't expecting the rough fabric of the denim shorts to feel that good against your clit. 

“You mean this bulge?”

"Yes!”

You roll your hips up in the same languid rhythm. Shock after shock of toe tingling pleasure courses through your body before settling in the pit of your stomach where it slowly builds up. When tit's all too much to hold, it runs over, dragging you into an orgasm. You throw your head back and another moan escapes you. Your finger digs into the bed's comforter, one hand above your head and the other by your hips, as you buck your hips, riding out of your orgasm.

Just when your movements start to slow Bokuto pushes your hips down into the mattress. You don't even get a chance to fully come down from your high before Bokuto is back to dry humping you faster and harder.

“To-too much - oh fuuuuck~”, you wail.

Now it really hurt, but fuck did it feel good. You wrap your hands around Bukoto’s neck and tighten your thighs around his waist pulling him closer to you. The front of Bokuto’s new shorts are damp and the bulge now firmer and straining against the fabric.

“ Bokuto, fuck. It’s too much,” your voice slurred, mind foggy with pleasure, ”M’gonna cum again. Oh god.”

“ Yea? Does it feel that good sugar?”

You nod. Your second orgasm approaching, and your body not yet fully recovered from the last one.

“Fuck”, Bokuto hisses through his teeth. 

Very easily Bokuto picks you up, one hand under each ass cheek, and turns the two of you around, then sets back down on the edge of the bed so that you’re straddling his lap. He continues to roll his hips into yours making your head spin, but you aren’t complaining about the new position. Bokuto's so much closer to you and the friction is so much better now that you can grind down in his bulge now.

“Does my bulge feel good sugar?”

“Oh fuck! Yes, yes, Feels so good Bo. So fucking good!”

You can barely handle your second orgasm as it overwhelms you causing your mind to go blank unable to process anything but the pleasure and wetness gushing from you. Bokuto's dick throbs as it’s soaked from you squirting all over the bulge it's created.

 At least this time he gives you a few moments to come down and catch your breath, but it takes everything Bokuto has not to flip you over again and fuck your spent body in the mattress. 

 “Holy Fuck”, you say after finally catch your breath resting your head on his shoulder

He kisses your cheek, “You think you can go one more time for me?”

 You think about for a moment,” Call me sugar again?”

 Bokuto smiles and rolls to two of you over so he’s once again hovering over staring down you with blown-out pupils full of want. His hands are already at the button of his shorts undoing them and shoving them down. His cock springs free, thumping against his stomach already red and dripping for you.

“I’m going to fuck your spent cunt and make you lose your mind over my cock sugar,” Bokuto promises in a low tone lining up his cock with your hole then diving in.

Once he’s balls deep inside you Bokuto takes the underside of your thighs and pushes them towards your chest so his thrusts can go as deep as they can.

Your wail of ecstasy almost downs out the lewd squelching sounds of Bukoto���s cock sinking back down into you, rubbing along all those spots inside you that made your eyes roll back. 

 “Damn sugar,” Bokuto growls close to your face,” You so take me so well and you feel nice and hot around my cock. I’m not-fuck-I’m going to last much longer.”

And neither do you. As soon as  Bukoto’s thrust becomes more rapid and uneven your walls clench down around him. Your third orgasm hits you out of nowhere.  It’s just as overwhelming. Your body is so tired from the last two that all you can do is just lay there and let it wash over you taking your breath and causing your muscles to spasm.

“Oh god sugar, sugar, sugar”, The new nickname is stumbling out of Bukoto’s mouth as you milk him dry. 

 He stays inside you a little longer catching his breath and admiring the view of you fucked out face. He’s never got tired of it. Pulling his soft cock of you a warm mix of his cum and your slick follows after making you whimpers softly as the odd feeling of it spilling out.

Bokuto lays down next to you and pulls you halfway on top of him so you can lay your head on his chest.

“I don’t think you can return the costume now.”, you say after both you have come back and the tiredness starts to set in.

“Didn’t want to anyway. That was so hot babe.”, you can hear the large smile in his voice.

You giggled, “Glad you liked it as much as I did.”

 “Yea, but I'm sorry that my whole plan to make you feel better kinda didn't work out how I hope it would.”

“Don’t be silly. We can still cook me wings for dinner.”

“ What about now?”

“ Now we nap,” you just about close your eyes,” well maybe after I pee, and we get ourselves cleaned up.”

[hitsuackerman]

Unpredictable (Overhaul x Reader) pt.9

a/n: yall ready for the date? >:)

warnings: this cannot be read solo, a bit of harassment

Links: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8

Masterlist to my other fics: here :)

Overhaul’s waiting list: @jjk-biased​​ @infinite-universe-love​​ @dirtypride​ @blackymomo03​ @azzie 

You usually loved it when the hours would pass by. However, for this particular time, you hated it. One moment you were facing your desk; Typing and answering emails, documenting files, calling a few people, and praying for a miracle that something would happen in order to cancel the dinner date. The word ‘date’ made you want to puke.

Now, you were on your way home. Hands clenching the steering wheel. The music blasting through the speaker in an attempt to calm your disturbed soul.

The restaurant your chief had chosen was an hour away from the city. It was situated in the mountains. It had a nice view of the city. Even though it was a one star restaurant, the reviews were relatively nice. Their steak was the most recommended dish. The question now was whether or not you would find an appetite.

Opening the door to your unit, you threw yourself to your bed. Hair sprawled everywhere as you suffocated on your mattress. Resting on your cheek, you glanced at your closet and tried to think of obnoxious outfit combinations to wear for tonight. Besides, the chief would never know what you were outside the office.

A buzzing sound came from your pocket. Taking your phone out, you sat down and answered it.

“Yes, Nao?”

“I managed to dig into one of your major cases. The arson one.” He said rather proudly. Letting him proceed, he continued. “So, I looked into the shareholders to see if there were any similarities. It might be me pulling straws, but try to set a meeting with Endeavor.”

“Endeavor?” You repeated. Making sure that you heard him right. “Are you sure?”

“I back tracked the previous establishments. And all of them had a lot of shareholders in common but his name stood out.”

“Nao. That’s like a very thin straw…” You stood up and turned your laptop on. “But I was at a dead end so I appreciate your help.”

“Anytime, (Y/N). How’s the yakuza case?” Him asking questions at this time meant he was on break. It had been a while since you last gossiped with him so you gave him some attention.

“I still have to set a meeting with Birdman. Crud. That reminds me. I have to buy an earpiece.”

“The chief tagged along last time, right?”

“He did. Lucky for my ass, the meeting was short.”

“He was fuming when he arrived back at the precinct. What happened?”

“Birdman somewhat threw a fit since he cut me mid sentence.” The mere memory of it made you chuckle. But, there was this feeling that you shouldn’t have said that. It became second nature to always keep your guard up when you talk to Tsukauchi. It felt as if you had lowered it for a millisecond.

“No wonder.” He breathily replied. “Be careful, (Y/N).”

“With the chief or Overhaul?” You sighed and massaged the bridge of your nose. “Because honestly speaking, I’m not sure who the villain is among those two.”

That statement was rather strange. He was used to your antics but a comparison like that? Tsukauchi on the other line had not been using his quirk on you. Although, he had always felt something off whenever he and the chief talked about you. He was never one to pry but perhaps this would have to be an exception.

“So what are your plans for later?” He asked. Carefully choosing his words.

“Dinner with some dude.” Heading over to your closet, you scanned for some hideous apparel. “You think a Bee Movie sweater will make him cringe?”

“If you cleared your schedule for him, I think your ‘I come with background music’ shirt would do the trick.”

“Damn, you’re right.” Looking for that shirt, Tsukauchi could hear you opening and closing your drawers. That gave him enough time to do some of his research. “I HAVE FOUND THE SHIRT!”

“Would you really wear it, though?”

You wished but you had already given your 3 men cases, Tsukauchi had given you a new lead, and the yakuza case was more than enough you could handle. Casting the shirt aside, you flopped to your bed.

“Any chances you can send a hero later?”

“Give me a name and I’ll see what I can do.” He teased back. “Anyway, my break is over. Enjoy your dinner.”

“So long, farewell.”

--

You did not wear the shirt, sadly. However, you did wear clothes that hid every single inch of skin your body had to offer. Turtleneck, high waist jeans, knee length boots, and a coat you wouldn’t mind being overhauled.

Taking one last look at yourself in the mirror, you fixed whatever was needed to be fixed.

“You will not go to the restroom. You will not leave your bag unattended. You will put on a fake smile and give him hell.” Hearing the knock on your door, the night was now starting. Inhaling deeply, you swallowed every single ounce of pride.

“You’ve dressed nicely.” The chief greeted you. He wasn’t wearing his standard get up. Instead he wore a plain black shirt with a leather jacket. White pants with complimentary gray shoes. He half expected you’d dress like you always did. Seeing you in your get up made him want to take his phone and snap a picture.

Moments later, you were standing outside your building. The chief had instructed you to wait for him at the drop off area. More than willing to follow, you scrolled through your phone for any messages or emails. The honking of a horn caught your attention.

A Koyota Figo was now parked in front of you. Forgetting that your chief owned a hatchback, you opened the door and began sending out prayers for any gods or telepathic heroes in the vicinity.

The drive was silent. Your gaze fixated on the lights the city had to offer. Wanting to be in a neutral mood, you let your thoughts wander.

Tomorrow, you would schedule a meeting with Endeavor. How? You weren’t sure but hopefully his assistant would let you get 5 minutes with him. An update from Takashi and the rest was also in line. You began to enumerate the stores that sold earpieces that you could purchase for Overhaul to use. Maybe you should buy 2, just in case it fails.

Feeling something resting on your thigh, you stared at the chief’s hand. Biting your tongue, you held on to your breath as well as the want to jump out of the car.

“We’re almost there, sweetcheeks.” He stated. His hand began to pat the area he just infected. “And since we’re outside the office, feel free to call me Yokai.”

“Aight.” There was no way in hell you would.

“Or daddy would be fine.”

That made you wonder. Would it be professional if you would ask Birdman to overhaul your ears and repair them back to normal. Cringing at the statement, you held on to your bag for dear life. Taking your phone out, you began to scroll through your social media.

“No phones, darling.” He warned. Abruptly hitting the brakes.”Wouldn’t want any unwanted people ruining our date. Now put that phone away before we arrive.”

Maybe a trip to the restroom in the restaurant didn’t sound half bad. Doing as told, you leaned on to the seat and closed your eyes. It was getting dull, a bit boring, and a little creepy. Keeping your senses sharp, you fell into a very light sleep.

Feeling that the car had come to a stop, you unstrapped your seat belt and immediately stepped out of the car. Waiting for him to lead the way, you trailed behind him as he told the usher his reservation. For a minute, you forgot that he had booked a private room.

Entering the small room, you were met with a candle lit dinner. The chairs beside each other.

“For a change, you know?” The chief commented. Putting his hand on your back, he pushed you towards the table and let you sit down. Watching as he pulled out his chair, you copied his actions and managed to inch your body away from his. “I have already ordered so for now we can simply chat.”

“Sure.” Your eyes remained glued to the plate.

“So, when was the last time you went on a date like this?” His voice proud of the place he had chosen.

“Years ago.” You forced a smile. “I’m not a fan of fancy restaurants.”

“Well, better get used to it.” He rested his arm on the back of your chair. Moving your back away from the back rest, you fixed your coat to make it less obvious. “How’s your cases going?”

“Fine. Recently got a new lead.”

“You’re using your yakuza ties, aren’t you?”

Finally looking at him, you focused on his glabella, you cocked an eyebrow.

“For the cases I’m handling right now, I had to work 3 of my cases with them.”

“Your side or his side?” He tilted his head.

“I’m sorry. I thought this was a dinner, not some kind of interrogation.” “Always admired how feisty you are.” The chief remarked. “Why are you single?”

Before you could answer, the doors opened and your food was served. The food was being served by two waiters. One of them had blonde hair and the other had blue hair with arrows at the end. Your eyes followed the blue haired man since he wore a white face mask. It made you think of Overhaul.

Pasta was served in front of you while the chief got his steak. Observing how he opened the wine, you took note that both of them wore white gloves. The wine bottle opened with ease and you saw the label. It was one of those wines that Gei didn’t really recommend due to its uneven taste. Once the glasses were filled, you thanked the waiters. When the door closed, you felt the air grow cold.

In all honesty, the pasta was good. And the wine he had chosen, despite it being too bitter for your taste, matched the sauce pretty nicely. The soft classical music somehow calmed your spirits.

As you were quietly enjoying your meal, the chief put his steak knife down and began to brush his pinky with yours.

“Is the food to your liking?”

“I’m liking the pasta. The noodles are cooked just right.”

“How about a toast then?” Taking his wine glass, he turned to face you. “For this new found partnership.”

Sighing, you took yours and merely stretched out your arm to clink your glasses. Sipping on the wine, you savored the flavor a bit and swallowed. Glancing at the chief, you saw him furrowing his brows at his drink. Checking his food, he had only eaten half of the amount. Compared to yours, the food was almost gone.

“Are you okay? You’ve barely touched your food, Yokai-san.” Saying his name made the pasta slither up your throat.

“Don’t worry about me sweetcheeks.” He set his glass down and let out a burp. Thankfully, he had covered his mouth. “Let’s continue where we left off. Why are you still single?”

“I’m not really into dating.” You replied. Eating the last bit of your pasta, you placed the fork down and wiped your mouth with the napkin. “I have too many cases to even think about that.”

“You interested in someone?” He hiccuped and burped. His hands rubbing small circles on his stomach.

“Where’s the fun if you know who I’m interested in.”

“Oh. So now you’re flirty. Wine works wonders.” He took his glass and sipped once more. This had to be one of his favorite wines but it tasted different. Perhaps it was the steak. Seeing that you were still taking yours, he deduced that you had nothing to do with it.

“No. It’s just that you have no business regarding that matter.” By now, you were fully facing him. The sudden change of his facial features showed signs of discomfort. The room was comfortable yet you could see sweat forming on his forehead. His chappy lips were now pale. The constant rubbing of his stomach only made your suspicions grow. “Are you really sure you’re okay? You look like shit.”

“Okay. Ya got me.” Pressing the buzzer on the side of the table, he waited for the waiter to arrive. Not a moment too soon, the door opened and the same waiter from before appeared. “Boy, the food you served is making me sick. There’s no way in hell I’m paying for this.”

“I apologize.” The waiter with arrow-tipped hairs responded.

“Useless employee.” He leaned in and whispered to your ear. All you could do was lean away. “May I speak to your manager?”

“Unfortunately, the manager is still in a very important conference.”

“To think this place has a 1 Michelin star.” He mumbled as he took his wallet. Fumbling for his card, his stomach let out a rather loud sound. Biting your inner lip, you tried to suppress the smile forming. When he took his card, he tossed it to the table and demanded. “Swipe the card. We’re leaving.”

Taking his card, he excused himself but left the door open.

“You’re not playing tricks now, are you (Y/N)?” He held your wrist a little too tightly. “You know what happens when you mess with me. I can give you more than 10 cases if this little incident is caused by you.”

“In my defense, I have never set foot in this restaurant.” You fought back. “And if you even wanted to impress me, WcDonal’s or even just Burger Queen would be more than fine. If you think these kinds of things would do the trick, sorry but you’re terribly wrong.”

You closed your mouth shut. Anger had somehow taken over and the words you said were not the best. Biting your tongue, you cursed at the sight of his mind moving and plotting as to what to do next.

The blonde waiter came with the receipt and apologized once more for the issues. Standing up, the chief told you to wait for him in the lobby. Leaving you alone with the waiter, you took your bag and bowed to him.

“I’m sorry about that person.” Your eyes darted to the men’s room where he entered. “But, if it helps, the pasta was really nice. Just sucks he had to experience that. Though he deserves it if we were to be honest. The amount of times he’s invaded my personal space is just revolting.” Shocked that you had uttered your last sentence, the wine must be a little stronger than you had expected.

The blonde waiter chuckled and went off to the kitchen.

While you were waiting at the lobby, checked your phone and saw messages from Gei. Smiling at the story he had to share via message, you quickly put your phone away once you heard a door closing followed by a burp.

“Looks like I’ll have to take you home now, love.” The chief said.

Not wanting to waste another second, you lead the way back to his car.

Chrono and Nemoto stared at the window. Undivided attention as you stepped into the car with a happy face. In Nemoto’s hand was a glass vial. When the vehicle was now out of sight, they walked towards the manager’s office.

“It’s been a while since we had this kind of fun.” Nemoto commented.

“Agreed. Did you actually down the whole bottle into the sauce?”

“It would be a waste if we didn’t empty this. And, the boss would be most pleased to know that the laxatives work well.”

Knocking on the door, Overhaul gave them permission to enter. He was seated on the sofa with a stained cloth wiping his bloody hands. A huge splatter of blood painted the wall beside him. Next to the sofa, the two men saw a pair of legs lying lifeless on the floor.

“It went smoothly, I presume?” He leaned his head on the sofa back. When he heard the grunts of his men, he stood up and faced the decapitated body. Squatting on the floor, he could feel the hives starting to form. “Nemoto. Prepare the propranolol. Kurono. Give the drug to the two waiters as well.”

With a disgusted look, he touched the leg of the deceased body. The blood on the walls began to morph and the next second, the manager’s body was whole once more. When the manager’s eyes opened, he was face to face with the masked man who had just killed him a while ago. Just as he was about to scream, Overhaul knocked him out.

Instructing Nemoto to administer the drug, he began to itch on his forearm. Cursing at the mess he had just made and fixed, it took a lot of his willpower to push those thoughts aside. Instead his mind focused on one thing.

The memory of you smiling and the want to make sure no harm comes to you.

Besides, he could care less about the consequences.

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propanolol- a drug that supposedly erases memories

and yes, Chisaki to the rescue ;) just had to write the trio cause they deserve love and all of them are hot. 

do you guys have any questions? feel free to comment and ill gladly answer them :) take care and i hope you guys like this chapter <3

[zoud]

Not So Green With Envy

Beetlejuice x Reader

Word count: 2,675 / Warnings: bondage but no sex, abandonment, angst

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You and Beetlejuice were not dating. He made that fact very clear to you every time you even thought to use the "b" word (boyfriend) around him, once going as far as to snap your mouth shut with a bit of demonic flare that had your guts coiled tighter than a set spring. 

     It didn't bother you enough to cut off the relationship, however. 

     Beetlejuice liked you, and you liked him; at least in a sense perhaps more complicated than the typical mutual reception of romantic feelings, given how he responded to titles. You could come home from a long day and say his name in the same cadence as any familiar mantra is said, and he would hang out with you, watch a movie, eat pizza, and/or roughly pin you against any and all surfaces in the apartment. For him, you supposed, it was all fun and games; low risk, high reward. 

     But you wanted something more than that. He might have an eternity to blow, but you had just graduated college and your life wasn't exactly set on a path ad infinitum. It didn't feel so wrong, then, to accept the pitch of a blind date from a coworker—to search for something more sustainable in the long term. That was how you ended up with date plans on a Wednesday night, with work in the morning, and Beetlejuice angrier than the time you threw his suit jacket in with the wash and "ruined its vintage feel." 

     You and your mysterious date were set to meet up at eight o'clock that evening in front of a local movie theater, and you arrived at a quarter 'til.

     Sitting on a bench outside while waiting, you rubbed the sore circle around your wrist where Beetlejuice had grabbed as you tried to leave. It was impossible not to notice how upset he was about the prospect of your date, but he was upset by a lot of things and you knew if the date didn't go too well he would still be home for you to return to. It wasn't fair for him to be upset, anyways. He had gone to great lengths to make it clear he "couldn't be tied down," but all that meant to you was there were some cracks in your relationship he felt the need to fill elsewhere. 

     You slouched on the bench and rested your chin in your hand, elbow propped against your knee. The date had seemed like a good idea, you had fought for it, but now that you were actually here, the static buzz of anticipation had dulled into stale acknowledgement. You checked the time, 8:05, and wondered how much of tonight was just you trying to get petty revenge. If you weren't enough for him, then why should he be enough for you? 

     "Hello?" You shot up, startled, and the man in front of you tensed. "Oh, sorry; I thought you might've been my blind date."

     You smoothed out your top and laughed in a way you hoped was apologetic. Tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, you blinked slowly and looked up to meet the man's eyes. 

     "Adrian? It's nice to meet you! You didn't make a mistake, don't worry, I guess I just zoned out."

    He smiled and nodded once, seemingly in contemplation, before turning and walking into the theater. You were surprised he hadn't wanted to chat a bit more, but he was a little late and the movie was going to start soon. Instead of dwelling, you followed suit inside, a little put off as the door nearly closed on you.

     The movie was loud and boring, an action flick that felt more like an attempt to make money than contribute anything culturally significant or genuinely entertaining to the franchise. Still, you kept your eyes on the screen, choosing not to fight your brain when it tried to carry you away. 

     You wondered what Beetlejuice was up to. After he had grabbed your wrist, which you were back to rubbing idly, you had sent him away to make your life a little easier. He had mentioned a sort of other world he lives in sometimes, boasting proudly about dual-citizenship and green cards, but all you knew for sure was that wherever that was, it wasn't here; as your date made a snide comment about one of the female leads, you sort of wished it were.

     The movie ended about an hour too late and it was clear your date disagreed. He seemed to have enjoyed the movie well enough, but was having even more fun complaining about aspects of it you would never care to notice. 

     "-and what was with that girls outfit?" he droned on, "What's the point of casting attractive actresses and then making them cover up all the things that make them attractive. Like, seriously, she was in jeans half the movie."

      You looked down and your outfit uncomfortably, running a hand absentmindedly against the blue denim of your own jeans. Adrian might've noticed, but didn't say anything about it. 

     "Well it's getting late, I should probably get home soon," you said, taking out your phone to check the time so you wouldn't have to look at him while you said it. 

     "Oh?" He was smiling now, somewhere between happy and unsettling. "I should walk you; it isn't safe for a fine young lady to walk home alone." 

     One hand grazed your upper arms and the other went straight to your ass, which you shifted quickly away from. He couldn't possibly be serious, and you gave him a dubious look that hopefully said as much. For as thick as Adrian seemed, he caught on quick, if his anger meant anything. 

     "Oh, seriously? I should've known you were a prude." He was sneering now, leaning over you as if to emphasize the height advantage. "I should've left the second I saw you. All I was looking for was a good lay, and what? You seriously expected a guy like me to be interested in you for anything else? Wake up, bitch." 

     With that, he stalked away. 

     You didn't remember the walk home by the time you got to your apartment door, and you counted yourself lucky for it. Your date might've been a misogynistic asshole, but he was right about one thing—the door clicked when you locked it, and your bed squeaked beneath the weight of your back—you really weren't good for anything but a quick lay. 

     Your eyes stung, but the pain was dry, and although your uneven breathing suggested otherwise it was easy to tell yourself that you weren't bothered; to dismiss the guy as just another asshole in a too-small town. Still, your ego writhed as it shrunk, and you weren't in the mood to contemplate how worthless a single comment could make you feel. Instead, you rubbed your eyes a little too hard and opened your mouth to speak.

     "Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice."

     And with that, he appeared. 

     His hair was darker than you would've liked, a little on the brown side as red mixed with green and created a murky swamp of obvious discontent. You did your best to ignore the pit in your stomach as he looked down at you with a deep frown. 

     "Hey, Beej," you tried weakly, only a little surprised by the cold greeting, more so by the silence. 

     "How was your 'date'?" He spat, choking out the word as if it were a damnation aimed in your direction.

     "Fine," you brushed off, not wanting to admit that maybe he was right, maybe had been all along. "How was your night?" 

     Beetlejuice climbed into bed with you and planted a knee on either side of your torso. He licked his lips as he leaned down to graze your ear. 

     "Better now." 

     You smiled a little, relieved he wasn't giving you the silent treatment or putting a hole through your wall. Still, red peppered the tips of his hair and you tentatively reached up to touch it. 

    "Ah, ah," he grabbed your wrist again, action a little too rough to match the soft manner in which he scolded you, and with even less care, yanked the wrist up to your bed frame. 

     "Beej-?" you began to question, tugging gently at his grip, more to test the strength then try and escape. Iron-clad. You gulped. 

     He laughed and snapped with his free hand; suddenly you were bound to the bed, hands high above your head. It wasn't the first time, but you still struggled a bit.

    "I don't know if-"

     He cut you off with his lips over yours, licking a small stripe across your bottom lip. 

     "Come on, babes," his voice was low; measured and calm in a way that felt exceedingly unfamiliar. "Trust me." 

     It was silent for a minute. You tried to think, but your brain was radio static. If it really was all you're good for, there wasn't much to lose. You nodded. 

     Suddenly, your feet were spread apart and given the same treatment as your hands, stretching you near the full length of your bed. Beetlejuice still looked above you, the calculated smile he wore increasingly disconcerting as time went on. You tugged at the restraints again. They had no give to them, taut even as you shifted. They were metal, a realization you made rather quickly, the cold surface unforgiving as it bit into your skin. You stopped wriggling and returned your attention to Beetlejuice.

     "You look amazing tied up like that babes," his voice was raspy—even more than normal. He pulled two strips of cloth out from his jacket and you probably would've been impressed by their cleanliness were you not preoccupied. He snaked the fabric under your head and brought the strips around, one at a time.

     The first piece went around your mouth, friction mildly uncomfortable against your chapped lips. He kissed you through the fabric and laughed when you tried to reciprocate. The sound brought some semblance of comfort, and you didn't fight it when the second strip was tied over your eyes. 

     The last thing you saw as Beetlejuice finished the knot was red hair. 

     Your bed shifted as Beetlejuice stood up from it, mattress groaning until it had the opportunity to settle out again. What felt like a couple minutes passed silently, and you strained to hear the demon breathe. It seemed, however, he was deciding not to. 

     Thinking you had been left alone, your heartbeat quickened and suddenly being tied up wasn't quite so bearable. You tried to take a deep breath and calm yourself, but the cloth restricted your breathing just enough as to make it uncomfortable.

     "I know babes," you heard a mockingly happy voice announce from across the room. "I don't like being hung out to dry either."

      Panic quelled in your chest as your bedroom door clicked shut, breath quickening to the point of burying an ache deep in your lungs, dry and scratchy as you inhaled the lingering dust ingrained in the fabric against your mouth. You rubbed hard at the restraints, knowing full well they wouldn't give in for you, not if Beetlejuice wanted them to stay in place. 

     The metal wasn't quite so cold anymore, having sucked warmth from your body to heat the surface, but it bit all the same. You stilled your wrists to prevent the skin from actually breaking, eyes moving rapidly from behind the blindfold. 

     You should've known better than to expect anything else. The man you summoned today wasn't the Beetlejuice you knew, at least, not a part of him that you had ever met before. You had seen him mad, hair fiery red and practically glowing with the heat emitting from his usually cold body, seen him scream and shatter mirrors, punch holes in walls and leave singed footprints in your carpet that smell like burned fiber and sulfur. You had gotten the silent treatment before, only once, when you hadn't summoned him for a week because of final exams, wanting to give you a taste of how it felt to be ignored. But not anything like this.

     Realization dawned on you and settled as an additional weight against your stomach that only made it harder to breath. That's what he had meant; left out to dry. Tears gathered in your eyes and dampened the fabric against them. You wanted to be angrier, but this really was your fault, wasn't it? You left him alone, trapped wherever the hell he was, and he was only returning the favor. 

     It was getting hard to stay awake, exhaustion and panic blending into a sickening paste that caught in your throat and had lights dancing in your vision: or lack thereof. 

     The last thing you remember thinking before passing out was whether restricting your breathing was accidental, or just another part of him showing you how he feels. 

     Waking up didn't dawn an acceptance for your situation, but rather renewed the initial panic of being bound and abandoned.

     You woke with a start and tried to shoot into a sitting position, but succeeded only in tugging your shoulder so hard it might as well have dislocated. You screamed in pain and shock from behind the gag and gave another sharp tug at the metal cuffs stupidly, as if it proved anything. The metal was almost slick now from your sweat, near hot to the touch, and you wondered helplessly if you could slip out. 

     Trying to remain otherwise still and failing miserably, you pulled hard on the arm that didn't quite hurt so much, nearly sobbing in relief when you felt the smallest hint of give around your hand. Slowly, painfully, you worked your hand out, moving carefully until the metal decided to bite back. 

     A particularly sharp edge sunk its teeth into your hand, pinching the skin back and tearing it messily. You made another sound, quieter still as adrenaline pumped through your body and made the pain bearable. Blood—slick like motor oil and equally metallic—dripped from the cut and to your morbid delight, allowed you to slip your hand free easily. 

      

     Just as soon as your hand was free, you heard your door fly open and slam into the wall. You heard drywall break and pieces of it fall back into the hidden space between rooms. You heard breathing, labored and panicked, and genuinely struggled to tell whether it was yours. 

     God, Beetlejuice was mad wasn't he? He had set up a punishment for you, drastic and over dramatic as it was, and caught you in the act of breaking free. You quaked against your mattress, free hand dripping and shoulder aching, tears soaking through the blindfold. You heard footsteps approach quickly, tensing before a thud sounded next to your bed. 

     Suddenly, hands were working at the fabric around your head and you could breathe again. You gasped for a full breath of air and a moment later you could see. 

     

     Beetlejuice was on his knees beside your bed, pale as snow and hair so blue it was practically black, deep like the jagged chasms lining the ocean floor. You screwed your eyes shut, the dawn blue light filtering in through the window too much for your eyes. The bed sunk with a sudden excess of additional weight and as a snap sounded, your tense limbs sagged bonelessly onto the mattress for the first time in hours. 

     "...babes?" 

     You opened your eyes, and hated yourself for being relieved his hair was still blue. The demon shifted so he was straddling you, all gentleness and caution until you flinched away from him. Beetlejuice laughed; an awful, watery sound. He looked at your wrists, skin red and angry, then at your blood-slick hand.

     "Oh, I've really fucked up this time, haven't I doll?" He shifted a little further away but didn't get off the bed. From how he was looking at you, it might've been impossible for him to do otherwise. 

     You cradled your bloody hand close to your chest and saw the Beetlejuice you knew sitting close enough to touch, though you'd never quite felt further away. 

     He was on his knees now, taller than you but not towering, and clearly at a loss for what to do. It was silent, but only for a minute.

     "I could smell him on you."

     You smiled weakly. Your shoulder didn't ache quite so much any more and although the adrenaline was wearing off, your hand didn't hurt unbearably. Looking at the cut, it really wasn't all too bad, not enough to need stitches anyways. You scooted closer to the wall your bed was pushed up against and patted the spot next to you. 

     The demon didn't miss a beat. He was beside you in an instant, dirty hand hovering just above your uninjured one. He cleared his throat and moved to place it next to yours on the mattress.

     You forced yourself to lean into him a little, let him know it was okay, but it was obvious he could feel how tense you were. 

     "It's okay that you don't want to date me," you whispered, trying to keep dejection from leaking into your tone.

     He didn't respond verbally, instead sitting up straight and stiff like a soldier called to attention. With a sigh, you lay back a bit more, relaxing into the demon's side. 

     "I wouldn't want to date me either." 

     Getting pulled fully into his chest wasn't a memory you had as much as the knowledge that it must've happened given how you were suddenly sat in between his legs. 

     "Babes, you know I don't hate you, right?" 

     Instead of responding, you looked dubiously at the bright red rings around your wrists and tried to ignore how you shoulder twitched. Feeling defeated, you let your forehead fall against Beetlejuice's chest and took an uneven breath. 

     "Yeah," he mumbled into your scalp, letting his chin rest atop your head. "I guess I'm not making too good a case for myself, am I?" His tone lifted at the end as if to imply a joke, but his voice shook with sincerity. "I wanted you to know what it felt like to get left behind. I guess I was hoping you'd see how bad it was and…" 

     He trailed off and you mumbled into his chest, "And never do it to you again?"

     Beetlejuice pulled back a bit, separating your head from his chest, and took hold of your chin. The move wasn't quite so suave, rough around the edges and a little awkward because of your position, but he craned his neck and kissed you anyways.

     "You're too good for me, ya know that?" 

     Feeling a little less uneasy, exhaustion began to nibble at the edges of your consciousness. You tried to kiss him again, but missed just so and caught instead the corner of his lips. 

     "More than a fucktoy?" 

     If you were thinking a little clearer, those words wouldn't have left your lips. You wouldn't have seen Beetlejuice look down at you with shock scrawled around his widened eyes or the guilt and concern that creased the space in between his brows. For a second, you thought your slip up would be the start of a conversation you absolutely didn't want to have right now, and relief flooded your body when instead of taking the comment and running with it, the demon just curled around you a little tighter. 

     "Of course, doll," he mumbled softly. "More than that. Always." 

      You fell asleep soon after, and the last thing you remember thinking was how badly you missed when his green hair.

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"Ethan, baby?" I called as I tossed clothes behind me. He had promised to do my laundry, and I trusted him. But it seemed like he hadn't gotten around to doing it. I heard his padding footsteps and then a quiet, "Oh shit! I completely forgot." I turned to see him standing in the doorway, with a pout. I sighed and sat on the floor, "Can I borrow some clothes?" He bit his lip and headed to his side of the closet, digging around. The only reason I hadn't done my own laundry was because I had been so busy at work, and he was home all the time.

I was handed some socks, some joggers, and a black shirt. I took his outstretched hand and kissed him once I was to my feet. "We got a few minutes before Emma, Ian, and James show up." I chuckled and took his hands in mine, keeping our eyes together as my nose bumped his and our lips touched, "Nope." He whined as I pulled back and got a bra. He watched as I stripped myself of the few articles of clothing I had on and turned, my back facing him.

I felt his hands clasp my bra for me, he pulled the straps to my shoulders as he ran his fingers up my arms. "You can't do shit like this and not expect a consequence." I quirked my brow and he growled behind me. I felt his lips land on my skin as he dragged them to my hair and around the base of my neck. "Can't do this to me, babe." I rolled my eyes and slid on the joggers, tying them as tight as I could. I put the shirt on and tied it off with my ponytail before I tucked the loose end underneath to create a makeshift cropped top. I slid on the socks as I sat on the edge of the bed, and he watched.

Ethan reminded me of a cat sometimes. Silent, knowing, always ready to defend himself. But he also reminded me of the Energizer Bunny. Always moving, talking, doing something. He was and continued to be very complex at times. "Pink converse?" He asked as he looked back at our pile of shoes, messy and uneven. Grayson would shit his pants. I smiled, "Those would be my ideal choice. I need a splash of color with all this black." His head snapped over his shoulder as he snorted, then he looked back to find my right shoe. "You're lucky I love you so much. Pretty much gave you the only other outfit I have clean." I leaned back on my hands and smiled, "Oh? Am I taking up too much laundry? Maybe I should go wear Gray's clothes instead." Silence. I knew I struck a cord when he stood to his full height, and his lips still held a scowl. "Don't even say shit like that. You know how I get."

Jealous, Ethan became green with envy of his brother. My hands cupped his jaw and I pulled him onto me, the shoes long forgotten, as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He held himself up as I ran my hands down his shoulders and chest, stilling at his hips. "E, babe, you know I was teasing." I said softly before I flipped us. His eyes widened a fraction before he settled his hands on my cheeks, and he squeezed gently. "Can't help but get a little fucking pissed when I think of Gray's clothes on you. You're my girl. You wear my clothes."

I bit my lip as I leaned down, placing my forearms on his shoulders, as I rested my palms to the mattress below him. "Ethan, baby, I wanna wear your clothes. Not Grayson's. Who do I sleep next to? Or who do I let touch me in such explicit ways? Certainly not Grayson. I'm into the older twins." He snorted and I cracked a smile, before I kissed him quickly. "Seriously though, Gray's an ass clown." This made Ethan laugh heartily and he sat up with me in his arms. He nudged me with his nose and pressed our foreheads together as he spoke, "You wear my clothes, and I take them off." I smiled and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips, "Perfect."

Ethan laughed as I twirled around the room, dancing to whatever came on his playlist. He had opted to change his outfit three different times- settling on jeans and dark shirt, like always. I wiggled my eyebrows as I walked to him. Once in his embrace, we laughed softly. "Sorry to interrupt your moment." I turned to see James standing there with a pink drink in hand. I squealed and went to hug him. He threw his arms around me and squeezed back, "Hey sister!" I smiled and pulled away, "You ready for tonight?" Ethan came to hug James as he spoke, "Oh girl! You have no idea! Emma and I have been planning this night for ages! And we just knew you guys had to be there." Ethan smiled and kissed my cheek, "She hasn't stopped talking about it all day. Think she needs to get out more."

We moved to the living room, where Emma jumped in my arms and hugged me. "Hey bitch!" She yelled and I rolled my eyes as I hugged her back. "Hey asshole." She pinched my cheek lovingly as she climbed down and hugged me again. "Okay so you're my partner for the rides!" I smiled, "Then we're in for a good night. I'll go on literally any ride." Gray nodded, "She went on one at this theme park that literally throws you in the air." I shrugged and Ethan nodded. "We did it together and I got so sick after. She just ate chicken nuggets." I laughed and patted my stomach, "It's a talent, and you love me for it." Emma giggled, "I love that for you, baby." James laughed before he grabbed his phone and squealed, "Oh my god!" James pulled us all into a picture. Emma kissed my cheek and I let my eyes roll back before we started to laugh at the outcome of the photo.

It was a tight fit in the car. Emma sat on my lap, Ian sat in the middle of James and I, and the twins sat up front. "You know, we should eat half way through, take a rest, and then get on more rides. So we don't throw up." Ethan said as he turned in his seat. I raised my brows, "That's true babe. Oh my god! You and I are going on the swings together. Sorry Em, but I'm doing that one with E." She pouted before her lips burst into a smile. "Nah this shit's cute. I'll allow it." Ethan rolled his eyes before he looked at me, "Yes, before you ask, I'll buy you a cotton candy ice cream cone." I threw my arms around his seat as best as I could, it was a weak attempt at a hug, and I smiled. "Thank you, Ethan." He kissed my knuckles and turned back in his seat, still keeping a hold on my hand between the seats.

"Oh fuck!" Emma screamed as we dropped. I laughed and held my phone out to record us for my instagram. I was sandwiched between Emma and Ethan on the ride. Grayson's screams rivaled James' and Emma's- Ethan, Ian, and I just laughed our asses off. I held Ethan's hand in my other, as we whipped through the air on the ride.

Soon it slowed and we were allowed to get off. Emma jumped on my back and slapped my ass, "Lets go, horsey." I laughed and pulled her higher up, letting her legs tangle around my hips. Ethan took my phone and keys from me as he walked next to us. Grayson was recording us for his Snapchat, and James and Ian were laughing.

"Emma, baby, my spine is cracking." She laughed as she slid off me and I groaned. "I feel ninety now. E?" His shoulders sagged before he squatted down and I smiled, jumping onto his back. I pressed a kiss to his ear and rested my cheek against his shoulder, "Thank you, my love." He nodded and turned a little, "Anything for you." I sighed against his shirt, "Don't deserve you, Ethan." His fingers squeezed my thighs as he held me, before he muttered a quick, "Most of the time, I'm the one who doesn't deserve you. But then there are times like these where I'm not a sack of shit boyfriend." I scoffed, "You treat me like a queen, Ethan. Don't ever say that to me again." He nodded to me, I knew he was biting his lip by the way his jaw tensed and pulled forward slightly, and I knew he didn't believe me. But in this case, I was right, I did not deserve Ethan Grant.

I sat with my legs crossed over Ethan's lap with a cotton candy two scoop ice cream cone in my hand, and he sat next to me with a scoop of strawberry and a scoop of raspberry cheesecake ice cream on top. Gray sat on my other side with a cookie dough and vanilla cone, Emma had Dippin' Dots because she's vegan, James had strawberry and vanilla, and Ian got chocolate and cookie dough.

“Wanna try?" I asked Ethan as he eyed my cone. His deep eyes beamed at mine and he smiled, "Was I staring?" I laughed and nodded, "Cute though. Have a taste, babe." I leaned the cone to him and he tried it before he rolled his eyes back. "I just came, Y/N. I just busted the fattest nut." I laughed as I licked a stripe up his and he winced, "I can't eat after people, but I make exceptions for you because my mouth has been places." Grayson snorted beside me and I punched his arm.

James laughed and looked at Ian, "Don’t tell mom, Ian.” His brother laughed and shrugged as he listened to James, “We should talk about Y/N and Ethan." I raised my brows as I licked at my cone that had melted some. "What about us?" Ethan asked and I looked at him, "My thoughts exactly, babe. What did we do?" James looked at us over his cone and he pouted his lips, "It's more like what you haven't done." I snorted, "Which is? We've only been together for three years." Grayson rolled his eyes, "Only." Ethan snorted, "Pipe down, ass face." Grayson looked at him, "We look the same, ass clown!"

Ian laughed and Gray smiled. I covered my grin as I looked at E, "He's got you there." James rolled his eyes, "Back to what I was saying! Emma and I have discussed, and we shared with Grayson and Ian earlier. Why haven't you two considered marriage?" I looked at Ethan and he gave me a wobbly smile. My eyes widened, "Were you gonna ask me?" And he shrugged before he lifted my feet off his lap, and got up to throw away his half eaten cone. "I'll meet you all at the swings." I frowned and looked back at everyone else. "This is not how tonight was supposed to go." I muttered before I threw away the ice cream, and followed the shadows Ethan left behind.

I saw him brooding in line for the swings, the ride I was riding with him. And it made sense now. Why Emma buckled so easily in the car, usually she would fight to have my company on the rides. Why he had given my the piggy back ride, when normally he'd tell me to suck it up because I have two legs of my own, jokingly of course. Why he was so touchy earlier, Ethan never was big on public displays of affection. Ethan felt insecure about the proposal, but he couldn't tell me, and no one really listened, it seemed. I walked behind him, seeing as he was last in line. "You're hot. Your girlfriend must be super lucky." His shoulders shook with a chuckle and he turned. "You must really love me to trash your ice cream for lil' ole me." I shrugged and wrapped my arms around his neck, "It was a sacrifice I was willing to make. Ethan," I paused and ran my thumbs over his stubbly cheeks, "I really fucking love you."

He closed his eyes and nodded, "Wanted to wait, uh, was gonna do it up there. Then I got scared I'd drop the ring and I told Gray that. Guess that was his solution." I bit my lip and took his hands in mine. "I think we should get on the ride with blank minds. And if it feels right, just do it Ethan. There's no way in hell I'm saying no. But you do it when you feel ready." Ethan pulled me into his chest and he sighed against my hair. "Y/N, thank you." I slid my hands into the back pockets of his jeans, before I squeezed his cheeks teasingly. "Anytime, princess." He snorted at the pet name before he duct down and kissed me. And I, of course, kissed back.

I was strapped into the ride beside Ethan. Grayson and James were behind us, and Emma and Ian were in front. I took his hand in mine and laid my head on his shoulder as best as I could. "Just you and me." He nodded and laid his head on mine. We stayed quiet for most of the ride until he started to fidget and I sat up. We shared a quick look and then he took my hands in his. "Y/N. I love you. So fucking much. You came into my life when I was probably at my worst, and you fixed me. You made me realize it's okay to not be okay. It's okay to let these walls down, and just be real. And I'm so sorry it took me nearly four fucking years to realize that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you." I covered my mouth as I felt the tears slide off my cheeks.

The wind carried them off my skin and he cupped my jaw. "There's never a day where I don't thank god for how lucky I am to have you. I'm not the most religious, but he did me a real solid by giving me you. I wake up and I feel like I can take on anything, because even if I can't, I come back to you. I go to my home, get in my bed, and I see my girl. Mine. And I just want to say thank you for loving me. Thank you for caring for me when I'm sick, or even even I'm healthy. Especially when I'm not there mentally. You are perfect to me. You make my life so perfect. And I just really hope you wanna wake up next to my crusty ass for eternity. Y/N Y/M/N, will you marry me?" I wiped his cheeks as I nodded.

My sobs racked through my chest and I held out my finger for him to slip the silver band on. The diamond sparkled in the fair lights as they danced over the karats. I got out his phone and I took his hand in mine, before I captured the image. I looked back up at him as the ride started to slow, "Ethan. I really love you. My heart is so happy right now. And I don't have words. I'm speechless. You're so perfect and good to me." I hiccuped and he laughed. His throat sounded scratchy as he spoke, "I'm sorry if this proposal sucked." I shook my head and kissed his knuckles that were still latched with mine, "This was perfect. Just as perfect and as beautiful as the man in front of me. I love you so much, Ethan." He leaned over and kissed me hard. I let my wrists bend together over his shoulders as we shared the kiss.

When we got off, applause could be heard. Tons of his fans had crowded around, and Grayson stood with his camera. I hid my face against Ethan's chest and he laughed softly, "I asked him to film it. Want our kids to see what an absolute cheese ball their dad is." I laughed and hugged him. Girls screamed around us. James, Emma, and Ian were all waving at people and taking pictures. Grayson gave me a kiss to the forehead, "Hey sister, literally." I laughed and hugged him. He let me go and held his brother tightly. When they moved apart, Gray wiped under his eyes and he laughed. "I'm just really happy you're with Ethan. He deserves the best, and he's got you, so I'll say he got it done." I laughed and wiped under my eyes again. Ethan put his arm over my shoulders before he kissed my neck gently.

In the car, Emma sat shotgun, and I sat on Ethan's lap. My arms were around his neck as I nuzzled against his chest. "I had the best day, E." He looked over and smiled before he kissed me, "I'm so happy. Like I'm over the moon." I bit my lip and I really looked into his eyes as I toyed with his hair. "PDA just got worse." James sang and Grayson groaned from behind the wheel. "The minute you love a girl as much as I love Y/N, you'll understand baby bro." Gray grimaced, "Don't 'baby bro' me, you Backstreet Boys loving bitch."

Everyone in the car erupted with laughter. My eyes then shifted back to Ethan's, "Can't wait to be a Dolan. Fuck! We haven't even told our parents!" He laughed, "Mom is gonna flip, dad's gonna be excited. And I can only imagine how your mom and dad will be." I nodded and sighed, "Sounds like a problem for future Y/N and Ethan." Ethan laughed and squeezed my hip, "Indeed it does."

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Prompt: just a fic staring Kwon Hyuk aka Dean because I am thirsty for this man

You thought of Dean as some sort of a god. He was unreal, on another level. You’d annoyed Zico so many times by saying this that he had offered a million times to go take you to meet Dean but you would refuse each time. Just the thought of being in the same room as Dean felt overwhelming for no reason.

But today Jiho and Hyoseob were done with you obsessing over Dean. They were best friends and it almost felt weird when you talked about Dean in such a way. So they burst into your house going straight to your wardrobe.

“What are you doin- Jiho put MY UNDERWEAR BACK THERE” you screamed at Jiho as he twirled a pair of your panties in his hand as he chuckled. Hyoseob hit the back of his head, “focus man” he huffed as they continued to completely destroy your wardrobe

Hyoseob pulled out a cute little black skirt and a bright yellow tshirt and threw it at you.

“What the hell is this for?” You enquired, your head falling onto one side in confusion. It was 9 pm and all three of you knew your club outfits were a bit sexier but today being a weekday, it was blatantly clear that you weren’t going to a club.

“You’ll find out soon enough” Jiho chimed as they both left the room to let you change. You had no idea why you were going along with it but you decided to just do it

I mean, how bad can it get?

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“I swear to god if you don’t fucking take this blindfold off I’m beating your ass the moment I can” you yelled at Jiho, he held you arms behind and made you walk up some stairs

You figured it was no point in yelling and decided to take a different route.

“Hyoseob, Jiho” you whimpered slightly. Jiho’s hold on your wrist slowly loosened but he still held you.

“Just a few more steps okay?”

You heard a door opening and even though you loved these boys like they were your actual siblings, a little fear creeped into your heart at what they were doing.

You felt your blindfold slowly being lifted off and you squinted, the sudden intrusion of the light in your eyes. When your eyes had finally adjusted to the room’s lights you gasped out loud. You grabbed Jiho’s forearm.

“Oh my fucking god” you gasped lowly

“You kiss your mother with that mouth?” Jiho played. You slapped his chest in absolute awe.

There he was. Kwon Hyuk. In all his glory. Singing his heart out in the recording studio. His eyes were closed in concentration. He was wearing really simple clothes unlike Jiho and Hyoseob. Just a simple pair of black sweats and a white tshirt and yet he looked runway ready. You hid behind Hyoseob still holding onto

The song slowly faded away and he opened his eyes and he pulled his headphones off and smiled at his friends. He left the room and had to manually shut down the music. He peeked behind Hyoseob and his eyes met yours. He smiled slightly

“Hello, I’m Kwon Hyuk and I’m guessing you’re Y/N?” He mused, still smiling. You felt like your heart was gonna burst. You quickly gave him a small bow and held his hand in the handshake he had offered. Through all this you had still not left Jiho’s forearm.

Hyuk looked down at your hand that was still connect to Jiho’s and he smiled, “you’re with him?” He bit his lip sending shivers straight downwards.

“NO! I mea-n he’s like my brother” you quickly left his hand.

“Aw babe, I thought we had a thing” Jiho pouted slightly holding his heart in faux heartbreak.

You glared at him but quickly directed your attention back to Hyuk. He seemed interested in what you had to say and the conversation just flowed naturally. Both of you laughing at random things and sometime between 3 am and 4 am Hyoseob introduced into our fun our favourite friend anywhere we go

Soju.

A few shots down and being surrounded by artists you were dancing and singing out of tune with Jiho. The whole studio was alive with the sound of laughter and good music.

When it was finally time to go home you made Jiho and Hyoseob promise to crash at your place. The three of you wobbled out of the studio. Just as you were leaving Hyuk grabbed your wrist.

“Come visit me, just you” he mused into your ear sending shivers down your spine. Jiho and Hyoseob howled in a drunken haze and your already red cheeks further darkened and you nodded slightly.

The next day you woke up at 3 pm completely hung over with two grown men in various weird positions laying on you floor. You groaned as you hoisted yourself on your elbows not wanting to move and inch.

Then you thought of last night and sighed a girly sigh and laid back down on the soft mattress. Dean’s laugh was music just like his voice. You quickly got up from your bed throwing two pillows at the boys

“If you told me we were going to meet Dean I would’ve worn something better” you said as you shook them to wake them up.

Both of them groaned and mumbled something but you had already walked away, not caring about their response but already your meeting with Dean.

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A few weeks passed and you would visit Dean regularly. But he seemed a little annoyed now a days. He would furiously throw his headphone away at the slightest mistake on his end and just be in a pissy mood in general

When you enquired about it, he snapped.

“You wanna know why I’m annoyed? You’re the reason!” He yelled.

You felt your heart break into two. All the words in your mouth died down in your throat. Your throat felt dry but you felt your eyes tear up.

“You’re the reason I’m fucking annoyed gosh” he repeated.

You brought your hand up to your mouth and covered it as a lone tear escaped down your cheek. You turned away not wanting to show him how much his words affected you. You stormed to the door of the studio when you felt his large hand grip your wrist.

“Fuck you” you croaked. The tears now threatening to spill at alarming rate. You placed your head on the hardwood door as you felt him come closer to you. You could feel his breath on the back of your neck

“You. You distract me. You and those short skirts of yours, that delicious laugh and those plump lips that I want to devour” he said as he slowly pushed all your hair to one side. His head bent down to press his lips against the exposed skin of your neck and you hissed.

“Your beautiful body...” he continued, lips on your tan neck. “And a mind that’s more beautiful” he had now completely pushed you against the door. You just closed your eyes and let the overwhelming feeling seep right into your bones.

He twirled you with the hand he was holding and now your back was against the door. You were usually very feisty but with Dean you were like a small mouse. You lowered your eyes, but he hooked a finger under your chin and made direct eye contact with you.

You whimpered at this action, pushing your things together in desperate need for some friction.

“I always wondered what it would be like..” he dipped his head low once again, placing kisses on your neck, “to feel you around me” you gasped.

He still wasn’t touching you and you were getting tired of this no contact thing he had going. You wrapped your hands around his neck and pressed your lips to his. He smiled into the kiss, but still kissed you back. He hooked his hand behind your thighs and wrapped your legs around his waist, further pushing you against the door. You moaned as your clothed heat rubbed against the rough material of his denim jeans. He hadn’t even done anything yet but you were dripping wet. He chuckled in arrogance but took you over to the couch in his studio.

He sat down on it, you could feel his painfully hard dick just wanting to break free and honestly at this point you said fuck the foreplay.

You moved your wet heat over his restrained dick, he sat there smiling at your desperate state but wanted to be of help, so he pushed your panties to the side and suddenly your pussy was in contact with the denim.

“Hyuk plea-please” He was usually one to fuck around be not today. He quickly unzipped his jeans and pulled them down along with his boxers.

He stilled as you wrapped your hand around his hard length, pumping it a few times,coating his precum all over his dick. You positioned him at your extrance and slowly sank down.

You groaned at the delicious feeling of being filled. “Ah fu-fuck. You’re so fucking right ba-baby” His breath was uneven and his hips buckled involuntarily hitting your even deeper.

You moaned and held onto his shoulders. You placed your forehead on his and closed your eyes, losing yourself in his touch. You were not a virgin or in any way inexperienced, but moments with Hyuk were so much more passionate. You felt as if your body was on fire. Every inch of your being ablaze beneath his every touch .

His fingertips dragged lazily around your waist and left a line of fire behind on your heated body. You could also see your effect on him as he lulled his head backwards, trying to contain himself. His touch was awakening you.

“Such a good slut” he smirked, looking up from his ecstasy ride. “Look at how well you take my cock.. look baby”

He flipped you over, now your back was against the plush couch and he began drilling into you at an in humane pace. A mixture of pleasure and pain flowed through your veins with each single thrust.

“Fuck” you hissed feeling a knot bubbling in your abdomen. It was almost painful and you wanted sweat release.

“Hyuk I’m going to cum” you painted. He smirked and pounded into you as his other calloused finger came down to play with your clit.

You bit down on his clothed shoulder and subsided a scream as you came all over his dick, but he was still going strong. He continued to run circles on your poor abused clit and thrusted into you.

You were now a drooling, moaning mess. “Can you take one more orgasm baby? Cmon baby, do it for me” he whispered into your ear. You nodded slightly but you could already feel your second orgasm approaching. You also felt his dick twitch which meant he too was close. He growled and buried his head in the crook of your neck and you moaned out loud as you both came undone.

It felt like you were floating. Such euphoria had never been felt by you. You just lay there panting and trying to catch your breath as Hyuk pulled his pants up. He smiled slightly at you, quickly rushing to get a tissue to clean you up.

“I’m sor-“ he began but you cut his off again with your lips. Catching him off guard so his thigh accidentally rubbed against your sensitive pussy and you yelped. Both of you were silent before looking at each other and bursting into laughter.

“That was amazing “ you mused, kissing him again. You’d managed to clean your clothes to some extent but they will still soiled. You would take care of that later. You were currently lounging on his chest, hearing his slow heart beats as both of you relished in the feeling of a few moments ago.

Dean got up suddenly, reaching a hand out to you,

“You wanna go to my place?”

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Witch!Kurt #24: Interlude

Uh, so I had an idea today and I started writing it down. 12 pages and 6,800+ words later, I give you the very first Witch!Kurt smut fic.  Not everyone’s cup of tea, I understand, but what the hell.  It was a change of pace and I enjoyed writing it.  :)

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Adam trudged up the stairs, a feeling of leaden weariness causing each step to drag. In his arms he carried a set of pleasantly scented floral sheets, a fleece blanket, and a pair of new pillows that Burt had pulled from the linen closet downstairs. The older man had also grabbed a cardboard box out of the garage and dug out a pair of blue jeans, a gray Henley, and a red and black plaid flannel shirt to go over the top.  For some reason, the outfit had drawn a bittersweet smile from Burt and he had given it a little pat before he handed it over to his guest.

Not understanding, but grateful to have something to change into since he had foolishly left his own clothing back at Coach Sylvester’s office, Adam had added the outfit to his bundle and thanked Burt warmly for the loan.

“Kurt?” he called when he reached the upper landing. He had been expecting to hear the sound of running water, but the bathroom door was wide open, revealing a dark and quiet interior.  Adam had not thought he and Burt had taken so long to gather the supplies that Kurt should be finished showering already. He went to the room next door and pushed the slightly ajar door open with his foot. His breath caught when he saw what waited for him on the other side. 

His beloved was standing at the foot of the bed, which had been stripped of its quilts to reveal a bare mattress with only a protective polyester cover over the surface. Kurt was similarly attired, his soiled workout clothing removed, leaving him clad in nothing more than an athletic support. He was facing away from Adam and the straps of the protective cup showed off his naked posterior like a beautifully framed picture. “Oh, my.”

Kurt crossed his arms over his chest and turned his head to look over his shoulder, a pleased little smile tilting his lips. He did not appear at all startled to be walked in on. Indeed, his pose and expression both suggested that he was putting on a show in expectation of Adam joining him.

Adam remained where he was, staring with unabashed enjoyment at the expanse of wide shoulders, spine arching in a straight line from Kurt’s long neck to that nipped in little waist; the flex of his strong arms, lean muscular legs, and that perfectly rounded yet well defined bum. His eyes feasted, admiring every handsome line and luscious curve.

It was only a little after three pm, though it felt as though it should be much later, and rays of late afternoon sunshine were illuminating the room through a gap in the curtains and lighting Kurt’s pale skin like a particularly flattering spotlight. He almost seemed to glow. Adam felt his earlier weariness lifting, as if the sight of his darling so unashamedly on display for him had cast a fatigue banishing spell. “You are unbelievably gorgeous. The sexiest thing on two legs.”  

A pleased blush pinked Kurt’s cheeks as he turned around. His eyes were dark with lust, making them a mesmerizing shade of blue as he approached Adam with graceful steps that put him in mind of a stalking predator.  

Just knowing that he was the intended prey made Adam’s skin flush and his groin tighten.

Kurt reached out and removed the burden from Adam’s arms, tossing it atop a cushioned hope chest that sat beneath the window. “I cleaned up a little,” he said quietly, leaning in to kiss Adam with deliberate intent, lips and tongue inviting him, claiming him, causing him to go weak in the knees with a whimper of pure pleasure as his hands roamed that wonderful expanse of warm skin. Kurt pressed him up against the door, insuring that it would close firmly, and slowly rutted against him. Releasing Adam’s mouth, Kurt nuzzled against his jaw, then nipped his neck and his earlobe, giving the shell of his ear a slow lick. Something about that action always drove Adam’s hormones into overdrive and Kurt knew it. “I thought the shower could wait until later.”

He kissed Adam’s ear, making a pleased little sound when Adam’s fingers found the straps at his hips and tugged away the flimsy garment. It fell to the floor, allowing his hands to roam with even greater deliberation. “No point in wasting water before we’ve finished working up a good sweat, eh?”

Capturing his mouth again, Kurt murmured a wordless agreement as he went back to working out his apparent plan to make Adam lose all ability to form a coherent thought. Adam groaned appreciation for this plan as those long clever fingers unzipped the coat of his borrowed track suit and freed a draw string holding the matching pants up, allowing his fingers to slip past the waistband of Adam’s boxer-briefs.

“Want to see a magic trick?”

Adam smiled at the question. “If you’re planning to pull a rabbit out of my trousers, I think we’re already halfway there.”

Humor danced in Kurt’s eyes. He moved his hands back, gliding over Adam’s hips and hooking both thumbs into the dual waistband of his pants and underwear, pulling them down a few inches as his hands slid with sensuous enjoyment over the muscular planes of Adam’s rear. Kurt’s grip tightened, squeezing and pulling him forward so that Adam’s newly exposed flesh could press against Kurt’s own.

They ground against each other for a short while, then Kurt took a step back and met Adam’s eyes. His eyebrows hitched and he narrowed his eyes, staring at the half-discarded clothing Adam wore, then blinked hard. “Ta da!” he sang softly.

Adam jumped and then laughed when his clothing began to vanish from his body, piece by piece, landing in a small pile a few feet away. These garments were not replaced by any others and in moments, Adam stood as bare as his beloved. “So that’s what you meant! This is definitely new. Do I want to know how an afternoon of combat practice with Troy resulted in you learning to do a magical strip show?”

Kurt grinned. “Kind of a side benefit. Troy said something today about how I must have just enough teleportation magic to whisk one outfit away and will it to be replaced by another. So when I went into the bathroom to wash up a little while ago, I suddenly wondered if I could intentionally will a piece of clothing away without willing another one back. I tried it on my shoes first, and it worked. I can only move one piece at a time so far, and I have to concentrate hard to make it happen, but I thought you might like the result.”

“I do indeed, you brilliant, creative, naughty darling.”  He stepped forward, winding his left arm around his fiancé, and playfully reaching down with his other hand to tug one of Kurt’s long legs up around his waist. He pushed against him, making silly exaggerated gnawing sounds as he nibbled on Kurt’s neck and shoulder, causing him to burst into giggles.

Suddenly Kurt clutched at him, laughter replaced with a gasp when Adam’s hips thrust forward, their unusual angle causing his cock to push between Kurt’s legs and drag against his entrance. “Fuck,” he whispered, pushing tighter against Adam. “Do that again.”

He obeyed, reaching back to clasp Kurt’s buttocks for leverage as he thrust his hips once, twice, a third time. It was awkward, what with both of them standing, but the sensation was intense enough that he did not mind, and from the noises he was making, neither did Kurt.

“I never thought I was the kinky type,” Kurt said faintly, clinging to Adam with both arms tight around his shoulders and bucking his pelvis to give the swollen length trapped between their stomachs some much needed friction, “but this is so hot.”

Adam groaned in pleasure when Kurt whimpered and bit down on the join of his neck and shoulder, licking and sucking at a little strip of skin, his breathing becoming uneven and full of hiccupping little gasps as Adam continued to tease, adding a probing finger to the mix.

He slid his free hand down, feeling the muscles in Kurt’s thigh tremble with the effort of holding himself up in this odd fashion. Adam’s own legs were shaking a bit and he knew that, regretfully, he could not keep going this way. They needed to change position before they both wound up on the floor. “Would you get up on the bed, on your knees and elbows?” 

He had not meant it to sound so much like a hopeful question, but Kurt just kissed him gently on the mouth, then turned and knee walked a few feet up the mattress. He shot Adam a smile over his shoulder, then obediently bent forward to rest on his elbows, leaving his rear poised in the air and waiting on Adam’s next move. There was no nervousness or fear in his posture, only a slight tensing of anticipation as he waited to see what Adam had in mind.

Recognizing what a huge change that was from when they had first entered into a sexual partnership two years ago, and indeed how far they had both come in only a few days, Adam swallowed down a lump of gratitude and admiration for Kurt’s loving and courageous nature. Kurt trusted him, and his bravery encouraged Adam’s own.

Running his hands over the smooth rounded surface of Kurt’s ass, Adam gave one side a little nip with his teeth that caused Kurt to squeak and then laugh. He massaged the firm muscles before parting them to reveal the vulnerable pink pucker that was his goal. 

He paused. “Have you ever done this before?”

Kurt shook his head, but scooted his knees out a bit wider, silently indicating his consent.

Adam lowered his head, then paused, nose picking up an unexpected hint of sweet raspberries. The area gleamed damply and Adam suddenly realized that he had encountered no real resistance when he had used his fingers earlier. “So this is what you meant when you said you’d cleaned up a bit.” Kurt had not only scrubbed away the sweat from his workout, he had also prepared himself with some sort of lubricant. “Flavored lube? Did you somehow anticipate my desire to do this?”  

Straightening his arms so he could see Adam’s face, Kurt’s cheeks flushed. “No, I just … I had some left over and I thought you might, um … you know. ” With a slight squirm, he sat back on his heels and Adam did the same, allowing them to converse more easily. “I got it because, well, during all those months when you and I weren’t …”

He made an awkward gesture with one hand and Adam found it utterly adorable that now, of all times, Kurt was too shy to say the words out loud. “Before I came around to being sensible and resuming our stalled sex life?”

Kurt nodded. “I was missing this for a long time. I wanted to be with you so much, but I didn’t want to push you, or to make you feel guilty by making you too aware of how ready I was.” The blush got even deeper. “When I was dating before, even when I was engaged, I didn’t actually have a whole lot of sex. For a while I was even afraid of having it, but after I got started … well, anyway, there were times when I started to feel a little desperate. So even though it was embarrassing, I found a discreet shopping site and I learned to … um.”

Cocking his head to one side, Adam puzzled out what Kurt was trying to say. “To please yourself?” Kurt nodded, clearly uncomfortable openly discussing masturbation, even during sex with his own fiance. Then the half-statements clicked and Adam asked, “Are you telling me that you purchased a few, erm, special toys for yourself?”

He nodded meekly. “Not many, and I was really careful, but sometimes I needed to sneak a little alone time when my roommates weren’t home. And after you came back into my life, but we weren’t together together, um …  I bought a new toy just before Thanksgiving that looks … well … a lot like you.” The blush was now traveling down Kurt’s chest as the agony of explaining this grew. “Only the stuff it’s made out of tastes weird, and flavored condoms gross me out thinking about all the chemicals they probably have in them, so I looked around and I found some high quality fully organic lube. It’s super expensive, so I had to be careful not to use it too fast, but it tastes just like real raspberries, so I could … Oh, God, I’m totally a creeper, aren’t I?”

Kurt hid his face in his hands and Adam’s heart melted. The inference that Kurt had tried to comfort his loneliness by substituting an object that reminded him of the real deal, for the man he loved but could not express his desire with, made him feel both sympathetic and a trifle ashamed.  

He took a gentle hold on Kurt’s wrists and tugged them until his hands moved to reveal his burning face. “Not at all,” he said. “I hadn’t fully considered how difficult these last few months have been for you, but now I can well imagine. A healthy, sexually interested young man, whose loved one had been returned to his arms, only to lie next to him each night, intimately close and at the same time heartbreakingly distant. What else could you have done?”

“I felt guilty every time,” Kurt confessed, “but sometimes it was the only thing that worked.”

Adam kissed him. “Then I’m glad you did it, and I apologize that you were ever forced to.” Needing to push away the sadness, he tapped Kurt’s nose. “And you are hardly the first person to enjoy a little private time in that manner. Myself included, though I must admit that I never had the forethought to pack special lube along for a trip to the gym. Have they changed the equipment since my day?”

Kurt laughed, the sound relieved but still a little embarrassed. “Hardly, though I know a few guys there who probably wish they would. The truth is, I started stashing those things inside different shoes after the gang began spending so much time at the loft, just hoping nobody would stumble across it. Santana in particular has a nosy streak where anything sex-related is concerned. When I grabbed my sneakers to go to the school today, I forgot I had left the lube tube inside one of them.”

A grin stretched wide across Adam’s face. “So you pocketed it and since you’d already brought it along, you decided you might as well put it to good use.”

Kurt bit his lip, some of the earlier boldness flickering back into his eyes as he ran his hand down Adam’s bare chest. “I took it as a sign. I was going to ask if I could do you in the shower, but then I started thinking that my old bed had never been properly christened. And considering how many empty fantasies took place here, that seemed like a real shame.”

“Never?” Adam said in surprise. He tried not to think too much about Kurt’s life with his ex, but he had naturally assumed that a pair of teenaged lads who’d been sexually active for something close to a year before Kurt moved to New York would have been getting together on every level surface they could find. Lord knew he and his first serious boyfriend had done plenty of sneaky damage to the family furniture in their day.

Kurt shrugged, the play of muscles in his shoulders catching Adam’s eye in a pleasantly distracting manner. “My dad, or Carole, or Finn, or Sam were pretty much always around in those days,” he said. “Usually with some of the other glee kids in tow. Blaine’s parents barely even seem to live in their house.”

“Ah, so opportunity knocked louder on the other side of town,” Adam guessed.

Kurt nodded, leaning back into Adam’s arms and starting to get him on track by nibbling his earlobe again, drawing Adam’s hands around his body. He hummed in satisfaction when Adam took the hint and immediately began to stroke and play with his partner’s delightful endowments. Kurt began to rotate his hips, making the most of those hands. “Nothing ever happened here,” he murmured, “and now I’m glad it didn’t. I got this bed the year I started high school, and it’s witnessed an awful lot of half-formed fantasies. Including a few where a ridiculously hot older man fucks me right into this mattress.”

“I like the sound of that,” Adam agreed, twisting his wrist to get the most out of every touch as he stroked Kurt with the slow firm grip that he loved best.  “And we’ll definitely have to take care of your first impulse later on. I’ve had daydreams of my own about being taken in a shower stall, particularly by a lover possessed of porn star dick.”

Kurt paused, twisting around to look into Adam’s twinkling eyes with a pained expression on his face. “Excuse me?”

“Santana,” he said simply.

“Of course.”

Pushing him forward with a chuckle, Adam got Kurt and himself back into their earlier positions, encouraging Kurt back down onto his elbows. When he was ready, Adam wasted no more time. He could not resist giving the innocent looking little circle a small kiss and he felt Kurt twitch at the unexpected touch. “You can tell me if you don’t enjoy this, and I’ll stop,” he offered, “but I hope that you will.”

With that, he spread Kurt a little wider and applied the flat of his tongue in a long slow caress. Kurt jumped, tensing a little as he did it again, then shivering with a brand new sensation of enjoyment that soon became a series of muffled moans and needy gasps as Adam’s clever tongue stroked and rolled, probed and teased, introducing him to a whole new level of pleasure. Adam’s hand continued to lightly stroke Kurt’s cock, enjoying the heat of it, and the way that the soft skin moved and shifted over its swollen surface.

They continued for several minutes, until Kurt’s eloquence had been reduced to half-muffled cries of, “Unh! … Oh! … Ah!” Unable to speak coherently, he flailed a hand back and clumsily swatted at Adam’s shoulder to get his attention.

Adam looked up, wiping his wet chin with the back of one hand. He had got a little caught up in what he was doing. “Sorry, love. Do you need me to stop?”

Actions being better than words, Kurt reached down between his spread legs and gripped Adam’s swollen member, giving it a little tug.

Surprised, Adam laughed. “Ah, time to get to it? As you desire, my love. Oh … I, don’t suppose you packed condoms in your other shoe? I didn’t expect to need any this trip, and even if I had, my own clothes are still back in your coach’s office.”

For a moment, they looked at one another. Ever since Kurt was 17 and his father had forced him to read multiple pamphlets on STI’s, safe-sex, and how to achieve the best levels of comfort and protection during intercourse, he had been an absolute stickler about always using condoms. Since coming to New York, he even got himself tested at regular intervals, regardless of whether there was any logical need for it, just because it made him feel safer after his former partner’s known (and potentially unknown) infidelity.

After a split-second of visible indecision, Kurt suddenly raised his chin and then nodded sharply as if to say ‘So there!’ to some unknown memory. “You and I are both completely clean,” he said, “and I don’t want to stop.”

“Neither do I,” Adam said, feeling proud of his love as he knew better than most what a bold step Kurt was taking against the demons of his past. “Shall we, then?”

Kurt reached between them again, rising up on his knees and positioning himself over Adam’s ready cock. He paused a moment to look Adam in the eyes, a smile stealing over his handsome features, then he bore down, holding his breath against the stretch as Adam steadied his hips, pushing up a bit to ease his way as Kurt sank down into his lap, fully connecting the two of them. They paused a moment, taking in the new sensation, then Kurt turned his head to passionately ravish Adam’s mouth.

Flexing his strong thighs, Kurt began to shift, riding Adam with short bounces while Adam balanced him with one hand on Kurt’s stomach. The other rested on his lover’s thigh and Kurt soon leaned forward to rest both hands flat on the mattress, giving himself better leverage to roll his hips and truly enjoy the massage of his sensitive inner walls.

Adam held his breath. Kurt looking so blissed out, with beads of sweat rolling down the length of his spine, strong muscles flexing as he panted and whimpered with heightening sexual enjoyment. The position probably would have been rather funny looking from an outside point of view, but it felt amazing and in his open pleasure, Kurt was the most beautiful thing Adam had ever seen in his life.

When Kurt’s steady rhythm started to become less smooth, suggesting that he was tiring, Adam took his cue and straightened them up a bit, allowing Kurt to rest on his hands and knees while Adam moved in and out of his body in long thrusts that had his fiancé moaning low in his chest. Reaching a hand around Kurt’s body, Adam gripped him again and pulled in time with his thrusts. Within a couple of minutes, Kurt arched his spine and came with a cry that sounded almost painful.

A dim part of Adam’s brain noted that Kurt would probably regret his decision to forgo condom usage when he saw the mess they were making of his mattress cover, but nonetheless he pulled out when he felt his own imminent climax and finished over the already soiled surface of Kurt’s bed.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Kurt said tiredly when he realized, “but thanks.”

Adam smiled and pulled his lover aside, away from the mess they had made, and kissed him on his swollen red lips. Kurt must have been biting them in a courteous attempt to keep from sharing his activities with the folks downstairs. Luckily for all of them, Adam was a gasper rather than a yeller. “I knew you weren’t used to going bare-back, and I wanted you to be completely comfortable.” His arms tightened around Kurt in a fond hug. “And by the same measure, I’ve no objection to returning to protected sex once we’re home if you prefer it that way.”

Kurt kissed him back. “Always thinking of me, aren’t you?”

Noting his wistful tone and guessing that Kurt was remembering the other loved ones who had never seemed to do that, no matter how much he did for them, Adam said, “You deserve to have someone put you first, especially in matters such as this.”  He peppered his beloved’s flushed face with tender little pecks. “And it isn’t as if you weren’t constantly putting yourself out to make things good for me.”

“You sure you won’t mind using condoms, now that we’ve tried it without?” Kurt said, his tone an odd mixture of relief and curiosity. “I mean, it’s supposed feel better somehow, isn’t it?”

Reminded that Kurt had no personal experience to go on, Adam said, “Not enough to make a difference, assuming a fellow knows how to put the thing on properly.” He kissed Kurt’s temple. “You can give it a go yourself the next time, and make an informed decision. Just know that I’m not one of those barmy blokes who believe that wearing a thin coating to avoid making a mess will somehow destroy my manly dignity. In fact, I rather enjoy a good slick slide.”

Kurt relaxed deeper into Adam’s arms. “I love you so much.” He sighed dreamily and then laughed. “Oh, god, we’re going to become one of those gushy couples that everyone else finds sickeningly adorable, aren’t we?”

“I certainly hope so.”

They sat quietly for a few minutes, Adam settling his back against Kurt’s tall headboard, while Kurt rested in his arms with one of the discarded quilts pulled over them both, content to rest and enjoy the afterglow. After a while, Kurt said, “Sorry if I came at you with hormones blazing just now. I may have overreacted to the adrenaline rush of thinking you were in danger, then had kind of a carpe diem moment when you turned up safe.”

Cuddling him a bit tighter, Adam kissed his ear. “I understand completely. But did I give you the impression that I objected? Because I didn’t, at all.”

Kurt smiled. “Good. It’s just that we’ve only been sexually active again for a few days and I know that wasn’t an easy decision for you. I don’t want to scare you off.”

Pressing his lips to Kurt’s temple, Adam promised, “That won’t happen, darling. I was foolish to have held back so long, avoiding the good out of fear that something bad might happen.  I love you, Kurt, and I desire you more with every passing day. Each time we make love, my worries fade a bit more. It gives me hope that one day the Void and all that came with it will be nothing more than a dim memory.”

Kurt nodded but did not reply, seeming to understand what he hadn’t said, that for now there were still moments when those ghosts came back to haunt him. Fortunately, Kurt seemed to have accepted that he was not the cause of those times; that Adam felt stronger and safer in his arms than he ever did out of them.

“On the subject of being scared, though, may I ask what made you charge to my rescue so gallantly today?” Adam asked, tipping his head to get a better view of Kurt’s face. “I’ve had any number of silly panic attacks since all this began, but I’ve never seen you quite so badly affected by them.”

His fiancé shivered in his arms. “Don’t call them silly, Adam, please. That was horrible. I can’t even imagine how you’ve found the courage to go outside and start living a normal life again if that’s how you feel every time you try. I’ve never experienced your feelings as strongly as I did today.”

“It’s not always like that, and it isn’t every day,” Adam told him. “When you’re with me, I can usually stomp down the fear. When I’m with others, it’s harder, but they do their best to distract me from myself and that helps. The worst part of the Void was the endless solitude. The loneliness and blank emptiness of it all. Having company and distraction helps a great deal. It usually happens that I’m entirely alone when the attacks hit, or in places that are a bit too open for my comfort. Like that bloody fire escape.”

Kurt gave the arms surrounding his chest a hug of sympathy. “And today?”

“I suppose it was just that he appeared so suddenly,” Adam guessed, grimacing but no longer panic stricken as he recalled the sight of his enemy. “One moment the girls and I were walking and talking, and then I turned my head and there he was, big as life. It was too sudden and I reacted on pure instinct; all my good intentions flying straight out the window. The girls pulled me back into the alley behind the shop and got me settled while Tubbington went in to look about. Then we all came here. It only lasted a couple of minutes.”

Kurt sighed. “It felt longer. Like a massive earthquake followed by a series of after-shocks.” He hesitated, seeming to deliberate about whether to say anything else, then he took a deep breath and admitted, “Part of it was because I was so worried about you being far away, but I think the other reason I was so shaken up is that this particular attack felt familiar.”

Adam frowned. He had been assuming, rather self-centeredly now that he thought about it, that no one in their group could possibly understand how he had been feeling. “In what way?”

Kurt sat up and swung his legs off the edge of the bed, turning around to face his lover. “When you saw Blaine, you didn’t just feel fear, or even panic,” he said, meeting his eyes with a sadness shining in his own that surprised Adam. “The fear was mixed up with anger, helplessness, and a sort of crawling revulsion that made you feel like you wanted to either vomit or take off running just to get away from it.”

Amazed, Adam nodded. “Yes, exactly that!”

How was it that Kurt was able to articulate his feelings better than Adam could do himself?

“For a moment, even second-hand, what you were going through nearly overwhelmed me. It came on so strongly, and then it just felt like an echo, and that was almost worse because it repeated over and over. I think you accidentally triggered a memory that I do my best to keep locked away. That’s why I panicked right along with you.” Kurt’s lips twisted in a self-disgusted smirk. “It’s ironic that it happened when you saw Blaine with Dave Karofsky.”

All at once, Adam understood. The feelings Kurt described so accurately were gleaned from personal experience. They had brought back the days of being a terrified teenager roaming the halls of his high school, abused and unnoticed by those around him while his tormentor, the same young man that Blaine Anderson was now dating, had lurked about like a monster in the dark, just waiting for a chance leap out and hurt him again.

It made Adam feel sick to realize that Kurt had undergone such an experience, particularly when he was so young. If this was how Kurt had felt for months at a time, only to escape it by transferring to Dalton Academy, then it was no wonder he had put his hope and heart so fully into Blaine Anderson’s unworthy hands. It also explained a great deal about why that vile creature had been able to sink his hooks so deeply into such a brave and strong-willed person as Kurt.

“You poor darling,” he said softly. “I had no idea you understood so well. You may not have been in a literal Void, but you know all too well how it feels to go alone and unnoticed by the world around you. And you somehow found it within yourself to forgive them all, and even to offer a hand of friendship to the one who had hurt you most directly. You felt more compassion for him than worry for yourself. That’s �� darling, I have no words.”

Kurt blushed at the frank admiration in Adam’s tone. “I had to. I couldn’t just go around hating everybody, or shutting them all out of my life because they had hurt me. Most of them didn’t even realize what was going on. I mean, not all of it. And David was horrible to me, but he was just so scared. Over time I figure out that he was more afraid of me, of what I represented, than I had ever been of him. He was completely alone even among his best friends, and I knew how that felt. I just had to forgive him.”

“But to become friends of a sort,” Adam said, shaking his head. “That’s a bit above and beyond if you ask me. Especially after you knew the boy had formed an unhealthy crush on you.”

Kurt looked a little uncomfortable at that reminder. “Yeah, that was … kind of sad. First he hated me because I was everything he couldn’t be, then he turned right around and decided he was in love with me because I was everything he wanted to be. I knew that deep down, David’s feelings were never really about me. They were about the parts of himself he didn’t know how to face.” Kurt smiled a little. “The good news is that he apparently did really well once he accepted who he was and started to live life more openly. I was really glad for him. At least, until now.”

The smile faded and he leaned more heavily against Adam. “I hate that I can't help him right now. Dave found peace and he was doing great. Sam had figured out what he wanted and was on track after a long time of being at loose ends. Why couldn't Blaine just leave them alone? Why does he have to poison every good thing he touches?”

“I don’t know, my love,” Adam said, “but together we will find a way to stop him. And though I’m sorry you had to re-experience those old memories through me, I thank you for sharing them. Your bravery and kindness will serve as a reminder to me the next time I find myself feeling overwhelmed.”

Kurt hugged him. “If it could help you, then I’m glad it happened.” The quilt had fallen to the floor when he turned around and they both shivered as a draft of cold winter air snuck through a tiny crack in the window frame and hit their bare skin. “I think we’d better go take that shower before Dad starts getting suspicious about how long we’ve been up here.”

“Oh, I’m sure he knows exactly what we’ve been up to, going by the somewhat pained look he gave me when he handed over the sheets,” Adam said with a laugh, “but I care too much for your parents to rub our relationship in their faces. Besides, I’m feeling quite rested now.”

Kurt raised an amused eyebrow. “Enough for round two?”

“Actually … yes,” he admitted somewhat sheepishly. Rather than tiring him out, their bout of amazing sex had just revved his libido to new heights. Skimming his hands over Kurt’s torso in a way that made him shiver with more than cold, he said, “By the time I’ve finished washing your lovely hair and lathering soap over this gorgeous body, I should be more than ready.”

Happy to take him at his word, Kurt stood up and moved to the pile of abandoned bedding. He picked up the fitted sheet. “Help me strip the mattress pad off and make the bed before we go. I’ll slip down to the basement tonight after my parents go to bed and run it through the washer.”

“Excellent idea,” Adam agreed, knowing that he would feel guilty if he and Kurt were to go home leaving a mess for poor Carole to deal with. “And speaking of destroying evidence, do you suppose Carole would mind if I were to borrow her kitchen tonight to whip up some bruising ointment? You’re starting to bloom in all sorts of distressing shades, my love. What exactly was my old friend doing to you in that practice salle today?”

Surprised, Kurt looked down at his body, noticing for the first time that he was starting to sport a multitude of rounded discolorations where rubber balls had smacked him wherever he was not fast enough to avoid them. Ruefully rubbing his shoulder, where a bruise as big as his palm was forming thanks to a particularly hard smack from a dodge-ball, Kurt explained his morning’s activities.

Adam was not pleased by the rough treatment, but he could admit that it had probably been a good method for showing Kurt where his defenses were weak. Still, if his beloved had not looked so pleased with his own progress, or seemed so enthusiastic for his next lesson, he might have considered going to NYADA and punching Troy right in the face, or having him drummed out of the Apples. Adam might have graduated, but he still had some pull with the group he had founded. “And you’re sure this was a good idea?”

“Positive,” Kurt said calmly. “The things Troy and Dale showed me really helped, and he answered a few questions I’d had too. I think all of us should spend time with the combat jocks. Troy seems to know a lot about sensing power and controlling its usage. Maybe he could help us figure out how to reverse the damage Blaine has done to the people in this town.”

Adam nodded thoughtfully. “That’s a good notion. I also have a few questions I’d like to ask. Meanwhile, unless matters take a sharp turn for the worse in the next few weeks, I think you and I can spare enough time to get our other commitments in order first. Your play, the winter critique, my quest for employment, time spent with the coven, and so forth. As we’ve recently been reminded, balance and reciprocity are vitally important for us as human beings, as well as witches.”

Kurt smiled brightly, setting the last pillow into place and smoothing the case around it. The bed looked perfect. Not at all as though it had just hosted a mid-afternoon romp. “I agree, and I’m going to study hard too, to get my knowledge up to speed. Somehow I’m not finding that idea nearly as intimidating as I did 24 hours ago.”

“Having the support of those closest to you makes an enormous difference,” Adam said, pecking an understanding kiss against his lips. “And in spite of the way things fell apart at the end, today’s adventure with the girls gives me real hope that with the right amount of support and distraction, I will one day be able to make a full recovery.”

“I’m so glad, honey,” Kurt said, eyes shining. “I had my doubts about this, but if that’s how you really feel then it was more than worth it.”

Kurt’s eyes narrowed and he blinked while making a small whisking motion with his hands. Once, then a second time, and Adam laughed at finding the two of them newly attired in a pair of bathrobes. Evidently Kurt’s newfound ‘magic trick’ worked both ways. Adam was also amused to note that while Kurt had put himself in a simple but comfy looking white toweling robe, he had dressed Adam in a ridiculously posh navy silk with Kurt’s own initials embroidered on the breast pocket. Fingering the embroidery, he said, “Hugh Hefner phase?”

“Sleepovers with the girls used to make me feel like I needed to get dressed up. That robe was part of an entire matching ensemble.” He picked up the clothing Burt had loaned Adam, a slightly pained smile crossing his face as he recognized the outfit. “I had no idea he had saved this. Would you believe I had a very brief redneck phase?”

Adam laughed. “No. Really? You?”

“Ask Brittany about it some time,” Kurt said. “She might be able to give you some tips.”

Adam had no idea what that meant, but it certainly sounded intriguing. He would have to have a nice long chat with Miss Pierce when they returned home. Perhaps over fresh chocolate biscuits and a high school era Kurt Hummel video viewing party.

Kurt gave him a strange look, probably wondering why Adam was suddenly smiling like the cat who ate the canary. Shaking his head, he opened the bedroom door and took a peek out into the hallway, on the lookout for suspicious parental presences. Finding none, he grabbed Adam by the hand and led him to the bathroom.

As Kurt bent over to turn on the water faucets and start the shower, Adam licked his lips. He wondered if his fiancé had any of that excellent raspberry lube left. Kurt had said it was an organic recipe, and considering how well his lover had reacted to their experiment today, it might be time to consider adding a new recipe to his Potions repertoire.

THE END