#he's so innocent I have smutty thoughts but I couldn't write them right off the bat

[mentally-a-slut]

Staring Problem (Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader)

Rating: M (a little spicy, nothing too bad)

Summary: An innocent staring problem evolves into something out of your most romantic fantasies.

Note: Okay, so I just whipped this up to show y'all what my writing would look like, it's really last minute and unedited so don't expect too much, but I hope you like it! It's a little messy because I just kinda started writing with no real idea, but please leave feedback! Also, if enough people want it, I am open to doing a smutty part two :) enjoy!

You hadn't thought you were being obvious with your staring, but were very quickly proved wrong when Mary-Beth slid up next to you, giggling. "Enjoyin' the show?"

You spluttered and blushed at the young woman's implication, lightly shoving her. "I'm not staring!"

She giggled again and gave you a look. "I don't blame you, I do it all the time. Nothing better to do than watch the men chop wood, especially if I'm supposed to be doing chores."

"Mary-Beth! Where is that girl?"

Mary-Beth gasped. "Oops! Gotta go!"

She scuttled off back to her table, frantically fiddling with the needle and thread to make it look like she was sewing. You sighed as you tore your gaze from her, eyes settling back on the man in front of you.

Of course, you were staring. Pretty damn hard, too. But hey, when Arthur Morgan is swinging an axe in the blazing sun, sleeves bunched up around his elbows, you just have to stare.

You knew you should at least be more subtle about it, instead of standing there uselessly leaning on a wagon, but whenever your eyes snagged on him, it was almost impossible to tear them away.

You'd lost all shame anyway, ever since he sort of confronted you about your crush. It had been an awkward conversation, one filled with stuttering and apologies. He hadn't expressed any discomfort, though, and simply acknowledged the fact that you liked to stare. He didn't outright reject you, but you knew better than to read into things. And even if he wasn't interested, who were you to deny yourself a show if he didn't mind giving one?

You only tore your gaze away when you heard Miss Grimshaw turning the corner, and you hurriedly tried to look busy. It usually worked, and you were back to staring as soon as she was out of sight.

You inwardly sighed when he sent the axe splitting through the last log. Show's over.

Even as he leaned the axe against the stump and turned to leave, you couldn't avert your gaze. The light was hitting him just right, golden rays bathing his tanned skin and making him look like an angel. Your face burned when he turned and met your gaze, and he simply tipped his hat with a smile. Sometimes you wished he would straight up say something about it instead of letting you ogle him. The heat that rushed to your face every time you were caught was stifling.

You had to resist the urge to follow him and see what he was getting up to next, instead settling on joining Mary-Beth. She looked up at you with a teasing smirk when you sat down, glancing behind you at the man who held your attention. "Show's over, huh?"

You rolled your eyes, sighing. "...Yeah."

She burst into giggled at your confession, dainty fingers going up to cover her mouth. "What's so funny?"

You started at his voice, the closeness of it surprising you. You turned to look at him, craning your neck to meet his eyes. You could've sworn there was a knowing smirk on his lips, but you chalked it up to the sun in your eyes. Even though you were facing away from the sun.

"Nothing!" you said too quickly.

"We was just talking about how she was staring at you chopping that wood."

You whipped your stare around to Mary-Beth. She just giggled and shrugged, acting innocent. "I- I wasn't-"

"S'alright, I know you were."

His words only made you want to shrink into yourself, never to see the light of day again. Mary-Beth took her leave, teasingly waving goodbye. She had just left you alone, with Arthur, a blushing mess.

"I don't- you-"

You all but yelped when he sat next to you on the log bench, close enough for your legs to brush. "If I didn't like it, I wouldn't let you do it."

"I didn't mean to stare!"

He chuckled, a low noise that traveled through your body and left goosebumps in its wake. "Yeah, you did."

You tried to come up with a valid explanation that wasn't 'I think you're really hot,' but came up short. "I'm sorry, I-"

"No need. I think it's cute, your little staring problem."

You didn't think you could blush anymore, but there he went, making you lightheaded with his words. "You... me, cute?"

His eyes met yours, and you had to stop yourself from swooning. His eyes were so blue, like shining crystals in the sunlight. "Yes, you. I thought it was obvious."

"What was obvious?"

He rolled his eyes affectionately, calloused hand brushing against yours. "That I'm sweet on you."

All coherent thought disappeared from your brain at that moment. "Huh?"

Your skin tingled as his hand grasped yours, rough fingers intertwining with yours. "I like you, sweetheart."

"Is this a joke?"

He chuckled. "No. I know I didn't really go about it right before, but what I meant to say was that I feel the same. It just... didn't come out right."

Your whole body was on fire, overwhelmed at the feeling of him so close to you. "So... you've liked me back, this whole time?"

"Mhm."

"Oh. That's... good."

"Just good?"

Your eyes found his, shining with emotion. "You know what I mean. I just can't believe..."

He stared at you, eyes shining with what must have been admiration. With his hand still holding yours, he stood, tugging you with him. "C'mere."

You stumbled after him, too awestruck to think. He led you to the spot you liked to stare at him from, the wagon obscuring the two of you from the rest of camp. Your back was to the wagon, his frame towering over you and he stood in front of you. He was close, close enough for you to lean forward and be chest to chest.

"When you stand here all clueless, drooling over me like nobody's watching," the hand that wasn't holding yours came up to rest against your cheek, "I have to force myself to keep working and not march over to you and kiss you til you can't breath."

You let out a strangled sound, breath hitching as he leaned closer. You were now trapped against the wagon, his body resting against yours. It was the best trap you'd ever been caught in.

"And when you look at me with those big, lovestruck eyes, I just wanna grab onto you and never let go."

A sigh that sounded more like a whine escaped your lips, knees threatening to give out beneath you. "Keep going."

He chuckled at your words, brushing his lips so, so close to yours.

"When you're concentrating on something, and you make those cute little noises, all I can think about is how I wanna bend you over and see what pretty little sounds I can get out of you."

"Holy shit," you whispered, eyes fluttering as his lips barely brushed against yours.

With a shaky sigh, you grabbed his collar and pulled him toward you, crashing your lips together. He let go of your hand, gripping your waist and holding you close. His lips were warm against yours, gently molding against yours. You brought a hand up to his hair, running your fingers through his short strands. An involuntary whine slipped from your lips, and it was swallowed by his increasingly desperate kiss. His hand slowly moved to your back, pressing you closer.

When his tongue brushed against your lip, you gasped, and he hummed against you as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. You recovered quickly, meeting his tongue with yours with matching desperation. Your fingers closed in his hair, tugging lightly. He groaned softly, and the sound traveled straight to your core.

When he pulled back for air, he kept his face close to yours, blue eyes darkened as he looked down at you. "You're so pretty like this, all whiny and desperate."

His praise elicited another whine from your lips and you pulled him back against your lips. This time he kept pulling away from you in between kisses, chuckling as you chased after him. He mumbled soft words against your lips, each one making you want him more and more.

"Pretty girl."

"So good for me."

"So needy."

You whined in frustration and kissed him roughly, hands running over his body. When his hands ran over your ass and gripped your thighs tightly, you jumped up and he pressed you up against the wagon. The angle was torture, your core level with his, and the heat of your arousal was overwhelming. Your hips struggled to meet his, seeking the friction you craved, but Arthur just chuckled against your lips and held you still. "Not yet, darlin'."

You would have been embarrassed by the whine you let out if you weren't clouded with lust. You continued to wriggle against his grip, whining as he tortured you with slow, passionate kisses.

"Arthur!"

He pulled back with a groan when someone called his name, his forehead resting against yours. "Yeah?"

"Got a job for you!"

He sighed. "Be right there!"

You sighed and let your head fall against his shoulder. "I'm sorry, baby."

You hid your face in his neck, trying to hide the blush his words caused. "S'okay."

He gently set you down, hands settling on your waist. He lifted your face to his, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. When your eyes fluttered open, you were met with his darkened eyes that held a promise for things to come.

"We'll finish this later."

[sweetestlamb]

Hands On

Summary: Dalmi appreciates the majestic wonders that are Nam Dosan’s hands. 

Author's note: I’ve never seen a ship war before in kdrama land so I was completely unprepared for some of the things I saw in this tag lol but I mean I guess it’s cool that this show is making everyone feel so much. I think Dodal is absolutely adorable as a couple and every time they hug or do anything domestic I swoon like a maiden in an erotica novel. Enjoy whatever pairing you want but I will be writing Dodal strictly as I don’t see any romance between the other pairing. I am many thoughts but not time sadly, I wrote this during my daily commute so excuse any typos and the brevity. 

Those wide palms wrap around her simultaneously comforting and overwhelming her, there are moments when those hands are mesmerizing; clicking at keys and making miracles become a reality. His brilliant mind is the catalyst but those fingers are the agents and she longs to cling to them, thank them and worship them.

Then, there other moments when they grip her face and dismantle her calm systemically taking her apart like a machine, then putting her back together effortlessly with a disarming nervous smile. His eyes squinting the way they always do when his heart is fluttering.

The first time she kisses his hand the blush that blazes across his high cheekbones is adorable, too pure. She feels dirty for imagining wrapping her lips around them and seeing how they taste.

Until she finally swallows them and he looks absolutely dazed and destroyed by the simple act, she knows in that moment she wants to be the one to do everything with him.

She wants him, Nam Dosan.

But she's never had this with anyone before, never had a shoulder to lay her head on or someone to lift her off the ground when she was so happy she thought her cheeks might crack. As much as she puts up a strong front and pushes into any space that he occupies, in the deep crevice of her mind she's just as terrified as he visibly is.

So she takes small steps, takes Dosan's advice and tests her hypothesis that he wants her as much as she wants him.

It starts with a brush of fingers, his sizeable hand is merely inches from her own and stagnant for once. He'd paused into the middle of a fit of genius, worrying his cuticle between sharp teeth. And her response is instantaneous, she snatches his hand away before peering at the skin to ensure it's not bleeding. His hands are beautiful. Strong and capable of making the impossible plausible, they should be protected at all cost.

"Don't do that, you'll make yourself bleed." She lightly chastises, twisting the digit left and right and sighing when she sees there is no permanent damage.

His eyes are bright and frantic, ping ponging between her face and her firm grasp on his hand. Soon his cheeks turn rosy and she almost laughs, even without the E.T she's able to read him like a book; they've kissed until their lips were sore but this is still enough to get his heart racing.

"I'm sorry." He softly replies, making no move to escape from her hold and looking reprimanded as if he's actually done something to her.

She wraps her empty hand around the hand she confiscated, sandwiching his hands between hers.

"Don't abuse these. I like them. A lot." She squeezes his hands tightly, stroking at the smooth skin before bringing them up to her lips and placing two smacking kisses on his wrist.

His silence is deafening but his face provides all the answers she needs, pupils dilated and his teeth now leaving indents in his bottom lip.

She vaguely wonders if he knows the indecent picture he makes, but he frequently does this unknowingly seduces her with this actions.

"You do realize that the rest of us are also in this room right? " Saha's voice cuts through the haze sounding affronted, sneering at them over her phone.

It's only then that she shifts her eyes from Dosan's pretty blush and gazes around the room, the other two members of Samsan tech are pointedly looking at the ground, Chul-san even going as far as whistling and pointing out patterns in the floor regaling about how wonderful the office is as if they haven't been here for weeks now.

She supposes she should feel embarrassed but she can't muster up any shame.

She opts to tease instead. 

Smirking at the other girl she grabs at her perfectly manicured hand across the table, "Are you jealous? Do you want some attention too hmm?"

The prissy designer squawks loudly as Dalmi puckers up and then Chul-san leaps up pushing his chair in a haste to defend the designer, bodily blocking her from Dalmi's gaze and she can't contain that giggle that bubbles up in her chest.

"I'll protect you!"

A glance over reveals that Chul-san is the one who needs protection with the glacial glare being sent his way, Saha stands in a huff leaving without any explanation. No one reacts except the goofy coder who watches her departure with forlorn eyes.

Throughout the commotion, Dalmi never releases the hand in her possession. Stroking him in light brushes that drag from wrist to knuckle.

She knows she should give him back his hand, he's trying his best to type with one hand and honestly still moving quicker than most but still she prepares to free him.

But suddenly the hand is yanked from her capture and she jolts at the sudden movement, turning to him with wide eyes.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" He hastily apologizes, even going as far pressing his previously snatched hand back into hers, wriggling his long fingers into her much smaller hand.

Once again his ridiculous antics disarm her and she can't help but smile at him, shaking her head before squeezing his hand and returning to her own abandoned keyboard.

"It's okay you can have your hand back, that's what makes all the magic happen." She teases him internally delighted at the more carnal thoughts that come to mind at her own words.

He's wearing his patented squinty blush™️ face now version 2.0 which includes flushed cheeks and lip biting, but he stutters out a reply after a few minutes of avoiding her eyes.

"Sorry, it's just...I was stuck on something. I couldn't make the right connection but after you....." He trails off but his eyes are fixed on her hands now, still on the table as she listens to him.

After she what? She peers back at him waiting the rest of the sentence that doesn't appear to be coming.

"After I?" She eggs him on staring up at him expectantly, even sitting he looms over her.

"Ummm...your hand. And my hand. It helped me put the pieces together."

Fondness rolls over her like a blanket as she watches this brilliant coder stutter his way through a simple explanation.

After she held his hand.

He starts to spin his chair in little half circles now, before turning back completely to his work space. Then his fingers are moving at a rapid pace, tap tap tap echoing in the room as he solves another issue as easily as he blinks.

"Thank you."

She almost misses the whispered words but she's always listening to him. She begins to shake her head, not doing anything that warrants gratitude but the smile he shoots her way leaves no room for argument.

She can do nothing but beam back at him, heart hitching when he reaches out to squeeze her hand before his friends start grumbling, she sticks her tongue out at them before skipping off to get them all coffee already memorizing all of their orders. If she stays the temptation to touch Dosan will be too much.

Her fingers are still tingling, his magic rubbing off on her.

When she makes her way back to the room Saha is back and as prickly as they're all used to. With a sigh they all throw themselves back into work.

It's been a long day, their app has crashed and no amount of tapping away at the computers is enough to fix it, she can see the way it weighs on Dosan's shoulders as if ever failure is all his fault.

After a prolonged minute he stills, his head falling onto his hands in defeat. Those broad shoulders collapsing like pillars constructed from sand. His fellow coders try to cheer him up, telling him that they will stay late with him but they all know that he doesn't need help. He so often is their lone hero.

"I'm going for walk." His voice is barely above a whisper, as he heaves himself from his chair and lifelessly stalks out the door.

Dalmi feels all eyes turn to her as she watches his exit, she wars with herself wondering if it would be better to give him space. But a voice pushes her to follow him, knowing how hard Dosan can be on himself. He's incapable of cruelty unless the one being stabbed is himself.

"I'm going to the bathroom." She lies, meaninglessly as no one believes her and Chul-san even calls out that Dosan probably went to the roof. She rolls her eyes, she already knew that. Roofs held a very special place in their relationship.

She sprints up the stairs, loose hair swinging wildly behind as she pushes the door open.

Immediately she finds her Dosan, trying to make his large body smaller sitting hunched on a metal bench, taking a minute to smooth down her flyaways she marches over to him. Pep talk on the tip of her tongue.

But she's intercepted as a new figure enters her field of vision, long amber brown hair blowing in the wind. The unknown woman stalks over to Dosan, Dalmi bristles as she watches the woman reapply lipstick before closing the gap.

She can't hear the words but she instantly knows that Dosan is being flirted with and has no idea of the occurrence, he had jumped when first approached and then after a puppy-esque head tilt started to explain something, hands in motion.

Fire simmers in her veins the longer the conversation drags on, soon the woman has taken a seat and she is all easy smiles and constant hair tucks. Then she starts to lean into his space and Dalmi brightens when he scoots away, maintaining the distance between them.

Dalmi reaches for her scrunchie, slipping it from her wrist and catching her hair up in a loose ponytail.

Marching over she walks until she's right in front of the coder, for once looking down at him before reaching out and taking his hand. Using all her strength she pulls him, at first he's rigid and immoveable and then he's standing and allowing himself to be yanked into her orbit.

The woman glares at her before raising an eyebrow, "Who are you? We were having a conversation." Annoyance drips off every word that falls from her lips.

Dalmi steps forward, as Dosan steps behind her dwarfed by her despite their laughable difference in height.

"I'm his CEO."

She glares harder at Dalmi. Now standing as well, arms crossed petulantly.

"You're just his CEO. Why are you interrupting?"

Dosan's breath hitches in the background and Dalmi wonders if he finally realized what was happening just now.

"He can't fraternize with the enemy. We're going now."

A part of her wonders if she's overstepping her boundaries but when she turns to face Dosan he's squinting into the distance and she knows that her jealousy is not unwelcomed.

When she has Dosan safely away from the poacher, she peers up at him his hand still curled around her own.

"I'm sorry."

His unwarranted apology snaps her back to reality, she almost groans at herself. She wasn't normally a possessive person but Dosan made her act stupid sometimes.

Instead of acknowledging his apology she replies, "Do you know why she was talking to you?"

He stares at her blankly before it morphs to confusion and then realization.

His eyes widen.

He nods solemnly.

"Yeah I know why."

She watches his face avidly as he opens his lips to speak once more.

"She wanted...my coding secrets. That's why she was asking me about myself and for my number. She was probably trying to become my friend to sabotage us. I promise I didn't tell her anything."

Her brain careens as she processes the new information, teeth clenching at the thought of Dosan giving another woman his number.

Then his words sink in and her stomach unclenches minutely, she believes him. But a little voice in the back of her head offers some doubt and she braces herself.

"What if she wasn't trying to use you? Would you give her your number?"

She barely as to wait a full second for a response.

"No. Why would I do that?"

"Maybe you need someone to talk to."

He looks at her as if she's grown another head, "I have Chul-san and Yong-san."

Her hold loosens.

"And I have you." He grabs the point of her chin, drawing her head up until their eyes lock once more. The warmth from his hand sinks into her skin and she nuzzles into his palm before drawing him into a hug, standing on her tip toes to wrap her arms around his neck.

After a pregnant pause he melts into her embrace, deep breaths landing on her shoulder.

"You'll figure it out. I know you will."

He nods slowly, buckled over as he tightens his hold on her waist.

"Thanks for coming for me."

She mentally makes a note to pray the next time she's in church, thank the Lord for putting him in her life perhaps he was her guardian angel sent to make heathens like her believers.

She's drunk. She can feel the alcohol singing her in blood as she sways on the sidewalk. They'd all agreed to go out for drinks to celebrate, they were in the final two for Sandbox. It was surreal and before she knew it she had stumbled from giggly and tipsy into sloshed and incoherent.

Dosan looms beside her, her shoulder bag strung across his wide chest as he watches her in the corner of his eye. The others had bulldozed into Saha's car despite the designer threatening to dump their bodies on the highway.

So here they were alone.

When the bus finally arrived, strong arms lift her taking all her weight before caroling her into a back seat of the bus. She hums happily, fuzzy memory resurfacing of them holding hands on the bus. Without thought she reaches out and catches his hand, needing to feel his skin.

His hands are slightly damp but she doesn't care, she wants all of him sweat included.

She blinks awake at his whispers of her name and soft shoves, groggy she stands up letting him guide her like she's a young child. Her nap has sobered her up some and she's thankful she decided to forgo heels today, instead donning simple flats with a gold buckle.

"Do you need a piggyback?"

She turns at his offer, considering it but that means she would have to let go of his hands and that's simply not an option. She wants to enjoy every second she has remaining with those hands.

She shakes her head in decline, squeezing his hand as they trek up the incline to her house. The moon shines big and bright in the sky, washing them with its rays.

"You're home." He announces, looking down at her fondly before she starts to swing their arms between them.

He starts to pull her bag over his head, and the words tumble out of her mouth, her tongue loosened by all the alcohol she's consumed.

"What do you like about me?"

He stills at her question, eyes widening before his lips shift open. He looks lost for a minute and her patience wears thin as she awaits his response, when none arrives she huffs stomping her feet and repeating louder, "What do you like about me?"

Still he stares wordlessly and she drags her hand away, snatching her bag and turning to enter her house. She takes three and a half steps before he catches her wrist, she doesn't turn around but she pauses her escape.

A deep winded breaths swooshes past her ear and then he replies, "I...I like a lot."

She glares over her shoulder, and he withers under her stare. Large hands reaching out to caress her jaw as he looks at her with liquid eyes.

"Umm your smile, you have a great smile."

Said smile makes a guest appearance and she hums, "What else?" He smiles at her, the juxtaposition not lost on him.

"Your confidence, you believe in yourself." The and me is silent but still there. That brings a sad smile to her face, his own confidence is a work in progress. Suddenly dehydrated she swipes her tongue across the surface of her upper lip, pulling the bottom in and releasing it with a wet smack.

The act lasts all of three seconds but Dosan freezes, eyes fixated on her mouth although nothing is happening now.

His fingers inch towards her mouth until she can feel the heat and she waits for his next move.

When he makes none, she steps closer tugging him to meet her halfway.

Then finally as if that were his cue, he presses his thumb into her bottom lip, running across the plump moist flesh utterly entranced and red faced.

"I like your lips."

His actions are speaking loud enough but his words scorch her up and before she can consider the fact that they are outside her house, she swivels her head and pops his thumb into her mouth, his salty flavor exploding on her tongue. His hand feels even larger inside of her and she moans at the sensation.

His eyes are blown out and he's so still she doubts he's breathing, he looks helpless as he watches her sink further down the wide digit.

She swirls her tongue around the pad of this thumb and she swears Dosan melts into her. All of his bones seeming to liquefy.

When she slides off his thumb he's still dazed and dumbfounded, lips opening and closing like a fish sputtering on land.

She's nothing if not an opportunist and she crashes into him, tugging him down to meet her as she sucks the soju off his tongue. He groans into the kiss but lets her lead, bending when she grapples with his shoulder.

They kiss like that for a few seconds, twisting and turning to devour each other before she feels him drifting away and before she can whine at the loss of his lips, her feet leave the ground and they are eye level.

His hands are vices on her lower back, pressing her immeasurably close to his solid torso.

She wraps her legs around him like a koala and before he can combust from their provocative position she's already licking into his mouth, gripping his hair tightly as she moves him as she pleases.

One of his hands creep up and cup the back of her head, and then she's being moved backwards until her back slams into something solid. He tries to pull away, concern contorting his features but she dives into his neck nipping at the hot skin there. She suckles roughly, knowing that she'll leave a mark and anticipating the pretty mark on his blemish free skin.

Then as quickly as his fingers typically move on his keyboard he backs away from her.

She's unprepared for her legs to crash back onto the ground and she looks up at him disgruntled, question forming before her door bursts open.

Then the sweet familiar voice of her grandmother cuts through the tension that has settled between them.

"Dalmi is that you?"

Dosan grabs her bag swinging it back  over his shoulder again, standing ramrod straight like he’s rehearsing for a role in the army. 

Tipsy now from his kiss, she turns around meeting her grandmother's eyes. Trying her damnest not to look as ravished as she feels, her lips are tender in a the right ways.

"Oh goodness look at you. You look a mess, you stuck your head out the window again didn't you? Look at how red and sore your lips are!"

She pointedly doesn't react to the exclamation but Dosan shuffles in her peripheral. Guilty and nervous. 

Thankfully grandmother hasn't yet learned his many tells.

"Thank you for bringing her home." She thanks Dosan sending an indulgent smile his way, before guiding Dalmi into the house. She twists around to wave good bye to Dosan and notices her bag still over his shoulder. She opens her mouth to call out and get it back before she notices how red Dosan is, his cheeks look painfully tinged but that's nothing compared to his white knuckled grip on her bag which is strategically placed in front of his groin.

Oh.

She's makes a show of looking him up and down before licking her mouth, ever so slowly and puckering at him. The last thing she sees before her door closes is Dosan wringing his hand, looking devastated.

She can't wait to get her hands on him.

[scarletttries]

Do You Wanna Taste It? (Adrian Chase Request)

Pairing: Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

Rating: Explicit (Possessive Adrian)

Word Count: 3.3k

Request 1 - "hi! pls pls do prompt 104 with Adrian, from the prompt list you shared. I can totally see him saying that!" "104. I’ve never wanted to fuck someone as badly as I want to fuck you right now"

Request 2- "I would love for you to write something smutty involving jealous Adrian if possible! specifics are up to you, im just weak for possessive Adrian fics"

Author’s Note: I got these two requests at the same time and thought they fit so perfectly together that I combined them! I hope you enjoy, possessive Adrian absolutely haunts me 💓

Do You Wanna Taste It?

All six of you had been staring at the wall of clues for the better part of 24 hours, still absolutely none-the-wiser. You had collated all the information you had on an alleged upcoming arms-deal between two very dangerous people, and you still couldn't figure out when, where or what they were exchanging. It was starting to take a toll of the group, having spent a day shifting around the room trying to gain a new perspective and getting nowhere fast. Checking the time and realising it was now late afternoon, Adebayo stood up interrupting yours and Harcourts latest theory about how maybe if you could somehow cover every port in the area you would be able to somehow stop something.

"This isn't working! We have been staring at this wall way too long, and we need a break. Get up everyone, we're going for a walk, and we're going to sit outside for a few minutes, we're going to get a little rest, and then we'll come back with fresh eyes." She commanded with an unquestionable authority that had you all nodding and getting to your feet.

"Okay, you're right, we take a few hours, get a change of scenery, but we stick together." Harcourt agreed, casting a pointed look at Adrian, not unconvinced he wasn’t the type to wander off. He nodded sheepishly, his eyes still fixed where they had been for most of the brainstorm; on you.

Adrian had been absolutely captivated by you since his first introduction to the team, feeling an undeniable calling to keep you close, and keep you safe. He ignored Chris's pleas to keep his 'creepy stalking' to a minimum, consistently sitting in the seat closest to you, always going with you on missions, and offering to walk you home at the end of the day. You were just such a kind and warm person, he couldn't help but crave being around you, thinking of you as his, despite being too self-conscious to actually ask you out yet. It hadn't been hard to figure out how Adrian felt about you considering the way he stared in awe as you spoke, and the way it felt like his hand constantly hovered next to yours as you walked together, like he was spending every waking moment building up the courage to finally interlace his fingers with yours. You knew the rest of the group found his fixation with you a bit off-putting, but honestly the fact that this sweet but dangerous anti-hero was so dedicated to spending his time around you made your heart melt. The easy conversation you'd make, and the cute way he'd adjust his glasses to make sure he could see you in all your glory as soon as he took his mask off, had made you endlessly sweet on him. Not to mention he was absolutely gorgeous, and it was easy to tell he thought the same about you, shifting uncomfortably in his chair and averting his panicked gaze every time you wore something tight or bent over to pick something up. You really did like Adrian, and sure, you could have just told him that, but it was a lot more fun to rile him and play innocent, waiting for the day he would finally snap and admit his feelings for you.

Today you walked by his side, adjusting to the sunshine after working through the night in the dimly lit office, and thinking out loud about what you were going to do once you had the case solved and this dangerous meeting stopped.

"I feel like all my muscles are going to be so stiff from hunching over the evidence in there, maybe I'll take a really long bath when we're all done, and just lie there for half the night, and get candles and wine and go full luxury spa." You could see his jaw tense at the mention of you in a bathtub, his active imagine betraying him as he tried to shake the thought, instinctively stepping a little closer to you as a man passed you on the pavement, his need to keep his body between you and anyone else unrelenting.

"Yeah, baths are nice. I think i'll probably just go straight for a nap." He lied, knowing he'd struggle to sleep at the thought of having to spend a few hours away from you. As Adebayo led you into a park you all settled onto a green patch of grass, sat in a circle, trying to avoid a group of men playing with a frisbee in the same field. Harcourt went to open her mouth, stopped pre-emptively by Adebayo,

"No work talk! We're in public and our brains need to reset!" Harcourt glared back and got out her comment as she rose to her feet,

"I was going to say there's an ice cream truck over there, anyone want anything?" Adebayo nodded awkwardly, joining Harcourt for the walk. Adrian was quickly on his feet as well, barely giving you time to agree as he went to fetch you an ice cream, trailing the two sighing agents.

"You know, I've never seen Adrian this intense about a person before, and that's coming from me." Chris commented as soon as they were out of earshot, "I don't know if he'll ever calm down, just to warn you." He offered casually, not wanting to overstep, but aware that Adrian's intensity could be a little much sometimes. You smiled,

"I don't mind, I'm sure it's just a crush - he's harmless." You tried not to let your tone give away the butterflies inside you at just the thought of being the centre of Adrian's attention indefinitely.

"Yep, just a harmless murderer." Economos scoffed stiffly, constantly exasperated by how little people reacted to that fact.

"We talking murderers?" Adrian called out, returning with two ice cream cones, handing one to you. You thanked him, before turning your attention to the treat in your hand. You licked the top of the cone delicately, letting out a soft 'mm' at the syrupy taste. You felt it melting onto your hand a little, running your tongue up the length of the frozen treat slowly, gathering up the drops before licking your lips. You slipped a sticky finger between your lips, sucking off the melted cream, before returning to lick the ice cream slowly, enjoying it immensely, even if you could feel yourself doing an absolute travesty of a job of eating it with dignity.

Adrian had to choke down the noises stirring inside of him as he watched your tongue sweep purposely over your ice cream, unable to think about anything but what it would feel like to have you do that on your knees in front of him. As you sucked your fingers, humming contently, he crossed his legs to hide his aching arousal, eating his own cone in four quick bites for fear of smashing it in his tensing hand. As his eyes followed the motions of your glistening lips, he caught a glimpse of something red flying through the air out the corner of his eye. Forcing his eyes away from your seductive face, he noticed it was a frisbee that had flown wildly off-course, and looking over the field he could see why. The small group of men behind you had noticed the way you were enjoying your dessert, letting their game fall to the wayside as they watched your licking motions, joking between themselves as they stared shamelessly at you. Adrian glared angrily in their direction, furious that anyone would dare to look at you the way he did, their undeserving eyes drinking you in. They couldn't appreciate you for everything you are, disrespectful in the way they leered your way, looking at you like they would ever be allowed anywhere near you. But he knew he would never let that happen, you were his, even if he had never said it out loud, and he would never let some asshole with a hungry gaze get anywhere near you. His eyes returned to your face, disappointed and relieved as you took your final bite, smiling and politely telling you he was glad you enjoyed it, like he wasn't throbbing inside his jeans. Glancing back to the group of men, expecting them to have lost interest, his heart plummeted at the sight of one of them starting to walk towards your little circle. Adrian looked him over; tall, broad, nicely dressed. Fuck, could he actually be competition? Adrian's mind whirled, half-distracted by his lustful thoughts of your mouth, desperately worried that this idiot in a park was about to take your attention away from him. As the man drew closer, he steadied himself and resolved not to let that happened, taking your still sticky hand in his and helping you to your feet,

"(Y/n) I need to show you something over here right now." He said plainly, already walking at pace with your hand in his, giving you little time to question him. He glanced back to see confused faces on his team, and a satisfyingly disgruntled look from his challenger.

His feet moved of their own accord, pace not letting up as he pulled you back towards the office you shared,

"What's wrong Adrian?" You asked quietly, slightly concerned by the dark focused look on his face, his behaviour even more erratic than usual. You watched his chest heaving as he pulled you back into the office, slamming the door behind you both. He walked towards you until you were backed against a wall, one of his arms either side of your head.

"He was about to talk to you." Adrian practically growled out, not giving you any more of an idea what was happening, but finding his close proximity and thick tone intoxicating.

"Who Adrian?" You practically squeaked out, feeling your cheeks flush as his hot breath filled the space between you.

"Some asshole in the park. They were all watching you, because of how you looked with that ice cream, but only I should be watching you. Only I should get to see you like that." His tone was thick with lust, his pupils blown in his feral state, trapping you with his broad form. You thought back to way you licked along the treat, watching Adrian shift in your peripheral vision, and you put two and two together.

"You like the way I lick ice cream Adrian?" You quizzed, innocent tone contrasting the way your tongue run lightly over your bottom lip, bringing the mental image of you doing the same back to the forefront of his mind. He nodded slowly, his eyes flicking down to your lips as he spoke,

"I've never wanted to fuck someone as badly as I want to fuck you right now" His lips crashed against yours hungrily, body closing the gap between yours. His hips pressed firmly against yours, his cock still hard from your little performance, the relief of finally telling you the effect you had on him almost enough to make him cum then and there. You gasped at his words, the rough way he handled you a stunning contrast to his usual sweet demeanour. You took the opportunity to run your fingers through his hair, pulling his lips deeper against yours before breaking the kiss, a concerned look quickly spreading across Adrian's brow. It quickly melted away into awe as he watched you slowly descend to your knees, undoing his jeans and pulling his hard manhood from beneath them, already dripping with his excitement.

"Is this what you were picturing?" You asked teasingly, not giving him time to respond as you lightly flicked your tongue over his glistening tip. The moan he let out echoed through the mercifully empty office, his hips twitching from the light contact.

"Yes! Fuck, this is exactly what I was thinking about." He admitted, desperate to tell you what you wanted to know if it meant you would do that again. You smiled at his confession, pleased you had finally broken his resolve to hide his feelings from you.

"Maybe this is what I was thinking about too." you purred, running your tongue over the length of him, and watching his face contort in pleasure from the sensation. You licked the length of him again and again, until you could feel his precum leaking excitedly from his tip, then plunged him deep between your lips, getting as deep into your throat as you comfortably could. Your name fell from his lips as he moaned, his fingers desperately weaving into your hair, the sight of you on your knees, sucking him off, so much sexier than his imagination could ever do justice to. You bobbed your head, working the length of him, feeling your own excitement building at the way he reacted to your touch. Before long Adrian could feel his almost unbearable pleasure reaching its limit, gently stopping you and pulling you back to your feet. You stared at his serious expression as he lowered himself down on one knee, more than eager to return the favour. His fingertips trailed up your skirt, waiting for your consenting nod before sliding your damp underwear to the floor, letting you step out of them. He slipped them into his back pocket, quietly chuckling to himself, "mine now."

He stared up your short skirt, drinking in the view of you, almost shaking with anticipation for him, needy for his touch. He lightly kissed your inner thigh, repeating his new mantra,

"mine now." Moving to the other leg,

"mine now." Before finally planting his face at your centre, nose lightly brushing over your clit,

"Mine now." The feeling of his warm words brushing over your most sensitive part made you gasp, seemingly giving him the push he needed to firmly lick between your folds. Your back arched against the wall behind you, pushing your hips forward, spurring Adrian on. His hands gripped your bum as his tongue plunged hungrily between your folds, nose nuzzling at your clit as he worked, desperate to taste you. The taste of you on his tongue was better than any frozen dessert, and you could feel him moaning against your flesh as his mouth dragged over your centre. The noise pouring out of you was everything he had ever imagined, and Adrian was resolved to spend as much time between your legs as you would let him, feeling you grow more and more excited with each movement of his tongue, just like had done watching you in the park. As your legs started to shake, the heat inside of you rising, he left one of his hands supporting your bum, something you were very grateful for as your knees went weak, and ran the other slowly up your inner thigh. Briefly breaking the contact of his tongue, he slipped two fingers inside your dripping folds, watching intently as your mouth fell slack from the pleasure. He smiled as he drew his fingers in and out of you, voice deep with possession as he spoke,

"You are mine now right?" You nodded your head as he worked his fingers faster, thumb brushing over your sensitive bud in time with his movements.

"I want to hear you say it." You looked down at the way he was watching you hungrily, feeling the peak of your pleasure approaching.

"I'm yours Adrian, all yours." You whimpered out, feeling so close to the edge as you watched his smile grow at your words.

"All mine." He repeated contently before his tongue joined his fingers, brushing over you frantically as you came over his fingers, crying out his name as your legs all but gave out beneath you. He didn't let up his pace as you rode out your high, holding you steady against the wall and enjoying a view he had pictured so many times before. As your eyes fluttered open again, he withdrew his fingers, wrapping his muscular arms around your legs to lift you up the wall, thighs wrapping around his waist instinctively. In this position you could feel his hard cock lining up with your wet, sensitive entrance, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull his lips to yours. Your kiss barely stifled the moan escaping him as he slowly slid into you, still feeling the flutter of your orgasm around him.

"Adrian." Was all you could moan out as he filled you completely, pushing deep inside you from the intense upright angle. His eyes stayed locked on yours, intensity coming through as you whimpered his name, grip on your hips firm enough that tomorrow he'd be kissing the small bruises forming there. He thrust up into you, letting out another deep moan at the feeling of the warmth inside you, a place just for him. He watched his name spill from your lips again, the most perfect noise he had ever heard, and he pleaded,

"Say it again." Bucking his hips up and leaving you no choice but to cry out name, the intense sensation penetrating deep inside you.

"Whose are you?" He choked out, hips starting to stutter at the feeling of your slick dripping around him with every motion,

"Yours Adrian," you panted out, head nuzzling into his neck and shoulder, desperately holding on as he fucked you in earnest. "You feel so good Adrian, only you."

"Only me." He echoed, bouncing you roughly on his manhood, watching in awe as you came undone around him again, eyes clenched shut, moaning through the intense pleasure rippling through you. His movements faltered, unable to hold himself back at the noises you were making. His lips crashed to yours as he climaxed, chanting a combination of your name and 'mine' as he filled you with his warmth. As his bliss passed, he carefully pulled himself out of you, basking in the sight of his excitement dripping out of you, his arms still holding your legs apart around his waist. You both panted, breathless from the shared moment of passion, eyes locked, sharing gentle smiles. Slowly, handling you so carefully it was hard to believe it was the same man who'd been pounding into you moments earlier, Adrian settled you both on to the floor. His back rested against the wall as he pulled you onto his lap, completely willing to let you drip your shared slick onto his jeans, and completely unwilling to return your underwear from his pocket. His hands gently cupped your face, the way he had dreamed of doing a thousand times, and he lips found yours softly, sharing a perfect, sweet kiss you would both smile about for days to come.

"You know I've always been yours Adrian." You offered quietly, overwhelmed by the way his whole body wrapped around you, never wanting to part.

"And now you always will be right?" He beamed, lips only leaving yours for the briefest second while he spoke, before returning to their rightful place pressed to yours. You could only nod as your fingers trailed through his curls; he was right. You are his.

[babeydollx]

could you make a smutty fic about rafe cameron based off the song teachers pet by melanie martinez??

Teacher's Pet

Warnings: cursing, smut, unprotected sex, a little angsty, more Professor!Rafe, cheating

Pairings: Rafe Cameron x Female Reader

Summary: you didn't know that having an innocent little crush on your university professor would lead to something bigger.

Word Count: 700+

a/n: based off the song "Teacher's Pet" by Melanie Martinez. Lyrics are in bolded italic text. I might make a longer part but idk yet lmao.

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Caught the teacher giving his eyes to a student. 

Thought, "He pretty cute" and she bit her lip back to him.

As you were writing your essay, you looked up to catch your teacher, Professor Cameron looking at you from his desk. He was eyeing you and he didn't even care that you knew it. Quite frankly, he wanted you to know that he was.

He was gorgeous. His jawline was perfect, he has beautiful eyes, his body was like a chiseled Greek god. He was the total package. I mean who wouldn't want a man who was that handsome, right? As he studied you, you bit your lip also studying him, earning a smirk from him.

Chewing on her nails and her pens while she's dreaming of him and he's fucking in sin. 

Anytime he was up in front of the class you couldn't help but let your fantasies about him run wild. You wondered how big he was, how good he was in bed, what type of kinks he had, how soft his lips were.

You gently bit the end of your pen as he was speaking in front of the class. You couldn't even focus on what he was saying. All you could think about was him and his perfect body. His gaze shifted over to you.

He smirked when he saw the way you were daydreaming and biting your pen while watching him teach. He loved the affect he had on you. 

She said, "It's for all the right reasons baby, don't care 'bout grades, just call me your lady."

You squealed and giggled when Rafe hoisted you up onto his desk. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer to you. The two of you made out passionately until he pulled away.

"So, what do you want out of this, huh? Better grades?" He asked with a smirk as he began to kiss your neck.

"I don't give a fuck about marks, I just want to be yours." You said breathlessly. "Make me yours Rafe." You said. 

If I pass this quiz, will you give me your babies?

Don't call me crazy.

"This is your reward for doing so good on that test." Rafe said with a smirk as he plowed into you causing you to moan out and making your eyes roll. You have never felt so full in your life. It felt like he was splitting you in half.

You moaned out loudly as Rafe fucked you from behind. He loved to see your bent over his desk for him. Your eyes rolled as you felt your orgasm approaching. He continued to slam into you, going faster and harder with every thrust.

"Fuck baby, I'm gonna cum." He groaned out.

"Cum inside of me, please! Please fucking fill me up!" You moaned out.

"Yeah? You want me to fill your pretty little pussy up? Make you all swelled up with my kid?" He asked with a smirk before groaning out.

"Fuck yes! Please!" You moaned out.

"Fuck, your a crazy bitch." He said with a smirk.

You love me but you won't come save me.

You got a wife and kids, you see them daily.

Don't know why you even need me. 

You were out at the store and you smiled when you saw Rafe in there too. He was with another woman and some children. You still decided to go over there and see him. He glanced over to you but, then walked the opposite way, ignoring you. 

You stood there and didn't know if you should just leave it alone or go after him. You decided to go after him. When you finally caught up to him, you smiled at him.

"Hey, Mr. Cameron." You said with a smile and went to hug him but, instead he just stuck his hand out for a hand shake. You looked at him confused but shook his hand anyways. 

"Who is this?" The woman asked.

"Oh, this is just a student I teach." He said with a nod. A student? Didn't you mean more to him than that? Didn't he love you?

a/n: I hope y'all liked this fic!

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[johnnydeppsimp]

Of course! I hope you like it (´∩｡• ᵕ •｡∩`)

SEMI SMUTT PROCEED WITH CAUTION

Also FYI when ever I say member I'm referring to a penis 😂 I just think I looks/sounds dumb whenever I put penis in the middle of a sentence

You and your husband Johnny were just sitting in the audience watching as celebrities went up got their awards and gave a speech. After sometime you had gotten bored you loved watching everyone get their awards with a smile on their face but you wanted some quality time with your husband. Then out of no where you got a devilish idea, it was really risky but you were bored and wanted to have some fun. Your husband sat there oblivious to what was about to happen you couldn't help but smile at the innocent look on his face. You reach your hand over and set it on your husband's thigh rubbing up and down 'innocently'. Johnny thought nothing of it and just continued watching the award ceremony. It wasn't until you started rubbing the outline of his crotch when he realized what you were doing. You started rubbing up and down on his clothed member, johnny kept his mouth sewed shut afraid to make any noise. Right now getting caught was the least of your worries, you just wanted to have a little fun. When Johnny started to subconsciously thrust his hips up a little you removed your hand from him, you swear you could've heard a whine slip from his throat. For the rest of the ceremony you didn't touch or kiss him. Though in doing this you had no idea of the dangers that layed for you at home.

TIME SKIP TO HOME

When you walked into the house johnny had immediately pulled you into a kiss. He picked you up without breaking the kiss carrying you to the bedroom. Once he got to the bedroom he threw you on the bed and slammed the door shut. Johnny threw off his vest and tie then got on on the bed and hovered over your fragile form. Johnny pulled you into another kiss but more gentle then the first one, you started to unbutton his under shirt and pull it down his arms. Johnny sat back up and slide his shirt off then unbuckled his pants, removing them leaving him in just his boxers. He slowly started to slip your dress off of your shoulders then pulling it all the way down. Johnny pulled you up into a hug, which you gladly returned. "I love you, baby so much more then you could imagine" johnny wanted to make love to you more than anything but he also wanted to make sure you felt safe. You pulled out of the hug and gave him a kiss "I love you too bubba's"

I've never written smut before so I'll re write this later but there's a some what smutty fan fiction lol I do some practice and then I'll re write this for ya (｡・//ε//・｡)

[milazka]

August twelve — Rudy Pankow

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summary: the one where it’s your boyfriend’s birthday and you planned an amazing day for him.

request: yes

content: fluff

author’s note: i didn’t add a smut part because i feel like i’m only writing smutty imagines and i needed to write a fluffy one with this hottie! my requests are open and you can find my masterlist at the end of this post if you feel like reading more of my stuff!

warnings: most of my stories may contain mature themes such as swearing, underage drinking, substance abuse, sexual language and scenes, fights and more. also, i do not intend to be offensive towards anyone who reads this blog, if anything written can be perceived as hurtful to any community or person, i apologize, it was never my purpose while writing it.

word count: 1700.

She was standing in the frame of the door, her pretty eyes observing the young man lying on the bed, his body half covered by the grey blanket. His chest was rising at a peaceful rate with no sign of trouble apparent on his angel face. A little smile slipped over her rosy lips as she thought about how lucky she was that this man was still a part of her life, twenty years later. Both born in Ketchikan, Alaska, just a few months apart, Rudy and her had grown up as a duo. hey did everything together. Rarely did you ever saw one without the other; she was the Bonnie to his Clyde and nothing in the world could have changed that. Over the years, they both had a few meaningless relationships, and they never lasted long. The girls were envious of his closeness with Y/n while the boys were quick to understand that she would never look at them the way she looked at Rudy; he was her person, but she hadn't figured it out yet. It was on a cold December afternoon, a few days before the New Year’s eve, that they exchanged their first kiss, their lips frozen by the Alaskan winter, both seated by the burning fire in the chimney. Five years later and in a much warmer town, she was looking at her sleepy boyfriend with the same sparks in her eyes.

“You're staring at my butt, aren't ya?” 

Rudy's sleepy voice took her out of her thoughts as she laughed. His eyes were half opened and he had pillow marks all over his right cheek. His disheveled blond hair was falling out in front of his pretty ocean colored eyes. She carefully made her way to the bed, trying not to knock over the breakfast tray she was holding with both hands. 

“I made you waffles” 

“The blueberry ones?” he asked with his childish voice and she nodded. “For what occasion?”

“It’s your birthday, remember?” she chuckled as she watched his facial expression change from confused to excited. He has always loved his birthday, especially since the day she became his girlfriend and always planned a day full of surprises for him. Rudy grasped her blue sweater sleeve and lured her towards him to kiss her lips tenderly.

“Mmm you taste like maple syrup.” 

“I may or may not have already eaten a waffle while cooking them,” she smiled, tilting her head to the side to give him her guilty puppy eyes, making him fall more in love with her. “I planned the whole day so you better start eating your waffles now because we’re leaving in an hour.”

“Did I ever tell you you're the best girlfriend?” he mumbled with his mouth full of waffles dipped in maple syrup.

“Many times, but I'll never get tired of hearing you say it, lover boy.”

“Good, because with such a good waffles recipe, you're stuck with me for a while, pretty girl!”

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Chase picked them up around eight pm in front of their apartment with his black truck, the rest of the cast were already at the the Pate’s house, decorating and preparing the cake. She had blindfolded his boyfriend and he kept asking where they were going every single minute of the trip like a child. He had done the same thing a few months ago when she took him skydiving for the first time, it was almost routine for her to hear him complain in the back of the car. 

“Stop asking, you big baby!” she said to him, turning her upper body toward the back of the car where he was seated. “It’s a surprise, I’m not gonna ruin it because you can't wait for a few minutes.”

He gave her his pouting face and crossed his arms on his chest, knowing she would not say a word to him about it even if he tried harder. A few minutes later, Chase parked his truck next to Drew's car. She walked to the left side of the car to opened Rudy's door, quickly kissing him on the lips and automatically causing a big smile to cover his pouty face. She guided him to the backyard with Chase’s help. He opened the back yard gate, letting them pass in front of him before closing it back so Lilah's dog would not run away like he did multiple times when they filmed the first season of the show. All the cast members were silently gathered in front of a multicoloured cloud of balloons and were holding a sign that said 'Happy birthday, Rudy!' 

“Okay, you can take your bandana off!” she said to his ear and he could feel the excitement in her voice. 

Slowly, he pulled his blindfold down and a wide smile slipped on his lips at the sight of all his friends singing happy birthday to him. He squeezed his girlfriend's hand while his friends were still singing and she couldn't help but let a few tears of joy run down her cheeks when she saw him so touched by the surprise she had planned for him. 

“Thank you for all of this, baby. I love you more and more everyday my sweet girl,” he whispered to her ear before leaning down to kiss her soft lips that tastes like caramel due to the caramel macchiato she drank in the car.

“I’m happy you’re happy, lover boy,” she said to him as he pressed his cheek against her palm, a smile at the corner of his lips. “Now, go hug your friends!” 

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After her and Rudy hugged and thanked everyone, they all swapped their clothes for bathing suits that would come in handy during their little boat trip of the afternoon. Jonas had let them borrow his boat, taking advantage of the fact that his children were with them to spend a day with his wife at the spa. Drew was at the helm of the boat while the others were all sitting on the benches, toasting to Rudy's birthday just before Chase announced that they were far enough away from the shore to put the tube in the water. JD, Rudy and Y/n were the first ones to shotgun a spot on the pneumatic tyre.

“Babe? Can you help with the zipper?” Rudy asked his girlfriend, frowning completely clueless.

“He’s twenty-two and still needs his girlfriend to zip his life jacket,” Jonathan mocked him, resulting in him being pushed in the water by a proudly smirking Rudy who quickly followed him the water, grabbing Y/n by the waist to take her with him. She surfaced quickly thanks to her life jacket, clearing her face of wet hair and sending a wince at her boyfriend. They all swam to the tube, splashing each other on purpose along the way. Rudy climbed aboard first and reached out his hand to Y/n to help her climb up. She sat between him and Jonathan, clutching a black rubber handle with one hand while the other was firmly intertwined with her boyfriend's hand. 

“Are you ready?” yelled drew, turning his upper body toward the back of the boat, his right hand resting on the wheel. 

“Aye aye, Captain!” Rudy screamed back and the boat begun to pick up speed. 

The water was splashing back in their faces and they could barely keep their eyes open, but they couldn't help smiling stupidly. The three of them let out cries of surprise and laughter every time they jumped a wave and almost got ejected from the tube. They could see Madison and Chase laughing at them while Madelyn filmed them for her next tomfoolery instagram post. Drew took a sharp right turn, dropping Y/n and JD on Rudy. She firmly grabbed her boyfriend's bicep after she lost her grip on the handle and pushed JD back up with her shoulder so he could settle back into his seat. Just when they thought Drew was done messing with them, he suddenly accelerated, ejecting them out of the tube like three little rockets. 

“You fucker!” Rudy shouted to his friend, laughing before turning towards his girlfriend. “You okay baby?”

“All good and still in one piece!” she replied, swimming back to the boat where Deion gave her a hand to climb up. A few seconds later, she felt a towel being placed on her shoulders and two arms wrapped around her waist. She smiled, turning her head to meet the face of her boyfriend who had pressed his chin to her shoulder. He placed a few kisses on her neck, making her squirm under his grip from the tickling of his lips against her wet skin. 

“Look at them! You guys are so cute,” whined Lilah, taking a picture of them. Y/n blushed while Rudy smiled proudly. “Can you send me the picture? I'm gonna post it on instagram.” rudy said as he grabbed his phone and sat on one of the benches while Chase and Madelyn were putting on their life jackets. She sat next to him, resting her head on his shoulder and playing with the hem of his boarding shorts, a gift she gave him for his birthday last year, right before he started shooting for Outer Banks. He quickly wrote a caption and posted the photo of them on his instagram, getting hundred of likes and comments only a few seconds after. 

‘My sweet girl. Thanks for the amazing birthday surprise! Love you to the moon and back, my love.’

“I love you too, baby,” she cupped his face with her palms and kissed his salty lips. “Oh, before I forgot,” she brought her face close to his and took her sensual innocent voice. “Since it’s your birthday, I’m gonna let you do whatever you wanna do to me tonight.”

His eyes opened widely and he cleared his throat. “Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me, pretty girl,” he kissed her, nibbling at her bottom lip. “I’m gonna please you so much tonight that you’re gonna beg me to stop.” 

She smirked at him and grazed his crotch with her fingertips. “I look forward to it.”

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