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arminsumi · 1 year

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ADULT STORE

↳ GETO すぐる + fem!reader

"Oh, see I told you... this product's a bit intense."

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Pt. 2

Summary : product testing with the helpful employee at the adult store!

Warnings : minors do not read/interact : smut/explicit content : using toys, stranger/hookup sex, softdom!Geto, praise, cunnilingus, fingering, dirty talk, squirting, multiple orgasms, sex fantasy trope (sex with the adult store employee)

Note : i haven't made a trip to the adult store in ages bc... everything i want is so expensive lol (the struggle) 😭 i have some rlly funny adult store stories i could ramble about but i will refrain ✋ anyways, indulge yourselves in this fantasy, angels! 😈

Playme : wanna know what it's like?

The gate of the store buzzes, the employee watches you open it with a clink and enter the adult store. Your eyes flood with the overwhelming sight of wall-to-wall toys.

The smooth voice of the employee comes from behind the cash register.

"Yo."

Long hair. Dark, brooding look — almost gothic. Attractive hands with pronounced veins running over the back of them, poised on the countertop which he's lazing over.

He sees you and slowly straightens out his back out to impress you with his height.

"Ah, h-hello..."

He hears you stutter, and assumes it must be your first time in an adult store.

"First time? I mean, in an adult store, that is." he breaks the ice.

"Haha, y-yeah... yeah, it's my first time."

Yeah, that's what I thought.

He holds hard and deep eye contact with you. Yes, he's aware of how intensely he stares. He's doing it on purpose.

"Would you like some assistance, or do you just want to leisurely browse by yourself?"

His tone is so friendly, it doesn't let on to how heated his abdomen is getting at the sight of you.

"Yes, please, I'd appreciate your assistance."

Aw, of course.

"M'kay... then let me assist you."

He smoothly comes out from behind the counter and the two of you stand in front of a wall of toys.

"Overwhelmed?" he chuckles, noting how your eyes widen while looking at all the products. "I know there's a lot to choose from. But just focus on your needs. What do you need?"

"What do I need? Honestly, I have no idea what I need." you laugh nervously.

I know exactly what she needs...

"Well, why don't we carefully go through the products together? I'm sure I can figure out what you need. Promise I know my stuff. I've been working here for three years."

His nonchalance and professionalism puts you at ease. It's something he prides himself on: making customers feel relaxed.

Your eye catches on a pink dildo, so he takes it off the rack to show you up close.

"This one's good, it's got a ribbed design." he shows it off. "Are you looking for just penetration or clitoral stimulation?"

Aw, she's flustered.

"Uh, both I guess? Yeah. I'd love both."

Of course you'd love both. That's what you need, pretty girl.

"Both? Come over here. Let me show you something you might like."

There's a flirty tension between the two of you that just keeps getting more and more... intense.

He plucks a curvy vibrator. It looks expensive. Because it is expensive.

"This one's got ten functions—"

"—ten?! Sounds a bit extra."

"Nothing's too extra when it comes to your personal pleasure."

The two of you share a long look, then laugh.

"But it really is an excellent product."

"Are you advertising?" you joke teasingly.

"Absolutely." he jokes, "Kidding. I'm not trying to come across as a preachy marketer or something. I've used it with partners in the past, that's why I'm recommending it; I know it's good. It's a pretty intense toy. Helps girls squirt even if they think they can't."

I could make her squirt.

He's running his eyes up and down your body.

"Is that so...?" you mumble flirtatiously, eyeing out the product in his veiny, manly hands.

"Hm, still a skeptic? Because I'm sure I could please you."

He hopes that you note his deliberate use of 'I' and not 'it' there.

"Yeah. I'm sure you could please me, too." you flirt.

A heat erupts in his abdomen and stomach.

Oh wow... now she's really flirting, huh? Why'd I wear tight pants today of all days...

He has an unwavering gaze on you. You've captivated him. Put him in some kinda horny trance.

"Did I say me? Sorry. Slip of the tongue." he murmurs, voice dropping lower, "I meant the vibrator." he obviously lies.

You and him exchange a suggestive, longing look. You can feel your pussy clench around nothing, begging to get stuffed up and pleasured.

He hesitates before speaking again, as if he's scared of crossing a line and making you uncomfortable.

"If you want to... we could test it out together?" he suggests. His nonchalance is an act, really he's so nervous when he asks this.

"I'd love to..." you consent, and he doesn't miss the erotic excitement in your tone.

He nods towards the backdoor, eyes keeping on you and your cute little body that he just wants to feel and squeeze like a toy itself.

"Promise to keep your lips sealed about this? I don't wanna get fired for uh... you know... demonstrating products... to my pretty customer."

"Only if you promise to help me squirt for the first time."

Oh wow. Fuck. I'm hard.

His lips widen into a devilish grin. "Sure thing."

After a sloppy, desperate make out with this stranger, you find yourself sat on the couch in the breakroom. Door locked. Blinds shuttered closed. Legs spread wide to his liking, as he cushions the vibrator into your plush slit.

He's rubbing it slowly up and down your folds. He watches your reactions intently, breathing heavier at the sight of your pussy squishing under the pink dildo. The buzzing sound fills the room, but your moans are louder.

He clutches the toy gently, massaging the bulbous head into your clit with sweeping circular motions.

"F-fuck... that pretty clit feels good, doesn't it? Yeah? Let's get it feeling even better."

He turns it up a notch. It buzzes harder against your sensitive nub.

"How's that? Haha, yeah, intense, isn't it?

"Yeahhh — Fuck! Ohhh that's so good, that's so — oh my goddd fuckkk. S-sorry I think... I'm gonna cummm — !!"

"It's okay. Cum as hard as you can, yeah? I want you to get a good idea of how well this toy can pleasure you before you buy it, after all. Oh there we go... just let go and... f-fuck... wow... j-just cum like that. Fuck... that pretty clit feels so good now, huh? Gonna cum? Gonna cum for me, with a vibrator on your cunt?"

He takes note of your reaction to his dirty talk and smirks. Then he slyly turns the toy's setting higher and it buzzes more intensely, and in one... two... three... seconds, you're squirting like crazy all over the pink vibrator and his hand.

Holy shit, look at that pretty pussy gushing... she could drench my dick. I wanna be inside her so fucking baddd...

"Oh, see I told you... this product's a bit intense." he regains his professional tone after you cum.

He turns the toy off and watches you come down from your shaking orgasm, smug look on his face. He keeps it clutched in his veiny hand, and brings it up to his lips to suck and lick up all your juices from it.

She tastes so fucking good... I feel dizzy.

You watch him with wide eyes as he tastes your slick off the toy.

"F-fuck... wh-what did you s-s-say your name was again?" you stutter, starstruck by this stranger.

You're so fucking dizzy, your pussy is buzzing like it still feels the intensity of the toy against it.

"Hm, wanna know my name?" he smiles teasingly, "How about you cum on my face and then I'll tell you."

"Fuck, okay."

And then as soon as you give him permission, he's hungrily diving between your thighs.

"Oh my god..." he loves how you gasp and writhe under the influence of his mouth.

Let's see how fucked-out I can get her. Wanna see her lose her mind 'cause of me.

His lips latch onto your labia and suckle, then onto your clit. He points his tongue at your clit, then oh my god flattens it and laps at your bud while suckling. His softness shows a hint to tenderness in his personality; he really knows how to treat a woman well.

This stranger spoils your pussy with his tongue and lips. He seems to be in his own little world while nosing between your thighs. He carelessly gets your juices smeared across his cheek and lets the rest dribble down his chin.

"Fuck fuck fuck — like that, like that. Don't stop don't stop — !! 'm gonna cum! G-gonna — fffffffucking cummmm ahhhhh — !!"

He flicks the tip of his tongue against your sensitive bundle of nerves, eager to make your pussy freak out on his mouth. Just before you cum he slips two fingers into your hole, middle and ring, and pumps them into a sweet spot hard. He just wants to get an idea of the feeling of your pussy when it cums.

Suckling at your clit, fingering you with nice hard rough strokes, closing his eyes like he's the one enjoying it meanwhile he's silent and you're moaning like you're going insane. He can tell you're close and speeds it up.

"Cum cum cum, cum for me. Just let go and cum." he sounds so desperate, and that professional tone of his is finally cracking. "Cum on my fucking face, please."

And he dives his tongue right back into your hole, wriggling his tongue around, resulting in the nastiest wet squelching sound. His lips press flat against your pussy, he draws in a deep breath and your heat is all he smells.

Please cum on my face. Please please please.

"Ah! Fuck! Fuckkkk!"

You gush right on his lips, which are plump and swollen and red and glistening with your slick.

He pulls away and licks his lips and tells you his name.

"Suguru, by the way. My name's Suguru. Hey... can I give you my number?"

Oh he's so smooth. But he's even smoother at the checkout, when he asks if you're free this Friday for a date. At his apartment. With the company of some of his favorite toys.

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classpect-crew · 1 year

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jxngh · 3 years

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Hey! It's me again with another request. 😅

What about a Hoseok that everyone underestimate and think that just because he's so adorable, a true gentleman and even cheesy that they don't think he can be good at bed.

So, some girls make a bet (idk let's pretend their work colleagues or they're in college, what suits you better) what they don't know is, that Hoseok somehow, actually finds out about this bet, but he's not bother at all, on the contrary, he's beyond thrilled since he's been wanted to fuck hard OC, so this is his chance to prove her how wrong she actually is.

The player will be end up being played.

A good boy with a little a very dirty secret behind doors. What do you think? 👀

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your sweet boss is made a party for the ones who freshly started work with you. you didn't expect anything less from a gentleman as him. he was always disciplined but never not supportive and adorable. sometimes even cheesy.

you and your work colleagues were in the party. and after some food and drinks - and not seeing him around - they basically started gossipping. you were trying to be friends with the new colleagues but you all were in the same conversation so you kinda had to be in it.

"soo... what do you guys think about your new boss?" asked one of your close colleagues. she loved gossipping and stuff like that, was so fun all the time.

"he's super sweet...i don't know if it's because we're new to be honest." said the new girl. and the new boy added "i feel like he's a gentleman but...we don't know how is he in bed right?" he made a funny voice. you all laughed.

"bet he's not good at bed, seems too soft." your fun friend said while she's taking another bite from the food. and she turned to you before asking. "what do you think, __?"

"i don't know..." you looked at her, then the others. "he seems vanilla but i can't really say if he's bad."

they talked about it a little then the conversation changed.

you were still thinking about it tho. the thing you didn't know was that he heard your talk while he's getting another drink from a table closer to you guys.

after a week from the party, to check your work, he came to your room. at least that was what you thought. you thought that you did something wrong and he was here to show you how to fix it. as he did multiple times before.

but no, here he was showing you the plans of the new design of the office from the computer, too close to your face while he's behind the chair you're sitting at. you couldn't focus on the screen because of him.

and you couldn't decide if it's smell that is making your mind dizzy or the tone of his voice. there was definitely something different today.

"are you even listening __?" he asked and that was when you really started listening. your attention was on his side profile which is looking like he's a painting.

"oh uhm yes. sorry, i got distracted." you confessed.

that put a grin to his face. he came closer to you, leaving a deep breath. you felt small tingles on your neck.

"you're one of my best workers and you always listen carefully what i say, __. is something wrong?" he asked you, eyes traveling to your lips for a millisecond. the gap between you two was so small, you could feel his capturing smell making your mind dumb.

"n-nothing." you stuttered, trying too hard to look at him in the eyes. your mind was screaming at you that you should get back but you just stayed still.

he took a deep breath and tilted his head.

"is this vanilla?"

wha- what was he talking about? why did he just highlight the word? did he hear you talking? shit. you were going to be fired if he did. plus you didn't want him to hear those words, you just said it. ugh.

your eyes widened but you tried to act like he's talking about something else.

"what is?" you looked up at him, his breathtaking features. the grey suit was covering his body so well. damn, you thought.

he looked at you and talked before slightly smirking.

"the colour, __. what else could it be?"

you looked down and gulped before looking at him again.

"i d-don't know sir." you felt your cheeks getting hotter, shit. what was happening to you? you weren't exactly a shy type of woman but the sudden hint made you flustered.

he held the armrests of your chair and turned you to face him, then he gently nipped your chin and made you look up.

"why are you getting red? tell me what's on your mind, baby." he said staying still and leaving only few centimeters between your faces.

him calling you that sent a flutter to your heart. what happened to the sweetest boss you had? and more importantly, why did you want him so bad with just a word?

"thought you were thinking that i'm vanilla, but here you are getting even more red with a 'baby'..."

fuck. he knew. he knew what you've said. you wanted to speak and tell him that he misunderstood or something, at least try to fix this someway. but you couldn't, not when you were that close. you opened your mouth but no words came out. and your brain focused on his breath brushing your lips, he was looking amazing.

"i can prove you wrong baby. bet you'll only think and talk about me." he said before brushing his lips to yours for a second. you closed your eyes. then he watched your face with lust filled gaze of his.

your hand found his neck and pulled him close to a kiss. it was intense, wasn't so slow but not fast either. you felt his hands coming down and holding your waist, then down and grabbing your ass while he sucked your bottom lip. after that he lifted you and made you sat on your table.

he started to give your ass hard squeezes while groaning into your mouth.

"mmmh " he said before spreading your legs and rolling his hips against yours.

he was so hard and you were sure your panties were wet after that kiss. and now he was sucking marks to your neck to collarbone. you loved the feeling of getting marked by him. the way he touched you were mind-numbing.

"mmph, please." you moaned, not able to opening your eyes from the feeling.

he smirked and held your waist tightly. then rolled his hips to yours, it was harder this time.

"name it baby. please what?" he asked leaving a peck to the sweet spot under your ear. it sent tingles to your body, you held his head and pulled him closer. now you were face to face, his eyes were half lidded and full with lust, looking deeply into your ones.

"please sir, prove me wrong." you said breathily.

he smiled for a second, then kissed your lips hungrily. then with a low moan he sent his tongue to meet yours. and yeah,he was so good at it. it was like his tongue is dancing on yours. you couldn't help but whimper.

you felt his hands getting under your dress, playing with the thin waistband while he leaves low grunts to your mouth. the vibration was making you feel some type of way. your whimpers were telling the same thing.

your hands found his belt and unbuckled it without breaking the intense kiss you've having with him. he slid your panties aside and started to rub his hand to your wetness.

"fuck." he breathed havily. "all of this is for me? fuck baby, you make me wanna ruin you."

you smiled and palmed his erection, getting low curses from him. you could feel him twitching.

"i'm ready sir." you said, looking at his hungry expression. your hands were resting on the waistband of his underwear. you slowly pulled it down.

he was long and pretty. and definitely ready to fuck. the gray suit he wore was looking so rich, and the fact that he still had it on was a turn on to you.

he didn't waste anymore time and pushed himself to you in one thrust. your moans and his grunts mixed. he was holding your waist and sucking your neck.

"ah sir, move. please."after checking your face he continued his movement slowly. you could feel every inch of him, he was so deep and filling you so well.

he started to move faster, making you jolt with every push of his hips. you needed to get support from your hands, holding the table tightly.

"such a pretty baby, spreading herself for me on her table, crying under me." he said pulling himself back almost fully. "still thinking i'm vanilla?" he said and pushed himself harder, finding the spot easily. and now he was fucking you rough.

"n-no sir, ohh yes." you replied and felt your high coming, by the way his dick twitches inside of you after every moan of yours you could tell he's close too.

he kept his pace, made you lose control of your moans while he leaves low grunts to your neck, whispers dirty stuff to your ear.

"come as i say pretty." he said and gave deep thrusts, getting faster and going slower and deeper again. your pussy started to clench like crazy. if you weren't being held by him you'd probably fall because how hard he fucks.

"come." he said and you both came, you were a moaning mess.

he pulled himself out and fixed your dress after fixing his suit, getting ready to leave.

"guess i proved it all wrong, huh?" he said, watching your not so out of bliss face. it was a strong high.

"i can't believe i thought that sir." you said looking at his lips involuntarily. you were still between your desk and him. he moved closer and kissed you slowly. then his hands found the marks he left on your skin.

"everybody will know who left these marks on you baby. you can cover it up... or you can keep it and i can take you a proper date tonight. cause this wasn't just sex for me. what'd you say?"

his words made your heart flutter. you couldn't help but smile.

"of course."

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masterwords · 3 years

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Like Falling Sand

Chapter Four: You See Through Me Don't You?

Notes: Well, this chapter got away from me and I had to break it up into two or it was just going to be too long for my taste. We're embracing some sick/aftercare vibes, some hearing loss, getting really deep into Hotch and those pesky ears. Things are about to get pretty heavy for the two of them so even though I'm putting Hotch through the ringer here, I'm trying to keep it somewhat lighthearted before the shitstorm starts. Anyway! I have a house guest coming tonight and staying a few days so the next chapter will be up after the weekend. I know...we have a lot of guests...living at the ocean means everyone wants to use your house as a B&B. There are worse things I guess. :)

Warnings: A lot of swearing but it's otherwise just soft.

Words: ~3800

Previously On: Chapter List

Tag List: @disgruntledchowchow @84hotpockets @olivinesea (Let me know if you'd like to be added!)

Rain battered the window of Aaron's hot bedroom, vibrating the walls with trembling ferocity. It coursed through his aching bones, made him long to look out into the dark and watch it hammer the black asphalt. He loved the way it could make the flashing red and yellow of the streetlights outside dance, become so hypnotizing he would sit and stare in a trance at something so mundane turned beautiful. The cool glass called to him, begged him to press his fevered cheek there and drink in the relief it would bring if only he could.

4:34am on a Monday morning, and he couldn't move. Paralyzed by a terrible spinning sensation that worsened with every breath, every twitch of his muscles. He'd woken in a cold sweat, trembling, tried to recall what nightmare had violated him this time but it was nothing so simple. His head weighed a ton, he couldn't pull himself upright and the room spun violently as if the entire world had just given up on gravity and gone hurtling through space. With his eyes closed, he felt the strange sensation of being seasick right there in his bed while holding perfectly still. His bed that he knew wasn't moving but his body was convinced otherwise. Being in the water, rocking back and forth, gasping for a breath as his ears burst under the pressure and the world was just all wrong.

It should have scared him, but after the few weeks he'd had, it didn't. He'd simply reached his capacity for fear, for worrying about his health. His lack of fear, he thought with some bitter amusement, was slightly concerning, more than the intensity of the vertigo that pinned him beneath his sweat soaked sheets.

He should have been on the road by now, he kept repeating the same thing as his world rocked back and forth, a ship battling a squall. There was no way, he'd known that from the moment his eyes opened to the fury of his ears but there was always that voice in his head telling him he had to try. Always on thin ice, easily replaced, had to show his face no matter what. He fumbled for his phone on his nightstand, working blindly and patting himself on the back for his attention to detail, always putting it back in exactly the same spot every night. Nausea racked him from stem to stern and he gulped it down, settling back into the bed with the cold phone in his sweaty palm. Attempting to squint, to see the phone through the intensity of the bright light, he willed his eyes to focus long enough to bypass the security and pull up Dave's number – speed dial, number one, David Rossi. He fumbled through a half blind text letting him know he was working from home, errors be damned. The longer his eyes were open the worse the spinning was. Dave would have his phone on silent until at least 7am, at which time Aaron knew he'd open the text, probably get very concerned over the quality the thing, and start devising a plan to have someone make sure he was all right. It wasn't ideal, but he had plenty of time to figure out a way around his home being invaded by well meaning colleagues. He never could tell where their concerns lie, if he was being honest. Sometimes it seemed they were worried about him as a friend, other times simply as their leader. Any given day the mood seemed to shift and he was left never quite knowing where he stood with any of them.

It wasn't enough to concern himself over now, though. His head was beginning to pound mercilessly, pressure building behind his temples and his ears burned hot down into his jaw. Sleep was the only thing on his mind, the only place he could be where he felt normal.

“Who missed me?” Derek asked, sauntering into the bullpen with his go bag thrown over his shoulder. Emily glanced up at him and rolled her eyes dramatically.

“Has it been a whole week already?” she whined to Spencer who grinned, blowing the entire thing. He couldn't help it, the happiness at seeing Derek back in the BAU was radiating off of him. Emily groaned and muttered something about him not even trying before she let the ghost of a smile slip herself. They were all glad to see him back, glad he was okay. The incident in Seattle had gotten to all of them, and when Derek was told he had to take the week off because he had a concussion, they were all thrown a little off.

And then there was Aaron and his declining health over the course of the week prior, but they weren't planning to tell Derek about that just yet.

He threw his bag beneath his desk, kicked it into the back corner where he wouldn't be tempted to put his feet on top of it and plopped heavily into his chair. It took his weight, spun a little and tipped back just enough that he could kick his feet up on his desk. Emily looked him over, just a quick check, noting that the cut over his eyebrow was mostly healed but stood out just enough that it made him look like a Bond supervillain, a fact she was certain he had already considered and was eating up. Waiting for someone to say something. She wouldn't mention it, wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

“What'd I miss?”

“Nothing,” Spencer muttered, averting his eyes now. “You didn't miss anything, everything is fine.” Emily groaned louder and sighed, she was going to have to work with the kid on his poker face. For someone who grew up in Vegas, he couldn't bluff his way out of a paper bag when it came to fooling any of them. They could read him like an open book.

“Out with it, kid,” Derek said, shaking his head. Even he'd hoped he would have to try a little harder to get the gossip. He looked around, noted that everything was in place, no one in the bullpen was missing, the coffee pot was still functioning. Letting his eyes trail further, he saw Dave's door open, saw Chief Strauss standing just inside the door talking with him, and just a few feet away Aaron's door was closed, blinds drawn. Bingo, there it was. He should have looked there first, really.

“Hotch?” Derek asked, letting his feet slip from the top of his desk to the floor and leaning forward, elbows resting on his knees. “Something up with Hotch?”

“Talk to Rossi,” was the reply he received from both Emily and Spencer. It was his turn to roll his eyes and he did so with such flair that Emily cracked her first real smile of the day. Before he could push all the way out of his chair, he heard Penelope come flying through the room, announcing her presence with the clicking of her heels. She wrapped herself around him, held him too tight, too long and he knew he'd really screwed up.

“Babygirl, I talked to you every single day I was out...” he reasoned, arms circling her shoulders, indulging her anyway. She nodded.

“I know,” she whispered, squeezing him tighter. He felt the tears wetting his shirt and felt his heart break. “But I haven't seen you since before Seattle and I just...”

“Okay, okay. Mama, you gotta chill. I'm good.” He paused, waited for her to ease her grip, and smiled. “There you go. Okay, I don't wanna go deal with Strauss yet...someone wanna tell me what's up with Hotch?”

“You haven't talked to Rossi yet?” Penelope asked, wiping her eyes delicately, fingertips swiping beneath her glasses. He shook his head, pressing his thumb to her cheek and wiping the smear of mascara left behind, second nature. Penelope smiled, eyes shining bright with tears.

“I'm right here, in the flesh, feelin' good. Don't you worry your pretty head about me.” She nodded again, sucking in a ragged breath. He felt awful, he'd really put her through the ringer over the last few weeks. The ambulance in NYC was just the tip of the iceberg, he knew it. For all of them. The BAU felt a little tighter, a little smaller since that night, since Aaron and Derek and the bombs that left the team in tatters. They were looking at each other more cautiously, reminded once again how very little it would take to shatter their little world.

The moment Strauss walked out of Dave's office, Derek made his way up. Not sure what he'd find, what he was hoping for, whether he even really wanted to know. A few more days off would have been nice.

“Where's Hotch?”

“He called in sick today,” Dave replied with a shrug, watching Derek enter his office like he owned the place. Neither of them bothered with formalities or small talk, no how do you dos, just the facts. “Texted, actually.” He held his phone out, offered the mess of a text to him. It read like something a 2nd grader would produce, words half spelled, no grammar, like he'd been typing blind. He narrowed his eyes at Dave, raising an eyebrow.

“Did you check on him?” he asked and Dave shook his head. “Looks like he was having a stroke, man.”

“Well, I think that's a stretch," Dave muttered. "He may lack the basic instinct for self-preservation but I do think if he was in mortal danger he would do more than send a half blind text to me three hours before he knows I would ever read it. Besides, somehow I doubt he'd appreciate my just popping by,” was the response and Derek couldn't tell you why but it made his blood boil. It was the truth, he knew it as well as Dave did, but it didn't have to make him happy. The absurdity of his anger was not lost on him. He was about to blow his top when Dave handed him a peace offering, nonchalant and yet there was an undercurrent of premeditation. “He has a deposition he's preparing for, he forwarded me an email requesting a box of files from his desk. If you want to check on him, there's your way in.”

Derek sank heavily into a chair and grunted his disapproval. He worked with idiots.

“You know, Rossi, sometimes I really hate this job. When I was a cop in Chicago, someone called in sick I thought oh, hell, I hope they feel better. Or fuck, now I gotta pull some extra weight. But someone here calls in sick? My first instinct is to go check on them, put myself in their damn home...what does that say about this place?”

“Nothing,” Dave replied softly, leaning back in his chair. He knew Derek was going to do it, he could see the look in his eyes and he was proud of himself. He would have done it, was planning on going but there was something about sending Derek in that just felt right. Better. “It says everything about you and how you feel about this team.”

“Yeah...well. It says I'm a damn sucker, then. I'll take those files to his house at lunch time, I'm not gonna get anything done if I don't go see for myself what could possibly be bad enough for him to call in sick. That fuckin' text man. What the fuck.”

Dave smiled and shook his head. He'd seen Aaron the week prior, he had a pretty good idea, but he was going to let Derek see for himself.

The good news, Aaron had already decided, was that his hearing was almost completely gone in his right ear and fading fast in his left which meant loud noises had no power over him for the time being. It was a relief. The pressure in his temples, the shards of glass lining his throat, the vice grip of his jaw, the fever and the chills attacking from both sides, those things were misery but there was no ringing. The vertigo had taken a backseat, at least while he lay perfectly still in the middle of his bed with his eyes closed. It was the silence, though, that brought him comfort. It was almost enough to make him smile through the pain.

It also meant he couldn't hear the doorbell. Or the furious sound of pounding fists on hard wood – Haley's angry fists, Jack's tiny copycats.

“Aaron!” she called. Bang bang bang. “Aaron I'm going to be late for work, this isn't funny!”

Silence. She pulled out her phone and paced the hallway, gritting her teeth. He wasn't a joker, she knew he wasn't just sitting in there having a laugh but she was getting angrier by the minute and her mind shot through a thousand different scenarios, none of which were even remotely accurate and all of which painted him in a rather dingy light. She could call Jessica, but then her sister would have to leave work early and she'd already done that enough times that she was on thin ice. She could call one of her friends and hope they didn't have plans. No, it was Aaron's day to have Jack. Aaron's morning to drop him off at school and pick him up and she wasn't going to baby him, let him off the hook because he was a big important man and he forgot about his commitment – she decided to call Derek, the same number she'd been calling for years when she needed someone to bully Aaron. He had this way about getting right under Aaron's skin without even breaking a sweat and he always got results.

“Morgan?”

“Yeah...” Derek said, frowning at the number on the phone. He didn't recognize it, but he gave his number out to so many people it wasn't surprising. Between prospects he met out on the town to victims and families and LEOs who needed support, his phone was ringing all day with numbers he didn't know. “Who is this?”

“It's Haley,” she said and opened her mouth to clarify, wondering if she was being too familiar for someone who had recently divorced his friend. “Aaron's ex-wife.”

Derek laughed. “I don't know any other Haleys, girl. What can I do for you? Hotch called in sick today, he's not here, in case you were trying to find him.”

She glared at his door and then down at Jack exasperated. “I'm standing at his door right now and he's not answering. I have to be to work in an hour, I was supposed to drop Jack off here and Aaron said he'd take him to school and now he's not answering his door and...” She was spiraling, ranting, repeating herself as she dug deeper into her anger and Derek was already walking out of the office with keys and box of files in hand. He'd been planning on making the trip anyway, it was just earlier than he'd expected.

“Woah, woah, slow your roll. I've got a key, I'll be right over. We'll make sure he's okay, and if he's not home I'll take Jack to school. We'll figure this out, no need to panic.”

She took Jack out front and let him play on the small patch of emerald grass while they waited, knowing the building super didn't love having anyone walk on it but she dared them to come and talk to her right now about it. They would regret it. The grass was slick, still damp from the overnight rain storm and the knees of Jack's pants were streaked with green by the time Derek came walking toward her hefting a banker box and two coffees.

“I didn't know your order so I got you what I always get JJ,” he smiled, handing her the coffee. He knew how to smooth things over, and he also knew that she was about to snap so really he was saving Aaron's life. It worked, she softened immediately and thanked him, apologized for calling him to come out of his way and deal with her shit show. Jack bounded down the hall toward his dad's door excitedly, ready to go inside and change his clothes and play with his toys before school. Haley hung back, let Derek approach the door first, enter without knocking. The air inside was hot, stuffy like he'd turned up his thermostat to nearly inhuman levels and Derek thought back to times he'd shared hotel rooms with Aaron, the discomfort of hot air being trapped in his lungs.

“You guys hang out here for a minute, okay?” Derek spoke to her like she hadn't spent half her life living with Aaron, knowing better than he did what to expect or how to proceed but to his surprise, she listened to him. Divorce was a funny thing – you could love someone so much and then just accept the empty place they left in your life when it was over. Haley didn't even look like she wanted to try and see him, and he knew it wasn't that she didn't care, maybe it was simply that she couldn't. She couldn't afford that anymore, the empty place needed to stay empty. One faulty step and she'd fall right back in, let him fill that space.

“Hotch?” Derek asked cautiously, rapping once on the bedroom door with his knuckles before pushing his way in. At once his sinuses were assaulted with the smell of eucalyptus, camphor and sweat. Aaron was sleeping in the middle of his bed, nothing visible except the iridescent peaks of jet black hair peaking out from within the blankets. “Hotch?” he called again and waited, but the man didn't move. He could see the labored rise and fall of the blankets, knew he was breathing, he could even hear the soft groans that followed inhales, the tiny whimpering sounds every time he swallowed. Frowning, he approached the bed and cupped the peak of Aaron's shoulder with his palm, applying just enough pressure to let him know he was there, not enough to startle him. Watching closely, he saw Aaron's bleary eyes crack open just a sliver, squinting to focus on the face in front of him. His lips moved, tongue flicking out to wet them briefly but no sound came out. He mouthed Morgan's name, only the soft hiss of menthol breath escaped. A cough drop clicked behind his teeth and the soft whimpering sound that followed each swallow seemed to Derek to be entirely involuntary.

“Sorry to barge in, boss,” he said, hand still resting on Aaron's shoulder. He considered removing it but something kept him anchored there. “Haley called, she was supposed to drop Jack off for you this morning. You remember?”

Aaron didn't nod, didn't move, just blinked once sleepily. There was no way he could nod his head, nothing good would come of it. Instead he mouthed 'yes' and just kept squinting until Derek realized he was staring at his mouth.

“Okaaaaaay. You lost your voice?” Playing twenty questions wasn't what he'd anticipated.

Again he mouthed 'yes' and continued staring intently at Derek's lips. “Right. So...can you hear me?” A stab int he dark, the way he watched Derek form every word so carefully.

This time he looked away briefly before letting his eyes slip closed. Like admitting it while looking at Derek would make it that much more painful. 'No' he breathed and he didn't open his eyes again, didn't want to know what Derek was going to say next. To his credit, Derek didn't push, he gave Aaron's shoulder a small reassuring squeeze and stood to leave, to go speak to Haley. Before he left, he heard a soft plea, a hoarse croaking sound and he turned around to find Aaron pointing at his nightstand, at a pile of papers sitting on top. The movement caused the world to spin and he squeezed his eyes shut, freezing in place momentarily, willing it to pass.

“Urgent Care?” he asked, but Aaron didn't answer because he couldn't see Derek's mouth, had no idea what he'd said. Derek pressed his face close to the papers, squinting in the dim light of the room to read the diagnosis, the prescriptions that were sitting unfilled, the treatment recommendation. Turning toward Aaron, he studied the man in the bed and nodded, understanding. “I'll be right back.”

He made his way back out to the living room and explained the situation to Haley who sat dumbfounded before laying into Derek about how reckless they both were. “Double ear infections?!” she exclaimed, shaking her head. “Nearly drowned, burst his eardrum, blown up...what's next? Where does it end with you guys?”

“I know this sucks, but c'mon...you know no one expected any of this.

I doubt he's in there having the time of his life, Haley.”

“You guys never expect any of this. You rush into these dangerous situations and you don't think about what's going to happen to you or who you're leaving behind to pick up the pieces. I can't do this anymore, Morgan. He's going to hear from my lawyer, I can't keep putting Jack through this. He deserves better. We both do.”

The air in the room stifled and Derek sucked in a deep breath, tried to figure out a way through this mess. It wasn't even his mess. This fucking job, he thought bitterly. It was his mantra for the day. He'd never been involved in any other co-worker's lives like he was here and it was wearing him thin. There was nothing he could say to smooth it over, no amount of coffee could buy her smile now. She excused herself, gave Jack a kiss goodbye, and left for work with Derek's promise that he'd take care of Jack for the day. She wasn't happy with it, but she didn't have much choice, it was either trust Derek with her son or call in sick to work and possibly lose her job.

It didn't take him long to get the little guy ready for school in nice clean clothes and walk him down the street, thankful that Jack liked him well enough to accept his intrusion for the time being. They discussed birds and grass and worms, all of the intricate bits of the world that Jack seemed to know inside and out. It had become a beautiful day, enough that he really wished he could just ignore all of his responsibilities and go lay on the lush grass in his backyard and watch Clooney chase the birds and squirrels all day.

Heading back to Aaron's apartment was pretty low on his list of things that sounded fun, yet he found that he was, in fact, putting one foot in front of the other.

Next Chapter ->

#criminal minds #aaron hotchner #derek morgan #haley hotchner #jack hotchner #hotchgan #mortch #sick fic #hurt hotch #sick hotch

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diorthesuperior · 4 years

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When Tour Ends (Day6 Wonpil fluff–>smut)

You stare at the black and white keys, a little exhausted but determined. It's been 5 months and Wonpil is still on tour with his group. You have so much free time which ideally you'd like to spend with him but you can't. The little vintage flower shop you worked at had shorter hours now since it was the winter months so there'd be less customers.

You decorated your shared flat with the leftover flower clippings from work, creating a calm ambient along with candles you had lit.

Since he's been away you took it upon yourself to learn piano because when he played it so effortlessly it intrigued you. You wanted to play a song for him to show your love. So that's what you did while he was gone, and though your fingers were cramped from constant errors and repetition it was worth it.

°°°

Your dreaded alarm echoed from your phone in the empty room. You swung your arm over on the other side of the empty bed, but he wasn't there. You hugged into the corner of your duvet and yawned turning your alarm off. Well you set it to snooze. Before pushing the button off on the side of your phone you caught glimpse of your lockscreen and smiled at the photo of wonpil smiling captioned “I miss you”. He set it before he went to remind you of him. Not that you'd forget a guy like him, but he wanted to be there with you, somehow.

°°°

Bzzzzt Bzzzzt Bzzzzt

You jump up in shock from the noise coming from your phone again. You slept in for longer than you imagined. You check the time and it reads 8am. Shit is all you could think. Wonpil was due home any minute. You were really excited to finally meet with him again but you were supposed to wake up early to get ready and dressed for him. You had a cute little black dress just for him since he saw it on a mannequin once and said how it was so cute. So ofcourse you being you, bought it when he wasn't there.

But you hadn't time for this. You were dressed in a silk nightgown that was quite revealing. You got up and went to the door and reached for your dressing gown from the hook to cover you. You caught glimpse of your reflection in the mirror and sighed. Your messy bun was somewhat okay but your face was puffy from the long sleep.

A knock came from the front door of the flat and you panicked. You ran out and turned the knob as quick as possible .

Although you know you looked a mess you couldn't wait to see him.

You were taken by surprise when you were grasped into a big hug only seeing his smile 1 second previous. The hug felt so nice, after weeks of not seeing eachother it was awarding to be back to the reality you loved most and with the guy you loved most, Kim Wonpil.

After that long hug, he pulled back and stared at you for what felt like a minute. You looked up at the slightly taller figure and felt your cheeks flush a tint of rose from warmth. His eyes studied all your features, his stare wandering from your smile to your freckled rosy cheeks, then back to your eyes.

“You look so cute, you slept well didn't you? ” he spoke bringing his hand up to put a stray curl from your face behind your ear.

“I overslept I wanted to look all nice for you but..”

“You hit snooze like always right?”

“Yes”

You let out a sigh and tighten the belt on your robe.

“Don't worry princess we can both get ready later. I like you looking all cozy and cute like this it reminds me of how lucky I am to wake and see you like this everyday from now on.”

“Wonpil I really missed you, the bed was so empty I know I complained about your snoring but a night without your cuddles isn't a goodnight”

“I know I missed you too, c'mere”

Wonpil shuffled his feet slowly bringing you into a hug, his hands lightly on your waist as you put you head on his shoulder.

“I really am the luckiest to have you back here”

You stare into Wonpils eyes that's gleamed with happiness at your words. A rumble of your stomach broke the wholesome moment.

“Lets eat something before anything else maybe"

He flashes you a goofy smile but all you can do is nod. He made his special scrambled eggs and put on some bread to toast. You made the coffee since you made it best, which wonpil admits. You carry the mugs over to the coffee table beside the couch and plop down beside wonpil who had served the two dishes.

“Thank you babe”

“No thank you for the coffee princess”

You missed him calling you that.

You sipped on the coffee as the steam hit your face and the sweet aroma. It was one of your favorite scents after your boyfriends cologne 'chanel de bleu'.

“So what have you been up to”

“Not too much but I have a surprise for you”

“Oh? Really?”

“Yes actually I can show you now I was going to wait a little later but now would be nice since you're having coffee”

“Okay”

You got off the sofa and made your way over to the keyboard propped up infront of the window.

“Did you really-”

“yes now shh”you joke putting a finger on your lip.

You breathe in and exhale placing your hand on the common keys. You start to play the melody which you had tried so hard to learn and it finally paid off. The first few notes filled the room leaving goosebumps. It was the special song you both claimed as 'your song'.

When you love someone.

Although you were trying to focus on the keys you felt his eyes on you and once you came to the end you couldn't help but lift your gaze to him. You ended up hitting the wrong last note but his face was worth the mistake. He looked with such admiration and pride.

“That was beautiful Y/N, really beautiful. Thank you”

“When you love someone I guess you really do things you wouldn't have ever imagined.” you giggle lifting the hair from your face with a bright smile.

“When you love someone you can't help but feel bliss when the one you love goes out of their way to do something like that” he sighs with amazement.

“Just for you Pillie”

He stands up and grabs you by the hips placing a soft kiss on your lips. You could taste the coffee from his lips.

“I missed your lips during tour”

You blush pushing him onto the sofa playfully. He's laying there with his elbows back while you stare at him with a smirk.

“I bet you did”

Although it was just a simple position he was in and a simple remark it didn't hide the heat it created. He just had a long flight so his appearance was not far from yours. He had his blonde locks going all directions and outfit wise just a simple black long slieved shirt and black shorts.

The eye contact was intense but you couldn't help but look at his slightly parted lips from his shocked expression. In fact you missed his lips too. He sees you eyeing him and smirks.

“How's my slut”

Fuck.

He hadn't called you that for 5 months.

“Wonpil sorry for pushing yo-”

“Down”

“What”

“Get on your knees”

You gulp but kneel down infront of him staring up with alert eyes. You put your phone aside and ask what's wrong, knowing exactly where this was going, but you weren't complaining.

“My needy slut missed me so bad huh, I've only been back an hour and you're already teasing and craving my cock”

“I didn't I just pushed you Wonpil sor-”

“Wonpil?slut say my name”

“-Sir”

“you pushed me into this position and I saw you eyeing me, such a slut”

You couldn't help but swoon over his tone of voice. His words turned you on so much and you struggled to hide it.

“You love this don't you? You love it when you're so desperate infront of me you love it it when I call you my slut?”

You could feel you face flush at his statement as thoughts of what he'd do to you entered your head.

Before you knew it he forcefully grabbed you by the jaw and unzipped his pants, his lengthy cock standing against his stomach leaking with precum. He pumped himself two or three times before jerking your jaw bringing your lips towards his tip.

“Open up Princess”

You straddled his hips and swiped your tongue up his shaft tasting his leaking precum.

Frustrated he pulled you by the hair and pushed you down on his length making you take him whole. You let out a loud moan from the forceful but pleasurable hair pulling but was quickly muffled by his cock. He was big so you felt like gagging but held out, tears forming in the corner of your eyes. You hollowed out you cheeks increasing the pace of your bobbing head, your hands pleasing any of his length that you couldn't take.

“fuckkk” he groaned under his breath

“Such a gorgeous slut taking every inch, princess I missed your lips on my cock. If only you could imagine what I'd do to you later. Ugh slut keep going”

His praise and dirty talk got you so riled up, you're drenched just from his words yet he hasn't even touched your body.

Bzzzzzzt bzzzzzzzt

You look up at him with lustful eyes, his length half way down your throat, shifting your glance to your phone which you forgot to put on silent.

Your lockscreen lit up beside him catching his attention. He pinned in your pass code and entered your phone.

“Keep going don't mind me”

You continue.

Before you knew it he was recording you taking him whole. He pulled at your hair causing a moan to escape your lips, vibrating against his cock which caused him to groan again but even louder which caught you by surprise. You don't know what switched in you but the idea of being recorded turned you on so much and made you want to preform better. You hallowed your lips and rapidly sucked up and down bobbing your head while squeezing his thighs. You hummed on his dick the vibrations flowing through his length.

“shit I'm close"

Without warning he snapped his hips up and down his cock destroying your throat as you cry around it. It's hurts but youre willing to take it for him.

Curses and dirty praises leave his lips as he reaches his point.

“Fuck it open up"

A long groan of broken syllables leaves his mouth, his jaw hanging open with his eyes rolling back. White strings of cum hit your face but you take most of it in your mouth, swallowing every last bit. His eyebrows are furrowed as his lips are parted, his chest heaving up and down as he breaths loudly.

“Fuck when you love someone you really give them a show” he chokes out, sweat dripping from his forehead, his hands behind his head staring at you kneeling infront of him with his cum on your face.

“When you love someone you have to make them feel as good as they make you.”

°°°

You slipped on you silver heals and sat up from the corner of the bed. You went over to the mirror and adjusted your revealing sapphire dress that hugged all your curves perfectly. You reached for the diamond choker on your dresser and adjusted it around your neck.

Wonpil was in the bedroom bathroom fixing his collar and his tie. He'd been in there the past 20 minutes doing his hair but you didn't mind too much. You were going on a dinner date in a fancy restaurant that Wonpils bestfriend Dowoon recommended. It took one look at you for praises to fall from his lips.

“You're really gorgeous tell me again why you're not a model? ”

“Because you told me you'd be jealous of others getting to see what you see”

Wonpil smirks.

“Ah, correct”

Your eyes caught glimpse of the bulge in those tight fitted pants making you feel hot again. You had to contain yourself, though he was making it hard. He rolled up the slieves of his dress shirt to his elbows which made him look like he was preparing to destroy you. You blinked twice and got out of your thoughts and thought of a way to get your mind off your desire.

“Wonpil where's my phone? I want to see how long the restaurant stays open till tonight ” you question looking over at the well dressed figure.

“Princess it's on the counter” he smiles.

You walk over to the marble counter top, lifting your dress as you walk just incase it would rip. You already had a daring enough split you couldn't have two. You breath out having escaped the situation in the bedroom. You reach for you phone and turn the power button on.

You look at your lockscreen and moan, unaware of your doing whimpering his name out and yes'.

Your lockscreen was no longer a photo of him smiling with the caption "I miss you"

Far from it.

During his blowjob when he was on your phone, he didn't only record you but also took photos of himself and set one as your lockscreen captioned

“I need you. Now”

The photo was taken right as he reached his climax his eyes rolling back, furrowed brows and parted lips, sweat on his forehead on which his blonde curls stuck to.

The moan was so loud and needy and was heard throughout the whole flat for sure.

Wonpil adjusted his tie in the mirror again smirking at his reflection.

“Guess she saw huh”

You lean against the counter staring at your phone speechless, still in your own world.

The clicks of his footsteps came from the bedroom to the kitchen over to your vulnerable state.

“Whats the matter princess?”

“Oh and by the way, the resuarant is open till 3am my bad! I forgot to tell you i could have prevented your feet from hurting walking over here in those highheels” he sighs in a fake pitiful tone, crossing his arms on his chest.

“Here princess” he softly speaks kneeling down infront of you, undoing the strap on your heels.

“Keep them off for now we wouldn't want you crying in pain would we? ” he says gripping your thigh for balance when he removes one heal, emphasizing his last words.

He puts the heel on the floor and tightens the grip on your thigh teasingly.

“O sorry princess I was loosing my balance there”

“Wonpil”

“Yes princess what's the matter? ”

“It's opened till 3 right? ”

“Yes and it's currently 8pm princess? What are you asking”

“It's too early. I need you”

“Use your words princess”

“mmmm fuck it I need you to fill me up and make me cry in pain fuck me here and now”

“your wish is my command princess, but whats the magic word? ”

“Please Wonpil I beg I need to feel you”

“Tut tut princess.. just because I've been gone months doesn't mean I won't punish you, now address me by my name”

“Please s-sir”

He takes your last heel off quickly and lifts his hand up to your face, his index finger pushing softly against your lips.

“Say no more, princess”

#day6 #day6 smut #wonpil smut #Wonpil fluff #day6 fluff #day6 imagines #day6 fanfic #day6 scenarios #day6 tour #Dowoon #Soft wonpil #Hard wonpil

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nessamaurice · 5 years

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Simple, Ch. 11 (Loki x F!Reader)

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Summary: Tony and the Avengers are in desperate need of something like a “babysitter” to have an eye on Loki and teach him “how to human”. He decided to stay on Midgard over the dungeons of Asgard as punishment for his deeds in New York. That’s where you swoop in. A simple receptionist at the Avengers compound. You have to share an apartment in the compound with Loki and damn, he’s a really tough nut. With your open and kind character it seems that you are slowly cracking his shell. But suddenly things are getting twists that will change your life and your relationships there irreversibly.

Story rating: M

Chapter trigger warnings: PTSD/flash back, trauma

Words: 2845

Your whole body hurt incredibly as you opened your eyes. Terrified you saw that you were back at that awful lab, dozens of needles sticking deeply in your skin. You couldn't focus correctly and thus didn't saw what was happening right in front of you. You felt electrodes getting glued on your head and started screaming to the top of your lungs as the burning pain pierced into your brain.

"Y/N! Y/N, wake up! It's just a dream, it's alright!"

Carefully being shaken you slipped back into reality. As you opened your eyes you saw a very concerned Loki looking down on you, loose black locks framing his face. In that moment you realized you were still screaming and shut up the next second. Loki looked up from you like to someone else and said something but you were too drowsy to follow the actions. Tears were rolling down your temples and you were trembling. It was just so cold... Half asleep, half awake you turned on your side and curled up so tightly that you were just a little human ball, clasping your legs and pulling them up to your chest so that you could burry half your face between your knees. Shaking you tried to fall asleep again but it just didn't work; you knew that it wouldn't within seconds. Quietly you started to cry without knowing why exactly. You gasped as you felt hands at your shins. Loki had brought a soft, woolen blanket and tugged it neatly under your legs so that your front was completely covered, except for a small gap for your face so you could breathe. But your back was still uncovered so you wanted to roll around and pull the blanket over your shoulders as the mattress behind you dipped a bit. An arm wrapped around you under the blanket and pulled you slightly backwards to the warm body laying down behind you. Loki curled up to your back and held you.

"Don't worry, I'm by your side. You will not slip from my grip, nothing can happen to you. I'm with you. You are not alone."

***

You slowly awakened and the first thing your brain recognized was a familiar scent. Fresh linen and leather. You opened your eyes and saw an open book, held by big hands that were clearly not yours. You felt a chin lightly touching the top of your head. Then slowly the memory came back and you recalled your nightmare and how you got comforted into sleep again. Heat was rushing to your cheeks, being aware of the full body contact behind you while Loki slowly changed pages, not realizing you were awake. You stiffened completely, not knowing how to react. Loki noticed the change in your muscles and whispered your name.

"Are you awake?"

You awkwardly cleared your throat. "Ahem, yes. I'm sorry. How long have I slept?"

"It is now 10 am the next morning, so you slept a good amount of hours. What did you apologize for?" He spoke with a low voice; you felt the vibration of its sound where his chest touched your back.

You still didn't know how to move, so you stayed right there, totally stiff. But you had to admit, being so close to him was extremely calming. "That you had to climb here in with me. I'm pretty sure you're not really the cuddle type." You laughed nervously.

"You may be right, this is not something I would declare common for me. But I know what to do to calm down a traumatized person having something like a panic attack. And I’ve been in far more uncomfortable situations."

You could hear him smiling with the last sentence which just made you blush even more. It was so long ago since you’ve been close to somebody. To anybody. Your muscles began to relax a bit and the fact he didn't move away reassured you a bit.

"What are you reading?" You suddenly wanted to know, surprising yourself.

Loki closed the book with the finger he had on its cover. You immediately threw your hand against your forehead in shame.

"Oh my god. Where did you get this from? Why are you even reading it?"

"Your uncle brought some of your books from your room and I got bored. Not that watching you sleep isn't entertaining, but at some point I wanted to get my thoughts elsewhere. So I grabbed the first book from the stack and the title sounded truly interesting."

"Wait... what?" Now you turned to face him, "Watching me sleep is entertaining?" You imagined yourself snoring and drooling onto his arm and wanted to sink into the earth right away.

Ignoring your comment he just went on, seriously looking at the book, "Star Wars - The Phantom Menace. How could I resist? And, to my own surprise, it is not as bad as I expected your human literature to be. It clearly has lots of flaws regarding numerous techniques of writing and storytelling, but for such a young civilisation it could have been worse."

"You only say that because you haven't seen the movie."

Loki pulled his arm from beneath your head and pushed himself up on it, looking down at you.

"There's a movie from this?"

You turned around, now lying on your back, with a surprised expression.

"You know what movies are?"

All he did was giving you pouty look before he elegantly swung off the bed.

"I better get you something to eat before you get too impudent."

You watched him as he strode out of the room. You caught yourself biting on your lower lip and directly scolded yourself. You explained it with the hunger you felt in your stomach and not with any other kind of... hunger. He wasn’t even your typical “type of prey”. But you had to admit you felt calmer when he was around. He had some kind of aura that made you feel… understood. Acknowledged. Safe. You stroked over a shaved part of your head to distract you. It already turned scrubby, except for the parts where the electrodes were stuck to your head, leaving bald circles. You looked down at your arms, at the slowly healing cuts. You could recall how you got each single one of them, you would never forget that. You felt the burning of every single wound, you could locate them in your mind. Not only your skin would stay scarred for the rest of your life, your mind would never be the same again, too. You were marked, inside and out. Always to be identified as a victim of Hydra. Not only a victim, but a tool as well. You hurt others just to keep yourself a little less unharmed. You penetrated their minds, their feelings and covered them with your own, forced them to feel differently than they naturally would. You looked down at your hands and suddenly got the intense urge to peel off the skin of your palms. Just that moment the glass door of the medical room you were in opened and Loki entered with a tablet loaded with the most different things for breakfast. You quickly rose your head and felt like you've been caught doing something bad. You watched his face turn from a relaxed smile into a severely concerned expression.

"By the Allfathers, what happened?"

He paced the room towards you with just a few steps, put the tablet on the table next to your bed and sat down in front of you, taking your face gently into his big hands. You weren't able to meet his eyes.

"My dear, look at me. Come on. Speak with me.", he softly encouraged you.

Hesitantly you looked into his face. He wiped with his thumb over your cheek, that was when you realized you were crying.

"I... I am a monster." You choked on your sobbing voice. "They made me a monster! Look at these-" You raised your palms a bit and looked down on them "Everyone I touch will be like an open book to me, they will not be able to choose what I’m allowed to know. And even worse… they will be forced to feel what I feel. Their souls will be plastered over with my own emotions." You suddenly looked up to Loki. "They made me a mental rapist for the rest of my life!" Your eyes got lost looking around the room as you realized what you just said. "Oh my god..." You covered your mouth with your hands as you started to sob uncontrollably. Loki pulled you to his chest and held you tight.

"I am so sorry this happened to you. I know it is too early for you to accept this, but just let me tell you, you are no monster. For sure not. I know what I am talking about, believe me. ... Do you want me to get your uncle here? He was forced to leave for a mission and I promised to look after you, but if you prefer his company I am sure he-"

"No, don't. Don't leave. Please." You grabbed his shirt and held on it for dear life. You didn't want to be alone again. As soon as he would leave your side you knew the horrific memories and thoughts would come back immediately. "I'm so sorry" you wept into his chest.

"It's okay. Of course I'm staying. Do not apologize my dear." He pressed you a bit closer to him.

Loki looked over to the door and was surprised to see his brother coming along the glass front and just as he wanted to open the glass door he saw the scene and stopped mid-movement, obviously confused. Loki slightly shook his head and pointed to the side, meaning him to leave. He conjured an illusion of himself a bit further away in the corridor to speak to his brother without disturbing you.

"Hello, brother."

"Loki? What is going on? Why are you holding this crying woman? Who is she? What did you do?" Thor walked out of view towards his brother's illusion.

Loki rolled his eyes before he answered "That is Y/N. I am not the reason she is in this abysmal condition. She got kidnapped and tortured by that Hydra cult over a week ago. We managed to save her, but it took us a few days. They injured her body and her soul severely. It appeared that she has empathic powers and Hydra forced them to the surface, now she is able to feel other's feelings and even to alter them only by touching them with her hands. It is hard for her to cope with that."

"By the Allfathers, that are awful news. Does she need any support from our home?"

"I don't think that would be good. Midgardian souls are different, we don't know how the effects would be on the long term."

"Yes, you are right." Thor stopped for a moment and looked Loki deeply in the eyes. "And you are comforting her?" He raised his eyebrows. "I never thought you are able of being that sensitive."

Loki sighed, "Well, brother, unlike you, obviously, I can be perfectly sensible if I want to. And again, unlike you, I know what she feels like right now. I have been in familiar situations.“ He paused talking to Thor as he said some comforting words to you. „I have to leave now, if you would excuse me."

"Of course, Loki. Let me tell you that I am as surprised as I am impressed. I am truly happy that you found a person that brings this part of you to the daylight. Farewell for now, brother." Thor wanted to leave, but stopped. “Mother would have been really proud of you.” Then he gave him a short smile before he walked through the illusion, causing it to disappear.

Now his attention was fully yours again, though the words of his brother echoed in his head. But he had no time to let that sink in, not now. He pulled away a bit and touched your chin to move it upwards, making you face him.

"Y/N, if you feel comfortable with that, I want you to know that you can tell me anything. If one day you feel like you want to talk about what happened to you in there, know that I will always be there listening. I want to help you heal. I wanted to offer that to you earlier, but I backed away."

You looked him dead in the eye, wiped over your wet face and asked him a question he was visibly surprised by.

"Why? Why do you want that? Not that I am not thankful for that, but at first you were different towards me. Cold, distant, skeptical. Now you are so sweet and caring. I just don't understand that. ...Why?" You grabbed a tissue to clean your face while you watched him writhe on the inside. But you really wanted to know that- needed to know that. You really wanted to trust him, but that question became more and more present in your subconscious. After all he did, after all that happened to him, it seemed somehow counterintuitive. You expected him to be hardened after all that, and that it would take so much time and patience to get to his core. You watched his face carefully. He went from confusion to reluctance, brushing along temper but finally settled with surrender. He closed his eyes and sighed, searching for the right words to start with. He turned to directly face you.

"I knew you were different from the first moment I saw you. There was no... contempt, no prejudice in you. Just curiosity and maybe a bit of fear", he smiled as he said that, "Every human I met by now looked at me with this certain look. This look that mirrors how I view myself and it's like a confirmation of all the evil in me. But you... And as you moved in it appeared that you really wanted to help me. And you were so... compassionate. It didn't took me long to define why I like to be around you. You met my reservedness not with impatience but with forbearance. You let me know that you actually wanted to be there with me, not like you were forced or that you had to endure my company for some other advantage or reward. It felt like you counted me getting a bit more open as your reward. You really wanted me to feel comfortable with you and offered me so many options to get closer without becoming pushy. You gave me time to think and sort out my words when we spoke; something I never did, I always have been very quick with my tongue but that led me nowhere. It is new for me to think about how my words would affect others truly. And you took everything I said serious. All that gives you such a wonderful aura, an inner glow I feel very attracted to. I didn't mean to get so close to you in such a short time, that's not my way to act. But when I saw you there, being captured and obviously tortured, I knew I have to overcome my restraint and pride and be there for you, just like you deserved it. And I knew pretty well what you would need once we got you back here. I have been in familiar situations so often in my life and I know exactly what I would have needed back then but no one was really there for me; noone who would have been able to understand. And I pushed away the very few ones that tried to. I don't want you to feel like I did and thus endanger your beautiful soul to harden. I cannot allow this to happen. Well, and that is why I am willing to give you all the comfort and intimacy you need to cope with this dreadful situation you are in. I hope my honesty will help you to trust me. And, if you allow, let me emphasize my candour." By saying that he slowly took your hand in his, your palm up, and covered it with his other hand. You audibly gasped as his emotions rushed through you. Every word he said appeared to be true, you could feel everything, he wanted you to feel it. Being confronted with so much genuineness almost overstrained you. You could do nothing but stare in his blue-green eyes. It felt like an eternity but you could not manage to let go of his hands or to look away. You noticed yourself moving towards him without knowing why. You simply wanted to be closer to him. You felt so vulnerable right now and you wanted to feel safe again. His gaze was concentrated on your eye that wasn’t patched up and suddenly his emotions changed into thrill, almost electrifying you. Both of you were a complete mess but it felt so right.

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the-sha-official0hazanon · 5 years

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The Package (Writers Wednesday)

You don't get just one, but two oneshots that haven't been posted on my blog yet! How exciting! (Not really.)

You tossed your keys on the accent table by the front door of your apartment as you walked in, toeing off your shoes, too, before you went into the living room.

Your roommate was sitting on the sofa. He shifted awkwardly when he saw you.

“Hey, Harrison. What’s up?” you asked, brows knitting in confusion at the way he was looking at you.

He took a deep breath. “I was expecting something in the mail, didn’t check the label, and accidentally opened your package. I’m so sorry.”

From his reaction, you immediately knew what he was talking about. Fueled by liquid courage and curiosity, you’d ordered a Bluetooth app controllable vibrating butt plug.

“Don’t worry about it. Mistakes happen,” you told him, trying to keep your voice even and not seem as mortified as you were.

“I didn’t know you were seeing anyone long distance,” he commented, tone unreadable.

“I’m not seeing anyone right now. You know I would’ve told you if I was. I was tipsy and really wanted to know what it was like and thought the app thing sounded cool. Now that I’m sober, it kind of scares me as something to do by myself, and I’m not sure if I’ll even...” you trailed off.

“You don’t have to do it alone,” he blurted out.

“I’m not seeing anyone. I know there’s always Tinder, or picking someone up at the club or bar, but-” You paused as his words sank in more. “Wait, was that an offer?”

His adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed heavily. “Would you, uh, like it to be?”

You bit your lip, considering. Harrison was completely and totally gorgeous, and exactly your type on top of that, but he was also your roommate. “This isn’t the sort of thing that you can do and just take back. I’m not going to potentially end up homeless if we do this, and then things end up weird between us after?”

“Of course not!” he quickly and fiercely answered. “I would never in a million years kick you out, promise.”

The way he was looking at you, those unbelievable pale blue eyes of his already full of desire and a bit blown with lust, made your stomach flip. “Okay, yes.”

“Yes? I didn’t expect you to say yes.” He got up and fumbled a bit as he opened the unlabeled cardboard box, grabbing the toy out of it.

You softly laughed. “A bit eager, are we?”

“I’ve always been an arse man, and I might or might not have been admiring yours for, well, it’s been months now,” he admitted.

Your cheeks flushed at the compliment. “Thank you. C’mon, let’s do this before I overthink it and change my mind.”

He led you to his room, opening the package and looking at the contents, while you sat down on his bed and watched him.

After reading over the instructions, he grabbed his phone, turning on some music as he installed the app and set everything up.

“Shit, it has to be charged,” he complained, plugging the toy into his USB wall charger.

You couldn’t help but giggle at his impatience. “Oh no, we have to wait a little bit. Whatever will we do to pass the time,” you said dryly, starting to undress without making a show of it.

“Hey, what if I wanted to take your clothes off for the first time?” he asked.

“It wouldn’t be the first time. You already did that when I came home wasted and threw up all over myself on St. Patrick’s Day,” you pointed out.

He laughed as he pulled his shirt over his head and discarded it on the floor next to him. “What a sexy thing to bring up.”

You shrugged as you pushed your panties down your legs, letting them pool on the floor at your feet before you stepped out of them, sitting back down on the bed.

“You’re stunning, love,” he told you as his eyes roamed over your body.

“Thank you.” You let your eyes do the same, admiring his defined muscles, and eventually settling on his erection. It was more on the slender side, but longer than you’d expected. Not that you thought about your roommate’s dick all that often, at least not after that first month or so of living with him.

“So, you like what you see?” he asked.

“Fishing for compliments? You’re already well-aware that you’re hot as hell, and if you’re asking about your dick? Yes, I like it. I’m looking forward to getting well-acquainted with it.” You chuckled. “Anyway, how do you want this to go?”

He paused, contemplating. “I want to get you off a couple times first, get you nice and relaxed before I finger you open for the toy. It’s definitely not too big for a beginner, but I don’t want to put you off of anal play for the rest of your life with a bad first experience. What’s your favorite way to cum?”

“I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have your mouth on me,” you confessed.

“And I’ve always wondered if you taste as delicious as I imagine you do.” He dropped to his knees in front of you and pulled your legs over his shoulders, tugging you to the edge of the bed.

You moaned when he parted your folds with his tongue and licked a broad stripe from your entrance up to your clit.

He pulled back with a grin, licking his lips. “You’re even more delicious than I imagined.”

“Thanks,” you responded, smiling down at him before he dived back in.

If nothing else, Harrison was definitely good with his mouth. He worked your clit with his tongue and lips expertly, moving his hand up to press two fingers inside you at the same time, pumping them in and out in a rhythm matching the amazing things he was doing to you with his mouth. You were in heaven.

Your orgasm built within you quickly, barely giving you enough time to tell him, “I’m almost there!”

It was a testament to his skill that while you were trembling and pulsing in your pleasure that you hadn’t even noticed him push his pinky finger into your ass.

After you came down, you became aware. It wasn’t painful, or even unpleasant, really. Just another something you could feel your body pulsing around as your orgasm subsided.

“Still want to try the toy?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you confirmed.

“Alright, let me get some lube,” he said, getting up and going over to his nightstand.

It felt strange when he withdrew his finger, but not enough that you didn’t want to keep going.

He returned with a bottle of lube and a condom. “The condom is just in case you wanted to do anything else. No pressure. I’m entirely capable of taking care of myself after we’re done here, if need be.”

“Even if it’s not right now, I’m going to take you up on the anything else later, if that’s on the table,” you told him.

“I was hoping you’d say that. It’s definitely on the table,” he responded.

You watched him, rapt, as he coated his fingers liberally in the lubricant.

He slid his index finger between your cheeks and pressed it against your hole, rubbing the lubricant around a bit without actually penetrating you. “Ready?”

“Yeah,” you said, swallowing.

“It might feel weird or sting a little. Please let me know if you want me to stop,” he requested as he pushed his finger forward until it slipped inside past the first knuckle.

It did sting a bit and definitely felt weird, but you didn’t really want him to stop.

His free hand rubbed your side soothingly. “You’re so tense. Relax, angel. This won’t be good for you if you don’t.”

“I’m trying, but it’s hard. Maybe if I…” You reached down to rub your clit, still very sensitive from your recent orgasm.

“Do you want me to do that for you instead?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you agreed, dropping your hand to rest against his arm.

His thumb moved up to rub slick circles around your clit while he simultaneously worked his long finger into your hole in small increments.

It was easier when you had something familiar to focus on, and more arousing when you thought about how naughty, and dirty, and forbidden it was to have your roommate using his fingers to get you ready for a vibrating butt plug. And what if you didn’t stop there? What if you let him slip the plug out and replace it with his dick, let him fuck you in the ass for the first time?

Your thoughts launched you over the edge, leaving you a moaning mess. You definitely noticed this time when he pushed his middle finger in next to his index finger while you were still in the midst of your climax, but the sting was dulled by the pleasure. Even the sting itself wasn’t as bad as it had been initially, not bad enough that it overrode the thoughts that were going through your mind.

“Look at you, taking my fingers so well, pretty girl,” he praised you as you were coming down from your high, scissoring his fingers slightly. “How are you feeling?”

“I think I like it,” you admitted. “Even when it hurts, it’s kind of in a good way?”

He smiled. “That’s what I want to hear. You’re much more relaxed now. The toy is pretty slim, so you shouldn’t need a lot more prep for it.”

“I think I want the toy now,” you told him. “If it’s done charging.”

“Should be close enough to done.” He withdrew his fingers.

The strange sensation came back, almost an unpleasant emptiness.

“Yeah, it’s done,” he said, returning with the small black plug and his phone.

He grabbed the bottle of lubricant and thoroughly covered the plug with it, using too much in your opinion, but you trusted his judgment. Too much was probably better than not enough.

“Still sure you want to try this?” he asked.

“Definitely,” you confirmed.

He lined up the toy with your already stretched hole, carefully pushing inward.

The tip went in easily, although the toy and lubricant felt cold against your heated flesh, making you shiver a bit. There was more pressure and resistance as the plug neared its widest point, making you grimace a bit with the sting as he continued to press it forward until it finally popped in completely, flared base resting against your skin.

“Gonna turn it on now.” He grabbed his phone, and the plug buzzed to life.

You jumped, surprised at how strong it was even on what you assumed was a low setting. After you adjusted to the new sensation, you found that it was intensely pleasurable, but you still wanted something else.

“You look like you’re enjoying yourself,” he commented.

“Oh yeah. Would you fuck me, too?” you requested.

“Let me just do something real quick first,” he told you. Music started playing from his phone, and the plug vibrated in time to it. “This alright?”

“Yeah. Need you inside me now, Harrison. Please,” you begged.

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” He grabbed the condom, tearing open the wrapper and rolling it down his length.

You scooted up the bed to make more room for him.

He climbed on top of you and positioned himself, easily slipping inside you, and immediately groaning loudly. “Holy shit, the vibrations and how tight you are. It’ll be hard to last.”

The double penetration felt like nothing else you’d ever experienced. You’d never been so full, or felt so desperate to be fucked thoroughly. It was hard to speak. “I’m already over halfway there myself. Think you can last long enough to get me off one more time?”

His hand slipped between your bodies, and his fingers circled your clit quickly. He started to thrust into you to the beat of the music.

It was obvious how hard he was trying not to finish too soon.

Fortunately for both of you, when the song switched over to a dance track with a quick thudding bass line, it drove you over the edge.

The pleasure was indescribable, finally realizing what people meant when they talked about seeing fireworks during an orgasm. You could feel your body clenching and pulsing tightly around both Harrison and the relentlessly vibrating plug.

Now that you were over the edge, he came with a shout, fucking into you hard and fast as he rode out his climax. He winced as he started coming down because the plug was still vibrating through you, against his oversensitive cock.

You felt him reach down and gently pull out the still vibrating plug, tossing it somewhere off the bed. While the lack of unwanted stimulation was a relief, that bizarre sensation of emptiness came back.

“That’s always weird, by the way. Not something that just goes away if you do it more,” he told you. “How was it?”

“Better than I expected,” you answered, honestly.

“One time thing, or something you want to try again?” he continued.

“Instead of the plug, I really want to feel you fuck me next time. I thought about it a lot the whole time,” you admitted.

“Give me about, oh, maybe 15 minutes?” he estimated.

“I think we can make it less than 10,” you said, moving down to take his soft cock into your mouth.

“Christ,” he moaned as you licked and sucked on him. “Probably more like 5.”

#SHA💙#@hoforhaz #*swallows thickly*#erm...#writers wednesday #submission

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ratretro · 6 years

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You probably don't do requests, but i was wondering if you could do a Nalu fanfic involving Natsu listening to Lucy's heartbeat and/or performing CPR on her (somewhat inspired by manga chapter 538)?

Title: Let’s Read a Book

Pairing: NaLu

Request: Natsu listening to Lucy’s heartbeat

Rating: T (edited because it wasn’t even M I just forgot to change the rating)

None of these characters are owned by me, they are all owned by the wonderful Hiro Mashima!

A/N:

So, this was slightly inspired from when I went to the bookstore yesterday. Otherwise this would have sat in my WIPs for like a long time. I’m human garbage honestly sorry not sorry. I do take requests, but only when I’m not taking commissions. Luckily, I’ve decided to prolong opening commissions because I’m still hashing out a few extra details.

Lucy mumbled to herself as she struggled to turn the page of her favorite book. Natsu’s head was delicately pressed to her chest, and while it had caused her some mild strife at first they eventually found a position that worked for them both. Still, his sudden need to be right on her had thrown her off course. She’d been nose deep in her book as she’d come to the climax of the story. Her heart was pounding in her chest furiously with every page turn as Tom was rushing in to save the love of his life from danger. It’d reminded her of Natsu, and how he’d save her no matter what. Even if it meant his life – which she by no means wanted, and had he ever done it she’d bring him back to life just to murder him again. All of his actions tonight had her concerned, but she was trying not to mind it. She wasn’t going to question or pry.

“Lucy.” A statement with no follow up. She was currently resting the bind of the book on the top of his head so she figured it was bothering him. She lifted the book from his scalp.

“Yes?” he wasn’t even worried about the book. In fact, it had taken them nearly ten minutes to finally get comfortable, and if she wanted to rest a book on his head then so be it. Currently, he had his pressed into her chest with his right hand pulling her body to him, and his left draped across the bed. They were both laying on their sides with their legs in a tangled mess.

He was in heaven with her heart beating in his ear. It rumbled strong, and steady with every single beat and a small sigh escaped his lips. His intense fear finally subsided after 20 minutes of her nose deep in whatever book she was reading that week, and him listening intently to the sounds deep in her chest. He chuckled when she came to a part that he assumed was exciting since the steady thumbs had become frantic, and then they’d calmed down after 3 page turns. Finally, his nightmare rolled off his shoulders allowing him to relax. He’d been experiencing them frequently lately, and every time he couldn’t hear the thumping that normally lulled him to sleep he would panic. He’d awaken in the stark darkness of night with her missing from his side only to find that she’d gone to the bathroom.

The terrors of his dreams constantly flashed in his mind of Lucy unmoving, and sticky, wet blood covering her eyes. They weaved together in an unmistakable pattern. Though settings may be different, or even the manner in which the incident occurred it always ended the same: Lucy without the echo he heard right now. He couldn’t let that happen, but if he told Lucy he was sure she’d say something that would ease his troubled mind. That wasn’t in his cards right now. The only thing in his cards was ensuring the life of the girl next to him. The girl who was slowly reaching her breaking point.

Lucy was becoming anxious as he continued to say nothing. He just stayed pressed against her like his entire life revolved around this single moment. If he thought she hadn’t noticed his tossing and turning or the way he sometimes mumbled her name in his sleep he’d be wrong. Not even two nights ago had she been mindlessly staring in the mirror when a loud, anguished scream jolted her from her sleepy haze. She’d run into the room frantically to find him scanning the room wildly like something was missing and he was filled to the brim with desperation to find it. She was on the bed in seconds with a grip on his shoulders that could rival the dragon slayer’s own strength. His eyes set on her, and immediately he relaxed. He’d tugged her next to him in a swift motion, and with his head in her chest – much like now – he was fast asleep.

“Please don’t leave.” His tone of voice caught her completely off guard as the pinkette had once again surprised her. Leave? Why would she leave?

“Silly, I won’t leave you. Although, I think I reserve the right to at least one disappearance. But just be warned you started it.” today she was teasing. That was a variable topic. Somedays, she could tease and even laugh about it wholeheartedly. Somedays, it hurt her deep in her heart and she couldn’t stand to think of it let alone mention it. It didn’t seem like the time to be opening old wounds, and that was certainly a deep one so today was teasing. Still, her heart skipped a beat and Natsu’s grip on her tightened.

“I did. I won’t leave ya ever again. I promise.” His promise filled the tension in the room, but Lucy knew better. If he’d left once he’d leave again. Hopefully, the next time he did she would be able to keep herself together. The thought that she’d fallen apart after his departure was a deep regret. She’d have to live without Natsu someday, but thankfully today wasn’t that day.

“Right. We’re supposed to be together forever.” What hit Natsu like a freight train was how she said ‘supposed to’ as though it wasn’t a guarantee. He couldn’t really argue a point here since he was the one who left. He never once regretted his choice on that. What was the point of being strong if you couldn’t protect the ones you love?

“And we will be. Have I—” he never finished his sentence, because for an entire year he had let her down. Even if he hadn’t intended to. He’d left a note, and he thought she’d be safe in the hands of the guild. He didn’t realize gramps was going to dissolve Fairy Tail the very next day. He hadn’t expected everyone to separate. He hadn’t expected that she’d be left all alone.

None of it had occurred to him, because that was just never something that could happen to Fairy Tail. Except it had. His hands were rough, and scarred, from every battle he’d won, and even the battles he’d lost. That didn’t matter to him, or her, as his fingers threaded into her blonde tresses to push them from her face. His hands cupped her cheek as he nuzzled into her neck. Lucy quivered slightly, and it wasn’t hard for the pinkette to notice the reaction considering how their bodies were meshed together.

“We will be.” She mumbled back even though she didn’t believe the words she’d just spoken. The celestial spirit mage’s heartbeat was hammering in her chest, and Natsu found his body vibrating at the sound. He tugged her even closer and what skin of hers was bare rubbed against his own. He’d started stripping his clothes off the minute he walked into her apartment, and at this point he was clad in a tight pair of boxers that hugged his lower body.

Lucy wouldn’t lie and say she’d never looked, but it was hardly the time to be thinking that way about her best friend. Did best friends even do these types of things? Holding each other close, laying tangled together? She didn’t feel like they were supposed to, but for her and Natsu it just seemed right.

“If you stay naked all the time you’ll end up like Grey.” She teased him softly with a voice that sounded like there was something stuck in her throat.

“And here I thought you loved me.” He said in an exasperated tone, clearly following her lead to usher them into a topic that would be comfortable for the two of them.

“Alas, as an heiress to a previously well-known konzern it is impossible for a delicate lady such as myself to love a stripper.” she pressed her Fairy Tail mark to her forehead to follow the drama that had ensued.

“Right. Delicate.” A snicker left him before he could stop it, and then it was full blown laughter that rumbled like thunder in his chest.

“You’re incorrigible.” She huffed with a pout settling to her lips. Those red lips that contrasted with her pale as snow skin. Natsu had to tear his eyes from her face to look literally anywhere else.

“I don’t know the meaning of the word.” He was trying to be sultry, and his voice even dropped an octave as he gently raised to his hands and knees. Honestly though, he had no idea what the word meant. His right leg was positioned between her thighs, and his hands were on either sides of her hips as he hovered over her body. Natsu finally allowed himself to look at her face. Most especially her eyes. They had a light haze to them, but he’d recognize that honey brown anywhere. The honey brown he’d almost lost to Dimaria.

“N-Natsu?” she moved backwards ever so slightly until her back bumped into the wooden headboard she’d bought earlier that week.

“Yes?” his lips hovered just inches from hers while he lay in wait for the sound of her heartbeat. His ears were finally able to focus, and dear Mavis Lucy’s heart was pounding a million miles a minute.

“What are you doing?” the blonde mumbled with her voice low, and even though she was questioning him there was no doubt in his mind that she knew exactly what he was doing.

Lucy Heartfilia realized in that moment that he might be trying to kiss her. The second thing she realized was that she wasn’t opposed to it. In fact, she wanted it. Her heart threatened to rip from her chest as the distance between them clouded her mind. He was going to hover, and torture her for all eternity at this rate. Stubborn dragon with his equally patient teasing. The fact that he could be so still for so long was what got her every time.

So, she did what she thought was best. Her body moved barely an inch forward so their lips could meet for the first time. Natsu stiffened as the soft flesh met his chapped skin, and suddenly it occurred to him that his partner might actually have feelings for him. What kind of feelings? Only Mavis knew. Lucy, however, was torn between two choices. Since the dragon slayer hadn’t reciprocated the kiss she felt she had to correct the situation. One option: follow through with her decision and deal with the consequences. Two: end it and apologize. Both were appealing as one was fulfilling a moment she’d wanted, and then the second was allowing her a back track.

Natsu was still frozen while he waited for his brain to finally reboot. He hadn’t thought she’d be the one to initiate, but here they were. Him hovering above her while keeping his weight from crushing her. His strength was draining quickly from the way she was effecting him. He didn’t want to follow through in case she was just rolling with the moment, but he didn’t want it to end either. If he proceeded then it could be a change of their relationship, and he didn’t want to ruin what they had. Well, shit. He pressed his lips to hers gently earning a small whimper. Oh Mavis, he had to turn back now or he might actually drown in this girl’s body and scent.

She was reciprocating even as their teeth occasionally clicked together from their shared lack of experience. It was a tender kiss where his hands cupped her cheeks, and though his lips were cracked he still pressed to those soft pink lips that tasted like strawberry.

“Promise?” he brought the question back to her during a small break while she gasped for air.

“Promise.”

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