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captainfern · 8 months

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Heyyy, I'm literally in love with your work and how you write Graves, so it would be amazing if you'd do him again. Honestly any scenario would be AMAZIIING

Anonymous asked: hope im not to late for requests but the noisy graves thing kinda enlightend me. instead of overstimulating him imagine edging him in kind of a risky place (a closet or shared bed/bathroom idfk lmao) and when he gets to loud after being told not to several times you simply take care of the problem by grabbing him by the hair and pushing him between your legs and caging him in with your thighs or simply just sitting on his face while he desperately tries to fuck the air😎

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Dreams

Commander Phillip Graves x fem!reader

[“Dreams” by Fleetwood Mac]

[18+]

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• summary - your commander can't get enough of the new recruit. you're the new recruit lol. • rating - 18+ • wordcount - 2.5k • warnings - fem!reader, switch!reader and switch!graves, power imbalance? he's your superior so yeah i guess so, handjobs, oral [m!receiving], unprotected piv, praise, degradation kinda, semi-public sex?, oral [f!receiving- from the front and the backkkkkkk lmao], strong language

graves brainrot going wild rn sorry to any grave-antis in my followers

actually i'm not sorry this man is so boyfriend

apart from the fact that yk he's a traitor but i close my eyes and he's so boyfriend

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When your Commander called you into his office late one night, you expected you were going to be disciplined for something you did. You probably missed a target somehow, or you got distracted with a couple of the other shadows and missed a briefing. You couldn't really remember, but you do remember feeling anxiety brewing in the pit of your stomach as you walked towards his office.

But, he wasn't mad at you, or intending to discipline you in the slightest. It was the complete opposite, actually.

You had always had a feeling your Commander favoured you over his other Shadows– lingering looks, gentle touches, whispered affirmations. He tended to guide you a bit more than the other Shadows, and always made sure you were the first in the chopper or plane during evac.

You thought it was because you were new. Maybe. But clearly, it was a lot more than that.

Evident by the way Graves had a hand to the back of your head, pushing your mouth further down onto his cock, throaty moans falling past his lips, blue eyes settled on your face. He watched you take more of him, inching your lips closer to the base, the tight heat of your mouth drawing more moans from him.

He had imagined you like this since the moment you joined the Shadow Company– god, you looked so pretty on your knees, so pretty with your lips wrapped around the girth of his cock, so pretty gagging around him as his tip skimmed the back of your throat.

Graves guided you gently, just like he did on missions, applying a light pressure to the back of your head and moving you closer. He pet your hair with his other hand, muttering between moans about how good you looked and how pretty you were. It made your cunt flutter within your underwear, which were slick against you.

He was so close, cock twitching inside the warmth of your mouth. You could feel him, taste the pre-cum coating your tongue. You hummed around him, and his eyes rolled, hips bucking and forcing the head of his cock against the back of your throat again. You gagged, a string of saliva escaping the corner of your stretched mouth, and Graves moaned your name.

"So close, baby..." He whispered, high off the feeling. His eyes fluttered closed as his climax loomed, and just as he felt it begin to crest, you pulled away from him with a pop of your lips.

Graves let out a guttural groan, bucking his hips. The reddened tip of his cock smeared over your closed lips as you smiled up at him, before you were grabbing his cock and pumping him. You squeezed him around the base, twisted near the tip, and watched as bead after bead of pre-cum dribbled from his slit.

The build-up of his orgasm flared again, and pleasure coursed through his veins as he focussed on the feel of your hand against him. He looked down at you with hooded eyes, watching the movement of your hand, then watching the expression on your face.

"Didn't think you'd be this noisy, Commander." You mused, pumping him faster, wet clicks sounding throughout the office.

Graves responded with a moan, his lips falling apart as he watched you stroke his cock. You placed another chaste kiss to the tip while you worked him with your hand, and his hips chased the contact when you pulled away. He let out a growled fuck.

You tutted. "You have to be quieter than that, sir. You wouldn't want one of your Shadows walking in here, would you?"

Graves choked on a groan. You raised your eyebrows at him, intrigued.

"Oh, you would like that?" You teased, stopping the movement of your hand. Graves gasped out, his cock throbbing heavily in your hand. He could feel his orgasm trickling away again and it made him let out an annoyed whine. You laughed. "You want one of your Shadows to find you like this? Getting jerked off by the new recruit? Acting like a cheap slut desperate for some pussy, aren't you, Commander?

"Oh, fuck–" He moaned quietly. "Don't t-talk to me like tha-ah-at. I'm your Comman– oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, baby, oh my god–"

You slowly started stroking him again, and he was immediately babbling under his breath.

"You wanna come? You have to be quiet." You told him, before wrapping your lips around the tip of his cock while continuing to pump him. He whimpered quietly, holding onto your head, more for support than to guide you. He released muted hisses and deep groans trapped in his throat. You were making him feel so good.

He couldn't help getting louder.

His hisses and groans turned to moans and loud whines as he got closer and closer to orgasm, his head growing dizzy. He could smell your perfume and it was driving him insane.

"Come on, baby, come on–" He moaned loudly, and you couldn't help but sigh as you pulled your mouth and hand away from him and sat up. He let out a loud, desperate plea through a groan, chest heaving as you ran your hand up his abs.

"No, no, baby, m'so– fuck, m'so close–"

"I told you to be quiet, Graves," you said, situating yourself on the edge of his desk. Through glossy eyes, he looked over at you, and his face lit up when you dragged your underwear down your legs and spread them. "So if you're not going to be quiet, I guess I'll have to put your mouth to better use."

You paused, then smiled. "On your knees."

Graves dropped to his knees and shuffled towards you, wrapping his hands around the flesh of your thighs, squeezing and pinching lightly. You grabbed the back of his head, and pushed his face towards your dripping core. He responded with a grateful moan before his mouth was sealing over your clit, and his tongue was moving against it.

You bit your lip to stifle the moans threatening to escape. He worked his tongue against you, warm and rigid, gliding between your folds and circling around and over your clit. You felt him move in a particular pattern, and it took you little over a second to realise what he was doing. He was spelling his name against your clit.

You gripped at his hair, and he groaned into your cunt, muffled.

Between the spelling of Phillip and Graves, he slipped his tongue into your wet hole, licking up the arousal that had pooled while you had sucked him off. He moaned happily, eyes closing as your thighs clamped around him. His cock, hard and leaking painfully against his abdomen, twitched as he swallowed the taste of you. He rutted into the air in time with the thrusts of his tongue. Then, he was dragging the flat of his tongue back up your folds, before spelling Graves across your swollen clit.

Cocky son of a bitch, you thought as your orgasm trembled within you, making your legs clamp heavier around his him. Not that your Commander minded, anyway, considering he moaned desperately each time your leg muscles flexed around his head.

"M'gonna come," you whispered, keeping him trapped between your legs. "Open your mouth and take it all, Commander, go on–"

He did as he was told with a content hum, trailing his tongue back down your folds before circling your dripping hole. Graves licked inside slowly as you came around his tongue, your back arching and eyes rolling. Your orgasm hit you like a train as he fucked you through it, tongue lapping up as much he could, the rest dribbling down his chin. You released your thighs from around him, but he didn't move.

Graves continued to lick into your sopping cunt, moaning quietly to himself as he did so. You let out a breathy moan, your grip tightening in his blond locks. The feeling made him groan, and he finally detached from you with a furrow in his brows, his entire lower face slick with his saliva and your arousal.

"Still desperate for it, are you?" You smiled down at him, before he was getting to his feet and closing the distance.

He slammed his mouth to yours, invading yours with his tongue. You tasted yourself as he licked into your mouth, teeth clashing as he pulled you closer to him with his hands to the small of your back. He ground you down onto his throbbing cock, your slick cunt sliding against him, making him groan into your mouth. The head of his cock, glistening with pre-cum and saliva, dragged between your folds, spreading your arousal against you. You mewled out as, with one last swipe of his tongue against yours, he pulled away.

"S'enough of that," he grumbled, his eyes flickering away from a submissive kind of desperate to a, well, Commander kind of desperate. "Turn around."

You did as you were told with a smile, locking eyes with him the entire time you hopped off the desk and proceeded to bend over it, peering at him over you shoulder. He grunted, slotting his hips to your arse, rubbing his cock lightly against your entrance. He grabbed a handful of your arse with his free hand and kneaded the flesh. He let go, and brought his hand back down with a solid smack.

It was loud, and made your body flare hot.

You went to moan, but you were cut off as Graves thrusted into you in one heavy movement, pulling the air from your chest and making you choke on your pleasured gasp. You could only breath out shakily as he withdrew his cock and then pushed into you again. He grabbed your hips, fucking you back onto him, the sound of skin on skin echoing through his office.

"You had your fun, didn't you, baby?" He asked, bringing one hand down to knead the flesh of your arse. You braced for another smack, but it didn't come. Yet.

You nodded, whimpering. "Yeah–"

Graves brought his hand down onto your arse cheek hard again, and this time, you released a moan of his name. He chuckled behind you, soothing your stinging flesh with his fingers.

"Yeah, you had fun teasing me?" He mused, slamming his fat cock into you, pushing you further and further against the desk. You moaned in response, and he chuckled darkly again. "I could tell, baby. This pussy was fucking soaked for me. Absolutely fucking soaked."

Both of Graves' hands found your hips again and fucked you back onto him. He curled some of his body over you, and you could feel his solid warmth over your back. You soon felt his lips at the curve of your neck, tongue swiping over your bra strap.

"God, such a tight pussy, sucking me in so good, baby," he whispered in your ear, hips rocking against your arse, cock heavy inside you. "Been thinking of this since you arrived, you know that? Been wanting to feel you n' taste you since you first reported to me."

You moaned, cheek pressed against the cold desk, arms scrambling to keep you grounded against the sleek wood.

"Good girl, you like that? You like your Commander thinking about this pretty, wet cunt?" Graves teased, and you moaned again. He placed kisses along your shoulder, and then up your neck, before skimming his lips along the shell of your ear. "Tha's right, baby. I came all over my sheets thinking about this pussy. Made such a mess thinkin' about you."

His accent was growing stronger. You were panting against the desk, whispers of his name and rank falling past your lips as he rutted into you. The tip of his cock hit that spot inside you every time, and you wondered why you didn't let him fuck you sooner.

He groaned in your ear, the sound made you throb around him.

"M'so close, baby. Want you to come 'round me. You can do that, can't you?"

You nodded against the desk because you were so close too– your orgasm building tight in your abdomen, your legs trembling, knees knocking against the front of the desk. You let out a string of whines and whimpers, your clit throbbing.

"Come for me," Graves whispered as his thrusts gradually became more desperate. "Come for me like a good girl. Want to feel this pretty cunt squeeze 'round me, baby."

With one last heavy thrust of his cock to that spongey spot inside you, you came around him.

"Commander." You mewled as you clenched, milking his cock as your orgasm rattled through you. Your cunt leaked around him, arousal squelching loudly, wetness running down the insides of your thighs where he spread you open.

Graves moaned, rutting into you, chasing his high. You were so wet around him, so warm and tight. He screwed his eyes shut, leaning back so he could drive deeper into you, clutching at your hips and squeezing the soft flesh. He let out a moan of your name, followed by deep grunts amongst his laboured breaths.

He groaned again. "You gonna let me come inside, baby? You gonna let me fill this pretty pussy?"

You couldn't respond, brain turning to mush. You whimpered at him, hoping he could see you trying to nod.

"Yeah, tha's it, take it, fucking take what I give you," he whispered. "Take my cock... tha's it, baby, good girl."

He came inside you, filling you with a moan of your name. He thrusted further, stuffing you full, making you whine out at him to slow down. He did, lazily rutting his cock in and out, some of his seed dropping down your thighs, making you shiver. He pulled out, then pushed you further up the desk until your feet were barely touching the ground.

He crouched behind you, and you mewled as you felt him spread your folds with his middle finger and forefinger, revealing your fluttering hole, leaking with the heady mixture of both your cum. You heard him groan, before you felt his tongue swipe against you, pushing into your cunt and curling.

You caught a loud moan in your throat. "Graves, what–"

He licked his spend from you, also pushing more in with each thrust of his tongue. His face against the curve of your arse, he grumbled against your soft skin, and your body was quick to grow hot again. He spent a good minute or so behind you, groping your arse cheeks, rubbing your thighs, before standing back up with a satisfied smirk on his face.

He gently turned you around and wrapped his arms around you, sinking the both of you to the floor in front of his desk.

Graves placed a kiss to your temple. "Y'alright, doll?"

You hummed tiredly. "Mhm."

He chuckled quietly, placing another kiss to the top of your head. "You want to sleep?"

"Mhm."

"Come on, I'll take you back to my room."

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here’s a gif of warren just cause he’s so fine

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that is all

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saturn-nite · 6 months

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"she goes boom!"

- drabble . gojo satoru x afab!reader .

summary: maybe you deserved it, maybe you didn't, but satoru can't resist breaking you down to make you beg

cw: dom!satoru, sub!reader, edging (a lot), a very teasing satoru, brat taming if you squint, dumbification for a bit, satoru being unfair, mentions of cunnilingus + fingering, a sprinkle of degradation (calls reader slut), praise (calls reader a good girl), one (1) daddy used, nicknames (honey, darling, my girl), clit spanking briefly, begging, punishment play ish , slight dacryphilia

a/n: first time writing smut and first time posting on tumblr :")) hope yall like xx [this is a repost]

"You still with me, baby?"

The words, low and teasing, are mumbled into your inner thigh in between playful nips, but the concern is still quietly audible. Shakily, you prop yourself up on your elbows, looking blearily where Satoru has lifted his head up from your core.

It's unfair how beautiful he looks- alabaster strands artfully ruffled from when your hands had clung onto them, blue eyes bright and cheeky, glossy pink lips made even glossier with your arousal.

A sharp tap on your thigh reminds you to focus and you force yourself to rein in your thoughts to focus.

"I asked you a question, honey," Satoru murmurs, tilting his head mockingly. "Don't tell me you're already fucked dumb? I haven't even done anything yet."

Your first instinct is to scoff- liar. He has been doing something- someone, rather- and has been for the past hour in fact. Teasing you with his fingers, tongue, playfully slapping your throbbing clit as his fingers massage your outer folds, their tips skimming your entrance but never pushing deeper to soothe the burning ache in your core to let you cum, playfully dangling you at the edge of release every time before pulling back.

"I- Satoru-"

"Focus," he singsongs, his smirk widening into a grin, slapping your clit in quick succession, causing you to squeak slightly. "You never answered my question, darlin'."

"Mm-" you struggle to rein back your thoughts, still panting and sniffing slightly, remembering his check-in. "I- y-yeah, 'm good."

Satoru hums, gently kissing your inner thigh, a quiet agreement to continue this.

"Good girl," he murmurs, letting his soft side show for just half a second before his smirk's back on his face, eyes half-lidded with mischief, low tones transforming into a growl. "Or well... not. This is a punishment, no? 'S what you get for being a bitchy little brat."

You cry out when he spanks your pussy hard to punctuate his point, a half sob lurching out your throat as you try to close your legs and hide your poor cunt from him, but his hands firmly lock your thighs in place, spread out and wide open just for him.

"S-said I was sorry," you whine.

Satoru chuckles lowly and you can't but clench involuntarily at the sound. "Aw, but brats like you never do mean their apologies, do they? But that's okay," he continues casually, conversationally, hands gliding up and down your thighs, tone turning faintly mocking. "Daddy's just gotta fuck the brat outta ya, hmm?"

You whine. "'toru-"

"Shh..." he cuts in smoothly, clambering on top of you, caging you in, gently raising your hands up to pin them on either side of your head. "Just stay pretty for me, hm?"

His lips meet your own, wet with your arousal and you can't help but moan into the kiss, eager for more as your hips needlessly bounce up to rub against one of Satoru's thighs that had sneakily pressed up against your core. The slight friction makes you dizzy and you whimper, mindlessly rubbing up and down his thigh as the kiss deepens.

"God, you're such a slut, huh?" he chuckles, breaking the kiss. "Can't last two minutes without me touching you down there, can you?"

"Satoru, please-"

"Please what, honey?" he chuckles, mouth moving down to nibble on that sensitive spot on your neck and you keen. To him, you're so cute like this, your walls breaking down from some simple pleasure, tongue-tied from trying to answer a couple of questions. "You gotta be specific."

"'Toru," you gasp. "Just- please."

Satoru clicks his tongue, shaking his head, mock pouting. "Darling, I know you can to better than that... use your words, huh?"

"Satoru-"

He frowns and sits up, releasing your hands. "Hmm? Well, I guess you don't want it that much then-"

"Toru, please-" you grab his wrist, blinking away tears of desperation, trembling. "Please just fuck me, please, need you inside me, wanna feel you-"

"Aww, you're so cute when you're honest," he purrs, leaning in close, right beside your ear.

You screw your eyes up at the feeling of his warm breath fanning over the shell of your ear. Even with your eyes firmly shut, you don't need to imagine to cocky, fox-like smirk on his face, canines ready to devour you.

"But I think my girl can last a bit longer than that, right~?"

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amyispxnk · 5 months

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My Sunshine

Summary - Things are getting bad again and you know Joel would be there to help you in the blink of an eye, but you can't help but feel guilty for even feeling this way - so burdening him with your emotions is out of the question. You try to hide how you feel from him, but you know you can't. He knows you too well.

A/N: SO. i am positively struggling at the moment. with life and just everything. and my lonely ass is in need of some comfort, especially when i feel like.. yk, shit. and feeling like doing shit to myself which is not very good 😊. but i could not find a single comforting fic about self harm, and i get that it’s a very sensitive subject - but my god i need this comfort so please let me indulge for a moment.

And going back to how self harm is a very sensitive subject - please heed the warnings and tread carefully. this entire thing is about self harm and comfort when struggling with it, so please be cautious.

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader (could possibly be read as gn but I've used things like sweet girl and his girl so)

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: self harm (not explicitly described or anything, but reader struggles with it), fluff, comfort, established relationship, angst, one mention of drugs (i used it as a.. simile, or whatever, nobody’s taking or has taken any drugs!), crying, kisses, pet names, bad thoughts, questioning the purpose of life, brief perspective change, INCREDIBLY BRIEF MENTION OF SMUT (one word.)

DO NOT COPY THIS FIC IN ANY WAY PLS AND TY.

Joel opens the door with a sigh, toeing off his boots and calling out your name as he walks into the living room, wanting nothing more than to wrap his arms around you, breathe in your comforting scent and bask in your equally comforting embrace after a hard day of work. Normally you’d be in the living room, watching TV, maybe reading a book, or in the kitchen, cooking dinner, baking something new you’d found on the internet. But you weren’t today. It’s eerily quiet and he calls out your name again, breaking the silence with his loud voice as he walks up the stairs.

“Dariln’?” He asks as he pushes open the door to your bedroom; you’re not there either. He’s ready to start panicking since he’s checked just about every room of the house when he hears your voice coming from the bathroom.

“Just a minute!” You say, and he exhales with relief when you walk out of the room and up to him, giving him a small smile. It’s one of those smiles which doesn’t make your face look brighter or your eyes crinkle at the corners, no, it’s one of those smiles which you offer to him quickly to reassure him that everything’s okay, please don’t worry about me when you’re probably so stressed already.

“How was work?” You ask as your arms come around his neck and you hug him, breathing him in, holding him a little tighter than usual.

“Was a little tiring today, our supplier messed up the size of the headers and- Sorry, probably don’t mean nothin’ to ya.” He trailed off with a sheepish smile as his right hand came to the back of your neck, tilting your head back a bit so he could kiss you.

You melted into the kiss, eyes fluttering closed as you lost yourself in it. No matter how many times you kissed him, you’d never get enough of the feeling that came with it. Joel's kiss was like a drug, and you were addicted.

His hands skim up your sides but you pull back abruptly, wrinkling your nose. “You smell, Joel. Go shower.” You chuckle weakly and hit him playfully on the chest.

“Mm, I thought you like ‘em a little dirty?” He teased, making you scoff and shake your head as a smirk crept onto your lips.

“Not today. Get.” You told him sternly, still smiling nonetheless as he walked past you to go shower. The smile slipping from your face with ease as the door slides shut behind you.

A few hours later, showers have been taken, dinner made and eaten, and the both of you are now sat on the couch. Joel decided it was a good idea to watch a movie, putting on his favourite - Curtis and Viper 2 - much to your dismay. You swore that you’ve seen this damn movie so many times you’d be able to quote the entire thing word for word, but he still put it on, insisting that it was a classic and it wasn’t like you had any better ideas anyway.

You'd both come to learn that during movie nights, you'd always end up either falling asleep on his shoulder or you were both fucking before even the halfway mark.

Tonight you were curled into Joel's side, silently watching the movie with him. Well, not really watching the movie, just kind of watching the screen. Staring at the pixels and letting the sounds of the film and the world around you in through one ear, out the other.

You were lost in your thoughts, that was happening more often nowadays, mindlessly picking at your nails as you pondered on questions that were far too heavy to ponder this late at night. What's the point of life if we're all going to die one day? Why am I always so hopeless? Why can I never find the purpose in anything? Why am I getting worse at hiding these bad feelings? What if I get too miserable one day and Joel stops loving me? What if I'm just a burden to him?

The final two questions hit you hard, making you do a sharp inhale as you suddenly sit up, startling Joel in the process.

He turns to face you wearily, eyebrows furrowed. “Baby? What's wrong?” He asks quietly, arm coming around you and pulling you back into his side as he kisses your hair.

“‘s nothing. Sorry. Just tired- I think I'm gonna go to sleep.” You mumble, gently extracting yourself from his hold.

He frowns deeper. “Y’ don't wanna stay with me and finish the movie? Even though I know you weren't watching.” He attempts to tease lightly, wanting to lift the mood.

“No, um- you stay and watch it, that's okay. I'm gonna go to sleep now. Goodnight.” You say hurriedly, forgetting to even give him a goodnight kiss before you're up the stairs and in the bedroom, closing the door a little too quickly and praying the slam of it didn't further his concern.

Your back is pressed against the door as you grip the handle tight, eyes squeezing shut as you try to slow your breathing. It's not working, and you just want it to stop. You don't want to be upset, you don't want to feel like you're drowning in your own emotions again, you don't want Joel to find you crying upstairs in your room.

And the only thing you can think of doing is harming yourself. It's been on your mind a lot recently, as your sadness starts to get a little bit too much and you can't find any way to extinguish it. It feels like it's consuming you and you can only think about the last time things got like this. About how you dealt with it.

It would be so easy. You knew how to do it. But you couldn't bring yourself to. You'd be failing him, you saw how upset he was when he found out what you were doing last time and you didn't want to make him feel bad ever again.

You just didn't want to be a burden.

The door slams upstairs and Joel’s frown deepens. His hand goes for the remote, turning off the TV. He's seen this movie enough times, he thinks.

He slowly goes up the stairs and makes his way to your bedroom, wanting to make sure everything's okay.

You were definitely a little off tonight, zoning out and not being as talkative as you normally were, giving him a reason to already be a little concerned. Then you practically ran upstairs a minute ago, seeming panicked and making him worry even more.

He's at the door now, gently coaxing it open, and he's met with darkness. Darkness and silence.

He whispers your name, closing the door behind him as he flicks the light switch on, jumping slightly when he sees that you're right there, sat on the edge of the bed.

You turn to face him and he immediately notices how your face is wet with tears, eyes swollen and red, hair slightly dishevelled.

His heart effectively breaks at the sight of you.

“Baby- what's wrong?” He asks, concerned as ever, as he rushes over to you.

You rub at your eyes furiously, blinking back any further tears as you swallow.

“Nothing- nothing's wrong, Joel-” Your voice wavers as you speak and there's clearly something wrong - why you try so hard to hide it from him is beyond him.

He gently pulls your hands away from your face and holds them together in your lap.

“There's somethin’ wrong, sweetheart. I can see it.” He says softly, his thumb brushing away another tear that’s slowly trailing down your cheek.

You're completely silent, lip quivering.

You don't want to be a burden. If you tell him, he'll get upset and then he'll try to help you, even though you feel like nobody can. You'll just end up being a burden.

You shake your head, squeezing his hand as you do.

“Baby please. Talk to me.” He pleads with you, cupping your cheek and looking at you with so much care and worry that it makes you want to sob all over again.

“I just feel like shit.” You mumble so quietly he almost missed it. “I-” you start, but you just sigh frustratedly, digging your nails into your palms. “I feel.. really bad, again. It almost feels worse this time and it just makes me want to hurt myself. To make it all stop.” You say through clenched teeth, upset and afraid and so, so angry with yourself for admitting how you feel. You do it so much easier now but only because you and Joel had worked so hard to get rid of these defensive walls you'd built around yourself, walls that forced you to conceal your feelings and bottle your emotions.

“Oh, sweet girl.” He frowns, sitting on the bed and turning you to face him a little more. You don't want to look at him. You don't want to see him getting upset and worrying about you. You can't bear it.

So you keep your eyes clamped shut and continue talking. “My thoughts were just getting so.. so loud. And I don't know how to make it stop, and I almost- I just thought it would help.” You're shaking, he can feel it. Little shivers across your entire body, making your breath tremble as you exhale and inhale shakily. “I'm so sorry, Joel. I'm sorry.” You start to sob and he feels like doing the same, because he hates seeing you like this. If he could take all the pain away, force it onto himself so you didn't have to bear it, he would.

He pulls you closer to him, into his lap as he cradles you and rocks you slightly, pressing soft kisses to your forehead and resting his head there.

“Baby, please stop apologisin’. You aren't doin’ anything wrong and.. I know it's hard. It's hard to stop yourself from relapsin’, but you've done so well. ‘m so damn proud of ya, because you've gone so long without hurtin’ yourself. And it's doin’ good for ya; you might not realise it but I do. You’re so much happier now without it, ya like a fuckin’ ball of sunshine.” He teases, making you let out a watery chuckle. He pauses for a moment to brush away your tears, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. “I love you. So so much. And I don't want to see you in pain like that ever again. I don't want my sunshine to go away, and I don't think you want her to either.”

You nod slowly, rubbing at your face as the final tears slip past your eyelids, looking up at Joel again.

He held you and you both talked for what must have been hours after that. You discussed what was really bothering you, how you could try make it better. Distractions helped, you decided. Joel proved to be a good distraction, as you ended the night listening to him talk about just about anything from the new diner that opened up in town to that one story from his childhood which made you snort with laughter every time (one which consisted of little Joel falling ‘head over heels in love’ with a girl when he was in elementary school, deciding to profess his love to her by writing a sappy poem for her and reading it to her in front of quite a large group of people.. only to be turned down. Naturally, he would've been, considering she was a fucking 16 year-old!)

He knew that that story would be the one to make you crack a smile, even if it was a small one, he just wanted to make his girl happy again.

You did a little more than smile, giggling so much you went red because that story never really gets old.

“There she is.” He murmured affectionately, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear and kissing the tip of your nose, then your cheek, then your lips.

It was a brief, yet loving, one, as he pulled back from the kiss and stroked your hair as your eyes fluttered shut.

Joel pulled you closer to him, your head now resting on his chest as your eyes fluttered closed from his soothing touch.

“G’night, babygirl.” He murmured, unsurprised when you didn't answer since you had already fallen asleep.

He stares up at the ceiling and he feels happy despite everything that happened tonight, because he feels good knowing that he can give you that solace and comfort that you just need so desperately sometimes, just like he gave you in the hours that passed. He'd do it a million times and more if it was for you.

Thank you sm for reading, I hope you.. enjoyed? Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated and requests are open. 💞

Note: My heart really goes out to you if you struggle with self harm. It's not easy to deal with and even harder to stop doing it once you've started, but you're not alone. Even if you feel like you have no one to talk to, there are countless places and websites you can look at which offer things like helplines and anonymous chats if you're struggling, and also give healthy solutions and alternatives etc. to self harm. You're so loved. Things might seem impossible but never give up. It will get better one day.

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NTMF College AU Chapter 21

It does not seem that tumblr has a way to block spoilers like Discord etc so I'll just put any content warning under a strikethrough, if that works, since they might be a bit spoilery, so if you don't need them just skim past that! Let's hope the formatting doesn't switch paragraphs again (haven't had a chance to look into it just yet). I also wrote this on my phone rather than my usual laptop, and didn't have my usual 'read over five times to edit for word choice' session, so please pardon any repetitive words or mistakes! In which reality hits, also CW for gun violence, blood/injury, death musings/anxiety

"It's much warmer than yesterday…" Noel's brow furrowed as she stepped onto the porch, taking another small bite of the toast Caron had insisted she eat, although she didn't feel like she had much of an appetite. "This weather is truly bizarre. I don't believe I have ever seen fog quite this thick, either."

She swallowed the last of the toast as she held out her ungloved hand, feeling the air. "What's truly strange… it's windy. How is there such a heavy fog when the wind should be blowing it away?"

"Stay on alert," Caron said softly, putting a hand on her shoulder as he stepped behind her, looking out into the mists. She wondered if his sharp eyes were seeing more than she could; if they were, they didn't seem to be perceiving immediate danger. She closed her eyes, listening, but all she could hear was wind, then his voice again. "Which way is the trail?"

"This way." She led him off the stairs to the back path leading to it.

The further they walked, the more the slight sense of unease grew in her. She heard creaking branches, sometimes a snap or thud as one fell, but there were no voices nor the sound of traffic as they walked through the trees behind the neighborhood. She couldn't tell if it was because the fog was muffling the ordinary, expected noises or if, as her imagination was telling her, everything else around them had simply ceased to exist.

Caron still had his hand resting on her shoulder. It felt comforting, but… She glanced up at him. "Um, Caron?"

"Yes?" He didn't look at her, his eyes still seeming to be fighting to pierce the fog deeper.

"Isn't that a bit awkward? I could, um, t-take hold of your arm, or maybe your h-hand…" Why am I stammering? We have been in bed together, h-holding hands isn't --isn't too--

He slid his hand over to her other shoulder so he was just a bit closer, more protective. She felt a pang of disappointment when he didn't move it to her hand, but as he continued to not look at her, she realized it wasn't a reflection of his own desires--his stance was alert, he wanted to be able to move quickly if necessary.

Is he taking this too seriously… or am I not taking it seriously enough? I really can't see Jillian even trying to hurt him while I'm in the way, or Fugo attacking after he said he wouldn't…

"Here we are," she said as they reached the trailhead. It was flat and covered in wood chips, unlike the hard dirt path they'd been on. She looked around, listening again carefully. "I can't hear anyone else about, but the fog is making it difficult to be certain…"

"How long is it to walk the trail to the Hall?" Caron's voice was still very low. Noel was careful to match hers.

"Um, perhaps twenty minutes… but that is on a clear day."

"Today is anything but…"

"Yes… still, it's all rather flat and finished like this, without many turns, so it should be comparable, I think."

They proceeded into the woods slowly, without speaking again.

This familiar trail seems anything but in this creepy fog… but despite how uneasy I feel, I'm not truly afraid.

She looked up at Caron with a smile.

It's so weird to think, they planned for him to kill me, and instead we're--

"NOEL!"

She didn't understand what had just happened.

There was a loud noise --so loud her ears were ringing, she felt as if she were flying through the air, and then she was on the ground, Caron on top of her, and her forehead stung badly. She blinked, looking up at him. "What jus--"

He clamped his hand over her mouth, a little roughly, lifting his head to look around, then shooting out a chain. There was another loud noise, and they were suddenly being dragged across the forest floor, dead leaves and twigs catching her hair and tearing at her clothing before Caron was able to get his arms around her more protectively. She heard him groan, then they came to a stop.

She still didn't have time to process as he sat up, seeming to concentrate for a long moment, and then she heard the strangest thing--the noises they had just made crashing through the forest were repeating, but from somewhere far away. The loud noise came again, and again, but it seemed to be following the unreal echo.

She sat up, then flinched as something poured into her eyes. The stinging from her forehead was now pain, no longer an inconvenience but something she couldn't possibly ignore. She wiped the liquid away and looked down at her hand.

It was covered in red.

I'm… bleeding…?

She clapped a hand to her forehead firmly, hoping to block the flow and wiped at her eyes with her other hand to look up at Caron. He was leaning against a tree next to her, and one of his large black hands was tightly clasping his other arm.

It took a moment for her to realize it, too, was wet.

"Caron--!" She crawled closer to him, cursing the awkwardness of the prosthetic legs. "Are you --"

As soon as she was in reach he grabbed her, pulling her against him and pressing his hand over her mouth. He whispered in her ear, "Be as silent as you are able to. We are being hunted."

"Eh?" Her gasp was nearly silent.

She felt his hand move to her forehead. He made a small hiss as he examined her wound, then she felt something very hot from his hand. She tried to flinch away, but despite its injury, his other arm held her firmly. Just as she felt sure she would not be able to hold back a cry of pain any longer, he moved his hand. Hers went to where his had been. The deep cut was no longer bleeding, now smaller as well and scabbed over.

She stared at him in wonder for a moment, before moving as close to him as she could.

"You healed me?" she whispered into his neck, hoping he could hear her. She wasn't sure where exactly his ears were.

"Mostly." His voice was so low she wasn't certain he had spoken out loud. "You can pay me later, when I finish the job."

She wasn't sure if he was joking or not. She leaned back to see his crimson eyes scanning the foggy forest. She closed her own eyes, listening.

She could hear a voice, very distantly. She focused harder, bits of a conversation were coming through.

"Yeah, I got the little … a headshot… …n't mean to kill her, I don't wanna piss off Bur… probably not dead yet… not sure where devil… I'll find… gone far…"

Her blood ran cold. The casual voice belonged to a complete stranger, she was certain of that… and also absolutely certain that he, someone she had never even met, was shooting at them.

"I hear a man talking on a phone. Just one, but he is hunting us," she whispered again. She felt him nod, pulling her closer again and flinching, as if he'd forgotten his arm was injured.

She pulled back slightly, looking at his arm pointedly. He seemed to make a face at her, as if he thought it a waste, but concentrated for a moment and the wet spot on his sleeve stopped getting larger. Relieved, she leaned back into him.

"What do we do?" she murmured against his neck again, having the strange thought that she wanted to be pressing her lips against it for a very different reason. It was a completely inappropriate thing to be running through her mind, but she realized that once again, she was trying to think about anything other than the situation she was in, trying to get back to the earlier cheerful dissociation from the idea she could actually die, and the joy of falling for someone for the first time.

She couldn't. Reality was here.

"We retreat, carefully, quietly. Find a new hiding spot." He looked down at her abruptly, still speaking so quietly even she could barely hear him. "Wait, is your mobile phone--"

Noel dug it out of her pockets with shaking hands and turned it to silent, vibrations off as well--just as it began to ring. She stared up at Caron, showing him the screen.

The caller was Jillian.

Her stomach churned.

Jillian… would never try to harm me… but calling me now can't be a coincidence, which means she might not have her phone right now… is she in danger, like Caron theorized might happen? Is Fugo? What do I do?

She felt her forehead again. She could feel the cut on it that Caron had sealed.

Was this… from a bullet?

If that had been a centimeter closer… I would be dead, and I wouldn't even have had time to understand that I was dying. Everything would just be… over.

A deep chill was settling into her, one she didn't think being held so tightly would dispell.

Someone is really trying to kill me--no, kill us.

I… I knew, logically, that's what was going on. I knew Caron was expected to kill me, but he not only did not harm me, but became my ally, and I think that made me unable to comprehend that I really am in danger.

Even hearing Spica talk about it to herself, I must have thought, deep down, that it was just her being strange and eccentric as usual. The concept of my annoying roommate truly wanting me dead just didn't make sense, so I convinced myself it wasn't a real danger, even as I made plans and talked about it as if it were so!

Even fighting Fugo, it just seemed so unbelievably fantastical; I was so afraid, but it still didn't feel real. Almost like I was dreaming, like how on earth could my dear friend be a demon with such powers without my notice? And I knew he would never hurt me intentionally, and I believed Caron was stronger… like he was my knight, here to protect me… that of course he'd win…

But all of that was just delusions!

She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, her hands clinging to his jacket tightly, listening for the sounds of the person trying to kill them.

How naive could I possibly be?

I thought… we'd solve a mystery, bring justice to those who have died for it, and wrap it up all neatly, like characters in a novel… how childish!

Instead, Caron was hurt, all because of me… Jillian and Fugo might be in trouble, all because of me… all because I was too proud and headstrong to just let accept a loss! And I might really die from it!

I hate this! Right now, I… hate myself…

"Do you hear anything?" His voice broke her thoughts. She hurriedly wiped the water forming in her eyes as she shook her head.

"No… whatever you did, he seems to be following that deeper into the woods."

"Then let's quickly head in the opposite direction."

Caron gave her a warning squeeze before moving her aside gently then standing up, offering both hands again to pull her up. The courteous action made her want to cry. Why couldn't we have met... some other way?

"Which way?" she asked, pushing the thoughts aside again.

He thought for a moment. "The fog… seems to be lifting."

She hadn't noticed, but he was right--she could see a bit more of the trees around them. It seemed to be getting darker, and a soft rumble explained the phenomenon.

A thunderstorm forming, now? What is going on…

"We can't risk being seen in the neighborhood… let's head to the Performance Hall. If he reported hitting us in the woods heading deeper in, it's unlikely a second ambush would be waiting outside of them."

She nodded, biting her lip nervously. "There are some storage sheds on the outside of the lots near the tree line--those might prove to be a good hiding spot."

He nodded, and they carefully began to walk again.

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The Journey of Living at Downton

Chapter 42: Mid to Late October 1924

Masterlist

"I've finally got a reply from my cousin!" Tom cries as he bursts into their room where Emma is getting ready for dinner.

She puts on a pair of gloves as she turns to him. "The Boston one?"

"Yes." He hands her the letter, and she quickly skims it, skipping past the niceties.

"He wants you to join him in Boston to help him expand into farm machinery?" Emma looks up at him, wide-eyed.

Tom nods eagerly but she can see a level of uncertainty. "Yeah, he seems to think my 'posh English' job means I know all about it."

"Well, don't you?"

"Maybe."

"And you'll be furthering a career." Emma points out. "Being a partner is one step closer to having your own company."

"So, should we? What about your work?" Tom questions.

Emma smiles at him softly. She puts the letter down and walks over, holding his hand. "Boston has hospitals. Plus, it'll be working in a city one rather than a village one."

"It's decided then?"

"Yes, but first, I think I need to find out where Massachusetts is on the map first." Emma quips.

Tom chuckles.

——

Everything seems to be happening now. Rose and Atticus are getting married, and the wedding is fast approaching. In the lead up, Emma finds herself taking part in necessary activities such as Rose showing off possible wedding outfits for the day.

Emma joins Cora, Mary, Violet and Isobel, the older ladies sitting in chairs and Emma and Mary on the side of the bed. Anna is there to help, too.

Rose steps out from the divider with one possibility. "Ta dah!"

They all gasp in approval.

"Oh, that's lovely!" Isobel compliments.

"Give is a spin." Emma suggests. Rose does as she says, showing it off.

"You don't think it's a bit mumsy?" Rose questions.

"No!" They all cry.

"It's very chic." Mary adds.

"Can we see it with the hat?" Violet asks.

Anna hands Rose the matching hat, which Rose puts on. There are more gasps of approval and applause. Isobel claps.

Rose talks to Anna while Anna adjusts the hat in front of the large mirror. "Are you looking forward to London?"

"I am. Mr Bates and I need to inspect our house there, so the timing couldn't be better." Anna replies.

"I'm sorry Susan's missing all this." Cora says to Rose.

Rose scoffs. "She doesn't care about clothes." She takes off the coat she's wearing to look at the dress more closely.

"Will they be there before us?" Emma asks.

"No. They're spending the night in Southampton." Rose answers. "So, we'll all arrive in St James's on the same day."

"And are we to pretend they're a happy couple?" Mary asks pointedly.

"Yes, we jolly well are." Rose replies firmly.

"Why cast a shadow?" Cora argues.

"I quite agree." Rose says.

"I'm sorry it can't be here." Cora says remorsefully.

"I don't think a registry office wedding and a Church blessing would be quite what the county expects." Mary remarks. "And anyway, London makes more sense for Susan and Shrimpie."

"And I want a blessing in a Synagogue," Rose adds, "and where would you find a Synagogue in Ripon?"

"I do admire the way you just take it all in your stride." Isobel compliments.

"I think it would make it easier for Lord Sinderby, if we can manage it."

Emma rolls her eyes. "Doubt Lord Sinderby deserves your concern."

Rose sighs. "Atticus loves him, and I love Atticus."

"Love may not conquer all, but it can conquer quite a lot." Violet quips.

They chuckle. Rose does a happy pirouette.

——

It's now finally time for them all to travel down to London for the wedding. Emma is excited for the whole thing but there's a pit of dread in her stomach. The police had been back again, but this time apparently with information that Mr Green was not a good man. Honestly, Emma could have told them that. However, Mr Bates is now in the clear after a witness came forward though it seems they want to talk to Anna while they are all in London. She feels annoyed they are putting all this effort into solving the murder of an attempted, and now actual, rapist's murder.

Three cars stand ready to take the household to the Station – three cars for the family and a large open car for the servants, some of whom are already seated in it. Mrs Hughes, Miss Baxter and Mr Molesley are fussing with the luggage that has been strapped to one of the cars, with Mary already sitting inside. Then Mrs Hughes gets in next to the driver.

Emma and Tom are joining them but not before saying goodbye to Ivy and Michael as well as Sybbie and George. Edith comes walking out, carrying Marigold on her arm.

"Ah, there she is!" Emma happily greets them. She leans over and gives a kiss to Marigold's head. "And goodbye to you too, my darling."

Marigold shyly smiles as Edith hands her over to Nanny Jean.

"I feel so guilty, leaving Marigold on her own." Edith says as she, Emma, and Tom walk towards the cars, giving last waves.

"Don't worry. She's surrounded by nannies and children." Emma reassures her. If Marigold really is Edith's child as Emma suspects, then Emma understands all too well the worry of leaving your child behind.

"I know." Edith says.

"Think of all the stories she'll be able to tell you once we're back." Tom remarks.

Edith nods with a smile as she goes to join Billy in their car and Emma and Tom join Mary.

The motorcade soon leaves for the Station. A groundskeeper closes the wrought-iron gate at the end of the drive behind them.

——

They arrive at Grantham House. Emma is reluctantly lingering in the Entrance Hall while Robert saunters out to meet the Flintshires. The Earl of Grantham had insisted that Emma should meet them, as in Susan as she's already met Shrimpie, properly. Shrimpie, she doesn't mind seeing, in fact, she's looking forward to it, his soon-to-be ex-wife, however...

Emma's reluctance doesn't go away, in fact, it gets worse when Susan Flintshire enters looking like someone's slapped her in the face. Mrs Hughes is showing Susan in. Cora, Robert and Shrimpie follow. Mr Molesley stands ready at the foot of the stairs.

"You will have Lady Mary's maid Anna to help you, M'lady. His Lordship will have Mr Molesley." Mrs Hughes is saying. "Now I'll show you to your room."

"We're not in one room together?" Susan asks sharply.

"The thing is, we're very squashed." Cora says.

"I'm not sharing a room. I'll go to an hotel." Susan retorts.

Shrimpie looks like he'll die of embarrassment. "Come on..."

"Don't worry, M'lady, we'll manage." Mrs Hughes quickly butts in.

Robert notices Emma lingering nearby and quickly steers the conversation to a new topic. "I, uh, don't believe you have met Emma here, Susan."

Emma greets the Lady Flintshire with a smile that's probably more of a grimace.

"Weren't you the maid?" Susan asks bluntly.

Emma raises an unimpressed eyebrow at that attitude. "I was, now I'm not..."

"It's good to see you again." Shrimpie happily greets. Emma gives him an actual smile.

"If you'd like to come this way?" Mrs Hughes gestures up the stairs. Susan reluctantly follows Mr. Molesley up the stairs. Shrimpie walks up after them. Mrs Hughes turns to Cora, in a private aside. "Maybe Lady Rose could share with Lady Edith?"

"Thank you, Mrs Hughes."

Mrs Hughes follows the guests upstairs.

"I knew she'd be trouble." Robert remarks.

——

That evening, they all begin to gather in the Drawing room as they wait for the arrival of Lord and Lady Sinderby and Atticus.

Thomas holds the door for Cora and Susan as they walk into a Drawing room. Robert, Shrimpie, Isobel, Tom, Billy, Emma, Mary, Edith, and Rose are already there. Robert stands with Isobel and Rose while Mary, Emma, Tom, Billy, Shrimpie and Edith linger in another group nearby.

"Where are the Sinderbys?" Edith asks her mother.

The door opens then, and they all turn to see it's only Violet entering.

"Oh! We thought you might be Lord and Lady Sinderby." Mary greets her grandmother.

Violet chuckles. "'Fraid not."

Thomas closes the door behind her. Edith goes to kiss Violet.

"What are they like?" Shrimpie asks.

"She's very nice and fond of Rose." Mary says.

"He's less convinced." Billy adds.

"Rose is more than a match for him." Emma argues.

"It does make me smile that they should be the ones objecting." Susan remarks from where she sits on the settee. Cora sits down next to her and Rose moves over to the group.

"They have as much right as we do." Shrimpie says pointedly.

"Mummy, Daddy... Can you try to behave like a happy couple?" Rose pleads.

"Wouldn't that be rather dishonest?" Susan asks. Please, that's not the thing you care about.

"Why? You haven't separated yet." Rose argues.

"We separated the moment we walked down the gangway at Southampton."

"It won't kill us to put on a show for a few more days." Shrimpie argues.

Rose sits down next to her mother. "The thing is, I don't want to give Lord Sinderby any ammunition."

The door opens again. Thomas announces the guests. "Lord and Lady Sinderby and Mr Atticus Aldridge."

Everyone rises and moves towards them.

"Do come in. How lovely to see you." Cora says as she moves over to them.

While Cora and Robert greet Atticus' parents, Rose tows Atticus right over to her own parents.

Emma doesn't know what's being said but it doesn't take long for Susan to walk away leaving Atticus following her with his eyes, flabbergasted and Rose making a gesture of her hand as if to say 'oh don't mind her' and smiles. Off to a great start here...

——

As they sit down to eat, it doesn't take long for Emma to realise that Susan Flintshire is no pushover. Robert is seated between Susan and Lady Sinderby. Cora is between Lord Sinderby and Shrimpie. Emma sits at one end with Isobel, Violet, Tom, and Edith while Rose, Atticus, Mary, and Billy sit at the other end.

"What made you choose Yorkshire? Was it a historic reason?" Robert asks Lady Sinderby.

"Not really. I used to go there as a girl, and of course it's beautiful." Lady Sinderby replies.

Then Susan decides to open her mouth, "Do you have any English blood?"

Here we go...

Both Robert and Shrimpie look annoyed at her rudeness.

"It's true, we only date from the 1850s, but Lady Sinderby's family arrived in the reign of King Richard III." Lord Sinderby calmly replies.

Lady Sinderby being able to trace her ancestors way further back than many Christian English families, which makes her just as English or even Englisher than most of the people sitting at this table.

"Really? I always think of you as nomads, drifting around the world."

"Rather silly to generalise a whole group of people." Emma snaps back, irritated.

Violet comes to the rescue, turning to Atticus and asking, "Talking of drifting round, is it true you're starting your honeymoon at the Melfords' in Coningsby?"

"Oh yes. Lady Melford is Mother's cousin." Atticus happily replies.

"Is she? I never knew that." Susan remarks, surprised. Emma almost wants to go 'Ha!' in her face.

Lord Sinderby turns to Rose, who sits next to him. "I gather you wanted a Synagogue blessing?"

"I'd like to respect both sides." Rose says.

"You don't understand our customs. Then again, why should you?"

Great, there's another person at this table Emma wants to throttle.

Rose is saddened by this. "So, it won't be possible?"

"No. He should have told you."

Lady Sinderby cuts in, turning to Cora. "I thought we could have a dinner on Wednesday night, for all of you. So, you could meet some of the relations."

"And show them how lucky they are!" Mary quips. This results in general laughter.

"Have you got many of them staying?" Cora asks.

"We're crammed to the gunwales. Atticus has had to move into the Hornby Hotel." Lady Sinderby remarks.

"I love the Hornby." Mary gasps excitedly.

"It makes sense, and he can have his... What do they call it now?" Lady Sinderby pauses then grins, "His stag party there, without disturbing us."

"Will you be going, Lord Sinderby?" Edith asks.

"Hardly. Stag parties are rather high on Father's disapproval list." Atticus remarks with a laugh.

"Is it a long list, Lord Sinderby, the things you disapprove of?" Violet asks.

"No, as long as I can steer clear of card sharps and undercooked fish and divorce, I think I'm fairly easy." Lord Sinderby replies.

Emma shares a look with Tom at that. Oh, dear.

"Is divorce so terrible these days? Is it worse to stay together and be miserable?" Isobel defends.

"Well, I am clearly old-fashioned, but to me divorce signifies weakness, degradation, scandal, failure."

Shrimpie and Susan are both looking extremely uncomfortable at this point. Emma is actually feeling sorry for Susan as well as for Shrimpie.

Robert decides the conversation should move on to a new topic and turns to Susan. "Are you glad to be in London again?"

"I will be when I get the house back." Susan says in reply to her cousin.

"When do the tenants go?"

"Next week in theory. I need to pull the real pictures out of storage."

"What a palaver!" Tom jokes.

"I know, but think of the relief when I can shut the door at last and be alone in my own home." Susan sighs.

The Sinderbys look surprised. Ah.

"Won't Lord Flintshire be in there with you?" Lord Sinderby questions.

"Of course, he will." Rose says.

"Of course, I will." Shrimpie agrees. "What a funny thing to say, Susan."

"Funny is one word for it." Violet remarks.

"Well, I want you to know that you'll always be welcome at Canningford." Lady Sinderby says.

"How kind." Susan says. "Tell me, do you find it difficult these days to get staff?"

Everyone holds their breath.

"Not very. But then we're Jewish, so we pay well." Lady Sinderby replies breezily.

Well done. Even Violet looks approving.

——

Emma, Mary, Rose, Billy, Tom, and Edith are the only ones left in the Drawing room after the Sinderbys have left and the older generation has gone to bed. Rose, Edith, and Billy sit in the chairs while Mary and Tom join Emma on the settee. They all sit down together with a drink.

"Sinderby's as stiff as a board." Mary remarks as she takes her seat.

"What more can I do?" Rose sighs.

"Keep pushing till he gives in?" Billy quips.

"Oh, you she should take advice from Tom then." Emma turns to her husband with a grin. "Isn't that how you convinced me to marry you?"

Tom rolls his eyes. "Ha ha."

The others chuckle at him.

Edith turns to Emma, Mary, Billy, and Tom. "May I ask, do you four worry about the children when you're away?"

"Why should we?" Mary asks.

"No reason, but I think about Marigold all the time."

"Heavens! What are you going to be like when you have one of your own?" Mary remarks cruelly. Emma sips at her drink awkwardly.

"I intend to leave it all to Nanny." Rose says.

Emma scoffs. "I'm sure you'll be eating your words before you know it."

"I'm suppose I'm used to the way the children live at Downton, but it still seems odd." Billy comments.

Edith looks at Emma and Tom. "Will it be different in America?"

"They aren't going and that's flat." Mary retorts.

"Mary..." Tom begins to say.

"Stop!" Rose quickly interrupts before any more can be said. "This is my wedding and I'm not having it spoiled."

"Quite right." Mary agrees. "I tell you what. Why don't the six of us go for lunch on Wednesday? Even you, Edith. To mark Rose's last days of freedom and the end of an era. Let's go to Rules. My treat."

Edith looks irate at her sisters' comments but replies, "Yes. Why not?"

——

Andy, the temporary footman who has been hired for a week, attends the dinner that next night and Emma's glad to see it went off without a hitch for him.

Emma gives him a warm smile as he offers the tray to her for her to collect her coffee when they're all gathered in the Drawing room afterwards.

"Where's Aunt Violet?" Shrimpie asks as he takes a seat next to his daughter on one of the settees.

"My Aunt Violet has gone up." Susan retorts spitefully. "So has Mrs Crawley."

Emma turns to Shrimpie from her seat next to where he sits on the settee. "I assume I don't have to tell you to ignore her?"

Shrimpie gives her a rueful smile. "No, I've had practise." He turns to Rose. "And Atticus? Where is the lovelorn swain tonight?"

"Don't you remember? He's got his bachelor party." Shrimpie nods and smiles. Rose moves closer to him to speak to him privately, so Emma gets up and moves to the other side of the room to give them privacy.

"Did you get to Bond Street?" Cora asks Robert as Emma sidles up next to Mary and Tom who stand next to Susan's chair. Edith, Billy, and Cora sit on the settee and Robert is on the chair on the other side.

"The chap I need to see was busy, so I'm going tomorrow afternoon." Robert answers.

"Please don't make us late for Lady Sinderby's dinner."

"What are you doing in Bond Street?" Edith questions.

"It's an idea I've had, that's all." Robert dismisses.

"An idea he is clearly not going to share with us." Mary says.

"Which makes it even more irritating." Emma remarks. Robert simply shrugs.

——

Edith, Tom, and Billy are sitting at a table for six for their lunch date when Emma, Rose and Mary walk in.

"Sorry we're late." Emma apologises, she puts the bags down and kisses Tom on the cheek in greeting as she, Mary and Rose take their seats.

"How did you get on?" Billy asks.

"So well!" Rose says. "If I show you, the women here will be too jealous to eat." She puts a little neat parcel on the table.

"Oh." Edith hands Rose a large envelope. "Er, this came for you by messenger. Carson asked me to give it to you."

Rose takes it. "Thank you." She opens it up.

"Who's it from?" Mary questions.

"It's not signed. There's just a note that says, 'Last night'." She has opened the envelope from inside the parcel. It contains the note and a stack of photographs. She gasps, looking speechless. The others sense that something is wrong.

"What is it?" Edith asks.

Mary glances across. "Atticus. Picking up a tart of some kind and letting her into his room."

"What?!" Emma exclaims. She looks over Rose's shoulder.

The one on top shows Atticus, half-undressed, and a bare-shouldered woman standing together in the open door of Atticus' hotel room. The next one shows Atticus and the woman standing closely together in the lift. It is as if he's holding them lovingly. There are more photos, one of the woman entering Atticus' room, another of her leaving it, and Atticus hovering behind her in his open dressing gown in both of them.

"Oh, God!" Rose gasps, sounding close to having a panic attack.

Billy pushes a glass into Rose's hand. "Have some water."

Rose does so as a waiter arrives at their table. "Are you ready to order?"

"May we have a few more moments?" Mary says with a smooth smile and the waiter leaves just as Rose, having barely been able to stifle her cries, starts sobbing. Billy takes the pictures away from her.

"What are you going to do?" Edith asks sympathetically.

"I'm not sure." Rose admits brokenly. "Maybe I'll chuck tonight, but what should I do about the wedding?"

"I'll tell you what you'll do. You'll go and telephone Atticus now. Arrange to see him this afternoon." Tom tells her. "Mary, go with her."

The two women get up, and Billy and Tom rise with them. They sit back down once they have moved off to the telephone.

"This is classic stag party stuff. He looks through the pictures." Billy says with a sigh.

"You mean they got him drunk, set him up, and booked a photographer to maximise his embarrassment?" Edith questions, shocked.

"I'm sure he's regretting it bitterly this morning." Emma remarks.

"But is 'regretting it' enough?" Edith wonders. "It wouldn't be for me."

Tom frowns thoughtfully. "Of course, there is a man who'd rather this marriage didn't take place, and his name's Lord Sinderby."

"Would he do something so grubby?" Billy questions.

"You'd be surprised what people can sink to, to get their own way." Emma remarks. She wouldn't put it totally past him.

Mary returns to their table alone and sits back down. "They're talking now. He'll meet her in St James' Park at three." She quietly tells them.

——

They arrive at the Sinderby's London residence that night for dinner. Rose has pulled Mary, Edith, Tom, Emma, and Billy aside.

"Atticus says it must have been a practical joke." Rose murmurs to them.

"Do you believe him?" Emma questions.

"I don't think it was a joke." Rose admits. "It was either true and he's lying, or someone is trying to stop the wedding. And I'd like to know which."

"Preferably before Friday." Edith adds.

Lady Sinderby comes walking up to them. Behind her in the next room, more guests are talking. "Rose, may I introduce you to my cousin, Sir John Gluck? Come." She takes Rose's arm and leads her away. A woman's voice calls Edith's name from the next room, too.

"Edith, darling!" Someone calls.

"Excuse me." Edith walks off, too.

"We'd better act fast before it all hits the rocks." Tom says to Mary, Emma, and Billy.

"Everything seems to be hitting the rocks at the moment." Mary says glumly.

"That's a bit sad." Billy remarks.

"I mean it." Mary retorts. "Sybil was my ally and she's gone. Now Rose. And Tom and Emma are about to leave and take Michael and Ivy with you. It's too much to bear."

"Mary, we must live our lives." Emma admonishes softly though she's quite touched.

"What? And leave me with Edith? You're leaving Billy as the sole buffer between us. When you read in the paper I'm on trial for murder, it'll be your fault." Mary quips.

They're finally smiling again.

——

Emma, Mary and Shrimpie are talking as they all return from the Sinderbys' diner.

"Hasn't she brushed it off as a malicious trap?" Shrimpie asks.

"Yes, she has, but who would do it? Granny thinks it might be Lord Sinderby." Mary murmurs quietly. "Ought we to challenge him?"

"It'd be dangerous to when we don't have all the facts." Emma warns her. "The payment to the woman or something."

It looks like a lightbulb had lit in Shrimpie's head at that comment.

"Can I give you a nightcap?" Robert calls from the door of the Drawing room. Susan stands there waiting with him, the others having already filled inside.

"Yes, please." Mary replies.

"Why not?" Emma adds.

"Not for me. I'm tired." Shrimpie says. He moves towards the stairs.

"Ah." Robert turns to Susan. "And you?"

"No, but I'll look in to say good night." Susan says, moving into the Drawing room with them.

——

Everyone has settled around the Drawing room, chatting when Robert gets to his feet to make an announcement. "Since we're all here, I've decided what to do about the cottages. I'm going to sell the Della Francesca. I've been to Sotheby's and they're confident we'll get a good price."

They all look at him in surprise.

"Are you sure, Papa? But you've always been so proud of it." Mary intercedes.

"I don't enjoy it as I did." He admits. Emma wonders if it has anything to do with that art historian who kept flirting with Cora. "My Papa always said one should only sell for a purpose, and I agree. The good of the Village can be that purpose."

"I'm pleased. Now we can get on with the work as soon as we're home." Tom says, taking a seat with Emma and Mary. Cora walks up to Robert as he pours himself a drink while Billy, Rose, Violet, and Isobel talk.

"At last, we have a plan." Tom says to Emma. "Start the work in the Village, find the new agent and set off for America."

"But won't all that take months?" Mary points out.

"Why don't we say we'll stay for Christmas, and then go?" Emma suggests.

Mary sighs. "It's a dagger in my heart. I don't know what I'll do without you both."

"Did you ever think you'd say that when I drove you to your fittings with Madame Swann in Ripon?" Tom says with a chuckle.

"Or when I had to get you dressed multiple times a day?" Emma adds.

"What about when you encouraged Sybil to get those evening pyjamas, and Granny almost fainted?" Mary says pointedly.

Emma looks at her in mild surprise. "You know about that?"

"Of course, she told me. And even if she did not, I could see your hands all of it." Mary grins.

Emma shrugs. "What can I say? I have taste."

They share a laugh, then turn serious again.

"We have our memories, us three." Tom says.

Mary turns sombre. "But now you'll take them away with you to Boston."

"And we'll cherish them when we get there." Emma rebuffs.

They share fond smiles.

——

It's Friday now, the day of the wedding. They all gather in Caxton Hall, a public building that is, among other things, the seat of a registry office. In a wood-panelled room on the first floor, the wedding party are assembled, standing and chatting in small groups ahead of the ceremony. Emma is with Mary, Cora, Robert, and Violet.

"I dare say this is a first for you, Granny, to sample the joys of a registry office." Mary remarks to her grandmother.

"Then you'd be quite wrong." Violet retorts. "No, in 1878 I attended the wedding of Lord Rosebery and Hannah Rothschild. It was held in the Board of Guardians, very much the same."

Emma raises her eyebrows. "The irony being the Board of Guardians' original function compared to the richness of the Rothschilds."

"It seems almost sad, in a way." Cora says.

"But in marrying a Rothschild, there are certain compensations." Violet adds.

Isobel joins the group. "Is Lady Flintshire all right?"

Emma looks over to see on the other side of the room, Susan talking agitatedly to some young people who are Rose's older brother (James), sister (Annabelle) and their spouses, shaking her head.

"Cora, would you go and help Susan?" Robert asks. "She seems in rather a queer way."

Cora and Violet move towards her, but Susan speaks up before they can reach her, addressing the room at large. "There is something that you must know, and I feel most uncomfortable not having told you before now." Everybody falls silent and listens. Emma watches in concern.

Cora and Violet reach her. "We don't want any deathbed confessions, Susan. Remember, this is not your day!" Violet reprimands her niece.

"I'm sorry, Aunt Violet. I think it's time. In fact, it's long overdue." Susan replies. Oh no, Emma knows what this is.

"What is?" Lord Sinderby asks from where he stands at the head of the room with Lady Sinderby and Atticus.

Atticus, sensing the impending disaster, begs, "No, please..."

"Shrimpie and I are in the process of getting a divorce." Susan declares. Well, at least she gets straight to the point.

"What?!" Lord Sinderby cries.

Susan turns to the Sinderbys. "I'm afraid it is going to be all over the papers, and as things stand, it must involve you and your family."

Lord Sinderby looks as if he's about to explode. "God, if I..."

Lady Sinderby steps forward and speaks in a calm, friendly tone, "Thank you, Lady Flintshire. Or may I call you Susan? We are forewarned and so now we will be forearmed."

"You can't mean we're just going to—" Lord Sinderby protests loudly.

"Father, please, I beg you..." Atticus tries.

Lady Sinderby turns back to her husband and speaks to him in a fierce undertone so only he and Atticus can hear. She hisses something quickly at him before she exchanges a look with Atticus, then turns back to the rest of the wedding party with a creditable imitation of a smile. Atticus takes his father aside to talk to him in private. Susan looks down.

The guests settle down in the rows of chairs that have been provided for the wedding guests. Tom and Emma sit next to one another.

Tom turns to his wife. "Well, that was something." He remarks amusedly.

Emma huffs a slight laugh. "Wouldn't be a wedding with this family if there wasn't some sort of drama."

Tom smiles before turning solemn. "Won't you miss it?"

Emma contemplates for a moment before shrugging. "Maybe, but I'm also excited about the future. Who knows what'll happen?"

They share a warm smile as an attendant opens the door, and Rose and Shrimpie walk in.

"Please stand." The Registrar instructs.

They all stand. Shrimpie walks Rose to where Atticus stands waiting in front of the Registrar, then puts his daughter's hand into his. Lady Sinderby is beaming. She blows Rose a kiss. Lord Sinderby still disapproves. Shrimpie takes his place next to Susan, but he doesn't even deign to look at her.

——

After the blessing at the Savoy Chapel, the wedding party returns for the reception. Rose is in her proper bridal dress now.

In one part of the room, Emma chats with Edith and Robert. She is surprised to see Tony and Mabel enter the room, going over to talk to Mary and Billy. They all seem to be doing their best to smooth over the lingering awkwardness. Emma isn't sure how well it's working.

"I'm not sure it's what she really wanted, a registry office and the Savoy Chapel." Edith remarks, bringing Emma back to the conversation. "But I do think she'll be very happy."

"I agree. They're well matched." Robert replies.

"When are you going home?" Emma asks her.

"First thing. I can't wait." Edith says eagerly.

"The call of young Marigold." Robert comments. Emma looks at him suspiciously. Does he know?

"You sound as if you don't approve." Edith's smile dims slightly.

"Oh, it's not that..." Robert back peddles. He then spots Mary talking to Tony across the room. "Oh, look. It's Tony and Mary. They make a handsome couple."

"Give it up, Papa. It's a pipe dream." Edith says.

"And it's not like Mary hasn't told you a good while ago that it was over, too." Emma adds.

Emma and Edith share amused smiles at Robert's disgruntled look.

——

The day, apart from a few hiccups, had been going so well but what Emma hadn't expected was to find herself in the Servants' Hall at the end of the day, dressed for bed and watching how Inspector Vyner arrests Anna for Green's murder.

Emma, Mary, Mrs Hughes, Miss Baxter, and Mr Molesley, plus Gemma and George, a hall boy, look on helplessly as one of the two officers the Inspector brought with him handcuffs Anna's wrists.

"This can't be right!" Emma cries.

"I'm afraid so Mrs Branson." Vyner says dismissively. Emma wants to throttle the man.

"I must wait for Mr Bates. I can't go without telling him!" Anna pleads.

"It might be kinder if you let him hear the news from Mrs Hughes, when he can't say anything he'll regret." Vyner replies.

"But this is absurd! I forbid you to take her!" Mary declares.

Vyner shows her a document. "I think you'll find the correct forms have been observed."

Mr Bates walks in, Robert and Mr Carson are behind him. "What is this? What's happening?" The valet questions.

"Don't make trouble, Mr Bates."

"You can't do this!"

"Try to keep calm, Bates." Robert placates. He turns to Vyner. "Can't I stand surety for her?"

"I'm afraid not, sir." Vyner answers. "Mrs Hughes, will you fetch her coat?"

"No! I can't let her go." Mr Bates resists.

"You must. A witness has identified Mrs Bates as being on the pavement near Mr Green just before he fell."

Emma looks at him in disbelief. "That can't be right!"

"I insist on telephoning our lawyer!" Mary declares.

"Telephone all you like, Miss," Vyner replies dismissively. "He'll find Mrs Bates at Gerald Row Police Station. But I suggest you leave it till the morning, for her sake as much as anyone's."

"I will ring him now because she is innocent!" Mary retorts. "And I am not "Miss"! I am Lady Mary Crawley!"

"I don't care if you're the Queen of the Upper Nile." Vyner counters. "I'm going, and she's coming with me. Now!"

The two officers take Anna outside. Mr. Bates moves to go after them, but Robert holds him back.

"Bates!" He puts himself bodily between Mr. Bates and the departing group. Mr Bates masters himself with difficulty.

They all watch Anna walk past the windows through the Yard, tears in everyone's eyes.

——

Two days later they are all back at Downton for the ceremony of the unveiling of the war memorial to take place. The monument stands in the middle of the Village square, decorated with Union Jacks. Lord Grantham, in uniform, as well as another high-ranking officer, stand at attention while Mr Carson – in his role as Chairman of the Memorial Committee – reads out the Ode of Remembrance, a military chaplain next to them and a uniformed guard behind them.

On the other side of the memorial, the people from the Abbey and the Villagers are assembled, among them some firemen in uniform and the vicar with his choir boys in their robes. Everyone sits in groups. Mr Bates, without Anna, sits with Mr Molesley and Thomas; Mrs Hughes and Mrs Patmore; Daisy and Mr Mason; Billy with Sybbie; Emma and Tom with Michael and Ivy; Violet and Isobel; Dr Clarkson; Denker and Spratt; Mary and George; Cora, Edith, and Marigold. All the men who served in the war or previous wars are wearing their medals. The men have also all taken their hats off.

"They fell with their faces to the foe. They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old. Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning, we will remember them."

Emma has heard this speech so many times over the years that it feels natural for her to echo "We will remember them" with everyone else.

The Union Jacks come down to reveal the inscription with the names of the dead. A soldier plays "The Last Post" on a bugle. Emma feels almost teary as she listens to it. A piece of music that has become so deeply entrenched with loss.

"Stand at ease!" The soldiers relax. "Stand easy."

The crowd comes to life, and people start putting their hats back on and moving away when Robert speaks up, "Before you disperse, I would beg your indulgence for a moment." Everybody stops and listens. "Can I draw your attention to one more gallant chap who volunteered to fight? He wasn't local to Downton and so his name does not appear on the memorial, but his memory is cherished by some here. And so, it seems right to us to mark his passing. Mrs Patmore?"

Surprised, Mrs Patmore rises from her seat and goes to join Robert. They walk down a little way to the wall of the Churchyard, followed by a lot of the Abbey people – Emma, Cora, Mrs Hughes, Mr Bates, Mr Molesley, Miss Baxter, Mr Mason and Daisy, Mr Carson, and Thomas.

Robert reveals a stone plaque on the wall that is inscribed, "Remember here the sacrifice of Pte. Archie Philpotts, Lancashire Fusiliers, died 5th February 1917 aged 19 years." The men take their hats off again as a mark of respect. Oh. Emma feels herself tear up.

Mrs Patmore is moved to tears. "Oh! 'Sacrifice' is right."

"I think that's lovely, Mrs Patmore. I'm so pleased for you." Daisy compliments.

"It's just as it should be." Mr Mason adds.

"I believe so." Robert agrees. He glances across at Mr Carson, who inclines his head in agreement.

"I'd like to see William's name now. If you've a moment, Daisy?" Mr Mason says to Daisy. While Mrs. Patmore wipes her tears away, Mr. Mason and Daisy move off to go to William's grave. Emma departs as well to head back to where Tom waits with the children. She glances over her shoulder one last time to see Mrs Patmore kiss her hand and touches her nephew's name and the part of the inscription that gives his young age.

——

They all make their way back to the Abbey walking back up the drive to the house with Robert and Cora in front then the rest of them following behind.

Emma walks sombrely next to Edith and Tom along with Ivy, Michael and Marigold, her mind drifting back to Anna languishing in the police station an innocent woman.

"I always forget how much I enjoy London." Edith remarks.

"You should go up more often, take an interest in your publishing." Tom encourages. "You should get involved in the running of the business."

"He's right. You're clever and a good writer." Emma agrees. "They're lucky to have you."

"Mary always talks like she's the only one who'll miss the both of you when you go, but you know I will, too." Edith tells them.

Emma smiles warmly at her while Tom says, "And we'll miss you."

——

A/N: Please leave comments on how you're enjoying this story and what you think.

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Make up/Make Out!

Pairing: Jungkook X OC fem

Warnings: It's just smut. Pure smut. 🔞

A/N: Written and edited on a phone so please forgive any mistakes. Suggestions for more are very welcome and also thoughts. Let me know what you think.

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"Am I good to finish for the night?"

She'd been on her feet all day. As make up and hair assistant to one of the most popular groups on the planet, her job consisted of being ready at any moment, day or night, to get the guys of BTS camera ready. Today had been a particularly heavy day. Photoshoots and zoom interviews. You would have thought a global pandemic would have slowed her workload right down but apparently not. The boys were just as busy as ever, determined to remain a presence even when the world was falling apart.

"I'm not sure actually. I think one of the guys is maybe doing a live. Shouldn't take long, just a touch up. Let me go check." Another assistant hurried off, leaving her in what had been dubbed the "ready room" She sighed, sorting the array of make up products strewn on the counter into each boys respective make up bag. 7 individual colour palettes. 7 skin tones. 7 favoured brands. She'd been doing it long enough now that she didn't have to think anymore. Jimin's chapstick in one bag. Hobi's concealer in another. She was tired and frustrated. 16 months of a global lockdown meant she was now living in the guys home in the staff wing. Apart from video calls, she hadn't seen anyone and wasn't able to leave really. On the odd occasion when she did have to accompany the guys somewhere, she was subjected to regular covid tests. It was all just a little overwhelming. Like much of the planet, she was beginning to feel a little stir crazy.

The door opened and the assistant from earlier poked her head round. "Jungkook is doing a live. He's on his way down now. Can you handle it or do you want me to stay?" She could see the hopeful look in her colleagues eye that she could go for the night. Sighing inwardly, she nodded. "I'm good. Enjoy the rest of the night. I'll see you in the morning." She said, faking a smile. An immediate thankful grin was aimed in her direction before her co-worker quickly dissapeared. She sighed again, picking out Jungkooks bag and rifling though it. A V Live wasn't as intense as actual interviews. She'd maybe need to touch up his foundation and neaten his hair. With any luck she could be done in 10 minutes.

She was just about finished setting up when the door opened again. She turned with a welcoming smile but frowned a little as he walked in. His hair was wet, a towel still slung around his shoulders, face completely bare. "Have you just showered?" She muttered. He nodded, strolling over to his favourite chair and slumping in it. "Yeah. I wasn't going to bother with a live but it's been ages and I miss ARMY. Plus I feel kind of restless tonight." He explained. She nodded, a little frustrated that she'd have to entirely redo his face and hair. So much for 10 minutes. But it was her job after all. "So what are we doing?" She questioned, walking up behind him and leaning on the chair, a hand either side of his shoulders. He shrugged, looking at her through the mirror in front of him. "Whatever you want. Just make me look ok for the live." He replied. She chuckled slightly, studying him through the mirror. "You already look ok for the live. But I'll dry your hair. It's freezing in the office. Can't have you catching a cold." She smiled. He chuckled, pulling his phone out of the pocket of his baggy cargo pants and loading up a game. She smiled a little more. Typical Jungkook.

She got to work, removing the damp towel from around his shoulders, tossing it aside and reaching for the hairdryer. It didn't take long to dry. His hair was fine but he had a lot of it and luckily he didn't bleach it into the ground like some of his band mates so it was pretty healthy. Once dried, it was soft and shiny, falling prettily around his face. "Want it straightening?" She asked, digging her fingernails between the dark brown strands at the crown of his head and ruffling it slightly. His hair naturally had a slight wave to it. He had dropped his phone into his lap and his eyes were closed. He liked the slight scratch of her fingernails. It felt nice. "Hmm?" He muttered. "Oh..yeah. Straighten it." He opened his eyes with a sigh. "Are you alright?" She asked softly. "Yeah. Bit of a headache. The scratching was nice." He replied, a small smile playing around his lips. She chuckled, setting down the hairdryer and diving her fingers into his hair, raking her nails lightly across his scalp. Head massage wasn't exactly part of her job description but she had a soft spot for Jungkook. Her tummy filled with warmth as his head to lolled forward and he grumbled softly, eyes closing again. She couldn't help but smile, pressing her fingers to his temples and rubbing in slow circles. "Do you need painkillers?" She asked softly. He grumbled again but shook his head a little. "Nah. Already feels a bit better." He muttered. "Tension headache?" She questioned. "Probably." She diverted her rubbing to his hairline, digging her thumbs into the nape of his neck. His head rolled heavily against her hand, a relieved moan slipping past his parted lips. She watched him in the mirror, her stomach churning as she studied him. Reminding herself that she was working, she reluctantly dropped her hands, reaching for the straighteners. "So... we're straightning." She muttered. He cleared his throat, correcting his posture where he'd slumped down the chair. "Yeah." He nodded.

She ran the flat irons through his hair, alternating between looking at what she was doing and glancing at him through the mirror. "What are we doing with your face?" She questioned, applying a conditioning spray to his already silky soft hair, just so that the heat from the straighteners didn't make it frizzy. "Just make me look good." he said with a shrug. She grinned, picking up a clean powder brush, she spun him round to face her and booped the end of his nose with the brush. "Done" she smiled. He laughed, nose crinkling adorably. "You literally didn't do anything." She shrugged, placing the brush back on the counter. "You don't need anything doing." She said simply. He rolled his eyes, his ears turning pink. "I look like shit." He huffed. She was silent for a second, eyes flicking across his face. His hair was perfect, shiny and soft, skimming his large brown doe eyes. His nose was cute. His lips were full and though slightly chapped, kind of perfect too. Without foundation to soften his features, his jawline looked sharper. His skin was pretty good, the lack of make up making the cute moles dotted around his face clearer. The scar on his right cheek was more noticable but it gave his face character. "You really, really don't." She replied.

He shuffled shyly, fiddling with the phone abandoned on his lap. "I do. I look...plain. I can't go on camera like this." He muttered. She sighed, perching on the back of the sofa next to her. "Jungkook, you couldn't look plain if you tried. Trust me, if your ARMY see you like this they will lose their damn minds." She sighed, folding her arms across her chest. He glanced up at her, eyebrow hitching curiously. "See me like what?" He muttered. She shrugged, feeling somewhat uncomfortable at the things she didn't seem to be able to stop herself from saying. "Like...you. As you are. You've got that...thing...going on." She huffed. "What thing?" She rolled her eyes. "You know what thing. You give off heavy boyfriend energy. Especially when you look like this." She mumbled. He laughed, looking at her more intently. "Boyfriend energy?" She chuckled too, her face feeling hotter than she'd like. "Yeah. You know, that whole duality thing. It's cute. But it's sexy too." She babbled. "You think I'm sexy?" His eyebrows raised, his lips fighting a smile. "As your make up artist, I don't think anything." She chuckled. "And as you?" He questioned. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to look into his pretty eyes. "As me? I think you're one of the most confusing men I've ever met." She replied. His gaze was intense, forcing her to speak even though she wasn't actually sure she wanted to. "Confusing how?" He asked quietly.

She thought for a minute then shrugged. "Confusing in the way you play absolute havok with a woman and don't even seem to notice that you're doing it. You're such a contradiction. You're sweet and cute and warm. You're...soft and cuddly. The kind of guy who you want to snuggle and play with his hair as he sleeps. But you also have the ability to absolutely blow that out of the water and turn into this whole other creature. This...sinfully hot, dripping in sex appeal, gyrating menace. And you seem to be able to flip from one to the other and back in literally seconds. You're hormonal whiplash guy. One minute you wanna cuddle him, the next you wanna fuck him senseless, then back to cuddling. Confusing. But either way, whether you're cuddle guy or sexy guy, you're compeltely disarming. Captivating even." She paused, blushing at the heated expression on his perfect face. "So...you don't have to worry about what ARMY think. However you rock up, you're good." She finished with an awkward shrug. "Anyway, if you want me to do your face properly for the camera I will." She said, standing up off the back of the sofa and heading for her make up brushes.

"Woah. Hang on a minute. You can't just say all that and then pretend you didn't. Are you attracted to me?" He asked, smirking slightly, sexy guy definitely rearing his head. She tried her damnedest not to look at him. "Umm...you're attractive, yeah." She shrugged. "That's not what I asked." He hummed. "We've been in lockdown for 16 months. Everyone's attractive right now." She joked, trying to divert the gaze currently burning a hole through her professionalism. "You keep dodging the question." He pushed. She sighed, dropping the beauty blender she was currently picking apart and turning to him. "Yeah, I'm attracted to you. A large portion of the globe is attracted to you." She shrugged. "Yeah but I wasn't asking the globe. I asked you." He replied. "Well I answered. So are we doing your make up or no? It's late." She sighed, flustered. The way he was looking at her made her squirm. Curiously, but with something darker going on behind those doe eyes. "I don't know if I'm attracted to you. I've never thought about it." He muttered. She swallowed hard, looking everywhere but at him. "I didn't ask." She shrugged. "Yeah but after what you said, I can't just ignore it." He sat back in the chair, studying her. Her stomach twisted nervously. "You're cute. Short. I like that. You have nice hair. And your eyes are really pretty." He said absently, as though not actually talk to her, just assessing. She shuffled uncomfortably, her cheeks burning. "I like you. I'm just...not good at this sort of thing. I started training for BTS when I was 15. It didn't leave me a whole lot of time or opportunity to figure out the whole dating thing." He said, a hint of shyness dripping into his voice. "Oh please, I've seen you on stage. You can flirt like a pro." She scoffed. "Flirt, yeah. When it's empty. I can do it when I know it's not going anywhere. Flirting on stage isn't real. I'm not good when it is real." He shrugged. "I dunno...maybe we should...kiss..or something." He babbled. She gawped at him stupidly. "Easiest way to figure out what's going on here." He said, another shrug indicating his nerves. She swallowed, nodding slightly. "Ok." She didn't even really think about the answer, it just fell out.

He stood, shaking his hair out if his eyes, alternating between jamming his hands in his pockets and taking them out again. He was too cute. A kind of deer in the headlights look about him. The confidence he exuded on stage was nowhere near. He looked nervous. He took a few steps, closing the gap between them. Her heart was racing. He kept his hands limply by his sides as he inched forward, his eyes closing, a slight hitch of breath as his nose bumped hers then gently he pressed his lips to hers. His lips were warm and soft with just a hint of rough where they were chapped. Her heart rate doubled pretty much instantly, even at the lingering, closed mouthed peck. They weren't even really kissing but her stomach fluttered wildly. He shuffled a little closer, catching her bottom lip then the top lip then slowly opening his mouth a little more. His hands moved, running his fingertips up her arm, to her shoulder then resting on her neck, his thumb stroking her jaw. The other hand sat comfortably on her hip, pulling her into him just a little more. She sighed against his lips, her insides going nuts as her arms snaked around his narrow waist. Cautiously, he licked at her top lip, gauging her reaction. She opened up, allowing him to slide his tongue past her lips. A quiet involuntary moan escaped her. He tasted of sweetness and biscuit and she idly wondered if he'd been eating Pocky recently. The hand sat against her hip gripped a little harder. He exhaled heavily through his nose as his tongue caressed hers. He hummed against her mouth, withdrawing his tongue but still taking her lips in deep, lingering kisses, almost like he couldn't quite force himself to stop. With a long sigh, he pulled back, just enough to seperate their lips but still close enough for his nose to nudge hers. "Ok. Yeah. Definitely feel it." He whispered. Her eyes opened, her head fuzzy as she gazed at him with a mixture of affection and desire. She didn't even notice that he was looking at her the same way. He ran his fingers through her hair, a smile breaking onto his kiss reddened lips. She giggled dopily, forehead against his, heart skipping a beat at his responding giggle.

"Don't you need to go do a live?" She grinned. He shook his head, fingers entwining with hers. "It can wait till tomorrow. I just want to keep kissing you." His lips were on hers again before she could even process his reply. She moaned softly, melting against him. He felt sturdy and warm, he smelled amazing. He tasted delicious. He was almost too good. Her head swam at the feel of his tongue in her mouth, exploring, licking and tasting, possessing. He was literally making her weak at the knees. Her grip on him tightened, clutching at his steady frame to keep herself upright, genuinely worried that the depth of his heady kiss was going to send her slithering to the floor. She was just about managing to keep a tentative grasp on her composure until his lips left hers and started fluttering along her cheek, stopping just below her ear to suck the delicate skin there. A shiver bolted down her spine, her head rolling aside to give him more access. He moaned quietly against her neck, teeth nipping her skin. She gasped, another shiver errupting through her. "Damn it Jungkook" she whispered. She didn't know what she was damning. Everything? Nothing? It just seemed to be the only words she could claw from her addled brain. He bit a little harder, instantly soothing the slight burst of pain with a slow, tender lick of his soft, warm tongue. Her fingers knotted through his hair, dragging his head back so she could attack his mouth. He groaned against her lips, pressing his hips against her. She pulled his head back, her eyes locking on his. "You need to stop. I'm too horny for this shit." She panted, kissing along his jawline. He bit his lip, hand cradling the back of her head as her lips and tongue skimmed across his throat. "I can do something about that if you want." He murmured. She moaned again, temptation burning hot at her core. "Fuck" she hissed. He pulled her back from the assault she was carrying out on his neck. "Do you have a room mate?" He asked, brown eyes smouldering. She shook her head. "Where's your room?"

She could hardly believe how her night was turning out as she tried to make it to her room with some semblance of normality. Especially with Jungkook in tow. Luckily it was late enough that nobody was still wandering around in the hallways so the fact that she looked like she was about to eat him wasn't an issue. Arriving at her room, she'd barely closed the door behind them when he was back on her, pressing her into the door, lips on hers, hands wondering to her shirt, stopping the kiss barely long enough to pull it over her head before his tongue was back in her mouth. His hands agaisnt the door, either side of her head, boxing her in as he held her still with his body. She could already feel the uncomfortable ache between her thighs, heat pooling inside her making her squirm. How the fuck could he get her so riled up just by kissing her?

His lips moved down, back to the spot on her neck he seemed to enjoy biting, his teeth nipping and sucking once again. He was going to leave a mark and she absolutely didn't care. She hoped he did. She hoped he left several. If it meant he didn't stop, she'd happily have him suck and bite his initials into her skin if he wanted. His lips travelled further down, hands lifting off the door to cup her boobs, pushing them up and groaning in his throat as he licked languidly down her cleavage. He used his thumbs to tease her bra clad nipples, nipping and sucking at the swell of her ample breasts. She pushed his hair back, staring at him opened mouth as he moved her bra aside and wrapped his lips round her nipple. She moaned softly, biting her lip. He sucked deeply, the pull travelling straight down to her pussy, causing her clit to throb needily. His fingers tugging and rolling her other nipple. She wriggled desperately against the solid wooden door. He switched sides, giving the other nipple the same attention, his mouth felt hot and wet, tongue flicking quickly then slowly, then sucking then nibbling. Each gesture making her pussy clench.

She didn't know how much more she could take. The needy ache was becoming overpowering. Luckily he seemed to sense it, his hands slipping down, flicking the button of her jeans open. He eyed her quickly, requesting permission which was granted with an almost frantic nod. He smirked, hooking his fingers into her jeans and pushing them over her hips teasingly slowly. Her underwear went with them, balling together round her ankles. She couldn't even think enough to kick them off. He stood, leaning against the door with one hand, his eyes on hers as his fingers trailed lightly across her stomach then down, grazing her inner thigh. His smirk was torturous, knowing exactly what she needed and purposefully grazing but giving no relief. "Don't be a brat." She panted. He chuckled darkly, his fingers circling her bellybutton, the tickle making her abdomen clench. "This is what I was talking about. The duality. I like you more when you're being a bunny." She hissed. He laughed again. "No you don't." He muttered, pressing a searing kiss to her lips. "You've waited 16 months. What's an extra two minutes?" He smirked, his fingers once again playing around her inner thigh. "Jungkook I swear to god, I'm just gonna do it myself in a minute." She growled. He rolled his eyes, chuckling breathlessly. "Ok ok. Jesus."

He licked his lips, his smirk faltering as his fingers grazed her slit. "Fuck, you're already wet." He moaned. "Duh, I've been wet since you kissed me in the other room." She whispered. He bit his lip, groaning deeply, his fingers pushing through her folds, finding her clit quickly and circling. The ache tightened in her belly, her knees buckling. He dipped his fingers down against her hole, smearing her own sticky liquid around his fingertips before moving back up to her clit, his index and ring fingers parting her folds while his middle finger gently rubbed her sensative bud. Her breath shuddered, eyes closing as she swallowed thickly. Her head fell back, banging against the door. She was so turned on that his touch almost burned, so sensative already. He maintained a steady pace with his fingers, dipping back down occasionally to recover them in the fluid now leaking from her hole to make the glide of his fingertips smoother. She could barely breath. The stimulation of his careful touch on her clit was almost unbearable, causing the needy ache of her pussy to increase rapidly. She needed to be stretched and filled, her thoughts lost in how his fingers would feel slipping in and out of her greedy hole. Or better yet, his hard cock. She groaned, eyes rolling back as she felt his lips back on her neck. She gripped at his hair, inhaling through clenched teeth. "Jungkook, I need you to fuck me." She whined. He moaned, biting her neck again. "I'm going to. Just not yet." He muttered. She growled pathetically, writhing against the door as he maintained the steady torture with his fingers. She couldn't keep her hands still, grabbing at his hair and his shoulder and the door frame as the pleasure built from a subtle warmth to a searing heat, creeping though her limbs and making her weak. "Fuck...I can't.." she choked, not actually knowing what the end of the statement was. Can't stand it. Can't function. Can't breath. Can't wait. The gradual build of her orgasm was now rushing towards her with alarming speed, every careful brush of his fingertips nudging her closer. "Ahhh. Jungkook...fuck" she huffed. He smirked, lifting his head from her neck to kiss her.

It didn't fit. She expected him to ravage her mouth. He didn't. He kissed her softly, his tongue dancing across her lips, barely any pressure, his free hand coming up to stroke her cheek. Emotional whiplash man in full effect. The action of his fingers was making her wild but his kiss was sweet and soothing. It felt so strange to be kissed that way while being held on the very edge of an orgasm. The way he kept the same steady pace was vicious. She wanted him to speed up, go harder, follow the flow of her building release but he didn't. The slow build drew out her pleasure, his pace maddening. A rush of heat flooded through her, stilling her lips against his mouth, making her gasp for air as every muscle in her body constricted. She could hear her own pleasured wails but they didn't sound like any kind of noise she'd ever made before. Her eyes screwed shut, back arching off the door as her orgasm hit violently, heat coursing from her core and seeping though the rest of her body. She panted helplessly, spots dancing in front of her eyes, her muscles slowly realising. When her knees went, he had an arm around her waist to hold her up. "I've got you." He whispered, kissing her jawline softly. His fingers slowed as she began to shudder, instead moving to trace light, ticklish patterns on her thigh. Her head flopped heavily against his shoulder, fingers gripping at his back like he was the only thing keeping her in one piece. She didn't even notice him moving her until she felt herself sinking heavily into her bed. He laid beside her, chin resting in his hand as he smiled, using the other hand to move her hair off her face. She was quiet for a few minutes, slowly calming her ragged breathing down, enjoying the blissful tingles fading out. When her eyes could focus enough, she looked at him and whined quietly, her heart thumping painfully. He was beyond beautiful. A shaky hand lifted to brush a few strands of dark brown hair away from his pretty eyes. "Wow" she whispered. He chuckled, staring back at her. "You can sleep if you want to. I don't mind." He said softly, noticing her still dozy expression. She shook her head. "Don't wanna sleep. Just need a minute." She muttered. "Kiss me."

He did so immediately. She felt liked she'd kissed him so much yet it wasn't even nearly enough. He was the kind of guy you could lose hours of every day just attached to his face. It was something she would never tire of. Her fingers ran through his hair, sighing against his perfect lips. In her post orgasm haze, she just felt soft for him. Everything about him was so enticing, the pull of him overwhelming. She wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry. She gripped him tighter than she needed to, suddenly afraid of what would happen when the night was over. He broke the kiss, frowning at her slightly. "What's wrong?" He whispered, fingers trailing across her swollen lips. She kissed his fingertips, holding onto his wrist as she looked at him. "I just...don't want this to end." She muttered. He smiled, rolling his eyes at her. "It doesn't have to." He said simply. She relaxed a little, returning his smile, then pulling him in for yet more kissing.

The kiss became heated pretty quickly. She'd already had an orgasm but he hadn't. He nipped at her bottom lip, hands roaming all over her. He was pretty notorious for his lack of patience and while he had decidedly more restraint in the bedroom, he wasn't a saint. He'd been hard the entire time he'd been fingering her and while he did get off on watching her pleasure, he was beginning to feel needy. He pushed his hips into her thigh, searching for some friction. She pulled away from his lips with a sullen pout. "Why do you still have so many clothes on?" She whined. He chuckled, pushing himself up into a sitting position and shrugging. "Because you haven't taken them off yet." He replied. She sat too, batting her eyelashes and kissing the end of his nose. "Well that's pretty shitty of me. I'm sorry." She joked, pulling his shirt over his head. She'd wanted to be cute and playful but Jungkook without clothes was no joke. She groaned, eyes lingering on his sculpted chest and tight abs. "Jesusfuck" she muttered, broad shoulders tapered down to a narrow waist, the dark ink circling his right arm contrasted strongly against his skin. She bit her lip, oogling him shamelessly.He chuckled, feeling a little bashful. She trailed her fingertips down his chest, her lip caught between her teeth as they skimmed past his belly button and down to the waistband of his cargo pants. With a flick, the button popped open and he lifted his ass to help her pull them off. She'd barely got them to his thighs when she let out another groan. He was hard. His cock straining against his black boxers, a wet spot at the head where pre-cum had soaked through the material. She abandoned her mission to remove his pants, feeling strangely compelled, almost like she had no control as she leant forward, peeling the tight band of his underwear back just enough to lick the head of his cock. He let out a soft yelp, obviously not expecting the sudden jolt of pleasure. "Shit" he whispered, his hands scooping her hair back from her face as he straightened out his legs and lifted his hips. His boxers were pushed down enough to free him from them. She moaned quietly, her tongue gliding from the base of his dick to the head, following the thick vein that spanned his length. "Fuck sake. Even your cock is pretty." She said huskily, illiciting a moan from him. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft, steering the head towards her lips. He watched, entranced as she slowly swirled her tongue over the head, gathering the sticky pre-cum then retreating back into her mouth, grumbling softly with closed eyes as she tasted him. When her eyes opened and fixed on his, his cock throbbed in her hand. With her hair falling around her face, her darkened, swollen lips parted, her eyes glassy, pupils blown, she looked hungry, lowering herself back down to lick the end of his cock again. He hissed, hands gripping tighter in her hair. "I want to fuck your mouth." He panted. She groaned, dropping his cock, it smacked against his belly as he kicked off his cargo pants furiously.

Once off, she threw a leg over his hips sitting across him as her hands tangled in his hair she she caught his lips in a fierce kiss. He groaned into her mouth, he could feel the heat of her wet pussy against his shaft. It took everything he had not to adjust the angle slightly and slide into her. He wanted to desperately but he also wanted to draw the night out as much as he could. He wanted her cock drunk and helpless by the time he'd finished. He could feel her wriggling, trying to rub herself against his cock as she kissed him. He moaned, shifting his position slightly so that his cock slid between her folds, gently rocking so that the head grazed her clit. She whined, breaking the kiss, her head flopping agaisnt his shoulder as she bucked against him. "Fuck me." She whimpered. He smirked, catching her earlobe between his teeth and nibbling softly. "Uh uh" he teased, still undulating his hips to rub his shaft against her clit. "Need you to help me first." He forced her head up, nipping her bottom lip between his thumb and index finger. "Need to fuck this pretty little mouth." He grunted. She moaned, nodding. He smirked, guiding her off him. She slid off the bed, falling to her knees and opening her mouth expectantly. He scrambled over, threading his fingers through her hair as he gripped his throbbing dick and guided it past her lips. He felt her warm, wet mouth engulf him and shuddered, his head falling back, his hips beginning to move slowly, thrusting his cock in and out of her soft mouth. She placed her hands on his muscular thighs, watching his face crease in pleasure as she let him literally fuck her mouth. Her tongue slithered all over his thrusting cock, her mouth filling with saliva as the head hit the back of her throat and she tried to swallow the urge to gag. She stayed still, feeling the needy ache between her thighs grow almost out of control as he used her mouth. His hands tugged at her hair, controlling her movement, sinking his cock deeper and deeper into her throat. Her eyes started to water, gasping for air between his thrusts as he lost himself. His moans initially breathy and quiet were getting louder and higher in pitch. His slow, methodical thrusts were getting quicker, more desperate as he babbled words of praise between moans. "Fuck. So good. Just like that. Yes. Yes." She felt his thighs tense, his muscles rigid. "Fuck, gonna cum. Don't wanna stop. Don't wanna stop." He whined. She moved one hand from his thigh, cupping his balls and squeezing softly. He mewled in surprise and suddenly she felt the spurts of hot cum fill her mouth. He shuddered viciously, hands pulling her hair painfully but unable to relax his clenched fists. She continued to gently run her tongue across the head of his dick, feeling it pulse and twitch as he emptied in her throat. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." He whimpered, his grip loosening. He'd barely stopped cumming when he untangled his hands and dropped down to his knees in front of her. "Are you alright?" He asked between gasps of air. She swallowed the mouthful he'd just given her and smiled. He'd literally just cum and his first action was to check on her. "I'm fine" she whispered, pulling his head against her shoulder where he crumpled pathetically, still panting and whining softly at the aftershocks of pleasure running though him. She ran her fingers through his hair, smiling. He was sweaty and the perfectly straightened hair she'd given him was now wavy and damp.

He allowed himself a few minutes to recover, his legs shaky and his lungs burning for air as the warm, tingly satisfying feeling of his orgasm flooded through him and gently eased. He liked the calming touch of her fingers in his hair and the cool feel of her skin against his burning flesh. He felt her pressing kisses to his shoulder and smiled, lifting his head to meet her eyes. "That was....so good." He chuckled. She grinned proudly. "Sorry I didn't warn you...or pull out. I wouldn't usually just cum in your mouth without asking but...fuck, I thought I could hold on a bit longer." He smiled. She giggled, shaking her head. "It's ok. I wanted you to." She grinned. "It was really hot. I really like doing that to you." She admitted. He grinned, curling a strand of her hair around his fingers. "You can do that to me whenever the fuck you want to." He laughed. "Don't tell me that. You'll spend your entire life with your dick in my mouth." She grinned. "Sounds good to me." He shrugged. They both laughed. He stood, offering his hand to pull her up too. He kissed her, standing at the end of the bed, naked bodies pressed together as his hands wandered up and down her back. He could taste himself of her lips and though the thought of it would usually make him feel kind of weird, he just found it incredibly hot. "You taste like my cum" he whispered against her lips, tongue delving deeper into her mouth. She moaned against his lips. "Are you trying to kill me?" She breathed. He chuckled, pushing her back gently until she collided with the bed and fell backwards onto it. "Maybe" he shrugged, crawling into the bed between her legs. She gasped, shuffling backwards. "What you doing?" She muttered. He pushed her legs apart, biting his lip as he looked unabashedly at her glistening pussy. "Hungry." He grunted, dropping down onto his elbows and kissing her thigh. "You're going to kill me." She hissed, watching him kiss closer to her throbbing core. "Shhh. I'm busy." He muttered, teasingly running his tongue along the crease where her leg met her groin. Her breath caught in her throat. Just the sight of his head between her legs had her pussy contracting.

"Jungkook, I..." He stopped her, mid sentence by swiping his tongue through her folds. "Oh my god." She panted. He smirked, another long lick from hole to clit, groaning as the taste of her tingled on his tongue. "Fuck. You taste so good." He murmured. He curled his arms around her thighs, spreading her legs further so that her pussy was open and on display. A groan rattled in his throat, his teeth clamping down on his bottom lip before he leant forward and flicked his tongue against her leaking hole, feeling the ring of muscle contract wildly, trying to draw something inside. "You need a cock in you, huh?" He muttered, talking to her pussy. He flicked his tongue once more watching the muscles contract again. "I know you're needy. Just wait a little longer. I need to make her cum again and then I'm all yours. Promise." He whispered.

She watched in amazement. He was nestled comfortably between her parted legs, talking to her vagina like it was a separate entity. She knew Jungkook had a habit of talking to inanimate objects, she'd seen him apologise to chairs when he'd walked into them and ask his food if it was cool enough to eat yet but she'd never imagined in a billion years that that extended to pussy too. When he spoke to chairs, it was adorable. When he spoke to her pussy, it was mind meltingly sexy. She kind of wanted to sit there, third wheeling while he had a whole ass conversation with it. Another flick of his tongue broke her thought then as his tongue fluttered up to her clit, her mind went completely blank. He ate pussy the way he ate noodles, slurping, sucking, lips and tongue. Repeat until insane. He didn't seem to care about the sloppy sounds or lip smacking. He was a noisy eater and she fucking loved it. He dived in enthusiastically and for a woman, there was nothing sexier than a guy who ate pussy because he loved it, not because he felt he had to. He groaned happily, his tongue everywhere, lips closing around her clit, sucking and licking her most sensitive spot until he had to tighten his grip on her thighs to keep her still. Her orgasm built quickly, her hips writhing as she clawed at the sheets beneith her, legs kicking involuntarily under his vice like grip. He moaned, forcing her legs up, his hands behind her knees as he hovered over her, head moving as he made out with her clit like it was her mouth. He didn't stop as her orgasm hit, sucking and licking at her pussy until she was convulsing, her cries somewhere between pleasure and distress. "AHHHH JUNGKOOK, PLEASE" she wailed. "Want me to stop?" He panted quickly, his tongue swirling against her overly sensative clit once again. "YES. NO. I DON'T KNOW" she squealed. It felt too intense. Almost painful. But so good. Unlike anything she'd ever felt before. Her past experiences had all ended as soon as she'd cum but apparently that didn't necessarily mean the end to Jungkook. She crushed the pillow to her face, barely muffling the strangled moans escaping her. "Oh fuck. I'm gonna cum again." She cried. This pleasure was different. Sharper. Her muscles burned, being tensed for too long but unable to relax under his persistent tongue. Her mouth dropped open in a silent scream, her vision went blank, her skin felt on fire and then the raging, hot, sharp pleasure eased. Her muscles slowly unwound and she practically melted into the bed. He was beside her without her even noticing him move. Gentle kisses peppered her face and he moved her sweaty hair back. "Just breath babygirl" he cooed. "Are you alright? Too much?" He whispered. She shook her head, grabbing for his hand and clutching it as her senses returned. "Need you in me." She growled, throwing the pillow aside.

Something about her last orgasm had snapped her resolve and even though the pleasent tingles still washed through her, she couldn't think of anything other than how empty she felt. She'd been craving his cock inside her since they'd kissed against the door and that was hours ago. She couldn't stand another minute of teasing and Jungkooks cocky smirk wasn't helping her any. "Ooh. I really drove you crazy." He teased. "Remind me to do that again..." He kissed her, his tongue teasing her lips and leaving the taste of herself behind, "..and again" He nibbled her bottom lip softly, "...and again!" He whispered. She glared at him as he smiled widely, his nose crinkling. "Don't bunny smile at me." She hissed. He laughed, trailing his fingers across her stomach. "I thought you liked the duality thing. That's what you said earlier." He grinned. "I do...but can you save the bunny bit until after you've fucked me." She whined. He laughed harder. "If you wanna fuck, I'm not stopping you." He shrugged. She eyed him for a second then pushed him onto his back, throwing her leg over his hips. He hummed appreciatively, biting his lip as his eyes roamed slowly down her body, taking his hard cock in his hand and rubbing it against her pussy. "Y'know, I've just had an orgasm. My legs are still wobbly. If you were a gentleman you'd do the work." She smirked, grinding against his cock. He laughed, raising an eyebrow. "Oh is that right?"

He sat up suddenly, sending her flying backwards, she screeched and giggled, grabbing onto his arms as he flipped them so that he was on top of her. He took her hands, pinning them either side of her head. "I was letting you take control cause you said you wanted to fuck. But now..." He paused, kissing her, groaning into her mouth as his tongue slid against hers. "...I'm in control...and I don't wanna fuck. I'm gonna go nice...and slow." He grinned as she started to protest, taking his dick in his hand and rubbing the end against her hole, chuckling as her words stopped instantly. "Yeah, thought that'd shut you up." He lined up, pushing forward, his eyes fluttering as he felt the soft slick heat stretch and swallow the tip. She tried to raise her hips but he pinned them down with a smirk, kissing her softly before resting his forehead against hers. "No baby. Slowly." He breathed, pushing forward a little more. He savoured the feeling of her tight, hot pussy accepting him inch by inch until his hips were flush against hers. He exhaled heavily, his eyes closing as he pressed his lips to hers hungrily. "Wrap your legs around me" he whispered, looking into her lust filled eyes. With her hips lifted, it changed the angle allow him even deeper. "Oh fuck" she grunted, her hands clenched against his shoulders. "Too deep?" He muttered. She shook her head. She felt stretched and filled completely. He was deep enough to make her toes curl. He withdrew just as slowly, whining, his mouth falling open and his brow creasing. "Oh shit." He groaned. He'd wanted to go slow. To tease her until she couldn't stand it anymore but he was the one who gave in first. She was hot and tight and velvety soft. His stomach tightened, his hips moving faster automatically. He kissed her desperately, moans mingling together along with their tongues. Every time he started to pull out, her walls clamped around him, holding and squeezing his throbbing cock. He could barely form a thought, feverishly driving his cock into her over and over as she moaned beneath him. He could feel her getting tighter and wetter. He forced his eyes open. "Look at me" he panted. Her eyes opened, glassy and unfocused. He moaned deeply, the pleasured expression etched on his face along with the sounds he was making only pushed her closer to release. He looked and sounded so fucking sexy, the perfect drag of his thick, hot cock, so hard, so deep, she'd never felt anything like it. She felt like everything about him was designed to please. "Jungkook..." she purred, her hips rolling and bucking in rhythm with his. "Fuck. I'm so close." He moaned. She bit her lip. His golden skin gleamed as sweat began to roll down his neck and onto his chest. Her back arched, the steady thrust of his cock pounding into her driving her closer and closer. She gripped his back, her nails clenching. He felt the bite of pain and hissed, thrusting harder. "Let go baby. Let me see you come undone one more time." He growled. It was like she didn't have a choice, her body simply obeying, her orgasm shattering through her. He felt it, the hard clench of her walls followed by the rapid pulsing, milking his cock, pulling his cum from him. His steady rhythm faltered, his head dropping onto her shoulder as he fucked through the pleasure, his cum spilling deep inside her making his thrusting sloppier. He was still twitching as his arms gave out and he flopped heavily down on top of her, gasping for air, his head swimming and buzzing. He could feel her hot, ragged breath against his ear. He wanted to move off of her, check she was ok, do something but he couldn't move. He felt heavy, his mind cloudy. He just about managed to throw his leg over her hips and slither beside her, dozily pulling her into his arms as he pressed soft, breathless kisses to her forehead. "Roll" he mumbled, tapping her hip. She forced herself onto her side, grumbling contentedly as he curled up behind her, spooning her. "I think I'm gonna pass out." She whispered, giggling weakly. He chuckled, his own eyes heavy, the urge to sleep clawing

at him insistently. "Sleep. I'm not going anywhere." He muttered.

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casnextdoor · 3 years

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Hi love!! Dropping this here because I can't seem to get it out my head. But I need a drabble and you're the best person for it rn. Tattoos. I need absolute focus on tattoos. Gimme sweet loving aftercare where member x reader reminisces tattoos, why that tattoo, and traces their fingers! lips! bodies! against each other during the aftersexiness. Have fun 😉

let the record show that she sent this in a little while ago and i am just getting around to writing it !

warning; mention of sex, slight possessiveness, jk is a lil jealous but not over the top, mention of tattoos and piercing (one)

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His hands were gentle. Soft in the way he touched you; a stark contrast to the way he took you just moments earlier. His words were nurturing, wrapping you in a verbal blanket of comfort. You couldn’t help but smile at the code switch, remembering how just moments ago you were his dumb little slut. Jeon Jungkook was something else.

His fingers traced lightly over the cluster of black roses inked into the skin of your thigh, following the curve of your ass and hip, stopping at your waist. He was there the night you got it on a whim. He remembers you promising that he could color it in with markers when the swelling went down. He remembered the way your face contorted in pain and the way you squeezed his hand tightly. He remembered watching the tattoo artist rub vaseline on it, mesmerized by the way the skin rippled under the artist’s touch. He remembered the way he took you in the back seat of his car for what felt like hours. He especially remembered the swell of pride that set off in his chest as he watched you limp around the house in a pair of his boxers.

Next was the Japanese kanji tattoo on the arch of your spine dragging all the way up to in between your shoulder blades. He hummed in recognition as he traced the tattoo he’d touched thousands of times before.

“Baby, what’re you doing?” Your eyes were closed and you were curled into his side, enjoying the post-nut clarity and the musky glow that remained after a beautiful night. He smiled fondly, watching you mindlessly do the same thing he was just doing.

“Reminiscing, my love. Do you remember when you got this?” His fingers continued their tracing, writing out the lines of the kanji from muscle memory.

You smiled a little. Remembering well the way Jungkook had stared, threateningly, at the tattoo artist the lower he went down your back. You remembered the little threats he whispered, as if you couldn’t hear him. You remembered him making you take your shirt off and wear his jacket backwards out of the shop so you wouldn’t irritate the swollen skin.

“Of course I remember. You couldn’t keep your hands to yourself afterward. Had to pull over into an abandoned gas station.” He remembered clearly, having had his way with you on the hood of his car. Seemed to be a reoccurring theme with Jungkook; tattoo then car sex.

“Mm, I got my birth year tattoo the next day.” He grimaced at the memory, making you laugh loudly into the crook of his neck. His skin heated up in embarrassment, but his grimace quickly became a smile at the sound of your glee.

“In my defense. I forgot I made the home call to get it matching with the guys, so when they showed up, I was a little surprised.” The memory of BamBam, Mark and Yugyeom showing up late the next afternoon for their home call tattoo appointment, to find you bare and sprawled out on the fur surface rug, a black silk sheet stopping just above your ass, giving them the perfect view of your newest piece of body art.

You remember a loud collection of gasps and Jungkook yelling woke you up from your sleep, only to be thrown into a loud fit of laughter at Jungkook whose arms were flailing animatedly at his friends.

“Baby,” He had said, “Please wrap the sheets around you and go put clothes on.” He had sounded defeated and disappointed in himself, so you wrapped the sheet around your body, past him with a kiss and when he’d seen you again, you were fully clothed. Still, you’d sat in his lap his entire appointment, ignoring the possessive arm that hung loosely over your legs.

“It's okay, my love. Pussy slapped the memory out of your brain.” Jungkook only laughed and continued his tracing.

He had worked his way up your back, across your arm, over your neck, where you had the word Euphoria tatted in a fancy cursive, up your throat and stopped at your lips.

He traced the curve of your lips, thumb pressing down a bit on your cupid's bow, where a little sapphire jewelry piece sat, beautifully.

When his finger came around to your bottom lip, he pulled down, giving him a perfect view of what he was looking for.

Jungkook .

It was small and written in his handwriting. He’d licked this very piece of ink more times than he could really imagine but seeing it, reminded him that you were his. It reminded everyone that you were his. That you belonged to Jeon Jungkook just as much as he belonged to you. Hearing you say it wasn’t enough. He needed to see it. And maybe that was selfish. Because he knew that you would do anything to prove yourself to him. But he demanded anyway, and like the good little girl you were, you’d gotten it done without a second thought.

He let his hand drop to your neck, squeezing just a bit before speaking.

“Who do you belong to?” He’d pulled you closer by your neck, lips lightly skimming yours, keeping them just out of your reach.

“You.”

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sebstanseabass · 3 years

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Afterglow (A Bucky Barnes AU fan fiction) - Chapter 22

Afterglow chapters

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Tag: @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

The next few weeks went by in utter bliss.

The days after the pitch presentation with the marketing team were spent shooting the models in Sam's building. When Bucky told me you'd had assistants for the shoot, you thought that he was just joking or just wanted to make you feel better but you knew now to believe everything he would tell you. It was the first time you'd had people help you work; the first time you had to order people around. You had people working for the lights, reflectors, fans, backdrops, wardrobe, and make-up. You also had people sitting behind two large desktops connected to your new camera to skim over the photos. You would head over there for every five minutes to look at the photos and if you found something that could work better, you'd have another round with the models.

Considering it was the first time you've handled professional models and athletes in photoshoots, you did excellent and handled everything smoothly. Even Sharon knew it, giving you a small reassuring smile from time to time.

Speaking of Sharon, she actually helped you with the models' wardrobe, and got every new clothing from their inventory, making sure everything and everyone were photographed. She was still walking around with her clipboard close to her chest. She never walked the grounds without it.

Sam would go in and out from time to time. With the other matters he had in his hands, countless partnership meetings on-site and online, it was understandable.

But you knew he trusted me in this. After all, you were partners in this project.

Meanwhile, Bucky had made himself comfortable watching you from the corner of the studio. He made himself too comfortable watching you the whole time you were working that the models thought he was planning something heinous. You laughed them off and told them you were dating.

"Isn't he too old for you?" One model had asked.

"Doesn't really matter to me." You turned your head and glanced at Bucky, his eyes glistening as he stared at you. You bit your lip and faced the model. "Plus, he's hot. I would be crazy not to jump on that."

If only Nat could hear you, you knew she'd be proud.

Even though the two-day shoots were brutal, you felt a sense of satisfaction wash over you. More when you finally had to do post-production the following week which meant editing the photos.

As promised, you spent your break time over at Bucky's penthouse, naked in his living room, his master bedroom, the kitchen, and his home office. Your legs would be trembling during the shoot but you persevered. You didn't want Bucky to see you weak while working, even though it turned him on. It wasn't helping that he was watching you the whole time. You couldn't see him but you always felt his eyes on you.

The Falcons' new release was set to be launched a month and a half later, just weeks after Bucky's birthday (I'll get to Bucky's birthday in a bit, 'cause that was a whole other thing kept at the back of my mind, you thought). There were still a lot of things happening with advertising and marketing such as the new website, and pages on social media platforms and new packaging.

After the project with Sam, your paycheck came one Monday morning in the mail. Peter kept asking you how much you were paid but you never told him because if you did, he'd let you pay the next six month's rent — and that wasn't even just for your half. It would be for the both of you. You would gladly pay of course, seeing that he's helped you enough financially but you wanted to invest this money to earn more. The paycheck wouldn't stop there, of course. Sam would still pay you if your photos ever get on billboards across any city or when he opens up a new branch.

Sam referred you to a couple more guys he knew. One who needed to photograph models for a skincare brand he'd been rebranding for the past couple of weeks and one who needed to photograph paintings to be sold online. They weren't as big as Sam's business but were big enough in the industry. The production of both were still in the talk.

The next day, you and Bucky went studio hunting downtown. Obviously, your little home studio wasn't fit for incoming clients and this was surely an investment you couldn't pass upon. After renting and earning more profit, you figured you could move into another studio and buy it; a permanent place where you could freely work.

While studio hunting, Bucky insisted to buy the place that you wanted — or better yet, buy a much bigger place so you wouldn't have to move to another studio. But you've already made up your mind. You told him you wanted to do this your own way, with the money you've earned. After signing the contract and lease with your name on it, Bucky hugged you from behind. The property agent eyed you.

"At least let me buy you something, doll." He whispered in your hair as soon as you were left alone. You stood at the center of the empty office, overlooking the busy streets of New York City through the glass walls. "Please."

You met his arms with your hands, pulling him closer. You leaned on his chest, sighing at the comfort his arms gave you. "Even if I tell you no, I know you're still going to do it."

"You're damn right. Do you have anything in mind you might like?"

You turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck. "Surprise me."

He chewed his inner cheeks before dipping his head to yours, your lips meeting each other. "Oh, I definitely will."

The next day, a whole studio setup filled the used-to-be-empty studio. Complete with backdrops, lights, light boxes, and reflectors. In your new office was a fully furnished desk, complete with a desktop setup where you could edit photos.

You looked at him with wide eyes, ready to lecture him that this was all too much and that you definitely made it clear that you wanted to do all of this by yourself.

Bucky had caught your expression early on, scared that you might have our first argument.

"Before you say anything, this wasn't all me. I figured out a loophole on how I could buy you the things you need for this studio and at the same time, still make you like me and would still make you want to rip my clothes off."

"What did you do this time, James?"

"All of this," he said, gesturing to all the equipment in the studio, "was both me and Sam. Think of it as an investment. If you can get more work and clients, then you can keep everything but if you can't, we'll pull them all out. When you afford to buy everything here, only then can you pay us. This little string here," he pointed to the both of you, "is just business."

You looked at him in disbelief. "Just business?"

He bit his lip. "Okay, maybe a bit of pleasure too."

"A bit?"

"Maybe a whole lot." He shrugged.

"And the whole idea was... just you?"

"Just me, sweetheart. Plain James Buchanan Barnes. You get me, you get the whole package."

"And besides money what will you get out of this little investment idea of yours?"

"I have little care about the money, honestly." He said. "But I'm doing all this for you and you is all I care about."

"You're damn lucky I like you, James."

"Like me enough to have some hot sex right here, right now?"

You smirked, pressing your crotch against his, teasing him. "I get the whole package, right?"

Bucky took you from behind. Your tight skirt hiked up to your waist. Your tits bouncing against the fabric of the beige curtains, your hands gripping them as hard as you could as Bucky thrusted himself hard and deep behind you, his hands either on your hips, your hair, your neck or your breasts. And as you both finished, the curtain rod broke in half, making you and Bucky topple on the ground, the huge curtains falling down on your bodies. The bright sun radiating across the room, the view of the streets startling you.

Laughter filled the room as you stared at each other. The look of exhaustion still evident in your faces and body.

"You're buying me new curtains." You breathed out.

"Me?" He chuckled. "You're the one who pulled them off!"

"The reason why was you."

"I have a better idea."

"I doubt that."

"We should just get these windows tinted." He smirked under the curtains and rolled over towards you, his arms wrapped around your waist. "That way we could just ravish each other in front of this goddamn city without anyone ever seeing us. How does that sound, doll?"

You hummed, brushing your nose against his. "Tempting."

"Is that a yes?"

You shrugged, pulling away from him. "You have to convince me more, Mr. Barnes."

"Oh babydoll, you're gonna regret saying those words."

The following weeks with Bucky was all you could ever ask for but it was getting harder and harder to hide all of this from Peter. Your time together was spent in the confines of Bucky's expensive penthouse when he wasn't in meetings and when you weren't busy finishing the setup in your new studio.

All day you'd cuddle up, watch movies, read books, and just talk more about the beauty and perils of life.

You couldn't go out that much because you couldn't risk Peter or any of Peter's friends to see you and Bucky around. When you visited the bar one day and told Nat all about it, she told you to go to places Peter and any of his friends will never be at.

"Besides, isn't Peter always working?" She asked as you sat down on the booth.

"We still don't want to risk it."

"So, go with my plan."

"Hey," you said, finally thinking her idea was a good one, "how's it going with Steve?"

She shrugged, chewing on her lower lip. You eyed her suspiciously. "Uh-oh, what's wrong?"

"It's still good but..." she paused, her eyes strained. "He's been acting strange lately."

"Isn't he always?" You chuckled. "You may not notice this 'cause you're sleeping with him but he's a bit peculiar for a man his age. Always cramped up in that little office of his. Seriously, how on earth do you have sex in there?"

"I'm bendy, bitch."

"Never should've asked." You mumbled, getting the picture of Nat, well, bending, out of your head.

"Anyway," she sighed, "it's just... he's acting really weird. I can't even begin to explain it. I think something happened."

"Do you think it's about you two?"

"I doubt that." She frowned. "I just know it's something else."

"You want me to talk to him? I'm like a little sister to him." You replied. "Sorta. It's a weird dynamic, I know."

"Sure, if you ever catch him in the office. He's barely even here."

You nodded, taking the new information in. "Now, that's a whole level of weird for Steve."

"Maybe he's just having problems with the bar or something." You shrugged.

"If he did, he'd be here in the bar. I tried talking to him but he says he's just fine. I don't know, I'm just letting him be. It's not like we're in a relationship."

You and Nat talked a bit more about Steve right before her shift started. Then the next day, you gave Bucky a map and marked all the places you could go to without risking being seen. Brooklyn was the only place Peter would never go to. You thought about Queens but May, Peter's aunt, lives around that area.

Brooklyn was no Upper West or Upper East side but it didn't matter to you or to Bucky. You had each other; just the two of us — in the restaurant & lounge, movie theater (where we always end up making out), Barnes & Noble, local coffee shops (where we read the books we've bought), and in the streets of Brooklyn. Strolling hand in hand, stealing kisses on every empty corner, and you taking photos and videos of the beautiful landscape, and the beautiful man who managed to steal your heart.

All the rendezvous with Bucky felt like you were a married woman having an affair — without the secret handwritten letters.

But everything was in place and your heart was full. It was so full it could almost explode.

Spending all the time in his penthouse, in Brooklyn and your studio made me miss your rooftop. A place you've claimed yours and Bucky's; a place he'd claimed you his, and he, yours. You wished we could just go there freely, without having to worry Peter seeing you together doing unspeakable things to one another.

And yes, telling Peter was getting much harder as the month went by.

Back in the Upper West Side, nothing much was going on in the bar. You barely see Steve (though according to Nat, he comes in the bar every now and then), Nat was still Nat of course (and nothing much had changed in whatever was going on between her and Steve), Nick got better at making drinks (thank the heavens for that), Sam would give you constant updates whenever he came with Bucky in the bar, and Peter had been having problems with his marketing team and Wanda's vision for the clothing line they landed.

Now that was something you couldn't believe and was the reason you and Bucky kept postponing on telling him.

Peter was constantly in a bad mood. It got to one point where he wanted to quit the team.

After that, you went to pay Wanda a visit at her studio. You found her sitting in her office in deep thoughts. She was surprised to see you but managed to put on a smile when she approached you with a hug. You offered if you could get coffee from a coffee shop down the block and there you talked about the conflict happening between her and Peter's team.

Boy, when you and Sharon had had an argument, you thought that was already big. But Wanda's case was much bigger.

"This isn't a collaboration anymore. It feels like my artistic vision has no place in it. It's like they're telling me, 'hey, you have a camera just shoot whatever we want you to shoot the way we want it to be shot.' I keep telling them that's not how it works. They keep throwing in my face that they hired me, that they're paying me." Wanda being Wanda, kept on and on and on. "... and that roommate of yours is no help either. He just stays silent the whole time during those god awful meetings. We're already behind track and apparently it's my fault. Can you believe it? God, I don't know what to do. I've never had a marketing team work alongside me before! Have you at least talked to Peter about it?"

You raised your eyebrows, taking a sip of the coffee. "Oh, I wouldn't wanna talk to Parker. He's been in quite a mood."

"Too bad, I was kind of hoping you could knock some sense into him. Should I just quit?"

You talked for about two hours in the coffee shop catching up. It felt kind of rude to talk to her about The Falcons but she insisted. And she genuinely looked and sounded so happy for you, which made you feel a bit guilty for being so envious of her success.

You parted ways in her studio but before you could even get out of her office and go to Brooklyn to meet with Bucky, Wanda called out your name and handed you a film camera.

And it wasn't just any film camera. It was yours — the one that she borrowed back in college.

"It's long overdue, y/n. I was just finding the right time to give it back to you."

You gave her a reassuring smile, telling her it's okay. Hell, you even forgot you lended it to her until today. "Thanks, Wanda."

"I haven't had the film developed, by the way. I took a couple of photos before realizing I've run out. I didn't want to get them developed since most of the photos are yours."

After that, you convinced Bucky to go to some shops in Brooklyn where you could get them developed but he insisted you should just make the little spare room in the studio into a dark room. You didn't know why you agreed but you did, anyway. Bucky always had a way with words. Or perhaps it was because of his intoxicating voice. Either way, you were addicted to every part of him. He could try to persuade you in gibberish and you'd still say yes.

It was already the week before Bucky's birthday. You've already met with your new clients, began planning pre-production, and almost finished setting up the studio, yet your brain was still racking what on earth to get Bucky for his birthday.

Howard picked you up in your studio an hour after your meetings and thanked him as you got out. Leonard greeted you inside and led you towards the elevator that goes right up to Bucky's penthouse.

Bucky just came out of his study when you greeted him with a kiss, his phone in his hand.

"So, who was on the phone? Parker?" You asked as soon as you sat down on the couch.

"That was Tony."

You pursed your lips and nodded, caressing the top of his head. "Tony's been calling you a lot lately." You commented, recalling the times you've seen Tony's name on Bucky's phone screen. "Is everything fine?"

"It's kind of weirding me out too, doll but this time, I kind of figured why he called."

You frowned and stopped playing with his hair. "What do you mean?"

"It's the first time in five years I'm in New York for my birthday and knowing him, I know he'd throw me this huge party." Bucky chuckled. "And I couldn't say no because well... It's Tony — "

You smiled at him. "That's really sweet of him! He must've been missing you a lot."

"I'm not done yet, doll." He placed his finger on your lips.

You giggled and hid how easily that gesture turned you on.

"The birthday party has a theme." With his finger still on your lips, you waited for him to finish. Something you always anticipated in bed. "It's the Great Gatsby."

Your mouth fell agape, smiling at him. In your head, you were already seeing him in a neat, dazzling vintage suit. "Oh my god, why do you look so glum? It sounds like a great party!"

He shrugged. "Honestly, I just want to spend my birthday with you." He pecked your lips then whispered. "No fancy party. Just you."

You kissed him back, then placed your head on his shoulder. "I'd love that too, boo but I'm nothing compared to a Great Gatsby party."

"You couldn't be more wrong, sweetheart." He sighed, pulling you up to his lap. "I'd choose you over any fancy party. I just want you."

"You still have to go, Bucky."

He groaned, dipping his head on your shoulder as he pulled you closer, his hands tight on the sides of your thighs. "I don't want to."

"You have to." You giggled, lifting his head. You put your hands on his jaws, looking straight at him. "Okay?"

"I'm turning thirty-nine in a week, y/n. I'm too old for a costume party."

"Puh-lease." You scoffed. "You streaked in the streets of Greece when you turned thirty-four and you're telling me you're too old for a costume party?"

He groaned, throwing his head back. "Why do you always bring that up, doll?"

"It's one of my favorite stories I've been told about my boyfriend." You smirked, bringing his head back in between his shoulders. "It would be my favorite if I were with you."

Bucky sent you a glare. "No way am I letting other people see you naked. Never in a million years."

You shrugged. "You almost did when we had sex that one time in my office, Buck. Come on, go to the party. It's your party, anyway."

He chuckled, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. He tucked it behind your ear. You smiled at the gesture. "If anything, it's Tony's party, Not mine. He's sort of a diva."

"He's still throwing it because of you. Come on, boo."

A moment of silence occurred.

"You're coming with me, then." He replied. "I'm not going if you're not going."

You hummed, looking up at the ceiling. "Let's see... A party with my boyfriend, his adoptive father who's one of the richest people ever to exist on this planet, and his stepbrother. Well, it's a party but not that fancy."

He moaned. "Then be my date in secret. Come on, doll, we've been really good at it. We can sneak out for a few minutes and make out. That way, I could still be with you."

You knitted your brows. "That sounds more like Romeo and Juliet. Not the Great Gatsby."

He chuckled, kissing the tip of your nose. "Come on, y/n. It's my birthday. Don't I get special treatment on my special day?"

You looked at him with narrowed eyes, knowing he would never drop this. The worry of a party with the person you had been avoiding the past month was settling inside but Bucky's arms around your waist made that all disappear.

"Fine." You sighed. "Your wish is my command, Mr. Barnes."

Bucky smiled in victory, leaning in closer to your face. His lips brushed against yours. "Wishes, baby. That's not the only wish I want."

"You have two more then."

"Oh wait, I should rub you first after making a wish, right?"

You shook your head. "Don't push it."

He sneered, carefully rubbing your thighs. "My second wish would be me buying you a dress but don't let me see it until my birthday comes."

You hadn't had any chance to argue because well, it would be his birthday. And you couldn't resist Bucky.

I don't think I ever could.

"Deal." You sealed it with a small kiss then stood up from his lap. "Only if you let me go shopping now,"

"Now? Like, right now? It's a bit too early, don't you think?"

You nodded and gave him a playful smile. "It is. I just wanted to tease you with a little secret I'll be bringing home with me tonight."

"Oh no," he reached out his arms, "don't do that to me. Come on, get back here. I have a better idea."

You sighed, getting back on his lap, straddling him. "Of course, you do."

"I'll have someone over here tomorrow. I'll have one of the best dressmakers here to make you something gorgeous. How does that sound?"

"It sounds expensive." You warned. "But wonderful. I'll be here in the morning."

After spending another hour at Bucky's, discussing what could've been his birthday plans with me (a simple rooftop dinner, where we could get drunk and have drunk sex underneath the tent — that was just one of the crazy options he offered), you went straight to the bar and looked for Nat, hoping she could help me what to get for Bucky on his birthday.

As you got there, you barged inside only to find the bar empty. You looked around, wondering why there were no people inside only to realize it was two in the afternoon and it was a Monday. You looked back on the door, wondering why it was open. Then, it hit you: Steve. He must be here.

"Steve?" You called out as you neared his office. "Steve, you here?"

No answer.

You knocked on the door and called out his name one more time but you were only met with silence. Without hesitation, you opened Steve's door. You were greeted with a pile of papers. It was like they were growing from the ground.

"Steve?" You called out once more but there was still no answer. You walked around the room to find more papers. You picked one up, seeing it was a newspaper dated back 2012. It was an article about an explosion that happened in the Upper East Side. But you couldn't see the details since only the headline was in sight. It seemed like the whole article had been cut or shredded.

You wondered if Steve was the one who wrote it.

It was the first time you ever got a good look in his office. Inside were dusty. To think that he spends most of his time here, he'd bother to clean once in a while.

On the back of his table were a bunch of photographs lined up. Some of his family, you assumed, fishing on a lake. Then, something caught your eye: a small framed picture that was facing down.

Curious, you slowly picked it up.

An audible gasp came out of your mouth when you saw the photo.

It was Bucky and Steve.

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renegadeontherunn · 3 years

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hi fiona!! can't wait to see all the prompts you'll write! how about 21 for rex and ahsoka?

!!! kt!!! thank you so much for the ask!!! asjkdlkas someone tell me how to write less please AKJSDSAKK

21. "Why are you always so reckless, huh? Do you ever think about what would happen if something happened to you?" // from these prompts! // read it on ao3!

They limped—or at least, Ahsoka limped—up through the forest and eventually emerged at the edge of the hill where peach-orange grass gave way to a navy cliffside. There was a jagged path carved out, wide enough for them to get across in 2, maybe 3 lines. She could make out dark blotches a few miles away—Anakin’s ships. So they had been able to land. That made one of them.

“We should go around,” Rex’s gruff voice said as he came up behind her. Ahsoka looked over her shoulder at him. He eyed the dropoff warily. “There are rockslides this time of year and I don’t trust this cliff.”

Ahsoka turned back, head craning up to examine it. “That’ll take too long.” She nodded toward the other ships in the distance. “Anakin needs our help and this is the fastest way to the landing zone.” She stepped onto the path, one hand on the cliffside to steady herself.

Rex moved forward. “Commander—”

“It’s fine, Rex. We have to help Anakin.” She tried to ignore the scorching pain shooting up her leg. Her shoulders moved with a breath. “Trust me on this one.”

She was stopped by a warm hand on her arm. “It’s not safe. Especially with our wounded.” Ahsoka could feel his eyes on her leg. “We can’t help General Skywalker if we’re dead.”

“Rex—”

“All due respect, Commander, trust me on this one.”

Ahsoka gritted her teeth, shifting once again to face him. Her mind briefly raced through alternatives, outcomes, a headcount, and with one more twinge in her ankle, she sighed and relented. “You’re right.”

Rex gave her a nod and turned to direct the troops back around.

Her eyes found the horizon once more and Anakin’s ships that rested there. She had a bad feeling about this battle. Something was going to go—

“Commander?” came Rex’s voice at her shoulder. Ahsoka didn’t look at him, instead closing her eyes, brow furrowed as she listened, as she felt. The ground shook lightly under her feet, the faint screech of metal against metal, metal against stone. “What is it?”

Ahsoka came up from beneath the waves of the Force, eyes opening as she unhooked her lightsabers. “We’ve got company.” As soon as the words left her mouth, a battalion of black-plated droids materialized around the curve of the cliff. They stopped in what seemed like surprise, and there was a shout from Rex. Her side shot first, quick as they’ve always been, and in a breath, Ahsoka was deflecting bolts from every direction.

It was a pretty typical battle, as far as strategy goes, and Ahsoka found herself getting lost as the droids approached and withdrew in turn, her spinning lightsabers loops of light in clouding dust.

Rex appeared at her side. “What’s the plan?”

“You said there are rockslides here?” She sliced through another two droids.

He stopped shooting, incredulous gaze boring into her even through his helmet. “No.”

Ahsoka twisted in front of him, habitually falling back into their familiar sword-and-shield technique. Rex’s pistols were in the air once more, his aim deadly even as he kept his focus on their conversation.

“We wanted to go around anyway. Why not block them here?”

A shot skimmed off Rex’s shoulder. “You’re not serious. That’ll get us all killed.”

“No, it won’t,” Ahsoka insisted. “Just get all the men off the path and onto the hill. I’ll bring the cliff down in front of us.”

She risked a glance behind her and, seeing that everyone was off the cliffside already, Ahsoka pushed Rex back. She steadied herself in the Force and pulled.

The ground rumbled, there was the sound of crunching metal, and then Rex’s hand was on her arm, trying to tug her away. There was a shrill gasp in the Force and Ahsoka saw a massive column of rock headed straight for them.

“Rex!” she shouted, throwing herself into him and sending him to the ground a few feet away. She scrambled forward, and the rock collided with the spot where they had just been standing.

But Ahsoka hadn’t moved far enough.

The column had completely smashed through the path and the rest was crumbling away. She tried to run, but her broken ankle clipped the edge, her stomach dropped, and then she was falling.

She blindly reached out, scrabbling for purchase on the cliff, but gravity’s grip was not so easily curbed.

“Ahsoka!”

Rex was leaning over the side, hand out; Ahsoka’s hand brushed his, fingers slipping past each other, just too far to reach, and she plummeted. Wind rushed past, rocks cascading down alongside her. She saw Rex’s well-worn helmet grow smaller and smaller, and then something slammed into her and the world cut to black.

Someone was screaming. There was a ringing cutting through Ahsoka’s brain and everything was muffled as she blinked squinting eyes open, but she knew she could hear screaming. It got louder as she tried to move her legs—tried, because she couldn’t even feel her legs, couldn’t feel anything but searing, scalding pain up her spine, down every nerve—and when she gasped in a breath of dust, the screaming paused and turned to coughing. Ahsoka’s chest shuddered, her throat scraped so raw she thought she might vomit.

Then she opened her eyes fully, saw the blood pooling beneath herself, and did vomit. Pounding head, pounding heart, Ahsoka weakly tilted her gaze up. Far above her was blurred movement, a wave of white dotted with blue swirled down and around and back up again. Her neck ached so much it tingled, turning numb. Her wrist vibrated and beeped.

Wait, that wasn’t right. Wrists don’t normally do that. She slowly moved her arm up onto her stomach, saw the faint blink of green that was, she realized after a few stuttering breaths, her comm. Another second in agony and she clicked the call through, surprised it was still working at all.

“Ahsoka!”

Rex.

It was Rex. Some of the fear swelling in her throat eased at the confirmation of his presence. Rex was there. He’d know what to do.

“Ahsoka? Can you hear me?”

She licked cracking lips. “Yeah.” She hoped her broken voice would carry. Wondered if her broken body would need to be carried too. “Yeah, I’m here.”

A sigh of relief made static on the other side. “Are you alright?”

Ahsoka took stock of herself. Broken leg, obviously, maybe both. A concussion if the pain-filled sleep tugging at her was any indication. And she was pinned—half her body nearly crushed under the immense pieces of cliffside that’d fallen with her. Jagged stone cut into her shoulder.

“Ahsoka?”

She hesitated. “I could use some help.”

A muffled swear, a shouted order, the sound of a hundred quick, urgent footfalls. His voice was tight when he spoke again. “We’re coming to you now. Can you walk?”

Ahsoka shook her head before she realized that was a bad idea—her vision whited out at the corners—and that he couldn’t even see her anyway. “No.” Her head swam. When had it gotten so cold outside? “I’m pinned. I think my leg’s broken.”

“What about the Force?”

Oh. Ahsoka had forgotten about that. But when she dipped into its familiar depths, sleep, the dangerous kind, pulled at her—down, down, down—until Ahsoka gasped and ripped herself away. Adrenaline hammered her heart. “No. Don’t wanna risk it.”

Rex didn’t bother asking for further information. The footsteps got faster.

“Are you okay?” Ahsoka asked softly.

“Yes, sir,” came the rough reply.

She nodded, forgetting again that he couldn’t see. “Good.”

“Good?”

Ahsoka blinked. “Yeah. That’s kind of what I was going for.” Her chest tightened, ribs shifting; she should probably stop talking.

“You can’t just—” Static crackled over the comm. They must’ve hit a deadzone.

Ahsoka drifted her eyes along the crimson sky, sinking in and out of unconsciousness as she waited.

“—mander? Commander?”

“Here,” she said belatedly, her brain coming back to the surface. “‘m here. ‘m fine.” Trees rustled in the wind. Ahsoka thought she could hear them coming, not just over the comm, but actually hear them, in the distance. She suddenly remembered where she was. “Gonna try to get out.”

Rex’s voice bit through the air immediately. “No, don’t. You’ll hurt yourself more. Just stay awake.”

She shifted, readying herself to try pulling her leg out. “’s fine, I got it.”

“Commander, stay exactly where you are.” His voice was clipped. “Don’t try to move.”

Ahsoka groaned, lightning zipping up her leg. “I got it.” She was starting to sweat, despite the cold. It had been cold, right?

“Ahsoka, stop!”

And she did, blinking in shock.

Rex’s tinny voice continued, wired anger cutting through the comm. “Why are you always so reckless? Do you ever even think about what would happen if something—” Ahsoka couldn’t tell if he’d cut himself off or if they’d hit another deadzone, but either way her head throbbed with pain and guilt.

“Sorry,” she mumbled back. She was completely spent of energy, spent of strength, and her body ached with agony.

“—and on the cliff—” Rex’s voice suddenly cut back in.

“Wasn’t trying to be reckless,” she interrupted, voice breathy. There was a crucial piece of information he was leaving out. “Trying to save your life.” Ahsoka dropped her head onto her arm.

There was the sound of shuffling, static rocks shifting beneath far-away feet. “What about saving your own life?” Past the haze slowly encroaching on the world, Ahsoka wondered why he was so angry with her. She didn’t think she’d ever heard him so emphatic. He’d scolded her plenty of times—follow orders this, don’t run off looking for trouble that—Ahsoka should’ve been used to it. But still.

Cynicism seeped out of her exhausted mind. “Can’t save everyone.” It was something Anakin had told her, back when she’d first become a Padawan, back when she was determined to get everyone out of this alive. When she’d thought that was even an option.

“You can try.”

There was a pause, and in it, Ahsoka breathed, her eyes slipping closed.

“Ahsoka!”

Rex was shaking her shoulders, his face, bare of its helmet, twisted in worry above hers. Ahsoka’s heart shuddered, stumbled, like it’d just remembered that it had to beat. Her hand instinctively clutched his arm.

“You’re alright.” People were moving, pushing the rock off her, and Rex’s voice broke through the onslaught of pain. “We got you.” His hand was on her shoulder. “I got you.”

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blackkwidowed · 4 years

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Caught in the Middle

Requested:

hi love! would you do one where reader and nat are not together just yet, but reader catches nat masturbating in her room while moaning reader's name, and things escalate from there? (lots of dirty talk please i need it) thanks a lot ❤

Summary: simple. Nat gets caught fucking herself and it goes better than she expected.

Rating: E. 18+, OBVIOUSLY. Smut, masturbation, Nat literally comes on your leg, sub!nat. obviously. dirty talk as requested. maybe a little mention of light bondage. with a belt.

Word Count: 2,408

Yes I know, it’s been a while. Sorry. Here’s something to make it up to you.

Friday nights always mean girls nights for you and Natasha.

Except, tonight it didn’t go quite the way you thought it would.

Typically, you’d just order takeout and watch movies, or you’d drink and play music and talk absolute shit for hours late into the night. Naturally, you’d expected the same again from your roommate tonight.

That certainly did not happen.

Arriving home from work, you expected to say your usual hello to Natasha before jumping straight into the shower, but she’s nowhere to be seen in your shared apartment, until you reach her bedroom.

The door is ajar, just slightly. Natasha is lying on her bed, you can see the bottom of her legs through the little gap in the door. You peek inside, and freeze.

The sight isn't something you expected, it’s not something you ever thought would occur, but you’d be absolutely stupid to ever turn away from it.

Natasha is laid back against the pillows. She has a tshirt on, one that definitely belonged to you once upon a time. She has no pants on, those beautiful thighs that you can't help but take a glance at on a normal day are bare to the world.

Most important of all though, is the hand shoved in her underwear.

You should be looking away, she’s your roommate, but you’re so incredibly aroused by the sight before you that you cannot possibly move a muscle.

Her head is thrown back against the pillows, and the desire to sink your teeth into the side of her neck is an urge you barely manage to suppress. And those soft little moans leaving her lips as her fingers move under her panties.

It’s a sight and you can't look away.

Another breathy sigh of what sounds like your name brings you back to Earth, and suddenly your focus shifts a little.

Why did Natasha leave the door open?

Your answer comes quicker than expected.

“Well,” she breathes, letting you know she’s aware of your presence. “What are you waiting for?”

You think for a moment, more so because you don't know how to respond. She looks directly at you, winking lewdly and bucking her hips against her hand. Christ.

You push the door open a little wider, choosing to lean against the doorframe. Natasha raises an eyebrow at you with a smirk. “Like what you see?”

You nod. “Maybe a little too much.”

“I haven't been reading you wrong, then.”

“It appears that way,” you mutter quietly. “Did you purposely make me catch you?”

The look she gives you, that downright sinful, lusty gaze that she gives you, is your answer. “Of course I did. Figured it was the best way to get my message across.”

You chuckle softly, moving to perch at the end of the bed. She watches you intently, attempting to observe and guess your next move.

Your fingers find her ankle, skimming across the skin before moving up her lower leg.

“So,” she breathes. “Is the fact that you’re touching me a good thing?”

You move again, this time to kneel between her spread thighs. Natasha's hand is still shoved in her panties, you can see it moving against her clit. She hasn't stopped touching herself this whole time, and you’ve definitely been a little too focused on the quiet gasps falling from her lips every so often.

Your hand covers hers, halting her movements. “It depends on how much more you’ll allow me to touch.”

Natasha has the decency to blush slightly when you add an extra bit of pressure. Though she doesn't answer you verbally. Instead, she removes her hand, lifting her fingers to your lips, daring you to taste her.

You don’t hesitate.

Natasha groans, and her fingers drop from your mouth to curl around your wrist. Her touch is soft, gentle, but spiking hot.

She guides your hand in an attempt to slip it under her panties, but this time you stop her. Instead, you take back some control, hooking your fingers under to pull them off her and throw them somewhere you don't care enough to look.

You crawl to hover over her, bringing your lips to the side of her neck to kiss hot skin. It starts soft, but she tastes so good you can’t resist trailing your tongue up her neck, light and so seductive you feel Natasha’s hips bucking already.

“I think you’ll let me do whatever I want to you,” you whisper. “I think you’ll beg me to do whatever I want to you if I make you wait long enough.”

She groans, hands clawing at your hips and fingers slipping under your belt for something to grasp and bring her back to reality.

“I think you’re already starting to lose it.” You mutter, sinking your teeth softly below her ear. “Am I right?”

You feel the nod, and you cannot physically suppress a smirk. Your lips press to her cheek, then because you can’t wait any longer, they press to Natasha’s quickly after.

Natasha tastes like liquid gold, and you can’t get enough.

Her hands rest on your hips, pulling you against her as you groan against her mouth. “Spread your legs a little wider for me.”

She hisses, but does as she’s told to your surprise, opening her thighs and increasing the gap between them for you to settle comfortably. You were expecting her to fight back, but she’s a wreck under your touch already. Not that you’re complaining of course.

She doesn't stop kissing you, only to take a shallow breath when your fingers graze her clit.

“God,” you breathe. “You’re so wet.”

Natasha’s hips buck hard and the whimper is loud. You need to hear it again, so with a final glance at her you kiss her again, slipping your tongue past her lips and forcing her hips down into the mattress with a tight grip.

“Don’t move, sweetheart.”

You don’t see Natasha’s smirk, not when you’ve already moved to sink your teeth into the side of her neck, but you do feel her leg move to hook around your waist, bringing you closer. The metal of your belt is cold and harsh against her abdomen and the sensation causes her to hiss, hands moving to sink her fingers into your back through your shirt.

You huff. “Thought I told you not to move.”

She laughs, though you pick up on the nerve in her tone. “You really thought I’d listen to that?”

Your hands push her harder against the bed, thumbs digging against her hips enough to probably leave a bruise on either side, but she doesn't mind, you know she doesn’t. She wasn't exactly quiet about her own sex life or her kinks before the current predicament. You know her a little bit too well, you think.

You snap.

Shoving your thigh between her legs, she groans, unable to buck her hips for friction from the level of force you’re using to pin her to the bed.

She’s so wet, you can feel it on your thigh; the warmth, the desperation. You need a taste. Right now, you’re struggling to think of anything that could be better than having your lips around her clit, but there’s time for that later.

You’ll give it to her though, she is trying. She’s just not good at it, keeping still. You loosen your grip a little before deciding to let go completely, instead letting your hands wander up her-your-shirt.

Your tongue finds her pretty pink nipples before you can even think about the idea, it’s an urge you can’t repress and certainly one that Natasha seems overly pleased about if her loud groan is anything to go off.

“You’re so gorgeous,” you murmur. “Gonna cover you in my marks.”

“Oh, God, please.”

You grin, sucking over a mark you’re creating on her breast.

“Y/N, I-” She pauses, takes a second to breathe. “I need to move.”

You know what she means, and the thought alone makes you breathe a moan against her neck. You trail lighter kisses up to her ear, nibbling underneath at the skin. “So do it.”

Natasha, you learn, has no restraint at all. Her movements against your thigh are firm, they’re sure. She’s chasing what she wants, hoping you won’t bite back again and put her in her place. You can’t resist.

Her fingers pull at your shirt, reaching under and around to grasp at skin. She’s definitely planning to leave some of her marks on you, and you couldn't possibly say no to that. You pause for a mere second, Natasha still bucking against your thigh, to throw your shirt over your head. Natasha keens, and her hands return to your shoulders.

You can feel the pain a little more and it’s wonderful, knowing the evidence of Natasha is going to be there for some time. She’s loud, God. She’s so fucking loud, whimpering and moaning with her eyes forced shut and her head thrown back.

You don’t kiss her, because that’d silence her, and that’s the last thing you want when she sounds that sexy.

“Such a needy, pretty little pussy,” you growl. “Look at you, you can’t even control yourself. Dirty girl.”

She whines. It’s getting harder for her to steady her rhythm so you help her out, gripping onto her hips again and guiding them with authority.

“I’m so fucking close, please,” Natasha breathes. “I need you to fuck me.”

You chuckle. “I am fucking you, technically.”

“No, I mean-”

“You want me to fill you up huh? Is that what you’re asking for, baby?”

Natasha’s groan is your answer.

“Later,” you whisper. “Don’t be so greedy.”

Her breath hitches and for a second, she goes silent. You know the signs of orgasm though, so you push against her once more, and she’s falling apart all over your thigh.

Natasha slips into Russian when she comes, on the verge of screaming something you don’t really catch between all the heavy breathing and moaning, but the thought alone has you even more uncomfortable between your own thighs.

Before she’s even calmed a little bit, her fingers are at your belt and pulling, a plea to see more of you. She wants to get off again, she needs to. She’s been dreaming of this for months, and truthfully so have you. You’re certainly nowhere near finished with her and you find it cute that for a split second, she thought you were done.

“Y/N?”

“Mm?” You hum, rocking your thigh lightly between her legs.

“Can we do that again?”

You laugh, leaning to kiss her. “I haven't even finished with you yet and you’re already begging for more?”

She rolls her eyes, lacing her fingers through your hair as she meets your lips again, slipping her tongue into your mouth.

She kisses you like you’ve never been kissed before. It’s cliche, sure, but it’s also the truth. You’re hellbent on the truth at the best of times. You scare yourself, because it’s as if you don't want to be kissed by anyone else ever again.

“At least let me touch you before you have your way with me again,” she grumbles when you pull away from her mouth. She knows where you’re headed, she could see the need to taste her all over your face. But she wants you first, she wants to feel you come apart too.

You ponder for a moment, before smirking. “Okay, fine.”

She arches a brow in surprise. “Just like that?”

You laugh, standing from the bed to pull your belt from your jeans. “It’s not always that easy.”

“No?” She questions. The sarcasm in her tone almost makes you change your mind.

You shake your head. “Wrists together.”

“Excuse me?”

“Now.” You command. Her eyes travel between yours and the belt in your hand, and suddenly it clicks. She grins, and does as she’s told. Her excitement for what you’re about to do is kind of adorable.

“So,” you breathe. “I’m gonna put those filthy hands of yours out of the way, and because you asked so nicely-”

Natasha’s pupils are blown, because she thinks she knows what you’re going to say.

“Because you’re such a good girl for me, right?” Your finger tilts her chin up, and you can’t help a smug grin when you see the dark purple marks littering her neck, her breasts.

She nods. You shake your head.

“Answer me.”

“No,” she bats her lashes. “I think we both know I’m a bad girl.”

It’s laughable how much it sounds like a bad porno in Natasha’s bedroom tonight, but with the way she looks at you like she wants you to devour her whole, it doesn't matter.

You smile, softer than before. “Right answer.”

You push her back on the bed so she’s laying flat and you rid yourself of everything to match her. With only the belt in your hand, you straddle her, grinding just the right way across her stomach, so she can feel how wet she’s made you. You groan, your head lolling back. You feel a hand on your hip. The touch is different than yours, gentler. But still beautifully firm.

She hums in delight, carding her fingers over your stomach and down, to tease between your thighs. You’re sensitive, you can already feel that without Nat touching you that you’re so damn sensitive from the build up of what you got home to. A brush across your clit though, and you’re the one desperate for more.

You reach for her wrists, kissing the inside of them briefly, an act of affection that melts Natasha more than she cares to admit.

Your voice drops to a whisper as you lean to her ear. “Is it okay if I sit on that gorgeous face of yours?”

Natasha groans louder than you’ve heard in the last few minutes. You take it as a yes, and the hunger raging in her eyes the second you go to move makes you shift a little quicker.

She wets her lips with her tongue, but before she can get her mouth on you, you pause her.

“Wait,” you say. She grumbles.

“What now?”

You manage to stop yourself from forcing her on her knees in that moment. If it wasn't for her tongue being inches away from your clit, you would have.

“I brought the belt for a reason, hands off.”

“Oh you know me so well.”

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 4 years

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𝑾𝒐𝒍𝒇'𝒔 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 (𝑾𝒐𝒍𝒇! 𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒊 𝑱𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐) 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟! 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨 (𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳)/ 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞)

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲/𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐀𝐔

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫, 𝐘/𝐍 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠.

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"How long are you going to keep this up Jongho? She has to find out eventually."

The tall red haired male looked at his friend, who was currently pacing back and forth around the room. Sighing, he looked out the window and stared into the night sky.

"The yearly mating season will start in a few days.... and you're choosing to run away and leave her alone, wondering where you are..." He continued to say.

"Will you shut up Mingi!? Don't you think I know that?! Don't you think I'm suffering because of this?!" Jongho finally snapped.

He slammed his fist into the wall, frustrated and anxious at the thought that had been haunting him since he found out she was his mate: abandoning her for a few days so she never finds out about the secret he's been hiding his entire life.

"You know you don't have to Jongho. You could tell her everything."

Jongho shook his head, once again refusing to give in to the older male's suggestion.

"For goodness sake Jongho, she's your mate! She deserves to know! Stop being a coward about this!" Mingi shouted.

"Easy for you to say! It was easy for all of you! None of you had problems with your mates, because they were all wolfs! None of you know what it's like to have a human mate! None of you get it! The complications that come along with it!" He cried out.

"You're only making it complicated for yourself. Y/N loves you, she's not aware yet of the bond you two hold, but she will one day. And when you're gone for a long time, both of you will suffer. You will miss each other's absence and go mad if you're far away for too long, and you know it's as dangerous for our kind as it is for her."

Mingi's words began to sink into his heart. It was true. He's noticed how it had changed over time. While the first months, Y/N simply got mopey and pouty about not seeing him at times, it began worsening lately. He'd sometimes come back to find out she hardly ate in days, hardly slept and when she did, she'd often cry herself to sleep as she felt an overwhelming longing for him that she couldn't even comprehend because he wouldn't take the time to explain it to her.

"I can't....." Jongho whispered.

Mingi walked up behind his younger friend, whom he cherished like a brother. He gently patted him back in a comforting manner.

"You love her Jongho, so why hesitate? Don't you want to mate with her? Mark her and make your bond permanent?"

Jongho's wolf growled, prompting him to hold himself up against the wall. God how he wanted to mate her. The impure thoughts would get more and more stronger, especially with the mating season fast approaching, and each time it was harder to resist the urge of pining her under his body and take her. His wolf was constantly fighting with him, protesting against leaving his mate, and scowling at him for not doing something about it.

"I don't want to hurt her." Jongho said.

"You won't. And honestly if you ask me, she probably wants it just as much as you do." Mingi assured him.

Jongho's mind was made up though. He'd tell her one day, but it wouldn't be anytime soon. Right now he had to focus on packing the necessary for his journey out in the woods, far away from Y/N. It was going to be torturous, that much he knew, but at least Y/N would be safe.

Right?

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Y/N let out another heart wrenching sigh as her fingers idly drew unrecognizable shapes on the window. It was currently day two and there was no sign of Jongho. Not a call, a message, nothing to ease her mind or let her know Jongho was all right.... or thinking about her.

She couldn't help but ponder on why had Jongho been distant lately? Why did he refuse to let her know where he was going? Or for how long? And....the most puzzling thing to her......Why did he not even want to get physically close to her? As if he didn't want to touch her?

Could it be that he was seeing someone else?

Y/N shook her head, trying to get out any dark thoughts that threatened to invade her mind. But it was no use. She felt an agonizing pain in her chest. She started feeling it a while ago, but at that time it was a mere tingle, but now it hurt to the point she felt palpitations and she struggled to breathe at times.

"I need air."

Quickly getting up, she slipped her shoes, jacket and her favorite red scarf that Jongho had gifted her on their 6 month anniversary. Making sure to lock the door behind her, she looked out at the outstretched path that led to the forest near the town and started making her way inside it. When she first moved in with Jongho, she was scared by the close proximity of it. She often thought about scenarios involving kidnappings or murders. However Jongho loved taking walks through it, and he often surprised her with midnight picnics. So she grew to see the beauty of the dense trees, rustling of leaves and the tiny creatures that often skimmed past her feet. And she especially learned to love observing the omnipotent moon. For some reason it was calming and soothing to see it, shining brightly in contrast to the dark indigo night sky, accompanied by the glittering stars spread here and there.

And that's what she wanted to do right now. She strolled through the all too familiar path she often took, giggling softly whenever a rabbit or fox rushed past her. She looked at the setting sun, signaling it'd almost be completely covered and would soon be replaced by its nightly counterpart. Once she reached her favorite spot, in the form of a huge rock, she dusted off a few leaves and dirt before sitting down on it. Taking out her phone, she held it up to snap a quick picture of the horizon to send to Jongho. Maybe he'd respond to her and she'd at least get a word from him.

She heard some bushes rustle behind her but she didn't pay attention to it. It was probably another animal. But when she heard a branch snap harshly, she paused to listen more carefully. Her thumb quickly pressed the flip camera switch on her phone. Tilting her phone slightly, she looked at her own image on the phone and examined what was behind her.

Fear fell over her as she noticed a large tawny colored canine bearing its fangs at her. It seemed to have noticed or sensed her apprehension since it began snarling at her and edging closer and closer. Taking a deep breath, she quickly got up and ran as fast as she could. She didn't dare look back but based on the bark-howl she heard behind her, she knew it was chasing after her. She looked around at the trees, hoping to spot one easy enough for her to climb. Shifting to the left, she hurdled over a log, slightly tripping, but managing to get up as quickly as possible. She kept running even though she could no longer hear the animal chasing after her. Perhaps she lost it?

Big no.

She felt something lunge at her from the side, knocking her to the ground. She thrusted her elbow behind her, effectively directing the wolf's face away from her as it let out a pained whine. Then she kicked its abdomen, forcing its weight off her. She hoped it did enough damage to let her get away and it briefly did. She only got a few meters away though when she let out a yelp when she felt sharp teeth dig into her leg. She held her hands out to prevent her face from hitting the ground as she toppled forward. She cried out in pain as the beast dragged her back to god knows where. Y/N tried to kick itself face with her other leg, but it was no use. Her hands aimlessly claw at the dirt beneath her, trying to desperately clutch onto something. She began tearing up and screaming her lungs out. For some reason, her mind urged to suddenly cry out:

"Jongho!"

She thought she was as good as dead when she felt the wolf's mouth detach itself from her bloody leg. She heard what sounded like a struggle behind her. Using what little strength she had left, she turned herself onto her back and widened her eyes when she saw a dark amber colored wolf fight off her attacker. This one was noticeably larger and bulkier in size. It lunged at the other wolf, going for its neck and pining it underneath him. The tawny wolf bit at the other's leg, halting his assault on him enough for him to escape from his clutches. They stood in front of each other, the tawny wolf getting ready to attack when the amber wolf began howling. His howl was soon followed by what sounded like 3 or more wolves, signaling they were on their way. Knowing he'd be outnumbered, the tawny wolf let out a low grumble as he began sauntering away before the others came.

Y/N panted heavily. She gasped and began retreating when the amber wolf came closer to her. She tried to lift herself up, but her injured leg made her fall back into the ground.

"Ow!" She clutched her leg, hissing from the pain.

Y/N didn't dare move, afraid of this wolf doing something to her as it stood right in front of her. She heard it let out a tiny whimper and watched in surprise and confusion as it examined her wound, nudging its nose against her ankle. It looked right back at her and for some time she didn't feel afraid. There was some sort of familiarity and comfort in the wolf's dark brown orbs that looked at hers with intensity.

"Are.....are you...if you're going to kill me just get it over with..." She felt stupid for her words and even more stupid for even believing that creature could understand her.

But he did.

The wolf looked down before looking back at her. Y/N widened her eyes as the wolf began to morph right in front of her eyes. Its fur replaced by light tanned skin, paws replaced by strong, muscular arms, until in front of her stood an all too familiar face and familiar eyes that she had been missing for a while.

"J-Jongho?" She gasped out, her hand flying to cover her mouth at what she just saw.

"Uh....hi Y/N." He awkwardly replied, his hands trying to cover himself protectively as he was standing in front of her all nude.

Whether it was the adrenaline that was still rushing through her, her injured leg that was pouring crimson blood, the shock of seeing her lover transform in front of her, or a mix of all, Y/N's head began to get dizzy and before she knew it, she had passed out right there.

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"Will she be ok?" "She'll be fine, the bite wasn't that deep. Luckily." "Why hasn't she woken up?" "Give her time. Her kind don't heal as fast as we do." "Stop fretting. She'll wake up soon enough."

Y/N could hear hushed whispers around her. Slowly, she fluttered her eyes open, trying to adjust to the light. She looked up and saw 4 strange faces looking at her.

"Y/N? Baby? Are you ok?"

She looked to her right when she felt someone take her hand. It turned out to be none other than Jongho, who was watching her closely anticipating her reaction.

Y/N let out a high pitched scream when she remembered the events of the night before. Jongho, as well as the others covered their ears, which were extremely sensitive.

"You! Last night! At the woods! You you you....." She sputtered out incoherently, not knowing if what she saw last night was real or not. Was she going insane?

"See? If you had told her from the beginning, this whole situation could have been avoided." A tall male with red hair shook his head disappointedly in Jongho's direction.

"Now is not the time for the 'I told you so' speech." Another male, with platinum blonde hair spoke up.

"How are you feeling sweetheart?"

A girl with ebony hair directed her attention to Y/N, pressing her palm against her forehead to feel her temperature. Y/N relaxed under the girl's touch, making her feel more calm.

"I....don't know...what's going on? Who are you? Jongho-"

"Shhh." The girl rested her hands on Y/N's shoulders, keeping her from getting up when she began shifting. She continued:

"It's ok. We're not going to hurt you little one. Please relax and let us attend to your wounds."

She looked over at the tiny ginger haired girl standing next to the tall male.

"Hana, get the water and medicine ready. You three." She pointed to the males. "Shoo. You're terrifying the poor child."

"But Noona-" Jongho protested.

"I know you want to stay by her side Jongho, but she's gone through a lot. Leave her to us. I promise we'll take care of her." The girl told him.

Jongho seemed to struggle to obey her orders. He looked over to the platinum blonde male, who signaled him to follow him and the other male out of the room. Jongho sighed and looked over at Y/N. Without thinking, he leaned in and tenderly kissed her forehead, which made Y/N's heart flutter. Whispering an 'I love you' to her, he went over to the door, taking one final look at his mate before shutting it behind him.

"I'm really sorry about all this. You must have had such a scare last night." The ebony haired girl smiled softly at her, brushing some stray hairs out of Y/N's face.

"Who are all of you?" Y/N repeated her previous question.

The girl tilted her head down at Y/N.

"My name is Aurora. My friend here is Hana." She introduced herself.

"Hello." Hana spoke up for the first time, her voice matching her tiny frame.

"The two men you saw before are our mates, Hongjoong and Mingi." Aurora continued her explanation.

"Mates?" Y/N furrowed her eyebrows.

"I guess the term your kind use might be... boyfriend? Spouse? Lover? Depending on the situation?" Hana tried to help her comprehend.

"My kind...?" Y/N looked back and forth between them. "What exactly are you?"

Aurora and Hana looked at each other, with Hana urging Aurora to take the lead.

"We're.......wolves." She simply answered.

"Wolves?" Y/N asked, as if the events from last night didn't serve as a big hint.

"I'll explain as much as I can while we attend to your wound." Aurora smiled warmly at her, making Y/N feel at ease with them.

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Y/N learned so much about Jongho and the others in the days that they stayed to attend to her while she healed from her injury. She learned that Hongjoong, the platinum blonde male, was the Alpha of the pack, and Aurora was his Luna, which explained why she had such a motherly nature to her, even though she was only a few years older than Y/N herself. Mingi, who frightened her at first with his tall build and stoic face, was the pack's Beta. He was so different from his mate, Hana, who was small and on the timid side, but was extremely helpful and hard working.

Then there was Jongho, whom she found out was the lead warrior in their pack. It didn't seem that shocking to her when she found out. He was extremely strong and skilled. He kept his distance at the beginning, afraid of scaring her more than he already did. But Hana went up to him one night, urging him to go talk to Y/N, telling him that she was yearning for him.

Instantly, Jongho sped to her room, where Y/N was waiting for him. She pouted at him and made grabby hands towards him, which he couldn't refuse. He embraced her tightly, inhaling her scent that he had missed so much. His wolf inwardly howled, happy to feel his mate's touch and affection once again.

"Y/N I'm really sorry for keeping all this from you. I was afraid-"

Y/N silenced him with a kiss, unable to hold herself back. She pulled away enough to say:

"Don't apologize. I understand why you did it and I want to tell you, it's ok. I'm not afraid anymore. I'm just happy you're back here with me...."

Biting her lip, she admitted shyly:

"I missed you."

Jongho blurted and grinned.

"I missed you two love."

He pecked her lips several times, both of them letting out soft giggles every now and then when their noses would accidentally bump against each other's.

Once her leg was healed enough, the rest of the party deemed it fit for them to leave. After all, it was still mating season and no doubt it would be best to have them be alone for a while. Y/N hugged Aurora and Hana goodbye, both of them making her promise that she'd keep in touch with them, which she readily agreed to.

Everything seemed to go back to normal for Jongho and Y/N, although she did felt him to still be a little tense around her. But now she knew why. She recalled the conversation she had with Aurora when she confided in her that she believed for a moment that Jongho was seeing someone else, which Aurora promptly refuted.

"Once a wolf finds his or her mate, they are loyal for life." She told her.

That was how she explained to her that Jongho was simply fighting his urges to mate with her.

"How do wolves mate?" Y/N asked her.

"Well...you know.." Aurora made a circle with one of her hands and began inserting a finger with her other hand, making both her and Y/N burst out giggling.

"You mean it's just sex?" Y/N tried to understand.

"Technically yes...but you see. He's going to want to mark you, symbolising his ownership over you and making your bond official. And there's the case of knotting..."

When Aurora explained the knotting process to her, Y/N's eyes nearly bulged out. Hesitantly she asked:

"So...does it hurt?"

Aurora quickly shook her head. "No. Well I guess for your kind it might be a little uncomfortable, but trust me. Jongho would never allow you to be in pain. Just leave it all to him. He knows what he's doing."

Ever since then, Y/N had been very curious about mating with Jongho. More than curious. The more she thought about it, the more aroused she began to feel as she pictured his thick length inside her, which she had actually already seen. She blushed every time she recalled when she saw him naked, standing in front of her with his glorious body, her hands going in between her thighs, rubbing tentatively at them.

Jongho was suffering because of it. He could feel and smell her pheromones. It was affecting him deeply. The close proximity to her wasn't of great help either, as neither was his wolf.

"What are you waiting for? Can't you smell her? Our mates sweet and delicious scent? She wants it and so do we! Do something about it!"

"No! It's not time yet! She's not ready!" Jongho tried to protest.

"It's the perfect time you fool! The moon will be full tonight and she's more than ready. She's in prime heat. You know what that means."

Jongho decided to shut out his wolf, refusing to listen to him anymore. He was not about to lose his self control.

But Y/N wasn't making it any easier. All day she had been teasing Jongho, either by doing seemingly innocent things that had double meanings or simply by touching him out of nowhere. Jongho simply wanted to get through the night unbothered, but Y/N wasn't having any of it.

Tired of him not picking up on her hints, she straddled him when they both got into bed.

"Y/N, what are you?-"

She cut him off when she kissed him desperately, as her hips grinded down on him, making him moan into her mouth.

"Jongho.... please just mate me." She fluttered her eyes at him, her bottom lip out in a pout, causing Jongho to swallow harshly.

"What are you waiting for? You're just going to leave her there when she's yearning for us? You're even more foolish than I thought." His wolf reprimanded him.

"Y/N...please don't- oh my god."

Jongho let out a groan when Y/N's mouth attached to his neck, which was extremely sensitive. Y/N began kissing and suckling at a particular spot that sent shivers down his spine.

"You like that? Are you enjoying it Jongho?" She whispered teasingly in his ear, chuckling when she felt him let out a hiss.

"Well if you won't mark me, I'll mark you. I'll make sure to mark you very prettily. " She giggled.

Y/N squealed when Jongho harshly gripped her hips and pulled her off him. She gasped sharply when he pinned her down on the bed, his hands holding her wrists down above her head.

"Listen to me very carefully my lovely mate. You don't get to mark me. Only I get to mark you. Got it?"

Jongho's dominant tone turned her on more than she already was. She quickly nodded and let out a tiny 'yes'. Smirking he leaned down and kissed her jaw and neck, trailing sloppy kisses across it as his large hands began to roam around her body. Sliding under the silk fabric of her pajama shirt, they began fondling her breasts. He cupped and squeezed them, his fingers occasionally pinching her sensitive nipples, making Y/N squeak whenever he did.

Jongho chuckled as he tore the flimsy fabric with his bare hands, tossing the now ruined clothing on the floor. He picked up right where he left off, his mouth quickly attaching to one of her breasts. Y/N arched her back, prompting Jongho to take more of her in his mouth. Her hands clutched at his hair when his mouth began moving south. He smirked as he pulled back the elastic band of her shorts, releasing it and letting it snap against her skin, the slight sting making her clench around nothing.

"Stop playing around and get down to it man! Can't you feel she wants us inside her now?"

"You'll get your fun soon. Right now, I'm having my little fun with her."

Jongho maintained eye contact with her as his fingers hooked on each side of her shorts.

"You know.....I'd like to take this opportunity to tell you... I always hated this pajama set."

Without warning, he ripped her shorts and panties apart as if it was a mere piece of paper. The cool breeze the she felt in her wet core had Y/N clenching her thighs together, slightly rubbing against each other. Jongho tapped her ankle that wasn't bandaged.

"Open." He ordered her.

Y/N slowly slid her legs open, allowing him to peer down at her completely exposed body. Jongho suppressed a moan as his wolf howled inside him.

"God our mate is beyond beautiful."

For the first time in a while, Jongho actually agreed with him. He took the opportunity to use one of his hands to glide up her inner thighs. His fingers collected some of the slick from her folds before he brought them up to his lips, licking it off, making Y/N blush intensely and look away from such a dirty scene.

Jongho's hand gripped her chin to make her look up at him.

"Don't look away love. I want you to keep your eyes on me the entire time. Ok?"

"Y-yes..." She replied.

Y/N watched in anticipation as Jongho began to remove his clothing. Her breath hitched when she gazed once again upon his muscly and toned arms. And she could not look away when he freed his cock that she'd been fantasizing about lately. It looked bigger than what she remembered, probably because right now it was wanting to be inside her, to fill her up with his cum.

Jongho stroked himself and looked at Y/N

"Are you sure about this love? If you want to back out, I won't stop you." He reminded her, prompting his wolf to snarl grudgingly at him.

Y/N leaned up and pecked his lips.

"Mark me my mate."

With those 4 words, Jongho no longer had any doubts. He hovered his body on top of Y/N's, his hand cupping her chin as he kissed her softly. His other hand aligned his cock against her entrance. Getting the head in, his hand then moved to the back of her left thigh, to steady her body as he began pushing the rest of his length inside her. Both released a series of low moans at the newly found feeling. Jongho resisted the urge to start pounding into her, remembering she wasn't as strong as he was, letting her get adjusted to his size.

He gave an experimental roll of his hips, to test if she was ready.

"Ah Jongho!- d-do that again." Y/N asked him.

Jongho complied to her wish and began repeating the same movement from before. His hand moved between their bodies, rubbing at her clit to help stimulate her even further. Y/N threw her head back and moaned even louder. Aurora was right: Jongho definitely knew what he was doing.

She felt something start to build up on the pit of her stomach, and while Jongho was already doing an amazing job, Y/N's body was begging for more.

"Jong- Jongho?"

Jongho slowed down, thinking she was feeling uncomfortable or in pain.

"Yes love?" He asked, completely halting his movements which made Y/N start fussing.

"Don't stop! Go faster!" She whined as she rolled her hips, trying to desperately get the feeling from before back.

Jongho hesitated, silencing his wolf which was encouraging him to be a little rougher with her.

"Jongho!" Y/N's cry of anguish snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Please..... fuck me." She pleaded with tears brimming in her eyes.

Jongho widened his eyes at her use of such foul language. But the way she was practically begging him to ruin her....he could no longer resist. His hands gripped her waist as his snapped up against hers, his cock hitting back and harder on the spot that made Y/N turn into a whimpering mess.

"Yes! Right there! Oh my god!" She cried out in pleasure.

Jongho felt her walls tightening against his cock. God it felt so amazing. He internally cursed himself for having waited so long to claim her as his. He couldn't wait to mark her, to swell up inside her and fill her up with his semen.

"Jongho.. I'm close." She warned him.

"It's ok. Go ahead love." His hand stroked her cheek, assuring her it was ok.

Jongho clenched his teeth when she felt him tighten on him. The feeling was overwhelming and Y/N's body writhing underneath him, chanting his name as she came, only served to pull him closer to the edge. His hands went to grab Y/N's, intertwining their fingers as he felt himself swelling inside her. Y/N let out a tiny whimper at the foreign feeling, shutting her eyes.

"Hey baby, look at me. It's ok. I promise it won't last long." Jongho comforted her as he continued to thrust in and out of her.

Once he felt himself swell up completely, he halted his movements when his knot began releasing his cum inside of her.

"Fuck! Oh my!" Jongho grunted at the blissful feeling as his body collapsed on top of Y/N's.

They both panted heavily, trying to come down from their highs, beads of sweat dripping down both of their foreheads. Jongho stayed inside her for a few minutes, wanting to let his knot go down before pulling out of her. He knew how painful it could be for both of them, but especially Y/N if he pulled out when his knot was still swollen.

He took the opportunity to kiss at the nape of her neck. Y/N shuddered when she felt his fangs come out.

"My mate....all mine." Jongho whispered softly against her skin.

Y/N inhaled sharply when Jongho bit down on her flesh. It definitely wasn't as painful as she thought it'd be. It hurt but it was a pleasurable kind of pain. Jongho pulled back and stared at the mark he left, feeling proud and accomplished with his work. Retracting his fangs, he licked around the bruised spot to soothe it and placed a loving kiss afterwards.

"How does it look?" Y/N asked, her hand reaching to touch where he bit.

"It's beautiful." He answered, nuzzling his nose against hers.

He pulled out of her and layed next to her, realization hitting him that he had finally mated the love of his life. Jongho wouldn't keep the cheerful smile that overtook his features. Rolling over, he pulled Y/N against him so her back was pressed to his chest and kissed her shoulder. She hummed softly when he began drawing shapes on her arm.

"What are you thinking about?" She turned to look at him.

"How insanely happy I am to have you." Jongho smiled adoringly at her.

"Are you?" She giggled.

"I am. I love you." Jongho confessed, kissing her lips softly and squeezing her closer to his body.

"I love you too Jongho." Y/N returned his statement.

Jongho began to poke at the freshly made mark, making Y/N snort.

"Are you proud of yourself?" She raised an eyebrow at him.

"Can you tell?" Jongho giggled.

"Is everything scratched off your wolf bucket list now?" She joked.

Jongho hummed, pretending to think about it for a bit.

"Almost..."

"Almost?" Y/N tilted her head in curiosity.

Jongho snickered as he replied:

"All that's left now is to impregnate you with my pups."

Y/N's head snapped to look at him in complete shock that he said that. Jongho began laughing at her reaction, making Y/N slap his arm.

"Choi Jongho! Don't scare me like that!" She exclaimed.

"Oh come on, don't frown too much at the idea. I think you'll look absolutely adorable with your belly swollen from carrying our babies inside you." He cooed at her.

"Well there's plenty of time for that in the future." She said.

"Yeah.....plenty of time indeed." Jongho teased as he shifted his body so she could feel exactly what he meant.

Y/N looked at him incredulous when she felt him poke against her thigh.

"Jongho! What the hell?! You're up already?"

"Hey don't blame me love. It is mating season."

Wiggling his eyebrows, his hand moved to lift her leg up a little so he could easily slip his cock inside her again.

"And like you said, we have plenty of time."

Y/N giggled at his words.

"How long exactly does this mating season last?"

Jongho shrugged.

"It changes every year. Maybe a week, maybe a month. I'm not exactly sure..... one thing's for sure though..."

With one swift move, Jongho slipped himself inside Y/N once again. Smirking down at her, he continued:

"We're not sleeping anytime soon my precious mate."

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harmonizingsunsets · 3 years

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I'd Rather Go Blind & Let My Body Go Numb Than To Lose You Or The Weight Of Your Love

Prompt: Jealousy and all its cousins. Fanart Credit here.

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Anthony never thought he'd be the kind of husband who needs to know where his wife is at every moment of every day.

(To be fair, he never thought about being a husband much at all until the season he'd pursued Edwina only to fall maddeningly in love with Kate).

But here he is, sitting on the couch with his feet drumming loudly against the floor, staring intensely at the door.

On the table beside the couch sits a cup of tea, cold and untouched. Anthony had someone from the kitchens prepare it for him, but his nerves made him unable to stomach anything.

Anthony looks a mess. He'd been raking his hands through his hair for the past two hours. He'd also slapped his cheeks once or twice to stay awake.

His jacket lay discarded and wrinkled on the ground near the door. He feels guilty, knowing one of the maids would have to press it. However, he can't gather the desire to move from the couch and retrieve it.

Instead, he's glued to the couch as he considers where Kate is. A hundred different scenarios run through his mind—each scenario worse than the last.

For the past month, Kate has been disappearing at night. He hears her footsteps tiptoeing past his study when he stays up to work. He feels the weight from her side of the bed lessen as she stands and departs from their bedroom when she thinks he's fallen asleep.

At first, Anthony questioned her about it. Kate would always make up an excuse about needing fresh air or going to see Edwina. But he knows her well enough to know when she's lying.

However, Anthony hadn't ever called Kate out on her deceit. He feared the truth, especially how it might crush him to hear it.

But he couldn't take the not knowing anymore. So when he heard the door close after Kate told him five minutes prior that she was retiring to bed, he made his way towards the front of the house. Anthony watched at the window as a carriage rode away. A hole had formed in his stomach, making him feel hollow. He then sat down on the couch so he could catch her when she returned.

Finally, after what felt like ages passed, he hears footsteps approaching the door. He quickly jumps up from the couch and makes his way to the foyer. When Kate steps through the door, her eyes widen.

"Anthony!" she exclaims in surprise, putting a hand to her chest to steady her breath. "You're up late."

"So are you," Anthony says, crossing his arms and blocking her way.

"I was only walking around to get some fresh air."

Anthony raises a brow. "Really, for two hours?"

Her eyes shift anxiously from his stare. "Has it really been that long?"

"Yes," he answers through gritted teeth, anger rising within him.

"Oh well, it was such a lovely night the time got away from me." Kate stands on her toes, kissing him quickly on the cheek. "Sorry for worrying you."

As she tries to retreat, Anthony's hand lurches out to grab her elbow, pulling her back to face him.

"I've had enough, Kate," he sighs tiredly. "Where were you?"

"I just told you, I was—."

"You've been going out for fresh air at odd hours of the day for the past month. You'd think you'd have your fill by now."

Kate fidgets. "Well, it hasn't just been out to get fresh air. I've been attending engagements. I have a life outside you and this household, you know."

"Oh, I know that, but your engagements don't usually take place after dark and don't require you sneaking out of the house to attend."

"Darling, everything is fine," Kate says, pulling her arm out of his reach and giving him a nervous smile. "You've probably been working too hard. Let's go to bed."

As she tries to walk away again, Anthony pulls her back. But this time, he holds onto both of her arms, forcing her to meet his eye.

"Kate, I know you—perhaps more than you know yourself, and I know when you're lying to me," he says, his voice turning softer—more fragile. It's as if he's a vase that could shatter at any moment. "What I don't know is why."

"I promise that what I have been going out and doing is not anything scandalous or dangerous." After letting out a long breath, a laugh bubbles from her throat in amusement. "Honestly, where I've been going to is nothing to fret over. You're acting as if I'm having an affair or something."

Anthony's heart sinks in his chest. No matter how ridiculous the prospect sounds, he can't help but whisper the question that's been plaguing his mind these past few weeks.

"Are you?"

Kate's mouth falls open, her face paling. "Anthony, how could you think that?"

"It's the only explanation I can think of," he says, stepping away from her and beginning to pace. "It explains why you've been coming back so late and being so evasive these past few weeks."

"Anthony—."

His legs go weak at the affection in her voice. Anthony falls to his knees in front of her and takes hold of her hands.

"Just tell me, Kate, I cannot bear it," Anthony says, hating the way his voice wavers. "I cannot bear the thought of you finding pleasure in someone else's arms. I cannot bear you leaving our bed because you'd rather be in another's. I cannot bear the idea of someone else touching you, loving you, or kissing you."

He brushes his lips against Kate's knuckles, causing her breath to hitch. Anthony pulls his lips away, but just so his fingertips can swirl circles on her palm. When his thumb skims over her pulse, he feels her heartbeat quicken.

"Most of all, I cannot bear the thought of you loving someone else." Anthony swallows thickly, feeling a lump forming in his throat. "I'd die right now if you told me all of this was true."

Anthony has always feared time. He used to compulsively reach into his pocket to grasp his father's watch. Each time a hand on the clock ticked forward, he felt as if an ounce of his soul got sucked away.

But since Kate came into his life, that fear has dissipated. Suddenly, he didn't spend each moment of his life calculating how much time he had left. Instead, Anthony began counting things other than seconds.

He counts the number of Kate's smiles. He counts the number of laughs they share next to one another at the table surrounded by his family. Anthony counts the number of kisses that were slow, stirring an aching feeling in his chest. He also counts each hungry and passionate kiss that sets every inch of his skin aflame.

Most of all, Anthony counts how many times he's lost count around her. He gets lost in the timeless and wonderful enigma that is Kate Sharma.

Anthony feels that fear of time creeping up on him again. But now, he's not afraid of time passing and leading to his demise. Instead, he's terrified that Kate's time of loving him has run out. Maybe, she's found a more deserving man to spend the minutes with than him.

When Anthony braves a glance up at Kate, he expects to see pity. But instead, he's surprised to see an entirely different emotion reflected in her eyes.

Love.

Pure, unconditional, steadfast love.

Kate gets down to her knees in front of him. But she doesn't let go of his hands, holding them tighter.

"None of that is true, Anthony," she says firmly. "I love you, have only loved you, and will only love you."

Her words release a breath of relief from him. But, he still can't help doubting this, not knowing how else to explain her odd disappearances.

Kate must sense his train of thoughts. She smiles gently, moving one of her hands up to graze his cheek.

"I love you so much that I've been waking up in the middle of the night so I can give you the perfect present."

Anthony blinks in confusion, feeling the room that had been spinning become still.

"What?"

Kate laughs, and she rests her forehead against his. "Do you know what tomorrow is?"

It hits Anthony like a whip. All the clues that he'd gathered up to form a horrible conclusion were, in fact, clues that lead to a more justifiable and pleasant one.

"Our anniversary," he answers dumbly.

"Yes," she nods, her face beaming with a giddy kind of delight. Anthony feels lucky that he gets to see it. Her expressions are free without restraint only when she's comfortable with someone. He's glad to be one of those treasured few. "We've made it a year, can you believe it? It seems like only yesterday, I was stepping on your toes at a ball, and you acted like a madman when I got stung by a bee."

Anthony frowns, his forehead creasing. "I did not act like a madman."

"You did, but it led us to where we are now," Kate says, pressing a tender kiss to his lips. "Married and happy."

"I'd like to think it would've happened with the bee or not."

"I'm not sure. You were quite thick-headed about how in love with me you were."

"Oh, I'm the thick-headed one?" he scoffs. "After the night you fell in love with me, you gave your approval for me to marry your sister. How thick-headed is that?"

"Well, I didn't think you'd ever feel that way about me," Kate defends, rolling her eyes. "But I know very well now that you do. You show me with every kind word, every touch, every…" her words drift, cheeks reddening, "Well, you know."

Anthony smirks. "No, I do not know. Please elaborate on everything I do to you that gives you pleasure in vivid detail."

"You're insufferable," she grumbles and puts her hands on her hips. "I have a good mind not to tell you the true reason for my disappearing and keep you stewing in jealousy."

"I don't think you'd like the result of my increased jealousy."

"I don't know, your scowl was fierce, and the fire in your eyes was quite the sight," Kate teases, tracing her thumb over his furrowed brows. "Very becoming, actually."

Anthony stands and pulls her up with him, leading her to the couch. "Why have you been disappearing?"

"As I said, our anniversary is tomorrow, and I was getting your gift ready," she explains. "It's almost midnight. Perhaps I can give it to you a little bit early. I had one of the servants waiting outside for my return. They came in through the back entrance and have already snuck it into your study to reveal as a surprise for tomorrow."

"How sinister of you, plotting with our staff against me."

"Nothing sinister about it. I asked, and they agreed to help me. Unlike you, they think I'm perfectly agreeable."

"Obviously, they don't know you well enough to fear the wicked inner workings of your mind as I do."

Kate stands, gracefully sticking out her tongue and making him laugh. Anthony follows her down the hall into his study. She makes him close his eyes. He feels like a fool, stumbling into the room with Kate chuckling behind him. But, he feels guilty for thinking Kate could ever be unfaithful and indulges her wishes.

He waits for a few moments, hearing her moving something across the floor, before he asks, "Can I open my eyes now?"

"Alright, you bloody impatient man, open your eyes."

As Anthony takes his hands away from his eyes, his heart stops in his chest. He gawks at the painting on a canvas stand in front of him.

"Kate," he utters breathlessly.

Kate chews on her bottom lip, hesitantly watching him observe the painting—no, "painting" doesn't seem like the right word for what it is.

It's a masterpiece, an almost perfect depiction of Kate.

The artist captured the exact fraction that Kate's lips tilt up when she smiles in amusement. Anthony often sees that expression pointed towards him when they're engaged in one of their bantering matches. The color of her brown eyes is just as deep in the painting. They're full of so much that Anthony still wants to explore even after a year of marriage.

In the portrait, Kate's shoulders are bare, the sleeves resting low on her arm. The bottom of the picture shows the scarlet bodice of her dress. But the most alluring part is how the brown curls of her hair flow freely down her neck, cascading like a waterfall.

Anthony has a strong distaste for her bonnets and how society demands she wears her hair up in public. Anthony loves running his fingers through her hair, which probably is why she posed for the painting with it down. That minx knew it would stir a feeling within him that no one else but her has been able to elicit.

"I hired Sir Granville to paint it," Kate blurts out, nervous from how long he's remained silent. "I wanted him to paint it in a private setting because it's a bit…."

"Breathtaking," Anthony answers.

"I was going to say suggestive, but breathtaking is a good adjective," Kate grins bashfully. She steps towards him, her eyes glowing through the dim light of the room. "It's a portrait for your eyes only, no one else's."

Anthony ducks his head. "I'm sorry that I thought you were...I just—."

"Foolishly got jealous of a person who doesn't exist? Yes, yes, you did."

He runs his fingers against the frame of the painting. "I have a mind to hang this in the common area, so everyone can see how lucky I am."

Kate's eyebrows snap together. "You wouldn't dare."

"Oh, wouldn't I?" he asks playfully.

"It might encourage some men to meet the woman behind the painting," Kate notes with a mischievous glint in her eyes, pretending to consider his proposal. "Who am I to oppose admirers?"

Anthony's smirk fades. "You wouldn't dare."

"Ah, there's that handsome scowl," Kate points at him in triumph.

He swoops forward, his arms going around her waist. "You're maddening."

Kate's smile widens as she looks up at him, looping her hands around his neck. "You love it."

"You're right. I do love you. And, I love this portrait," Anthony adds, bobbing his head towards the painting. "Perhaps I should hang it in here. It can serve as a reminder of what's waiting for me when I finish my work."

She leans up a bit on her toes, her hands traveling lower down his back. "You know, I could come down to your study to remind you."

Anthony begins moving his hands as well. As they skim up her body, brushing her breast, he relishes in the sound of her moan. Anthony leans closer, pressing kisses down her neck until he gets to just the right spot. Kate's fingers curl tighter onto his back as his lips apply pressure there, and her body gravitates further against him.

"You're far too distracting," Anthony murmurs against her skin. "Perhaps, the portrait is too dangerous to be in here. I'd get nothing done."

"Exactly." She leans her face back a margin, so Anthony can see that enchanting tilt of her lips the artist depicted. "Why do you think I commissioned the painting in the first place?"

"To torture me?"

"All is fair in love and war," Kate says, grinning at him. "And hasn't our relationship always been a bit of both?"

In response, Anthony kisses her deeply and thoroughly. The sound of his pocket watch ticking starts to fade away. It gets replaced with the sound of his heart, which beats for Kate more than himself these days.

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Fall Pronto_2 || JHS

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Fall Pronto [Hoseok x Reader]

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Genre - Smut; 21+; Best Friends Brother

Summary - Hoseok was quiet. He focused on work and stayed out the way. He was calm and collected. He was patient. He didn't even dispute your food choices. What a man. It made sense that he stayed over while he visited the city for business; you had the space and it would only be a few days. There was nothing complicated about a short visit, of course not, after all, he was only your best friend's brother. Right?

🎶 - Waves - KANG DANIEL (feat. Simon Dominic & Jamie)

Warning - 21+!Only; Smut; Vulgarity;

Word Count - 1.5k

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An instant later, a strong hand cupped your face, an eager mouth slamming down on your own. The potency of aroused male, the slight sweat from the humid night; scents flooded your senses from all sides.

You froze for a second before your touch-starved body took over. Every emotion you had felt since he showed up exploding to the surface. Grabbing at his shoulders, you hungrily returned the actions of his sensual, demanding mouth, tangling your tongue with his, licking and sucking.

His hair. His silky, black, hair felt amazing as your fingers threaded through them, and gripped his head to pull him closer to you.

Hoseok pulled you to the edge of the island, your centres pressed against each other, the impact making you moan into his mouth.

Coming up for air he looks at you, both of you breathing hard, foreheads touching, the eye contact steering a brand for moment that wouldn't be forgotten anytime soon.

He looked at your lips, as his thumb caressed it, and whispered against you. 'Tell me to stop,' he gulped, 'And I will.'

The moment he separated from you, your chest grew heavy with disappointment. Not because he stopped, but because you were torn about what to do next. You didn't want it to stop. You really didn't.

And you knew he would ask. Hoseok was all things male, arrogant and egoistic and he knew he had sex appeal. But the simple act of asking, of making sure, chipped away at another defence.

You weren't thinking right, but maybe too much thinking had been done. You shook your head and you looked back into his eyes, dark with lust, and felt more than saw the violent thread of control he held onto. It flowed in waves around you.

You leaned in, a hairs breadth from his lips, 'Don't stop,' you whispered against it.

He claimed you a second later.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you met the ferocity of his kiss. Gripping your thighs, he pulled you off the counter and tucked you against his erection as he walked out of the kitchen.

Breaking off the kiss, as your back met the softness of a bed, you realized you were in the room he crashed in.

Finding his way between your legs, he was kissing you again. His body flush against yours, he tasted as sexy and dangerous and infuriating as he looked, one hand thrust into your hair, the other on your hip.

You couldn't breath, you didn't want to. He deepened the kiss, gasping as he rocked himself into you, he consumed you. Shoving the hand on your hip under your shirt, he closed his hand over your breast and squeezed.

You moaned at the rush of heat that sizzled straight to your core. Grasping for control you left his lips and kissed your way down his neck to nip at the tendons on his neck. Your teeth toyed with the sleek skin, you all but wanted to bury yourself into.

Growling low in his throat, he pulled you back to take your mouth again. He was rough, but you didn't want gentle, you needed this.

Your nails dug into his nape, as his hand found its way into your pants.

He shoved his hand into your panties brushing past the damp curls between your thighs, and thrust two fingers into you.

'Hos-ah!' you cried out in shock.

Your womb clenched around his fingers, the intrusion welcomed as you impatiently rocked yourself against his palm.

Opening your eyes, his mouth worked you, on your neck, your lips, and back again. Frustration climbing, you woke up, and pushed at his hand to tug at his shorts, until he gave in and got back up to discard them.

As he did so, you pulled your shirt off in one swoop and lied back down, palming your breasts caught up in the frenzy of the moment. He decided to help you and tugged your shorts and panties down as well. Pecking the skin above your waistline, he blew a breathe on your mound, making you roll your hips, and slid his tongue across your slit. 'Hoseok, please!'

He hummed as he rose above you and stood up, one knee on the bed. Breathing hard as he looked you up and down, 'You're so sexy.' His hand gripped at your calf, his fingers skimming the underside, then gripped it, a touch more possessive than it was made out to be.

You took a minute to appreciate his muscled body, his skin a dewy tan was luscious, warm and beautiful. You wanted to lick, and suck, mark and bite, but you wanted him inside you more.

You bit your lip, panting as your eyes met the trail that disappeared behind his shorts. Following your eyes, he looked back up at you and smirked, the rise and fall of his chest, his curled lips, he was perfect. How could this man be so perfect.

Deciding patience was overrated he, tugged at the hemline of his shirts and pulled them down. His cock sprang free, and your mouth dried up.

As he leaned toward you, his lips closed over one of your breasts, the slight sting as he nipped with his teeth, had you groaning in response. His tongue danced and kissed and suckled, impossibly heightening your senses further, as he found his way up to your neck.

Hands on either side he lowered his head to your shoulder and your womb clenched in anticipation as he seated himself in between your legs and covered you with his weight once more.

His breath on your skin, his lips at your neck, the hot suction of his mouth, driving you insane. Twisting wildly, you fisted a hand in his hair and thrust upward trying to take him inside you, attempting to pull his head back, and sate yourself at the same time.

The pleasure was driving you, too much at this point, your body too sensitive.

He didn't budge and this time he used his teeth. A clear warning. Crying out, your hands came around him, for stability, his actions leaving you a whimpering mess with no further option than to let him lead.

'Shh, I have you,' he whispered as he kissed the corner of your lips.

He moved between your thighs, as his cock, rubbed across your slit. You wanted him inside you so bad you were losing your mind.

Legs spread against the heavy intrusion, your skin throbbed in readiness, as he moved.

A single hard thrust and he was seated deep inside you, the thickness of him, a fullness you hadn't known for a while.

You froze for a minute at the strong possession, he looked up at you then, meeting your eyes, silently asking if it was okay, if you were okay, instead of answering you hauled him in for a kiss and bit at his bottom lip.

You found your way slowly, moving towards him, creating a rhythm as you continued to meet him.

Breaking off he started, 'I can't-,'

'Don't slow down.' You interrupted him, already knowing what he was going to say.

The rumble at the back of his throat reverberated through you, as he kissed you back just as fervently as you had and quickened his pace.

You couldn't go slow, he couldn't go slow, not when you'd both held back as much as you had.

Long unused muscles ached as you met his thrusts, but below all that was naked need that drove you both to madness.

Rising toward him, you met eyes, obsidian, heady with desire so deep, your body reacted immediately.

Your teeth nipped at his earlobe, your chin rubbed along his shoulder, molding your body against his sleek muscle, as he groaned against your neck at your ministrations

You pulled him impossibly close to you, running your nails along his back and torso as his pelvis met yours.

The tightness in you, was wounding itself until you couldn't breath.

'Let go, baby.' His voice sounded far away, but you felt him reach between your bodies and play with your bud, the sensations bombarding you.

Sensing your crux he fisted his hand in your hair to arch your neck, bit down on the sensitive slope and thrust hard at the same time. The relief had you shuddering, as it finally pushed you over the edge.

'Hobi!' he groaned at the sound of your voice, his name on your lips, fueling his high.

Even as you came with a scream, he pounded into you with wildness.

The feel of him had your body trembling in awareness so intense you felt owned.

'Fuck!!' A brutal word in a voice so harsh, it was almost unrecognizable. Your internal muscles spasmed in response to the oversensitivity. His hand clenched on your breast, his head in your neck and you cradled him into your arms as he went over after you.

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fly-like-a-phoenix · 3 years

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House of Lust (part 9)

Abbé de Coulmier x reader

Summary: Five years has passed since the events of Quills. The Abbé de Coulmier is released of prision by a misterious event. And he will know again those feelings he never thought will meet again: love... and lust.

Warnings: smut, masturbation.

François walked through the empty hallways, the enormous windows covered with those thick curtains that bothered him in a way he didn't understand. He moved one of them, seeing how the moonlight covered the field.

He walked in silence, his shoes not making a single noise. He bit his bottom lip, and stopped behind a door, hearing both male and female moans from the inside. There was not only a couple, tho. Must be two woman and one guy, at least.

He could her moans and other noises from other rooms too. Every grand door was closed, and he couldn't open them even if he wanted to. Same with the windows, key locked even if there were bars on them.

Besides the dining room where he already were before, he saw the large kitchen and other resting rooms. There was a library, and he saw some of the Marquis' books in there.

He continued his way to the dungeons in the basement. There was nothing in there as he was expecting. Just another giant house occupied by mad people.

He arrived to the entrance, briefly remembering it. He fainted because of the beat that guard gave him, but some flashes came to his mind. It was dark, so he went downstairs with care, until he saw a light in the end of the rock hallway.

It was a torch, and there were many lighting the place. But no one was there, so I felt strange. With some lack of trust of his mind, he took one from the holder, and walked to the cell he occupied. Obviously it was empty. But he wasn't alone. He heard a noise behind him, and he turned around quickly.

"You're out after midnight." A voice said. "Lucky you I'm not Odelle. She would punish you, that's for sure."

Josephine approached to him, so François saw her face with the light of the torch. She was another beauty, as her sisters. But nothing compared to you. You were special.

"How did you know that I was here?" He asked, his tone stronger than other times, not so afraid as it was with Odelle.

"I followed you, silly!" She said, sarcastically smiling. "Or did you really think we always leave these torches burning?"

Somehow, it was a nonsense. She didn't know that he was going out of your bedroom to explore the mansion. In fact, he adventured to do it at the moment he left you in the bed.

"You followed me? How---?

"I saw you leaving my sister's room, and I guess I knew you were going to explore the place, including the dungeons, so I waited for you in here."

François looked at her in silence, calming his breath. He wasn't afraid of her at all. He was just curious. Was she really different to Odelle as you said? Or she was the same?

She talked to him before. She wasn't so rude, that was right. But still, she wanted the same that her sister: she wanted to corrupt him. She looked for him. She took him out of prison to do it.

"Right... Listen, I will go back to Y/N's room. Let's just... Let's just leave this here, please."

"Oh, my dear Abbé. Are you afraid of me telling something to Odelle? I'm not gonna do it, trust me."

He chuckled. He will have to do it.

"Alright, I'll do it. I'll trust in you. What do you want?"

"Why would I want something?" She said, and kept smiling.

"I don't think that you would find me exploring your house and let me go just like that..."

"Yeah, well. You're right. It's not going to be a free pass. You will have to come with me, and I will say nothing to Odelle. Deal?"

He pictured you in his mind for a second. Maybe if he didn't go with Josephine, she would say to Odelle that he was trying to escape, and that you let him, helping him.

You were the only thing that tied him to the place since he arrived. And he didn't want you to be blamed for nothing. Actually, you could even be in danger.

"Deal." He said, finally, nodding and following Josephine to the entrance of the basement and to her room.

He turned off the torch and left it aside while Josephine closed the door. The room wasn't as large as Odelle's one. It was the same as yours, but there was not a chimney, or the divan, or the table and chairs. Only the bed and some auxiliar night tables.

"Sit in there." She said, almost whispering.

He did what she said, curious again about her next movement, just the same that happened with Odelle the day before.

She kneeled down in front of him, her hands on his thighs, opening his legs. She approached the more she could because of his cassock, smiling.

His breathing became heavier. His heartbeat accelerated. And she was closer, more and more, to his crotch. Until she stand and started to kiss him, very gentle.

He didn't close his eyes at first, not trusting her. But then, you came to his mind again, and Josephine's lips became yours to him, which let his mind fly away.

He let his hands on her waist, squeezing as gentle as her hands caressed his face. The kiss deepened more and more, and he felt himself getting harder.

"Lay down." She said, moving away while he went to rest his head in her pillow. She crawled to him, kissing him again while her hands started to unbotton his shirt and cassock.

She was actually sweet as you said. He remembered how Odelle scratched his chest with her nails. But Josephine was different.

She touched his neck at first, then his collarbone, and finally his chest, the tips of her fingers barely skimming his pale, soft skin, lining his light muscles.

He enjoyed every touch, moving his hips up to meet her body, his eyes closed, thinking only in you. He moaned against her mouth when he felt how suddenly she pinched his nipples. He used to touch them when he masturbated. But feeling other fingers on them was amazing. And he loved it.

"Don't move." She said, sitting in the bed and taking her dress off. He looked at her and her perfect body, and then he looked down, his cassock raised up because of his erection.

"My sister will give you pleasure. But I will receive it. I want to know how good you are, and how you can progress, so you can also give pleasure to Y/N. Got it? Now, teach me if you know what to do with that pretty mouth of yours."

He couldn't say anything, because Josephine laid on him, kissing him again. He was thinking, tho. Give pleasure to you? But you already said no to them before. Were they going to try to make you part of it again?

Josephine held herself in her forearms, moving until her big breasts where at the height of his face. He saw them in awe, rememering Madeline's and how much he wanted to kiss them and feel them with his hands and mouth...

"Don't think it so much, Abbé." She said, as if she was reading his mind. And he didn't. He took one in his mouth, feeling her nipple with his tongue while his hand cupped the other.

Josephine gasped, and then she started to moan. She liked how he made circles with his tongue, his lips sucking, wanting more of her breast inside his mouth.

He changed to the other. And he bit her a little. She missed a breath, liking that rude part of him. And a few moments later, she moved again, sitting on his face.

That surprised him. But then, without thinking about it, he started to tongue her, feeling her clit with his lips, sucking it, gaining her moans again. He knew a lot about biology and medicine. And he knew women liked that part to be stimulated.

He licked her folds in a way he had always dream to do with a woman, but he never could. The skin was different. The smell, the savour, the wetness of her dripping down all over his nose, intoxicating his mouth.

She came a few moments after with a noisy moan, his hands squeezing her buttocks while she trembled against him. Josephine recovered her breath, and laid down next to him, looking at his erect member pressing against his cassock.

"I'm sorry, but I can't help you with it." She said, again seemed to be reading his mind. "It's not that I don't wanna to. I'm dying for do it. But you'll have to find release alone. Now go back to your room. Remember my promise, my attractive priest."

She stood in there, naked, watching him leave her bed. He was about to open the door, but she called him again.

"Abbé." She said, making him turn. "You are very good with your tongue if this is your first time doing it. Congrats."

She winked her eye, and smiled again. He left the room without saying or gesticulating anything, and opened your door with care. He glanced at you sleeping so well at your bed, shame in his face.

He couldn't believe he thought of you while doing those things to your sister. But he couldn't see her face. He only saw yours, as he was doing now.

He laid down in the divan, looking at you. And thinking it was bad to do it, he let his hand enter his cassock, and started to masturbate while touching his still naked chest as Josephine did before, twisting his nipples to feel more pleasure.

His hand went up and down, quicker at every moment that past. His thumb caressed the head of his member, and his own fingers weren't enough to sorround it completely.

He was very big, as many maids from Charenton used to think, imagining what he hid under the holy cassock. They were right. Their lustful desires where truth. He committed to God having such a delightful cock.

He didn't stop until he came, his hand covered in his viscous substance, a strong moan dying in his throat. He covered his mouth with the other hand, fearing you've heard him.

But you only turned around under the sheets, completely lost in the dreams world. He cleaned his hand with a piece of cloth that was near, and turned to face the backup of the divan, immediately falling sleep, feeling guilty because of the lust he felt, specifically for you.

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