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rocorambles · 4 years

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Who’s The Baby?

Pairing: Kenma x Reader

Genre: NSFW, PWP

Warnings: Degradation

Summary: You really should have thought twice before teaming up with Kuroo to tease your boyfriend.

Requested by Anon

You’re always mothering Kenma, but he doesn’t mind. He’s kind of used to it honestly, especially after having to put up with Kuroo throughout most of his life. He’s always glued to some kind of device as he juggles work, gaming, and streaming, so he’s appreciative of how you check in on him and make sure he’s eaten and drank enough and he won’t admit it, but he also loves how you comb his hair for him and style it. Really, it’s all fine...until it isn’t.

Kuroo drops by the house one day and the three of you chat. Well, Kuroo and you chat while Kenma sits in front of his computer, typing and clicking away. Kuroo watches in amusement as you bring a plate of food to Kenma and spoon feed him bite after bite and his braying hyena laugh fills the room when he watches you take a napkin and wipe Kenma’s mouth for him.

“Oi, Kenma, aren’t you a little too old to be treated like a baby? You can’t expect this kind of treatment all the time. But I have to admit, it’s kind of adorable.”

Kenma ignores his best friend’s taunts, but his ears snap to attention at the sound of your laughter.

“He’s cute! He’s like a little baby. It’s kind of sweet.”

Kenma can feel irritation rising up within him. Were you making fun of him? With Kuroo? He watches the two of you cackle to each other at his expense and he can feel his pride being torn to shreds with every word that comes out of your mouth. You thought he was like a child? You felt like you were preparing to be a mom? He can’t even concentrate on the screen in front of him as his jaw clenches and his fists tremble with rage. He doesn’t know how he lasts the rest of Kuroo’s visit without visibly blowing up in front of you two, but finally his best friend says goodbye and it’s just the two of you.

You hum as you wash Kuroo’s mug and pour a cup of water for your boyfriend before walking over to his computer station and dropping the cup off on his desk, but you’re startled by the hand suddenly wrapped around your wrist, preventing you from leaving. Confused, you look at Kenma, but you bite your lip in nervousness as intense cat eyes glare at you.

“Did you enjoy making fun of me all day with Kuroo?” Your heart drops and guilt eats at you as you profusely apologize to your boyfriend, but Kenma shuts you up with a scowl. “I don’t care if you’re sorry. You meant what you said, right? Do you even see me as a boyfriend? Or a man?” You immediately try to assure him, but he ignores your pleading words as he firmly pushes you down by the shoulders until you’re kneeling between his legs. You feel so small as you look up at him from your position and you shiver at his next words. “Prove it to me.”

You scramble to pull down his pants, but anxiety makes you clumsy and your hands are shaking too much. Kenma scoffs. “I’m the baby? You can’t even do something as simple as this.” He removes his pants and he watches as you mouth at his cock, leave little kisses on his inner thighs, and gently fondle his balls. When he’s fully erect, he places a hand on your head and soothingly strokes your hair and you perk up, thinking he’s in a better mood, but suddenly he harshly tangles his fingers in your roots. “Open your mouth.”

You obediently do as he says and you prepare to take his tip in your mouth, but you yelp as he shoves your head all the way down until your nose is brushing against his abdomen. You claw at his thighs as you attempt to get off and breathe, but he just firmly holds you there. You inhale as much as you can through your nose, but your throat aches and you whine. The vibrations from your throat make Kenma throw his head back and he begins roughly jerking his hips and tears leak from your eyes as your mouth is used as a fuck hole for your boyfriend. He’s never been this rough with you and you know your jaw will ache tomorrow, but something about how dominating and feral he is as he uses your body however he wants elicits something dark inside of you and your thighs clench together in arousal.

Kenma smirks as he sees the telltale signs of lust on your face and he pulls you off of his dick with a lewd wet popping sound. He cruelly laughs at you when you whine and try to place your mouth on him again, but he just pulls your hair even tighter to hold you in place and you pout up at him. “Is kitten that desperate for cock? You’re drooling and begging for it like a whore. Does it taste that good? I think another part of you wants it more though.” He drags his foot against your clothed pussy and he smiles at the way you keen and grind against him. “Maybe you aren’t a kitten. Maybe you’re a puppy. You definitely look like a bitch in heat when you’re humping my foot like that. Strip and ride me.”

You almost rip your clothing as you fling the articles off of you and Kenma bites his cheek when he feels how wet you are. Your knees are on either side of his thighs, your hands are tightly clutching his shoulder, and your mouth opens wide as you smoothly bottom out on his dick. He doesn’t give you even a second to adjust before he smacks your ass. “Don’t make me wait.” You moan as you frantically ride him, bouncing up and down in his lap while he just sits back, still fully clothed, and lazily stares at you. You clench your eyes in frustration. Kenma usually met you halfway in all your previous sexual activities, so you’re not used to doing all the work yourself and it’s not enough. No matter how fast or hard you ride his cock, it’s not enough and you try to move a hand to rub your clit, but Kenma holds your hands in his and you sob as you continue to do everything you can to find relief. But it’s useless and you find yourself groveling for your boyfriend to help you.

“Kenma, please! Please help me cum.” Your boyfriend tauntingly coos at you. “You sure I’m man enough to help you? Wouldn’t want to get in your way. Didn’t you just tell Kuroo that you do everything around here? But you can’t even get yourself off. I wonder what Kuroo would think of you now if he saw what a slutty mess you are begging for me to help you.”

You wail as you desperately continue bouncing your ass. It feels so good. He’s filling you so well, but it’s not enough to reach your peak and you begin to plead again. “Kenma, I’m sorry! You’re more than enough for me. I can’t do this without you. Please help me. Please please please.” Kenma brings his fingers to your engorged clit and he watches in fascination as drool trickles down your face as you open your mouth in a silent scream. He’s not even moving his fingers, but you still try to rub yourself against his still digits. He teases you a little longer, just barely grazing your sensitive bud with his fingers as he holds his hand steady and he takes in the lewd sight of you lifting yourself up and down his shaft while trying to shake your hips enough to continuously brush your clit against his fingers. You look absolutely sex crazed as you work yourself into a frenzy on top of him.

He wants to tease you for so much longer and he would if he could, but he can feel his own release just around the corner as you continue riding him. Deciding to take some pity on you, he sharply thrusts up into you, matching your rapid pace, and you scream at the added pressure and depth of each stroke as his balls slap against your ass. He rapidly begins to circle your clit and all it takes is a few more thrusts before your back arches and he can feel your walls spasm and milk his throbbing length. You collapse in his arms as he continues to brutally piston in and out of you in order to chase his own end. Your body twitches, overstimulated, but too exhausted to try and stop him and with a stuttering of his hips, Kenma grabs your hips with a bruising grip and sinks you fully down one last time as he spills his seed inside of you.

Panting breaths fill the room as the two of you recover. Kenma rubs soothing circles into your hips and whispers murmur after murmur of praise into your ear until he feels your body finally go still and fully melt. He gingerly slides out of you and he can almost feel himself getting aroused again at the sight of his cum and your juices dripping out of your ravaged cunt, but he quickly shakes the thought out of his head as he carefully carries you to the bathroom. He draws a bath and the two of you sit there together, his arms wrapped around your waist as you lean your torso and head back against his body.

You finally find the strength to speak and with a raspy voice you apologize again, but Kenma just fondly kisses the top of your head. “I really don’t mind that you take care of me. I love it actually, but just try not to team up with Kuroo against me anymore. He’s bad enough just by myself. He doesn’t need any help from you.” You tiredly chuckle as you sink further into his hold. “I don’t know. If this is how sex is after I make fun of you with Kuroo, I might need to do it more often.” You squeal as a splash of water hits your face before retaliating with a splash of your own and any tension that had built up completely dissipates as the two of you playfully continue your water fight.

#haikyuu smut #kenma x reader #kenma #haikyuu fic #haikyuu #haikyuu writing #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios

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bonesingerofyme-loc · 6 years

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Shattered Legions I

Examining in narrative form the characters that make up my Shattered Legions killteam.

Personae Raven Guard Captain Leucas Kypto, XIX Brother Ides Conom, XIX Brother Macito Orn, XIX Iron Hands Brother Mordecai Castron, X Sons of Horus Luna Wolves Brother Aviko Barradon, XVI World Eaters Sergeant Khord, XII Death Guard Brother Varecht Poole, XIV Thousand Sons Codicier Noltak Vaal, Raptora, XV

‘I am Alpharius.’ Across the arming room, Aviko glances up at him while Leucas and Khord continue stripping down their bolters. All were present, save Vaal, some stripped to bodysuits, others in partially dismantled battle plate. His words only seem to register with Ides, who slowly rises to his feet, putting aside his jump-pack. Before the Raven Guard can speak, Macito goes on:

‘That’s what they always say. The Alpha Legion, I mean. Has anyone else fought alongside them?’

‘I had more than enough experience on Isstvan,’ Ides spat, voice rough, an octave higher and coarse from a slash across his neck, courtesy of an Emperor’s Child. Macito nods and can’t push aside the clench of guilt around his two hearts.

‘We all did. I meant before.’ Ides returns to his seat, but doesn’t break the acid glare he’s sending.

‘There is no before. There’s Isstvan, and there’s now.’ Leucas sighs.

‘Ides. Brother. Center yourself. Brother Macito, get to the point.’ It’s a name that by now feels almost more natural than the one he was born with, the one that slides a little farther away every day.

‘I’m saying they had strength of purpose. The Alpha Legion. I was thinking about the Legions that – the ones that betrayed us. Some of them…don’t feel surprising. Word Bearers. Night Lords. Even the Iron Warriors, I can consider and find reason.’

Sul’in’s voice rumbles through the arming chamber from his corner, deep in the shadow. Macito can only make out the shadowed shape of the marine, hulking and huge as he works on a long, serrated blade. The Salamander’s eyes burn in the darkness and he claims bright light irritates his rad-burns.

‘Curze’s bastard sons never sat right with me. None of the honesty of the World Eaters-‘ Khord grunts at this, but makes no other move as he slots diamantite teeth into a chainaxe. ‘and all the brutality of the Wolves. At least the Wolves have a purpose. Those bastards in midnight…all they lived for was torture. It was unclean.’

‘That is my point, that exactly, Ashrock. There’s a flaw, or some…some truth to the Legions that turned that reveals the treachery. The Night Lords were criminals, all of them. Rapists and murderers given the geneseed. The Word Bearers might’ve once worshipped the Emperor, but who knows what other fanes they found to bow to. Perturabo was always unhappy, always hating Dorn. Horus could offer the Iron Warriors nothing more than the chance to kill the Fists and it would be enough.’ Macito shakes his head, putting his bolter carefully aside, resting it on hooks and placing his gauntleted hands on his knees.

‘The Alpha Legion, that is more curious to me.’

‘What’s curious? What’s possibly curious? They’re traitors, Macito. Traitors. We don’t need to understand them; we don’t need to figure them out. We only need to kill them.’ It would always be Ides, he had considered once, always Ides that would be the one. There is so much hatred that burns in that son of Corax, a nucleonic nugget in his chest that will never, ever cool. At Praxitilum V, when they had struck the outpost of the III Legion for resupply, his bloody rampage had rivaled Khord’s. Ides had no nails to blame.

Barradon shrugs, pauldrons hissing as they match his gesture. Underneath the applications of white paint, splashed and slathered across the surfaces, here and there can be seen tiny streaks and patches of oceanic green, peeking through gouges and scrapes. In contrast to the liberal and careless application of ivory coating sits a meticulous and pristine wolf’s head set against a crescent moon in deep black. It had been an obsession of the Astartes’ to find something, anything to blot away his old colors. The paint slathered across his armor is usually meant for decking and bulkheads, appropriated without care. The reborn Luna Wolf had gouged out the crimson, slitted Eye jewels with his combat knife, defacing them and throwing them into waste chutes. The settings still yawn at his belt and chest, hollow like sockets absent teeth.

‘There’s a worth in knowing why. If only to remember where the line is.’ Ides snorted, and didn’t deign to respond. There was a constant tension between him and the three of their little group, the three whose Legions had fallen into treachery. Aviko Barradon, Khord and Varecht Poole, who had never been to Istvaan, who had heard of their Legion’s damnation and turned aside. Each dealt with it in a different way.

Barradon had regressed, repainting his armor, acting sometimes as if the years as a Son of Horus had never occurred. As if the Legion that marched with the damned Warmaster was something different. Something he had never been a part of.

Khord, ever a simple and straightforward World Eater, simply walked away. He still sported the bone-white and sky-blue of his Legion, still the beaten brass devoured world adorned his pauldron. It wasn’t his fault his lunatic father had led his Legion into insanity. Why should he apologize?

Varecht Poole hoped. He had hoped that his father, Mortarion, had made a mistake. An error. A miscalculation. That there could be redemption, for his Primarch and his Legion. That maybe, maybe, his father could be made to see the truth of things, the right of things. Then he had learned of Istvaan V, of Primarchs butchered in the sands. Now Poole was empty, a hollowed out core of a man, more mechanical than the augmented Iron Hands.

And Ides Conom could forgive none of them, nor ever forget their origins. Even if none of the three had been at Istvaan, even if lightyears had separated them from the perfidy committed in the hell of Urgall, Ides would never see them as anything but traitors. Useful, convenient traitors, but still, at their deepest core: tainted.

‘So I try to understand Alpha Legion. The others, I can find a way. Alpha Legion? ‘I am Alpharius’, they always say. When I served alongside them, I only knew a handful of names. They are their Primarch, they say. They are all one. One person, one mind, one purpose. Hydra.’

Leucas gives a slow nod, putting aside his lapping powder and resting his detached pauldron at his feet, still shining with polish. The bold, heraldic Raven was scratched and marred by las-blasts and the teeth of chainswords but never would its luster fade.

Leucas Kypto, son of the Raven, Captain of the Forty-Ninth, the only reason any of them were alive. Leucas who had pulled Sul’in from the glassy soil of a nuclear crater, hauling the enormous Salamander free of the razor-edged debris. Leucas who had gutted Word Bearers and Night Lords alike, slaughtering through the madness of Urgall toward the scattered landers that remained. Leucas who had beaten sense into Ides, with shouted words and then fists, knocking his brother from rage into sensibility. Leucas who had hauled Mordecai, bodily, from the field as the Iron Hand raged, frothing for the heads of the bastards, the bastards who killed his father.

Leucas, who had gone back. Leucas, who, with a battered Thunderhawk ready to launch, with injured and dying brothers on board, with the galaxy guttering into insensibility and horror around him, had turned his back and dove into the crush once more. Because he saw another brother, saw another Raven with its wings clipped, struggling to safety. Leucas who had gripped his hand and pauldron, who had pressed his helm to Macito’s and shouted to be heard over the din of dying dreams. To come with him. To stand. To fight on. To live.

Leucas had ‘saved’ him.

Leucas who had kept their slowly growing, dysfunctional band together and alive through the months after the Massacre.

Leucas who had stood between Ides and Khord, bodily interposing between a man with nothing to lose and a man lost to the Nails and talked both down.

‘I can follow your meaning,’ Leucas says, crossing arms across his broad plastron. ‘The Alpha Legion strives to all be singular. If the order came from their Primarch, who would question it?’ The marine shakes his head, sighing long and deep. ‘This is the seeds from which all of this was sown. Secrecy. Blind obedience. Wheels within wheels and intrigue where there should only have been warriors.’

‘The rot of the Lodges,’ Aviko grinds out, and rare was it that he would speak at all of his Legion. Several heads nod at that. ‘The Lodges,’ spits Khord, the words like crumbling masonry. ‘We had none of that shit in the XIIth, but I saw it enough in others.’

‘The Lodges,’ whispers Poole. He holds out a hand, where a small metal disc glints. His low voice is monotone, bereft of any feeling or inflection. ‘Where all could be equal. Where anything could be said. ‘I can’t say’. ‘I can’t say.’ Would you betray your own brothers? ‘I can’t say.’’

‘How excellent, we all understand why our brothers betrayed us. Now their treachery is clear.’ Ides slams his bolter onto the rack and stands, pushing towards the door. ‘This conversation goes places I don’t care for.’

‘Ides.’ Leucas does not raise his voice, nor change his tone, but the Raven Guard stops short of the hatch.

‘Sit down.’ For a long moment, Conom remains with his hand outstretched, reaching for the release, before he slowly lowers it, and stomps back to the battered metal bench.

‘I’m sure Brother Macito had a point behind all this.’ Leucas raises an eyebrow, black like the short-cropped hair on his head.

‘I did.’ Macito sucks in a deep breath, holds it for a second, and releases it. All of it.

‘I am Alpharius.’

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atlaswriting · 5 years

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STEPS TO GRIEVING:

Denial.

The calm before the storm settles in like the beginning of winter, an aching chill bites at my bones—his side of the bed is empty and unslept. I sit up. Wait for any rustling in the kitchen, peak over into Theodore’s nursery; pause for the dismemberment of his room—silence.

Unsteady feet drag me across my bedroom door, tear open our closet—my closet now; I should have guessed that boys with matchsticks for hands would burn down everything they touch.

Knowing hands curl and uncurl into fists, white knuckling as I hurdle my body down the hallway—girl into comet. Nausea rises up my throat, bile in the form of everything left unsaid. I run back toward our room—my room—and tear open the drawers of his bureau. Unapologetic wood stares back at me and I slam it close.

I don’t cry.

Anger.

I break every plate we have—all of our glasses and bowls. When there’s nothing left to break in the kitchen and my feet are bloodied, I’m left with the gentle reminder of all the pieces he’s left behind.

Ellie begs me to stop—says these smoke signals won’t bring him home. Tells me that bleeding myself dry isn’t a sacrifice I have to make.

I want to laugh—tell her that destroying everything else means I can’t destroy myself. Instead I find a t-shirt of his and cut it up. Instead I walk into Theo’s room and rip at the blue and green walls until the paint is covered in scratches and his crib is nothing more than firewood.

Still, the tears refuse to come.

Depression.

Three months and the ache hasn’t become any less dull. The door in my chest that kept all my hauntings inside begins to rattle and I wonder—would it be such a bad thing for the ghosts to sneak out? For my body to not be their only playground?

I forget to eat. Forget to purge. Forget to shower and go to class—I forget to talk, speak to Ellie in grunts and nods, eventually she gives up, gives me my space. She stays in her room and I stay in mine.

I’ve changed the bed sheets three times—but they all smell like him. I think of setting fire to the bed, burn him out of me once and for all.

Lately, I drink more wine than water—and drink tequila every time the tears well: will myself not to let them fall—he doesn’t get to win this.

Bargaining.

Please come back.

I’ll be better. Do better.

We can try again. They won’t be him – but we can try.

I love you, Abram.

Please please please.

Abram, it’s Elise. I’m using Ellie’s phone. For the love of God please text me. Call me.

You’re it for me.

I lost him and I lost you, how is that fair?

It was supposed to be always.

I’m done trying – I can’t do this anymore, this begging, this awful need. It’s been a year. I don’t even think you’re at this number anymore. But I’m done trying. This is it. I’m closing my heart to you. You get what you wanted.

You win.

Acceptance.

“You’ve been sitting in these groups for months, do you want to share anything? This is a safe space.” Georgette smiles at me, tucking a piece of brown hair behind her ears.

“I… don’t know what to say? Um—Hi—my name is Elise and I—I killed my son.”

“Hi Elise.”

I look around at all the faces; some were aged with wrinkles while others looked fresh out of high school.

“You don’t have to say anything you aren’t comfortable with,” Georgie urges softly, “No one here is going to judge you.”

The brutally honest in’s and out’s of these people’s lives lay bare in their hands clutched between fingertips and held out—hoping someone else is just as fucked as they are.

“I guess I was sick—am sick—always gonna be sick,” I press my lips together; “I never liked who I was?” I keep my eyes focused on the wringing of my hands, “I wanted to tear myself to pieces because it was the one thing I could control. But I killed him—I let the sickness take control. I fell to my knees in front of the toilet, focused more on the immediate relief than on keeping him strong—,” I stop and a woman next to me hands me a tissue—I don’t realize I’m crying until warm tears fall into my palms. “I allowed this… thing inside of me to infect him.”

“Who, Elise?” Georgie urges.

Brows crease, I look up at her—all eyes on me I realize that the letters of his name feel foreign to me. I haven’t spoken his name in so long it felt fake.

“Theodore,” I admit, “He would have been one a month ago and I often wonder what would he be doing? Would he look more like me or his father? What would have been his first words?”

“And the father—has he been supportive through this?”

I laugh, drawing puzzled looks from a crying woman across from me. By the way her shoulders shake with a sob I could tell this was her first meeting.

“He…left.” I say, “I don’t blame him, I guess.” Lie. “He had to do what’s best for him. I’m over it.”

“Elise…” Georgie begins.

“I’m writing again, though.” I change the subject, “I’m almost done with my first manuscript.”

That night I don’t stop crying—let the tears fall until Ellie’s small body wraps around mine, feel her arms tighten, they push back the pieces of myself I’ve dislodged.

/ / / / / / /

I find love again in between empty take away containers and highlighters.

“We need a break!” Delaney declares as she pushes herself up from her stomach, “It’s perfect—you know it’s perfect. I know it’s perfect. So let’s take a break.”

Using chopsticks I shovel another mouthful of lo-mein between my lips and stare at her. After I swallow I say, “It’s nowhere near perfect, Laney. It can be better—do you think the end is a little…aggressive?”

“She died of a broken heart, Elise. If that isn’t the opposite of aggressive—,”

“I just don’t want it to trigger people.”

“It won’t.”

“Or try to tell them that this is what you strive for. That suicide is the right end when somebody breaks your heart… I don’t want girls to read this and—”

“They won’t.” She sighs and stands, holding her hand out to me, “Dance with me.”

I roll my eyes, flip through my pages and shake my head, “There’s no music.”

Laney wiggles her fingers, “It wasn’t a question.”

I stare back at her—sunflower yellow curls and a bright smile that just about disarmed me. Reluctantly I take her hand and stand. Wrap my hands around her waist, Laney’s curls around my neck. “Are you distracted yet?”

“A little.”

Our bodies sway to nothing—the raucous from London’s nightlife died down to a whisper and her brown eyes swallowed me. Not the blue I wanted, but I knew she was safe.

Leaning forward, she presses her lips to mine, “And now?” Soft and slow, Laney kisses me now like how she’ll kiss me in fifty years. She tastes like cheap wine and even cheaper take away—but I love it.

“Completely.”

/ / / / / / /

I’ve torn myself apart. Dug my fingers into the space between ribs and pulled, cracked apart the pomegranate and choked on the seeds.

I razed myself to cinder—breathed in the ash and re-birthed in ruin.

Refused to pray. Got up off my scarred knees, unclasped my hands and burned the bible. Spent so much time thinking I could stick my fingers down my throat and regurgitate holy water—spent so much time thinking that was the only way to be divine.

Less girl, more phoenix—holding ghosts under skin, dead parts of myself I’ve killed to get to where I am.

“Tell us about your book—a debut, correct?”

I look over at Robin Roberts who holds a copy of my book, “Yes. My first—hopefully not my last, but,” I shrug, “Nothing is ever guaranteed.” My fake laugh matches hers. “It’s… about a girl who lost everything—herself, her love—herself. There is no happy ending in Heartbreak Hattrick—which is sad for me, I’m a Lifetime kind of gal, but I don’t think we’re all awarded happy endings.”

“It’s sold as fiction—but is it something more? Something a little realer?”

I shrug, “Some parts. I suppose Annie, the main character’s end is how I saw myself years ago. After my son’s miscarriage, I sort of just—shut down. Luckily for both Annie and I, I made it out alive so I could tell her story.”

Robin nods, “There was some buzz in the Twittersphere that you had gone through something traumatic. Do you feel comfortable talking about it?”

I expected the question—braced myself for it and somehow the words still manage to hit like bullets. I try to maintain a smile, look toward Laney who stands next to a camera man, she smiles back at me, gives me a thumbs up and I look over at Robin, “Not completely. It’s been five years and there isn’t a day that passes where I don’t miss him.” I pull back the sleeve of my blazer and show her—and the camera the delicate script of his name on the outside of my wrist. “What I do want to say about it is: to any person who gives birth, if you ever go through a miscarriage it is not your fault. Despite what your partner may think or say or do—it is not your fault.”

“Your partner at the time he—,”

“Oh, Robin, you’re going to have to get me drunk for me to answer that.”

We laugh and she nods, “Fair enough—but I do have to ask one more question before we finish. Is it true that there’s movie talks in the works.”

I feign my best surprise face, “You won’t tell anyone will you?” She shakes her head and my eyes fall onto the camera as the words come out of my mouth, fully rehearsed with my manager before walking on set, “We may already be filming.”

/ / / / / / /

“Do you still love him?” Delaney asks that night before we fall asleep, “This is a 250 page love letter, isn’t it?”

I turn toward her, cup her cheeks in my hand and weigh my options: ‘yes’ feels wrong lingering on the tongue but ‘no’ feels like a lie. Finally I sigh and kiss her forehead, “I don’t think so. It’s more of an apology I guess.”

/ / / / / / /

Laney groans as I pull her into a coffee shop, adjust my glasses and order our coffees.

“I don’t know why you wanted to move back to LA,” she whines, “It’s so hot and sunny. Don’t you miss London and New York?”

“Sure, but LA feels like home to me. Not Paris home but good enough.”

“We can move to Paris,” Laney muses, “We haven’t gone there yet. Maybe we should go this year? Besides,” Laney pouts, “I don’t think your friend Ellie likes me much. Ever since we’ve moved next door to her she’s been rather…standoffish”

I nod, lean in and kiss her, “Ellie isn’t—oh—shoot, I forgot our straws hold on.” Laney waits by the door as I hold our coffees and rush toward the end table of extras: milk, cream, sugar and straws. Paying attention to the coffee and little else, I don’t notice when I turn around and the six dollar, overpriced ( but totally worth it ) iced latte winds up down the sweat pants of some guy standing too close for comfort. Immediately I drop the saved coffee onto the counter as he fumbles around apologies and let me buy you another—I reach for a handful of napkins and begin rubbing at his pants—ignoring Laney’s call to my name, looking up only when I hear his voice say it.

“Elise?”

I stop wiping and look up—“Holy fuck.” I drop the napkins into the trash and step away, reaching out my arm for the cup on the counter and holding it tight against my chest. “Sorry I didn’t—,”

“You mean you don’t always accost strangers’ crotches with ice and napkins in public?”

I glare up at him—staring over the thin rim of my glasses—the first sentence he’s spoken to me in five years and it’s a joke.

“If I knew the stranger was you it probably would’ve been fire or acid or—,”

“Elise, love—are you okay?” Laney closes in on us, arm sneaking between mine.

Nodding I look up at Abram then at her, “Delaney this is Abram. An old…friend.”

Abram snorts into his own coffee.

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(Pst watch dead girl walking from heathers if u arent busy cuz its related to my request)so mc broke in their room from the window and she woke them and said thry aint gonna sleep tonight and she'll break them (rfa+v)

Ihave to say that I really loved this prompt. At first I was extremelyconfused by it, mainly cause I didn’t know what the heck Heatherswas, but then I googled the song and I stumbled over this animaticversion of it and it was such a great experience OMFG! I watched themovie I’d never heard of (and loved it), I watched the musical I’dnever seen before (and loved it, although the actor for JD wasn’tRyan in the recording, sadly) and listened to all the songs again andagain, singing loudly to almost all of them. If anyone wants tofangirl over Heathers, my door is wide open. Especially to those wholove the fuck out of JD, cause I sure as fuck found a new obsession.

Anyway,I had to change the prompt ever so slightly, making it more angry sexlike in the musical instead of directly translating it with the wholewindow climbing thing. To make up for it I hid almost the entire DeadGirl Walking lyrics within this prompt. One of the reasons it took meso long to write. It also got rather long…again. I have toapologize though, because you requested V, but I just couldn’timagine him in such a situation. Instead I wrote Saeran and used thisas an addition to the troublemaker prompt I posted a while ago. Sohere is || PART 2||and a link to || PART 1 ||.I really hope you enjoy.Writing smut was hard this time.

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♬Zen♬

He’d called you about amillion times and you had yet to grace him with a reply. Not ananswer, not a call, not even a quick text message to let him knowthat you were still alive. Zen was possessive and overprotective tobegin with, but since the accident a couple of months ago where he’ddramatically found out that you were running a huge drug cartel hisworries for your safety had gotten even worse. Rightly so, he likedto remind you, as it hadn’t been the last time you’d found yourselfshot or otherwise harmed. Not to mention that you alwaysrefused to go to the hospital – “Zen, honey, think about it.How the fuck am I supposed to explain why my body contains twobullets without admitting to smuggling drugs?” - which meantthe only patch-up you ever got was from yours truly and Zen was a lotof things, but not a goddamn doctor. The wounds took longer to healthan he was used to and the scars never fully faded. As an actor,who’s job depended on body, he wished you would take better care ofyours.

Then again, it wasn’t likeyou having those kind of scars made you aesthetically unpleasing tohim. He couldn’t have cared less, if that is the only thing wrongwith out. What really bugged him was that you seemed to be growingincreasingly more reckless, scars multiplying rather quickly. Hecouldn’t keep up with it. Eventually he’d given up on receiving areply, hoping and praying that you were alright and come morning he’dfind you asleep by his side. He’d fallen asleep eventually, thoughreluctantly and fitful.

♬

“Zen, wake up”, youwhispered into his ear. You let your lips brush over the sensitiveskin behind it, watching with pleasure as the little hairs on hisnape began standing up. You chuckled lowly, pleased to see theimmediate response his body gave to you. You wrapped your arms aroundhim from behind, trailing them down his chiseled chest to the V ofhis hips and eventually dipped below the rubber band of his boxerbriefs. You smirk to yourself when just that is enough to catch Zen’sattention, making him squirm and moan lowly.

Long fingers wrappedaround his girth without further hesitation, slowly pumping the longmember into hardness. It never really took long to get Zen aroused, afact that both of you had dwelled in a lot over the years. Hisrefractory period was amazingly short and allowed you to have sexagain and again and again. His lust was truly without compare, onlyever matched by yours. When he’d called himself a beast he hadn’tlied and you were very appreciative of said fact. This time around,however, it was time for the beast in you to awake.

Once you’d felt theprecome beginning to coat your fingers you’d removed your hand,trailing it up his body and to his chest. You’d dug your nails intohis pecs, forcefully turning him onto his back and climbing on top ofhim. Zen’s eyes had jumped open, a gasp falling from his lips. Youcould tell that he was about to say something, effectively silencinghim by rolling your hips, creating sweet friction against hiserection. “Sorry, but I really had to wake you. See…I decided Imust ride you ‘till I break you.”

Zen, who’d still been halfasleep, found himself rather awake when you’d decided to free hiscock from the restriction of his underwear. He watched with wideeyes, as you lifted your skirt, pushed aside your lace panties andsank down onto his thick appendage. You hissed at his girth splittingyou up and yet didn’t stop for a second, burying him deeper inside ofyou until his entire length was nestled within your hot, tight walls.You stopped, giving yourself a moment to get used to the suddenintrusion before beginning to roll your hips languidly.

It felt good to be incontrol for once, the fact that he was naked while you were stillfully dressed adding some sort of thrill to it. At first yourmovements were slow and deliberate, allowing you to take in the sightbefore you. Zen’s eyes were half lidded and dazed, lips parted andshiny from where he’d licked them. The way he looked at you made yourblood rush faster, heating your skin pleasantly. He reached out then,resting his big hands on your hips. His fingers dug into your skinmomentarily, leaving his marks on you like you’d hoped he would.

While you rested yourhands on his chest, using that hold as leverage, his hands travelledhigher to grasp your breasts, holding them firmly as he played withyour nipples until they hardened under his admission. It was thenthat you’d decided that enough was enough, slapping away his hands.You were the one making the calls, not him. To drive that point homeyou dug your nails into his chest, making him hiss quietly, beforestarting to roll your hips with more fervour. You were using him topleasure yourself and you enjoyed it.

“P-please…”, hebegged eventually, red eyes trained only on you. You met his gaze,licking and nibbling at your bottom lip, smirking devilishly.Torturously slow you started to lift yourself off of his cock untilmerely the tip of it remain buried inside you. When you didn’t moveright away he whined, making you claw at his chest once more. Youtook mercy on him, sinking back down. This time, however, yourmovements weren’t half as slow. You started to gain in speed,practically bouncing on his erection.

Zen attempted to flip youover multiple times, but you made sure it didn’t happen untileventually he gave up, merely looking up at you with awe and arousalshining through his eyes. The pace you set was brutal, almostpunishing. You wanted to feel him, feel the sting of his girthspreading you impossibly as you buried him inside you again andagain. Once this would end and you would have to leave, you wanted tofeel him there for days to come. You could feel yourself growingcloser, reaching down to pleasure yourself while you rode yourlover.

“Fuck, Zen”, you moaned, head thrown back and eyesshut. With the added stimuli to your clit your orgasm rapidlyapproached, your movements becoming erratic on top of Zen. The soundscoming from your mouth became filthier by the minute, from mewls andwhine to low groans and screams of pleasure. Zen wasn’t unaffectedeither, as you could feel his cock jump and pulse within you,announcing his nearing orgasm as well. “I want you to come insideof me, Zen. Make me yours. Mark me from within.”You’d neverdone it without a condom – you becoming pregnant the last thingeither of you could afford – but now you didn’t care. You wereabout to die anyway, so might as well make the best of it. A couplemore strokes to your hardened sex and you came, calling out yourlovers name as your walls tightened impossibly around his erection.Zen followed soon after, a mere handful of thrusts upwards as heburied himself inside you one last time before spilling his hot seed.Both of you were exhausted, shaking through our overwhelming orgasm.

You collapsed next to theother, both of you panting as you lay side by side. “Damn, thisscreams for a post-orgasm cig”, Zen said, chuckling. You smirked,snorting out a chuckle before reaching out for the nightstand,fiddling for a moment, before handing Zen a lighter and a cigarette.Only then did his smile fall, his head turning to look at youproperly. “Something is going to happen, isn’t it.” You didn’tmeet his eye, a sad smile curling around your lips. “Don’t worryabout me, babe. I’m just your usual dead girl stillwalking.”

★Yoosung★

Once you’d admitted toyour special activities, it had been rather hard for Yoosungto go about even the most mundane of things. He was constantlyreminded of the day you’d killed a man right before his eyes, cut himup like it was nothing. Whenever he thought he was somewhat over it –the fact that he even considered getting over it was crazy –pictured began to flash in his mind. So much blood and he hadn’t evenaverted his gaze. Yoosung only noticed that he’d gotten lost in histhoughts when the cashier cleared her throat loudly.Heblushed and quickly paid for everything and pushed his cart along.Walking home with the groceries his mind drifted off once more.Suddenly everything you did seemed so much heavier than it didbefore. All the times you’d talked about going for drinks with yourfriends or having to stay late for work…all he could think aboutwas whether you were actually killing someone instead. Those weren’tthe things that bothered him the most, though. What really got toYoosung was the fact that…he didn’t really mind?When hecame home you weren’t there yet, so he put away the groceries andlaid down on the coach, arms crossed behind his head as he stared atthe ceiling. He’d been shocked at first, like every normal personwould, but now he didn’t even flinch when you told him about yournewest kill. He never told anyone. Never called the police. In fact,on more than one occasion he’d found himself anticipating the nextstory. He’d gotten addicted to the thrill like you’d anticipated himto. Had you had more time, you were sure he would have joined youeventually.

★

When you got home,slightly out of breath and with a racing heart you’d found yourhusband napping on the couch, Some of the stress had melted away atthe adorable sigh, a soft smile appearing. In a world filled with somuch hate and filth he was like your safe haven. Everything about himwas innocent, sweet and pure and whatever worry you had melted awaywhen greeted by such a sight. Or it usually did. This time, however,things were a little grimmer. This time you needed something else tocheer you up.

You made your way to thecouch, rather impure thoughts on your mind. You would have feltguilty any other time, but not this time. Instead you kneeled beforethe couch, carefully massaging your husband through his pants,feeling the outline of his cock harden under your admission. Asomewhat high pitched groan fell from Yoosungs lips as his eyesfluttered open. He rubbed at them, still obviously disoriented, untilhe finally noticed you on your knees beside him. Yoosung instantlyjumped into a sitting position, just the way you’d hoped he would.

Hisface heated horribly as he scrambled to cover his erection with apillow. You had to bite your lip not to laugh, smiling at howdevastatingly adorable Yoosung was. “Don’t be shy, honey. I wantto”, you assured him. You wrapped your hand around his wrist,tracing the vein with your thumb as you pushed his hand away toremove the pillow. As you began unzipping his pants, still feelinghim up through the fabric, you could feel the twitch of his dickunder your palm and it only fed into your hunger for the man.

Youmade a quick job of removing his clothes, no patience or time totease or any finesse. You wanted his dick inside your mouth asap.Once Yoosungs tighty-whities had joined his jeans around his anklesyou’d smirked up at the other, hungrily licking your lips. Yoosungseyes widened and he swallowed loudly. You grasped the base of hiscock, pumping it steadily while licking along the underside of hiscock, paying special attention to the prominent vein that always madehim mewl when licked and sucked at.

GettingYoosung off with your mouth had always been the easiest of things foryou. At first you merely sucked at his head, twirling your tonguearound it, making Yoosung groan and relax under your touch beforereleasing it with a filthy popping, leaving him to plead. Only thendid you wrap your lips around his cock, slowly inching lower untilthey were nestled around his entire shaft. At first you would merelysuck before bobbing your head, moaning around him to send vibrationsup his erection, cock twitching within your mouth.

Afterthat it didn’t take much longer for Yoosung to come. The second hishead hit the back of your throat it usually overwhelmed him. Beingcompletely settled in the wet heat of your mouth was all it took forhim to spill his hot seed down your awaiting throat. You swallowedevery last drop, pulling off to lick his cock as well as your lipsclean, humming in appreciation. Usually you would have let him enjoythe buzz for a while longer, but not this time around. You had otherplans as you got up and rested your hands on his shoulders.

“Geton all fours”, you demanded and Yoosung instantly obeyed. “Sucha good boy.” You brushed through his unruly, blond hair, caressinghim. He looked at you with his big eyes before pushing up your pencilskirt and removing your barely there underwear. He licked at yourfolds, hesitant at first until your grip on his hair tightened. “Kissthis dead girl walking!”He sat up a little, hands coming to rest on your thighs for betterleverage. He began licking at your folds hungrily, tongue worming itsway into your core.

Youclosed your eyes, focusing on Yoosung’s tongue moving inside you, hisnose brushing against your clit with every other lick. You started togrind your hips onto his mouth just the slightest bit, taking fullcontrol over your own pleasure by doing so. You weren’t the only oneenjoying themselves, however. Yoosung groaned against your sex andhis cock jumped every time you rolled your hips or gripped his headtighter to guide his head the way you wanted to. “God, you’re sucha good boy, honey. Beautiful”, you praised.

Youwatched in awe as his cheeks reddened even further, beads of pre-comegathering at the tip of his cock once more. He was getting off onthis as much as you were! Your grip tightened once more and youripped him away from you, causing Yoosung to hiss. Your juices werecovering his mouth, swollen and glistening. Without having so sayanything Yoosung understood. Something had happened. His firstinstinct was to protect you, but before he could voice that thoughthe was once more guided back to your dripping cunt.

“Idon’t have to stay and let them catch me. I could change my name andmove to Geoje”, you said as his lips closed around your clit. Hesucked at it and you moaned. “But I don’t really want to leave sohere’s something I’d like to achieve: Spend those thirty hoursgettin’ freaky!” And that you did. You began practically ridinghis tongue and lips, your orgasm approaching quickly. Not that youhad any intention of stopping after just one. If this was really yourlast night together, and you feared as much, you neither of you wouldspend it sleeping.

Hisskilled, little tongue was still swirling your hardened nub whensuddenly two of his fingers pushed inside you. The intrusion camewithout warned and you gasped as another sensation was added to themix. He crooked his fingers and began fingering you, hitting all theright places within you. You began panting uncontrollable as pleasureoverwhelmed you, an intense orgasm making you weak in the knees. Helicked you through it until you pulled him up, kissing him hungrily.The kiss was messy, wet ans filthy and exactly what you had in mind.

♨Jaehee♨

From the moment Nam hadappeared at your shared apartment things had become rather tense. Notonly for Jaehee but you as well. You knew better than to think hewould leave you in peace like that. Now that he was more or lesspermanently out of prison his first order would be to collect whatwas his; namely money, drugs and you. You tried to hide such thoughtsfrom Jaehee, but she was too smart to be fooled, even by you. If youwere willing to cut his throat with a knife like you’d been that day,he was obviously not to be taken lightly.

Still, you attempted to goabout your daily life like you’d been doing before. You took care ofthe café together, cooked and ate at peace, shared a home and a bed.Yet, the atmosphere was so obviously different, thick and heavy tothe point you imagined being able to cut it with a knife. You knewJaehee had a million questions and while you were ready to answerthem, Jaehee apparently wasn’t ready to ask. So you waited for her tobe prepared until one day the process was sped up by a little card inyour mailbox. A card with a familiar symbol.

Jaehee had beenthe one to find it, watching you pale upon looking at the doubledragon on the otherwise blank card. That is when you started to talk,about who your father was before his early death, how he’d marriedyou off to Nam to not only bind the two biggest mafia groups intoone, but to also secure you a safe living. You also explained thatthe double dragon was a symbol of high rank in the group you weretechnically the head off and that Nam had sent the card as a warning.He was coming to get you. Soon, from the looks of it.

♨

Thetwo of you had sat in silence for a long time. You’d been boiling andfuming, angry at the mans audacity. Hadn’t you made your point clearby almost slicing his throat? You weren’t his trophy wife and youweren’t his possession. He couldn’t just rip you away from the lifeyou’d established with Jaehee just because it fit into his schedulenow. Jaehee on the other hand seemed strangely quiet and you began toworry. This was probably a lot more to take in for her, harder forher, than it was for you. The least you could do was try to explain.

Jaeheelistened as you talked about your upbringing, about how Nam and youhad actually known one another since early childhood. You’d grown uptogether, going to the same schools. He’d always been infatuated withyou, but you’d never returned such feelings. You’d eventually agreedto marrying him just because there hadn’t been anyone else you’ddesired and because you knew it would make your father happy.However, now you had Jaehee and you loved her. You promised toprotect her, no matter what, and that Nam wouldn’t harm her.

Yourgirlfriend didn’t care much for her own safety, however. What she wastruly worried about was yours. You’d grown up in such a dangerousworld and while by some miracle you’d survived so far, there was noguarantee that you’d survive it any further. To her you were still asinnocent and delicate as ever. With a man like Nam-Il after you, sheconsidered you in grave danger without any idea on how to protectyou. If he got to you, took you away like he apparently planned, shewas certain that you’d meet your demise sooner or later and thatthought killed her.

Thefollowing day Jaehee refused to open the café, insisting to keep youat home and at least somewhat safe. She’d even jumped over her shadowand called Jumin, requesting a couple of bodyguards for you, if heagreed. Despite not explaining the entire situation to him – andJumin still being disappointed in Jaehee for leaving – he’d agreedand send over two guards to protect you. Only a day later you foundboth of them knocked out in front of your door, another card lying onone of the mens chest. The second and last warning you would get.

Jaeheealmost had a break down, as she realized that there was absolutelynothing she could do to protect you. Seeing her so upset, no matterhow little she might have shown it on the outside, infuriated youeven more. You send the guards back, apologized to Jumin for gettingthem harmed and used the opportunity to send a burned version of thecard right back to Nam. If he wanted to threaten you? Fine. But youwere not willing to drag Jaehee into his silly mind games. You’d facehim head on some day now, but for that day you had other plans.

Whenyou finally got home Jaehee instantly jumped off the coach, about tosay something you never got to hear. You cut her off with a kiss,possessively licking into her mouth, sucking her tongue into yours.She was unresponsive at first, mostly due to shock, until you pulledher flush against you rolling your hips against hers. Finally shesighed and melted into the kiss, your tongues dancing together.Eventually you broke the kiss, leaving Jaehee obviously dazed.Needless to say that seeing you had such an effect did great thingsfor you.

You took her wrist in yourhand and began tugging her towards the bedroom. She was hesitant atfirst, trying to ask what was going on, but quickly gave up when sherealized she would not be getting a reply. You sat her onto the bed,massaging her thighs and spreading her legs apart, kissing your wayup from her knee until you reached her crotch. Pressing featherykisses against her panties, turning it damp. You were happy to notethat the dampness was furthered by Jaehee herself, who was growingincreasingly wet, squirming under your admission.

You looked up at her, eyesburning with passion, and didn’t break the gaze once as you slowlypulled down her underwear, throwing it aside carelessly. When youkissed her sex this time there was no layer to hold you back. Youlicked between her folds, stimulating her clit with your fingerswhile licking inside of her. Jaehee was still shy about oral sex, butmostly because she was so damn responsive to it. Every lick, nibbleor suck got delicious sounds out of her and you swore to yourselfthat you would coax out every last one of them that night.

After about fifteenminutes of going down on her, working Jaehee towards her secondorgasm for the night she asked you to stop, wondering why you weredoing this all of a sudden. “'Cause Nam-Il says I gots to go,you’ll be my last meal on death row”, you’d merely replied,grinning up at her before going back down, making her gasp and forgether question altogether. Eventually your tongue had been replaced byone, then two and eventually four fingers, thrusting in and out ofher. Just by crooking them ever so slightly you were granted the mostbeautiful view.

Jaehee was gripping the sheets, head thrownback and her wavy hair a mess. You could see the flush in her cheeks,her teeth digging into her bottom lip to muffle the sounds ofpleasure she still didn’t quite allow herself. Well, you’d make sureto change that. You pulled your fingers out, instead standing up topush Jaehee onto the mattress. She had no idea what was going on, butJaehee had long stopped questioning you. She watched with wide eyesas you undressed before coming to straddle her. It was only when youput a pillow under her hip and threw her leg over your shoulder thatshe understood.

You decided to scissorJaehee, both your wet cunts rubbing together. It was something youhadn’t tried often, mostly out of shyness. Now was not the time forthat though. Both of you moaned in wanton as your sexes rolledtogether, sparks of pleasure shooting through both of you. Youreached out for Jaehee’s hand, pulling it to your mouth to suck twoof her fingers in before guiding her to her clit. She didn’t hesitateto pleasure you and you instantly returned the favour, your bodiessliding together in perfect harmony until finally you reached yourpeak, screaming out your orgasm.

♛Jumin♛

Surprisingly, Juminfinding out that you were the daughter of the head of one of Korea’sbiggest mafia groups didn’t put as much of a dent into yourrelationship as you’d initially thought it would. In fact, for someabsurd reason, he seemed to enjoy that little secret you’d hiddenfrom it. You couldn’t quite puzzle together what the appeal was, butapparently he liked knowing everything about you. He also seemed toenjoy the thrill that came with it. Preppy Jumin Han married to theheir of Chil Sung Pa’s admittedly huge empire.

As it turned out, therewere also quite some business merits to being married to you. Forone, people and entire companies had some sort of newfound respectfor the two of you as well as C&R International in general. Itprobably stemmed from fear, but Jumin was an opportunist with successin mind and anything that helped the company was fine for him. C&R’snetworth increased rapidly, especially when you roped your fatherinto signing certain contracts that would ensure not only safety butinvestments.

Everything was fine andthe business was booming until someone attempted to harm your fatherand you snapped. You were preppy, well-mannered and calm, but ifsomeone dared to harm or so much as insult the people you cared forand loved, you turned into a fury with no regards for morals. You hadno problem getting your hands dirty. By the time you arrived at theheadquarters, however, it turned out that your father was fine andthe person had been taken care of in a rather traditional sense. Youwere still pissed about the attempt, though, and with nowhere else tolet steam off, you turned to Jumin.

♛

When you snuck intoJumin’s office his back was turned to you. He was on the phone withsomeone, staring out of the window wall, discussing a deal you knewhe’d been working on for a long while. You leaned against the walland watched him work for a minute or two, enjoying the way hismuscles flexed under that perfectly fitting and tight suit, the wayhis voice sounded when he talked business. Your always found hisvoice extremely sexy, that low rumble that could make anyone weak inthe knees, but especially when talking business.

Eventuallyyour patience had been stripped too thin and it didn’t seem like hewas planning to hang up any time soon, so you decided to take theinitiative. You put down your bag and coat, silently making your wayto where your husband is standing. From behind you sling your armsaround his slender but muscular frame, trailing them down his chestplayfully. It is your way of warning him of what is about to follow.Whether he hangs up for it or not is completely up to him. You canfeel his muscles tense and relax but nothing else. Well then.

You press a kiss betweenhis shoulder blades, unbuttoning his shirt from behind, skilledfingers doing a quick job. Finally able to touch bare skin you buryyour nails in it, trailing them down his torso to leave your marks.Had you dug any deeper you would have drawn blood. Jumin’s breathhitches every so slightly and yet he continues to talk, as composedas ever. You smirk. A challenge can be quite amusing when having itwith Jumin. Both of you are competitive, in control of every aspectof your life and stubborn. Still, this one will be your win.

Your hand moves lower tounbutton his trousers, slowly pulling down the zipper to tease himwith the sound itself, even. You can feel the deep intake of breathhe makes, knowing that he is preparing himself. Your curious fingerslip past the boxers and into his pants, your free hand still holdingonto that beautifully tones stomach, feeling the muscles therecontract with every teasing touch. Jumin is so fun to play with. Yourwrap your hand around his long cock, squeezing it just for thebriefest of moments to get his attention.

Apparently this stillisn’t enough to get Jumin to end the call, so you increase yourefforts. You begin jerking him off, strong, long pumps of your first.You use your thumb to trace the veins raking over his length beforestarting to pay special attention to the head. You circle itteasingly, tapping the slit ever so slightly until finally you canfeel the first beads of seed gather, spreading them eagerly. Jumineventually starts to rock his hips into your hand, biting down on hisbottom lip to keep himself quiet while the other person talked.

While you admired yourhusbands self control, you were rather happy when it finally came toan end. Ads you sped up the movements of your hand the snapping ofhis hips turned from shallow to erratic. The pre-come was now coatingyour entire hand, making the slide much easier and therefor quicker.You could feel his shaft pulse with the need to release. You stood onyour tip toes, nibbling at your lovers earlobe and whispering thedirty things you wanted to do to him until finally Jumin spilled overyour hand.

Luckily Jumin was a bit ofa silent type as it was, so the orgasm didn’t make him scream out orany such thing. It would have been quite hilarious to have himexplain that to an executive partner, but maybe it was for the bestthat it didn’t happen. As it was Jumin apologized, explaining that hehad some very important business to take care of and would call themback later. You were happy to know that said important business wasyou. He turned in your arms, claimed your mouth with a hungry kisswhile lifting you onto his desk.

Jumin broke the kiss to goon his knees before you, pushing up your skirt just enough to get toyour panties. He carefully pulled them down over your long legs,pressing kisses on the smooth skin along the way. He then proceededto kiss his way back up, the kisses and playful nibbles to your thighalready getting you excited for what was to come. By the time hefinally began eating you out you were a panting, wet mess. Jerkinghim off, having that control over your husband, it always turned youon. You knew it wouldn’t take much.

He licked between yourfolds eagerly, your hand coming to rest on his head and pull at hishair as he did so. When you’d first started to have sex he hadn’tbeen much of a lover. After all, he’d never touched a woman beforeyou. However, many, many times later – honestly, you’d been allover each other for a while – and Jumin knew your body and all it’ssoft spots better than you knew it yourself, probably. He was verycategoric about it. He knew exactly how to please you, sucking atyour clit while fingering you open using three finger.

About five minutes lateryou finally came, rolling your hips onto the tongue he’d pushedinside you, as your orgasm shook your body. However, you weren’tquite done with him yet and from the fact that Jumin was hard againas well, he seemed to be on board. You pulled him up, kissing him asyou wrapped your legs around his hips. “Let’s go, you know thedrill; I’m hot and pissed and on the pill”, you said, pulling himcloser by the arse, cock brushing between your folds. Jumin growledhungrily, reaching between you to grasp his cock and push insideyou.

You mewled at the feelingbut attempted to muffle it. The doors were thin and if you could walkin, so could anyone else. "Full steam ahead, let’s break thedesk”, you snickered, grinding against your husband to bury himdeeper. Needless to say, he did well in attempting to break it. Juminknew that when you were in the mood, you could take quite thepounding and he delivered perfectly. His thrust were quick and hard,hitting all the right spots within you. When you finally came youstarted to scream his name, Jumin had to silence you by kissing. Nota bad way to be silenced.

☼Saeyoung/Seven☼

The night after he’d foundout about your work for another agency Saeyoung had lain awake formany hours, curled together on the side as he attempted to catalogueall the new input. His agency was ruined, because of him. Someonefrom another agency had send you to kill him. The two of you hadactually fallen in love instead and he knew for a fact that it wouldsoon cause your agency to be after you as well. You’d not only failedto fulfil your given task, but you’d also bonded with the enemy andsuch things never sat well with agencies like yours.For along time Saeyoung contemplated your options. Neither of you werereally safe living a normal life and yet fleeing seemed like such atedious option. He’d spent too much of his life running away andabandoning things he loved in the process. Saeyoung was done with it.The alternative he came up with was rather unconventional, but maybethat would ensure it’s success in the end. What if, instead ofjoining another agency for protection, the two of you started yourown? Maybe you could even team up with Saeran?

He knew that his twin wasstill a little unstable, but maybe it made that option all the moresuitable. Doing hacking and footwork was something familiar forSaeran. He had no further education that would allow him to pursueany other career and this way he would not only have a stable job,but also one where both you and Saeyoung could keep him safe andmostly sane. The longer he thought about it the cleared the imaginein his head became. When he pitched the idea of you you’d beensurprise but then a grin had spread on your face and you’d agreed.

☼

When Saeyoung had firstsuggested starting your own, small but effectively agency you’dhesitated for two reasons. For one you’d been rather sure that yourfiancée had had other plans for the future. He’d always talked aboutsome kind of toy store, building his little robots and similar thingsto sell them. Not to mention that he’d been so eager to heal andprotect his brother that you could not imagine how on earth opening asecret agency fit into the picture. Was he so willing to endanger hisbrother further only for you?

Which lead you directly to yoursecond reason; safety. By following through with his plan the levelof danger in which all three of you would move would multiplygravely. Saeyoungs former agency would be after you. Your formeragency would be after you and every agency you’d fuck over in thefuture as well. Still, you’d eagerly agreed as the thrill of goingdown that path together drew you in. That was until a job wenthorribly wrong and you found yourself fearing for your life. Well,fearing was the wrong word. You were mostly pissed.

Every normal human wouldhave tried to flee when faced with a threat like the one you werefacing – you know, teams of agents targeting you in specific –but not you. No, you were pissed that you had nothing to do about it.You could either run away or sit around and wait for their attack andfend it off as best as possible. That is until you walked into thebedroom to find a naked Saeyoung sprawled out on the bed, giving youall sorts of ideas how to better spend that time waiting, other thansitting around and twiddling your thumbs.

You slowly climbed on topof the bed and your fiancée, handing brushing up his legs, massaginghis thighs before pulling them apart. You rested between your loverslegs, mouthing at his cock, pressing little kisses all over it untilit jumped to life. You kissed your way up Saeyoungs body who wasslowly beginning to wake up, twirling your tongue around his nipplesbefore biting down on one. Finally his eyes flew open and he stareddown at you with a gasp of pain, pleasure and surprise. He blinkedrapidly, reaching for his glasses and putting them on.

The sight was surprising,to say the least. You usually weren’t into that whole somnophiliathing. He’d tried once and you’d kicked him out of the bed for it.Saeyoung, on the other hand, sure loved surprised. Especiallysurprises like that. He smiled down at you, cupping your face andpulling you up for a passionate kiss. His tongue snuck into yourmouth, hungrily exploring and claiming what he thinks of as his. Youmelted into the kiss, allowing him the control for a brief moment.Tongues dancing together you swallowed each others moans before youpulled off

“No sleep tonight foryou, better chug that PhD Pepper”, you announced upon sitting up,grinding your hips against his erect cock. He didn’t react at first,still sleep dazed. You weren’t gonna let that pass, instead wrappingyour hand around his neck, using your thumb to tilt his face up. “Getyour ass in gear, Saeyoung. Come on, make this whole town disappear!”He sat up than, wrapping an around your middle, holding you tightwhile thrusting his hips upwards to rub his hard sex against yours.Even through your panties he could feel the wetness.

Neitherof you had the patience to neither get up nor get you undressed.Instead he merely ripped the fabric away – he’d buy you new onessome other time – and pushed inside you in one long go. You gaspedas the sensation of being filled but didn’t hesitate to glide up anddown the others length, burying him deep inside you to hit all theright spots. “Slap me! Pull my hair”, you gasped the command andSaeyoung happily complied. He slapped your rear, hard and quick untilpale skin turned bright red.You gasped with every blow, thesting a pleasant sensation. You could feel the wetness between yourlegs getting more intense, arousal making itself known to Saeyoung aswell. He knew exactly what he was doing to you and from the diabolicgrin on his lips he quite enjoyed it. That is when he reached foryour hair, holding it together and circling it around between hisfingers to get a better grip. Saeyoung tugged harshly, a hiss fallingfrom your lips. You quite enjoyed when he got rough with you, allfrustration making way for pleasure.His mouth attacked youneck, tongue trailing the vein there before he sucked at the tenderskin. The sounds falling from your lips were of pure ecstasy, as yourneck was rather sensitive and his lips were skilled. He then begannibbling and biting at the skin, leaving his marks all over yourotherwise untouched skin. Meanwhile his hips were snapping upwards ina slow but pointed rhythm, making you squirm on his lap, pleasureseemingly overwhelming you. “What is it, sweetheart? You’re souncommonly quiet”, he teased.

“Touch me”, youpanted. “Touch me everywhere and no more talking.” You removedhis hand from your behind to guide it to your centre for him to feeljust what he was doing to you. He moaned as he dipped his fingersinto the wetness awaiting him, circling your clit with his thumb ashe pushed two fingers inside your tight heat alongside his cock. Youfelt even fuller now, desperately bouncing onto his cock and fingers,crocked inside you, driving you mad. All of it seemed too much andyet too little at the same time.

You found your peak whenSaeyoung began sucking on your nipple, squeezing your breast with hisfree hand while nibbling hungrily at the other. His thrusts hadbecome harsh and almost burning and the hickeys now spread over yourchest as well. A handful of jabs later you were coming, cunttightening around his cock, pulling the orgasm out of him as well ashe spent himself within your welcoming heat. You collapsed againsthim, Saeyoung falling back onto the mattress with you on top. “Fuck,I really needed that.”

☀Saeran☀

After the night you’dshared upon realizing Saeran knew about your job all along the two ofyou had been mostly on the run. You got in hits here and there andyou could work as whistle blower from about anywhere, so it wasn’tthat much of an issue, but settling down hadn’t been an option for acouple of months at that point. You made it a habit to send Saeyounga card once a month to let him know you and his sweet, sweet brotherwere still alive. Other than that, neither you nor Saeran dared tocontact everyone else in fear of endangering them.You did,however, attempt to help with the parties. Be it by sending Saeyoungsome files of potential guests or donating a bunch of money towhatever cause they were supporting. Everything beyond that wasstrictly taboo for the both of you. Not that you minded too much.Most of the time you were either busy with work – people sure likedto have other people killed or fucked over – or with one another.The two of you had learned early on that every day spent alive was aprivilege and you wanted to make the best out of every single one ofthem.

It was about two yearsinto your spree that things began getting tighter. One of yourteam-mates on the whistle blower team had made a traceable mistakeand now the FBI and CIA were after he both of you. Keeping a lowprofile wasn’t that big of a problem until you’d decided thatsplitting up was for the best, at least for the time being, andregretted the decision the second the two of you entered your newhotel room all by yourself, respectively. Both of you were miserableall alone and with no means to contact the other without beingtraced.

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Aftertrashing in bed for about an hour, sleep nowhere near, you decidedthat enough was enough. You were so used to sharing a bed with Saeranthat sleeping by yourself seemed near impossible at this point. Yougot out of bed and walked the multiple blocks to the motel you knewSaeran was staying it. Of course you couldn’t just waltz in throughthe front door and have anyone see you. It was bad enough that youwere visiting him at all, let alone be that direct about it. Soinstead you found yourself climbing up the wall and through thewindow.

WhenSaeran had broken into Rika’s apartment he’d made it look much easierthan it turned out to be. You’d been staying at the fourteenth floorwith rather intruder-proof windows and yet he’d managed to easilymake his way inside like some sort of dark angel. Yet here you were,climbing through a fourth floor window, almost wheezing loud enoughto wake Saeran that way. Admittedly, you should have brought moreequipment, but the decision to come in the first place had been arather rash one so you hadn’t been on top of your game.

Whateverthe case, you were inside now and no one had seen you. So instead ofwasting any more of the precious time you had together – comemorning you would have to split up again – you made your way to thebed, climbing atop the others body and waking him up by gentlycaressing his face and brushing through his hair. Saeran was a lightsleeper to begin with, but since you started the job he was even morewary than he’d been before. The drop of a pin could wake him and thissituation was no different.

Hiseyes instantly shot up, hand harshly wrapping around your wrist andtugging you down. You found yourself on your back, pressed into themattress by your lovers weight. Admittedly, that turned you on morethan it should have. Then again you had come to his room with thatparticular situation in mind, so really he’d merely sped the entireprocess up. He was panting, staring at you with wide eyes beforefrowning in confusion as you grinned up at him mischievously. “Iwas a little lonely up in my room, so I thought I’d pay you a visit.”

Saeranhuffed, letting go of your wrist and sitting up, brushing the strandsof her from his eyes. “If someone saw you, you’re dead. We bothare. Are you seriously horny enough to risk your life for this”, heasked, looking at you with an intense and calculating look. You letyour eyes wander over his face, reaching out once more to cup it withone hand, thumb tracing the line of his cheekbone. “I’m willing torisk my life for you.” Apparently that took Saeran bysurprise, even after all this time, as his face fell and he quicklylooked away from you, seemingly ashamed.

Youknow where this behaviour is coming from, something that happened attimes when things seemed to finally become undeniably serious betweenthe two of you and Saeran feared of getting too attached and losingsomething beloved once more overwhelmed him. You sighed, leaningforward to press a kiss to his forehead. "You say you’renumb inside, but I can’t agree, Saeran”, you said, getting hisattention.“So the world’s unfair? Keep it locked out there!”You move closer then, burying your face in the crock of his neck,kissing along the sensitive skin. “In here it’s beautiful.”

Saeranwas never good with emotions, but he was damn fantastic when it cameto sex. Maybe because he was capable of detaching those two things,delivering on one without messing up the other. He tugged on yourhair, catching your mouth with his. He kiss was breathtaking andbruising, your lips spit slick and swollen once he broke it. Suckingyour bottom lip into his mouth before tugging at just enough for itto sting without drawing blood. “Let’s make this beautiful,then”, he agreed, voice dipped dangerously low. Promisinglylow.

When he spoke like thisyou knew you were in for a ride and it wouldn’t be the gentle kind.The way you two moved was quick and precise with no time to waste.You tugged his shirt over his head while he ripped open yours,leaving it in shreds on the floor. You’d have to worry about thattomorrow. The rest of your clothes joined the shirt in a haze, nakedbodies colliding in a storm of desire and passion. Saeran slid intoyour awaiting heat with easy, your legs over his shoulders as hesnapped his hips against yours, almost snapping you in half in theprocess.

You pulled him evencloser, your bodies rubbing against one another with every harshthrust. Your nipples were hard against his chest, breasts jolting.You clawed down his back, leaving marks that would stay for days ashe left his mark within you. Subtle, but no less effective. Youpulled him in for a kiss, both of you fighting for dominance until helet you in, let your tongue push past his to lick into his mouth withfervour. Both of you moaned into the kiss, the bed shaking under thetwo of you. You didn’t see the orgasm coming, hitting you by surprisewith an intensity that almost made you black out.

“Oh no, princess. Nosleeping for you”, he said, pulling out and leaving you empty anddripping with your own juices. You were about to beg – whether formercy or more you weren’t sure – when he suddenly flipped you over,lifted your hips of the bed and thrust right back home. “You wokeme for this, remember”, he hissed, pointing each word with a harshjab. When your moans increased in volume he reached around to coveryour mouth, his hot breath ghosting over your ear as he fucked youfrom behind like some rabid dog.

You reached for theheadboard for support, gripping it with both hands until yourknuckles were about to rip the skin. You’d just come and yet youcould feel another orgasm steadily building as he fucked inside you,one hand covering your mouth while the other rubbed at your sensitiveclit. “I love taking you like this, like a little bitch”, hewhispered into your ear, nibbling at it. He kept up the pace untilyou felt his cock twitch and jump within you. This time the two ofyou came together, his seed filling you up as the two of you trembledwith ecstasy and collapsed onto the bed with exhausted and satedhuffs.

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