#this was an excuse to draw lacie and the twins again

[inumakkin]

" she looks like she wants to kill me"

" who doesn't want to kill you "

[et-lesailes]

spreading the sugar | pt 2

PART ONE

pairing: sugar daddy!andy & ransom (twins) x reader

word count: 1545

summary: having andy barber as a sugar daddy has been nothing but a good time. little do you know that meeting his twin brother will change everything.

themes: age gap, smut

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notes: sorry it’s a day late! please feel free to give some feedback :) graphic creds to @thewritingdoll​ !

It’s your naughty self that makes Ransom’s plan go along much more smoothly. For the next couple days, he has the surveillance pulled up on his television, bored out of his mind simply watching his brother sit at his desk doing paperwork and making phone calls whenever he’s in the office. Most of the time, no one’s there at all, considering Andy is often in court or at other appointments. 

And then three days later, he finally hits the jackpot.

You walk into Andy’s office, dressed in a stylish and form fitting Michael Kors peacoat paired with knee high black socks with lace on the hems, an innocent smile on your face. It’s the middle of the day, and this is probably your boldest move yet, but you’re too excited. He’s been working on a serious case for the past few days, and you’ve barely gotten to spend much time with him. You know he’ll want this just as much as you.

“Y/N?” He looks up in surprise, quickly standing up and going over to the door to close it. “Ya gotta be careful coming here so early, honey, there’s still a lot of people around…”

“So? Just tell them I’m a college student, asking for an internship.” You watch as he peers out the glass window before drawing the blinds so no one can look in. “Fair enough, but still. If Laurie finds out about this, it just… it’s going to be a whole lot of drama, especially if Jacob gets involved. Plus I don’t want you getting any shit for it.” You sigh in amusement, suddenly taking hold of his tie and pulling him closer to  you. “You’ve been so stressed out these days, Daddy. Can I please just help you… relax a little?” you whisper, moving your hands to the buttons of your coat and slowly undoing them. He blinks in surprise, now a bit distracted from his previous concerns as he stares at the lacy little piece you’re wearing underneath, mouth hanging open slightly.

“Is that a yes?” you tease, taking the coat off entirely and draping it over the nearest chair. He scoffs and pulls you closer to him, immediately kissing you roughly as his hands explore every inch of the thin material, a low groan sounding from his throat. “That’s a fuck yes, baby doll, but we need to hurry. I have a meeting in half an hour.”

Miles away in his lavish home, Ransom checks in on the app on his phone. His eyes immediately light up wickedly upon the view displayed on the screen. He whistles lowly as he leans back in his leather armchair, watching you bend over Andy’s desk with your butt wiggling proudly for him, your hand reaching back to move the bottoms out of the way so he can fuck you from behind.

He watches every movement, whether it be your hips slammed forward from the force or your head tilting back as Andy pulls your hair. His hand moves to wrap around your neck, making Ransom laugh slightly, even impressed. “Wow. I didn’t know you had it in you,” he mumbles, watching as the action makes you whimper in pleasure, even coughing slightly. He allows himself to take in every single part of your scantily clad body, already thinking of everything he’s going to do to it. How it’s going to feel squirming under his powerful hands when you cum for him. How you’ll be screaming his name so loud, the entire neighborhood will hear it. 

He barely even realizes he’s been palming his crotch, his eyes hungrily glued to you. Unbuckling his expensive belt and pushing down his jeans and briefs, he wraps his fingers around his shaft and starts pumping, groaning to himself as he envisions his cock balls deep inside you, his breaths heavy from arousal and need. His hand may have to suffice for now, but soon, he knows it’s going to be your tight body he’s fucking nice and hard until you’re sore. 

Meanwhile, you’re catching your breath as you straighten up again, adjusting your lingerie. Andy smirks breathlessly as he pulls his pants back up, running his fingers through his brown hair. “Fuck. Wish I could just keep you in the office, honey.” He turns you around to face him and kisses you slowly but intensely. You practically feel giddy as you kiss him back; you love pleasing him. “Mm. It’s okay, Daddy, we have way more fun at home.” You point out playfully, and he chuckles lowly before reaching over and picking up the coat. Putting it over your shoulders and buttoning it up as if you were a child, he leans in and pecks your cheek. “Go ahead home, baby girl. I’ll still be here for a while, but why don’t I pick you up and take you out for dinner later, hm? Wherever you want to go.”

“Okay.” You agree with a cute smile, picking up your bag. “See ya later, babe.” You smooth out your hair and walk out of the room, smiling nonchalantly at the people who have been sitting in their cubicles on the other side of the closed blinds. You look completely normal and professional with your expensive coat, it’s as if you really were there inquiring about an internship. 

Little do you know that all of these people could easily find out that that’s not what you were there for at all. 

It’s safe to say that Andy’s in a horrible mood, and for good reason.

After waking up to a very disturbing email from his own brother, he immediately got dressed and left the house, hopping into his Audi and driving off. He didn’t even reply to any of your texts. He was and still is far too stressed, and besides, if he murders his shithole of a brother, he doesn’t want you around as a witness. 

He pulls up in the driveway, tempted to crash into that annoying, shiny BMW glistening under the morning sun. He slams the door upon getting out, storming up to the front door and pounding on the door loudly, hoping he wakes the bastard up. “Ransom! Get the fuck down here, right now!” he yells loudly, nothing but anger in his thickly Boston accented words. 

Of course, the trust fund playboy takes his time, even having the nerve to open the door with a casual yawn as he stretches his arms over his head, simply wearing a lush sherpa robe that probably cost hundreds of dollars. “Wow. You’ve never been so eager to see me before, Andy. Maybe I should blackmail you more often.” 

The assistant district attorney grabs his brother by the plush collar of his robe, fists clenched tightly as he hisses, “I’m not fucking doing this with you, Ransom. Delete that video right now, I can easily get you in trouble for planting that fucking camera in my office- you know that, right?” 

Ransom flinches in surprise for a second as his hands fly up to grab his brother’s wrists, his features slightly strained from practically being choked- and yet he still manages to chuckle darkly, teeth grit. “Would that be before or after I send that nice little video of you fucking your little sugar baby slut to Laurie and your entire workplace?” He suddenly opens his mouth in a mocking ‘o’, continuing, “Can you imagine what Jacob would feel watching this?” 

“Do not bring my fucking son into this!” Andy’s voice raises even louder as he lifts his hand, about to punch the everloving shit out of his twin, but Ransom is quick to block himself, grunting as he grabs the other’s wrist tightly. “Please, don’t waste my fucking time,” he breathes out somewhat labored, his chest heaving slightly. “Beating me up isn’t going to do shit except encourage your little aggression problem. Does Y/N know anything about that, by the way?” 

Andy pauses, staring at the other incredulously, so angry that the vein in his neck is bulging. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” he asks, using his grip to shove Ransom roughly into the door. “Why are you doing this? I know you’re a fucking asshole, but isn’t this going too far? What the hell do you have against me?”

He grunts slightly upon hitting the door but sighs amused, smoothing out his robe as he stands straight again. “Goodness gracious, Andy, you’re really overthinking this. All I want to do is fuck the little minx, and I knew you wouldn’t exactly agree to that. So…” he trails off with a shrug, smirking. “Now don’t worry, I’ll give you time to talk to her about it first- but not too long. Otherwise that video gets-”

“It has to be the three of us.”

Ransom blinks. “Excuse me?”

Andy looks at him firmly, ocean eyes still practically on fire. “I can’t trust you alone with her. No one can be trusted alone with you. So if you’re doing this, I’m there too.” 

Ransom looks at him for a few moments before slowly snickering, shrugging again with nothing but amusement in his features. 

“Whatever you say, Andy. Just try not to get too jealous when she’s screaming my name louder than yours.” 

PART THREE (FINAL)

[midnight0stars]

**This Side of You ~ Aqua x M!Reader NSFW**

Words: 2637

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The door to your room swung open as you pushed your body against it. A twin sized bed was settled under the window, the covers ruffled and wrinkled from you scrambling to get up just a few hours before. You hadn’t meant to sleep through the first half hour of training, but Master Eraqus was sure you more than made up for it when you finally did arrive. Your muscles were sore, your legs wobbling with exhaustion, and the start of a migraine throbbed in your skull from a well placed hit by Terra during a sparring session.

Today just wasn’t your day.

With a sigh, you plopped your bag on the floor, uncaring as the contents spilled out of it as it impacted the ground. Your legs dragged forward, meeting with the edge of the bed and allowing you to belly flop on top of the plush comforter that welcomed you back with its warmth. It wouldn’t take much for you to drift away into your dreams, and part of you yearned for what you believed was a well deserved rest. But you couldn’t… There was still so much to be done that day and you were only excused to take a shower before heading back to study for an upcoming trial.

Grumbling, you rolled onto your back, your arm over your forehead. You gazed out the window beside your bed, able to see the shimmering lake and the birds dipping under its surface. The sight brought a smirk to your lips, recalling just a few nights before when you and Aqua had gone in for a dip of your own. She rarely misbehaved or did anything that she knew would upset Master Eraqus, but according to her, you brought out the worst in her. While she called it the worst, you preferred to think of it as her true self. The side of her that acted on her heart and her desired, without a care of her mounting responsibilities as an upcoming Keyblade Master.

You admired her. But you also loved being able to bring her out of her shell and see a part of her that no one else was privy to. She had been at training, as she was nearly everyday. The look she sent you when you arrived late should have made you feel embarrassed. Instead, you merely sent her a wink paired with a smirk and she averted her gaze with warmed cheeks. It didn’t take much to make her blush and you took full advantage of that any chance you got.

Oh what you’d do to have her there with you right then. She was probably off studying with Terra or mentoring Ventus, as she often was. There was usually no time for you until the others had gone to bed and she could breathe a sigh of relief at finally being on her own. Then she’d come find you.

Today though, you wondered if you could convince her otherwise.

It seemed that you weren’t the only one considering the option as a light knock on your door grabbed your attention. You pushed yourself to sit up, running your hand through your hair as you called back, “Uh, yeah, come in!”

The knob turned and the door creaked open as Aqua poked her head in. “I hope I’m not interrupting,  Y/N.”

“Aqua,” you greeted her as you stood up from the bed. “What’s up? Everything alright?”

“Of course,” she assured you, stepping in and shutting the door behind her as she leaned back against it. Her eyes danced over you, before settling on your collection of trinkets along your desk. “I just wanted to make sure you were alright.”

“Alright?” you repeated, tilting your head to the side, before a throb of discomfort reminded you. “Ah, training?” When she nodded, you waved her off, hiding the wince of pain on your face. “It’s fine. I’m just having an off day.”

“We all have them from time to time,” she agreed, her hands clasping in front of her. “I can heal you if you need me to.”

“You really don’t have to worry about it,” you stepped towards her, brushing your fingers through her hair to push it back behind her ear and drawing her gaze back to you. “Plus, I don’t think Master would appreciate you undoing the lesson he was trying to teach me for sleeping in.”

She chuckled, leaning into your touch and bringing her hand up to yours along her cheek. “I imagine you’ve learned the errors of your ways.”

“One can only hope.” You sighed, smirking from her short laugh in response. “But, I mean, if you really want to heal me, I won’t stop you. I’d… actually really appreciate it.”

Her soft lips against your palm caused your breath to catch. Usually, you were the one initiating affection and making her breathless. You didn’t think you’d ever get used to her being the one to sweep you off your feet.

“I really want to,” she assured you, smiling softly as she laced her fingers in between yours.

A green, golden glow emanated from her palm, swirling around your arm as it traveled up your body. You took in a sharp breath, feeling the cool sensation of the spell seeping into your skin and undoing all the damage from the past week. Humming, you slipped your eyes shut, feeling as her soft hand cupped your cheek.

“I always forget how amazing this feels,” you murmured, your heart jumping from her breathy laugh.

“Just relax,” she whispered, her thumb caressing your cheek.

You hummed again, your eyes fluttering open to see her gazing back at you, a warmth covering her cheeks. She was beautiful.

Leaning forward, you felt her breath hitch just before your lips met. She whimpered, her hand tightening around yours as she kissed you back. The kiss broke, for just a moment. Your eyes danced over each other, your smiles turning into grins before you kissed again. Everything was perfect and you wished time could stand still. Of course, nothing could last forever as the moment your tongue ran along her bottom lip, her hand slid to your chest and pushed you back. The lock broke, both of you breathless as she averted her gaze from yours.

“We’re getting carried away,” she muttered, swallowing hard when you feathered your lips along her jawline. “W-We’re supposed to be on a short break to shower.” A whine came up her throat as you hummed against her skin, reaching her neck with your mouth. “Master will be expecting us back soon…”

“I know,” you murmured, pulling back just enough to see her eyes. A smirk tugged at the corner of your lips as you suggested, “Why don’t we take one together?”

She blinked, the warmth on her face darkening considerably as she darted her eyes away. “We’ll get caught.”

“Oh yeah, by who?” You asked, going back to kissing along her neck.

Her fingers hesitantly laced into your hair in a halfhearted attempt to pull you back, but they instead stayed there, allowing you to continue. “Ahh, Y/N, please,” she begged you, her head slinging back against the door.

You paused, fighting the urge to push her further. Taking in a breath, you pulled back, leaning your head against hers. “Alright… I won’t force you.”

Her breath shook as she licked her lips and swallowed. Fingers tightened in your hair before sliding away, settling instead on your arms. Her eyes betrayed her words, a sense of longing and disappointment in them that you had stopped.

“No one will know… right?” she asked, her voice barely audible between you.

Your lips curved into a smirk, “I won’t tell if you won’t.”

With a huff of breath, her hands gripped your shoulders, tugging you forward and crashing your lips together. You groaned in her mouth, your arms wasting no time to wrap around her hips and hoist her off the ground. Her hands cupped your face, fingers lacing into your hair as her legs wrapped around your waist.

The kiss broke, your eyes dancing over the other as you navigated towards your bathroom.

“You bring out the worst in me, you know.” she pointed out, swallowing your cheeky grin with her lips as she pulled you back into the kiss.

“Are you kidding?” You asked as you placed her back down along the tile in your bathroom. She leaned back against the wall, you leaning over her as you kissed her neck and murmured in her ear. “This is my favorite side of you.”

She took in an audible sharp breath, her fingers clawing at the back of your shirt to tug it off. You chuckled, pulling back and following her command, tossing the fabric away before your fingers undid the ties to her corset with practiced ease. The corset fell, followed by your pants as Aqua undid the buckle while you worked. You kissed her shortly, before turning to turn on the spray of the shower. By the time you turned back to her, she was just taking off her halter, freeing her breasts and making you breathless.

Before she could say anything, you were pressing her back against the wall, her breasts melded into your grasp. Her moan filled the bathroom, resonating off the tiles and mixing with the patter of the shower as the two of you waited for it to heat up. Kneeling down, you kissed down her neck and collar bone, keeping your eyes on hers as your swirled your tongue around her breast. She whimpered, biting her lip and slinging her head back.

You groaned, your hands sliding down her sides to her shorts. Hooking your fingers under the hem, you tugged them down along with her panties, leaving her completely bare for you. If it hadn’t been for the shower and constraining time limits, you would have gone further down, lavishing every inch of her until she was begging you to push her over the edge. Instead, you pulled back from her breasts, allowing your eyes to drift over her perfect body until her hands grabbed your wrists to pull you back to your feet.

“Less looking, more kissing,” she teased, giggling as you scoffed and kissed her.

“As you wish, milady,” you teased in return, sliding open the glass door to your shower.

Aqua went in first, humming as the heated water covered her body. You took a moment to admire her, taking notice of every curve and nuance to her form. It wasn’t often the you got the chance. One look from her though, and you were scrambling to get your briefs off and join her inside.

The hot water did little to douse your lust for her. Instead, it merely heightened it as your arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close. She grinned, her hands lacing behind your neck as she pulled you down to her level to meet her lips. You hummed into her mouth, your hand drifting downwards to her hips and backside to press her up against you. She moaned, feeling your hardened shaft rubbing between you. Her hips rolled, making your breath hitch and the kiss break.

With a smirk, she lowered to her knees, making sure to grab the bottle of soap. Your chest heaved, lips parted as you waited to see what she had in store.

Perhaps this day wasn’t so bad after all.

Her tongue flicked along the head of your cock, matching the rhythm of her soap covered fingers as she stroked the rest of your length. You hissed, leaning back against the wall for support as the soap allowed her to move with slicked ease. Each little movement was sending your mind reeling and you wished it could last forever. But with a pop of her lips coming off of you, she stood back up, kissing along your abs and chest as her soapy hands traced the indents of your muscles.

“Oh, Aqua,” you whispered, your hand gripping the back of her neck once she was standing and pulling her to your lips.

Her breath caught, melting into a hum as your tongue danced alongside hers. Fingers wrapped back around your shaft, pumping and using the soap as the perfect lubricant. Blindly reaching over, you grabbed your bottle of soap, squeezing a generous amount into your hands before lathering them against her body. The kiss broke with a sharp gasp from Aqua as her breasts melded into your hands. With the soap, her nipples slipped between your fingers, making her a moaning mess.

Hearing her mesmerizing voice paired with the way her hand went pumping your shaft tightened the coil of pleasure building deep in your gut. Your legs trembled, your voice melding with hers whenever her thumb would accidentally slide over the head of your cock. Lips met back together, your tongues dancing and sliding against the other. One of your hands left her breast, wrapping around her back to pull her closer before your fingers trailed down between her legs.

She sharply moaned in your mouth as you met her folds. They were warm, begging to be touched and if her whines and whimpers in response were anything to go by, she had just been waiting for you to do this to her.

“Y-Y/N…!” She breathed out between your kisses, her voice trembling as her thighs tightened around your hand.

You hummed, slicking your fingers further in and sliding two inside of her. She gasped, her head slinging back and eyes slipping shut. You grinned, taking the opportunity to ravish her neck. Her hand laced in your hair, her voice filling the shower as her other hand continued to pump sporadically when she could focus on what she was doing.

“I want to hear you come, Aqua,” you murmured against her neck, suckling her skin.

“Ahh, Y/N,” she whimpered, her chest heaving and stuttering as you pushed her closer and closer to the edge. “I-I want to hear you, too.”

Your breath caught, melting into a long groan as her hand tightened over your cock. She quickened her motions, meeting your pace, until your voice cried out, breaking as you called out her name under your breath. Your legs trembled as you buried your face in her neck, cum spilling out of you and covering her hand.

Aqua’s hips rolled against your hand, watching as you came. You were sure she was saying something to you, sweet nothings and telling you how much she loved seeing you like this, but your mind was spinning too much to fully understand what she was trying to say. With a gasp, her body froze, her legs tightening around your hand as her head slung back.

She wasn’t as loud as she normally was, moaning your name under her breath as you continued to push your fingers in and out of her. All at once, her body went nearly limp against you. It was all it took to send you sliding to the floor of the shower with her leaning over you. Both of your chests heaved, your warm, naked bodies curled around each other as the afterglow of your orgasms washed over you.

“W-We’re going to be so late,” you mentioned, making Aqua sigh.

“Don’t remind me,” she grumbled, nuzzling against your chest.

You chuckled, your hand trailing up and down her back as the patter of the shower fell around you. There was so much waiting for the two of you outside your small temporary paradise, but all of that could wait. You’d make sure you got the brunt of whatever punishment was awaiting you for being late again. No matter what it ended up being, an afternoon with Aqua made all of it worthwhile.

[im-a-special-bebe]

False God

Warnings: NSFW

You could feel him watching. Still in the black suit that was practically his uniform, he cut an imposing figure that was hard to miss. He had no idea you knew, of course. He’d been on his usual patrol around the property - your brother’s property - when out of the corner of your eye, you’d seen him shuffle to a stop at the sight of you.

And what a sight it was.

With your back to him, you were in the process of undressing for bed.

Perfect.

Your interest in him had started out like a child with a new bauble - all the novelty and excitement of a strong, confident man like him drawing you in. Before long, despite his quiet, stoic demeanor, his dorky humor and kindness had taken your heart. You’d gone and fallen in love with him.

Too bad he didn’t see it.

You remembered holding onto his arm just a bit longer when he escorted you to another boring gala earlier this evening. All your smiles and jokes had been reserved for him, but when you’d pressed a soft kiss to his cheek as he’d dropped you back at your room, he’d stiffened and pulled away.

When the expected excuses of “It’s not right, I work for your brother” and “This is an amusement but you will get over it” hadn’t worked, he’d told you that he wasn’t interested.

Liar.

As if you didn’t see his gaze change when he looked at you, the way his smile was just a little bit softer and the way he was your friend and confidant, the one who was there for you when no one else was. The way he’d looked at you tonight, like he’d wanted to undress you and taste every revealed inch until you were a whimpering mess beneath him. 

It had still hurt though.

Unzipping your sleek silver gown, you let it slide down to pool at your feet. You slowly undid the clasp of your bra, the lacy blue material whispering against your skin as it fell to the floor. Your body felt hot, your blood pulsing, heartbeat spiking. And you knew even though he was standing outside in the backyard that lay beyond your first floor bay window, he was still watching.

You gathered your courage and bent over, pulling down the matching thong that had exposed more than it had covered. As you straightened up, you sneaked a glance at the window. The spot where he’d been standing was empty and the backyard was deserted.

Your heart sank, the sting of rejection pricking deep.

The shower beckoned, and you walked over to it, intent on washing the tiredness from your body and the night from your mind.

*******

When you exited the bathroom, wet hair curling around your shoulders and the towel wrapped around you still absorbing the lingering moisture, you hadn’t expected to see him standing in the middle of your room.

‘You should be more careful.’ He said without preamble, as was his way.

You looked over to notice that the window curtains had been pulled shut.

'Someone could have seen - ’

'I knew it was you.’ You said.

His eyes widened before he shut them and took a breath.

'I won’t play your games.’

His gaze was harder than you’d ever seen it.

'It’s not, I - ’

'You need to stop.’

'Hyunwoo, please. I love you.’ You whispered, your confession so loud in the silence of the room.

He glanced away, about to head out.

Pain sliced through you, your eyes squeezing shut as you turned away to avoid seeing him leave. The tears you hadn’t expected suddenly trailed down your cheeks.

Your eyes flew open as a warm palm cupped your face and Hyunwoo wiped them away.

'I’m sorry. I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to hurt you like that.’ His eyes were soft and sincere as he studied your expression, guilt and remorse playing in his own.

You turned your head away.

‘Don’t. It can’t be helped if you don’t feel the sa - ‘

‘No.’

His other hand came up so that he was cradling your face as his obsidian irises drowned you in their bottomless depths.

‘I’ve wanted you since the day I saw you.’ he murmured softly.

And then he bent down to crash his lips against yours.

Your heartbeat stuttered. After so much time and all this yearning, this was finally happening.

Your fingers found the stiff collar of his white shirt as they clenched in the material and you pressed yourself closer against him.

But then he broke away from you, broad chest heaving with his exhale.

There it was - but. 

He wanted you, but.

You wanted him, you loved him, but.

The weight of responsibility that he always wore, that was a part of him as a person was threatening to crush you both. 

As the sister of a prominent businessman who thought himself above the law, you were supposed to be with someone supposedly better than the head of his guard, and Hyunwoo - or Shownu as he was known to everyone else - was not to betray the man’s trust.

But, you’d made your decision, consequences be damned. 

You were reached for him, your hand caressing his jaw as you rose on your tiptoes to kiss him again.

‘I don’t care about any of it,’ you whispered, ‘Be reckless with me.’

Immediately, he had you in his arms, holding you so tight as he pulled you into a deep kiss, his full lips and hot tongue muffling your surprised squeak. 

‘I won’t let you go,’ he warned, though it sounded more like a promise that made your heart flutter so hard, ‘You’re mine.’

Yes. Yes, always yes. 

His lips moved with yours, emotions spilling into the wordless passion between your mouths.

'Will you stay with me tonight?’ You asked breathlessly.

'God, yes.’ He groaned against your mouth.

The friction between you tested the tuck of your towel, and as the material loosened, your fingers reflexively clutched at it to keep it in place.

Hyunwoo’s beautiful gaze darkened, anticipation and want so raw and clear on his handsome face, and you knew that your eyes reflected the same desire.

'Drop that towel for me, baby.’ His deep voice requested, and you let it fall.

Your breaths were shallow, and your fingernails dug into his thick biceps as you stood before him. Your earlier confidence was diminished, and a hot blush burned through you as you looked up at him from behind lowered lashes, but the blatant appreciation and need in his eyes made the shyness fall away.

His hands framed your waist, thumbs slowly stroking the soft skin of your stomach.

'You’re so beautiful.’

Your answering smile had him pulling you close to kiss you again.

You pushed his suit jacket off his broad shoulders, and your fingers plucked at the buttons of his shirt, revealing his gorgeous tan skin and firm, defined muscles underneath.

In a flurry of discarded clothes and dancing tongues, Hyunwoo scooped you up easily before gently depositing you on the bed.

His lips traced your neck, teasing and biting the delicate skin as he left rosy petals in his wake. Your head fell back, opening you further to his kisses as an aroused moan fell from your lips. 

He bent lower, tasting your dewy skin that smelled faintly of your orange shower gel. His teeth and tongue teased and sucked the tightly budded peak of one of your breasts as nimble, calloused fingers toyed and played with its twin. You arched into his consuming touch and his arm curved around your waist as your desperate cries sounded in the semi-dark room. Your fingers twisted in his darks locks, so caught up in the feeling of him that you feared you might pull the strands loose. 

‘Hyunwoo, please,’ you managed, breaths coming hard as he kissed down your midriff, ‘Please d-don’t tease.’

He smiled against the soft skin of your stomach, and you shivered in response.

‘Anything you want. baby.’ he said easily, but his voice dripped with command, and you knew you were utterly at his mercy.

Long fingers pressed into your wetness, curving in deep. Your moan cut off in a gasp, a hand fisting in the sheets while the other gripped his toned forearm, and your legs fell apart wider in welcome as you relished the feeling of his warm body between your thighs. 

Steady strokes from his fingers quickly brought you to the edge again and again and again, only to be denied. Your hips rolled of their own accord to match his rhythm as his palm grazed your clit with every motion until - 

‘Please, please, please, please, please - ‘ Your voice broke in a sob, desperate need overriding all other senses. 

‘Shh, baby. I’ve got you.’ he said, lips capturing yours in another heart-melting kiss. 

He slipped into your glistening heat, deep and hard until you were stretching around him so deliciously, your lip caught between your teeth in a punishing bite at the exquisite feeling.

He waited for you to adjust to his large size, hot mouth pressing sweet nothings into your skin, but your need for him soon had you canting your hips upward, making you both groan. 

‘Damn, baby, you take me so well.’

And then his big hands were gripping your hips tight as he moved. Your hands traced every inch of his built torso, reveling in the grooves and dips and the strong beat of his heart. He kissed you again, deeply, thoroughly, as he picked up speed. Your nails wildly scored his back as you clung onto him, lost in rapture, lost in his beautiful dark eyes gazing into yours.

His thumb circled and pressed your clit just as he hit a spot that had you seeing stars and then you were shaking, shuddering, and falling apart as you were tossed into an endless chasm of bliss.

Endless pleasure, endless satisfaction, and an endless train of ‘Hyunwoo, Hyunwoo, Hyunwoo … ‘ from your red lips, swollen from his kisses. 

You felt his pants and groans deep in your veins as his head dropped into your shoulder and he chased after his own high. Your body sang in oversensitized feeling as he suddenly stilled above you, riding out the thrill before filling you with his pleasure. 

It was a few moments before both your heaving breaths settled and he moved to lie beside you. His strong arms pulled you close against his chest, his lips pressing a sweet kiss against your forehead before meeting your own once more.

‘Be with me?’ he asked, and the slight nervousness in his gaze made you laugh. Oh, this wonderful man. After all the reassurances you gave him, after all your declarations, he still wanted you to be sure and give you a choice. 

‘Always.’ you smiled.

‘Then I’m yours.’

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[megaphonemonday]

yeeessss to prompts: would love a jealous mike smutty fic

I love jealousy—mostly when it doesn’t cross the asshole line, but I can always be convinced—as a trope and would one day love to be able to actually write it. ‘Til then, take this. NSFW

all i really want (is to be with you)

The thing about this whole dating Ginny Baker thing was that Mike knew—he knew with every goddamn fiber of his being—that he might be about the luckiest son of a bitch to ever walk the earth. It was one thing to luck out on getting to witness her rise through the Padres’ system, another to get to actually play with her, and something completely incredible to actually be her friend. Getting her to fall for him was just about unbelievable. 

And yet, it had happened. 

So when she worried about what the world would think of her for falling for her captain, Mike hadn’t hesitated to offer to keep their relationship under wraps. So what if he wanted to shout from the rooftops that Ginny Baker was just as much his as he was hers? Keeping this secret was a small price to pay to make sure that kept being true.

That was what he was going to keep telling himself, anyway. 

It’d be easier to believe if the entire world didn’t seem hellbent on hitting on his girlfriend.

They pawed at her in the name of making nice, cracking awful jokes that Ginny had to laugh at. Mike could barely even pass by her without worrying about somehow blowing their cover, let alone stand with his arm draped around her back for a picture.

He turned his back on the glittering crowd, tersely signaling to the bartender for another double bourbon. He didn’t need to watch another group of fawning bigwigs flirt with his girlfriend, their eyes trailing over her skin and body like just because she’d put it on show, it was theirs for the taking. 

God, he’d loved that dress when she modeled it for him last week. Loved the way it displayed the strong planes of her back and shoulders. Loved the way the silky skirts felt beneath his fingers as he explored beneath them even more. 

Judging by the way people kept looking at Ginny, Mike wasn’t the only one thinking about what lay under that silk. 

Christ, he thought, taking a long swig from his drink—at least these charity galas never skimped on the liquor—when will these jokers learn that their buckets of money won’t buy them everything?

Because he couldn’t help himself, Mike turned away from the bar and sought out Ginny.

Whether it was the throng that swirled around her or the sixth sense he’d developed for her proximity sometime during her first season, he couldn’t say, but as usual, it didn’t take him long to find her.

Her smile was strained, the set of her shoulders tense—not that anyone around her seemed to notice. Ginny was possibly even better than Mike when it came to handling the crowds at these gigs, pressing the flesh and getting donors to shell out even more money, but that didn’t mean it didn’t drag on her. 

Mike might be hanging on by a thread, trying not to let the cat out of the bag, but that didn’t mean he was going to let Ginny tough out the overbearing crowds by herself. Slugging back the rest of his bourbon and relishing the burn of something other than jealousy in his chest, he waded into the press of people.

In no time at all, he was at his girlfriend’s side, smoothly extracting her from her knot of admirers with a grin and some vague excuse, and leading her to the swinging service doors. Once they shut behind them, Mike wasted no time in letting his hand alight at the small of Ginny’s back. She glanced up at him curiously, but didn’t object as they marched down the hall and ducked into the first unlocked room they came across. 

She also didn’t object when Mike crowded her up against the wall and let his hands explore far more than her back as soon as they were inside.

“Mike,” she gasped, just once before his lips descended upon hers, hot and demanding. Of course, she wasn’t content to just sit back and take it, and Ginny matched him lick for lick, her own mouth moving furiously against his. Her leg hitched up around his hip, making the whisper smooth fabric of her skirt pool between them. She rocked against him, hands diving for his belt buckle, and Mike really didn’t need more invitation than that. 

He thumbed her lacy underwear to the side, knees nearly buckling at the one-two punch of Ginny’s wet pussy against his knuckles and her fist wrapping around his cock. 

“You sure?” he checked, pretty sure he might combust if she changed her mind. Ginny just rolled her eyes and lined him up. One deft flex of her hips, and he was sinking inside her, their twin groans echoing in the empty room. 

For a while, it didn’t matter that Mike couldn’t even stand next to Ginny in public, had to let everyone else get their five minutes in her halo as he watched from afar. It was just them. Just Mike’s mouth on Ginny’s neck and her hands urging him deeper. 

“So,” she asked once they’d finished, her voice even huskier than usual, “what brought that on?” Mike glanced up from where he’d been making himself presentable again, and Ginny raised a brow. 

He didn’t bother to wiggle his way out of this. He knew better than to think that Ginny would even let him try.

He sighed and reached a hand out for her. She came easily enough, sliding her hand into his. Mike gave her a tug, and Ginny ended up pressed against his chest. 

“If you think you can distract me…” she teased. 

“Oh, I can definitely distract you,” Mike replied, letting his free hand skate from her shoulder blades all the way down to her perfect ass, drawing out a cascade of shivers. 

Ginny pursed her lips, but didn’t dispute it. “Temporarily,” she allowed. “But don’t think we won’t be revisiting the issue later. Maybe when you’re distracted.”

It was hard to miss the implication in her tone, and Mike was loath to put any stops on the next scenario where Ginny had him sufficiently distracted.

Swallowing down his pride, Mike admitted, “Maybe I don’t like that everyone else can get their fill of you—”

“No one is ‘getting their fill—’”

“I know, I know,” he assured her, though that did little to wipe the sour expression from her face. “I just want to be able to stand next to you sometimes.”

“You can.”

Mike shook his head. “Not without giving myself—us—away.”

“Your poker face is that bad?” Ginny tried to joke, though her grin faded at the utter sincerity in Mike’s eyes. Finally, she softened, her palm coming up to cup his cheek. “You’re a disaster, old man.”

“Only for you,” he promised. 

She laughed at that, her head tipping back. It didn’t matter that she was laughing at him, she was sweet and soft in his arms, and that was all that counted. 

“We’ll have to disagree there. Now, c’mon. These people didn’t pay $500 a plate for us to disappear on them.” She tugged on his hand, drawing him toward the door. Mike followed, not quite reluctant, but not enthusiastic, either. At least, not until she grinned at him, dimples flashing and eyes dancing mischievously. “If you’re good, I’ll even let you stand next to me.”

That sealed it. Mike would do just about anything if it meant being next to Ginny.