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saccahrine sundays | k.bakugou

♡ pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader.

♡ word count: 5.3K

♡ rating: mature, 18+, mdni.

♡ genre: pro hero!au, married!au, fluff + smut.

♡ summary: katsuki can never find enough time to get some sleep. between being a full time pro hero, a father and a husband— hours of rest are hard to come by. unless it’s one of those sweet, sweet saccharine sundays.

♡ warning(s): please read ! heavy smut, pwp ( characters aged up to late twenties ), somnophilia, unprotected sex ( wrap it before you tap it, kids ), fingering ( female recieving ), tummy bulges, mating press, pregnancy!kink, daddy!kink, breeding!kink, light!exhibitionism, cumplay + needy bakugou has a praise!kink... <3

♡ author’s note(s): brrr hey guys! it feels like forever since i last posted a full fic, january was bleh so im happy to get this out !! special thanks to @greenchild for feeding me this idea and thank to all of you for your love, support and 2.8K. i love you all, enjoy <3

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katsuki bakugou couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten a full nights sleep. between being a pro hero and family life, the full eight to nine hours of pure rest wasn’t easy to come by— now he wasn’t complaining, he was far too grateful for the life he lead to whinge and whine about the finer details. bakugou was right on track to becoming the number two, he had a beautiful wife who loved him and supported him no matter how reckless he might have been and two little brats that he adored more than anything. he was miles ahead of his high school classmates, never letting up or resting so like he said, there was no room to complain.

but even as the faintest wisps of light slip through drawn curtains and a vermillion gaze settled on the old all might digital alarm clock ( reading 9:01 AM ), katsuki bakugou can’t help but feel grateful for the sleep he just had. no interruptions from wailing toddlers or infants who need changing, no late night call ins for patrols— none of that, just an arm around his wife’s waist and the soft sound of her breathing to coax him out of his sleepy state.

bakugou remembers now, a distant yet far from faint memory of where he and his wife spent two days of their honeymoon under slumber’s spell, having ravished each other the very night they arrived in paris for their honeymoon ( all mina’s idea, she had told katsuki it was the perfect destination for newly weds in love— and whilst the several districts his alien friend recommended did appease you, the blonde had promised to take you on a more luxurious getaway when he was hire up in the hero rankings ). of course that very honeymoon lead you to fall pregnant with your first little miracle— taiga bakugou, the very spitting image of her father except or the slight tilt to her nose and the sparkle in her eye that only her mother possessed.

raising her had proven to be both an enjoyable and exhausting experience for katsuki, with a matching explosive personality to rival even her daddy’s— there were many restless nights the pro hero spent butting heads with his daughter while his sweet spouse was away on missions and getting used to the field again. even during the pregnancy, full nights of rest were little to none— the cravings taiga gave you were almost unbearable for the blonde, not to mention the 2AM labour his little girl put you through...and yet he would repeat the last four years of lack of sleep all over again if it meant reliving every single moment with you. raising tatsumo was much better; however.

so as the weight of well deserved slumber lifts from katsuki’s shoulder’s he’s forced to deal with the memories of your sweet cries from the night (or rather, nights) he made you his wife. he stirs under cotton sheets, a familiar hardness pressing against his inner thigh as he recalls the way you tightened around him— “honey baby,” the desperate whisper tastes foreign, bitter across his tastebuds as he licks his lips. katsuki was usually much more composed when it came to sex, he could hold out for hours while you pleaded and begged of him to give you more. but this morning was different, very much so.

skilfully, the ash blonde slips a hand between your sheets, finger tips calloused with years of training and battle, dancing up your bare thighs from where you wear only his shirt and a pair of panties. the fingers trail up to your underwear, pressing them against your cunt as bakugou watches your face for any reaction— you twitch once before falling back into a deep slumber, letting your husband know that he can continue. he peels like orange silk away from your core and down your legs, half resisting the urge to sniff your undergarment like the dirty man he is but he decides that he can longer wait, already turned on by the feeling of your bare pussy against his hand.

the pro knows exactly how to turn you on, dragging is nails down your thighs just an inch from your wetness and his mind fogs with lust at the thought of the sounds you’d make for him if you were awake...not yet, he says to himself. his next move is to fuck your mouth, two of his digits sliding past parted lips from where you snore— gathering the drool that pools on the surface of your tongue. back and forth; move bakugou’s fingers until he’s satisfied with how wet you’ve made them with your spit. returning those very same fingers to your cunt, he parts your folds— already slightly sticky and hot with the nectar he’s used to savouring. if this were any other time, bakugou would be eating you out like a man starved of his last three meals but the rising sun tells him that his moments to fuck you are very few.

so now, he slides those lubed up fingers right into your tight little hole, shuddering under the sheets at how you automatically clamp around him— even while you sleep. katsuki’s vermillion eyes seek out your face in the warm light of the dusk, watching as your expression contorts into that familiar look of pleasure— lips blossoming into a cherry pout, brows furrowed as if you’re focusing on the way your husband makes you feel.

“fuck, honey baby, so good ‘n pliant for me even when yur fuckin’ sleepin’,” katsuki slurs against saliva that slips along his tongue, he’s hungry to fuck you, make you moan and scissors his fingers deep inside your obedient cunt in away that makes your slumbering body jump. pressing a thumb to your neglected clit, bakugou twists his fingers in search for your g-spot, pumping them into you with vigour. “gonna make you cum angel, baby, please cum while you’re like this s’you can take my cock.”

if there’s one thing pro hero dynamite knows, it’s that your body is a slave to him, no matter what state it’s in. your thighs part instinctively; giving your husband room to curl his fingers and press down hard on your pleasure spot— gummy walls sucking him in deeper. he makes you cum while you sleep, juices staining your supple skin, honeyed from the warm light outside.

“atta girl, cummin’ for your husband like that even when you’re sleeping— so fuckin’ naughty...” katsuki grunts, locks of sun kissed hair beginning to plaster itself against his forehead. his body shakes with the desire to be inside of you, his internal temperature rising with every second that he’s not sheathed within your walls. pulling his fingers away from your twitching mound, bakugou slides them, cum soaked and all, into his mouth to taste your very sweetness. “would eatcha out like a starved man, honeybee, but we don’t gotta lot of time left baby...”

with that, bakugou shuffles his sweats down enough for his cock to spring free, tip bright red and leaking against his toned, scarred abdomen. with practised ease, he hooks your right leg over his waist and positions your dripping cunny right over the head of his length. it takes everything katsuki has not to plunge deep inside of you, to abuse your tempting cunt until it’s formed into the shape of his cock but for once he wants to take you slowly, enjoy his time with your limp body at his disposal.

pressing his girth against your slick entrance, your husband sighs, coating himself with the remainders of your delightful release. the mess you made just for him, makes it easier for him to guide his cock between your velveteen folds that take him so well. his free hand comes up to brush over your cheek and even in the depths of your rest you manage to nuzzle into katsuki’s palm and make his coo— what a precious little doll you are, so good for him and always so obedient no matter what state you’re in. fuck, it drives him so insane that he can’t even think straight.

“...suki....”

fucking hell. the way you sigh out for him so mawkishly whilst you dream makes him twitch, not even half the way inside you. “c’mon honey baby, don’t go moanin’ my name like that when i haven’t even had a c-chance to make you mine yet—“ the blonde shudders, eyes screwing shut as he finally bottoms out inside of you. katsuki let’s out a choked moan, from deep within his chest while you welcome him into your lethally syrupy cunt. “ohh, fuck, that’s the stuff, good girl...”

bakugou’s thrusts start slow yet, forcing your limp body to jolt up the bed and your tits to bounce in tune with the rhythm of his hips— your little hole sucks him in so greedily, so selfishly, clamping down on him as if to prevent him from leaving your body as a whole. pro hero dynamite is shaken to his core, how can his precious baby take him so darlingly while she’s asleep, refusing to let go of him and keep his cock tucked away inside of you.

shit, shit, shit.

he wants to defile you, asleep or not, ruin how pure and angelic your body appears even after years of being together. it’s your fault he’s like this anyway, you deserve to have your pussy destroyed no matter the circumstances— ruby framed eyes threaten to roll back into his skull while bakugou picks up the swirl of his hips between your sticky thighs, you flutter and squeeze around the girth that’s stretched you out so many times before and yet you still remain a tight hole designed for your husband and your husband alone.

lips map their way up the column of your neck, committing every dip and scar and blemish to memory even though katsuki knows where each of them are. the amber colour of the morning sun highlights each of your marks, your husband giving you as many lovebites to match each one. “nn, suki...more..” you whimper, so quiet he almost misses it underneath the sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin. could you feel how he deflowered you in your sleep? ruining such a good girl while you resting? he wants so bad to corrupt you from the inside.

static stretches across katsuki’s brain, crackling as his neurones fire and dopamine fizzes in his veins. cum. cum. breed her. it’s too soon but the blonde can’t help it, pent up and high on the morning sunrise— addicted to the taste of your skin licked with light perspiration. it’s been ages since he’s had you like this, can you blame him for not hanging on so long? bakugou lifts your thigh higher on his waist, using it as leverage to plough into the deepest parts of you, his precious wife, desperate to cream inside you before wake up.

“mm, know you’re close lovebug, won’t you cum for me suki?”

katsuki’s gaze hones in on you, vision blurred and hazy with lust from his impending orgasm. your own eyes are heavy with sleep but the soft smile on your face is filled with a familiar adoration and saccharine love that the blonde can never get tired of. he knows that you know your voice alone is another to send him speeding off of the cliff of release— your hole squeezing around him, beautiful hips that once brought his children into the world gracefully moving up and down to coax his girthy cock to its final release.

“honey baby,” katsuki whines like a broken man when you cup his face, hot puffs of air warming up the space between you. his hips don’t let up though, driven by the way you move against him beneath the sheets, he’s so close he can almost taste it. “c-couldn’t wait for you to wake up, needed you so fuckin’ bad...”

your mouth hangs open in a quiet groan, getting lost in the claps of sweaty bodies against one another and katsuki latches onto your lower lips to swallow your noise— breathing it in and letting it spread through his body like oxygen. “oh, lovebug, y-you don’t...” you pause, eyes rolling to the back of your head as the angry tip of your husband’s cock grazes against your gummy spot, sending your walls into a flurry of flutters that make katsuki twitch. “ ...you don’t ever have to wait with me, d-don’t hold back, kay?”

you’re a breathless mess, a sight to behold and he can’t take not having you filled with his seed any longer. the lazy push and pull of your bodies smacking wetly against each other become erratic thrusts, heat pooling in the abdomen of the pro hero boiling him alive in feelings of desire for you and you alone.

bakugou quivers from his lips to his toes when he cums, filling your slippery walls with a creamy white and lining your insides with the claim of your man. your man. your husband. “fuck, fucking hell, h-honey, gimme that pussy...gimmie that fuckin’ pussy,” his groans linger in the crisp early morning air, dancing with the static while he orgasms within you, endless bouts of white stuffing you to the brim. you kiss in an attempt to calm him, squeezing around his thick cock to ride out his high. you taste of orange liquor and manuka honey, addicting while he sucks lavishly on your tongue and spares you the air you need to breathe. ‘cause at the end of the day call you need is him.

“did you cum, precious one?” ever the gentleman, katsuki has to ask but even you can see in his blood red ruby eyes ( no matter how tired they may seem ) that he’s gearing up for a second round, shallow thrusts pushing his own release deeper into your fertile womb. there’s about thirty minutes until the kids wake up, but your lover can make you see stars in fifteen.

you shake your head once as bakugou rolls you onto your back— strong arms caging you into the prison if his love. large hands dance tenderly up the back of your thighs and you meet his eyes with such a saccharine smile his heart bursts at the sight of you. “you’re insatiable, lovebug,” the tingling notes of your moan caresses bakugou’s cheek as he manoeuvres your legs to fold you into a mating press, shifting his weight above you. “did you really need me that much, daddy bear?”

“think y’already know the answer to that, honeybee,” katsuki drawls, tripping over his words filled, oh so generously with blazing desire. he still remains sheathed inside you, a darling whine dripping from his cherry lined lips— the ones sore from kissing you— as he gives an experimental thrust into the tight heat of your core. you accept him willingly, opening up for him like a blossoming flower which makes katsuki’s hot breath stutter from the overstimulation. neither of you can look away, sharing the intimate moment of his length sinking into you— katsuki groans as you suck him in inch by inch before leaning over and attaching his lips to yours, licking at the seam of them in order to coax them open. his wife is a tease however; denying him the pleasure of sucking on her tongue...for now at least.

but it’s all worth it, for katsuki wants to burn the erotic sight of you beneath him into his mind forever. your skin shines like it was kissed by the setting moon, eyes hooded and holding a lust that only burns brightly for him while your chest heaves in anticipation of your husband claiming you for the second time that morning. “m-move suki, please—c-can’t...” the tail end of your pleas fall away with the fading night sky.

the man doesn’t need to be told twice.

save for a few shallow thrusts to get going, katsuki soon finds himself pistoning into you at an unruly, god speed pace. the blonde revels in the way one hand of yours twirls strands of his hair between your fingers whilst the other digs crescent moons into his blemished honey skin. helpless huffs and candied cries tickle bakugou’s ears while he presses your body flush against his and pins you down with his hips.

their movements don’t ever waver, cock catching on every ridge your damp pussy has to offer him, each thrust calculated amplify your pleasure that rolls in heatwaves throughout your body. katsuki’s mind grows blank, thick with the mirage you’ve cast over him from the way you push back against him, taking more of his inches into you.

“ngh, lovebug,” you say, high off of euphoria while katsuki’s leaking cock bears down harshly on your g-spot and you smile up at him deliriously— looking like the eighth wonder of the world. you grab the hand your husband uses to keep your thighs up and bring it down to your tummy for him to feel what you feel. “can feel your cock inside me, love, so big...makin’ my tummy bulge like a good daddy bear...”

something snaps within katsuki at the sound of your breathless praise; a feral blaze setting alight deep inside his chest— spreading throughout his body as his cock drives deeper and deeper inside your spongy, wet cunt— just about breaching the gates of your cervix. breed her. fuck her. make her swollen with your cum. bakugou can’t even think straight; intoxicated by the way you move against him, the way you look so full of him and his thick length.

he wants you to look full all of the time. so katsuki does with the only way he knows how. dropping his head to your neck, sharp attack your neck with blossoms of bruises forming under your skin in the name of love— you whine, a gorgeous symphony of his name against his ear while you tangle your fingers in the baby hairs at the nape of his neck. “y’can’t jus...jus say stuff like that to me, honey...” bakugou croons against your skin, screwing his eyes shut while his hips pick up the pace and plunging his length right into your womb. the sounds of your arousal wetly spill into the sex scented air— fuelling katsuki to thrust into you faster. “not if you...n-not if you don’t want me to fuck another one of those shitty brats into you.”

as stuttered as his words are, bakugou means every single one of them. a primal desire activates in the back of his mind, overriding every single of senses. just the thought of lining your womb with his pungent seed, making you pregnant once again and seeing you round and full with katsuki’s child is enough to drive him off of the rails. And the pro hero knows that you feel the same, he can tell by the way your heat clamps down on his cock and strangles him, as if to milk him of every ounce of his cum.

“yes, want you to make me pregnant suki, make me a mommy again, please—!” you simper out loud, desperate tears springing to your eyes while the bed groans beneath you. visions of you round and swollen with a baby drives him to thrust into you harder, faster so that more and more of his precum spills into you. “know you want it, want it too...your cum, deep inside me—ohmygod suki—yes!”

bakugou slaps a hand over your mouth, watching as your sweet doe eyes brim with tears at the languid roll of his hips against yours. “careful honeybee, don’t want the kids to...fuckin’ hell... h-hear—“ he stutters, eyes rolling, limbs shaking violently. his other hand drops between your conjoined bodies, drawing vicious circles into your swollen clit to draw you closer and closer to the edge. star dust is littered behind your eyes, the bright white signifying the race to your high that only katsuki can give to you. “or do you want to be heard, you want everyone to hear how full you’re gonna become when i get you pregnant again. how you’ll whine and beg me to suck on your tits when you start makin’ that sweet milk for our baby. is that what you fuckin’ want, yn?”

you can’t help the way your pussy flutters around his cock that brutally grazes your g-spot— the dirty words your husband speaks like music to your ears. a symphony with his moans and the sounds of his balls slapping against your bare ass. “oooh, shit baby, you must do with the way your lil cunny clamps down on me—just like that...”

“oh god, lovebug please...cum...cum! need it daddy bear—can’t take it anymore,” you babble against katsuki’s hand, brain turning to mush at the unbearable pleasure. the knot in your tummy becomes tighter, close to snapping as the white light of pleasure clouds your view.

patterns drawn diligently against your clit speed up; turning to quick figure of eights to tease your orgasm. “‘course you fuckin’ do honey baby, my little breeding bitch. my sweet little wife who can’t wait to be a mommy again. take this cock, you dirty whore. take it and I’ll give you my fuckin’ baby.” bakugou slurs, losing all control as the pace of his hips begins to falter. you can feel his dick twitching inside of you, tip pulsing with the need to paint your insides.

your gazes lock within the frenzy, while your back arches and hips lift to take your husband deeper inside you. dynamite is feral like you’ve never seen before; an animal reduced purely back to instinct. unfocused red eyes become teary like your own with hot pleasure while they lock onto you but you know that behind lust; loved the adoration and love your husband holds for you. thats all you need to reach the edge and tumble into your orgasm,

it takes but a few more thrusts and a pinch to your clit before you’re cumming— release squirting out and splattering against bakugou’s toned abdomen.

the blonde never lets up while you cum undone on his iron hot rod, letting him pump into you with unrelenting feverishness. katsuki is desperate, needing an extra push even with you strangling his cock with your insides. “s-say you’ll make your daddy a daddy baby, say you’ll give me another fucking kid. fuck, fuck yeah...please honey baby—“ bakugou damn near sobs, trembling violently above you as his breath hitches with ever hiccup.

smiling gently, you pull his head to your neck, cradling your husband while his pace slows to circular grinds. “i’ll make you a daddy again, you can cum for me now lovebug...”

“shit, shit, oh god— cummin’...” thats all bakugou needs to hear before bottoming out inside of your abused hole— screaming against your bitten flesh and forcing his cock into your fertile womb as he sprays with his thick, sticky seed. white coats every ridge and crevice of your pussy while impatient thrusts slow to sensual grinds. you feel the tears of neediness soak the supple skin of your neck, rocking your hips against katsuki to milk his cock for all it’s worth— even if slow waves of his cum seep down your folds and to the sheets below.

“g’morning, katsuki,” you sigh blissfully, fingers combing through your lover’s sweaty mop of sun kissed locks. the pair of you lie still, limbs still intertwined as you catch your breath under the orange hues of the light outside.

your husband shifts his head to look at you, eyelids heavy over blood red eyes with a satisfied look on his face. he’ll never get over having you all to himself first thing in the morning— katsuki bakugou will always consider that a luxury and as he looks to you, a great smile soon takes his features. “yeah...good fucking morning to you too, angel face,” bakugou doesn’t dare pull out of you, intent on keeping his word. “love you yn, you’re always so good to me...”

katsuk’s lips mould into a pout as you continue your earlier ministrations of brushing back sweat slicked hair away from his face before pressing a chase kiss to his lip and making his cock twitch from over sensitivity, inside of you. he was always a sucker for the romantic moments after a passionate round of sex, he was a domestic, love struck son of a bitch what could he say? “suki...lovebug, you know you can pull out if it’s too much,” you remind him, the sound of your voice pulling his attention back to you. as he stares; katsuki maps out every detail of your face, the way your eyes glitter in the mellow light that peeks from between closed curtains or the slight dip across your cheek in the form of a scar from where you’d been injured on the field— he spends time committing it all to memory as if it’s the last time he’ll get to witness such beauty. “you’re staring, bug.”

“nuh uh, not pulling out.” huffing, bakugou leans up for another kiss, which you happily provide him with as he curls up onto your chest like a kitten seeking warmth. “keepin’ you plugged full s’you can get preggers like i fuckin’ promised.”

“you were serious?” you question him first, earning yourself another grouchy huff before your eyes roll and a comfortable silence sweeps across your bedroom, periodically interrupted by the morning birds waking up and chirping. “always a man of your word, huh bug? don’t worry, we’ll make you a daddy bear soon, but i’ve got to clean up before the kids wake up.”

“don’ you fuckin’ move— leave the dumbass kids, they’ll be fine on their own.”

“not with taiga’s quirk coming through, now move, you’re heavy.”

with that, you manage to shove bakugou off of you and he only hisses lightly as his softened cock hits the cold air, already missing your heat. the banter between you both as husband and wife is always light and you always win; he wants to bite back but anything he says will be soft on his sharp tongue. damn you and you being the love of his life. bakugou watches as you fix his shirt over your frame and head to your en-suite bathroom to make yourself more presentable to your kids— mumbling something about how many times katsuki came inside of you.

sure there was a lot of it, but he’d only cum inside you twice and he was trying to give you a baby. again.

the shower turns on and he can hear the sound of water running but it doesn’t cover your sweet voice as you call for him. he could never miss that. “katsuki bakugou, you horny bastard, i love you, my daddy bear!” you sing for him; making the blonde smile.

“i love you more, honey baby,” he chuckles back, tucking himself back into sweats before settling back into the ruined sheets.

bakugou was so luckily to have you and you’re beautiful children— he wouldn’t trade any moment of his life for the world except for maybe more time with you. he swore, he’d spend forever loving you if he could.

“daddy?” sweet thoughts are cut off by the groggy voice of bakugou’s eldest daughter, taiga, who stands in the doorway of his bedroom rubbing her cherry red eyes.

the blonde grins, rising from his place in bed and crossing the room in three short strides. he quickly crouches down in front of his little girl and ruffle her unruly mop of matching blonde hair. “g’morning brat, what’s up?”

taiga clutches her shoto plushy tightly, the one uncle todoroki had gotten her for her first birthday ( the one that bakugou hated because it was his daughter’s favourite— kirishima hated it too because he had always thought he was the favourite uncle ), and pouts down at her father, scowling sleepily. bakugou knows if you could see the two of them now, you’d be saying she was the spitting image of him. “tatsumo woke up n wouldn’t stop whinin’, fink he’s hungry, daddy!” the little girl grumbles, clearly still reeling in the after effects of her sleep that got cut short.

“how about we go get him and make some pancakes then?” katsuki suggests softly, hauling his daughter onto his bare shoulders and being mindful not to drop her stupid fuckin’— i mean her plushy to the ground. “y’gonna help me mix up enough batter for ya ma n’ brother, you got that brat?”

taiga squeals as at the new found height, wrapping a singular chubby arm around bakugou’s head for support, making his heart burst at the tiny hand that grips his chin. fuck, he loved his life. “only if we can add choco chwips, daddy!”

“oi, don’t you push your fuckin’ luck with me brat, ya mommy might let you get away with eatin’ shit like that but not me—“ bakugou makes an attempt to scold his daughter while they make way towards his son’s room, but he already knows he’s going to give into her. he can’t say no to taiga.

“i’ll tell mommy you cursed at me!”

“why you little sh—“

“careful, katsuki, if you keep cursing her out i might have to put you on punishment later,” taiga bursts in to wriggly giggles on bakugou’s shoulders, making it harder to keep her in place as you brush past him to grab tatsumo from the nursery.

“daddy’s gonna get in trouble!”

the teasing tone to your voice lingers in the air while you fetch your son, who seems groggy and pouty when he comes into katsuki’s view— wrapped up in your arms while you wear a cleaner shirt of his. there’s that glint in your eye, similar to the one your children posses when they’re doing something mischievous. and that alone tells the ash blonde he’ll be getting punished in ways that could lead to another little one rushing through your house.

bakugou can roll with that.

but for now; he reaches up and pinches taiga’s nose— telling her to stop running her mouth and sending you into giggles while you carry your children downstairs for breakfast. katsuki bakugou couldnt remember the last time he’d gotten a full nights sleep, but what he did know is that he’d always remember the very saccharine mornings he’d get to spend with you and your beautiful children after.

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“taiga, did you put chocolate chips in the batter even though i told you no?”

bakugou had turned his back for but a mere second to grab some milk for tatsumo; who played happily with smooshed bits of banana in his high chair— and suddenly, the batter was littered with the offending, tiny pieces of candy.

“no, it was mommy!”

“yn...”

you quickly throw your hands up in the air as defence, dropping the packet of sinful treats to the counter. “what? i’m having cravings, bakugou!”

“you’re not even pregnant, yn!” the man himself raises his spatula at you accusingly with a scowl, biting down on his tongue to prevent himself from cursing again.

you smile up at your husband, knowing he can’t stay mad at you for long. “but i will be, katsuki, it’s the thought that counts.” your eyes flicker up as you wipe the melted chocolate on your finger tips off with your tongue before moving to settle your daughter down for breakfast. bakugou splutters, cheeks flaming with a reddish rose at the thought of your soon to be baby and all the activity that comes with making one which makes you laugh. “oh and lovebug? your pancakes are burning.”

with a jump, katsuki turns to flick off the flame and save his batch of pancakes while you tend to your kids— leaving him to contemplate over your chocolate chip breakfast, how lucky he was to have you.

“i crave chocolate, can i get a pregnant?” taiga squeals shortly after.

“not a chance in hell, brat.”

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Strawberry | Chapter 13 | Common Tongue

Summary: This chapter is titled after a Hozier song. Take that as you will.

Rating: M. If I see anyone minor interacting with this or hear of anyone reading it, I will block your ass.

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“I’m a virgin,” you had said to him one night.

It meant nothing.

It meant nothing because, to him, you were the same with or without having slept with someone. Din knew that - had you chose him - it would be an honor. He would think no differently of you either way, and that even if the two of you never had sex, he was glad to have met you.

Now he thinks he may be addicted.

Part of him really wishes that you hadn’t gone this far; that the innocence would have lasted until whenever it was that he forced to leave. Because now he was in over his fucking head.

Behind the shed, you’d grabbed his hand and palmed yourself against the cotton of your underwear. The song of cicadas did a humbling job of masking your little pants or the way you whimpered beneath him. And, sure, Din did everything in his power to break traditional norms, but he wasn’t going to fuck you behind a shed for the first time. His heart broke when he separated himself from you and you whined underneath your breath in protest.

“Come on,” he huffed, lungs attempting to keep up. “Let’s go.”

Three minutes.

That’s how long it took to run from the main house to the cabin. Three goddamned minutes was a record. You don’t recall running that fast since becoming an adult. If your high school gym teacher has witnessed the velocity in which you just sprinted, she’d be amazed.

It was good old fashioned motivation.

Fortunately, Din’s barely taken his hands off of you so he managed to catch your clumsy ass when you tripped over the lip of the front door. The two of you had chuckled against the other before he asked, “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” you giggle. You place a hand upon your cheek in feign distress. “But I think I may need to lay down…”

Your tone, which is laced with suggestive demure, has Din raising a brow. “Oh yeah?” he growls.

You nod sweetly, lips still pressed against his. “Mm hm.”

You’re so goddamn beautiful.

When he presses you against the plushness of the sheets, he admires the way your hair fans about you and frames your face. Your cheeks are flushed and your lips plump from his kiss, the natural pout of them more pronounced now that he’s bitten and sucked at the flesh. The brilliance of your skin glows beneath the yellow light, neck joining the expanse of your bust which heaves with endurance. He kisses down your pulse point until he reaches the neck of his t-shirt.

His t-shirt.

“Can I?” he whispers against the hollow of your neck, fingering the edge of the fabric.

“Yes.”

You’ve never been this exposed to anyone other than the occasional friend (when changing) or your sisters (also when changing). It’s been so long since you’ve gone outside of yourself - into the very thick of reality - so when he asked if he could reveal you to it, the urgent “yes” surprised yourself.

Still - it’s another kind of anxiety; not violent, but in the way. When he’s stripped the shirt from your body - carefully, as though he were unwrapping a priceless antique - it’s a natural instinct to cover yourself, confident of the way you weren’t.

“Take all the time you need,” he whispers against the flesh of your neck. “I’m a patient man.”

It should’ve been enough and maybe in an alternate universe it was. Maybe that version of you threw all misogynistic beauty standards out the window into the night, but in this present day-in-age, you took a minute to go over the mental checklist. What if you weren’t to his standards? What was the situation like down there? What would you do if he wasn’t all that you decided him to be?

How long would it take to heal from that?

Before your mother died she took your hand and made you promise: I will do everything I can to feel joy, as fleeting as it may be. There are lessons to be learned. She’d made you chant it in a monkish way, as though preforming a ceremony in the sterility of a hospital room strung with cheap tinsel and a sad, plastic tree at her bedside. You’d understood what she meant then like the way a student might understand the components of Ancient Greek; not until it is utilized can its full potential make any sense at all.

The philosophers - and your mother - be onto something.

Something like a muffled version of his name slips lazily through your lips. And while it’s dissected, pulled apart with a lazy and tense breath, it’s the first time his name has sounded poetic. Din never thought of himself this way; that his person could ever inspire such an organic response as the way you unwound beneath him. He’s laid with women before - three, he thinks - but he’s not positive he’s ever experienced a woman before.

Xian was good at what she did and she knew it; Din wasn’t oblivious to that but it lacked a certain something. The other times his body has been weaved together with another’s was faceless; just hookups he’s tried so desperately to forget. Hazy nights in which he woke up to in the morning, their backs to him, and identity indistinguishable. Eventually he just stopped trying.

It wasn’t until now with your fingers clutching at his hair that he realized how the act - the very dance itself - could be purifying. How it could wash away the very worst of similar experiences and how it made something that always felt cheap now priceless. The body is a temple, his elders would always say, and it never made any sense to him. The body is a fortress made to withstand hurricanes and torpedos. It was no place to kneel, to worship, to inspire anything other than sheer refuge.

How ironic, as kneeling was the very thing he was doing now.

Irony wasn’t the word. Fateful, he supposes, as he tastes the fruit that’s always been so forbidden to him. Your thighs clench around his head and the fingers that have been stroking his hair grip the sheets, white knuckling the starched weave, until a gasp is caught in your throat. And then there is nothing but the pressure of ignition until it crumbles around you, fizzing the air with something akin to champagne bubbles.

There is no nasally whine that follows afterwards like there always had been before you. No wild “yes!” that pollutes the air. Just the instability of a weakened chest, the grasping at air, and the delicious feel of your hand enveloping his after having pulled it from your sex.

You weren’t a stranger to penetration though this was was with exceptions; no one had ever done anything to you with foreign or, well, domestic objects. At the age of eighteen, your friends at the time had dragged you to the building on the east end of town that never officially existed until legality said that it did. La Boudoir Rouge was the place ‘vodka aunts’ went to cure the blues, bought mysterious items, and then hid the pink bags in the back of their closets.

So, yes; sex was a foreign exchange policy you’ve never found yourself involved in, but you knew the dynamics. You’d bought equipment and even enjoyed it more than you’d initially expected. Penetration wasn’t at all strange to you.

This made it easier, you think, as Din finally slides in. There was a stretch of course, and it took you a moment to get comfortable enough to brave any movement. Din drops his forehead upon yours, letting out a strangled breath through his nose, as you struggle to come to terms with the size. He’d given off an energy but…

“It’s so big,” you gasp once he reaches the spongey part of you. It feels stupid, it falls short on a botched intake of breath, but it’s the truth.

Din’s composing himself, silent in his endeavor to mold himself within you. His arms are pressed on either side of you, body flush against yours with his pelvis meeting your pubic bone. There’s another moment of silence before he kisses at your temple.

“Are you okay?” he whispers.

A smile graces your lips, though your eyes are clenched. “That’s an understatement.”

The pace is fast, sweat inspiring. It drips down your neck until it falls in the valley of your breasts and Din wants so badly to lick it from your skin, but he’s too distracted by the way you clench around him. It’s ironclad - it’s the best goddamn pussy he’s ever had.

He wants to tell you that but he’s unsure of how you’d react. You’ve been letting out delicious gasps and moans reaching an octave you’d never reach sober, but not you’re coherently vocal enough for him to say it outright.

And then you breathe it in a pathetic whine: “It’s yours, Din. It’s yours.”

He almost stops, but his body is hellbent on seeing this through. Whatever the fuck this was; a spiritual experience maybe. Perhaps he’d died after the last mission - broken and buried underneath mounds of dirt - and now rests in paradise where he fucks his way through eternity.

A raw, animalistic response possesses him, the fistful of flesh from your hips is replaced by the swell of you cheeks. He embraces you softly, but sternly enough to incite a whimper.

“What was that, chica bonita, huh?”

You throw your head back as he slams his hips against yours with more force, the excitement conjuring a great wave of adrenaline coursing through his veins. You try to speak but it fails to materialize.

He was balls deep and you were still shy by your interjection.

“What’s mine, sweet girl?” he whispers, mouth tickling along your collarbones. The contrast of gentle words and barbaric thrusts is something he’s never experienced during sex. Ever.

You let out one more mouthwatering whine before saying: “My pussy is yours, Din. Take it. Please, please…”

Suffice to say, that’s what does it. The two of you cum at the same time, like a synchronized dance, clutching one another so tightly it leaves red ribbons. Your fingernails had dug into his forearms and his at your waist in which his hands wrapped around. He lets out a deep, broken growl as you whimper, shaking like a leaf, and he pulls out just in time to paint your belly with pearlescent threads.

He collapses on top of you, knocking the wind from your fragile body. You’re absolute jelly beneath him, crumbled into bits, and would never be the same. Let’s stay here forever, you want to tell him.

Din presses his face into the hollow of your neck, listening to the rapid pulse beneath flushed and thin skin. Then he kisses the blood flow beneath once, twice. “My gorgeous girl…”

Stay with me. Stay with me.

You wrap your arms - which have settled from the convulsions - around his neck and hug him tightly against you.

Don’t leave me. Don’t leave me.

#din djarin x reader #din x reader #strawberryfic #mando x reader #the mandalorian x reader #din x y/n #din x you #mando x y/n #mando x you

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indulgence - jjk | m

love of mine, won't you lay by my side and rest your weary eyes before we're out of time? give me one last kiss for soon such distance will stretch between our lips - as much as i ever could, city and colour

↳ summary- Sometimes your boyfriend Jungkook reminds you how much you love him by doing absolutely nothing at all.

↳ rating- explicit / 18+

↳ word count- 3.8k

↳ pairing- jungkook x reader

↳ genre- fluffy smut, smutty fluff, whatever you wanna call it. its got fluff and smut, established relationship

↳ warnings- oral sex (m receiving), penetrative sex, real hot love making, squirting? sure, unprotected sex (condoms are cool use them)

↳ a/n- lindy is in her feels apparently because this was supposed to be hot and kinky and i just made it real romantic but whatever dskgjkg. thanks to @sugarly-laysa for requesting jk smut i hope this is good for you, booboo ily all thanks for reading!! feel free to come chat with me, request smth, tell me how your day is, etc etc etc. enjoy cute babie jk being cute.

You’re not sure why the universe decided you are lucky enough to be the one to love Jeon Jungkook, but as you trudge into your apartment after an inexplicably horrific day at work, you realize you should thank your lucky stars for aligning just right to make him yours.

Jungkook doesn’t realize you’re home. He’s too distracted at the sink, hands soapy as he scrubs at the dishes from the day. He’s wearing those jeans you love, the ones that fit him tightly and show off his perfectly shaped ass and toned thighs. He’s singing off key to his own songs, hips rolling in a minute version of his carefully practiced choreography. He performs for the dishes only, unaware of the audience of one in the doorway.

A smile that hasn’t broken through the cloud of despair all day makes its way on to your lips without you even noticing.

Jungkook is like the lighthouse in the storm. He guides you home and keeps you safe from crashing and burning. His presence brings you safe harbor and you find yourself able to be at peace no matter what, as long as he’s there keeping his light on for you.

You don’t announce your presence. You’re unwilling to end his show too early. He continues scrubbing at pots, often flinging his watery hands around the room as he continues to dance like he’s performing at Seoul Olympic Stadium all over again. Although his movements are jerky and unrefined now in his multitasking and his singing is definitely a pitch or two off, he pours his heart into the private performance.

It makes your heart clench. You love how much he loves his career, his life. He’s grown up in it—it's the only world he knows and yet it still hasn’t tainted him. He grew into a man capable of so much more than just singing and dancing, and you loved watching him blossom with every passing year.

Jungkook has clearly taken care to clean the entire house today. You hadn’t asked him, and truthfully you never needed to. He was as good of a partner as you could get. He never felt you should be responsible for household tasks. He took care of his own things, like a grown man should. He adored it when you helped, washed his clothes for him or cleaned up his mess after a night of gaming, but whatever you gave to him, he did back for you plus some.

As you lean against the wall, staring at the love of your life popstar boyfriend pretending to be a popstar, wooden spoon as microphone and all, you recognize you’re the luckiest girl in Korea. Maybe even the world.

Jungkook is pirouetting around as he hits his high notes of ‘ON’ and shakily ends his solo in a deep lunge. It breaks you from your silent role, a laugh finally making its way out and he snaps his eyes open and blushes.

“Hi,” he says sheepishly. He holds the spoon in both clasped hands, as if to signify he totally wasn’t just singing into it like a microphone.

“Hi,” you reply. Your coat and shoes come off, bag hung on the hook, and you make your way to him.

“You washed the dishes,” you state as you approach. He looks confused for a moment.

“Yeah, I made lunch earlier so I wanted to get them cleaned up.” His confusion is apparent, unable to decipher the look in your eyes.

You’re staring at him with heat, an undeniable hunger. The fact that Jeon Jungkook is yours and is in your kitchen doing his own dishes hits you hard. It soaks you to the core. Maybe it’s the domestic side of you, but you’re absolutely salivating at the thought he cleaned the kitchen and his mess with no problem. He didn’t even do it to impress you, he just did it. And you’re aching for him.

You’re slowly lowering yourself to your knees and Jungkook’s eyes widen.

“Wh-what are you doing? You just got home from work.”

“I’m going to suck your cock.” Your words are simple, and it makes him shiver.

“But why?” The bulge in his pants grows regardless of his suspicion.

Your hands make their way up his solid thighs, muscles rippling under your favorite pair of jeans he owns, until they land at his button and fly.

“Because I really, really, really want to suck your cock until you cum down my throat. Then I might do it again.”

He stifles a groan and nearly drops the wooden makeshift microphone from his grip.

“Not that I’m complainin-ahhh...” he gasps as you pull his pants and underwear down to his knees and his cock springs free. “Shit—I mean I’m down but is there a reason?”

Your hands rub at his thighs once more and you smile sweetly at him.

“Because I am in love with you.”

Jungkook is still confused. You know he wants to ask more, but your hand grips his length and all questions fly out of his mind as fast as they enter.

“Okaaayy,” he sighs.

He wants to tip his head back in bliss as you pump your hand, but he also wants to maintain eye contact with you. How can he not? You’re gazing up at him as if he’s the one responsible for putting all the stars in the sky—like he lit every single one of them for you. The intensity is intoxicating to both of you.

You can’t move your eyes away from him. They trace over the lines of his face, the smoothness of his skin, the way his hair falls onto his forehead with just the perfect swoop. You’re seeing him through fresh eyes for a moment, and it feels like you’re drunk.

“I love you,” you murmur as your lips move closer to him. Jungkook sighs and lets his eyes close for a moment. He can feel the heat of your breath on his tip, you’re sure of that, and as much fun as it is to tease him you can’t bring yourself to do it tonight when you’re so desperate to make him feel good.

“I love you too,” he coos. “Especially when you come home and wanna blow me immediately.” He grins cheekily as he opens his eyes back up and looks at you. Jungkook can’t stay serious in a situation to save his life. Leave it to him to still try to make you smile when you’re about to milk his cock dry with your mouth.

“I should do it more often,” you assess as your tongue flicks out at the head. You let it rub gently at the slit at the top where moisture has accumulated. It tastes salty, it tastes like him.

“You should?” He questions with a hiss at the feel of you. “I mean, yeah, you should.” He corrects himself and bites his lip. Your tongue is still laving at the surface of his head, a sweet torture that makes his knees feel weak.

“You did the dishes,” you repeat as your tongue now slides down his shaft. It follows down the underside, the vein guiding you towards his pelvis and down to his balls. You allow yourself to spend some time there, licking and sucking at them lightly.

“Oh f-fuck,” he gasps. “If this is what I get for doing the dishes, I’ll do them m-more.”

You hum in reply as you suction them into your mouth and swirl them gently. Your hand remains on his thick length, gently pumping and caressing him to keep him stimulated. You can tell he’s losing his mind. He’s been caught off guard and is now getting his cock worshipped by you. You’re still in your work clothes—oxford shirt and tight skirt. It makes Jungkook even harder, if that is possible. He likes the idea that you literally couldn’t wait another second to get his dick in your hot little mouth.

You release him from your mouth and he moans at the feeling of the air on the moistened skin.

“Fuck,” he whines. “You’re so hot.”

You smile up at him again as you kiss his length, punctuating each spot on his dick with a press of your lips. You trail back up to the head where he’s leaked more pre-cum, and you waste no time in wrapping your lips around the tip and suckling lightly.

“Shit!” He yelps at the sudden pleasure. “Oh, my god.”

He’s going to lose the ability to speak coherently, you both know it. He can last until you’re taking him into your throat, then he may as well be speaking a foreign language. You never understand what he’s saying except the occasional gasp of your name. You can’t wait until he gets there tonight. You love sucking him stupid.

Your mouth accepts more of him in, tongue lapping at any surface it can as you pull him in deeper to your mouth. He’s sighing his ‘please’s and ‘thank you’s like a proper gentleman, and one soapy hand comes to rest at your hair. He gently pushes back any bangs or stray sections of hair that threaten to impede your pursuit. He holds your hair back gently and watches you close.

Doe's eyes look back at him and soon you’ve got him buried inside you. Tip to the back of your throat, your nose buried in the light splatters of hair at his base. He is whimpering now, can’t believe a few minutes ago he was washing the dishes and now he’s balls deep in your throat.

“Babe, oh my god,” he’s trying hard not to stutter. He feels like he could cum, but he wants more. He begs his body to behave, to let you have your way with him. “S-so good.”

It pleases you; the approval rolling over your body like fine silk. His voice is shaky and getting close to the sexy, fucked out sound that has you dripping.

You allow him to rest inside your throat for a moment, swallowing around him to allow him the feel of the tightness, before you’re pulling away and starting a pace of bobbing your head up and down on him. You never let your eyes leave his. Even when he’s closing them in pleasure, you maintain constant contact with his.

He looks back down at you and feels his body quake. You look incredible, still all dressed up and made up, red lips wrapped around his cock and bobbing a pace that gets him closer to the edge than he’d like to admit.

His cock feels heavy on your tongue and it’s exhilarating. You almost wish you could be attached to his cock at all times, sucking him until he’s had his fill for a few moments, then returning to the action. You kick yourself for all the times you’ve not been sucking his dick.

Your hand joins in to assist your plight, fist gripping the areas of his cock you cannot reach with your mouth alone and pumping in time with your head bobs. His cock quickly slicks up with your saliva and it’s easy to stroke him with the lubrication.

“Ohhhhh, fuuuu-,” he whines. You smile at yourself. You’ve made it. You’re at the place where Jungkook forgets his native language and begins speaking a new one that only he is capable of translating. He groans out unintelligible syllables, and it makes you go even faster knowing he’s past the point of no return.

“Be-,..” he gasps. “Bayb-... Gonna cum.” He warns. His thighs are quivering and you allow the hand that isn’t stroking his perfect cock to completion to rest on one solid muscle, hoping it will help still the seizing in his legs. You don’t slow down, don’t stop for a single second as you know he’s so near the edge.

You can tell by his facial expressions when he’s about to hit his high. His moans go from loud and echoing around the room to silent, mouth agape in noiseless rapture. His eyes close tight and his body tenses. If he was naked, like he normally is when you’re doing this, you would see his abs tense so hard that a defined six-pack is on display like a little reward for sucking his dick so well. His neck veins become more prominent and you can tell that with just a few more sucks, a little lick here and a nice hard pump there,

He’s cumming. You feel the heat of his seed spill into your mouth and you slow your motions but don’t stop, never stop, as you coax as much of him out as you can. His silence is broken as he groans in time with each pulse of his cock.

It’s a few seconds later when he comes back to reality, when he’s restored with the ability to speak a language you both know.

You pull away from him only when you feel his cock weaken, soften, inside of your mouth. You release him and give him a show of your open mouth and hot white cum loaded on your tongue. Like you want to savor each drop, not let a single drip go uncherished. It’s a fine dessert, you want to appreciate the flavor forever.

The act makes Jungkook groan.

“What the fuck,” he pants. “That was so fucking good.”

You smile and close your mouth, allowing the pooled liquid to slide down your tongue. For the first time that night, you allow yourself to close your eyes and relish. It’s a familiar taste, the flavor of Jeon Jungkook that is incredibly addictive. It tastes like home. It tastes like love. A high rushes through your veins, more powerful than any drug, of that you’re certain. You feel drunk and euphoric.

He notices this and smiles at you. His cock is still out, hanging out of his jeans awkwardly, but neither of you care. He cups a hand on the side of your face and lets his thumb stroke your cheek gently.

“You’re so good to me,” he whispers. You open your eyes now, level them to look at the man above you. He holds your face delicately and the penetrating stare he returns is adoring. You are his prized possession—in his eyes you are appraised higher than any of the glittering gold awards lining your shelves.

“I love you,” he states. “Not just because you sucked the life out of me.”

There it is again, his cheeky jesting that captured you in the first place. You slip a laugh from your lips as your hands unbutton your top. You’re staring at each other and intention is written in the gaze. He never wavers from your watch. He doesn’t move his glance elsewhere as your top falls to the floor and your bra soon joins it. He’s maintaining his firm sight as you slip the skirt off.

Jungkook pushes the jeans to the floor and steps out of them. There’s no talking, no dialogue. No dirty talk, no kinky banter. His plain shirt joins the rest of the discarded clothing items and he stalks to you and lays you down on the hardwood floor of your kitchen.

It’s so heated, the surrounding energy, that it warms your skin in the otherwise cool air. Jungkook radiates so much it’s palpable. He presses his lips to yours and kisses you deeply, tongue immediately sliding inside as he’s desperate to taste himself on you, to solidify the notion you are his and he is inside you, both physically and metaphorically.

His hand runs down your body as you kiss and suck at each other's lips. It’s like kissing him for the first time all over again the way your body reacts. Your veins feel as if they’ve been dipped into lava, it boils through your entire body and threatens to melt your core. His fingers rub at your breasts for a moment. He’d ordinarily spend time on them, but tonight is different. Tonight there is one mission between the two of you, and that is to have him buried inside your tiny cunt as soon as he can.

The hand slips further. It caresses the smooth skin of your stomach and slowly sweeps down to your core where he feels the full extent of your love, of your arousal. You’re drenched and have been since you first spotted him with his hands deep in soapy water and his own lyrics belting out of his mouth. He doesn’t bother with foreplay—there’s no need tonight. He’s sure he’ll be able to slip inside you with ease. He allows a finger to run over your clit and gather up wetness there, before he drags it up and pulls away from your lips to lick your taste into his mouth. It’s only fair he has you inside as you do him.

The act has you gasping for air, lungs feeling as if you’re breathing underwater.

He lines his cock up easily, finding it as if it’s magnetized to point to the true north of your center.

His lips press against yours again as he pushes into you. The stretch burns, matching the burning of the blood and the heat on your skin. The feeling of him stretching you and filling you make you feel whole and complete. You love the way his head nudges at your cervix, the way it kisses the tip with each thrust.

Jungkook sighs happily as he sinks in to the hilt. You’re replying with your own assortment of moans and praises, kissing his lips hungrily as he starts movement between your hips. His pace is slow and gentle. He pulls out nearly all the way before he spears himself in again. He keeps his eyes on yours, watches the way your plump lips still covered in red lipstick opens and closes in awe and in fulfillment. You’re boring into his own gaze, attempting to convey just how right he feels, how you’ve never felt an intense love-making as the one you’re engaged in now on the hardwood of your kitchen.

You’re tight around him and he’s sure he’s close to the edge again. He feels your channel tighten with each thrust in and it encourages him to ever so gently increase his speed until the sound of skin slapping is timing out a pace like a metronome. He indulges in the feeling of your silken walls and the way it slicks up his cock and pulls him back in tight, desperately.

He lets a hand run back down you, meets your joined centers at the hood of your clit where he rubs circles around the nub. It hits you hard as he murmurs his love and affection for you. He whispers his devotion to you, to your body and soul, to your cunt. He tells you he never wants to pull out of you, wishes he could bury himself inside the wet heat of your pussy for eternity. He’s never felt like this before, and he lets you know with each thrust of his hips, each roll of your clit around his finger.

Your orgasm is approaching, you feel it not just in your core but nearly to your very bones. It’s slithering its way up and wraps around your body, threatening to take over at any moment's notice. You notice your words have run dry, that the sounds leaving you are as unintelligible as his and you realize you’re not so different. He’s fucking you stupid and you feel it.

“C-cumming!” You whine as your thighs tighten. He powers through and continues his motions.

“Cum for me,” he whispers. “Cum, my love. I love making you cum.”

He doesn’t want to be dirty, doesn’t want to make you think of whips or chains that are fun on other nights right now. He wants you to think of him. Only him and the way the simple act of him being inside you and loving you has you coming completely undone. You need no more, your body listens to Jungkook’s coaxing and releases you completely. It hits like a hurricane and makes your body shake. You feel wetness flooding your legs and if you were conscious enough, you’d recognize you’re quite literally squirting, but all you can feel is hot, white, deeply rooted pleasure that has you screaming and your body singing.

Jungkook loses it as you soak his cock. His body reacts to the knowledge he just made you squirt all over his dick from his slow and methodical pace, and he’s losing himself inside you. His cock pulses with the intensity of his orgasm, as if it hadn’t just been given one earlier that rocked him entirely. He pumps himself into you and stills as he feels himself finally stop filling you. He doesn’t leave, still desires the ability to remain inside you all day, every day.

He kisses you again. You’re panting and slick and wet and realizing now that you’ve just creamed yourself and your boyfriend on the floor of your kitchen, but when he kisses you, it doesn’t matter. You don’t care as he presses his chest into yours and kisses you so hard he forgets to breathe, forgets he needs anything at all other than you. His body reminds him of his mortality and he pulls away, cum slicked hand coming up to move your sweaty hair from your face.

There’s no talking. There isn’t a need. You exchange enough between each other with the passion in your eyes and the softness in your grasp.

He holds you like he’s afraid to lose you and he lays himself down on the floor beside you, cock still resting inside your warmth. He strokes his hand through your hair and down your back and over the hills and valleys of your curves. He sketches into your skin his love by the graze of his fingers and sucks your lips to his to embrace you fully. He loves you. You love him. You both have never felt a love like this, one that encompasses you completely and shelters you from anything else.

Jungkook, always unable to maintain a sense of decorum, idly thinks he should wash the dishes more often.

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The Tower: Family - 23

The Tower: Family An Avengers Fanfic

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Pairing: Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 1945

Warnings: Pregnancy, smut (MFF bisexual threesome, Vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, oral sex, electro stimulation, the use of wanda’s powers in a sexual way)

Synopsis: With new powers, Thor now living on Earth full time, a wedding to plan, and Natasha and Wanda expecting, a lot is changing for Elly and her large and rather unconventional family. When Elise’s parents try to reestablish connections, Elly questions what being a family actually means.

Chapter 24: The Photoshoot

The baby shower that had been strictly no gifts had ended up with a handful of gifts anyway. They were mostly clothes - though Sam’s sister bought a breast pump that she had sworn by, while Loki and Angela had brought protective totems from Asgard. There were a few plush or little wooden toys from people too. Rhodey had bought all the kids, starting from Riley and Pietro, Cat in the Hat t-shirts. Riley’s was labeled Thing One, Pietro’s Thing two, and then there were four tiny baby t-shirts labeled things three through six. Phil got a little bundle of onesies that had funny little round cat-like blobs on them and the slogan ‘I love all my mommies and daddies’.

The party was fun but exhausting and Wanda, Natasha, and I all ended up going to bed early that night and sleeping right through.

Afterward, Wanda was very excited about doing a pregnancy photoshoot. It wasn’t too hard to convince Natasha to in the end. Partially because the pregnancy had been going so well for her and she wanted to commemorate the time she finally got past everything the Red Room had done to her. But mostly it was just because she loved Wanda so much and she wanted her to have anything that made her happy.

We all headed out to the Avengers facility in upstate New York for the photos. It was surrounded by forest and by the river so that we could give Wanda the full Earth mother vibe that she’d been cultivating.

We had three ideas in mind. One was outside and two would be in the old house. We started with the tamest version. Wanda, Natasha, and I all put on long, flowing georgette gowns, our hair loose, with flower crowns. Wanda wore magenta with matching roses, Natasha - black with black orchids, dotted with red poppies, and I wore a sky blue with delphinium and sea holly.

We were going with a family shoot to start with so everyone else wore white linen. The kids both had baby’s breath threaded through their hair and were very excited to be out in the woods with the family and the dogs. We did photos of them kissing tummies. Of our whole group walking in a line through the woods with Wanda, Natasha, and I in the middle. All of us lying in the grass everyone cuddles up to the three pregnant women. Photos of hoards of hands on bellies. All the standard pictures you see when you think of pregnancy photoshoot in the woods only there was a gaggle of us.

When the kids seemed to grow bored of the photoshoot we all headed back to the house so Wanda, Natasha, and I could change and they could play with the toys they hadn’t seen for the last month since we’d been back.

Wanda, Natasha, and I changed into lace gowns the same colors as the others. These weren’t normal lace gowns though. They were strapless, and while the empire cut bodice was solid the skirt was completely transparent and opened right down the middle exposing our bellies. We paired the dresses with lace boyleg panties. Wanda wore black, Natasha red, and I wore white.

We stayed inside for these photos and posed in sexier and more intimate poses with each other. We would drape ourselves over couches and the bed. We cuddle up to each other and put our hands on each other’s exposed bellies. There were photos of us kissing and caressing each other.

Finally, we stripped down to our underwear for the last part of the shoot and hopped in a tub with milky white water together. The photographer decorated the outside of the tub with flowers and candles and floated flowers around us in the tub, so the three of us were all floating, with our heads on the edge and our bellies poking out of the water towards the middle, our legs tangled together in the water.

By the time we were done, I was pretty tired and hungry. We changed into sweats and ate with the others before the three of us went to take a nap.

I woke up to a shift of the bed beside me as the whole thing swayed. I opened my eyes as whoever had climbed into bed with us wrapped his arms around me and turned to see Thor. Natasha was already gone and Wanda had started to stir beside me.

“Good evening, my queen,” Thor said, kissing my neck. “I was sent to wake you up.”

“You gonna do it by getting me all worked up?” I complained, backing my ass against him.

“You’re always waking us with kisses and soft touches,” Thor said. “I was merely returning the favor.”

“You’re not an overly hormonal pregnant woman,” I huffed.

“No, that is true,” he chuckled. “I am a man though.”

I started giggling and Wanda moved closer to us. “What’s happening?”

“Dinner will be served shortly,” Thor explained. “I was sent to come and wake the both of you.”

“By getting me all turned on,” I pouted.

“I can tell,” Wanda teased. “Which isn’t helping me at all.”

“I am sure I can help both of you with your problem before the meal is served,” Thor said as his fingers traced over Wanda’s nipples. “Who would like to go first?”

“Elise,” Wanda said, quickly. “The two of you can bring me close before you touch me.”

“As you wish, my love,” Thor said, leaning over and kissing her deeply.

As the two of them kissed, Thor slipped his hand into my pants and began to slowly roll his hips against my back. I could feel his erection starting to press into me as he rutted against me, but he took his time, teasing my clit and kissing the side of my neck.

Wanda leaned forward and kissed me, her lips parted as they brushed over mine, and I followed her lead, bringing my tongue out to meet hers. I moaned softly into the kiss and ran my hand up into her hair. She hummed and shifted closer, our bellies touching against each other.

She pulled back and lifted my shirt over my head. As she did thor pushed my pants and panties down in one go. He shucked off his own clothes and pulled me tighter against him, so his erection sat against my asscrack. Each time he rolled his hips his shaft moved up and down the crevice.

His hand returned to my cunt as Wanda leaned down and pulled one of my nipples into her mouth. I mewled and tugged on her hair as my arousal started to seep from within me. Thor’s fingers worked my clit quickly and with practiced ease, sending shivers running through me and making my whole body vibrate in anticipation of more. A small spark danced off his fingertips, sparking against my clit. I gasped and came then and there with no warning, jerking between them as my cunt spasmed.

Thor chuckled. It was a deep booming sound that made me feel warm right to my core. “That was quick.”

“You cheated,” I teased playfully.

“I am sorry, let’s see if I can do this properly,” he laughed, and lined his cock up at my entrance.

“Don’t do anything to hurt the babies,” Wanda said, looking over my shoulder at Thor.

“My life,” Thor said. “I am a fertility god, I know what I’m doing.”

I started giggling but it was cut off by a gasp as Thor thrust into me. He didn’t allow any time for me to adjust, he just began to thrust into me from behind. Wanda resumed sucking on one breast and then the other. She was feeding off both mine and Thor’s pleasure, and as we began to moan with it, so did she.

She flicked her wrist and a small ball of pink light ran down my skin, between my legs, and began to vibrate against my already oversensitive clit. I mewled and jerked back between them, my legs trembling. One of my hands tightened in Wanda’s hair and I reached behind me and gripped Thor’s arm with the other, tethering myself to them both.

“Oh god,” I gasped, quivering between them. “Won’t last.”

“Whenever you want, Elise,” Thor rumbled as he continued to snap his hips into me.

I tried to relax, but my muscles spasmed and clenched. I dug my fingers into Thor’s arm and he wrapped his hand around my throat and tilted my head back to him, fiercely kissing me.

Things became hazy and I couldn’t focus on anything except the building pressure in my cunt and the tendrils of pleasure that spread out from my breasts. Wanda increased the buzz from her energy projection and moaned loudly as my cunt suddenly seized up. I cried out, breaking the kiss with Thor as I came hard, shuddering between them.

Thor slowed his pace, fucking me through my orgasm before slipping out of me and climbing over us both. He positioned himself behind Wanda so he was spooning her the way he did me, and cradled her carefully. I kissed my way down her body as helping Thor undress her as Thor rutted slowly against her. When we’d removed her shirt, I latched on to one of her breasts and sucked on her nipple, drawing a sharp gasp from her. Thor pushed her pants off and began to slide his cock up and down her soaked folds.

I kissed down lower, over her baby bump where the strings of light only I could see connected me to both her and the twins growing inside her, and down to her cunt. Thor adjusted her hips back and eased his cock inside her. She moaned softly and I lifted her leg and began to lap at the place where they joined and up over her clit.

“Oh!” She gasped and her hands tightened in the sheets.

“Are you okay, my beloved?” Thor asked.

“Oh yes, Thor,” she mewled.

He began to thrust and I sucked greedily on her clit. The flavor of her arousal filled my mouth as I lapped up her fluids. They were musky and sweet and heady in a way that almost made me drunk on her. Each flick of my tongue made her moan more loudly and she seemed to have trouble controlling her limbs. She gripped at the sheets pulling them free from the edge and she kicked out, her toes curling.

Her clit began to twitch under my tongue as her breathing became ragged and Thor’s hips started moving faster, stuttering as he came closer to his own release. I sucked Wanda’s clit into my mouth and flicked my tongue quickly back and forth over it and with a loud cry, Wanda came, her powers flaring out and engulfing us like an embrace.

Thor groaned and jerked up into her, releasing. I could feel the pulse of his cock at the base against my mouth as he filled her. Their fluids mixed together and leaked from Wanda down Thor’s shaft. I licked up the cocktail of their arousal greedily and climbed back up the bed as Thor slipped from Wanda.

“Now, now, my loves,” Thor scolded, sitting up. “We have to join the others for dinner. You can’t go back to sleep.”

“Just five more minutes,” I joked, cuddling up to Wanda, making her giggle.

Thor gave my butt a playful spank. “Come along. None of that.”

Wanda and I got up, laughing as Thor helped us get redressed and we headed down to join the rest of our family.

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But You pt 7 | Feysand

Modern AU. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 The smut continues! Honestly I get so carried away this could have been a one shot. You've been warned.

The gallery where Feyre's paintings hung was throwing an honest to goodness ball.

At first she had thought it was pretentious, but then Rhys had actually been excited. In sixteen-odd years of knowing Rhys, in her one year of living with him in their cosy little townhouse, she had never seen him excited for a social event. Not once.

So she brought out the black, backless dress she had impulsively bought for that one gala a couple of years back, and watched with endless amusement as Rhys primped and peacocked for over an hour in the bathroom. They were almost late. By the time got his hair and bowtie just so, Feyre was holding the door open and yelling to the taxi that they'd be right there. Rhys emerged in a haze of hair spray and cologne, took one look at her, and pushed it closed again.

"Feyre you looks absolutely delicious," he said, trapping Feyre against the door. His hands remained on the wood on either side of her face, and his bedroom eyes burned into her as they dragged down her body. Back up. Caught on her breasts, and then on her mouth.

"Rhys, we really do have to go," Feyre said. Rhys bent his elbows, pushed a thigh between her legs and ran his teeth over her throat. "We will," Rhys assured her. "In a minute."

His hands found the slit in her skirt and trailed up the inside of her bare leg. When he discovered she wasn't wearing any underwear, he froze on the spot. Then a feline grin spread over his face. "Wicked creature," he purred. "Pretending to be all business-like when secretly..." He stroked a finger over the centre of her, and her core clenched in response.

"I just didn't want a panty-line," she tried to explain, gasping as Rhys' hand moved. "No objections here," Rhys said, and ghosted his lips over hers. "I'm wearing make-up," Feyre protested weakly. "I just want one little taste," Rhys whispered. "You'll get lipstick on you." "I won't," Rhys argued, and then dropped to his knees and with no warning at all licked a stripe up between her legs. Sucked her clit into his mouth and tongue-kissed it until Feyre's legs started to give.

Then he stood again, straightened her skirts, and smoothed a hand over his hair.

"Well we'd better not keep the driver waiting any longer," he said smoothly, and held his arm out for Feyre to take. She gaped at him. "Come now, my dear, you can't be late when you're one of the artists."

She looped her arm though his, and let him walk her to the taxi in a daze. He held the door for her, and when he slid in next to her she said, "You're a bully, you know that?"

Rhys smirked. "Leave you wanting, did I?" "Started things you couldn't finish, more like," Feyre huffed. Rhys' eyes brightened. "I'll have you know that I can accomplish anything I set my mind to." He hugged her closer to him on the seat. Smoothed a hand down her leg, and found that slit in her dress. Stroked up the inside of her thigh.

"Of course, I don't intend to make this evening about myself," he said conversationally. While his fingers found her entrance.

"I more than anyone know how hard you've worked for this exhibition." The volume of her black skirts over the dark sleeve of his jacket meant the driver wouldn't be able to see anything if he happened to glance back. But Feyre blushed a deep scarlet anyway.

"I mean, you've always enjoyed a bit of exhibition, haven't you darling?" Rhys went on. His fingers dipped in just enough to feel the slickness there, and then slipped up toward her clit. "It's always important for an artist to be able to be in the public eye, I think."

He rubbed slow, wet circles over her clit, and Feyre's hands tightened on the seat.

"Of course, some prefer to labour in silence," Rhys said. "What do you think, Feyre? Could you work unnoticed? Can you stay quiet?" "I... um..." Feyre stammered. Rhys' fingers sped up. "Oh I know, so typical of artists to have difficult speaking about themselves. That's the paradox, isn't it?"

And then he plunged two fingers right up inside her. Feyre bit down hard on her lip to stop herself from crying out.

"Say driver," Rhys said casually. As he fucked her with his fingers. "How far away do you think we might be from the venue?"

The driver looked up at his rearview mirror, and Feyre forced her features into neutrality. Pretended to cough as the heel of Rhys' palm pressed against her clit.

"I think we're coming up on it now," the driver said. "Oh excellent," Rhys replied. And then sure enough, they were pulling over and Rhys was withdrawing his hand. Feyre whimpered and squeezed her now very empty thighs together.

Rhys got out of the cab and rounded the other side. Opened Feyre's door.

"Why Feyre, you look a little flushed. Are you feeling alright?"

Feyre just nodded, and let Rhys help her out of the taxi.

That cab ride more or less set the tone for the evening. Rhys stuck by her side like glue, and was always touching her some way or another. While they mingled and met patrons and other artists, Rhys kept a warm hand on her bare back and stroked over her skin. Nails on her spine. Finger tips above her tailbone.

When they sat down to listen to speeches, Rhys' hand sat on her knee, drawing circles there, never stilling. Every so often he'd lean over, and brush his lips over the curve of her ear.

Finally, the string quartet sat down and everyone was called to dance, and with no hesitation Rhys swept her up on her feet and into his arms. Where he held her tight enough against his body that she could feel the press of his erection in her abdomen.

"You are driving me absolutely insane," Rhys murmured. I'm driving you insane? Feyre wanted to say. Instead, she asked, "Where did you learn to dance?" "Brazil, probably, maybe, I don't know. I don't know anything right now except that I think I have to get you home immediately." "Rhys we just got here." "Yes yes, we came, we looked amazing, we can leave now, right?"

At that moment, a man whom Feyre recognised as one of the other exhibiting artists tapped Rhys on the shoulder.

"Excuse me," he said, with a beautiful smile. "May I cut in?" "No," Rhys said curtly, and whirled Feyre away, leaving her to mouth "Sorry," and give the man her most apologetic expression as he stood there looking shocked and a little confused.

"Well that was rude," Feyre scolded. "Do I look like I give a flying fuck?" Rhys asked. "When you are in that dress, no one else is touching you, not even to shake your hand. You are mine." "That's so funny," Feyre crooned. She shifted her hips against the hardness pushing into her belly, and watched with satisfaction as Rhys suppressed a shudder. "Here I thought you were mine."

Rhys hid his face in the crook of Feyre's neck. "Of course I am," he breathed. "Of course." "Well then," Feyre said, and stepped away. Rhys frowned and opened his mouth to protest, but Feyre took his hand and led him away. Out of the ballroom, down a corridor, and through a door that she had to open with a keycode.

"Where are we?" Rhys asked, looking around. Rows and rows of large, rectangular canvases lay on their sides. "The archives," Feyre said. "This is where they keep the artworks that aren't currently on display. I have the current code because I have a couple of paintings down here, but it changes every week."

Rhys looked back at her with half a crooked smile.

"And what are we doing here in the archives, Feyre darling?"

Feyre pushed him back against the wall, and when his back thudded audibly the grin stretched wide. "You're finishing what you started is what," Feyre snarled. "Yes ma'am," Rhys breathed, and turned them so their positions were reversed and it was Feyre backed up against the wall. Feyre leaned forward to kiss him, but Rhys pulled away.

"Careful dear," he said. "Wouldn't want to ruin your pretty lipstick."

He grabbed her hips and spun her around. Feyre's hands hit the wall, and Rhys pushed this thigh between her knees to widen them. He pulled her skirts open at the side slit, and put his fingers in his mouth before he slid them into her. Feyre groaned.

"Is this what you wanted?" Rhys asked. "Is this what you've been thinking about all evening?" But Feyre shook her head. "More," she gasped. "More?" Rhys echoed. He slid another finger into her, earning a second, louder moan. Pumped her already soaking pussy. "More," Feyre begged again, and this time Rhys unbuckled his belt and pushed himself into her.

Feyre's knees unlocked, even as she arched her back to get him in deeper. Rhys paused there for a moment, breathing hard, then pulled out and pushed in deeper. Did it one more time and he was seated to the hilt.

"Is that what you needed?" Rhys murmured. He stroked his hands over the bare skin of her back, his rough callouses raising goosebumps in their wake. Feyre smirked at the wall, and licked her lips.

"More," she said, and Rhys growled low in his throat as he gripped her hips in his hands and fucked her relentlessly from behind.

After a whole evening of teasing, it didn't take long for Feyre to come apart. She tried to keep it quiet, but Rhys pounded into her so hard that stars burst before her eyes and no part of her body was in her control. She just had to hope that they were far away enough from the crowd, and that the music was loud enough that the would go unnoticed. After all, she wasn't the only one with the keycode.

When Rhys' hand slid down in front of her to slide over her clit, Feyre's climax was a live thing between them. It burned through her, until she was leaning her hot face against the cool of the wall.

"God you're beautiful when you come," Rhys murmured. He had slowed down as Feyre's orgasm faded, but was now speeding up again, building toward his own release. Feyre let him, for about ten seconds. Then she pushed him away.

Rhys scrabbled to pull her in again. "Where are you going?" he grumbled. But Feyre just smoothed her skirts down and leaned back against the wall.

"You can't come in here Rhys," she said, with mocking concern in her eyes. "These are precious artworks and I am wearing a nice dress."

Rhys just opened and closed his mouth, his erection still sticking out of his open pants.

"Hurry now and put that away," she said with a glance down. "We're at a formal function for goodness' sakes." And with that, she swept toward the door, leaving Rhys to fumble with his button and trot helplessly after her.

"Gods," he muttered, as they made their way back into the main hall. "This why other people are never fucking worth it. Let's get out of here." He made to grab Feyre's hand, but she yanked it out of his reach.

"But Rhys darling, this is a very big event for me, there are still people I have to meet." Rhys groaned loudly and gnashed his teeth at her. She ignored this, and continued to torture him for a good fifteen more minutes before graciously agreeing to leave.

They made out in the taxi all the way home, Rhys tipped the driver generously in apology before Feyre dragged him in through the front door. They didn't make it to the bedroom. Feyre got about half way up the stairs before Rhys grabbed her ass, flipped her skirt up and started eating her out from behind.

Feyre dropped to her knees, hands on the steps in front of her, and was just starting to climax in his mouth when Rhys replaced his tongue with his cock and fucked her until his cum was running down the backs of her legs.

They collapsed there, until eventually Rhys went to fetch a towel to clean up and then carried Feyre up to bed. Carefully helped her out of her ridiculous dress and shoes, and even brought a wet towel for her makeup.

"You're the sweetest," Feyre said. "I might just have a shower before bed." "No," Rhys said, pulling her into his chest. He was now just in his boxer briefs. "Stay here with me." Feyre laughed. "I'll be right back." "Shower in the morning," Rhys insisted. His arms wouldn't budge.

So Feyre lay back down and loved the feeling of his nose nuzzling into the back of her neck.

"Let's not see other people for another month," Rhys said. "I hate everyone." "Everyone?" "But you."

Feyre grinned in the dark. "Good boy," she said.

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Fam let me tell you I almost ended it when Feyre walked out of that archive room but I figured I had tortured poor Rhysie long enough! That's the end of this one, thank you enormously to everyone who has read and reblogged. I don't hate any of you.

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A Million Nightmares and One Dream (Leon Kennedy x Reader)

RE2make!Leon Warning: Smut, Dry-humping, oral sex

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Have you ever had a nightmare? One that feels real? So real that you couldn’t figure out what was reality and what was not? Well, I have. I still am, actually.

It’s been two weeks since I’ve started running away from whatever the hell those things were. Two weeks trying to survive this hellhole of a place called Raccoon City, and two weeks praying that I would wake up from this nightmare...but I’m still not awake.

It made me question if I’m even asleep or not. Maybe I’m dead? Maybe I’m in another universe? Maybe my mind’s just going crazy? The answer I don’t know and I don’t think I’m going to get that answer anytime soon.

It’s never-ending. Whenever I close my eyes and open them again, I still see the same incubus in front of me: lifeless eyes that would stare back at me, pale and cold skin that would touch me every now and then, thick red liquid that would gush out from every part of their bodies, their growls that would destroy the eerie silence of the cold, dark night, their teeth digging into another person’s flesh as they mindlessly enjoy their gruesome meal, puddles and marks of blood that were scattered and smeared all over the city, the growing flames from vehicles that were crashed in every structure and fellow car, and the lack of light that made it a tad bit difficult to move around without being grabbed by any of those undead.

This had to be a nightmare, right? I had to be asleep. This isn’t possible...or is it?

It was hard running around, desperate to save my own life that’s at stake with barely anything to defend myself with. But despite that, there was this one thing, a person, perhaps, that came out of nowhere, just like those hellish monsters just roaming around, finding their next dinner, except this person wasn’t someone I was scared of, I was in love with him.

Leon Scott Kennedy, a rookie cop who was supposed to start his first day a week ago. He got a call from the police station to stay away from the city but his curiosity got the better of him and that curiosity got him involved in this nightmare.

During that shit-show we were in, we had been chased around by a fucking giant in a trench coat and fedora, met a woman who broke my heart by kissing the man I’ve caught feelings for and then betrayed us, almost got killed by a beast with a huge-ass eye on its right arm, and then we escaped the city using a train together with a little girl named Sherry and a college gal named Claire.

We found ourselves inside two hotel rooms with Claire and Sherry sharing one and Leon and I sharing the other. It felt kind of weird to me for some reason. I don’t know. Maybe it’s because I have feelings for and we’re literally in the same room. With one bed. We’re going to be sleeping next to each other!

Calm down, Y/N. You’re just going to sleep, nothing else.

It’s just...it doesn’t help that I’m in a tank top and underwear only with no pants or bra on while Leon was wearing a sweatpants with no shirt on and just went commando.

Get your shit together, Y/N! Tomorrow you’ll have a new set of clothes.

“Y/N?” Leon called mumbled my name beside me in a sleepy voice.

It’s been an hour I think since we got in bed and Leon immediately fell asleep in exhaustion as soon as his body flopped on the soft mattress while I didn’t...I couldn’t for some reason even though I’m very tired myself.

I turned my head around to look at the young man beside me who propped himself up before laying his upper body on my chest.

“What’s wrong?” He whispered in my ear, his hot breath fanning against my skin causing shivers to run down my spine and the little hairs on my neck to stand up. I let out a shaky sigh.

“Nothing. Just thinking”, I managed to breathe out after a few seconds of thinking about my response.

“About?”

You?

“Nothing you should be concerned about”, Leon lifted his head up and looked down at me with his eyebrows furrowed together.

“Now I’m more concerned”

“Leon”

“Y/N”, My E/C orbs began staring at his blue ones with the same intensity as the man on top of me, keeping myself from averting my gaze towards his plump lips that looked so soft.

Ada got lucky, huh?

Alas, my brain couldn’t take it anymore and just commanded my optics to shift my gaze towards his lips that were being moisturized by his saliva-covered tongue. I continued to stare at it for a few more seconds, admiring the art that I don’t know if I would be seeing again in front of me, before looking at Leon’s eyes again. They were half-lidded now, his orbs now focused on my own parted lips, just like what I did before.

Is he copying me?

Slowly, he began leaning down, his eyes still fixated on my mouth that began releasing more and more air as his head lowered itself more. My heartbeat was raising each millisecond and his hot breath was tickling my face.

Closer and closer...and then...

Our lips touched. It was like what I expected it to be: smooth and soft like a baby’s butt.

My hand found its way towards the nape of his neck before pulling him closer as I was enjoying the feeling of his lips moving against mine, his tongue dancing with my own in a smooth tango, and the sound of what we were doing bouncing off the walls surrounding us.

All of the horrors that’s been glued to our heads were gone in that moment. Vanished. Now we were in a dream, a dream we never wanted to escape from. A dream we wished was forever. But that’s impossible, just like how a nightmare always ends, and that’s why we made this dream the best we’ve ever had so far.

Leon pulled away and spread my legs before making himself comfortable in between them, his warms hands still planted on my knees.

“Is it okay if I do this?” Leon rolled his hips against mine, his cock that was covered by the slightly thick fabric of his sweatpants gliding smoothly against my my thin fabric-covered clit, the pleasing sensation causing me to close my eyes and bite my lip as a small gasp left my mouth. I nodded my head a few times until I heard Leon chuckle above me and roll his hips against mine again.

Leon leaned down again, not stopping his hip movements, before his lips flattened against my neck, lightly pressing kisses on every patch of skin that was exposed to him while my hands found its way on the back of his neck once more, this time, my fingers combed through his soft blonde hair and my hand lightly balled itself into a fist as his movements became faster and faster, causing a loud creaking sound to resonate throughout the small room as the bed below us began moving with Leon.

Leon groaned from above me, his lust-filled voice muffled by my skin as he proceeded to leave some love bites on my neck.

“I’m close, Y/N”

As soon as he said that, his actions grew quicker than before, his desperation to come undone flooding his head as he did so.

The pleased sounds coming from our mouths increased their volume with us not caring if there were other people hearing us from the other side of these thin walls. Leon’s groans became animalistic growls and my pitch became higher. My grip on Leon’s locks became tighter which only added to the hedonism he felt, the bittersweet sensation causing him to come fast and hard, his white fluids staining his grey pants.

When he noticed that I hadn’t come yet, he lowered himself down to where his head was peaking through the valley between my legs before looking at me softly.

“May I?”

I nodded my head as I bit my bottom lip that was bruise with all the kissing and biting we were doing, the anticipation rising as my thoughts scrambled inside my head, knowing what was bound to happen next.

Leon placed a sole kiss on the skin just above the brim of my underwear, his eyes still trained on me, before letting his teeth pin the thin cotton fabric between them and winked at me as he began sliding the material down my legs in an antagonizing pace.

“Leon”, I whispered sensually and hungrily, my tone reflecting on the need I was feeling.

Once the nether garments were off and were thrown out of the way, Leon shifted his focus towards the glistening wet lips just below my hips, his eyes slightly widened as he saw how wet I was but his astonished and amused look soon changed into something more lustful and concupiscent, his once blue orbs that were now mostly covered black indicating his own hunger.

The tip of his tongue finally touched my sensitive nub, my body jolting a little bit at the sudden action but nevertheless, it felt good, great even. He licked a long stripe from the bottom up until the tumescent pearl that’s been begging to be touched by the man between my legs.

My fingers found their way through Leon’s hair again, tugging it more and more as the sexual gratification grew more and more intense the closer I got to my high.

“Leon”

And now, it’s been nineteen years since that incident. Leon and I thought after escaping that hellhole that that was the end of it but nope. The government forced us to work for the USSTRATCOM and then after a few more years the new president recruited us to the new organization he found called the DSO and we’ve been sent to missions after missions involving B.O.W.s and the like.

The only good thing that happened throughout the years of fighting this bullshit was Leon and I got married! He proposed to me after finishing our mission in the Eastern Slav Republic and eventually got married a year later. Crazy, right? We didn’t have a kid though as we would only put him/her in danger but sex was still there, only had to take my pills regularly AND we actually adopted Sherry after getting out of Raccoon so that’s a plus.

“Hey, Chris!” Leon called the BSAA Silver Daggers’ captain’s name and watched as he turned his head around to face him.

“Yeah?”

“How long can we keep going on like this?”

“I don’t know. I never make plans that far ahead”, Chris replied as a soft smile tugged on his lips.

Leon just chuckled in response before looking at me and taking my hand, his fingers lacing with mine as he did so.

Yep. A million nightmares and one dream.

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Adoration

Harry thinks Y/n tastes like strawberries and Y/n thinks Harry is a pretty boy.

Summary: In which Harry keeps seeing Y/n, and can’t get her off his mind. And, it turns out Y/n has been thinking about Harry too.

Warnings: Smut, smut, oh and more smut

Word Count: 2.7k

A/n: I’m attempting to write a little something for every song on Fine Line, and well this is for Adore You. As always, kind critiques and criticism is appreciated! Much love xx.

The first time he saw her, he swore he had seen an angel that had fallen straight from the skies. And truly, it wasn’t Harry’s fault he couldn’t keep his wandering eyes off of her, she was enchanting. He licked his lips and wondered what her lips tasted like. Probably strawberries, he had decided. She looked sweet, and soft. Her skin seemed to glow under the lowlights of the restaurant, and he decided then she was one of the most gorgeous women he’d seen around this part of town.

He didn’t mean to stare for so long, just wanted to take in every part of her as he sipped his drink, that had turned lukewarm nearly half an hour ago. Had he really let a woman keep him watching for that long, it seemed he certainly had, but he was in no mood to complain. He’d watch her for the rest of the night if he didn’t have a foot of paperwork waiting for him on his desk back at the office.

But really, how could he complain about the way her dress kept riding up, everytime she sat back down at the table, showing a small part of her gorgeous legs to him. Or how every time she’d throw her head back laughing, at what he presumed to be a joke told by one of the men she had come here with, he could see straight down into her dress. He really didn’t mean to be a perv, truly, he was simply admiring, and that was no crime.

A breath was caught his throat when her eyes, for the first time that night, met his. She gave him a knowing look, she had felt his gaze on her for most of the night. And it wasn’t that Y/n was a cocky woman, but she knew she was attractive and obviously the watching man thought so too. Besides, she had gotten tired of the jokes being told by John, or maybe it was Josh, she honestly couldn’t remember, an hour ago. She was insanely bored, and there was absolutely no reason to sit there and be bored any longer, especially with the handsome stranger eyeballing her the way he was.

She excused herself from the table, telling John (or Josh) that she had better “get home,” something about being tired, but she wasn’t tired of anything except her date. Her long tan legs carried her straight to the bar where the mystery man sat.

“So is it like you to stare at women all night and not talk to ‘em,” her words had a certain kind of sass to them, and Harry decided then that he was fucked. He tried not to watch the way her red lips moved as she spoke, but it was obvious that didn’t go as planned when his pants got a little too tight for his liking.

Harry really hadn’t expected the beautiful woman to talk to him, hell he didn’t even think she’d noticed his gaze throughout the night. “Cat got your tongue, pretty boy,” he could practically hear the smirk in her voice, “asked you a question, didn’t I?” For the second time that night Harry knew he was completely, utterly, fucked.

Choosing not to let her think her words had any effect on him he quipped back, “‘S not everyday I get to see an angel in person.” He chewed on the inside of his lip softly, a nervous tick he had since he was no older than ten. He could hear her laugh, a real laugh, not a phony one she’d been using all night to please one man's ego. It made his heart skip a beat, something that didn’t happen very often.

“Well pretty boy, next time talk to me more,” with that she left Harry with a napkin with ‘Y/n’ and her number scribbled in messy cursive.

Harry had made a mental note to text the woman he now knew as Y/n.

The second time Harry saw her, he was shopping in one of the farmers markets downtown, looking for some fresh produce to bring back to his mom. Her hair was up in a messy ponytail, and her face was free of makeup, but god she still managed to look absolutely stunning.

Harry snuck glances at her as much as he could while inspecting the large oranges and lemons in one of the stands. His mother would like some lemons, always mentioning about baking a pie or something like that. He also knew she enjoyed fresh squeezed orange juice every morning with her breakfast. He got lost in his head a bit thinking about what all to get his sweet mother. However, he was caught off guard when he felt a small tap at his shoulders.

He heard a quiet hum when he turned his head, “Ah pretty boy, thought that was you, never gave me a call,” she snickered softly but he could’ve sworn he saw a little flash of hurt in her eyes, “it’s a shame really, was hoping to be able to call you somethin’ other than pretty boy the next time we met.”

How was he supposed to admit he got too riled up at the bar, watching the way her red lips moved, and had to rush home to tug one out, before he exploded in his pants sitting on that bar stool. Which unfortunately led to him completely forgetting about the napkin shoved in the pocket of his dress pants. Or how when he went to look for the folded paper he had already washed the pants and all traces of the beautiful girls number was gone.

“I accidentally washed my pants the next mornin’ forgot your number was in ‘em, been hopin’ I’d seen you around in town, ‘n well ‘ere we are,” he let out a nervous chuckle and waited for her to say something, anything. He didn’t mean to leave her wondering if he’d ever give her a call, but he knew she’d probably felt a little let down when he didn’t.

She nodded her head suspiciously, and although she didn’t know the man standing in front of her, she felt as though he wouldn’t lie about something as silly as losing her number. Maybe it was because of his kind eyes, or maybe because he was entirely way too good looking to not give a second chance to.

Harry nearly choked on his own spit when she grabbed his unlocked phone out of his hand, he had been texting his mum asking her what kind of apples she liked, and went straight to his contacts. He watched her delicate hands type in her name, Y/n, and a little red heart beside it. “Won’t have an excuse now…” she looked at him, “Harry, m’ names “arry” he said quickly. “Harry. A pretty name for a pretty boy. Well I ought to run, text me… pretty boy,” and with a wink she was off.

Harry did text her that night, actually as soon as he had left his mother’s house. He didn’t mean to seem too desperate, but she was so memorizing and he’d be damned if he messed this opportunity up.

‘Hi, this is Harry’

‘Pretty boy decided to finally text me, what a relief ;)’

Harry tried to keep the smirk from forming on his lips, but Y/n was sassy and he couldn’t help it. Harry and Y/n texted every day for the next two weeks and he when he started to think he had her figured out, she’d throw him for a loop. She was a dance instructor at a studio down the road from his apartments, and taught the children everyday after she got off work. During the day she was a secretary for the local highschool. She lived alone, actually in an apartment complex about a block away from Harry’s, with her two cats Asher and Benji. Harry liked cats, and Harry really liked Y/n.

The third time Harry saw her was in a small bistro on the outskirts of town, he had asked Y/n on a date, and luckily she had agreed. She managed to take his breath away and cause the butterflies in his stomach to awake every time he laid eyes on her. Her hair was braided down her back and her makeup looked beautiful, it wasn’t quite as heavy as the night when he first met her but she managed to look just as stunning.

He had ordered wine for the two of them to sip on throughout the night, and they had managed to drink nearly an entire bottle, but he couldn’t be happier. She had worn a low cut dress and he couldn’t help but take glances every now and again down at the tops of her breast. Maybe it was the alcohol that gave him the courage to say what was on his mind, or maybe he had decided that he really, really, wanted to see Y/n without being covered by so much clothing. “Come back to mine,” his words practically laced with want.

Y/n had decided the moment she walked in, and saw Harry looking as mouth watering as ever, that she would have her way with him. However, she wasn’t expecting him to be so brash about it, but to be fair she kind of liked how assertive he was about the entire situation. That and she couldn’t ignore the dull ache between her legs much longer. She’d gotten tired of watching Harry’s tongue swipe over the bottom of his lip, and wanted him to kiss her until her mouth was raw and sore.

It didn’t take long for Harry to ask for the check, pay, and lead Y/n to her car. “Jus’ follow me pet, ‘s not very far from here,” his words were connecting together a bit, but Y/n could hear him loud and clear. Harry walked back to his car and took off, Y/n following not far behind him.

Within a matter of minutes, the pair had somehow made it into Harry’s apartment and into his room, which was a shock considering they could hardly keep their hands from grabbing at one another’s clothes. Harry pressed his lips firmly to hers, kissing her with all he had, smirking when she let out a soft moan. He was sure he’d be gone for if she kept making noises that sounded that sweet.

She fisted at his shirt, wanting nothing more to run her needy hands all over his toned body, and it wasn’t long before the two of them had stripped down to nothing but their underwear. Harry watched as Y/n sunk down to her knees, but he gently pulled her back up on her feet. “Maybe, another time pet, not tonight, jus’ wanna feel ya.”

Don’t get him wrong he would’ve loved to see her mouth stuffed with his throbbing prick but at the rate they were going, he was sure he’d let go before even getting to feel her, and that was not a risk he was willing to take. He wasted no time peeling the little bit of clothing left on her body off, and stared in amazement.

Believe him, he had pictured her naked before, leaning against his bathroom countertop letting his hand bring him closer to the edge, after receiving a more revealing picture from her. But, nothing, not even a picture where he could see her budding nipples straight through her t-shirt, could’ve prepared him for the way Y/n looked completely undressed beneath him.

“Oh, fuck me,” he groaned at the sight of her. He let his hands wonder trying to feel every part of her all at once, he never wanted this to end, but the way he could feel his dick twitch in between his legs, let him know this would be ending far sooner than he’d ever want it to.

Y/n had every intention of fucking Harry until they both saw stars, she wanted to make him feel things he had never felt before, she was going to give him a wild ride. Literally. “Oh trust me, I will.”

Harry shuffled to his nightstand and reached for a condom, when he finally found it he slipped over his, very sensitive, head and onto himself. Making his way back over to the sprawled out girl laid out on his silk sheets he let out the breath he had been holding in for what seemed like forever. He could see the glint of her arousal in the soft moonlight, he could feel his mouth water.

Harry knew he wouldn’t last long, but by the looks of it, Y/n wouldn’t last very long either. And, as much as he was dying to just push right into her and hear her chant his name, she looked entirely too pretty to not have a little taste.

He let his tongue slip past her wet folds, he couldn’t help but let out a whimper of his own, she tasted like strawberries. “Fuck, pet taste s’ good, think I migh’ cum jus’ eating your pretty little pussy.” He could hear her breathy moans above him, and was hyper-aware of the way her fingers tugged on his curly locks. “‘arry please baby… jus’ fuck me” she moaned softly as he continued to lap at her clit.

He smirked against her and finally looked her in the eyes for the first time since putting his head between her thighs, “Wha’ is my pretty girl jus’ begging for me to fuck her, how sweet” he pulled himself up and laid his hands on either side of her face, “guess I can’t tell ‘er no then, can I?”

He watched, with a grin plastered on his face, as Y/n shook her head. Harry felt as though someone had stolen the air straight from his lungs as he slipped himself in between her soaked lips, she felt amazing. ‘F-Fuck petal, you’re so tight,” he gasped and tried to stay as still as possible after pushing all the way in, filling Y/n up to the brim. He held her hips in place trying his best to keep her staying still, he was sure if she moved on him he would be done.

After breathing and letting himself calm down from the feeling of her tight walls clenching around his hard member, he began to rock his hips softly. He tried to make it gentle until he heard, “Faster, please, ‘arry please,” fall from Y/n swollen lips.

With the permission to move faster, Harry began moving his hips faster against her. All that could be heard was the sound of skin slapping, the moans from Y/n and the groans from him. “‘M gonna cum button, gonna cum, you think you could fo’ me?” Harry’s request was all Y/n needed to release around his cock. Her mind racing and her eyes practically seeing stars.

The feeling of her tight walls clenching around him, was all Harry needed to thrust a few more times inside her, and fill the latex covering him. The pants of Y/n brought him back to reality, and he kissed her lips softly. He could her her wince slightly as he pulled himself out of her. “‘M sorry, I know you’re still sensitive down there, but I can’t stay inside ya all night, even though I’d love too,” he winked at her getting a small giggle in return.

Y/n watched Harry pull the, now filled, condom off and clean himself off. Even though she had just felt him in between her thighs she couldn’t help but want him again. Harry eyed her knowingly, “Wha’ cha’ looking at, pet,” he tried to hide the smirk trying to make its way on his face.

“Uh, n-nothin’” she tried to lie, her voice failing her. Harry spread her legs gently with his hands and looked at her, already wet again, center, he smacked his tongue at her, “No need to lie baby, if ya’ wan’ me to fuck ya again jus’ ask.”

That’s when Y/n knew she was in for a long night, and when she decided she adored Harry.

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punkrock-writer · 4 years

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Space Cowboy- part 5

Never Fight a Man With a Perm

Pairing- Din Djarin x F!OC

Warnings- Swearing, Mentions Blood, Canon Typical Violence. The Gang from Chapter 6 are dicks.

A/N- Howdy!! I’m so sorry this took so long to come out. I had a bad case of brain rot this past week and did not want to type, but it’s here and I hope ya’ll like it! I’m kind of nervous about this chapter because this was the situation that inspired the entire story, so please let me know what you think!

I’m going to try to have the next chapter out quicker! Put who knows, I got worms in my brain!

Masterlist AO3

After almost taking another roll around the ship — thanks to Din's lack of a warning — Sedona was now aware of what hyperspace felt like. It was actually rather calm, quiet, and still. She wished she could see it, but she didn't really know if she should attempt to enter the cockpit. Instead, turning to face her bags, she figured it was a good time to get some real clothes on. The child cooed sadly when she set him down in the sleeping compartment, and though she hated to, she ignored him and knelt by her suitcase. Searching for something somewhat warm through the clothes that were packed for Florida was proving difficult. She settled on black leggings, an old grey Ron Jon Surf Shop hoodie, and a pair of soft crew socks. A sports bra and a fresh pair of underwear completed the 'look' and she gathered her things and headed to the shower room.

Not before quickly turning back and grabbing her deodorant, because, yuck.

With a deep breath, she decided it was finally time to look at herself.

Nothing was exciting or truly different to note about the person reflected back to her in the foggy mirror. It was the same girl, blue eyes, short brown hair, but now there was a brand new massive bruise on her left temple. Her dark circles were deeper, and her eyes were tired. But other than the wound there was nothing new. She discarded her pajamas, and slipped into the clean clothes, she never thought it would feel this good to be fully covered. Her arms all the way to her toes now concealed in comfortable fabric, and she was grateful. She quickly put her hair into a folded bun, and set to her second task, putting that extra bacta patch on her head.

Peli made it look much easier. Whatever it was, was slimy and hard to get a grip on, but once it was placed, it stuck. So now she had a slightly lopsided, oversized band-aid on her head. And she knew it was going to hurt like a bitch to yank out of her hair. Taking one last look in the mirror, she sighed.

Honestly, she looked like she was about to go take a plane trip back home, and it tugged her heart a little bit.

Shaking her head she picked her things back up and opened the door to exit into the hull. A shiny helmet of beskar startled her, he must've just jumped down from the cockpit, as he was facing her through the ladder. She tried not to think too much about the way he stared for a bit too long, most likely just assessing her change in appearance. Before she could say anything he turned sharply, stepping over to where the child pouted in the sleeping compartment. She scooted by them, heading to put her things back in her bag. And when she straightened up to see what he was doing, he was already halfway up the ladder, taking the child with him.

Sedona tried not to dwell on it too much, it's not like he knew her, he barely even trusted her. He didn't owe her any more kindness than he was already giving her. But it really didn't help when she felt like she knew him. She needed to get that idea out of her head, she didn't know jack shit about what went through his head. Seeing someone on screen is so much different than actually being around them, and Sedona had to make sure she didn't get too comfortable too fast— she couldn't afford any slip-ups. So for now she would take it slow, tiptoe around the Crest, and do what she needed to do when called.

In pursuit of being quiet, she decided now might be a good time to check her phone. She settled herself in the sleeping compartment, purse in her lap, and plucked it from the bag. The time read 10:34 am, and obviously, there was no way of telling if that was right. Her calendar read two days since she had been ripped from her hotel room, and she was pretty sure that would be reliable. As long as she had some way of knowing how long she'd been here, she could keep herself grounded.

It didn't even cross her mind that she should try to find some way to get back home.

Sedona dozed off after a while, curled around her purse in the sleeping compartment. Her circadian rhythm was thrown off, or maybe it was like some kind of space-sickness. She was just tired, and she didn't know what else to do. The plot was getting scrambled in her head, and until Din jogged her mind in some way, she wasn't going to risk getting a headache thinking about it.

So she slept, the soft hum of hyperspace lulling her into relaxation, no matter how uncomfortable the bed was.

~o~o~o~

That was how Din found her a few hours later. Curled like a lothcat around one of her smaller bags. The child gurgled in happiness at the sight of her— he was the reason they were down there, wailing incessantly at the ladder. He didn't understand why he liked her so much, but if he trusted anyone, it was the child. So he set him down next to her knees, a position they had just recently been in. The child began climbing up her legs, and Din could only look on in amusement as she grumbled something incoherent.

The toddler reached his intended destination, her shoulder, and began to tap his tiny hands on her cheek. Din couldn't stop a small smile from breaking his features, thankful for the helmet once again. Her eyes popped open, panic clear on her features as she turned to look at what was tapping her face, and a smile overtook her.

"Hey little guy, how'd you get up there." Din pretended not to notice the roughness of her voice or the sleepy smile that turned to face him. "Oh I see now, you had an accomplice."

She slowly sat up, taking care to hold the child steady. She folded her legs in front of her, setting him in her lap. The child smiled up at him, and before he could stop himself, a gloved hand reached out and stroked his ear. Din wasn't used to showing affection in front of others, especially people he didn't fully trust. But the atmosphere was so relaxed, and it seems his body reacted before his mind could stop it.

"Did we stop somewhere?" Her quiet voice broke him out of his trance, his head snapped back up to meet hers. She looked worried, her eyes searched the helmet, and her teeth caught her bottom lip. Din told himself he was just observing a possible threat, analyzing her tells.

Subconsciously, that was a different story.

"No," he paused to clear his throat when it came out in a whisper. "I've picked up a job, I'm changing our course, and we'll be there in an hour... I just—" well Din didn't really know why exactly he felt the need to warn her. "I just wanted to know if you had... anything to tell me." Right, just trying to get information. Her eyes seemed to light up in recognition, her brow furrowed in concentration.

"Who- or what is the job exactly." She looked confused still, her eyes zoned in on something in the distance, deep in thought.

"It's with an old... acquaintance of mine." His voice was rougher than he intended, still not really enjoying the idea of the job. But by the way her eyes darkened, he knew it was probably going to be a big mistake.

~o~o~o~

Sedona's mind instantly hooked onto the information and dragged it from the depths of the scramble. This situation, she knew well. This episode, she had watched, many times. For the plot... not for the way the red lights danced off beskar or the amazingly hot fight scenes.

No for the plot.

She knew what she needed to do.

"They betray you, they're going to try and shove you in a cell and leave you there... and a droid tries to shoot the baby— and they're all massive dicks, every one of them." Okay. That sounded crazy, she didn't mean for everything to tumble out like that. According to the way Din suddenly stood straight and alert, she probably didn't say the right things. "Wait... but you get out of it, no one gets hurt— except for the assholes— but they deserved it a-and you get money."

He just stood there, still as a rock. She couldn't imagine how all of that sounded to him. He probably didn't even know what the mission was supposed to be, and she had already informed him it was doomed from the start.

Yeah, I gotta work on the info delivery.

He let out a long sigh. His fingers twitched at his side, he probably would've rubbed his forehead in frustration if he could. She could feel herself shrinking in the silence, she unconsciously held onto the baby in her lap a little tighter. He cooed at her, seemingly sensing her anxiety. His little 3 clawed hands tapped at hers that held his waist.

"Well... like I said, an hour." He then turned and quickly made his way to the ladder. Climbing into the cockpit in almost record time. Sedona let a long sigh escape her, bringing one hand up to rub her eyes. She wasn't tired anymore, anxiety had squandered that quickly.

She had to either, A. Figure out some way to keep Din from being tricked and captured. Or B. Make sure Grogu doesn't alert the droid of his presence. For some reason, the situation felt wrong. She knew this mission was on course to go sour, but there was a bad feeling whispering at the edges of her mind.

Everything was feeling super, extra, bad and it was making her stomach hurt.

Or maybe she was just fucking starving.

Sedona realized she had never eaten the 'bar' Peli had given her. And an all-liquid diet the day before probably wasn't helping her whole, situation. Moving the child from her lap, she placed her feet on the ground. Thankful for her socks as the cold of the metal seeped through the fabric. She walked over to her suitcase— not really remembering where she had put the food— the entire evening leading up to her fight with Toro was a blur. When she didn't find it in her purse, she searched through her suitcase. Her hands touched the foil wrapping, and suddenly there was another presence at her side.

The little green gremlin was a bloodhound for food, it was like he read her mind and teleported to her. Letting out an excited squeal when she brought the bar into view, Sedona couldn't help but laugh with him. Sitting cross-legged in front of her suitcase she invited him to sit with her. And with more adorable grunts and snorts he sat down in between her legs, eyes never leaving the bar.

"Okay we can share, but don't tell your dad" she whispered, he made a soft coo in response. The bar looked like someone had put a granola bar through a grinder, and then reformed it back into a bar. Not exactly the most appetizing thing, but food was food, and the little guy seemed excited. She broke off a small piece— yes she had witnessed the child swallow a frog whole— but he was so little in front of her, so she went by baby rules and gave him something small. He grabbed it in his little hands, and then she broke off a piece for herself.

It was dry, and tasted kind of like a protein bar, but not at all like a protein bar. It was just different, but with the way the child inhaled it, she knew it was probably worth eating. They carried on like this till it was gone, Grogu munching happily, not minding the crumbs that fell into his lap. She was able to choke it down with the assistance of the water bottle that still sat in her purse. But eating didn't seem to help the way her stomach twisted in worry. When she wasn't distracting herself by watching the child, her mind wandered dangerously.

She couldn't tell if the walls her mind had put up the moment she dropped on the Crest were finally crumbling. Or if something was actually wrong. Her head was starting to hurt again, and now with a stomach ache, she felt like she was starting to break down. She needed another distraction.

Crumbling up the wrapper she turned to her suitcase. The child babbled a little, probably wondering if she had more food. Instead, she was just looking for anything; she moved through everything in the bag, toiletries, bras, a journal. And then she felt something solid. Her boots! She had honestly figured she didn't have any shoes here. Those had been the first thing to come out of her suitcase when she got to her hotel. But now, pulling her work boots from the depths, it was the first time she had actually been excited to see them. They were beat up hiking boots, with the perfect amount of ankle support and non-slip bottom to make it in space.

"Well, are you gonna let me put these on or what?" She said to the child in her lap, he tilted his head with a coo. She slowly started to straighten her legs, he made a squeal and then started to wiggle away from her. She laughed, helping him get off her lap and setting him to the side. He grunted, loudly, instantly very mad at her. She chuckled again, trying not to notice the way her hands shook as she began to lace up her boots.

Grogu toddled over to the ladder, reaching his arms up toward the cockpit. She couldn't help the smile, she finished tying her boots, standing, and headed over to the child. He was hanging from the 3rd rung of the ladder, obviously getting his speed from his father, she was able to catch him just as his 3 fingers slid off the metal. She rose and looked up with anticipation, obviously he wanted to go up there, and that meant she would have to... talk to Din.

She swallowed, but the baby in her arms let out an impatient squeal, reaching his arms up. She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

"Um... D-Mando" she called, catching herself on the name quickly. "G-The kid wants to come up, i-is it alright if I bring him up." She hated the way she was stumbling through this, it shouldn't be that difficult to ask, but she almost shaking in fear at the prospect of being dropped off on the next planet. Her subconscious was telling her the Din she knew wouldn't do that, but this wasn't the Din she 'knew', this was a stranger. God, why did this have to be so complicated?

There was a long daunting pause. "Just don't touch anything." She let out a sigh of relief, and quickly attempted the climb to the cockpit. Proving to be much trickier with one hand. Her head breached the hole, and in front of her was something amazing. The cockpit of the Razor Crest lit up with the blue streaks of hyperspace. She stopped, awestruck at all of the buttons and levers, all of the details laid out before her. She didn't even notice the child wiggling out of her grasp.

It was beautiful, but also so terrifying. She watched the expanse of space whiz by, something her mind could've never been able to comprehend. And as she stared, she didn't notice when the pilot's chair slowly turned.

"You can come inside." She jumped at his voice, eyes meeting the helmet she didn't know was facing her. She quickly shut her mouth, just now realizing Grogu had made his way to Din's lap. Slowly, she finished the climb up the ladder and found herself at the door to the cockpit. Tentatively she stepped inside, eyes still wide in wonder, and made her way to the chair behind Din's left shoulder. He turned back to the controls, or more back to making sure the child didn't touch anything. She sat down slowly, still not entirely certain this was all real.

Swirling blue was constantly moving above and before her, it was mesmerizing, she felt herself getting lost in it. She could probably look at it for the rest of her life. It was the perfect distraction. Or until someone broke her from her daze, but she didn't expect that to happen anytime soon. Instead, she sat quietly, trying to take up as little space in the room as she could. Her thoughts were pushed to the back of her mind, she was allowed this brief moment of peace.

Sedona had held it together surprisingly well, though it was more likely she was in shock. Numb is what she would call it, seeing everything moving around her, but she didn't really feel it. A mild form of disassociation is probably what a therapist would tell her, her body was in survival mode while her brain just followed, screaming from the shadows. But at this current moment, her mind was quiet, the rolling blue was enough.

Comfortable silence, the baby sleeping, his snores being the only thing breaking through the hum of hyperspace. The pair sat quietly for what seemed to be a long time. It was the first moments of calm both had experienced at the same time, hopefully, it wouldn't be the last. In the past, the silence would have irked her, gnawed at her stomach. She probably would've started a conversation with anyone in the room. But now, it felt okay, her mind felt at ease for the first time since she'd got here. She ignored the voice that whispered, maybe it's him.

A sudden beeping broke through the serene atmosphere, Sedona jumped, while Din only moved his helmet. His hands reached out to flick some switches and punch some buttons.

She secretly wished she might be able to figure out what it all meant, but she wasn't going to get her hopes up.

"We're dropping out of hyperspace, hold on." It was an off-hand comment she realized because she didn't even have time to straighten in her spine when the ship seemed to lurch forward. Her hands flew to her sides, gripping the seat quickly. With the sudden movement, all of her anxieties flew into her throat. And as another giant space ship came into view, another emotion came forward.

Rage.

"Oh, those fuckers." The words were growled out before she even knew her mouth was open. Her eyes widening in surprise as a T-shaped visor snapped to face her. She could only shrug in response, it was the truth. Deep down, she was glad to know her shock-induced state hadn't taken everything from her, she could still talk some smack.

That was going to cause problems.

"You're staying on the ship, with the child." He had turned back to the controls, grasping the handles with gloved hands. The child in question had just woken up, cooing curiously at the scene change. "Make sure he doesn't cause any trouble, or whatever you said happens." She heard him and understood. But she was focused on trying to figure out how the hell she was going to hold her tongue when she knew what was about to happen. Din seemed to notice her unease, his helmet shifted slightly toward her, most likely confused by the white-knuckle grip she still had on the seat.

"You're going to have to gag me." The realization came suddenly, it was the only way, she did not trust herself to keep quiet. Din fully spun to face her now, even without seeing his face she could tell he was surprised and mad. She aimed for his eyes beneath the black visor, "It's the only way to shut me up." He let out a long sigh, that ended more in a frustrated growl.

"Are you serious?" His voice was sharp, serious disbelief. She nodded, it was ridiculous she knew, but with all the choice words swirling in her head, and the way she didn't have full control of herself, it really was the only way. With another growl-sigh he leaned down, ripping off a strip of material from his cape, and handed it to her, then he more or less shoved the child in her lap. "Just go— take him to the sleeping compartment, and... do it yourself."

She stood and left quickly, not wanting to anger him further. She staggered her way down the ladder, Grogu laughing at her struggles. She was panicking, her eyes darted over everything quickly, setting the child in the compartment she went over to her things. She zipped her suitcase closed, then hooked the handle to one of the nets that hung on the wall, hoping that would keep it out of way. Then with her purse, she made her way over to Grogu and climbed in after him. He babbled excitedly, not picking up on the frazzled emotions that were rolling off her in waves.

"We are going to have a totally chill time in here." She said to the child, though it was also mostly to herself. She adjusted till her back was against the wall, and allowed Grogu to clamber onto her lap. "It's gonna be totally cool and nothing bad is going to happen, alright?" Her voice had risen multiple octaves, and it seemed the gremlin had finally caught on to her panic. He tilted his head at her, making a much smaller, almost sadder sound. She instantly felt bad; making shushing noises, she rubbed his little back as he pouted up at her. The ship started to wobble, Din was maneuvering it into the bigger space ship, she held onto the little creature. And with a big thump, they were stopped.

Sedona let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. Grogu's ears seemed to perk up at that, he settled down onto her lap. Listening carefully to the noises above her, she could hear Din moving around before steps began to descend on the ladder. He paused in front of the compartment, carefully observing the situation. Sedona could only stare back, doing her best not to let him know how scared she was, but he probably had a fear sensor on his helmet. Before he could turn away her voice betrayed her again.

"Di-Mando... could I have a weapon." It was a whisper, she was doing the best she could to hold herself together. But this was becoming more and more real by the second. He stared at her for much longer than she wanted, even Grogu made a small whine at the atmosphere. Then his hand moved to his wrist, tapping something, and a compartment opened adjacent to the one she was in. She peaked around the corner, eyes widening at all of the weapons laid out. And she almost laughed at the sight of her pink taser, placed there among all of the space gadgets. He grabbed that, setting it in front of her.

Without a word, he turned, fingers working at his wrist again. Almost simultaneously, the weapons doors and the door to her compartment shut. While the side ship door opened. She and Grogu were alone in the dimly lit compartment. He turned to look at her, head tilting in confusion. And she could only shrug in response.

There was silence on the ship for what felt like hours. Sedona and Grogu sat quietly, only the child breaking the silence with his babbles. She would shush him quickly; not really knowing when the crew would be joining the ship, and she didn't want their cover blown sooner than it needed to be. When his fussing became a bit more persistent, she gave him her keys that were still tucked in her purse. His big eyes widened further, entranced by the shiny metal and jingles.

Because how else do you calm a baby you don't know what to do with, you give it your keys. Fuck.

A heavy sigh passed through her as she leaned her head back against the wall. She's trying desperately to keep her emotions under control, obviously, Grogu could sense them, so if she was calm, he was calm. And that was most important right now. Her mind was constantly on edge, just waiting for something to happen. She didn't want to tie her mouth yet, fearing it would startle the child. Instead, she chewed on her lip, distracted by the soft tinkling of her keys.

The wait was soon over.

Metallic footsteps were making their way up the ramp. Thinking fast she tied the strip of fabric around her mouth, then held the child close. He cooed, moving his head up to face her before his ears flicked up in surprise. She tried to give him a smile.

It definitely looked absolutely horrifying.

His little features contorted into a frown, and a whimper was heard before the footsteps on the ship drew closer. They both snapped their heads to stare at the unmoving compartment door. Ears perked, listening closely as she heard someone ascend to the cockpit. There were noises outside of the ship, people were gathering, she felt her heart rate increase sharply. She squeezed them further into the corner of the compartment. The mattress creaked so loudly in the silence, but thankfully the noises coming from above them seemed to drown it out.

Her brain had ceased its flow of information. She wasn't sure who entered the ship first, it could be Din for all she knew. But she knew there were about to be a lot more people, and then shit was going to go down. Her mouth had gone dry thanks to the fabric, and the child had started to whine. She tried to shush him, but it came out more in weird hissing sounds. His eyes bugged out as he looked at her in fear, pushing his arms against her chest. She moved to set him down behind her, pretending her heart didn't break at the sight. She maneuvered herself more to the front of the compartment, leaving the keys behind for him.

She almost didn't notice the grumbling that followed the metallic clink of someone leaving the ship. The person was complaining, aggressively, but the voice was definitely not human.

Of course. That shitty droid.

The one emotion that had been hardest to keep at bay was rising up again. It coiled in her throat, sharpening her tongue with nasty thoughts. She hated this group, and all the shit they say to Din and the violent betrayal. She didn't know how she was going to be able to handle it if it happens right in front of her— the fabric in her mouth was going to be her saving grace. She really did not want to risk making this even worse for Din than it already would be.

And sure, she knows they get their due karma in the end. But the nagging pit in her stomach, the feeling of wrong, was eating her alive. She reached for the taser that sat at the front of the compartment and maneuvered her back to Grogu. If that compartment opens, she was going to fight like hell.

And that's how she waited.

And waited.

Back turned to the child as he jangled her keys around. She waited as voices crept closer to the Crest. As someone made their way up the ramp, then another. Until something was set down with a heavy thump, and a murmur of voices filled the hull. No one was really saying anything of importance, just fighting about who got to sit where. Sedona turned her head back to the child, who was now also listening attentively. His ears perked, owlish eyes met hers, the keys now forgotten in his little hands. He made a small 'ooo' sound and pointed to the compartment door, and she shrugged, holding her finger up to her mouth in a shushing motion.

Then there was the sound of the hatch closing, her head snapped back to the door. Trying to picture the scene behind the metal. She heard someone climbing the ladder, and then there was more grumbling. It wasn't long after, the ship began to move, she braced her hands behind her back as the compartment rocked. She looked back at the child, who was now back to jangling the keys around, she tried not to cringe at the sound, hoping they couldn't hear it.

She couldn't help thinking how insane this was. She was sitting in a space ship with a little green alien, gagged, and listening to other aliens argue. Her breath had started to quicken, and she could feel her pulse thumping in her neck.

This is so fucked up. What the hell am I even doing here. I'm going crazy-

Her spiraling thoughts were cut off when she felt a small hand on her back. She turned, blinking away a tear that had formed in her eye. Grogu made a tiny coo, his eyes wide. She instantly felt bad, he could sense her distress and it was making him feel bad. But she almost let out a sob when the little creature leaned forward, setting both his arms on her back in a tiny hug. A strangled noise tore through her throat, lifting one of her hands to pat his wrinkled little head. He made a snorting noise, one of the cutest things in the world, before plopping down and playing with the keys again. The interaction so small, but it had immediately calmed her down.

God, I can see why everyone loves this little shit.

She felt the atmosphere speed up, and the telltale feeling of hyperspace overtook the ship. A sound she recognized made her snap her head back to the door. The weapons hold adjacent to the sleeping compartment was open. She hadn't even heard their earlier conversations, too entranced by the little guy. She couldn't remember who had opened the door, but from the grumbling, it sounded like the one she hated most. Everything was happening much faster, but it felt as if time had slowed. She distantly registered the thump of someone jumping down the ladder, then the doors closing, and someone immediately hitting them.

"Hey, hey, hey. Okay. Okay. Okay, I get it. I'm a little particular about my personal space too." That voice, God she knew that voice. Her blood boiled as she listened further. "So let's just do this job. We get in, we get out, and you don't have to see our faces anymore."

How ironic, she almost rolled her eyes.

"Someone tell me why we even need a Mandalorian." The voice was much closer than she wanted it to be.

"Well, apparently they're the greatest warriors in the galaxy." There was a pause, Sedona gritted her teeth around the cloth. "So they say"

"Then why are they all dead"

And there was laughter. She heard a sharp giggle, the kind that makes your lip curl. And she felt herself shaking— she wanted to say something so fucking bad. She didn't know how Din could just take all of this.

"Well, you flew with him, Xi'an— Is he as good as they say?"

"Ask him about the job on Alzoc 111." Their voices grated her ears. Subconsciously she really did want to know what happened on Alzoc 111"

"I did what I had to." But this voice, with his calculated roughness, broke her heart. She didn't know how much more she could take before words started leaving her mouth. She heard a female voice, and her hands curled into fists behind her. She could hear what they were saying, but it wasn't fully registering anymore. Her ears rung with rage, the feeling of the child still leaning against her back was the only thing keeping her from ripping off the gag and screaming.

Her eyes narrowed at the continued jeering and insults. She tried to blink away the tears of anger that burned her eyes. Pressing all of her weight into her arms, her muscles tense. Ready for what was coming next.

The ringing in her ears didn't stop, even as a fistfight took place outside her door.

Only when she was suddenly faced by the people she did not want to see, did everything come crashing back to the surface.

The trio looked at her in shock, Din out of her view. She sees Mayfield's mouth moving as he walks closer to her, but she only picked up the last of his sentence.

"— you get lonely up here buddy? Huh." He stepped up to the compartment, Xi'an sauntered after him. Sedona tried not to focus on the way the other woman's gaze twisted into disgust. She turned her head to meet all 3 of their eyes, Burg looking even more devil-like up close.

"Why do you have your bed warmer tied up like that huh?" Din didn't answer Mayfield, she couldn't even see him, but with the way Burg had his arm locked out of view, he was probably being held back. "Is that how he kept you, huh, Xi'an? Is that how he likes 'em?" The woman in question hissed in response, and she settled herself against the door. Knife still held loosely in her hand.

"Didn't take you for the type." She snarled at Din, her eyes predatory as they shifted away from Sedona. "Maybe that code of yours has made you soft."

And suddenly there was another voice. Though not really a voice, instead it's sounded like an angry cat in the other room. Muffled, and full of rage.

It wasn't till she noticed the others were just staring at her in silence, that she realized it was her. She was snarling like a rabid dog, her mouth has developed a mind of its own. Thankfully all the words were swallowed by the cloth.

"Well let's see what she has to say," Xi'an said with a sickening smile, sharpened yellow teeth on full display. The next actions happened so quickly, Sedona honestly didn't realize what transpired. There was a flash of metal, as Xi'an's hand darted out like a snake. A searing pain appeared on her left cheek, and the cloth holding her words in fell away. She felt herself gasp, her hand instantly flying up to cradle her cheek. And then there was laughing, the trio laughed at her pain, and it only made her angrier.

"I said," She placed her hand, now sticky with blood, behind her back. Bracing herself. "I've got a penchant for smokes and kicking douches in the mouth. Sadly for you, my last cigarette's gone out."

And with that statement, her right foot flew out. Connecting with Burg's jaw, a sickening crack rang through the hull.

Then there was chaos.

The Devaronian stumbled back, his own hand coming up to clutch his jaw with a growl. Mayfield and Xi'an jumped for their weapons. But before anyone else could cross the threshold of the sleeping compartment, there was a blaster shot— and the metal door collapsed shut. Din had shot the control panel to the door, no one could get in, or get out without the use of his fancy wrist control. There was aggressive banging on the door, Sedona feared it might dent. She could hear swearing and shouting from the other side, but she wasn't done. She sat up on her knees, slamming her hands against the metal a few times. If Din wasn't going to say it, she would.

"Fuck you Xi'an! I wanted to be your friend so bad!" She could hear an aggressive snarl over the other commotion. Burg roared, and then there was a particularly loud thump against the door.

"Fuck you, Burg! Your breath fucking reeks!" Her voice had a heavy growl in it, all of the rage she could muster put behind her words.

"And fuck you, Mayfield! Prison is going to make you it's bitch!" Her voice had risen to a scream to counteract the noise. And with a few more slaps against the metal, she sat back down. Her hand coming up to the cut on her cheek. Xi'an's blades were so sharp, they cut deep and thin. A perfect slice, that was going to leave a nasty scar. It was then she realized the other creature in the room.

Grogu let out soft whimpers at the commotion, he was trying to hide behind her purse. Her stomach dropped at the sight, instantly letting out a soft coo of her own, she reached her hand out to him, trying to let him know it would be okay. But another voice broke through the pandemonium.

"Dropping out of hyperspace now." She scooped up Grogu, and he let out a small cry of protest. But she knew what was coming next. The ship lurched foreword suddenly. "Commencing final approach now."

"Cloaking signal now" Grogu let out a scream as they were suddenly airborne. Sedona's head crashed against the ceiling of the compartment with a thump. They slammed back down, the wind getting knocked out of her lungs. Trying to catch her breath she glanced down at the child, who was relatively fine. Just panicking by the way his massive eyes stared up at her. The ship stopped with a heavy crash, and she heard the droid speaking again. But she was far more distracted by the little green hand straining to reach her cheek.

"I'll be okay buddy" she whispered, bringing her hand up to gently grab his. He frowned, babbling urgently at her. She gave him as much of a smile she could muster, hoping he accepted it. "You don't have to heal me, I'm all right." Truthfully, she wasn't really all right. Her cheek was burning, and from what she could feel, the cut ran from just under her jaw bone, all the way up to her cheekbone. A neat slice, that was still steadily leaking blood. She set Grogu to the side and reached for her purse, fishing out the travel pack of tissues, and holding one to the cut. It wasn't stitches or magical healing space goo, but she hoped it would at least stop her from bleeding all over Din's bed. A loud smack interrupted their tentative peace. Mayfield's voice followed.

"Don't think we forgot about you girl, we'll be back for you!" There was laughing, and for the first time since the door had opened, the wrongness flooded back to her stomach. She focused on taking deep even breaths, for the sake of the child who whimpered beside her. She heard a fast beeping, and then someone jumping from the ship. They were leaving, and her heart only seemed to race faster. She waited till she heard the particularly loud thump of Burg.

"Din," she cleared her throat, voice coming out raw. "Don't let them capture you." She wasn't sure if she was just talking to an empty hull, or if the Mandalorian could even hear her raspy voice.

She just hoped desperately if he had, he would listen.

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Angel in the Graveyard

In New Orleans, there have been two attacks on college kids. Unexplained deaths, talks of statues coming to life, survivors who are unable to leave their homes, and medical staff and police who are beyond stumped... must be an X-File.

This is the first case fic I’ve ever written and I had a lot of fun with it. I hope you enjoy it! Written for @tinglingworld for the Case File Fanfic Exchange.

Chapter One

1/9

Vacherie, Louisiana

October 31, 2017

The music was loud as the car pulled up to the old, abandoned and rundown church, low lights set up in the broken windows. Someone walked in front of the headlights, a black cape billowing behind them.

“God, I’m so ready for this party, y’all,” Arielle said, adjusting her top, reaching in and lifting her breasts and looking down at her cleavage. “So glad I bought this bra. It makes my breasts look amazing.”

“Yeah, it really does, Arielle. Damn girl, how did I not notice that?” Farrah asked, turning off the car and looking at Arielle. “What kind of bra is that? I should have had you get me one.” She looked down at her own chest, finding it looking rather flat compared to the plumpy cleavage Arielle had going on.

“Oh stop, Farrah. You have those fantastically big boobs that don’t need any enhancement. Mine are small and need the extra help,” Arielle said, rolling her eyes as she pulled down the passenger visor and opened the mirror. She took out her lipstick and started applying it. “You want to borrow?”

“I will,” Desiree said from the backseat, leaning forward and taking it. “This is a great color. You always find the best things, Arielle.”

“Half price too, or I wouldn’t have bought it. Never pay full price, ladies.” They all laughed, fixed their hair and costumes, then grabbed their flashlights, before stepping out of the car.

“I hope Davis has a super sexy costume on, maybe a sexy fireman, or something that requires no shirt to go with it,” Arielle said.

“Like an underwear model?” Farrah teased, as they walked carefully down the old broken pathway, their high heels clicking loudly.

“Mmm, yeah. Some short boxer briefs would be more than acceptable.” Arielle nodded, shaking back her long dark hair.

“I bet it would,” Desiree laughed, pulling her long blond Elsa braid over her shoulder, then tugging down the short sparkly blue dress she had made. “God, I think I got the measurements wrong. This dress keeps hiking up.”

“Hope you’re wearing underwear,” Arielle teased and Desiree just shrugged. “Girl…” They all laughed and walked in through the doorway of the church, the front door long gone, and entered a room full of people.

Walking further into the room, they saw many of their friends, all of them in Halloween costumes; though most of the girls were simply scantily dressed. They waved to the DJ, who pointed to his left and they nodded, the music too loud to speak as they continued walking through the church.

Walking into what used to be a small kitchen, they found bottles of alcohol sitting on an old dirty counter, along with Halloween themed bowls of snacks- chips and pretzels mostly. As the church had no power, and the DJ system ran off of a generator, all the rooms were lit by camping lanterns placed around the room to fill it with light.

In the middle of a counter sat a smoking black cauldron full of dry ice. Around it sat numerous bottles of alcohol and plastic black and orange cups. They reached for their bottle of choice and grabbed a cup.

“Boo!” Yelled a voice and all of the girls screamed, dropping their cups to the floor. Turning around, they found Davis, taking off the half mask he wore as he laughed.

“Ass!!” Arielle yelled, smacking at him with a smile. Looking him up and down, she tilted her head to the side. “So, what exactly are you supposed to be?”

He stepped back and put out his arms, showing off the black cape tied around his neck. He was bare chested, his brown skin highlighted by the soft light, and he was wearing black board shorts. Spinning around, he smiled as he faced them again.

“Well… what do you think I am?” He waited and Farrah watched Arielle look him up and down again with a smirk.

“I’m not entirely sure, but I like the lack of clothing involved,” she said, her hands landing on his chest, pulling them away quickly. He laughed and looked at Farah.

“You’re good at riddles. What do you think?” He gestured to himself and she narrowed her eyes, letting them travel over his body.

“Cape, swim trunks, no shirt… hmm.” She tapped a finger to her chin and he spun around, his arms once again stretched out. “Some sort of swimming superhero? Someone who can swim the length of a pool or body of water very quickly?” She raised her eyebrows knowing that could not possibly be what his costume was, as it looked more like he had made no effort whatsoever.

“Sounds as good as anything. I just grabbed whatever I could find to pass as a costume.” He shrugged and they all laughed, Farrah nodding, knowing she had been right.

Picking up their cups from the floor, they tossed them into a large plastic trash can. Resuming the task they had set out to accomplish, they made their drinks, tasting each of them and exclaiming over how delicious they all were. Walking back to the main room, they danced with their drinks as they listened to the DJ.

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Standing outside amidst the crumbled stones of the courtyard, within their own small group of friends in the back of the church a while later, a few joints were passed around between them, except for Jenkins who had agreed to be the designated driver.

“I so needed this tonight,” Farrah said as she blew perfect smoke rings, much to the approval of the group. “School has got me wound tighter than ever. I don’t know what I was thinking, changing my major this late in the game. I am either incredibly stupid or it’s all gonna work out.”

“Is it mean if I say it might be a little of both?” Becca asked, her green eyes shining. She had arrived later than the others, changing into her costume in the kitchen, the group cheering her on when she had gotten down to the skimpy bathing suit she had under her clothes, claiming she was Malibu Barbie as she shook out her long golden blonde hair.

“No, because it’s how I feel too,” Farrah said, taking another hit before passing the joint to Zara. “Z? You hittin’ this?” She shook her head and looked around the yard with a heavy sigh.

“Did y’all see where Zach went? He said he was going to take a piss, but he’s not back yet.”

“I’m sure he’s fine,” Davis said, reaching over and taking the joint from Farrah. “I mean it’s not like he could go a lot of places.”

They all looked out at the large area in front of them, the dark of the night seemingly darker as compared to their flashlights and the glow of the inside of the church.

“This place is fantastically creepy, isn’t it?” Becca asked as she shook her head. “Seriously, some of the places we’ve been have been good, but this place is truly the shit. I mean, the last place wasn’t a church with a graveyard behind it, so bonus points already.”

“We should play hide and seek!” Tyler cried, a normally quiet and reserved guy, but when he drank, he was far more outgoing.

“In these heels?” Arielle asked and shook her head. “You must be out of your goddamn mind.” She closed her eyes with a happy smile and they all laughed.

“Oh, come on,” Davis said, untying his cape and letting it drop. “We can hide together. Buddy up, you know?”

“Oh. Well, then hell yes. I’m in.” She stood up and Davis grabbed her elbow, helping her become steady on her feet. He shook his head with a laugh and looked at everyone else.

“Who’s in?”

They all scattered, laughing as they grabbed their flashlights and ran into the dark night. Farrah had a hold of Tyler’s hand, mellow and chilled from the pot and the alcohol.

“Here. This is good.” He pulled her behind a large headstone close to the church and they stood there, laughing and loudly telling the others to be quiet.

She shivered and he pulled her closer, rubbing up and down her arms. From around the graveyard, they heard the others laughing and Jenkins called out.

“Hey! Who’s the seeker? I think we forget something, y’all!”

“Oh shit,” Travis shouted back and laughter rang out.

“Come on, let’s start over,” Davis yelled and everyone agreed.

“Be careful, okay?” Tyler said, reaching for Farrah’s hand again. “I don’t know how you girls walk around with those shoes on normal ground, let alone on grass.”

“Well, this was obviously not what I imagined was going to happen tonight or I’d have worn my kicks. Kicks… kicks… that’s funny.”

“You’re stoned,” Tyler laughed and she gripped his arm as her heel got stuck and they stopped to release it, laughing hysterically, before walking back to the stone courtyard.

“Seriously, you guys,” Zara was saying, fear in her voice as they walked up. “Have you seen Zach?” She glanced out into the dark backyard, worry crossing her face, as she wrung her hands. “We didn’t see him out there and…”

“Z, I’m sure he went inside. Maybe to get a drink or something,” Jenkins said with a smile.

“I would have seen him. What if he’s hurt? What if he tripped or something?”

“We can look for him. Oh shit! We’ll be the seekers!” Arielle yelled and they all cheered, again leaving the courtyard, laughing and clinging to one another.

“That’s not what I meant to happen,” Zara called after them. “You all could get hurt! It’s too dangerous. Just… wait. Come back.”

“We got this Z. Don’t worry!” Davis called and then began calling for Zach, Arielle laughing as she called with him.

“It is possible that he could have fallen or something, Jesus, it’s dark and the ground is precarious,” Tyler said to Farrah, her grip on him tight.

“Precarious. Listen to you, fancy man.” She snorted with laughter, the word sounding funny to her ears as she felt better than she had in weeks.

“Yeah, yeah. Zach! Where you at man? Zaaaaach!” Tyler yelled and Farrah heard the call echoed by the others.

Their flashlights shined ahead of them, their calls echoing back and forth, but still there was no sign of Zach. Stopping a few times to loosen her heels from the deep grass, they laughed when she fell onto her ass. Pulling her up, Tyler stared at her and leaned in to kiss her, surprising her, before she kissed him back.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” he admitted breathily and she grinned.

“I’ve wanted you to do it for a long time,” she said, biting her lip.

“Let’s not wait so long next time,” he teased and she laughed, pulling him down for another kiss.

“Wait… let’s… let’s get out of this creepy ass graveyard and back inside. Let’s find that idiot Zach and bring him to Zara, then…” Tyler said, asking her with his eyes if that was okay.

“Hell yes,” she breathed and he laughed. Grabbing her hand, he pulled her forward, calling out for Zach.

Despite the happy feeling inside of her, Farrah shivered as a thought began to niggle at her. Straining to listen, hoping she was wrong, she clutched Tyler’s arm, breathing hard.

“Farrah… do you…” He looked at her and she knew it was not just her imagination.

“Arielle?” she called out, her eyes on Tyler, no answering call returning. “Becca? Desiree?” They waited, her grip on him becoming tighter.

“Why aren’t they calling back? Tyler… what’s…”

“Becca?” Called a voice to their left and Farrah froze, chills appearing over her entire body.

“Who is that?” she whispered to Tyler and he shook his head, breathing hard.

“Who is that?” The voice repeated in a lilting tone and Farrah froze. No chance anyone could have heard her except Tyler.

“What?” Farrah breathed and Tyler pulled her close, her body now shaking from something she could not explain.

“Dude, this isn’t funny. I don’t know who…” he said and then stopped, shaking his head.

“Not funny.” The voice seemed to breathe from all around them and right next to them all at once.

“Tyler…” Farrah closed her eyes, putting her head on Tyler’s chest, feeling weak and almost sick.

“You’re… leave us alone. We were just looking for our friend,” Tyler said in a strong voice, even as Farrah felt him tremble, goosebumps rising on his arm as she held it.

A haunting laugh seemed to drown out every other sound and Farrah began to crumble, feeling she was being forced down to the ground. Tyler followed and she briefly wondered if she was forcing him or vice versa.

The cool wet grass hit her knees and she felt dizzy as she continued down, feeling as though something was forcing her to the ground. Lying flat on her stomach, Tyler squeezed her hand and she whispered to him, her eyes full of tears.

“What is happening?”

“It… is happening.” The voice breathed and she felt it on the back of her neck.

Frozen, unable to turn her head to look to see who was doing this, she closed her eyes tighter, her tears escaping as she did. Tyler squeezed her hand once more as chills covered her entire body, fear coursing through her.

A scream filled her head, a sound that echoed around her, bouncing off the trees. Tears ran down her face as the screams from her friends joined the other voice. Every one of them she heard separately, feeling their pain, when it suddenly fell silent, and the world went dark.

#XFCase2020 #The X Files Fanfic #XF Fanfic #CaseFic #Teaser

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I Hate You, I Love You, Chapter 133

Chapter Summary - Settling into a break in Suffolk, Tom and Danielle enjoy themselves in every manner.

Previous Chapter

Rating - Mature (some chapters contain smut)

Triggers - references to Tom Hiddleston’s work with the #MeToo Movement. That chapter will be tagged accordingly.

authors Note - I have been working on this for the last 3 years, it is currently 180+ chapters long. This will be updated daily, so long as I can get time to do so, obviously.

tags: @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog @jessibelle-nerdy-mum @nonsensicalobsessions @damalseer @hiddlesbitch1 @winterisakiller @fairlightswiftly @salempoe @wolfsmom1

Tom woke to find, as was becoming more common, long brown hair caught in his facial hair. Since he started growing his beard, Danielle’s hair seemed to stick to it more. Pulling it out and depositing it between them, noting that she had let it grow a lot and also noticing, that in amongst the dark brown locks, a few silver strands were starting to edge in. He smiled slightly and looked at her, happy that she had sought his opinion on potentially selling the house. He thought again of the idea, and with the news that Emma and Jack were expecting a baby, he knew it would not be a good idea to sell it, but he knew too she did not want him paying more than her for whatever home they would consider purchasing. Her constant dancing around, yet referring to, having children made him swallow and his throat to feel tight. It terrified him, but since the day they had the house gathering in Belsize and he walked into the kitchen to see her with Kit on her hip, interacting with him and discussing Mac, he knew, he wanted that with her, their own family in their home, that is what made him start looking into more suitable, out of city homes. He swallowed as the image came to him again, the fluttering feeling in his gut returning as it so often did when he thought of a future with her, excited and scared simultaneously.

He was still thinking about it when he realised Danielle had altered her sleeping position, her body leaning in against his, her body touching his. It was only when he felt her moving slightly did he realise what she was doing in her sleep he chuckled.

‘Elle?’

‘Hmm?’

‘Wake up.’

‘Why?’ her voice was heavy.

‘Because you are rubbing my leg.’

‘Hmm?’

‘You are rubbing yourself on my leg.’

Danielle scrunched her eyes for a moment before rubbing them and looking at Tom, realising the room was bright enough and when she took a moment to assess properly, she had a leg draped over Tom’s and she did seem to be very much leaning in on him. One slight movement told her that yes, she had been doing what he stated. ‘Shit, sorry. I didn’t wake you, did I?’

‘No I was awake anyway.’ He leant over and kissed her. ‘But if you are feeling a little amorous…’

‘Did you wake me up to get consent?’

‘I may have.’ Tom grinned, leaning over her.

‘Good boy.’

‘“Boy?” No, Darling, I am no mere boy, I am a man.’ His grin turned devilish as he leant down and kissed her again, Danielle’s reaction being to put her arms around his neck and to spread her thighs more to allow him to lean against her, gasping as his crotch rubbed along hers, telling her he was more than willing and ready for them to continue. Languidly kissing her neck, he lifted the vest she had worn to bed with her moving slightly to assist him before he began to kiss her chest, toying playfully with little nips, her gasping as he grazed his slight beard as he did so, noting her hand making its way to his hair.

When he went to go down further, she gently tugged on his hair to stop him, looking at her, she shook her head. ‘No.’

‘Why not?’

‘I have been in bed all night, I haven’t had a shower since yesterday.’

‘I know. And?’

‘That’s not pleasant.’

‘You prefer me before a shower.’ She could not counter that. ‘I would not do this if I did not fucking love it.’ Tom smiled deviously before slowly continuing down and paying attention to every spot he knew she liked before getting to his destination. ‘Lift that ass.’ Danielle smirked at him. ‘Elle.’ He warned causing her to do so. He brought down her underwear and knew that between their few moments of amorousness and her previous actions in her sleep, she was very much aroused, so, ensuring to do so before she could object, Tom concentrated on ensuring whatever heated dream Danielle was having before he woke her was very much outshone and her expectations exceeded, her moaning his name more than once amongst a string of expletives.

‘I made you breakfast.’ Tom declared as Danielle walked down the stairs smiling after her shower.

‘You made too much.’ She smiled, putting her arms around him.

‘Mum. Emma and Jack are coming over in five.’

‘Thanks for warning me, what if I came down in sexy underwear, or nothing even?’

Tom chuckled. ‘After the seeing to I just gave you, you should at least make it to evening.’

A knock on the door and a couple of barks from the dogs put a halt to their playfulness as Danielle walked over to open it. ‘Move your fuzzy butts.’ She ordered as she unlocked it. As soon as she opened it, Mac rushed out and Bobby stayed, wagging his tail in excitement as his sister came in to greet him. Mac seemed to herd everyone in as Danielle hugged her friend and then her husband tight, congratulating Jack, having not seen him since Emma gave them her news.

While Danielle was hugging them, Diana went over inspecting the cooking. ‘Danielle, Darling, these…’

‘Actually, any and all cooking inquiries belong with your son, not me.’ She smiled.

Diana looked at Tom who seemed slightly abashed by her lack of consideration for him making the food, but the proud look on her face took some of the sting away. ‘I should have known.’

‘I was raised to be able to look after myself and not need a woman to do the basics for me.’

‘Except your washing.’ Danielle pointed out, causing Emma to laugh.

‘I have done the washing.’ Tom declared.

‘Actually, it’s true, I got him to wash the dogs' blankets.’ Danielle acknowledged. She then leant towards Emma, ‘Because let’s face it, he can’t fuck that up entirely.’

‘I heard that.’ Tom stated bemusedly.

‘I wasn’t whispering.’ Danielle smiled cheekily. ‘No, he’s getting there. We just won’t let him at the wools yet.’

‘Yet?’

‘Soon, we’ll have you ready for Paddy’s Day.’

‘Why then?’

‘Realistic target dates?’ Danielle shrugged with her tongue sticking out. When Tom gave her another bemused look, she smiled widely. ‘I’ll get the plates.’ She walked over to the press. ‘Sit down and we’ll be sorting ye.’

‘You have such an Irish accent.’ Jack laughed.

‘Funny, so do you.’ She retorted, earning another laugh off Emma. ‘So, what are the plans for the day?’

I have to go into town.’ Tom declared. Everyone looked at him unimpressed. ‘I have all the presents, I just need...I have all the presents.’

‘He doesn’t have all the presents.’ Emma commented.

‘Will I drop you in or are you stealing the car?’ Danielle asked.

‘Am I insured?’

‘Yep.’ She popped the ‘p’. ‘I had you put on it when I got it.’ She smiled.

‘Well, then, if you don’t mind, may I borrow the car?’ He smiled. She nodded in response. ‘Thank you.’

‘Great, Elle, if you’re free, can you come with me to get a few things sorted after lunch?’ Emma asked. ‘Just us.’

‘Woo, girl’s afternoon, I am in.’ Danielle beamed.

‘I guess I am being abandoned?’ Jack looked sadly at his wife.

‘Yes!’ both women responded at once, before laughing together.

‘You’re as bad as children.’ Diana smiled fondly.

'Actually, if you're not trying to hide something, Tom?' Jack looked at his brother-in-law hopefully.

'Not at all, please, I would actually enjoy the company.'

‘So, how are you and Tom?’ Emma asked as they made their way about the store.

‘Good, why?’ Danielle asked worriedly.

‘I was just asking.’ Emma assured her. ‘Are you okay with the premiere?’

‘Scared, nervous and excited is the general gist.’

‘Have you something for it?’

‘Not yet.’

‘You’ll need to get something.’

‘I will need to figure out how much your mum tends to overfeed me too.’

Emma smiled. ‘Well, if you two are staying for all of Christmas, you will need something akin to maternity wear.’

‘Jesus, could you imagine if that was noticed?’ Emma erupted in laughter. ‘And I thought the talk of marriage was scaring Tom.’

‘He’d faint.’

‘After last Christmas, I think that would terrify him.’

Emma ceased laughing. ‘What happened last Christmas, you mean your arm?’

‘No.’ Danielle inhaled and wondered for a moment if she should say anything. ‘Last Christmas, Tom was convinced I was pregnant.’ Emma’s mouth opened slightly as she frowned. ‘And I took a test because he was so terrified, and well, the test came back positive.’ Emma’s eyes widened and for a moment, she looked to Danielle’s stomach, confused. ‘But the test was faulty, so I took another one, and that one worked and said what I was saying, that I was not, but for a few minutes...Jesus Em, I nearly lost my life.’

‘I dare say, especially with how you feel about such things.’

‘I know, I...I wouldn’t be part of Safeguard, not properly, and Tom and I…’

‘Hey…’ Emma hugged her tight. ‘It was just a scare.’

‘I knew I wasn’t, but when that test gave the doubt…’

‘I know. I knew I was pregnant, I just felt so off.’

‘Well, I am so excited for you.’

‘Can I tell you something?’ Danielle gave a nod. ‘We didn’t plan this yet.’ Danielle’s brow rose. ‘They said it would take a few months at least, if not a year, and…’ She looked down and shrugged.

‘How long were you off it?’

‘Six weeks.’ Danielle laughed. ‘Yeah, so I do get the shocked reaction. If not slightly differently.’

‘Well, yeah. You do. And how are you feeling?’

‘So nervous, so scared but so so happy and excited. I made a person.’

‘I know, and I cannot wait to start spoiling them.’

‘Oh God, this is going to be worse than me with the Duchess, isn’t it?’

‘Oh yes. This is my first baby niece or nephew. I mean, I always loved the Duchess, and I adore spoiling her, but this time is different.’

‘You’re part of the family two ways now. Though…’

‘Do not mention a wedding, please.’

‘Mum is still talking about it.’

‘We can handle her, don’t make me have to deal with you too.’

‘Oh, I don’t want you getting married.’ Danielle gave her a confused look. ‘I am not having “Cankles” in your wedding photos, you are waiting until this one is born and you and I are going to get wedding fit together.’

Danielle laughed. ‘Sure thing, Pippa Middleton.’

‘God, I am never going to have that ass.’

‘We’ll make sure you get a dress to give you the illusion of it.’ Danielle promised.

#i hate you i love you #chapter 13 #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston fic #wolfpawn

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forthenight (M)

Pairing: Johnny x Reader

Genre: stripper!Johnny, pwp, one shot

Summary: I literally just wanted to write cute smut about Johnny and he so happened to be a stripper with a heart of gold and a dick that would leave anyone wanting more.

Features: blowjobs/eating out, making out, grinding, one night stands, cute and kind of slow sex, slamming that headboard against the wall, reader is shy and awkward because lmao same

Word Count: 5.5k+

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I sighed as I exited the club, grateful to be rid of the smell of sweat and spilled alcohol. My friend had decided it was a great idea to host her birthday party at a male strip club and she was already wasted. I didn’t like babysitting drunk people especially when they were starting to get obnoxious. I wanted to go home but also didn’t want to be a buzzkill. I decided that a few minutes outside might recharge my social battery and I could proceed to pretend I was having fun. I leaned against the rough brick of the building and let the semi cool night air wash over me. Though the music of the club was still blaring it was much quieter outside and I was able to feel a bit at peace.

My loneliness was interrupted as I heard the metal door open. A man stepped out in nothing but a leather jacket and tight jeans on, his deep chestnut hair slicked back with sweat. I recognized him as one of the dancers who had been grinding on my friend just an hour or so before. He was beautiful to say the least and I think I had shyly tucked a dollar bill into the skimpy underwear he had been wearing. I watched his long fingers snap at a lighter and ignite the end of a cigarette that dangled from his lips. He took a few puffs, exhaling a little at a time and propped himself against the wall similar to how I was. It was awkward being so close to him and not speaking but how did I speak to a stripper? I mean they were humans too and not just entertainers but I was afraid that I wouldn’t have anything interesting to say. Would I flirt with him? Or ask him about the weather? Both options seemed like they would lead me down the road to embarrassment.

“So, are you the bachelorette or the birthday girl?” He seemed to be reading my mind and thankfully started the conversation.

“Oh…neither actually. I’m with a birthday girl but just as support. Mostly being D.D. I guess.” I replied.

“Well that isn’t fun. Though not being a plastered idiot is a rarity here, it is appreciated.”

“I’m sure you get tired of the ones grabbing onto you without permission and getting too rowdy. That’s how my friend is now and I just needed a break from it all.”

He nodded and hummed in agreement. “Yeah once my set was done I needed a break. It’s too hot in the dressing room and I’m sweating my ass off.”

“Shouldn’t you take off your jacket then?”

He smirked and raised an eyebrow. “So you are trying to see me naked.”

“No!No!” I said, my cheeks flushing vehemently. “I mean I have seen you mostly naked already but like… the leather would just make you hotter. It’s cooler out here.”

He chuckled and it was like melted chocolate, absolute music to my ears. “I’ll get there. So what are your plans for tonight?”

My eyes zoomed up to meet his. “W-what?”

“Are you going to stay here or go home? They can like take an uber.”

“Oh…as much as I would love too, I’d feel bad for leaving them. It looks like i’m stuck here for probably another hour or so. I’m hoping to chorale them.”

“And then after you get them home what are you going to do?”

I looked at him a bit confused but also curious. “Why do you want to know? Planning on following me and killing me?”

He flicked his finished cigarette away and stepped a bit closer to me, propping his hand against the wall. “No, of course not.” He shrugged. “Just that…you’re pretty cute.”

I rolled my eyes, believing that he was totally joking. “Yeah, right. I’m sure you’re literally required to say that to all your customers. I’m not special.”

“I think you are. What’s your name?”

I sighed. “Look, to be honest I don’t have that much more money for tips and I know you got a job to do. I don’t blame you at all but you don’t have to fake flatter me. It’s cool. I can ask my friends if they have more.”

“So, you think that all I want is money and to please women I don’t care about?” He said, eyes narrowing a bit.

I realized how poorly worded and offensive it came out. “N-no, i didn’t…i mean like…you’re an entertainer and I figured that’s what you were getting at. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.” He pushed himself off the wall and grabbed the door handle, ready to head back inside. “Wouldn’t be the first time.” Just as he was about to leave I moved towards him, setting my hand on his arm.

“Wait,” I introduced myself. “What’s your name?”

“Johnny.”

“No, like your real name.” I giggled.

“Johnny.” He said again.

“Oh…fuck. Then what’s your stage name?”

“JSuh. It’s nothing extravagant.”

“JSuh? Aren’t you supposed to be like Honey Rumpshaker or something.”

He covered his mouth as soon as he started laughing. “What the fuck?! Who would be named that!!”

“I don’t know! The girl strippers are usually like Cinnamon and like Diamond Sparkle or whatever! I didn’t know if it was the same for guys!” I tried to hide my face as I now felt like a complete idiot.

“You are seriously cute. Not just because I’m paid to say that. I like girls that can make me laugh.”

“Oh…well I’ve proven that I can make a complete fool of myself, so laugh away.”

“Nah, it’s fine. I guess I better get back inside though. We’ve got like a finale set that we do so I’ve gotta get ready.”

I didn’t know if I should really ask but I jumped the gun anyway. “Wait…why were you interested in what I was doing after I dropped my friends off?”

He turned towards me fully and shoved his hands in the pockets of his jacket, chuckling a bit. “I think you should know that already. And before you ask, no I don’t hook up with clients that often. It’s pretty rare actually but…” He shrugged. “I’m definitely attracted to you.”

“Soooo….you want a one night stand?” I asked. I always needed things spelled out for me when it came to any sort of flirting, relationships, hookups, anything. I was usually in disbelief that someone would give me the time of day thanks to my lack of confidence and I never imagined that a stripper would ever be asking me to hook up with him. But I found myself wondering what his lips felt like, what he tasted like, and how good he would feel inside me. From what I saw earlier while he was dancing everything seemed to create the illusion that he was good in bed, especially with those body rolls and floor grinds. I had never been jealous of a floor in my life but tonight was an exception. I swallowed my nerves and put on my front of confidence, accepting the fact that I was going to do something so brand new and out of my comfort zone. It was daring and exciting and I was definitely going to get my idiot friends home as fast as possible now.

“Yes? I figured you’d turn me down though, You seem like the goody two shoes type.”

“I am not!” I lied. “In fact, I’m down for it.”

His eyes widened in surprise but a sinful smirk crossed his lips. “What’s your number? I can text you whenever you’re done tucking your kids into bed.” Johnny pulled out his phone from the back pocket of his jeans and handed it over to me to input my number. I did and handed it back to him and he immediately called me.

“Why are you calling me?” I asked.

“So you have my number too. Just text me if you’re gonna blow me off at least.” He opened the door and held it open for me to walk through first.

“Don’t worry. I’m sure I won’t.” I placed a quick kiss on his cheek, unsure if that was even flirtatious enough. It seemed more childish than anything and I rushed back to my friends to grab them and get them home. There was no way I was going to let them ruin my fun now.

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Getting them back to their respective houses was the biggest clusterfuck ever. I had to deal with puking, taking clothes off, screaming, and dragging them into bed so they wouldn’t fall asleep in the middle of the floor. Johnny was right, they were basically children and I was so ready to clock out from my babysitter shift. Once I was sure they weren’t going to choke on their vomit, I finally got home. It was late, almost past 2am and I wondered if Johnny would still want to come over. I was getting tired but my need to fall into lust was enough to send him a message to see if he was still interested. He didn’t answer right away and I didn’t expect him to but the suspense was killing me. I decided to shower to refresh myself. I reapplied some makeup so I could give the impression that I wasn’t half dead and tired. As I came back into my room I saw a few replies from Johnny and my heart thundered against my ribcage. He was ready to come over. He had finished his shift about an hour ago and went home to shower as well. It was a breath of relief and I texted him my address.

The wait seemed forever and I tried to calm myself from feeling too eager. Maybe it was the nerves that were taking over. I hoped I was good enough for him. It had been some time since I was last with someone; work, life, school, everything got in the way. I had no time for any relationship and instead focused on the important things in life. I did deserve at least one night of debauchery since the initial party for my friend was a bust to me. I flopped back on my bed and stared up at the ceiling. Shit, did I even still have condoms? I shot up and frantically ran to my dresser to see if the box was still there but there was a sudden knock on my door. I froze in panic as my brain shut down for a moment. I thought about continuing to look but I knew I would make a mess for sure. Obviously I still had to answer the door and the second round of raps shook me out of my funk. I sped over to it, fixing myself so I didn’t look frazzled and took a deep breath before opening the door.

His eyes raised up to meet mine and he pushed his hair back, the totally normal motion making my knees weak instantly. He wasn’t even wearing anything special, just a white t shirt and jeans, but for some reason it made him ooze sexiness and confidence. It could have been because I was more desperate than I thought or it could have been that he was actually bound to drive me crazy. “Hey.” He smiled, his perfect teeth shining between those plush lips. That voice got to me again and I wiped the sweat from my palms on my pajamas shorts.

“Hi.” I laughed nervously and stepped aside to let him in. He sauntered through the door frame and looked around at my apartment. He hooked his thumbs through the belt loops of his jeans and turned to face me.

“So…”

“So….um…” I figured he was going to take the lead being that he offered to do this in the first place. "Where do we start?”

“You’re not a virgin, are you?”

“What? Absolutely not.” Was I giving off that vibe? How did I show that I was a mostly experienced adult?

“Then what do you mean ‘where do we start?’ You know how this goes…” He wasn’t trying to be an asshole per say, but rather just confused and as tentative as I was.

“Aren’t you supposed to be some sex god or something?”

He snorted. “Oh my god, where did you possibly get that idea from? I’m a stripper, not a porn star.”

I wanted to facepalm myself. “I keep saying the wrong thing and I don’t mean to, I swear. I guess I’m just nervous.”

“I am too now that you think I’m supposed to be a sex god. Thanks for that by the way.” He smiled and nudged at me a little. He was trying to make me feel better and didn’t even seem to be judging me which I was thankful for.

“You don’t have to be a sex god, I promise. Just…” I set my hands on his chest and leaned into him, closing the space between us in mere seconds. His hands left his belt loops and instead held onto my waist, keeping me flushed against him. His lips were just as perfect as I imagined they would be- soft, warm, absolutely amazing at turning me on. He took his time too, exploring every inch of my lips in soft pecks and longer presses until he gave my bottom lip a light nip. My fingertips dug into his chest as I parted my lips, letting him carve out pleasures when our tongues collided. Each stroke and small suck against mine made my body ache more and more and I was already wanting to take him to my room. I was edging him back with careful steps, trying to guide him towards my room, but with my eyes closed and being distracted by his heated kisses, his thighs hit the armrest of my couch, sending him into the cushions with me on top of him. “Oh fuck!” I cried out.

He just laughed and adjusted himself, his entire body filling the length of the couch completely. “It’s cool. I’m a klutz too."

"I’m sorry! I was trying to get you to my room and-”

“It’s fine,” he stopped me. “Let’s just stay here for a bit.”

I fiddled with my hair and nodded, hoping that I didn’t ruin the mood too much. I pushed along, trying to recover, and wiggled between his thighs. The center of his jeans seemed to be a bit more filled out than before. I set my hands on his waist, my fingers dancing around the button of his fly. I could feel him staring, his bottom lip caught between his teeth in an almost innocent way. He was waiting for me to snap out of my stupor and pull away the fabric that separated my mouth from him. I finally unbuttoned his jeans and edged the zipper down. He hooked his thumbs within the waistband and slid them down, moving his legs around me to get them off completely. My heart almost stopped when I saw the dark boxer briefs and what laid beneath them. “Jesus…” I whispered.

He grabbed my hand and guided me back to his lips, making me straddle him. The center of my shorts was flush against him now and I could feel the slight pressure against me. “I’ll only be as rough as you want me to be.” He whispered.

I combed my fingers through his soft hair, pushing it back slightly. “Don’t worry about me, I think I know what I want.”

“Then maybe you should lead and I’ll follow.”

I pressed my lips together and grabbed his hands to settle them back on my hips. I started rolling them, creating more friction between us like misguided teenagers trembling with the prospect of getting off. He kept control of the pace while I zeroed in on his lips again, diving my tongue in to feel his warmth and hunger. He let out a soft groan and pressed his fingers into my ass, increasing our speed ever so slightly. I kept my hold on his hair, curling my fingers and pulling every once in awhile and following it up with sweet scratches and caresses. He would respond to the pulls, bucking his hips and leaving me breathless. I parted from him to gulp down air and he took the opportunity to toss his shirt off. Now that I was able to touch him on my own and take my time I realized I wanted to toss caution to the wind and mark every single inch of him. I crept my kisses from his lips down to his neck, slipping my teeth beside his adam’s apple. He jerked away quickly.

“As much as I would love to, I can’t. No scratches, bites, or hickies.”

I pouted. “Well…that’s no fun.”

“I know, I’m sorry. Part of the job, but I can definitely do it to you. Leave a little calling card for you to remember me by.” He slipped his fingers under my tank top and nudged it up to my chest.

“You have to make it memorable first.”

“Oooohh, really now? That’s how it’s gonna be? I see how it is.” He said as he jerked my top upwards and I moved my arms out of it. “What’s the sudden change of attitude, hmm?” he teased.

I slid off him and started walking towards my bedroom, trying my best to entice him. “You gonna get over here or what?”

Johnny practically jumped off the couch and sprinted towards me, making me giggle. I tossed off my shorts and crawled onto my bed, pulling him to the edge. I placed kisses from his chest, down to his stomach and over the outline of his cock through his underwear. I heard him exhale above me and settle his large hand into my hair to keep me close. I peeled away his briefs and let him free, swallowing hard as I saw him fully. See him in that barely there outfit at the club left little to the imagination but seeing him hard and needy now had my stomach filled with fluttering butterflies. I gripped his base gently, guiding him to my lips. I poked my tongue out and licked around his head, dipping the tip into his slit.

He let out a soft grunt and relaxed into my touches while I struggled to take down more of him. My mouth was already much too full but I hollowed out my cheeks as best I could, adding firm pulls to what my lips couldn’t reach. I could tell he was trying not to force his hips forward but the tension in his thighs gave away his struggle. With my free hand I traced up the length of his torso, gripping his firm pec and leaving behind the faintest of scratches. I didn’t mark him though I still wanted to. His hand came to rest over mine and I felt his lips against my fingertips. My eyes opened and I looked up at him surprised by the tenderness of his action. He only smirked and wiped the corner of my mouth with his thumb when I released him. “Cute.” Was all he said.

My cheeks flushed at the praise and buried my face against him, concentrating on laying open mouth kisses and soft sucks to his balls. It seemed to elicit a pleased reaction as his hand gripped my hair harder and his breathing quickened. I took one between my lips and tugged against it with my tongue, giving generous licks in between. I paired it with steady massages and gropes, bringing him to rise on his tiptoes just a bit. He folded his fingers into mine while the hand in my hair shifted to grab onto my shoulder. I thought he was trying to support himself but instead I was pushed back flush against my mattress. He crawled between my legs and settled by the center of my thighs. Instead of giving me attention right away, he took his sweet ass time decorating my inner thighs with long kisses and shallow bites.

I noticed his hand was still tangled in mine and he was squeezing every so often, usually when his teeth sunk into me. My heart lurched at the warmth he generated and I could barely hold in the soft moans he was bringing out of me. He hadn’t even touched me where I needed him the most yet and I already was becoming all too greedy for my liking. He swerved around me once again and instead brought his kisses up my hips and to my stomach, laying bites by my ribcage. When he reached my chest there was no end to the attention he gave my nipples, bringing them between his teeth to nibble slightly or suck deeply to make my back arch against him. While I was distracted by the intense kisses his fingers managed to slip between my folds and explore how turned on I truly was.

I pressed my lips to the back of my hand to suppress a gasp when two of his lengthy fingers dove into me. He pumped them slowly at first, curling the tips every so often and exploring sections inside me to see what would give me the most pleasure. My own fingers trembled as they wrapped around my bed sheets. I was desperate to find a way to calm myself; there wasn’t any reason to let go so soon. I wanted to savor every moment I had with him. It felt so good to have someone else touch me after so long that I never wanted it to end. His touches were pure energy and I had forgotten all about my tiredness and instead focused every thought I had on the way the first dip of his tongue rolled over me.

My hips squirmed against him and he settled an arm over my waist to keep me in place. It didn’t phase him at all and he continued coaxing more of my wetness out of me and working soft circles against my clit. He mixed in heated kisses and flicks and I finally moaned out his name, louder than I would’ve ever thought possible. He practically growled into me, yanking the back of my thighs to sit on his shoulders and letting his tongue take over where his fingers were seconds before. My toes curled against the center of his back while he seemed perfectly content having my thighs quiver around his head. He pulled out of me and switched to long licks from my entrance to my clit, hungrily carving out new ungodly tremors of pleasure within me. I rolled myself against his tongue, meeting every lick and silently begging for him to eat me out until my mind went numb.

He set a gentle kiss on my clit and I could feel him trying to edge away. My hand dug deep into his locks and kept him close, pleading for him to continue. He chuckled, the soft puffs of air adding to my sensitivity, and took my hand in his. “I promise I’ll be right back.”

I groaned and tossed my head back onto my pillow, wondering what was so important that he needed to stop just when it was getting to the good part. I realized that he was most likely getting a condom and almost kicked myself. Well, duh, idiot. I adjusted myself in bed, contemplating getting under the covers or not. I pulled them to my chest just as he came back and sat in front of me. “Why are you hiding from me now, hmm?” He teased with a gentle smile on his face.

“I’m not hiding.” I lied. “It’s just a little brisk now, with the window open and all.”

“Mhm, brisk. Sure.” He pulled the blanket away from me and slipped between my legs. “How about you hold onto me instead? I don’t need you trying to cover up anymore.”

I bit my lip and bowed my head towards his chest in an attempt to hide. I settled my arms around his neck while he rolled on the condom and pulled me close. Our eyes caught each other for a moment and we exchanged small smiles before we met again for a slow kiss. As he baited me with his perfect lips, his hand moved between us, guiding him towards my entrance. He pressed in slowly, stopping as he heard me wince a bit. “Are you…okay?”

I nodded and shifted beneath him. “S-sorry.”

“No, no, it’s okay. I’m pretty patient and can go all night.”

“Oh…”

He chuckled nervously. “I didn’t mean for that to come out as cocky as it sounded.”

I eased my hips down onto his tip, flexing my walls against his girth. “W-well, if you can live up to that then I’m all for it.”

He set his hands on my hips and pushed in deeper, inch by inch until he disappeared inside me completely. I clutched onto him tighter, curling my legs around his back. He placed kisses across my cheek and towards my ear. “I can live up to it.”

The first few thrusts were slow and steady, getting me used to his girth that seemed to stretch me more than I was prepared for. I guess going for so long without any physical connection with someone made it a bit difficult for him to plow me into oblivion like I wanted. I closed my eyes and let him cover my neck with kisses and bites that trailed to my breasts. His tongue rolled over my nipple again, gathering it between his lips and letting out a soft moan. The sound of his arousal vibrated through me and I clutched at him tighter. “Please,” I begged. “M-more.”

His hips snapped then, a rush of pulling out almost completely and forcing his way back in to make my body arch against his. I rolled my hips in time with his thrusts, burying my moans into his chest. His hands curled around my waist, lifting me slightly to work himself deeper. My legs tensed as he hit where I needed him the most. The slight curve of his cock pressed into my walls, every contour and vein adding onto my impending orgasm. I wanted to hear more of his soft pants and groans that decorated my chest. He bit into the swell of my breast slightly and I grabbed a chunk of his hair, tugging hard and blaring out that he had hit something so beautifully electrifying within me.

I was trying desperately not to mark him, my fingers flexing to stop my reflexes. I tried to keep them in his hair. He seemed to add a particularly hard snap of his hips when I pulled, a delicious and quiet moan coating my ear. He was buried beside my head, not looking at me any further but I wanted to see how perfect those honey brown eyes looked when they were filled with lust for me. I grabbed his chin and forced him to me, pressing our foreheads together and reaching my tongue out to slide into his mouth again. To my surprise he lifted me then, keeping inside me as he trapped me between the wood of my headboard and his body. He gripped the top of it while he plunged rougher than before. My throat was starting to feel just a bit tender from moaning out his name so much but this was driving me wild.

My legs splayed to the side as the wood clattered against my wall with each rock of the frame. My breath was barely able to escape my lungs as my body clenched around him, tight and suffocating as I needed him at that perfect spot. He took the hint and focused on it, working through my clamped walls until one final thrust sent me over the edge. My knees dug into his sides as my body tensed in pleasure and he seemed unfazed by it all. He kissed me hard, digging his free hand into my hair and pulling me close. His blunt nails burrowed into my scalp as my hips felt so utterly tainted with bruises. He was ruining me, all in the name of getting off and I craved to feel his warmth within me.

He let out a harsh curse, shoving the headboard back hard and stilling within me. I felt the throbbing and the flow of him emptying into me. His torso trembled just a little and he went back to his safehaven of my neck, that unexpected shyness returning. It was strange that he could practically ruin my bed yet hide from me. Just like he hadn’t wanted me to cover up before I wanted to see the flushed look on his golden skin. I nudged him towards me for a few gentle kisses that bought out a cute and dorky smile that made my heart fumble to keep a perfect rhythm.

“What do you have against my headboard?” I teased.

“Well currently, you.” He smirked. “Seems like you enjoyed it.”

“Very much so.” He surprisingly kissed my forehead before he pulled out, rolling off the condom and tossing it into the nearest trash can.

“Do you mind if I have a smoke?”

I shook my head as I crumpled down to the mattress, wanting to rest my sore body. “Have at it, hun.”

He smiled and got out of bed while I closed my eyes and fell asleep faster than I had intended.

–

I rubbed my eyes and yawned deeply, annoyed at the bright sunlight spilling through my blinds. I had forgotten to close them last night as I was letting fresh air in and regretted it. I propped myself onto my elbows and noticed a heaviness beside me. Johnny was face down, buried in a pillow with his limbs splayed everywhere. I didn’t expect him to stay over but it was a little endearing that he did. I gave him a soft kiss between his shoulder blades and got up from bed, pulling on the robe that was hanging on the back of my bedroom door. Coffee was a necessity and I worked to brew a pot as fast as possible. It was only a few minutes into me deciding what I wanted for breakfast that I heard the creaking of my kitchen tiles. Johnny was standing in the door, a sleepy look still on his face and hair an absolute mess.

He had tossed on his jeans carelessly and yawned loudly. “I didn’t mean to stay over, so sorry about that.” His voice was still raspy with sleep.

“Don’t worry about it.” I bite my lip and reintroduced myself, figuring he might have thought I was unmemorable.

He gave me a confused look. “Trust me, I remember. I don’t think I could actually forget.” His attention turned towards the coffee pot. “Mind if I have some before I go?”

I quickly grabbed a mug from my cabinet and poured him a cup. “How do you take it?”

“Black is fine.” He took the cup from me and blew over the liquid a few times before taking a sip.

I scrunched my nose up in disgust. “I don’t know how you do that.”

He shrugged. “Use to it I guess. I have plenty of long nights.”

“Ahh, right the dancing, duh.”

“That’s only on the weekends and a day or two during the week. Mostly I stay up all night grading.”

“Grading?” My interest peaked. “You’re a teacher?” I was definitely surprised.

“Mhm, well student teacher getting my hours in. I teach photography at the art college downtown.”

“Holy shit.” I whispered. “Sorry! I didn’t mean it like that! I just…”

“Yeah not all strippers want to do this for the rest of their lives, you know. I want to quit soon but I just need the money to keep up with bills. It started as a joke but I had a friend at the club and he roped me in. Been doing it for a couple years now.”

“Wow, that’s…that’s really cool actually. The photography thing. I mean the dancing is cool too! I’m sorry. I’m still half asleep but always an idiot.”

He chuckled. “Nah, you’re totally fine. You’re cute when you’re flustered.” I almost turned away to hide my blush like a schoolgirl at the playground. He set the mug down on the counter and sighed. “I should be heading out now.”

“O-oh, right. That.” I didn’t want him to leave but I had to understand that this wasn’t a fairy tale and he wasn’t going to be my prince charming. “It was nice meeting you.”

Johnny bit his lip then chuckled a bit. “Definitely. Don’t lose my number ok?” He left the kitchen then, heading back to the living room to finish getting dressed. Did he want to hook up again? I wanted to ask him directly but the front door opened and shut before my brain could make my body move. I sighed as I rested back against the wall. Maybe for the night he was some sort of prince charming…or at least a sex god.

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Jongin usually runs away for the Purge. Flies out of the country and doesn’t look back while sipping some tropical drink on a beach in paradise. This year, however, he forgets. Too busy getting lost in passion to notice. Thankfully, he’s made some friends in good places and has someone who can protect him. What happens when he’s forced to act, forced to participate in a day he wishes would just disappear?

Genre: Action, gore, torture and smut.

Word count: 9K

A/N: Trigger warnings for gore, blood, death, and torture. I’m pretty sure you guys know how awful this series is by now.

Kim Jongin, co-CEO, owner and one of the founders of Park and Kim Electronics, has a secret. This secret is fairly well hidden and no one knows about it except Chanyeol, Yixing and Yixing’s sugar baby turned girlfriend. He smiled, in the VIP area of a club his friend Yixing owns. The Chinese man sitting there, his girl right by him, sipping on her drink. Yixing smiled, looking down at the pile of powder between them. It was a light purple color, Jongin knew well despite the neon lights and flashing dance floor beneath them.

The drug was what is known as ‘Succubus Nectar’. It gives a person energy to fuck over and over, no stopping all night long. It has some psychedelic effects, but those don’t last long, so most people who want that also take LSD or mushrooms with it, but Jongin didn’t care about those effects.

Jongin is sort of a sex addict. Has been for a long time. There is a connection, a sense of false care you get when you get intimate with someone that Jongin can’t help but need. He had no family. He was alone in the world, and he guesses he is looking for someone who cares in what many would call is all the wrong places. Since his first time he found himself wanting sex more and more. College was fun, the large orgies they would have was some of the best days in his life. Men, women, it didn’t matter so long as he got to stick his dick in something or have someone fuck him to make him feel that sense that someone was there for him.

Truth is, though, it was just a distraction so he didn’t have to actually feel those hard feelings. Easier to just push them away and sweep them under something like being a sex addict than to actually face the consequences to looking deeply at himself.

It didn’t take long for him to find some sort of bill, roll it up and use a credit card to make a line of dust. Sucking through his nose, the hit was instant. Some people would inject it after melting it into a liquid, but that took too long. The feel when inhaled was instant. It made him moan, his body shivering as all the colors seem to get brighter. The neon lights around them almost blinding as he just smiles. He could feel the lust growing as he looked around, trying to see someone or multiple people to lose himself in.

He was about to leave until he watches as a woman move next to them. She smirked, looking him up and down a moment. She leans in, snorting a line herself. A friend of Yixing, a tattoo indicating her being a member of his gang. She wore a tube black dress and a pair of black heels. Clearly she was here to have some fun and not work. Her hair was down, a deep wine like red, very obviously dyed. She had quite a few tattoos, and a septum piercing that was a dainty little loop of gold. He watched her inhale the drug, seeing the effects work on her. The second she took a breath, a shaky moan left her that made Jongin feel even more desperate. She glanced at Jongin, her brown eyes wide and searching desperately.

Yixing smiles, “Well, if you’re both going to fuck, give us a show.” He says, leaning back and sipping from his whiskey glass. The woman beside him, his wife, just smiles too, watching with interest. Jongin heard a rumor about how they liked to watch people. Looks like it was true after all, and Jongin did love letting people indulge in their kinks.

She moves, pulling Jongin in with a smirk, pressing her lips to his, tongue licking his lips before he follows, kissing her like his life depended on it. She pulled him, turning so he was sitting on the cushioned bench, before straddling him, pulling her dress up over her hips. She pulled at Jongin’s dress shirt, ripping it open and letting her fingers flow down his abs. This wasn’t his usual go to kind of woman. He usually prefers them to be cute and shy, not tatted, pierced and badass. He was stunned for a moment, the feeling of her grinding on him making him lose his mind momentarily. Jongin’s hands go to the top of her dress, pulling it down and quickly removing her strapless bra. For some reason her being so different to any other woman he’s been with was a huge turn on, be it drug fueled or not. Words couldn’t describe how utterly hard it made him to see more tattoos on her ribs or that her nipples were pierced. She was a wild one, and he knew she was give him one hell of a night. His lips went to her neck, biting harshly as she moaned in his ear.

He could vaguely hear cheers, people watching them. The drug making him not even care if other people were seeing this. Her hands worked the belt open, before trying to get his cock out from his pants. Jongin’s fingers slide between her legs, feeling a lack of underwear and how drenched she was. An effect of the drug, but he’d like to think he played a part in that too.

She didn’t even wait for a condom before sinking down on his cock, moaning and arching back. “Fuck,” she mutters, shivering as she clawed at his back. Jongin’s teeth bit into the side of her breast, making her yell in pain before he slaps her ass. “Move already,” He growls, desperate for more. He wanted that friction, that dizzying feeling.

She lifted herself up, slamming back down with a whine. Jongin could vaguely hear Yixing mutter something as he glances, seeing his friend watching intently. The music that was blasting changed, as the woman riding him decided go move along with the pace. Fast and unrelenting. Jongin was amazed, his hands gripping her ass, helping her move and doing what he can to help create their rhythm. The bright colors swimming, making the woman on him look like an angel from heaven even though she, to everyone else, probably looked more like a demon from hell.

Well, Hell is for sinners, and usually they know how to have a better time, after all. At least, that’s how he was rationalizing this to himself.

The drug made everything more sensitive, meaning orgasms were fast and frequent. People wanting to have kids will sometimes uses some SN to make sure they get pregnant. Jongin could feel him nearing his first orgasm of the night. His finger went to her clit, sending her over quickly as he feels himself cum within her. He was groaning, feeling like the pleasure was strangling him.

“More,” She moaned, her back arches as she clawed out to grab onto his body. The sound of her begging him added to the thrill. “Fuck me more,” She yells over the music, and Jongin smiles.

That’s all he wanted. To be wanted, to feel like he was alluring and seductive. He pushes her to the side, watching her get on her hands and knees before he smiles, thrusting back in and hearing her scream out. He found exactly what he wanted and boy, he’s going to enjoy the night. Teeth sinking into her neck, her screaming in his ear, it was everything he could have wanted.

He didn’t remember leaving the club with her. All he knew was that they were at her place, headboard hitting the wall and keeping all her neighbors up all through the night. SN fueled fun was the best kind of fun, Jongin vaguely thinks before his eyes started to close with the early morning light.

My eyes flutter open, glancing to the window and seeing the light starting to fade and the sun going down, I groaned, frowning and looking at myself. I was nude, an arm wrapped around my waist as I look over, seeing a sleeping man. I close my eyes, trying to think back.

I took some SN, and… oh, right, or course. That’s what always happens when you take that. The throat a bit sore from a multitude of things as I stretch as much as I could.

I glance over, seeing a handsome face. At least I have good taste when I’m horny out of my mind. His hair was brown, looking soft as he started to groan. His eyes open, showing me his brown eyes before he just closes his eyes. Succubuses Nectar had a side effect of migraines sometimes. He turns, moving so he was lying on his back, showing of a toned pack of abs. He looks over, “Um… I’m Jongin.”

“I know,” I say, smiling, “I… uh… see you on the news a lot. I’m Y/N.”

“I probably should have asked your name first,” He says, his face becoming flushed.

“Well, I didn’t ask either,” I shrugged, moving towards the master bathroom. “My shower is really small, so if you want to take one, you’ll have to wait in line.”

“Oh,” He says, nodding. “Sure. Do you have a phone charger? I’m pretty sure mine is dead.”

I point at my bedside table, my cell on the wireless charger. I move into my bathroom, shutting the door behind me. Turning on the water to let it heat up, I think back to last night, and the hours of wild sex I just had. Not something I do often, and it was my first time actually trying SN. I look at myself over the mirror, seeing my neck covered in hickeys and bruises all over. The ‘Loyalty’ tattoo right above my right collar bone. On my left forearm was roses, red and looking as if they were made of metal. On my right wrist there are tally markers. One for everyone I have on my shit list that I’ve gotten revenge on. I had the gang related tattoo on my other arm, and flowers on both sides of my ribs. Tulips for my mother on one, sweet peas on the other for my sister. I frown, seeing what can only be dried semen on my arm as I just frown before turning and getting in the shower.

It didn’t take long until I was getting out and going to my room. I see Jongin there, looking up to me. I hold the tower closer, “Showers yours. Try not to use all my shampoo.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” He says, hopping out of bed. He gathers his clothes as I look at him. He passes and I see the scratches, bruises and cuts I left on him. I apparently give as good as I get. I hear the shower cut on as I start to remove my piercings in preparation for tonight. I set them on the little dish on my dresser, looking at myself now that I no longer had them in. It was weird. I look at my right eyebrow, seeing the scar where the piercing up there was ripped out two Purges ago. Absolutely don’t want that to me my nose or my nips. That would fucking suck.

I pull on a tank top, some black leggings and a jacket. I braided my hair in order to keep it out the way. I pause for a moment, looking over my phone. Apparently sometime last night we decided to shoot some pics and videos. I smile, looking as I see a video of him between my legs, looking like he was having the time of his life. I see some texts from my sister too, one with all caps asking why I would send that to her.

I laugh, quickly texting her that those were meant to tease Yixing.

‘Junmyeon was so confused when he saw that on my phone! He probably thinks I’m a perv and that we’re just really weird now!’

‘Chill. He knows I’m a godless degenerate slut AND he knows how Yixing and his bae are. He’ll understand. I know this relationship is really new for you, but trust me when I say I’m about a billion percent certain that he’s in it for the long haul with you, kiddo.’

‘How would he know you’re a godless degenerate… word?’

‘Well, I’m sure Sehun and his soon to be bride has told him the stories of the three of us together. That and I’m pretty sure I’ve fucked almost everyone in the gang AND all his friends. Congrats, sis, you got the one man who turned me down.’

‘But that doesn’t make you one of those. This isn’t the 1700s. You’re just having fun. Safely, I hope.’

‘Well, you know I don’t have to worry.’

‘STIs still exist, dummy!’

I laugh, seeing her call me dummy. God, she’s so innocent it’s amazing. I quickly text her that I have to get ready and that I’ll see her tomorrow. Setting the phone down before getting back to business. After all, tonight I was needed to do whatever Yixing wanted of us. I get my handgun from my sock drawer, loading the magazine in and attaching the holster to my leg that had a place for my knife as well. A pair of combat boots and I was ready.

Jongin comes out of the shower, in his clothes. I see his face flushed, his eyes kind of avoiding me. He checks his phone, “So about the… um… lack of a condom-”

“It’s fine,” I say, looking at him. “I’m infertile. Can’t get pregnant.”

“Oh,” He says, looking a little embarrassed. “I’m… sorry.”

“Well,” I say, “That’s what happens when a hospital likes to test on humans. Some sort of birth control gone wrong. It’s fine, though, because it means I can go out and find hot strangers and have wild, drug fueled fucking and not worry.” I smile, giving him a wink. “That sounds like way more fun than ever having children.”

He looks up at me, nodding, “Yeah… not sure if I ever want children, either.”

“Well, Jongin,” I say, smirking. “If you ever want an encore, just come find me,” I say, winking.

“What were you laughing about,” He asks, “If you don’t mind me asking, that is.”

“My sister,” I say, looking at my phone. “She’s such a good girl it’s amazing. If we didn’t look identical, people would never believe we are siblings.”

“Twins,” He asks.

I nod, “But I love her. Even if we’re the complete opposite.” I glance over, “What about you, any siblings?”

“None left,” He mutters, shrugging. “I had two sisters. Both died in a plane crash when I was ten.”

“Fuck,” I say, frowning, “That's awful. My condolences.”

He smiles sadly, opening his mouth to say something before the siren goes off. Instantly I see his face go completely pale. Jongin’s eyes wide as he suddenly looks sick. He looks at me, “It’s Purge night?!”

I nod, “Yes? Doesn’t everyone know that?”

“Can I borrow your phone,” He asks, looking at me, eyes wide.

I just nod, shrugging.

He moves, getting my phone and dialing a number. “Yixing,” He practically yells, making me wince. I roll my eyes, moving out to the kitchen. I grab and apple and moving to get a bottle of cold brew coffee from the fridge. I could hear Jongin freaking out as I just laugh quietly to myself, taking a bite of the apple. I was done with half of it before Jongin came over to me, holding the phone. I take it, smiling as I say, “Hello, Boss.”

“I’m going to need you to protect Jongin,” He says. “I know you hate babysitting duty, but he’s a friend. A very good friend. Normally he would be out of the country, but he’s an idiot.”

I frown, groaning, “Really?”

“I know,” He says, “But Jongin is willing to pay you. In anyway. You just have to get him to one of our unused safe houses.”

“The closest one is the other side of town,” I mutter, rolling my eyes. “Our closest arsenal to me, you’re there for tonight? I’m going to go and get some more supplies, then.”

“See you soon,” Yixing says before I hang up on him. I toss the rest of the apple away. I quickly down the coffee, looking at him. “We’re walking a few blocks to a supply house. My motorcycle is there, and we’ll get you something to defend yourself with should the need arise.” I look at Jongin, seeing the marks I left all over his skin, smirking from the memories. “We’re setting some rules.”

He nods, looking at me intently.

“Listen to me. Don’t go off on your own. If someone kills me, run. You know where a lot of our safe houses are, go there if something happens to me,” I say, looking at him. “Get dressed, we gotta head out.”

He moves quickly as I move towards the door. He was there and dressed in a flash, as I hand him a large, black jacket. He takes it, pulling it on as I open the door. The second it opens, see an Ax coming down at us. I grab it, holding it steadily with one arm before grabbing my knife and stabbing it into the throat of the woman holding it. The sound of her choking on her own blood was something I was used to, before I look back and see Jongin looking pale. A small cut on his face from the very edge of the Ax blade hitting him.

“When this is done,” I say, “I want the best gaming computer setup your company can make.”

Jongin just glances at me, almost looking like he was going to vomit. “Deal.”

We get to the elevator easily, going down to the ground floor. I could hear crying and screaming even though the doors. The door opens and I see a huge fight happening in the lobby of the place. I get my gon, holding it and turning the safety off, before grabbing Jongin’s arm.

The group fighting looks at me as I hold the gun out. They all have simple weapons, the blood seeping into the carpet already. Three men on one side, two on the other. One with a deep cut on his chest already.

I hold Jongin and drag him out the entrance with me.

When we’re outside, I hear the scuffle begin again behind us. Jongin lets out a shaky breath, “Fuck me,” He mutters quietly.

“Maybe after all this,” I say with a smirk.

The road wasn't a madhouse here. We were close to the Death Carnival, people usually go there, but there are some crazy people around here. I pull the man along with me, keeping an eye out. Jongin seemed like a scared little rabbit at every little noise. It was amusing and quite cute, honestly. We walked past a store who’s window was busted open, people taking jewelry and shoving them in their pockets, the ringing alarm alerting every close by. I held my gun, my finger ready to pull the trigger at any moment. I turn down an alley, pulling Jongin close to me as I glance. Blood. A lot of it.

I could hear a man begging for help as I see him crawling out an alley that connected to ours. I pull Jongin to hide behind an electrical box, looking over and watching closely. I see a small child walk over, a spoon in hand as he looked back down the alley.

“Mommy, it’s still moving,” He whines.

I see a woman walk out, holding the man and turning him over. “It’s ok Darling, you did so good. You can have the eyes for being such a good boy.”

“Yay,” The boy says, smiling as I watch him dig the spoon into the eye socket as the mother holds the man’s skull still. The kid quickly brings it to his mouth, biting down on the eye as the man is screaming in agony.

“Come on,” I say, holding my gun up and pulling him behind me.

“I think I’m going to be sick,” Jongin says quietly, following my lead.

As we walk forward, I kept my gun aimed at the mother. She looked over, hearing out steps, the knife she let go of quickly in her hand again.

“Don’t start anything and we’ll leave you two to your meal,” I say, commanding them to stay still practically.

“We’re not sharing,” She says, nodding her head to the side. “Leave. Or your eyes are next.”

“I’d hate to have to shoot you in front of your kid, but I will,” I say, putting my finger on the trigger. “Crime stops for you tomorrow, but not for me. Hurt us and I will hunt you down. I have no problem making him watch you suffer and beg for your life.”

She holds her hands up, as if to signify her giving in. As we walk around her, I felt my front facing them as I walk down the alley. As soon as she starts dragging the body of the screaming man back where they came from, I turn, quickly continuing.

Jongin looks ready to puke everything in his stomach up when we stop to give him a minute to collect himself. He leans against the wall, breathing heavily as I look, seeing racing cars passing by the road we have to cross. I see him, taking a deep breath.

“Just across the road is the arsenal. When we get there, the drive to the safe house shouldn’t take long,” I say, checking my gun. “Perks of not having to follow road laws. The side of town we’re going to is the Death Carnaval. If we can just get there, it’s pretty much deserted.” I peek from the alley, seeing no one in the road but what looks like some drunken couple getting frisky with a few dead bodies around them. I look at him seeing him finally looking at me. “Can you shoot a gun?”

“No,” Jongin says, eyes wide. “Why would I ever need to?”

“Well, you better aim well if something happens to me,” I say. “You never know on tonight of all nights. Now come on. Don’t stay too far from me.”

I leave the alley, Jongin in tow as we silently creep by the two killers covering themselves in blood. It was simple, as they are distracted. Jongin follows me quickly as we get to the small warehouse. I knock on the door, seeing a small window open in it.

The door is thrown open as I smile, seeing Yixing. “I thought you would be home with your Fiancee,” I say, moving past him.

“Well I would be if some idiots didn’t lose a thirty million dollars worth of Succubuse’s Nectar,” Yixing says, glaring at a new no names.

“Good luck finding it,” I say, looking and seeing the room stocked with any weapon imaginable. I get a rifle, strapping it to my side before getting a small handgun and a knife for Jongin.

“Safety is on the side, turn it off before you mean to shoot. Once you do, aim well and try not to hit me or else I’ll fucking kill you,” I say, giving it.

He takes it, placing it in behind him so his belt will hold it up. The knife he put in his jeans pocket.

I look at Yixing, “Sweet Pea-”

“We have people close to the clinic,” Yixing says calmly. “Your sister is there. Helping Junmyeon. If it makes you feel better, Kyungsoo is there. Already did one job for the evening.”

I nod, feeling calmer. That’s great news. Sehun and Miss. Badass sniper along with Kyungsoo? Probably the best security you can find. She’ll probably be happy to be able to help someone. Especially Junmyeon, as she knows how hard this time is for him. It sucks, seeing how sad and just… empty my likely future brother-in-law gets. The people he helps are good people. Innocent people.

Not people like me.

“Come on,” I say, moving to the front of the warehouse. “I don’t want to have to be outside all night with you following me like a little duckling.”

Another person who’s name I didn’t know opened the garage. The large doors open as I see my black motorcycle out there. I take the helmet, throwing him the spare. “Can you drive?”

“Yeah,” He says.

“Head towards the North side of town, close to the Death Carnival and I’ll instruct you where to go from there,” I say. “I’m a better gunnar, so I’ll shoot if someone dares come too close.”

He nods, starting up after putting a helmet on. I put mine on, quickly getting on after him.

We were off, Jongin driving the motorcycle like he has experience with them. I keep my eyes on the lookout, watching and seeing all the people we pass by. Jongin was a great diver, actually, easily avoiding everyone. The death and carnage around is a sight Jongin may not have been used to, but I see it all the time.

I could hear the cheers from the Death Carnival there. Some Purge nights if Yixing doesn’t have me doing anything I end up there, cheering and fucking my brains out. Never drinking or doing drugs, though. Not on Purge night. I could see the lights from there, as it was clear someone probably just won or are celebrating the win. Purple and pink lights changing with the electronic music means the fights are over.

What we couldn’t plan for was a near invisible spike strip. The tires popped as Jongin and I are both sent to the ground. I feel my skin being scraped, but it wasn’t too bad as he wasn’t going too fast as he was turning. I feel my ankle burn like it was on fire. I ignore it, quickly getting my helmet off and holding my gun up. Jongin looks better than I did, a few scrapes on his hand as he quickly took his helmet off as well. His jacket and jeans taking most of the brunt of the fall.

I feel a gun to the back of my head, “Drop it.”

I let out a small huff, setting it on the ground after taking the strap off from around me. Jongin looked at me, the gun I gave him hidden by his jacket on his side. I mouth the word wait to him, before I feel the person behind me pull me up. The second I put weight on my ankle I hiss in pain. “Oh dear,” The man says. I could hear the smile in his voice, “This will certainly make things interesting.” He turns me around, “No funny business. My wife is in the window with a scope right on your friend there,” He says, nodding his head towards Jongin. “Either of you make a move, you’re dead. Hands behind you.”

I glare, seeing him. His head completely shaved with a goatee that was getting peppered with grey. He was tall, a bit buff but not overly imposing. I put my hands behind me. He pulls on my jacket, yanking it off quickly. I glare at the person in the window, feeling as he cuffs my hands together. He looks at Jongin. “You can follow me,” He says, “Be quick, my wife hates people who dawdle behind.”

The man pulls me along, my ankle feeling on fire from pain as I just curse under my breath from it. We’re pulled into the building, and up an elevator until we’re in this industrial looking studio apartment. I see a woman, a rifle on the counter behind her and a gun pointed in our direction. Her hair in a high ponytail. It was long and bleached blonde. Her lips painted a dark red, eye makeup perfect as she was looking between Jongin and I. She had on a short skirt, large heels as she steps forward. She smiles, “Wonderful catch, darling. Prep her, will you?”

“What are you doing with her,” Jongin asked, starting to reach for his gun. The man pulling me with him as I hissed in pain from my foot.

The wife presses hers into his back, “Not so fast, lover boy. She’ll be fine as long as you can last. Your weapons. Take them and give them to me or I’ll shoot her dead right now.”

Jongin huffs, quickly handing over his gun and knife, not willing to gamble with my life.

“Come here,” The man says, “Lift her up.”

I look seeing him carry something and placing it below me. I couldn’t see what it was but I then see him walk behind us. Jongin looks up, and I look down at him. I try to convey that it’ll be ok, but even I’m not sure at this point. For all we know they could be lying about letting us go.

I feel something get placed around my neck, before some footsteps to the side.

“Let go of her,” The wife says.

Jongin steps away and I feel the, what I assume is rope tighten. My neck feeling like it was going to snap having to hold my entire body weight. I struggle, unable to breath as I get lowered. I point my toes, trying to find solid ground. They touch, barely, but it was slippery. My feet barely touching whatever I was standing on. The pressure on my throat was still there, like if I wasn’t on my tip toes I was going to be hanging again.

“What the fuck,” Jongin says, looking at me with wide eyes. He looked worried. Angry.

“You both can leave her alive if you follow our instructions perfectly,” The wife says. She smirks, “She’ll probably be missing a finger or something but that’s a fair price your letting you live.”

“What the fuck do you want,” I say, glaring at her.

“My dear husband and I… well, you see, we get off to this,” She says, smiling, “Torture. But we’re good people, so we wait until today like one should!” She shakes her head, “Shame we can’t do this every day, hm, my love?” She looks at Jongin, “Now, she will not die so long as you listen to us, is that clear.”

Jongin glares, nodding.

“Yes Mistress,” She says, glaring. “That’s the response I expect. Am I clear?”

“Yes Mistress,” He says, practically spitting the words out.

“Here’s how this works,” She says, “You do what we say to her. If you don’t want to, then you have to take a punishment for disobeying.”

My ankle was hurting so bad I had tears in my eyes. I tried to think of something, any way out of this, but so far, nothing.

“Oh dear, looks like she hurt her leg,” the woman says, “Best listen to us to get this over with quickly.” She looks at Jongin, “Wouldn’t want her to slip and hang herself. Take off your shirt.”

I see Jongin quickly take his shirt off, the kind guy I’ve come to know giving her a stink eye. I suppose even the nicest of people will get angry in the face of situations like this. I could see the scratches on his back from me last night and early this morning. She whistles, “Damn. Looks like you two fucked like rabbits.” She tosses him a knife, “Pick it up and cut her.”

“No,” Jongin says immediately, glaring at her.

“Do you want your girlfriend here to hang,” She asks, glaring at Jongin. “If you don’t do it, we will. And we’ll make it worse.”

“It’s ok,” I say, “Just do it.”

Jongin looks at me, eyes wide. He picks up the knife, walking forward, “I’m sorry,” He mutters to me quietly as he lifts my shirt.

I feel a small cut on my stomach, deeper than a paper cut but not enough to do real damage. I bite my lip, holding back the hiss of pain.

“That’s it,” She says, “Look at how beautiful it is. That shade of red. Cut the front of her shirt.” Her eyes looked at her husband, “Honey, cut the back so we can have a better canvas, hm?”

Jongin looked like he was getting angrier and angrier. I nod, before he quickly cuts the front of my shirt in half. I feel a knife at my back, doing the same before the two sides of the shirt were pulled down my arms and hanging from the chain of the handcuffs.

“Look at those tattoos,” The woman says, smiling as she walked up. My ankle on fire from trying to stand on my tiptoes. “If you do what we say, we’ll lower her a little bit so it’s easier for her to stand.”

Jongin just nods, not trusting his words right now.

She points the gun at Jongin, “Darling, will you prepare our star for what’s going to happen next.”

Our the corner of my eye, I see a man walk over to my left. I see him pick up a bucket. I felt something touch me as I see the woman with her finger with my blood on it. I watch her lick it as she pulls Jongin away. “Kiss me,” She says, “Make my husband jealous. Give him a reason to make me pay for it.”

Jongin looks disgusted, looking at me. The woman smirks at me, “Make her jealous. Kiss me like you’ve kissed her.” The man dumps the bucket over me, and I could feel the cut stinging as I gasped for air, almost slipping off the ice block. Salt water. “Make me as wet as she is. Do it or we’ll kill her.” I was completely soaked. I know exactly what’s coming next. I’ve seen this done before many times.

Fuck.

Jongin looks at her, grabbing her face and smashes his lips to hers, mouth open and kissing her like they’re the ones about to fuck one another. It made me angry to see. Her making Jongin do something like that. He’d never kiss her under any other circumstance. When he pulls away, breathing deeply for air she smiles, biting her lip. I see the woman reach into the pocket of her jacket, pulling out a hand taser. She hands it to Jongin. “Shock her,” She says.

“Are you fucking crazy,” Jongin yells, taking a step away from her.

Before I could say anything, I feel myself being lifted. The tightness around my throat stopping me from breathing as I struggled, swinging in the air for a brief moment. It felt like ages there, not breathing, the rope tightening around my throat.

“I’ll do it,” I hear Jongin yell.

I was lowered, my feet finding the ice block again as I stand on the tips of my toes, gasping for air. Before I could even comprehend what was happening, I feel the taser touch my stomach. I scream out, my body locking up from the pain. It was like my body was on fire. The saltwater making my body more conductive makes it hurt so much worse. Tears coming to my eyes as I yell in pain.

“That’s it,” I hear the man say, “Fuck that’s it.”

“Shock her when I say,” the woman says, smirking at her husband and calling him over with a finger. “Whatever I tell you to do to her, you do it.”

I see her get on her knees as the man walks over. He points his gun towards us, as I see her unbuckle his belt. “Cut her,” She says, watching as she licks the man’s cock, “On her thigh.”

I feel the blade cut me again, as I just wince. I felt like I was being cooked alive from the taser still.

“You think you can just kiss him and get away from it,” He man growls, pulling his wife's hair.

She shakes her head, “No, I’m sorry.

“Open your mouth, whore,” He says, “I’m going to fuck your mouth until you remember who you really belong to.” I hear the man groan, hand curling in his wife’s hair. “You picked good baby,” He mutters, looking over.

“Tase her,” She says, watching as she kept sucking her husband.

I feel that burning again, this time slipping from the ice. The burning combined with the panic from hanging making me terrified. I feel Jongin reach out, bringing me back to the ice again.

“Cut her face and lick it,” The man groans, before looking down at his wife, “Let me fuck your mouth. You’ve proven to be a slut I might as well fuck your throat. You’d like that, huh?”

“Fuck yes,” She mutters, “Fuck my throat until I can’t speak!”

Standing on the ice I was about as tall as Jongin was. He frowns, looking like he regrets having to do this as he cuts my cheek. When he leaned forward, I whisper as quietly as possible, “There is a knife in my boot. Your right.”

His tongue licks the wound. I couldn’t help but remember last night and this morning with him, how crazy we were with one another. When he pulls away, he winks at me, telling me he heard.

“Shock her,” the man groans, as I look at see him fucking his wifes throat now. The sound of it echoing in the room. Her make up running and her lipstick all over. She looked sloppy, but I suppose that’s what this sick fuck likes.

Jongin does, and I let out a yell of pain before slipping from the ice again. He gets down, grabbing my legs and puts them on the ice again. I feel the knife leave my boot as Jongin hid it quickly in the pocket of his jeans.

We hear a groan, seeing the couple separate. He looked in bliss and she was smiling. I see her stand, smiling at her husband. She walked over, spitting his cum at my face. I glare at her, feeling it land on my cheek and lips. In her hand the gun was gone as the husband turns around.

Before I could say anything I see Jongin puts one hand over her mouth, the other stabbing into her neck a few times. The blood spraying into the air from where he caught the artery. He was instantly covered in it, Jongin looking like a wild animal that has been backed into a corner. He grabs the gun, the husband turns, his eyes wide with rage as he fires at Jongin. I see the bullet grazed him as the husband barrels towards him in an unthinking rage. They both fall, the guns falling too as the man’s leg kicked the ice block.

I was swinging, trying to breath. Panic set in, unable to focus on Jongin as I could feel myself losing consciousness. The fear tormenting me knowing my neck could snap at any moment.

I feel someone’s arms around me, before lifting me up. I gasped, seeing the knife above me cutting the rope.

I look, seeing the man on the ground, throat cut and blood pooling around him. I fell against Jongin, who eased me to the ground. He moves, checking their pockets and finds the key to the handcuffs. Once off, I take the pieces of my shirt and wipe the cum from my face, disgusted.

“Do you want my shirt,” Jongin asks, looking at me, hands moving to hold my face.

“No,” I say, “We need to get to the safe house quickly. We’re almost there, the bike is probably gone.”

“How far is it,” Jongin asks, quickly pulling on his shirt.

“A few blocks,” I say, trying to catch my breath, “hidden in the basement of an abandoned building.”

“Hop on my back,” He says, leaning over and grabbing the run. “We’ll get there quicker. You can use the gun and kill anyone who gets too close.”

The run there seemed like it was quicker than when we rode. My adrenaline was pumping as Jongin ran, hands holding my gets as I used one arm to hold onto him, the other with the gun. A person ran at us, Jongin slowed and I managed to get him in the chest. He kept coming, looking like he was tweaked out on something as I shot again, this time in the leg as he finally fell. Jongin ran past then, as I instructed him to go down a set of stairs in an alleyway. No one was there as we see a keypad.

“Two, three, eight,six,nine, zero, four,” I say, as he pinned them in. The door unlocks, opening to a small room with yet another door. This one a hand print reader. I push my hand to it, watching it scan before it lit up green. Jongin opens the door, walking inside and shutting it behind us.

The room was small. A bed, a TV, a small desk with a mini-fridge beside it and a small bathroom. Jongin sets me down on the bed, before moving into the bathroom. “There’s no first aid,” He says, coming back out the bathroom. I could see his hands shaking.

I grab them, looking him in the eyes. “Jongin,” I say, “It’ll be ok. You barely cut me.”

He looks at me, nodding.

“Is that the first time you’ve ever had to kill someone,” I ask.

Jongin nods, “First time I’ve even hurt anyone.”

“It’s ok. If you didn’t, who knows what they would have done,” I say, pulling him to sit down next to me. “For all we know, they were lying.”

“I can’t,” Jongin mutters, “I can’t deal with this now.”

“What do you need,” I ask.

“Distraction.”

“Well, there’s a TV. You could wa-”

Jongin’s hands grab my face, pulling it to his. Lips meeting mine quickly, before I feel his tongue. I just let go, opening my mouth and moving to sit on his lap, I pulled away, letting out a small sound of pain from my ankle before he looks at my leg.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” He says, lips kissing my neck.

I wince, “Not the neck either.”

“Right,” He says, nodding. I pull my sports bra over my head, rolling my hips against his. This probably wasn’t the best way to deal with traumatic things, but who am I to tell him what to do. I’ve done the same in similar situations, after all. I pull his shirt over his head, before getting up carefully.

Jongin got what I wanted as he started to strip the rest of his clothes off. I was as careful as I could pulling my shoes and socks off. The pants and underwear went quickly too, before I turn. Jongin’s hands lift me, before setting me onto the twin size bed. I blinked and he was between my legs, trailing kisses down my stomach.

It felt like years, the two of us absorbed with one another. Seemed like there was nothing I could do to satisfy him completely. He’d cum one minute and be hard against the next. He was careful with my injuries, but my mind was mush, unable to form intelligent thoughts after a while.

Now, I was on my stomach, my hips raised with the pillows. Every thrust was hard, making me moan out as I was starting to lose my voice between the yelling and the hanging. I could hear the chime of my phone as I reach over, able to just get my pants before pulling them closer. I got it out the pocket. Caller I.D. reading ‘Boss’.

“Hey Boss,” I say, gripping at the blanket below me. I was trying not to scream into the phone as Jongin didn’t even pause or slow for me to answer the phone.

“Haven’t heard from you,” He says, “You were supposed to call me when you got Jongin to the safe house.”

“Been a bit bus-oh fuck! Busy,” I say, “He’s safe and happily trying to fuck me to death. Do’ya mind?”

I hear Yixing laugh, “You’re insatiable. Purge is over, by the way. I expect to see you tomorrow night.”

He hangs up and I drop the phone, feeling Jongin push into me with what seemed like renewed vigor.

“Do you want me to cum in you again,” He asks, “Fill you up completely?”

“Fuck yes,” I moan, toes curling.

I feel him go still, the feeling of more warm cum in me as he thrusts one last time. Before I can think he’s flipped me onto my back, the pillows tossed to the side. His eyes locked between my legs as I feel the cum oozing out. I reach down, feeling some on my fingers and bring them to my mouth. I lick, smiling before winking. “You filled me so good, Jongin,” I mutter.

“But you didn’t cum again,” He says smirking before leaning down. Fingers smearing his cum all over my sex, making me throw my head back in a moan as they brushed my clit. I look just in time to see his tongue sticking out and I feel it connect. It didn’t matter if it was his cum all over, he didn’t care as he pushed two fingers into me, curling them just the perfect amount. The tightness in my lower belly completely going crazy as I screamed out, having another orgasm that night. He pulls away, moving and licking his fingers. I could see his release on his tongue as I pulled him towards me, licking into his mouth. After, he moved, head resting on my stomach as he was breathing deeply.

I felt weird. Awkward. Usually I was falling asleep immediately, but I couldn’t stop thinking about Jongin. He moves, sitting up before looking for his clothes. “Purge is over, so I’ll just get a ride home,” He says, not looking at me. He pulls his pants and underwear on quickly, “Thanks, for keeping me alive.”

I sigh quietly, sitting up and quickly grabbing his shirt as I stand, biting back a sound of pain. He looks at me, confused expression as I bite my lip, feeling incredibly awkward. “So, I’m not the best at this, but I feel like I need to say somethi-”

“It’s fine. We don’t need to say anything. After today we’re just going our separate ways,” He says, moving to me and trying to grab his shirt. I pull it out of his reach.

“Have you ever done that before,” I ask, looking him in the eyes.

“Sex,” He asks, confused, “I’m pretty sure you know the answer.”

“Killed someone,” I say, looking at him in the eyes. He practically flinched when I said it. I nod, getting my answer, “The first time is hard and I know I’m a huge hypocrite saying this, but… in self defense or defense of people who can not defend themselves, you shouldn’t think of it like… cold blooded murder.”

“They said they were not going to-”

“People lie, Jongin,” I say, reaching up and turning his face to look me in the eyes back. “I could have died multiple times. My neck could have snapped. You took a chance and saved me from that. Who knows what those sick fucks would have wanted.”

“Have you killed people?”

“You’ve seen me d-”

“Before. Nights that are not Purge nights,” He asks.

I sign, nodding. “I work for a mafia. I’m a professional at getting secrets out of people. Shit that they’ve done to me I’ve done to others. I’ve done worse, but never to people who don’t deserve it.”

“Who are you to decide that,” Jongin asks, backing away from me. The look of horror on his face hurt more than I expected.

“Because the people I do that kind of shit to are people who’ve hurt innocent people. They use their money to get out of hurting the poor. They’ve murdered and gotten away with it on technicalities. They’ve stolen from the less fortunate to give to themselves. But the worse? People who hurt children,” I say, my voice cracking as I realize there are tears streaming down my face. “People like my father…”

Jongin looks at me, eyes wide with pity.

“My sister doesn’t even know that I… killed him,” I mutter, “She just thought it was one of his business associates, but it was me. The Triad was looking to squash him for years but didn’t have the chance, so when I did it, they just… offered me a job.” I look at Jongin, “I had to. To remove people like that, to keep my sister safe, but even then I failed. She was almost killed last year. All because I underestimated some sick fuck.”

I walk forward, my ankle screaming in pain, “You protected me. You killed someone, but if you didn’t they could have killed us. Who knows, they’ve probably killed before. Stop people from seeking revenge later on.” I point, hitting him in the chest, “Try to distract yourself all you want, but it happened, Jongin. It may not have felt like the right thing to do, but it was. I just hope one day you see that.” I throw his shirt at his face, moving to my clothes.

Jongin said nothing, just watching me as I get dressed. I quickly finish tying my shoes, before limping towards the door, my phone in hand. I didn’t look back, getting uber quickly thankfully. The streets are being cleaned of blood and gore as I get inside, seeing just as Jongin walked out. I gave him a nod before taking off.

I shake my head, getting my sister on the line and calling. “Hey, mind if I shower and nap at your place?”

I stretch, groaning as I wake up from my nap. I see the newly wedded Mrs. Zhang sitting there, watching the television with a glass of wine. A long red dress on her as she takes a sip, looking over. “Good morning,” She smiles, “Long night?”

“Tell your husband that if she has me work two days no sleep again, I’m going to make him pay for it.”

“Well, he did let you pass out here, after all.”

“He didn’t have a choice,” I say, popping my neck. “Fuck, you both had this dinner part tonight, right? I’ll get out of here befo-”

“Stay,” She says.

I laugh, “I’m hardly dressed for the occasion.”

“That doesn’t matter. Just use one of the spare toothbrushes to brush your teeth because your morning breath isn’t pleasant.”

“You have spare toothbrushes,” I ask, looking at her.

“They just hand them out at the dentist,” She says, shrugging taking another sip.

Standing, I move towards the closest bathroom. I find a few of those small bags with toothbrushes and a small toothpaste. It was quick, thankfully I forced Yixing to let me take a shower before I passed out on one of their many couches. I leave, seeing some people walking in. Dresses and suits. I see Junmyeon and my sister, both dressed in their best. My sister looked at me, smiling before walking over.

“I didn’t know you would be here,” she says, pulling me into a hug.

“I passed out on Yixing couch,” I say, looking at Junmyeon, “Hey, Doc.”

He smiles, “You look nice.”

“Thanks for lying,” I say, hugging him too. “I’m just going to get some free food and then bounce. The night is young, after all. Spent the last two days working, I need a little fun in my life.”

“Don’t forget some ice cream,” My sister says, winking.

“I still have a freezer full of what you made for me.”

A few more minutes and I wave, moving to get to the kitchen to sneak some food with me. I bump into someone, frowning. “Why don’t you wa… oh.”

My eyes wide, looking at Jongin standing before me. The navy colored suit he wore was perfectly pressed, his hair back and out of his face as he just looked at me with shock.

My mind was frozen as I see him. I turn, moving towards the door. I feel him catch my arm, pulling me back.

“You were right,” He says. “That morning. You were right. I shouldn’t blame myself. Turns out, they killed a lot of people… but that didn’t matter either. I did what I did because they were hurting you.” He gulps, looking very shy right now. “I’m glad I ran into you. I’ve been meaning to get that off my chest for a while now.”

I smile at him, nodding. I look around, seeing every dressed in their best before smiling at Jongin. I nod my head towards the door, “Wanna get out of here? Get some real dinner and not some stupid fancy shit?”

“I could use a cheeseburger,” He nods.

“Well lucky for you, I know the best place in town to get one,” I say with a grin.

As we leave, I see Jongin stop by a man taller than him. His white colored dyed hair styled perfectly as he looked at Jongin, nodding. Jongin catches up, grabbing my hand with his before pulling me towards the door.

“By the way,” He says as we walk towards all the cars here, “I’m thinking of this as a date.”

“Is it considered too slutty that I put out before even the first date, then,” I ask as a joke.

“Who cares,” He says, “Life is short. Live it up the way you want.”

I couldn’t help but smile and agree to that.

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