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pleasantanathema · 4 years ago

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Pairing: Tetsurō Kuroo x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Warnings: Consensual non-con (reader and Kuroo have agreed together to engage in a consensual non-consensual situation), degradation, rough sex, dirty talk, biting, choking, hair pulling, mentions of blood, spit, and smoking cigarettes

Word Count: 6k

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Kuroo always took pride seeing you on stage, especially when you wore those provocative gowns that he bought for you. He sat back in his chair, one arm crossed across his chest while the other nursed a glass of bourbon to his lips. Tonight, you were more sensual than he’d seen you before, your hands cupped around the microphone, hips swaying as you sang. You were a harpy culling her crowd. The designer dress was dripping from your curves, every seam crafted to hug your body. He couldn’t keep his eyes off your waist, couldn’t keep his eyes off the high cut of the slit that exposed the smooth flesh of your thigh. He knew every man in that room was doing the same, all of them lost to the delirium of melody, but none of them got to have you like he did.

You never asked for the dresses, or the shoes, or the pearls, or his favorite color of lipstick; no, you never asked for anything, his seductive little songbird. But you always said thank you, a peculiar glint in your eyes that he knew you saved only for him.

His station in life as the leader of the Nekoma Mafia allotted him any woman he wanted in Tokyo—and he had plenty of playthings, but you? You were his favorite. You always fucked him like you loved him, let him do anything he pleased and still begged for more. But then you’d always let him go; there was no pleading, no big eyes and pouty lips begging him to stay the night. You let him be who he was, let him do whatever the fuck he wanted to, never asked where he was or what he did or who he killed, and it was your indifference to him that kept him coming back.

He wanted to make you beg for him to stay, but tonight, he wanted you to beg for him to stop.

Your voice rang in his head unconnected to the lyrics you were singing.

You can force me to fuck you any time you want, Tetsurō—god his name sounded good in your mouth, even in his thoughts—surprise me one night. I’ll say no, I’ll fight back, but only stop if I say our safeword.

The two of you had this conversation a few months ago and, at the time, he hadn’t thought much of it, still too blissed out after fucking your face underneath his desk. You’d still been swallowing his cum when he mentioned how he liked to take control of you like that, all rough hands and violent kisses that left bruises even on your cheeks where he had pulled you in to suck his cock.

But now, after too many weeks of being away from you on business, he’d had a lot of time for the exchange to settle into ruminations. He came here tonight with the full intention of forcing himself onto you after you stepped off that stage, and the image in his mind alone was enough to have him resituating his aching cock in his trousers.

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Of course you spotted him in the crowd. He was unmistakable, black hair simmering beyond the heat of the stage lights. You couldn’t help but keep your eyes on him for a little too long at moments, excitement curling inside your belly.

You hated to admit to yourself that you’d missed him, that you’d been looking for him within the throngs of people every night, just hoping to catch a glimpse of golden eyes and a loosened tie in his usual spot in the back of the nightclub.

And there he was, eyeing you down like a predator would his prey, a grin so cavalier and catlike it made you shiver. The sleeves of his white dress shirt were already rolled up like he was prepared to sink his fingers into you at any moment.

It was hard to focus on your set, hard to keep your attention on other members in the crowd. Your hands were sweating and you were glued to the microphone out of fear that, if you let go, you’d wander right off the stage and into his lap. It was an agonizing, and quite titillating, half hour of singing.

You made a beeline to your dressing room in the back after taking a bow and blowing a few kisses, foregoing mingling at the bar with patrons. You needed to wash your hands, you needed to take a breath before you went out to see him, before you hurriedly texted him to come meet you.

But he was already there, a fresh cigarette between thumb and forefinger as he lounged against the doorframe to your room.

“Hey, kitten, been a while.”

His voice had your hair standing on end, made you stumble in your stride.

“Tetsurō,” a smile pulled at your cheeks, “you’re in my way.”

“I would say give me a password, but I suppose a kiss will do.”

You stood before him, plucking the cigarette from his fingers and pressing it to your lips for a drag. Your weight shifted to one heeled foot, your eyes never leaving his as you took a long inhale of the menthol and tobacco, the cherry of the cigarette growing hot.

He reached for you, pulling you against him so his lips could capture the smoke, drinking in the taste. You both groaned at the contact, a voltaic hum syncing your bodies together. His lips were forceful, commanding, taking the lead and easily prying yours apart for him to explore the familiar home of your mouth. The action felt natural, but you could sense there was something unknown pent up inside of him.

Your free hand fumbled with the doorknob behind him, the other holding the ashen cigarette at a safe distance away.

“Mhm, did you miss me?” he mumbled against your lips, hand trailing down the satin of your dress to trace the slit at your thigh. Long, nimble fingers curled up to find your panties.

“Not very much,” you were being cheeky, but he didn’t have to catch that.

“Oh yea? Your pussy tells me otherwise.”

A sharp moan erupted from your throat as his middle finger pressed against the dampness of your panties, his forefinger following and circling against your clit.

“Fuck—get, get in the room,” you breathed, finally getting purchase on the knob and shoving him and his greedy hands into your dressing room.

Kuroo snatched the cigarette back from your hand, taking in a pull before smothering it into the ashtray on the vanity built into the wall.

You stood before the mirror, catching a flash of him moving behind you. You felt hot, a little overwhelmed, and you weren’t sure if it was the heat from the bulbs that lined the edges of your dressing table, or if it was his presence making you edgy.

His hands were back on your hips as you removed your earrings and set them onto the table. His fingers were eager, one hand ghosting up your body to slide down the strap of your dress so he could kiss and suck at your neck and shoulder.

“Shame you didn’t miss me,” there was a tonal shift in his voice, the timbre deeper, darker, “cause I sure did miss that pretty little mouth of yours.”

His fingers dug into your jaw, roughly pulling your face to the side so he could nip at the corner of your lips.

“Easy,” you warned, pressing your elbow back against him to get some space.

“Easy? Oh kitten, there will be no easy, tonight. I haven’t had you in weeks, and I’m taking what I want.”

Realization washed over you after a few heartbeats. You grinned against the fingers pressing into your cheeks, knowing and delighted.

“Sorry, Tetsurō,” you added a vile bite to his name as you pulled your face from his grip, “I’m not interested tonight.”

“Not interested?” he sneered, that wild, feline smirk back in its place.

He was still behind you, pressing up against your back with fingers digging into the flesh of your thigh. He eyed you through the mirror. He looked menacing behind you, amber eyes narrowed and glowing within the reflection of yellow lights. You’d almost forgotten how big he was; his broad body dwarfed yours, meaty shoulders caging around you, strong, round biceps curling underneath your arms as he encircled you in a tight embrace. You were drawn to the moving hand on your leg, the entirety of his palm almost eclipsing your thigh as desirous fingers once again crept towards your pussy.

“You should leave,” you meant for the words to sound serious, but there was clearly an underlying, breathy want within your voice.

“Absolutely not,” he sunk his teeth into the juncture of your shoulder and neck, groaning at the taste of your skin, “I came here for you.”

You held back your moan, struggling within his hold. Your hands flew over his, one on your thigh, the other on your stomach, bidding to pry off his ironclad fingers.

“Get off me.”

He only pulled you deeper into him, his grip tighter, teeth harsher. You winced at the pain of his bite. You struggled again, panting as you found no fruition to your efforts. God he was strong, and he was barely using any of his power to hold you.

You stepped a heeled foot onto his, jamming the stiletto into the leather of his shoe. He hissed and shoved you forward, sending your hips to knock into the edge of the vanity.

“I said get off me!”

You thought he’d hesitate, that he would take a moment to see if you really meant it, but you were mistaken.

He was into the game now.

“I like it when you’re feisty, kitten.”

You turned around to say something, but he was already on you, already one step ahead. The moment you turned, he had you in his arms, using his strength to lift you up onto the hot vanity.

“Tetsurō—!”

“Oh, shut up, you little slut, I know you want me, there’s no need to hide it.”

His hands were on your legs, in your dress. Too easily he tore at the fabric, the threads snapping like crackling fireworks against your skin. You gasped, pressing your hands against his shoulders, pushing at him with a genuine amount of strength to which he didn’t budge.

“Fuck, you can’t just—”

“Yes, I fucking can,” he scoffed, continuing to tear at the seam that lined the side of your gown, “don’t forget who spoils you.”

“Yea, a fucking mob boss,” you slighted, digging your nails into his wrist as if that would stop him.

He slapped your left cheek, hard, quick, like the fast swipe of a panther swatting at restless prey. Your neck swung to the side and you moaned, deep and strained from your chest. Your face throbbed, blood welling under your smarting skin like it was trying to figure out what happened and how to dull the pain, even though the pain was blossoming into pleasure.

“I’m someone who could end your life any time I want to, kitten. I can either hunt you down here or somewhere else, so I suggest you stop fighting.”

The gown was finally tugged from your body, and what was left of its shape fell down to your sides, the fabric caught underneath where you sat on the vanity.

With his hands free, he cradled your face, palms engulfing your cheeks. He forced you to look up at him. When you did, it brought you back to reality. He appeared wicked, enthralled, you could practically see thoughts churning inside his mind like the inner workings of a clock—he always was too smart for his own good, or, perhaps, for your own good. Your irises danced over the handsome planes of his face, over the feline curve of his eyes, over the full lips that you truly had missed feeling against yours. But you held yourself back; if he wanted to force you, you’d damn well let him.

“You’re mine, all mine.”

“No, I’m not yours. You don’t own me.”

His thumb caught to the edge of your lips, keeping them parted.

“Oh kitten,” he purred, sucking his tongue back into his mouth.

Your heart began to race as you heard a swish.

He spit down onto you, a slow, viscous string of saliva dripping from his mouth onto yours where he kept your lips pried open.

“I do own you.”

You tried to turn your face, but his hold was firm, keeping you from avoiding his territorial marking.

“Stop,” your voice was weak.

“Drink it all up like a good little girl.”

He shoved himself between your thighs, getting even closer as he watched your eyebrows furrow while you obediently licked your tongue along your lips, gathering his saliva to gulp down.

He groaned aloud at the sight, smashing his mouth down on to yours, wet and messy from spit. You didn’t kiss him back. You kept pressing back against his shoulders, trying to pull one of your knees up between your bodies to push him away, but he was quick. One of his hands snatched your thigh, roughly pressing it back down against the table to keep you in place. His mouth still worked against yours, hungry and ferocious, taking from you even though you weren’t giving anything back.

You needed to do something before you gave into him, before you wrapped your arms around him and spoiled the fun. He was intoxicating, especially with one of his hands drifting around your back to unhook your bra with ease.

One of your hands slid to his loosened tie, fingers entangling in the red fabric. You tugged, hard, attempting to force his mouth away from yours; he merely chuckled, continuing to pull at your own clothing, a little too effortlessly removing the cups of your bra from your breasts.

As cool air swept over your exposed nipples, you shivered and groaned, attempting to swat away the strong hand reaching to grope one of them.

You bit his greedy mouth, sharp and quick, catching his bottom lip between one of your canine teeth. He reacted immediately, shoving your head back against the mirror so harshly that a thick crack burst into the reflective glass.

“Fuck!” it was both of your voices shouting together, you cupping your aching skull and Kuroo fingering his busted lip.

“God you fucking bitch, you’ll pay for that.”

Blood was slick down his chin, the plump flesh of his lip noticeably pierced and split.

Your instincts were telling you to apologize, but you kept them at bay, choosing instead to take the moment to attempt to dash around his side towards the locked door. The remnants of your ruined dress fell to the floor as you quickly stood from the vanity, feet nearly tripping over one another in your heels.

“Oh no you don’t!” He caught your upper arm, swinging your helpless body back towards his. The severity of his motions had your legs buckling underneath you, your balance completely lost. He caught you before you hit the floor, keeping his arms tight around your nearly naked body as he maneuvered you to where he wanted you.

“Tetsurō,” your fingers were clawing into his forearms, feet dragging against the hardwood as he wrangled you to stand in front of him, “let me go.”

You were startled to see yourself in the mirror, having already forgotten your nakedness. You both looked disheveled, wild, his normally pristine shirt wrinkled, the white collar soaking up the drippings of blood from his mouth. You had bite marks on your neck, dark and glaring against your skin, your breasts shaking as you struggled against his encroaching arms—it was sensual, to watch yourself wrestle against him, to see his smoldering eyes watching you just as intently in the mirror. You caught a glimpse of your panties, the rustling of your bodies against one another having pushed the fabric higher on your hips, and deeper within your sopping folds.

One of Kuroo’s hands settled around your throat, using his fist as an anchor to keep your body still. His grip was harsh, fingertips solid but dormant against the sides of your neck, but there was the lingering threat that all he had to do was twist, squeeze, or press, and you’d never sing again, perhaps never leave this room again.

“Do you know what normally happens to people who fight me?” he tilted your neck back in his hold, bringing your ear closer to his mouth.

Your eyes stared at him through the reflection, your attention not leaving his face even as his free hand began to stroll across your body, fingertips tracing figure-eights on your stomach, climbing toward your breasts.

“Answer me when I speak to you, slut.”

“N-no,” it was hard to gulp underneath his palm, saliva pooling against your tongue, “I don’t know…”

“Oh yes you do, you just don’t like thinking about it.”

You could feel him smirk against your ear, see the catlike grin spreading like wildfire in the mirror.

He groped your breast, fingers brutal against your sensitive skin, pressing into the fatty flesh with unbridled possessiveness. It was painful, making your back arch away from the touch and into his chest. But it was stimulating all the same, your nipple hardening and beckoning to be pinched, tugged, owned by his hand.

“I kill the people who displease me, kitten,” he disclosed, admiring how large his hand looked against your breast as he kneaded your flesh. His knuckles were scattered with bruises, ring finger still forming a fresh scab from a recent altercation that required his fist. His skin looked barbaric compared to yours, scars and bruises against a fresh, smooth body.

He captured your nipple, wringing it between thumb and forefinger. Your whine was stopped by his hand, trapped within your vocal cords and unable to emerge under his grip.

“I could kill you so easily…” there was a pleasured grumble within his voice, bloodied mouth now kissing at the column of your neck between his spread fingers, “does that turn you on?”

You tried to shake your head, your hands pushing at both of his forearms in an attempt to free yourself. He only clutched onto you more tightly, your nipple now stinging from pain, your vision blurring from the decreased oxygen to your brain.

There was a panic brewing in your belly that you didn’t expect, true fear creeping up your spine. You knew you could mutter out your safeword and he would stop...or at least, so you thought. He looked lost within the mirror, bloodstained face almost drunk with power, his cock hard and nudging between your ass cheeks. He was getting high from this, and while you could feel a craving gnawing inside of you to give yourself up to him, there was also an edge of reality still pressing into your thoughts. Kuroo was dangerous, and if he wasn’t careful, if he crushed into your windpipe just a little too hard, and he’d have a mess on his hands, a dead plaything to throw in the dumpster behind the nightclub.

“Do you know how many mouthy whores I’ve had to get rid of? I’ve learned it’s so easy to snap pretty little necks,” his fist grew tighter around your throat to emphasize his point.

“Don’t say things like that,” you gasped, nails nearly tearing into the skin of his wrist.

His hand released your breast, your skin hot and burning from his harsh ministrations. But the reprieve was brief, his fingers snaking down your body and into your panties. You jerked your hips backwards to avoid his touch, only to find yourself grinding against the fat cock straining against his pants.

“I think you like what I’m saying,” he emphasized his words by running the pad of his index finger over your clit, your body shivering at his touch. He laughed in your ear, pressing his hips firmly against your body as you struggled to get out of his hold.

His fingers were ruthless. He spread you apart, sliding between your shamefully dripping folds with quick ease. His palm was cupped against your sex, thumb shoved directly against your clit as the other long digits prodded your tight hole. You tried to clamp your legs shut, but his hand was more durable than you expected. There was no physical way you could wiggle yourself out of this situation, and that realization alone had a concoction of panic and pleasure toiling inside your belly.

You bit your lip to stop the moans from bubbling out of your mouth.

You’d always loved his fingers; they were long, thick, perfect for curling inside you and finding that fleshy patch against your inner walls that had you shaking and panting. Two of them pushed inside of you, your panties ruined and forgotten against your thigh. He wasn’t gentle. Each move of his hand was a satisfying jab into your pussy, jolts of hard pleasure racing up your spine. And his thumb was just as merciless. He twirled it in tight circles across your sensitive clit, the bliss turning hot under your skin.

“Stop, stop, please stop, it’s too much!”

He knew the words were a lie, he could tell by how your legs were shaking.

You were Kuroo’s favorite instrument to play, he knew your melodies of ecstasy by heart. You might be able to cull him with that siren’s voice of yours, but he could string you along no other man could.

Your slick was dripping against his fingers now, each squelching push of his fingers had you pressing farther into him. His cock was nestled perfectly between your ass cheeks and each convulsion of your body, every clenching, stimulated him just as much.

“Fuck, no, no, you have to stop, Tetsuroō, please!”

“Shut. Up.”

His hand squeezed tighter around your throat, your eyelids fluttering at the increased loss of vision as your oxygen flow waned.

Kuroo watched you in the mirror, watched how your stomach was tightening, your thighs clamping together, knees buckling together from his invasive touch. You could see him watching you behind your closing lids, could see his smirk growing like a weed in a garden.

You felt his fingers begin to curve inside of you, wrist twisting to get the perfect angle. You were gasping, trying to catch short breaths beneath his hand before your inevitable fall.

“T-tet—”

You came hard and fast, the pleasure so blinding that you slumped within his hold, knees dropping to where the only thing holding your body up were his hands. Your cunt was aching, now cinching his fingers inside of you almost painfully. You cried out, sobbing at the intensity of it all, tears pricking at your lashes. Your body was humming, buzzing, almost like you’d left your skin and were hovering above your body in a cloud of euphoria.

He kept pushing his fingers inside of you, thumb never ceasing against your clit.

“Stop! Stop!” you were screaming it a little too loud now, if someone were to walk by your dressing room, they’d hear you. Kuroo’s hand flew to your mouth, finally giving your neck a reprieve from his monstrous grip. You exhaled shakily into his palm, your body calming down as his hand between your thighs came to a halt.

“I’m not stopping, kitten. No one could stop me now. I think your filthy little body is finally warmed up enough for my cock, what do you think?” his voice was husky against your ear, breath fanning into your hair.

“N-no! Anything but that, please don’t, Tetsuroō, please, I’m sorry!”

Your words were muffled against his palm, tears now streaming into his hand.

You didn’t expect that you could actually get yourself to cry—were you truly scared? Or had you fallen deeper into your role than you expected?

Kuroo paid your sounds little mind.

Your body was weak as he pushed you forward, hand releasing your face to grab the back of your head as he pressed your face into the vanity. Your legs were shaking, wobbly within your heels with your ass pressed into the air like this, your hands flat against the counter. You took a few moments to take deep breaths, your eyes focusing on the table. The ashtray was still lightly smoking from the half-smoked cigarette that had been shoved into it, your lipstick and earrings appearing like lost treasures drifting upon a sea out before you.

You heard the clinking of Kuroo’s belt buckle behind you, felt his hand secure itself into your hair, keeping your face smashed against the vanity’s surface.

Then his other hand was on your ass, kneading your flesh before smacking the rounded flesh. You winced, hissing between your teeth.

“You’re a worthless whore, I don’t know why I even bother with you anymore.”

That jab stung more than your smarting ass cheek.

You whimpered, closing your eyes as you felt his hand pull at your panties, once again shifting them to the side so he could access your weeping pussy, already spent from your first orgasm.

“Mhm, I can’t wait to see you cry when you're stuffed with my cock.”

“Stop this, please. I’ll do anything else you want, I-I swear!”

You felt the hot tip of his cock press against your folds, gathering your slick against his heated skin. You tried to angle your hips away, but Kuroo drew the back of your panties up into his fist, using them like reins to keep you in place.

“I don’t think you understand, kitten. This is what I want.”

He shoved his cock ruthlessly inside of you, the sharp pain of being spread racing across your nerves. You cried out, mouth hanging open against the cold countertop as his cock speared into your insides. But that pain quickly morphed into pleasure, his hips snapping up against yours with a ferocity that had moans spilling from your mouth even as you tried to stop them.

Your body was bouncing from his actions, ass slapping against his unbuttoned slacks as he pounded inside of you. There would surely be cum stains against the threads once he was done.

“Such a helpless little thing, aren’t you? Couldn’t stop me even though you tried.”

And you had tried. You told him you’d fight back if he ever wanted to play like this, and you expected that you’d be able to stave him off to some extent. But you hadn’t been able to. Every attempt to run, to move, to get him to stop, had been futile. He was too strong, his will too powerful for you to overcome. And that’s what had you quaking beneath him; you’d truly fallen prey to him, and you knew that if this ever wasn’t play, he would probably use even more force against you. You were helpless, save for the trust you had in him.

He kept a tight pull on your panties as he fucked you. His fingers were fisted around the fabric, pulling it tight against your skin, keeping it molded against your clit as his cock continued to barrel inside of you. Your walls were clamping down from all the sensations, fluttering with every thrust of his fat cock inside of you. You could feel that familiar, thick vein that ran along the underside of him rubbing against your pussy with every plunge. You felt stuffed, like your body was taking on more than you could handle.

“St-stop,” it came out with a moan.

“You know you love it,” he groaned, loud and deep and it made you shiver, “you love it when I treat you like the slut you are.”

You weakly threw your hands behind you, hoping to claw at him, to throw him off his game, but all he had to do was fist his fingers into the roots of your hair and tug to get you to stop. You screamed at the searing pain, not used to him pulling your hair so roughly. Your neck arched back at the force, lifting your breasts from the cool table to bounce with his thrusts. Your hands were slick with sweat as you trained to gain purchase on the vanity, lewd sounds pouring from your mouth with every thrust of him inside of you.

With his hand jerking your head back, now you could see him again in the mirror.

He was grinning, that smear of blood still staining his lips, his chin. He looked wild, black hair tousled even more than usual from your tryst. The sight of him had your heart racing, blood pumping even faster to where your bodies were joined together. You loved that look in his eye, like at any moment he was going to devour you and spit you back out spent and needy. You felt violated, wrecked, but you knew he wasn’t going to stop soon.

“You like watching, kitten? Like watching me stuff this pretty pussy of yours?”

“I hate you,” you spit the words out like venom, narrowing your eyes at him through the reflection.

“Say that again and I’ll slap you harder than I did earlier.”

Your cheek stung with the memory of his palm.

Before you could open your mouth again, he increased his pace, using the leverage of his hands in your hair and around your panties to slam you back into his cock as if you weighed nothing, as if you were nothing.

Curses painted your lips each time his cock stretched you again, and again, and again, as the angle he pulled you into had his cock brushing against that sweet spot inside of you. Your underwear was pulled even tighter than before, each jostle of your bodies making the fabric rub against your swollen clit. The feeling of orgasm was growing again, your senses constantly being propelled into a state of bliss every time he took a deep stroke inside of you.

“You think you’re special, don’t you? That’s why—fuck—you think you can tell me no? You’re just another whore to fuck,” he was growling, panting, “that’s all you are, you’re pathetic.”

His words felt like acid on your skin, burning you, heating you in all the wrong ways, but your body loved it, soaked up every curse and slight and turned it into boiling pleasure.

“Fuck, stop! I don’t wanna cum, I don’t wanna cum!”

“You’re gonna cum, kitten. Cum so that little pussy gets tight enough to milk my cock.”

You clenched your lower muscles, genuinely trying to avert the churning coil of pleasure inside of you, but all it did was make matters worse. Your pussy kept sucking him in, each thrust messy, loud, your ass slapping against his slacks and slick pooling down your thighs.

“Oh you feel so good, feel so fucking good squeezing me like that.”

That fresh praise had you coming undone. You felt him pull your panties even tighter against your curves, the fabric now almost cutting into your clit, and the sensation was all too much.

“Tetsurō, Tetsurō, stop, stop, I-I’m cumming, stop!”

It was more intense than before. You felt your whole body go numb, you watched as your mouth opened in a silent scream, every part of you trembling as the seams of sanity split with your orgasm.

He didn’t stop, not even as he came inside of you, ropes and ropes of hot cum filling up your sloppy pussy and spurting out onto his clothes, onto your thighs. He was unrelenting, keeping you within the throes of orgasmic bliss with his cock plunging inside of you over and over again. His force had your underwear splitting in his fist, threads snapping against your ass as the cloth broke apart.

The sound of your ripping panties had him slowing, now grinding his cock deep inside of your walls as you both came down from your highs.

When your bodies finally came to a halt, he let go of your hair, allowing you to catch yourself with your palms flat to the vanity. You hung your head, trying to even out your breaths and let your heart rate calm down as your vision unblurred.

You could hear him panting behind you, then finally felt his spent cock slip out of you, trails of cum and slick falling against your thighs.

You finally began to move, reaching between your legs to pry the remnants of your panties away from your cunt, letting the ravaged fabric fall to the floor where the remains of your dress still lay.

“Kitten?” Kuroo’s voice was soft, hands even more gentle as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, “are you okay?”

“Fuck,” you groaned, straightening your back to look at him, to fall into his arms, “that was...exhiliarting.”

He pressed tender kisses into your neck, tongue soothing over where he had bitten you earlier.

“God I fucking missed you,” he mumbled into your skin.

“I missed you too.”

You turned in his arms, pressing your weary body against his chest, feeling the sweat that had cooled into his white dress shirt. He kissed you slowly, deliberately, the taste of iron still present from his split lip. You embraced him, kissing him back with the same kind of easy passion.

“I need a drink after that,” you mumbled against his lips.

“I need new pants.”

You stepped back and looked down at his black suit trousers, finding them all kinds of soiled with creamy cum. You couldn’t help but laugh, the heaviness of your earlier actions breaking with the sound of your giggles.

“You normally keep spare clothes in your car, right? In case they get all bloody? Let me get dressed and I’ll go get them for you.”

You bent down to gather your own ruined clothes, wadding up the fabric of that beautiful dress and dumping it in the bin. You heard Kuroo mutter something about buying you a new one as you sifted through the small closet in your dressing room, slipping on a short cocktail dress and a fresh pair of panties to catch whatever cum was going to continue to leak out of you tonight.

He was smoking another cigarette as you left him behind in your dressing room to fetch him a new pair of pants, car keys in hand.

The music of the jazz band was loud as you meandered back and forth between the nightclub. You realized that no one could have heard you screaming over the sound of the plucking bass and the shrill of the trumpet.

You hurriedly returned to your dressing room, pants in hand.

You cleaned Kuroo’s lip with a damp cloth as he slung on his fresh pants, the cigarette now between your lips as you did your best to clean the blood from his face.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have bitten you so harshly.”

“Don’t worry about it, made it feel real. I can’t believe you didn’t call the safeword.”

He plucked the cigarette out of your mouth once he was done buckling his belt, grinning despite the clear cut on his lip.

“I told you I wanted to play along.”

You flicked off the lights to your vanity, grabbing his hand to pull him from the room.

The two of you found empty stools at the bar, Kuroo ordering your favorite drink as a few patrons wandered by to compliment you on your earlier set. You leaned your chin into your palm, keeping your eyes on the handsome, wondrous creature next you. You never knew what each encounter would consist of whenever he came around, but you felt yourself falling deeper into his web every time he fucked you. But you were still a little afraid of his world, but knew you’d be on the mafia’s doorstep if he ever asked you to be.

You thanked the bartender as your drink arrived, holding the cool glass in your hand.

“I think tonight deserves a toast, don’t you?”

That catlike grin was back on his face, amber eyes glowing with mischief.

“Mhm, what to, Tetsurō?”

He dipped his glass closer to yours, the rims kissing together.

“To being daredevils.”

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antigoneidk · 4 years ago

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can't help falling in love|t.h.

summary: when words can't speak enough, songs will do

pairing: tom holland × reader

words: 2k

a/n: well I think we all fell in love with this Tom right? I mean who wouldn't??? Wish more of that content cause I'm a sucker for him..

"Over yours tonight?"

"Yes. Bring your guitar too."

"We're about to have fun tonight."

"As we always do!"

And when it was just the two of you, you always had a great time. The chemistry that had been developed between you and Tom was indescribable and everyone seemed jealous of what you have created. It was amazing how much two people can connect, two different souls in such a little period.

You loved your little secret "rendezvous" as you liked to call them. He'd come to your place, or you'd go to his, sip wine and talk for hours and hours about everything. From how the world was created, to how your nail broke, or the way some theories of very famous scientists may be wrong, or how his brothers crashed his car without him knowing, even analyze the way social media work, or begging him to show you videos of the set for his upcoming film. Maybe you'd complain about how early you have to wake up the next day and he'd make fun of you before he realizes that he's going to wake up as early as you. And you'd beg him to stay, or the opposite.

And after that, you'd grab your guitars and play until you fall asleep on the couch.

He looked so handsome concentrated on not losing any chord, not ruin the melody. His brown eyes focusing on the strings, his fingers following the sound in his mind, his body relaxed, and his ears longing for your voice.

How he adored listening to your angelic voice. He couldn't explain the way his heart melted with the sweet sound of yours, his stomach filling with butterflies, his mind following the heart on this chaotic, exciting, endless road. He didn't know if he was in love or not. It was confusing inside his head. He never knew what falling in love means, the symptoms are different from one person to another. But he was only looking forward to the time he'd have to spend with you, the feeling of enthusiasm getting stronger as the day went by. He knew that you were the only one that could bring the peace he searched for, it was you that brought those feelings that he wanted to see for himself. He admitted once that he wished you'd be more than just his close friend to himself. Yet, the fear of losing you was massive and your presence in his life was more important than his feelings. So the only way was to push them to the side.

You knocked on his doorbell and fixed your guitar on your shoulder while waiting for the door to open. You looked down at your shoes noticing how dirty they got but as you were about to somehow clean them with your hand, you heard the door open and your eyes met his.

"Hi," you said cheerfully leaving the guitar to your side and wrapping your hands around his shoulder. His familiar scent came to your nose, your eyes closing for a moment enjoying his smell, but also the sensation of his arms tightening around your waist.

"Hey, beautiful" he mumbled softly and let go of you. "How are you?" he asked grabbing your guitar and closing the door behind you.

"Now that I am here I'm so much better" you confessed. "Oh, you didn't wait for me to help" you complained seeing that everything was already prepared for you.

"Why would I need help?" he asked.

"Because...I am your friend and you don't have to do all of these for me"

"But what happens if I want to do all of these for you?"

You stared back at him without any answer to his question. You tried to read his face, understand if he was joking or not. If he was playing with your feelings or if he was just completely clueless. His puppy eyes nearly convincing your heart that everything was true, your mind shouting to not believe this. It was a battle happening right in front of you, however, you stood still and did nothing.

"I'm pretty sure you do not so stop saying things you don't mean and let's go drink"

____________________

"But she fell in love with him Tom. She was happier than ever. She was willing to be there for him for the rest of her life, she stood by his side through everything, his madness, his anger, his sadness, his happiness-"

"He was suffering y/n-"

"If he loved her enough-"

"Do you know how is it feel to be stuck on a chair and not move even a single finger? No matter how big your love is for someone, sometimes you're losing the fight" Tom sipped his last drop of wine and looked back at you.

"If we were in this position, would you die just like him? Even if you loved me more than anything?" you questioned.

"I seriously have no idea y/n"

"I'd live for you Tom" normally you wouldn't admit this, the wine gave you the courage though to do so. "If I was William in that stupid chair, I would want to live with you for the rest of eternity" you glanced at him meaning every word you just said. Your love for him was like no other and for sure knew that you were more than willing to move every mountain to be with him forever.

"Stop saying things you don't mean y/n" he copied your words and grabbed your guitar from the floor, unsure if he should play it cool or say something more.

"You are not romantic babe" you played it off resting your hand on the couch and placing your head at the top of it while waiting for Tom to tune the guitar. "Also I was thinking of something today while I was working"

"You were thinking again?" he asked sarcastically.

"You piece of...give me that" you laughed and took the guitar in your hands."So, as I was saying, I was thinking that maybe today you should sing with me"

"Are you drunk?" Tom asked you disagreeing already with the idea you had in mind.

"What?"

"You know that I can't sing and even if it wasn't for that I would never sing with you"

"Why?" it felt kinda offending hearing those words as you didn't know why he felt that way.

"You have the voice of an angel y/n. I'm never gonna sing with you 'cause you'll hear how bad I sound and we don't want this trust me" he pulled his guitar close to him and smiled in your direction.

"I heard you singing before and you sound incredible so cut the excuses and follow me okay?" you didn't wait for any of his complaints. You started playing the song you imagined singing with him all day. The first reason being the fact that it was an easy song to play and sing. The second reason was the lyrics of it.

"Wise men say

Only fools rush in.." you began singing.

"Come on Tom..but I can't help falling in love with you" you continued hearing only whispers.

"Shall I stay?

Would it be a sin... I can't hear you

If I can't help falling in love with you"

Tom gained some courage and started singing louder. He didn't want to be unable to hear you, it was the thing his heart desired. But your expression, your eyes wide open begging him to join you. He could resist to them ever.

And the lyrics.

"Like a river flows

Darling, so it goes

Some things are meant to be.."

You both stared at each other as you kept going. It felt more than just a song, more than just a famous melody. Those were words that none of you had the strength to say, not even dared to try. The fear of loss, the shyness of the last minute. You were saying to yourself that his teasing was just for fun, nothing more. Tom was doing the same. It wasn't complicated at all, but both your minds trapped in this maze, wouldn't detect the way out that was right in front of your eyes.

"Take my hand,

Take my whole life too

For I can't help falling in love with you..

For I can't help falling in love with you"

You bit your lip and positioned the guitar to your legs keeping eye contact with him. The silence in the room was comforting, calming. It definitely could say more than words.

Fuck it.

"I wish I could kiss you right now" Tom whispered under his breath, loud enough for you to listen. It was shocking. You blinked quite a few times doubtfully, assured that this was only a prank. But he was there looking at you, waiting for a reply. You were confused and he saw it too. His palms started sweating and his heartbeat increased in the blink of an eye. The voice inside him would stop yelling 'you screwed it' and his feeling got hurt quickly. He was ready to listen to you making fun of him, the plan that would break his heart in two. But your silence was currently the only thing he didn't want to. He searched for any signal on your face, even your body language but you were standing still as time had stopped.

"Then do it"

He didn't hesitate for long. He was dreaming after all. Because this wasn't the reality he lived for sure.

Fireworks, fireworks, fireworks.

He swore he heard them. The moment his lips captured yours he could hear those fireworks in his heart and ears. Bells were ringing and angels singing. Damn, I'm kissing one of them he thought. His right hand touched your neck deepening the kiss he was yearning for. Your lips in sync warm against his skin. His tongue over yours exploring your taste. Your perfume fueling his nose and brain, the butterflies dancing in their music now.

It was magical. The goosebumps all over your skin making it even more real. Heart about to explode, all of the happiness hitting throughout your body. It was happening and still, it seemed like a fantasy. You slowly touched his chest and moved upwards to his shoulders making sure that you were really touching him and not any of your pillows. The sensation of his lips in yours was so much better than your imagination. Perfectly made for kissing you and only you.

You broke the kiss and the brightest smile he ever saw was on your lips. The lips HE was kissing.

"Y/n you have no idea how bad I wanted this to happen" he touched your forehead and with his thumb started to draw small circles. A tear rolled from your eye and dropped to his hand.

"Why did it take you so long?" you asked and closed your eyes feeling his breath hitting the skin of your face and hands.

"Baby don't cry. Please" he murmured.

"I'm just happy you know. It's no longer a fantasy or a dream. It's real" you admitted with your shaky breaths making your work hard. But you couldn't care less at that moment.

"I was afraid of losing you y/n. What if you didn't feel the same way? How was I supposed to know?"

"You wouldn't lose me okay? I'm feeling the same way Tom" you carefully brought your fingers at the top of his lips and touched them as you dreamed to. "I'm yours. I'll always be yours."

**the movie mentioned was me before you

**the song they were singing was can't help falling in love by Elvis Presley

Thank you for reading❤

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thatslikely · 4 years ago

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under the gym lights - s.s.

under the gym lights - stiles stilinski x fem!reader

warnings: none! pure stiles fluff <3

word count: 984

requested?: yes!

a/n: prom with Stiles prom with Stiles prom with Stiles :) might have to make a longer fic based off of prom with Stiles because this concept tickles my fancy

A nimble, nervous tap on your shoulder was all it took to transform your prom night from lackluster to possibly one of the best days of your high school career.

It was no secret that for as long as you could remember, Stiles Stilinski, the previously buzz-cut donning boy who always had a flannel on his back, had been head over heels for you.

Things between the both of you were long due for a change, and Stiles was set on being the catalyst.

“Hey, uh, I know you’re like, probably flooded with dates right now but… do you wanna dance?” His eyebrows were wrinkled with worry; his voice lacked the confidence that usually exuded from the sarcastic comments he often remarked in class.

Both giddiness and curiousity sparked like fireworks in your eyes as they glazed Stiles suit-clad figure: the inky black button-up that stretched across the expanse of his chest flawlessly, the lopsided, silver bow tie clipped around his neck, his hazelnut head of hair that was tinged with streaks of pomade, all of it.

You almost felt as if you had been submerged under a pool of crystalline water and lifted to the surface again with reborn vision, for Stiles looked unexplainably different than he had before. It wasn’t just his exuberantly handsome ensemble, no, for reminiscing back to all the times he waved to you in the locker-lined hallways with a wide, almost boyish grin retained the new filter that shone over him.

With a now rapidly thrumming heart, and the cavity of your chest swarming with butterflies, you, at long last, realized. Shielded to you from years prior until just a few moments ago, you had a crush on the witty and equally adorable Stiles Stilinski.

Eagerly you took his shaking, outstretched hand, and he stumbled you clumsily, in a perfectly Stiles fashion, to the central dance floor of the gymnasium.

Your hands found their way instinctively to the nape of his neck, where you let your arms rest on the fabric of his shirt, your fingers fiddling with the collar. After a few awkward moments, his palms situated on your waist, following the curve of your hips that swayed with the music.

The languid, amourous song that echoed through the rafters curtained with streamers flooded your ears from a distance, and soon you found that the rhythm of your heart had synced with the steady beat.

A million thoughts sped through the flustered brunette’s head, but they were all put on pause when you cut the comfortable silence, saying with a soft tone of genuineness, “I really like you, Stiles.”

If Stiles had known any better, known that the feelings you expressed weren’t as fantastical as his doubts had convinced him, he would’ve reciprocated the statement in a heartbeat. But the question that lingered in his mind before he drifted off the sleep each night, the worries that simmered on the back burner of his mind wouldn’t allow him to believe you.

Why would the most devastatingly gorgeous girl at school like, of all people, me?

“Very funny, Y/N, but I’m not really into the whole public humiliation thing.” An almost reflexive comment that dripped with familiar sarcasm emitted from his mouth with the slightest quirk of his lips and a disbelieving shake of his head.

“I’m serious!” Your throat bubbled with giggles, but your sentiment was wholeheartedly authentic.

“April fools’ was a month ago, you’re not fooling anyone, especially not me.”

“Why are you having such a hard time believing that I’d like you?”

“Maybe just the fact that you’re amazing, popular, breathtaking, the smartest girl I know, flawless, et cetera. Everything I’m not?”

“Oh come on, Stiles, you seriously can’t believe that, can you? Even if I have a sub-par day, you always manage to make me crack a smile in Econ. And you always know what to say when someone’s down; Lydia’s told me about all the times you’ve helped her when she really needed it. And your streak of intelligence doesn’t go unnoticed by me, either. I’ve seen you cooped up in the library reading until you can’t keep your eyes open any longer. You don’t realise all the things that make you as wonderful as you are, Stiles.”

His captivating chocolate eyes widened with surprise. He must’ve been dreaming, right? How many fingers does he have? Is there something around him that he could read?

“What’s wrong?” you queried concernedly, as Stiles’ mind finally absorbed the reality sitting patiently in front of him.

“Nothing, nothing. I-I, I’m just still letting the fact that you could actually like me sink in.”

A smile crooked your lips upwards, an expression that Stiles could get addicted to; a look he’d do absolutely anything to grace your features again.

“You look really beautiful under the gym lights.”

Small, lighthearted giggles escaped your fluttering chest ever so slightly; you retracted your hands from their hanging position around Stiles’ neck to cover your mouth as increasingly deeper laughs hiccuped from your throat.

“Sorry -uh, that sounded a lot more romantic in my head.”

Beads of perspiration formed on his palm as he combed through his soft hair flusteredly.

Before his embarassed words could fill the magic-dusted air, or continue to sway to the steady rhythm of the music while panicking internally, you swiftly pressed your lips to his’.

Electric currents of passion swept over every inch of you skin, leaving prickles of addiction in their wake. What you'd give to stop time, savor this moment- this enrapturing state of emotions- until the end of time.

But eventually, the wide, goofy grins on both of your faces grew too wide to meld into each other any longer. You laid your buzzing head on his chest, listening to his rhythmic heartbeat, which was perfectly in sync with the song rattling through the gym as well.

"You look really beautiful anywhere, though."

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jyouromeshi · 3 years ago

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¡ stranger's night !

characters : oh jerome (oh sungmin) x fem reader

genre : fluff

a/n : yup like this is gonna be the first i'll be writing here so i'm hoping for some little support out there, don't mind if you do. also, request are open, feel free to drop some scenarios you like, i mostly write for epex and to1 yoohoo please excuse my grammatical errors, english isn't my first language and i'm still learning, i hope i can improve better on the upcoming future, thank you !!

seeing how the night sky turned out as you look out from your window as your desk were facing the opening, you couldn't help but to admire the soft milky scattering of the stars across thw clear open dark skies of the night. the place surrounded you felt so empty, but the sky was so much full unlike yesterday's dark clouded atmosphere, perhaps the weather did turned a bit great today, you thought.

engraving a smile as your lips curled up, you felt the gentle breeze brushed off against your face before you look at the distance. the night was quite, and seemed like the whole neighbourhood had now gone to bed. sighing deeply as you took off your headphones, you put them down against your desk before dropping your pen along and soon stood up upon your chair, consciously making your way towards your door as you grabbed one of your coat near your closet.

'maybe a little walk would do,' especially on times like this, you'll need something to clear your head out. throwing your coat around you to cover you up and protect you against the cold wintery night, you finally made your way towards your front door and soon exited your whole apartment room and took the turn towards the clear hallway.

taking the elevator, you finally reached the first floor as you head out, tucking your hands under your coat's pocket as you can finally feel the cold fresh air brushing against your skin, touching every inch as you shiver.

you didn't mind it as you stepped out and breath in the fresh air of the quite city. no people around, just you and the whole world together, such a nice atmosphere to be with to be precise. untilㅡ

"you'll probably need some of these if you walk down the streets at 12:30," someone spoke. you immediately turn around upon hearing the unknown guy's remark only to be greeted by a new face. you're not gonna deny, you can actually that he's one of the most prettiest person you've ever met. cute cat eyes, thin adorable lips, pinchable tipped nose, all in all he was a handsome guy... and you don't even know why he was talking to you.

"pardon?" you asked, confused as you tried syncing in what he was trying to say earlier while entirely facing his figure only to meet his tall self.

your confusion soon sunk in after looking down to see him handing you a pair of white winter gloves, in which he probably own since it was close to his hand's size. he smiled at you, probably a smile that can be able to melt everyone's heart. you don't know if you were insane or what? but that kinda gave a shot and now you can't even help but to have your heart beating too fast and the warm sensation that was burning your cheeks was enough to warm you up.

"uh no thanks, you'll probably need it" you smiled timidly, bowing your head as you turn around and was about to avoid him and walk away when you almost tripped. you didn't realise what awaits you was the stairs, just three steps anyway but still... that's gonna hurt if ever you actually did tripped, also the embarrassment would be incredible.

luckily, this unknown guy was fast enough to sneakily wrap his arms around your waist, tightly holding you before pulling you up, resulting for your back to land against his chest. and as soon as you did, you immediately felt his hot breath against the back of your neck, enough to make those butterflies inside your stomach erupting like fireworks as you can't bare but to hold your breath, only to hear your own heartbeat.

screwed up you think, but the guy actually kinda liked it as a smile started to spread against his face. also, he kinda like the way you smelled like fresh toasted marshmallows. somehow, the way he held you by his arms made you did nothing but scream inside your head.

the stranger was prettily surprising like days, he's unpredictable. you maintain to keep yourself calm but your heartbeat says otherwise. "no need to panick like that, i'm not a bad person" he chuckled, still not letting go, and despite of the awkward situation you were willing to take even if he hold you like this for a whole night.

"i didn't say you were..." you said, lowly but audible enough for him to hear as you felt him smile behind your back, literally making regret your words in an instant.

"okay sorry..." you said, saluting yourself from not stuttering cause most likely... your throat would just want to give in right now. he's arm were still wrap around your waist and you can't even remember the last seconds. "youㅡ you can actually let go now" you finally said.

instead of letting go, a scoffed laughter was only heared before he let go of your waist and soon reach for your hand, gently tucking the winter gloves within your hand as it look like he was hugging you from behind. his actions literally made your heart melt but decided to stay quiet about it and let him do whatever he wants.

soon, after tucking in the last glove, you were surprised when he suddenly put his hand above your head, patting it as if you were a kid. "be careful," he said before finally backing off and went his way towards the same apartment building as you with his hands tucked inside his coat pocket.

you smiled at the sight of him walking away. you didn't even had the chance to ask for his name, but you were sure that it was pretty like he was.

#oh sungmin #jerome to1 #to1 fluff #to1 oneshots #First #oh jerome

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angeli-marco-writes · 3 years ago

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Loki Laufeyson - favourite crime

A/N & WC - I am not trying to pretend I am Olivia Rodrigo at all: total credit for all songs and lyrics used here goes to her and her team. No disrespect is meant towards her. I do not own the songs, I also do not own the characters I’m writing these blurbs for. Please read the preface. Yes I did correct the spelling of 'favourite'. 1.3k.

Warnings - slight Loki spoilers? but not really, just allusions. Please don't debate Sylki/Lokius here. Talk of heartbreak and breakups, mentions of murder and crime, crying.

Loki snatches me from Bucky’s arms when FRIDAY notifies him of his required presence. They share the solemn nod that only broody old men with similar mindsets can, an unspoken agreement between them as I’m passed over like a parcel. I don’t mind, it happens a lot.

“My darling,” he purrs, “I would love to hear your song. I won’t hinder you, just take your time, get yourself ready, I’ll keep my questions to myself.”

He lets me stand on my own two feet, but takes my hand and brings it to his lips, kissing me chastely on my knuckles before letting me tune my guitar. My cheeks are already burning, I can feel it, not because there’s anything between us, but more just because of how he treats me. Like a proper lady. Even though I was born into money, my dad isn’t exactly high society, so I wasn’t a debutante or anything. I’d contemplate doing it now, though, with Loki. He puts me in Asgardian gowns that make me look like a princess.

“I wrote this song… after you took me home. And pampered me. And talked to me about my breakup. I’ve never felt as accepted as I did then. I couldn’t have written this without you sharing your experiences with me, and listening to my own worries. This song is to thank you, Loki.”

He bows his head out of respect, and only after I gesture that he can does he sit down on the blue couch.

“You remember what I said to you. Despite my past, despite my reputation, I’ll be here for you…”

“Always,” we say in sync.

He settles as I begin to pluck at the strings. The feelings I felt when writing this song hit me like a truck: I haven’t played it since I finished transcribing it. Loki feels it too, his power palpable in the air.

‘Know that I loved you so bad

I let you treat me like that

I was your willing accomplice, honey.’

There's no point lying about the fact I bawled when he told me about his partner in crime. A beautiful person, he told me, as hell bent on vengeance as he was, more cunning and hedonistic than him, but with a heart of gold. Only for her to break his after all the time crimes they committed together. He did anything for her because he loved her, and if you ask me, he still would.

His long fingers flex, knuckles cracking as he endeavours to focus on my words and not the memories. Mine instinctively flex on the strings.

‘And I watched as you fled the scene

Doe-eyed as you buried me

One heart broke, four hands bloody.’

This was the way I felt after the fight that ruined us. No literal blood, but enough painful words and accusations hurled between us that the metaphorical blood stained like Lady Macbeth. Loki made those metaphors real, let me see the damage we’d done. That was the straw that broke the camel's back. He ran after he left me in that state? I already felt six feet under, but Loki wiped my eyes and showed me fireworks and made me feel ok.

‘Those things I did

Just so I could call you mine

The things you did

Well, I hope I was your favourite crime.’

I broke myself down to nothing, changed every innate part of myself on an aesthetic level just to be more pleasing to him. I did things, said things I never would’ve otherwise. And at the end, he didn’t even want me. I didn’t want me.

Loki shifts around on the cushions, drumming his fingers on the table with the beat. He somehow matches the song and my heartbeat all at once.

He did some terrible things to me, so awful that Loki claimed it on his level of, y’know, murder. Maybe it’s him being overprotective, but he promised he’d kill for me. I said no. He said it’d be his favourite crime to commit and worth the repercussions, ‘saving’ me from that wanker, but I’m not on the same level.

‘You used me as an alibi

I crossed my heart as you crossed the line

And I defended you to all my friends.’

Even when I came back bawling before the breakup, just after a fight or after he turned on me for no reason, I defended him. To every Avenger, every family member, I was fine, we were fine, he was an angel. Except Loki. The second time it happened, he broke my trust and entered my mind. I’ve never been so glad he did, because he shared a memory of his back. We made eye contact over the crowded room, his crystal eyes pooling with remorse, but we had an understanding. We weren’t alone. And after that, since I still wanted to keep up the façade, he became my alibi after I was already used up.

‘And now, every time a siren sounds

I wonder if you're around

'Cause you know that I'd do it all again.’

I wouldn’t necessarily: Loki would. He’d go back to them in a heartbeat, and after what he’s told me, I wouldn’t blame him. Sirens haunt us both, different sounds that echo through our dreams and wake us in the small hours. Even if my ex isn’t around anymore—not that he ever really was in the first place—I know Loki is.

His smile sustains as I sing through the chorus once more, but I see the tears forming, ready to spill down his flushing cheeks. A single one falls as I take a deep breath for the last chorus line.

‘I hope I was your favourite crime…’

I sustain this final word and leap into the bridge in one breath, the complex melodic idea scrambling my brain. I only strum lightly at my guitar, eyes squeezed shut as I focus on my words and melody, but I can feel Loki all around me, his presence like a magical hug.

‘It's bittersweet to think about the damage that we do

'Cause I was going down, but I was doing it with you.

Yeah, everything we broke, and all the trouble that we made,’

I feel his power ripple through me as I gulp down more breath to complete the bridge, high notes and all. He offers me love, support, breath all in one wisp of power. He shares my heartbreak, dissolves the memories of my descent into trouble and self-loss. The damage I caused to myself, my life, my relationships is irreparable. Trouble-making is only fun, I’ve learnt, when I’m doing it with the God of Mischief.

“Love should never be bittersweet,” Loki’s voice growls into my mind. He winks, I smile.

‘But I say that I hate you with a smile on my face

Oh, look what we became.’

After the high notes, I tail off and swallow as much air as I can, leaping into the final chorus with more vigour, ensuring Loki can see my heart, the memories we shared, how he consoled me.

‘All the things I did

Just so I could call you mine.’

My voice cracks, my heart breaking.

“Y/n…” he whispers.

I shake the cobwebs away and pick back up, my voice light and airy, the emotions flowing out of me, the pat becoming me as I finish the song unaccompanied.

‘All the things you did

Well, I hope I was your favourite crime

'Cause baby, you were mine.’

His head is bowed, his ebony hair hanging around his angled, white face. He reaches out for me without meeting my gaze, one slender, vein-lined hand, decorated with a single gold band on his middle finger. They gave it to him, and he let me wear it when he had to leave me once. I entwine my fingers with his, and let him hold my hand.

“Always?” he whispers, his voice full of hope.

“Always,” I confirm. “We’re safe now.”

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jerek · 2 years ago

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be my girl, i'll be your man

As Midha grows into others' perceptions, the Pandaren provide fireworks and music.

“A slow song,” Kairoz observed. “You should look for Anduin.”

Midha smiled… a cold, wilting smile. “He’s probably teaching Wrathion.”

“And he wouldn’t spare you a dance, if you were to ask?” Kairoz returned her expression, though the curve to his recurved mouth was as wooden as a bow.

“I don’t know how to ask him. I don’t know how to dance, either.”

All the fireworks made the sky seem darker. Wrathion would sometimes joke– he’d do this or that when the sun went down. Light flickered on the planes of Kairozdormu’s elven face.

Laughter simmered in his chest. “I’ll show you, then.” He extended a hand, and asked: “May I have this dance?”

If the sun never moved, how could its warmth vanish?

She wordlessly nodded, and swallowed a moment later so he wouldn’t notice. Instead of taking her hand, he set his own on her waist, and stepped closer. He held her opposite shoulder, and guided her. “Place one hand on your partner’s shoulder, and the other at their side,” he said.

She did so. Underneath his robes, Kairoz was as solid as anything could be. Mogu, made of stone, felt more breakable under her daggers than he did under her hands.

“There’s little technique to a slow-dance… besides not stepping on the feet of one’s partner. Watch what I do, and follow along.”

Two steps to the left– his left, his right, her left, her right.

Then, to the right: his right, her right, his left, her left. Until, more easily than she’d expected, they were in sync.

She still watched.

“Your own spatial awareness should help you here.” He came even closer. “When your prince asks to dance, you and he will only be so far apart.”

Midha looked up, and fumbled a step. She didn’t step on his toes– he clipped her ankle, and they stopped in place.

“I’m sorry. I thought you meant…”

Kairoz seemed contented with her. “Whoever happens to ask first,” he corrected.

They went on. It took longer the second time, getting back in a rhythm. He even turned her around, so the fireworks made auroras of his hair. Like rain-shafts lit by sunset, which she could see now was obscured by clouds.

“Pay close attention.”

Her eyes refocused on his. He took a wrong step– and came chest-to-chest. The silver of his breastplate shoved into the leather of her own. Kairozdormu grinned at her, and a stray nerve of hers felt a sense of accomplishment.

He lifted her hand. Her whole arm, really. It seemed unnatural, the way he turned it over… until she spun alone, and wrapped herself up in his shadow.

“Is it warm?” he asked. She looked up, her forehead brushing smooth skin beneath his jaw…

And she nodded.

“Humans are tepid to our kind.” The hand on her waist had sunk its fingers in the muscle of her back. He rested his chin between her braids. “Most of them never live to draconic adulthood.”

“Is that a hundred years?”

“Nearly, yes.”

They barely moved to the music. It was more like the two of them were drifting. Two feathers, shifting in the changing wind.

Kairoz took her hand from his shoulder, and placed it on his jawline. The pulse of his throat was as slow and deep as his breath. “When I can no longer watch over you directly, remember: that whelpling of yours is praying that you will come to him and ask for immortality.”

Was he?

“I do not think he can grant it,” Kairoz added. He opened his mouth to speak, still clasping her fingers to his heartbeat…

“Excuse me.”

Anduin stood just a few feet away. He crossed his arms loosely over his chest, but he was fiddling with his sleeves at the elbow, and he interjected: “I’m sorry to interrupt, but Wrathion was asking about you.”

“We are well.”

Kairoz spoke for her. Her hands were suddenly back at her sides– she wondered if Anduin saw it, or remembered it, or if she’d be the only one who knew.

Anduin asked again: “Midha, right? I think he wanted you to come back over. He wants to talk to you.”

She gave Kairoz a look. Maybe it had already passed: the moment he couldn’t keep her to himself. For all he knew about time, he didn’t seem to know how long ago that was.

But Kairoz had raised his eyebrow at Anduin. “Go on, Midha. We can speak later.”

She chewed on her lip as she walked away. Following Anduin back to Wrathion, she wondered if all this had something to do with her growth spurt.

Friends like Kairozdormu wouldn’t last if she started to look as smart as she felt.

#midfic #kairozdormu #girl i swear to god ed sheeran's perfect is cursed. someone gets murdered every time you slowdance to that

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justlightlysedated · 3 years ago

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extra long sneak peek #1 for part two of the witch au for @christchex:

Alex looks down at the mark on Michael’s wrist, and sees that the ink is dried, and he knows that from now until the spell runs its course, the sigil will remain there, no matter what. He looks from Michael’s arm to his face, and finds that Michael is looking right at him. He feels another jolt go through him, this one stronger, starting right at his chest and spreading down his hands and legs, leaving his fingertips tingling. Alex inhales deeply and lets his eyes fall shut, exhaling slowly as the spell continues to spread out throughout him, making his scalp tingle. Alex lets the spell settle and concentrates on the sensations sweeping through him. Once the tingling stops, he begins to feel other things, heat across the back of his neck and down his back, like his jacket is making him too warm, an ache across the back of his left hand and wrapping around his wrist, a stone digging into his knee, but when he rocks himself to the side, he can’t get rid of the sensation. And then he feels an echo of a heartbeat, just slightly out of sync, and he feels his chest go tight at the thought that that’s Michael’s heartbeat. He presses his hand to his chest, letting go of Michael’s hand, and takes another deep breath. Their heartbeats sync, and it makes a pulse of heat spike low in his belly. He opens his eyes and Michael opens his eyes at the same time. They look at each other for a moment, just feeling, and breathing together. Alex isn’t sure which one of them moves first, but before he knows it, Michael is too close and then he’s even closer. Their lips touch and Alex feels it go off in his head like a firework. They’ve kissed enough by now that it shouldn’t be surprising, but everytime Alex feels it like a punch to the throat. He just sometimes still can’t believe that he gets to have this. But there is something about this kiss that feels different than usual. And he doesn’t know if it’s because he can feel the way that Michael reacts to the kiss, how the air catches in his lungs, and how his heart begins racing immediately, and how a bolt of heat strikes low in his belly, making Alex moan into the kiss. Michael gasps against his mouth, and then surges against him, pushing his fingers through Alex’s hair and tugging. Alex wraps his arms around Michael’s shoulders and licks into Michael’s mouth messily, feeling something hot and desperate clawing up his throat. Michael groans, opening his mouth to Alex’s, and dragging his hands down from Alex’s hair to wrap around his waist. It takes a few tugs against his shirt, before Alex realizes that Michael wants him to lie back. So he does, moving his legs and sitting back down on the floor hard. Michael follows after him, pushing him down as Alex pulls him closer, hitching his legs on either side of Michael’s hips. They land on the floor with a thud, but it doesn’t stop Michael from pushing his tongue into Alex’s mouth. He fits one hand to Alex’s jaw, and braces himself on his other arm, pressing their hips tightly together. Alex feels arousal crackle up his spine like lightning, fast and devastating, pushing all of the air out of his lungs and making him feel dizzy. He turns his face away from Michael’s to inhale greedily, but Michael barely lets him take a breath before he’s turning Alex’s face, dragging his lips across Alex’s jaw to his mouth. Michael kisses him harder, biting against his lips like a reprimand for Alex needing to breathe. Alex surrenders to it, kissing Michael back but not fighting for control as Michael’s fingers tighten against his jaw. Alex drags his hands down Michael’s back and slides them into the back pockets of Michael’s jeans, squeezing. Michael’s hips grind against him, and Alex moans into Michael’s mouth. Michael moves his hands, bracing himself on his knees as he grabs Alex’s arms and pins them above his head, wrapping his fingers tightly around his forearms. He pulls back, mouths separating with a gasp, and looks down at Alex, eyes dark, mouth red and wet. Alex tries to pull his arms out of Michael’s hold, wanting to press his fingers to Michael’s mouth, but he can’t make his arms budge. Michael tightens his fingers, leaning in closer, like he’s going to kiss Alex again, and the fact that Alex can’t move, not unless Michael decides to let him go, makes something hot and syrupy, slide down the base of his spine. He pushes into Michael’s hold, and arcs his back, letting his head drop backwards. Michael makes a low noise, and then his mouth is open on Alex’s throat. Alex’s fingers spasm, and he feels his cock twitch, already so hard that he feels like he might burst with it. He’s not sure how he’s actually going to get through this, if it already feels like this and they haven’t really done anything. Michael bites down on his neck, and Alex jolts, moaning too loud, and that’s when an electric charge goes through them both, a sure sign that someone just hit the protective wards around the clearing. “Are you fucking kidding me?” Maria’s voice rings out, in a way that tells Alex that she didn’t mean to say it.

#SURPRISE!!#i started a part two lol #now i actually three more parts including this one planned #but i'm not making any promises cause y'all already know how terrible i am at actually being consistent #but anyway #here's a whole entire kiss #and the summary:#Michael and Alex do a spell fight some Hellhounds and accidentally perform a soul bonding ritual or you know date night.

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lemonandhugs · 3 years ago

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Stars Align: Chapter 13

He bent his head down and softly brushed his lips against hers, keeping his eyes open.

“I’m…uh…I’m very happy I was able to…I mean…you…you did enjoy yourself, didn’t you? You had a uh…” Sam stammered in question, averting his eyes away and instead tracing the veins on her boobs.

“Orgasm? Yes, Sam,” Cait giggled, nodding her head.

“Ah,” Sam nodded with a shy smile, “I just wanted to make sure…I mean, I would’ve…I just wanted to make sure you were completely satisfied. Because I know I am,” he breathed in between her boobs, and ran the tip of his nose up her chest and gave her a coy smile.

“Well, I’m glad I was able to satisfy you too,” she leant up, grabbed his chin, and pressed a peck on his mouth.

“Mm,” he moaned deeply against her mouth, “the way you feel, Cait,” Sam moved his pelvis from side to side, flaccid but still inside her.

Cait chuckled against his mouth, “alright I really need to pee,” with a gentle nudge to his chest.

Sam pushed himself up and moved his body backwards, with a slight exhale and he pulled himself out of her. He immediately placed a few tissues over the head of his cock and handed her some tissues and the packet of baby wipes.

She felt his fluid drip quickly out of her as soon as she sat up.

‘Okay, this was a good investment!’ Cait thought as she looked down at the sex blanket that caught a small puddle of Sam’s sperm beneath her.

Sam wiped himself, put on some tracksuit pants for bed and walked towards the main bathroom. Cait did the same and stepped to get down from the bed. She suddenly stumbled and fell to the floor with an “umph”.

Within a flash, Sam had heard the muffled thud and sprinted back. He stood behind her and pulled her back to her feet, “are you alright?” he asked with concern.

Cait giggled slightly, “yeah, my legs are just a little…shaky. That’s all,” she bit her lip and gave him a provocative smile.

Sam’s mouth turned up into a cheeky, lopsided grin, “here, I’ll walk you to the toilet,” he stood behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist and rested them on her bare belly, holding her up.

As they walked in sync, Sam bent his head and placed soft kisses up and down the side of her neck and along her shoulder. Cait squirmed in his arms and grinned. As they reached the ensuite, Cait bent over slightly, stuck out her arse and bumped Sam right in the crotch, away. He smirked at her and stepped backwards, out of the doorway. She stuck her tongue out quickly at him and gave him a teasing smile, before closing the door.

Sunday morning at 7:12am, Sam, flat on his back in a slumberous state, felt pressure on his lower abdomen, then belly, then chest, then finally a warm sensation on his cock. He slowly opened his eyes to see a sleepy-eyed Cait with curly bed hair looking down at him with an enticing smile. She was naked and slowly grinding on him, up and down, and in circular motions. He felt her breath against his lips become heavier. He reached over to the little bottle of breath freshener, opened his mouth to apply a few sprays, swallowed, and then his mouth and tongue were hungrily caressing hers. He found her boobs and allowed the full weight of them, on that angle, to sit in his hands, as he massaged and gently squeezed. Then his hands traced down her slides and settled on her hips. She was grinding up and down against his standing, hard cock, clearly gaining friction against her clit, from the little moans that were escaping into his mouth. He grabbed her hips, eased them up a little, and guided himself into her slowly. He then kept his pelvis still and gave her the control of sliding him in the rest of the way, as to not hurt her. He reached and fondled her arse cheeks and bit her bottom lip gently, before releasing a groan as he felt himself slide into her deeper and deeper, feeling the different textures of her walls wrap around him and squeeze. She lowered herself more and more onto him, and they began to move together. Cait released his mouth, bent down, and slid her tongue up his neck. She reached down with both hands to grab his wrists and pinned them both above his head. Holding them down, she used that as leverage and sat up on him more, and the rest of him slid into her. She grinded her pelvis back and forth, riding him. Sam gave her a very turned-on smile, to which she reciprocated between breaths. He couldn’t help but stare at her boobs as they bounced back and forth. In this position, Cait had full control of getting Sam to rub against that special spot that created fireworks throughout her whole body. She eased off lifting herself up as she grinded against him and kept him mostly inside her as she moved flat against him, back and forth. Sam could feel his very sensitive head begin to rub that very deep part of her and couldn’t help bucking his hips upward in the pleasure it was giving him. His arms were beginning to tremble with the restraint and just wanting to dig his fingers into her flesh and move her body harder on him. Cait felt him shaking and released his wrists, holding on to his pecks instead. Sam couldn’t get his hands on her quick enough. They dug into her flesh so hard that he was expecting her to flinch. She didn’t seem to feel it and focused on maintaining her eye contact with him, now heavily panting. Aware of his actions now, he made sure he didn’t hold onto her too hard and nudged her up and down on him in the rhythm that she moved. Sam’s heart was beating so hard against his chest that he felt like it was going to break through. Pleasurable sensations were racing around his balls and up and down his cock as she moved on top of him; he could feel himself getting close. Determined to get her there first, he switched his focus on grinding his pelvis upwards, enabling him to go deeper into her and apply more pressure to the area she needed it most. She halted her back and forth grinding on him and allowed herself to be bounced up and down by Sam thrusting firmly upwards. He was hitting that area fast and hard, which was creating an intense tingling feeling like her walls were swelling with the stimulation. Sam was breathing heavily but didn’t stop his movements or speed. He worked off Cait’s facial expressions. When he felt her legs and arms tremble and her eyes close and her head hung back, he knew she was on the brink. Before long she began to make a quiet straining noise that got higher and higher up her throat, then exploded out of her mouth with a high-pitched scream, as she flung herself forward and collapsed on Sam’s shoulders. Her whole body quivered as she moaned and panted through her exhilarating, lightning bolt waves of pleasure travelling around her entire area, up her back down her thigh. The clenching of her walls around him and the sudden change of position of her leaning over was all he needed to ride through his own orgasm. He huffed and groaned into the side of her neck over and over, as his pelvis jolted through his spurts, deep into her. Feeling him spill into her with flicks and squirts made her flinch and quiver again as his fluid warmed her already very hot and sensitive area. She relaxed completely on top of him, her face in the crook of her shoulder. He cuddled her back, running his fingers up and down her spine, eyes closed, trying to catch his breath.

After a few minutes, Cait put her head up to look at him. Sam seemed to have fallen asleep, his breath evenly moving in and out of his mouth. She smiled and leant over and kissed his temple. He opened his eyes then and turned his head to look at her. He flicked his eyebrows up and smiled at her cheekily. Cait giggled and rubbed her nose against his. Sam leant in for a brief, soft kiss.

“That main shower is very spacious. What do you say we try it out?” Sam asked seductively, caressing the back of her neck.

Cait raised her eyebrows, “mm, good idea,” she pecked his lips once more.

She prepared to ease herself up and off him, but Sam held her back briefly to stop her, and reached over to get a large handful of tissues. After all, they didn’t have the help of the sex blanket this time. He held it near her clitoris, then as she came completely off him, he held the tissues against her opening, retrieving his fluid as it seeped out of her. Cait looked at down at him with a slightly embarrassed giggle. Sam met her eyes with a crooked smile, then his eyes travelled down to her leg, as his other hand stroked it up and down with his fingertips. After a couple of minutes, Cait replaced his hand on the tissues with hers and allowed him to briefly clean himself. Once they were both quite sure no fluids were going to drip on the way to the bathroom, Sam slinked his arm around Cait’s naked shoulders and placed a kiss on the side of her head. She wrapped her arm around his back, brushing her hand lightly against both of his arse cheeks.

Sam turned on the large, round shower head and waited for the water to warm up. He watched Cait as she inspected her face closely in the mirror. She turned her head from side to side, running her finger down one cheek, then the other. Sam couldn’t help but stare with adoration. It was written all over his face when she caught his eye in the mirror.

She grinned at him then and shook her head, “what?”

Sam shrugged one shoulder, “you’re adorable,” he replied with a small smile.

Cait let out a bashful chuckle and turned towards him then. He held out his hand to her, inviting her in the now steaming shower.

The very first shower they had together spiralled into them showering together often. It had become one of their favourite bonding times. Sometimes it amounted to steamy shower sex against the tiled wall or glass screen, and sometimes they simply held each other under the water stream, skin to skin, heartbeat to heartbeat, no words needed. And sometimes they would do nothing but keep their mouths stuck together, tongues dancing in the extra moisture, in between washing each other, sensually and slowly. This was one of those showers. They couldn’t get enough of each other, wherever they were.

Cait, wrapped in a white bathrobe, a towel on top of her head, stood in front of the open balcony glass doors.

“It’s such a beautiful morning, why don’t we order room service for breakfast and have it out here?” Cait suggested, looking back at Sam who was doodling on his phone, a towel wrapped around his hips.

He met her eyes and smiled brightly, “yeah, we could do that. Let’s have a look at the menu,” he beckoned her with a jerk of his head.

She sat on the bed next to him, near the room phone. They ordered French toast, croissants, and some French puffs.

In the meantime, Cait leant her head against Sam’s shoulder as they looked up ideas for today’s activities.

Within fifteen minutes there was a knock on their door.

“Okay, I’ll get that. Do you want to go out there?” Sam asked, stroking her shoulder.

Cait nodded and smiled at him, then got up and headed for the balcony. She sat down in one of the chairs and let out a content sound as she soaked up the morning sunshine.

Sam quickly pulled on a shirt and answered the door. Within a couple of minutes, he was balancing three covered trays out onto the balcony. Cait quickly took one before they fell. They blissfully feasted in the sunshine and talked about their plans for the day.

A couple of hours later, they had arrived at the gardens of the Palais Royal. They walked hand-in-hand through the maze of hedged gravel walkways, took photos when they came across really pretty views, and just enjoyed each other’s company, experiencing this together for the first time. Cait took photos of Sam when he decided to be goofy and climb on small walls and imitate different statues, and Sam took a discrete photo of Cait bent down to smell some flowers.

After an hour of wandering the entirety of the Palais Royal, they ventured over to the more encompassed Tuileries Garden. It had both open concrete walkways, and dirt paths that led deeper into the little, dense forests. Sam led Cait down the first dirt path he saw that led to quite a dark, private little gathering of trees. The atmosphere was suddenly quiet, as they were swallowed by the thickness of the trees around them. All they heard was birdsong here and there. Putting his arm over her shoulders, Sam looked down at her and slightly puckered his lips. Cait smiled, leant up and met his mouth with a brief but thorough kiss. They continued to follow the dirt path through the little forest, and Sam spotted a tree with a very long, thick branch that hung sturdily and horizontally. They walked up to the branch and Sam peered up at it. It was at least half a metre up. Sam suddenly jumped, grabbed onto the branch, and swung his body back and forth, as the branch’s bark was smooth.

Cait giggled and moved to face him, “are we going to climb trees now?” she teased, smirking up at him as he swung like a monkey.

Sam giggled back down at her, “only if you want to, Cait,” he replied, moving sideways on the branch.

Cait then bent down then pounced up and grabbed on to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Sam grunted with the sudden addition of weight. Cait giggled and planted her mouth onto his. She could feel his breath out of his nostrils and against her cheek come at a quicker rate. He suddenly grunted again against her mouth and then they both fell from the branch, landed on their feet for a moment, before Cait threw them off balance by falling backwards onto some lush, deep grass. Sam landed on top of her with his full weight and luckily caught himself, so he didn’t headbutt her. Cait immediately started giggling.

“Are you alright? Sorry, I wasn’t expecting that,” Sam asked, concerned.

Still giggling, Cait nodded and let out a sigh, “ahh, at least we had a soft landing. Did I hurt your arms?” Cait asked, running both hands up his biceps.

Sam let some air out of his nostrils in a brief laugh and shook his head. He bent down and captured her lips to continue their interrupted kiss. She moaned against his mouth as soon as it met hers. The combination of his tongue and the full weight of him on her had her very turned on. She pushed against his left shoulder then used to rest of her body to roll him over and land on top of him. Moving her hair out of the way, she bit and kissed along his jaw and down his neck. Sam’s breath was coming faster.

“Cait, what if someone sees?” he asked breathily.

Cait chuckled against his neck, “don’t worry, I don’t plan to make love to you in this forest. I just wanted to have my fun,” she flirted hotly against his mouth.

“Hm,” he smiled at her, then stretched his neck up to place stubbly kisses down her throat and along her collarbone, “two can play that game.”

She breathed out and moaned quietly as she bent down to him, to give him more access. Sam moaned into her chest and his hands were swirling all around her arse, squeezing here and there. She felt him grow hard beneath her, and reluctantly pushed herself up and away from his mouth.

“Let’s keep exploring?” she asked, cocking one eyebrow up.

He growled, held the back of her neck, and brought her mouth down to his. He squeezed her arse once more and broke the kiss, “okay.”

She got to her feet, held both hands out to him and helped him up. He scanned the area quickly, then adjusted his jeans and himself. She smirked as she watched him. Then he caught her and placed a slap on her arse that made her let out a little squeal.

“Cheeky,” he breathed into her ear, before threading his fingers through hers. She giggled quietly, covering her mouth.

Cait brushed the back of his shirt to get some leaves off, and he instinctively looked at her back and did the same, then pulled a small twig out of her curls and smiled at her cheekily, tossing it over his shoulder.

They had ventured so far into the little forest, that they could see the other side of it, back to the open part of the garden. Before the forest ended, there was a lone tree with a swing.

“Aw, a swing,” Cait smiled.

Sam then had a coy look on his face, peered down at Cait, then bent down and scooped her up into his arms, making her squeal a little louder this time.

Sam laughed and placed her down onto the seat of the swing, then gently pushed her back to make her go forwards. Cait turned her head to the side and smiled at him as she held on to its braided metal sides. Cait pulled out her phone, held it up when the swing was high up and they both smiled happily. Another memory made together.

Ten minutes later and they were hand-in-hand walking towards the exit of the park. Sam looked across the road and saw a dessert shop.

“Would you like to get some treats and sit in the Luxembourg Gardens? It’s just a bit further up, I think,” Sam asked, gesturing further up the street.

“Yes!” Cait replied excitedly, squeezing his hand.

Fifteen minutes later and they had found a shady spot underneath a large tree. Sam sat against the tree, stretched his legs out and then parted them. He patted the grass in between his legs, gesturing for her to sit, which she immediately did. She tucked her legs underneath her and rested her knees against his leg, and her shoulder against his chest. Sam grabbed the bag and pulled out the white cardboard box filled with their Parisian treats. He picked up a pink macaron and held it to her mouth. She smirked and opened her mouth to take a bite. She quickly cupped her hand under her chin to catch any crumbs, then covered her mouth as she chewed.

“Mm,” Cait nodded, rolling her eyes back in pleasure.

Sam popped the other half in his mouth, “I love macarons,” he stated while chewing.

He picked up the box again and held it out in front of her. Cait picked up a truffle and bit off half, then offered the other half to Sam. He took it into his mouth and caught her fingers between his teeth and gently bit down. It caused a smile to twitch at the corners of her mouth. Sam then sucked the top of her finger into his mouth and stroked it with his tongue. She didn’t know why it sent spasms of pleasure straight between her thighs, perhaps because the feeling was giving her memories of other places his tongue has been on her. She responded with a sharp inhale, in which he responded with a cheeky smile as he released her finger. Her heart was beating faster, she was tingling in agonising places. Sam looked to his side down at the carboard box. He picked up a little profiterole and held it in front of her mouth. She gave him a very sensuous look with her eyes before slowly opening her mouth, not breaking her gaze from him. She bit down on the soft pastry and custard exploded into her mouth with unexpected force, some catching on the side of her mouth. Again, her hand instinctively covered her mouth as she chewed, but more so in embarrassment this time. He smirked at her, dropped the other half back in the box, took her hand and lowered it from her mouth. Her tongue was curling to the side to try and capture the custard. She saw the lust in his eyes, and it made her swallow hard. His eyes flicked to her throat as she swallowed, then back up to her mouth. He leant in and placed a soft kiss on her lips, then moved to the side of her mouth where he placed his mouth over the splodge of custard. He lightly licked and nibbled until it was all gone.

He took his mouth off hers and met her eyes again, so close his nose was caressing hers, “mm,” he briefly moaned and licked his lips, flicking his eyebrows up. He brought his thumb to the side of her mouth and gently wiped away any saliva. His hand lingered on her face, his fingertips tracing from her chin, down her jaw. He could feel her breath against his mouth. In one sudden movement, she brought her arm in front of her and planted it to the back of his neck, pushing his mouth onto hers. Their tongues explored, tasting the different flavours mixed together. They didn’t break the kiss until they were gasping for air. Their chests heaved together, sweet-scented breaths resuscitating each other. Sam held her chin, closed his eyes and rested his forehead against hers. A sweet smile interrupted her panting. She ran her fingers through his ginger locks at the nape of his neck and closed her eyes. After a couple of minutes, she moved her body away slightly, down his parted legs, then leant back against him, with her head resting in the crook of his shoulder. He wrapped both arms around her and placed a kiss on top of her forehead, before leaning his cheek against the top of her head. They both let their eyes drift off for a little while.

What woke Sam up forty minutes later was a rain drop falling onto his nose. He flinched at the cold splash, which woke Cait. She yawned and stretched her arms up. Sam peered up at the canopy of the tree above, then at the sky in the distance. It was a dark shade of blue that threatened a good storm was coming.

“We drifted off,” Sam rubbed Cait’s back.

Cait laughed faintly, “yes, we did. How long have we been asleep? Oh god, did anything get taken?!”

“No, it’s alright, everything’s here. And nearly 45 minutes. Looks like the weather’s taken a turn, so we’d better get going. How about some hot chocolate?” Sam asked, putting his legs up to stand.

He got to his feet and pulled Cait up by her hands.

“Oh yeah, that would be nice,” Cait nodded and smiled.

There were several flashes of lightning followed by a low rumble of thunder. The rain started to pour instantaneously.

Cait looked up at the tree they were standing under, then looked at Sam with fear in her eyes.

“It’s alright. Come on,” Sam protectively put his arm around her.

Cait buried her head into Sam’s shoulder, trying to shield herself from the heavy droplets.

By the time they reached the café, ten minutes later, they were soaked. The weather had become very cold and windy, and luckily the café had turned their heaters on indoors. Sam quickly ordered, and Cait found a small, rounded booth under one of the heaters. They slid in and huddled close, removing their wet jackets. Sam put his arm back around her shoulders and they both leant back against the cushioned backrest of the booth, turned towards each other. Sam put his other arm across her body to rub her arm up and down to warm her up. Cait kissed his stubbly chin and then his bottom lip just as the waitress brought their hot chocolates over. When the waitress had reached their table, they were smiling lovingly at each other their noses touching. Their magical spell only broke when the waitress put their drinks down onto the table, shyly.

In a thick, French accent, she inquired, “oh, are you two on your honeymoon?”

Sam and Cait’s mouths opened then they both shook their heads and tried to find the right words.

“Oh, I’m sorry! You just look so in love,” the waitress smiled genuinely, then turned around and walked away.

Cait blushed fiercely and looked down at her hands, licking her lips before sucking them into her mouth. She giggled nervously and peered over at Sam. He was biting his lip and rubbing the back of his neck, his cheeks a little rosy.

Desperate to get past the moment, Cait reached for his hot chocolate and put it in front of him and did the same with her own. She picked it up and took a sip. He did the same.

“Oh my god! It’s like melted chocolate in a cup. Delicious,” Cait expressed, taking another sip.

“Mm!” Sam sipped and nodded, “very nice.”

The energy between them had shifted from bubbly and romantic to awkward and nervous. They both felt it. Determined to not let this be ruined, Sam put his hand on Cait’s thigh and squeezed lightly, before rubbing it back and forth. She met his eye, and he was smiling crookedly at her, an amorous glint in his eye. She smirked at him and leant back against him, wrapping her arm around his. The energy quickly fell back to comfortable and easy, and they spent the next hour and a bit talking, laughing, and drying off under the heater.

They decided to go back to their hotel and have room service for lunch. They both entered their room, Sam firmly shut the door, locked it, then pushed Cait up against it. He ravaged her mouth like he’d never have another opportunity.

“Let’s get you out of those wet clothes,” he breathed into her mouth when they parted.

Cait let out a breathy laugh before being led, by the hand, to the ensuite bathroom. Sam grabbed her waist and pulled her tight against him, meeting her lips again. His hands roamed over her back then settled on her arse where he rubbed and grabbed it to push her groin flush with his. His hands wandered back up and found the bottom of her long-sleeved, knitted jumper, where he tugged it up and over her head. He made a sound that was in between a growl and a moan as the sight of her milky skin in a red, lacy bra. She giggled a little bashfully and fumbled with his belt. He placed a brief kiss on top of each boob, before pulling her close again so he could look behind her to unclasp her bra. He flung it so it landed on top of her jumper that was crumbled on the floor. Cait unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the zipper and Sam took over with ripping his jeans the rest of the way off as quickly as he could. He then did the same with her jeans, finding a silky, purple pair of cheeky-fit underwear with thin strap sides.

His eyes widened with delight, “oh…” he held her waist to turn her around to see her arse in them, “very sexy,” he purred into her ear, and gave her arse a little slap.

He hooked his fingers in the sides and pulled them down her legs. Cait wasted no time in pulling his boxer briefs off and threw them over her shoulder. Seeing his cock standing on a firm diagonal, she grabbed it, pumped it up and down a few times before leaning down and giving the head a brief suck. He let out an abrupt groan when her mouth wrapped around it. She smirked at him when she stood back up, then flirtatiously turned around and walked to the shower with an extra sway in her hips. She leaned over to turn it on, and within a couple of strides, Sam was next to her, kissing up and down her back.

“Just think…” Cait smirked.

Sam stopped what he was doing and met her eye in question.

With a cheeky smile, Cait continued, “Ron and Maryl and all the other cast and crew have no idea their two leads are sleeping together.”

With a sound that came from the back of his throat, Sam smirked back.

“Well, if you want my opinion, it’s Ron’s fault. Having me share a trailer with…an incredibly sexy woman, what did he expect would happen?” Sam stated, continuing his kisses along her shoulder.

“I believe that was Starz’s fault,” pointed out with a little giggle.

“Mm, remind me to thank them, one day,” Sam said in between open-mouthed kisses on Cait’s neck.

He then took a step into the steaming shower, not relinquishing her neck from his mouth until they were under the shower head. Cait’s nipples were hard and poking out, not yet recovered from the cold. Sam bent his head and took each one in his mouth with a gentle suck and a few flicks of his tongue, before abandoning them to nudge Cait against the cold, tiled wall. Her chest was already heaving from the attention on her nipples, and she flinched from the cold contrast of the wall against her back. Sam’s fingers were around her area before he pushed his body against hers and their lips met again. She grinded against his hand, making him smile against her mouth. He moved to her jaw and licked along it before travelling down her neck again. Cait tried to hold herself up, head hung back, eyes shut.

“Cait, after our day today,” Sam began, between his attentions on her body, “in the garden…feeding you…I’ve been desiring your body ever since. I want you Cait, now.”

She let out an out-of-breath moan in response and she reached for his neck. He took her mouth again, halted his hand movements on her and instead reached down to grab her leg behind her knee, and pulled it up to his hip. With a few movements of his pelvis, he was inching inside of her slowly and carefully. His head hung back, and his eyelids became droopy as he felt himself be rubbed by all her grooves as he went in deeper. Cait gripped his shoulders and moved her pelvis to take him inside faster, causing Sam to jolt and reach down to squeeze her arse, bringing himself the rest of the way in, deep inside. Cait responded with an exhaled moan and satisfied smile. Sam moved back and forth and up and down, finding a rhythm in this position. Soon he mastered a rhythm that Cait favoured, he could tell by her sounds coming more frequently, and the way she clawed his skin. Within eight minutes they were both recovering from their peaks of pleasure, gasping the steamy air, exhausted. Sam lowered Cait’s leg back to the floor, captured her lips once more in a lengthy, passionate kiss, and then prepared to wash her body.

Monday morning rolled around, being their last day in Paris, before their 8:30pm flight that night. Their plans before they left were to visit the Cathedrale Notre-Dame de Paris to begin with, then the Musee d’Orsay, then the Sacre-Coeur for lunch. If they had time, they were also planning to go to the Palace of Versailles.

Being a long day, with lots of walking and exploring, they had come back to the hotel at 4pm, very tired, but with a head full of memories. They both flopped onto the lounge, laid down and fell asleep, Sam on his back with his arm around Cait who was snuggled into his side with her head in the crook of his neck.

Sam woke up an hour and a half later, looking down at Cait, still sleeping soundly. Sam slowly moved onto his side and pushed himself up. Cait stirred and rolled onto her back, like he wanted. He lowered himself on top of her and placed delicate kisses over her throat and up beneath her ear. Cait moved her head and let out a quiet moan. He smiled adoringly down at her and continued until he reached her mouth. She puckered her mouth when she felt the pressure of Sam’s. In a quick development, their limbs became entangled in a frenzy, and they were racing to remove their lower layers. Cait grabbed the sides of Sam’s face to hold his mouth on hers, once they were naked from the waist down. He pushed himself into her, and Cait wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him down, so he entered her quicker. Sam had become quite familiar with what Cait liked and ensured he gave her those movements when she came to the brink. Getting a little carried away with thrusting hard and fast, he moved the seat cushion right off the lounge, sending Cait onto the floor with it, with a closed-mouth squeal against his lips. The fall caused Sam to plunge into her hard and that sent her over the edge, and she lost herself completely as she rode through climax with choked screams, and long, breathy moans. A couple of minutes later and Sam followed as he rasped inside her and gasped out his own groans and pants against her shoulder, flowing into her.

On their flight back to Scotland, sadly saying goodbye to Paris, Cait snuggled into Sam and kissed his cheek.

“Are you going to see your mum over Christmas?” Cait asked, idly playing with his stubble.

“Yeah, my brother and I go home over the holidays,” Sam nodded, “usually from the 22nd to New Year’s Eve.”

Cait nodded, “I just got a text from Anne Marie. They’ll be at my parents from the 19th to the 27th.”

“Ah,” Sam nodded, “I’m really going to miss you, Cait,” he whispered tenderly.

Cait squeezed his hand, “I’ll miss you too,” she replied in a soft voice, “god, if you think about it, we haven’t been apart much at all over these past three months, apart from those days when we filmed separately.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” he agreed, placing a kiss on the top of her head.

“I’ll be moving into my new apartment in Glasgow when I come back. At least that will keep me busy until you come back,” Cait began, “maybe…” she traced the bulging veins on his forearm, “maybe you can come to my apartment when you get back?” she didn’t know why she was nervous asking him that.

A grin broke over Sam’s face, “yeah, that’ll be good. Are you going to be okay moving?”

“Yeah, I’m coming back with my brother and sister-in-law, and they’re going to help. I’m flying everything from my LA apartment down, including Eddie of course, straight to the new apartment. So, I’ll stay in the trailer until I leave for my parents, and I’ll take all my stuff with me,” Cait explained.

“Come stay at my apartment until you have to leave?” Sam asked with hope in his eyes.

“Really?” Cait grinned.

“Please?” Sam returned her grin, leaning in to kiss her softly.

“Of course,” she said sensuously against his mouth when she broke the kiss.

Kissing her mouth once more, he asked, “can I see your apartment? I just want to see how far away it is from mine.”

“Yeah,” Cait pulled out her phone and clicked the link sent to her by the property agent.

“Oh okay, yeah. Wow, that’s only ten minutes from me. It looks really nice, it’s very big,” Sam expressed as he scrolled through the photos.

Cait smiled and nodded, “yeah, just going to rent for now.”

Sam nodded, “yeah, I’m only renting. Very nice, Cait. I’m happy for you. You deserve a nice home,” he said handing her phone back, giving her a sweet smile that touched his eyes.

She gave him that emotional-happy pout of her lips, “aw, you’re sweet,” she leant in and pecked him on the lips.

“Oh…what are we going to do about our drivers? We can’t really get them to come to the airport at the same time, it’ll be suspicious,” Cait bit her lip with concern.

“Yeah…uh…we may have to rely on Ubers more than our drivers. Separate Ubers, to be on the safe side. I mean, I know we’ll be out of pocket, but at least we won’t have to worry about being caught,” Sam shrugged a shoulder, biting the side of his mouth.

Cait nodded, “that’s true. We won’t be relying on them over the holidays anyway. Do you have a car?”

“Yeah, do you?” Sam inquired.

“Yeah, it’s being brought over as well,” Cait explained, running her finger up and down through his dusting of arm hair.

“Okay. So, we’ll get our Ubers back to the trailer, gather our stuff, then Uber back to my apartment?” Sam suggested.

“Yes. Plus, if we see any co-stars still on site around their trailers, we won’t be arriving back at the same time. The two Ubers won’t arrive at the same time,” Cait pointed out.

“Mmhmm. It’ll be fine,” his fingers stroked her leg affectionately.

“Wow, I’m going to see your place,” Cait smiled seductively, biting her lip.

Sam chuckled throatily, “yeah. I haven’t been there in months. I apologise in advance for the mess…and the dust,” Sam rubbed the back of his neck, a little embarrassed.

Cait cuddled his arm, “it’s alright,” she shook her head.

“I wonder who’s this is…” Sam voiced out loud as he saw an Uber pull up.

He walked to the car and bent down to the window. He stood back up and beckoned Cait forward. She hurried over.

“It’s yours, Cait,” he said as he opened the door for her.

She stroked his arm, slid into the car, and Sam put her bag on the seat next to her. He then leant into the car, over her bag, held the side of her face and placed a longing kiss on her mouth.

“I’ll see you soon,” he whispered against her lips.

With one last stroke of his thumb on her cheek, he leant back out of the car and waved to her as the car drove off.

Cait arrived back at the trailer and quickly hurried in to pack her bags.

Half an hour after she returned, Sam arrived. Cait wrapped her arms around his neck in a tight hug, burying her face in his neck. He hugged her back just as tight, nuzzling her curls. Cait loosened her hold on him, grabbed his face and planted her mouth on his, as his hands wandered down her spine, landing on both of her arse cheeks with a squeeze.

“I’m all packed and ready to go,” Cait turned to briefly look towards her room.

Sam let a laugh out of his nostrils, “are you excited?” he stroked her cheek.

“Mmhmm,” she leant in took his bottom lip between her teeth gently.

Sam poked his tongue out and flicked her top lip seductively. When she let him go, he pecked her quickly on the mouth, cheek, and side of her neck.

“I best get packing myself then,” he rubbed her back before heading for the doorway.

“I’ll help you,” Cait followed.

Sam reached back so she could hold his hand as they walked into his room.

Cait focused on folding each item of clothing that she found around the room, then went to grab the rest of his clothes out of the dryer to fold. Sam gathered his things and packed everything in his luggage bags. Cait then went to check that there wasn’t anything left under her bed and then came back to check under his bed.

“I think that’s it,” Sam stated looking around, then putting his bags on top of the dining table next to Cait’s.

They rang their Ubers, and Sam made sure he was in the first one. He wanted to try and squeeze in some time to tidy up before she arrived. When the uber arrived at his apartment, he bounded up the stairs with his bags, threw them down by the door when he entered, and sprinted upstairs to his room and ripped the sheets off his bed. He then ran back down the stairs with a big bundle of balled up sheets, chucked them in the washing machine and turned it on. He picked up some clean sheets and ran back upstairs. He had never made a bed quicker in his life. He had broken a sweat already. He dusted all the surfaces, gave the carpet a quick vacuum, picked up any stray clothes and put them in the clothes basket. Lastly, he grabbed a handful of disinfectant wipes, got down on his knees and wiped any pee that had landed on the floor, and squirted both toilets with cleaner. Luckily both bathroom sinks and showers were clean already. He just gave his ensuite mirror a wipe down. Out of breath and already exhausted. It was already 10:30pm.

Five minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Sam’s face lit up and he rushed to the door and opened it. Cait grinned, wobbling slightly with three heavy bags.

“Hi,” Sam grinned back, “here,” he took her bags and put them on top of his bags that hadn’t moved.

He put his arm around her shoulders and led her inside. She smiled brightly as she looked around.

“Excuse me, sir, what mess?” she teased, furrowing her eyebrows slightly.

“I uh…ran around cleaning up,” Sam looked at his feet and rubbed his neck.

Cait giggled faintly and nudged him with her shoulder, “adorable.”

Then she walked towards the big kitchen that was to the left of the little hallway, the dining room was on the right, adjacent, and the living room was in front of the dining room. Behind the kitchen was the staircase and small study room. Sam gave her a full tour of the first floor, including the garden that led out of a glass sliding door in the dining room. Then he led her upstairs and showed her the spare bedroom, main bathroom, then his room, and ensuite connected. His room smelt like his skin, which she had become very familiar with. It was a smell she adored. His bed was as giant as the ones in the trailer, and she blushed at the thought of what they’d get up to in it.

He leant down and kissed her shoulder, “are you hungry?”

“I am. Maybe we should order something?” Cait suggested as they descended the stairs.

“Yeah, anything in particular you feel like?” Sam asked.

“Sushi,” Cait giggled.

“Done,” Sam gave her a lopsided smile.

They snuggled on his large, comfy lounge and watched some tv while they waited for their dinner, and the day ended in as much bliss as their Paris nights, wrapped up in each other in sweaty passion, heavy breathing and screams of pleasure. This was followed by squeezing into his little ensuite shower, not quite as big as the ensuite shower in Paris, but they enjoyed being pressed close together under the water.

For the next two days, they didn’t leave his apartment. They didn’t want to; they didn’t need to. They focused on soaking up as much of each other as they could before they were going to be parted for what would only be just over a week but would feel like longer. These two days were spent challenging themselves to see how much surfaces they could have sex on without causing stains, trying to watch movies but really just sucking each other’s lips off, trying to sunbake together in the garden but Cait in a bikini obliterated Sam’s control, looking through some of Sam’s photo albums, and moments of just holding each other with no spoken words needed.

When the 19th came for Cait to leave for Dublin, she sadly walked to the door to put her bag down.

She exhaled long and deep, then turned around to him with a pouty look, in which he reciprocated teasingly. She wrapped her arms around his waist tight, laid her head on his chest an shut her eyes.

He enveloped her with his strong arms, rubbing up and down. He let out a slightly defeated sigh.

“What will I do without you?” resting his chin on top of her forehead.

“Miss me until you get back, and I’ll do the same,” she smiled faintly up at him.

“That I will,” he laid his forehead on hers.

Cait’s uber pulled up then, and she let out another sigh. She stood up on her toes, wrapped her arms around his neck and leant in.

“I hope you have a wonderful Christmas, and a nice time with your mum and brother,” she breathed, then leant into his mouth with a kiss full off passion, hunger, and longing. A kiss she made sure he wouldn’t forget.

His mouth was just as eager as hers and he quietly groaned into her mouth as they broke apart. He stroked her cheek, then down her jaw, “have a nice time, Cait. Text me when you land?”

“Yes, and I’ll call you tonight when I get into bed,” she promised with one last deep kiss.

The Uber driver approached the steps and put Cait’s bag in the boot. A sad wave and a blown kiss, and she was gone.

As wonderful as their family time over Christmas was, they were pining for each other; it felt like New Year’s Eve would never arrive. Luckily for Cait, moving and setting up her new apartment did keep her very preoccupied for most of the time. When the morning of New Year's Eve came, she watched the clock all day, paced her apartment, had lengthy conversations with Eddie about Sam, and puttered about, trying to make the time go fast, until 1:30pm rolled around.

1:39pm and Cait had a knock at her door. She squealed and jumped in place in an overexcited state, arms flailing. Eddie’s head whipped in her direction, with a surprised expression. Cait then sprinted to the door and slid the last two metres in her socks. She opened the door with the biggest, cheesiest grin on her face, but no one was there. Her face dropped immediately, and she almost stepped on the biggest bunch of white roses on her doorstep. She looked down at them and gasped, her smile returning. She then stepped out of her doorway and looked around, confused.

“Sam?” she called out.

And then he appeared, with a giggle and a giant smile. He took a big step out from behind the large hedge at the front of her apartment, at the bottom of the steps, and held his arms out.

She exhaled sharply and her eyes welled up as quickly as her grin spread back across her face. She quickly, but carefully, put her roses back down on the doorstep, then ran to him. She jumped from the third step up and into his arms. He caught her with a slight grunt at the speed in which she hit him. Legs wrapped tightly around his waist, and arms anchored so tightly around his neck, she felt a tear fall down her face and onto his shoulder.

He held her so snug and dug his face into her hair. He inhaled her scent, a scent he had been craving for so long.

He exhaled deeply, “oh…babe,” he squeezed her tighter to him.

Cait’s eyes popped wide open, and that wide smile came back, but with emotion moving her eyebrows upward.

She leant back to look at him, one side of her face stained with the single tear, “babe?” she asked in a mix of emotion and flirtation.

“Babe,” he answered huskily against her lips. Then he smiled adoringly, leant in, and took her mouth in a kiss that would show her just how much he missed her.

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The Last Renewal

(based on this post I did)

Luka mindlessly strummed his guitar as he sat on the deck of the Liberty. Playing always helped him feel out what he should do next or where he should go for the current timeline he was in.

He wasn’t sure how many times he’d used Renewal to go back; not because he’d lost count, but because he’d never kept count in the first place. Sass had asked him before his first one how many times he was willing to go back, and he honestly couldn’t answer because he wasn’t able imagine a number big enough.

Seeing Marinette frown the way she did before he’d ever renewed a single timeline, he didn’t know if there was a number big enough.

All things considered, the current timeline seemed relatively normal, though he couldn’t help feeling that he was out-of-sync with it. It worried him, imagining Marinette falling into misery again despite his best efforts.

But he couldn’t predict what could happen, nor could Sass, so he didn’t want to use Renewal just yet. He’d just do what he’d been doing and see what came of it.

“Luka?”

He looked up from his guitar, surprised by the familiar voice. Marinette was standing across from the boat and rocking back and forth on her heels, gaze occasionally flickering to the gangplank.

“Marinette?”

It took him a moment to realize that he’d been sitting there stupidly, not doing anything but staring at her. He finally got up, setting his guitar aside and heading for the gangplank to allow her onboard. “Not that I’m complaining, but what are you doing here?”

Her posture was straighter than usual as she walked across the gangplank to get to him. She looked down at the deck, briefly biting her bottom lip, then made eye contact. “I wanted to see you?”

His heart skipped a beat and he promptly tried to ignore it. Somehow, no matter how much he renewed the timeline, she still had the power to send his feelings into overdrive.

She shifted in place at his lack of response, asking sheepishly, “Is that okay?”

He forced himself back to reality, returning her smile with a genuine one. “Of course it is.”

“...But?” she inquired with a tilt of her head.

Oh. Had she always been able to read him like that?

Not wanting her to worry, he answered honestly, “It’s nothing. I just... thought you’d be with Adrien and everyone else right now.”

Because it only made sense for her to be where everyone else was; he couldn’t imagine why she wouldn’t. Adrien was there, and since her friends were too, it wasn’t even like she had to be alone with him at risk of her anxiety.

“I know,” she admitted, “but... then I thought about you and how you were here all by yourself.”

He blinked. Her response seemed like such a small thing, but it set a firework off in his heart nonetheless. He felt like he should be used to it, but she’d never just—and so casually—

“Thanks for thinking about me,” he said, “but my mom’s hanging out here somehow. You don’t have to feel forced to stay.”

Giving her an out if she didn’t want to reply, he turned away and walked back to his guitar. Honestly, she’d already made his day just by showing that she thought of him, so he didn’t need her to stick around.

He’d only gotten to grab the neck of the guitar when she spoke up again.

“Sorry. I lied.”

He raised a brow, not understanding what she meant by that. Turning around, he saw her fidgeting shyly and... had she always been blushing like that?

"I wasn't thinking about how lonely you were,” she confessed, “I mean, I was—but it wasn't about you being lonely. Even if I knew your mom was here, I...” She met his gaze. “I wanted to be the one who made you feel not lonely?”

He could only stand there, trying to process that. In all of his renewals, he couldn’t remember anything like this. Renewal did have its flaws, like leaving occasional gaps of in his memory of past timelines, but he was sure he wouldn’t be able to forget something sweet like that; in fact, all of his moments with her were hard to forget.

Smiling at her, realizing that she said it and meant it, he gave her a grateful nod. “I definitely feel that way now.”

She beamed at him in response, looking so proud and happy that he almost found it funny.

He sat back in his original spot and set his guitar on his lap, not complaining when Marinette walked over and took a seat next to him. Her eyes locked with his at first, then moved to his guitar with an expectant look.

He didn’t really think about what to play. He just did it, letting his fingers decide the tune. He didn’t notice that he was playing this moment until he saw that the look on Marinette’s face matched some of the notes.

He mentally acknowledged that he still got lost while enjoying the little times they had one-on-one with each other. After all, he never knew when or if he was going to feel it again. There were timelines where Marinette would abruptly pull away from their friendship, so he had to try not to get too hopeful. She was unpredictable that way.

He really did love that about her though. He supposed it was a character flaw of his, not he had any intention of changing it.

He only realized that he’d stopped playing when Marinette’s hand came to rest over the one he had on his guitar’s neck. He glanced at her, seeing that her eyes were soft and half-lidded as if she were daydreaming about something.

Apparently sensing that he was staring, she peeked over at him, a blush overtaking her face as she pulled her hand away.

“Ah—do you remember how we met?”

“Of course I do,” he answered immediately, almost offended that she’d consider that he could forget.

She giggled at the fast response. Staring down at her lap, she idly twirled a strand of her hair and admitted, “I was actually pretty embarrassed about it for a while. Just—out of all the first impression I could’ve given, it had to be me stammering like an idiot.”

He chuckled, knowing that he couldn’t tell her that he looked forward to it every time.

“It’s not a bad thing,” he assured. When she gave him a weird look, he clarified, “Your song plays for everyone to hear. I think that's amazing, and I'm glad I get to hear it."

She pouted at him, but he could tell by the way her blush reddened that she didn’t object to him saying such things. He knew he might’ve come on a little strong and he didn’t really mean to, but...

Well, she somehow got prettier with every Renewal and he never got used to it.

“T-thank you,” she murmured, a small whine in her voice. Awkwardly toying with the fabric of her capris, she added, “Sometimes, I-I feel like you’re the only one listening...”

The happy skip of his heartbeat turned to an ache. He turned his gaze back to his guitar, already trying to come up with some sort of melody that might cheer her up in case he were to fail at comforting her. He grabbed one of the tuning pegs, twisting it slightly and thinking of using it as some sort of music metaphor that she could relate to.

He was about to bring it up when she cut him off.

“And... then I realized that I’m okay with that.”

He faltered, accidentally twisting the peg far more than intended. That string was definitely out of tune now.

His confusion must’ve shown on his face when he looked at her, judging from how she looked back. Her focus shifted to his arm, her hand reaching up to grab the cuff of his sleeve.

"You're the least complicated person I've ever had in my life, Luka. I know it doesn't sound like a compliment, but it is. It feels like you've always understood me, and that I could understand you back."

He hesitated to respond, remembering how many times he’d renewed the timeline. What if...what if she could sense it and it was affecting her reaction to him? Maybe her powers as guardian reached her even when he went back, or her having had snake under her protection gave her a link to it? Either way, he’d never intended for such a side effect.

“Like we’ve known each other for a long time...?” he prompted uneasily.

She genuinely thought about it, rubbing her chin in silent contemplation. Her conclusion ended up being a simple shake of her head. “No. Just... that you’ve always been listening, and I never really appreciated it.”

He hoped his sigh of relief wasn’t obvious enough to warrant any questioning. Smiling, he replied, “I never felt like you were taking me for granted, Marinette.”

She snorted, then giggled, smiling up at him with a fond gaze. “Of course you don’t. You—you’re too caring. You don’t think of yourself. You’re always thinking of other people... of me.” She let go of his sleeve to nudge him playfully. “If I didn’t already think of others first too, I’d call you a bad influence.”

He giggled as well, though his heart was racing for reasons he didn’t understand. While Marinette seemed rather casual in interacting with him, something about the scene felt... intimate. He didn’t feel like he’d done anything particularly special in the current timeline - he was just being himself - so why—

“I was thinking about it; about that day, I mean,” she explained. “That’s why I brought it up. You comforted me again when I was worried about the ice rink, and once I started thinking about it, I couldn’t stop.”

He did nothing but listen to her, his mind genuinely blank.

She continued, “It wasn’t about no one else listening. It was more than that. You... you’re so you. You know how to make me laugh, you worry about me, you get angry on by behalf, and I've never felt more in-sync with someone than when we were sneaking into the TVi studio together."

She looked back at his sleeve, the cuff slightly out of place from when she’d grabbed it earlier. She went about fixing it, even caressing the button with her thumb.

“And then, I sort of realized... that I wanted more than just you listening. I—” She took a breath, making eye contact with him to help get her point across. “—I want to play for you. Just you. I don’t want anyone else to hear it.”

He opened his mouth, but it’s not working, only letting out a ghost of a word that he’d attempted to say. When he finally did manage to speak, all that came out was, “I... Marinette, I—”

“I love you, Luka,” she confirmed.

“Ah—”

His world went quiet, his mind unable to focus on anything else but the sparkle in her eyes. He replayed the last five seconds in his head, just to make sure he’d heard correctly.

Then, Marinette suddenly let out a breathy laugh, a hand to her chest in what looked to be a gesture of relief.

“That...” She sighed happily. “That was so much easier than I’d thought it’d be.”

If he wasn’t sure before, now he was. “You... you love me? You mean that?”

It sounded dumb when he asked it out loud like that.

She blushed, but her smile didn’t falter. “Yeah. You...you can tell by now, right?”

With that, something clicked. Things that didn’t make sense before now fit together in a neat little puzzle.

He was out-of-sync, just like he’d thought, because he hadn’t noticed that Marinette had felt anything for him beyond friendship. A mild attraction, maybe, but nothing beyond that. After spending so many Renewals seeing her get together with Adrien, he’d unconsciously began to ignore any hints that she had any feelings for him: Luka Couffaine.

Thus, if she looked at him more than usual, he chose not to notice. If she got exhausted by schemes of her getting together with Adrien, he presumed that she was just maturing past that stage and into a “normal” crush faster than usual. If she leaned a little closer when he played guitar for her - oh, she’d totally been doing that today, hadn’t she? - he brushed it off as him imagining things.

But now, he could tell. Now that she told him - now that he knew what to listen for - it was all he could hear. He’d never expected her to actually fall for him, at best thinking that she’d end up single, yet here she was.

He almost felt stupid for not noticing. She’d played the notes for him, but he didn’t hear what they had to say. Somehow, he’d spent so many Renewals understanding how she felt, yet simultaneously not understanding how she felt about him.

He was second-guessing himself all of a sudden. Had she shown interest in past Renewals and he tuned her out? When she’d pulled away from what he deemed to be friendship, was it truly spontaneous or had he chosen to dismiss all the signs she was giving him? Did she love him in any of those instances or was it just now that she ended up being in love with him—

Gosh, she loved him right now.

“I know it’s a lot,” she admitted, the apology implied in her tone. “I’m a lot. I mean, I’m not any good at being subtle, but—”

He snapped back to reality, all questions of whens and hows thoroughly discarded. Like it had wronged him, he shoved his guitar off his lap, leaving him free to pull Marinette into a tight hug.

Her surprised “Ah!” synced with the sound of the guitar hitting the deck. “L-luka? Your guitar!”

“I don’t care,” he whispered into her shoulder. He’d spent so many discarded timelines with that darn instrument that he didn’t feel an ounce of regret knocking it away if it meant leaving his lap free for Marinette.

He might’ve been shaking. Marinette’s concerned tone implied as much as she started to ask, “A-are you...”

She trailed off, as if a realization had started to form. Slowly, her hands came up to rest on his back, followed by her arms as she returned the strength of his hug.

He sighed, needing a moment to breathe her in. Vaguely answering her unfinished question, he replied, “...I’m so happy right now.”

“O-oh,” she squeaked, voice soft and quiet compared to when she’d confessed to him. She seemed to know what he meant by that. “You...you deserve to be happy, Luka. Y-you deserve all the happiness in the world.”

“I already have it,” he assured, gently squeezing her to remind himself that she was here. “It’s right here. You just gave it to me, Marinette.”

She shook, swallowing just to let out a weak, “L-luka...”

“I love you too. I love you so much,” he confessed, the words like a dropped weight that caused him to feel even lighter than he already felt.

Marinette’s fingers twitched against his back, her hands hesitating as if to prolong the hug as much as much as possible. When she eventually did release him, he felt a gentle push on his shoulders that encourage him to pull back.

He had to force himself to do so, having been content to hug her for the rest of the day had she allowed him to. However, he only caught a glimpse of her face, her eyes shimmering, before she was leaning in again, pressing a split-second kiss to his lips.

He jolted, as if he’d just been shocked, but then she kissed him again, this time closer to a full second.

It definitely didn’t feel like that long.

Once she’d pulled away to look at him, he averted his gaze and brought a hand to his lips, cherishing the memory of what he never thought he’d have. Marinette, meanwhile, was giggling, obviously enjoying the effect she had on him.

He made eye contact with her, then finally reached out to take her face in his hands. She hummed in content, placing her own hands on top of his while giving him unspoken permission.

He leaned in, kissing her until their time together felt longer than every timeline he’d erased.

#type: story #story: other #Flower Arrangement Shipping #((In which Luka can't process a single thing that happens.))#((Boi spends multiple timelines with her and is still as gone as ever.))#((If he thinks it's bad now I'm sure Sass will eventually tell Marinette about everything he did for her.))#Pro LukaMari #Lukanette

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fireworks | l.jn

Summary: New Years are chances for drastic changes, so every year you make Jeno promise to never forget several things before the clock strikes 12. Now and then he makes a note to recall all the things he's sworn on, except one: that one time that never really left his mind at all.

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Life was a little complicated back then, if a little harsh. He was just getting used to having his brother — stepbrother, really — and the only person he knew was Na Jaemin, whose only friend was Lee Donghyuck. That's three new people he's met in four days, and he was so overwhelmed he hid in his bedroom for a day straight.

You come in a little later, and even then he knew you were a force to be reckoned with. The stubborn Lee Donghyuck was in some way caught in your strings, and Renjun (who he's very intimidated by) allows you to pinch his cheeks — what kind of power, right?

It all starts from when he was 12 years old, newly moved to the Neighborhood, on the 23rd of December.

The first shift was when the year ended and another began, welcomed by the brightest set of fireworks Jeno's ever watched. Amidst it all, Jaemin invites all of you to go and hang-out, having already asked your parents way before he asked you all. You had pointed at him then.

"Don't forget to come, okay, Jeno?" you tell him, head slightly tilted. "We're friends now. I would seriously be upset if you don't show up!"

"Sure but uh, my parents— what's that?"

"Nana's got it under control, and well, pinky swear!" you link your pinkies together, and you offer him a sweet smile. "You break the promise and expect me to cut your fingers off."

Donghyuck's friends... are quite scary, per se, but he made a promise that night. His heart raced quickly at that thought, and he shakes slightly, but another round of fireworks burst up the sky, and this time it's much more brilliant, even more radiant, and as all of you exchange smiles, he knows that he's made friends as well.

###

Something about Jeno is astral, you concluded. He just doesn't believe it.

"You see that Jen?" you asked him one of the many times you've asked him to stay up with you. He remembers the honeyed-laughter you let out then, "That's the brightest star in the sky as seen from Earth, and it's called Sirius."

He couldn't form words then. He didn't know what it was that got him so stunned, but he knew that it was something beautiful; whether it's the stars or you.

He remembers what makes his heart go wild: "And to me, if I was the Earth, that'll be you. You're my Sirius."

Jeno hoped it meant something. He wished that it meant as much to you as it did to him because he keeps on losing sleep dreaming of how hypnotic you look, mind void of anything else aside from redamancy. He hopes it means something even after he realizes that it's just like you to associate people with celestial bodies.

"Renjun's like the moon..." you sighed wistfully, chin resting on your palms. "He seems so far away, distant and mysterious. He's the type of person you never truly know... but sometimes, a person always makes effort to glance at it more often than the others. That person knows less of his mystery and more of his misery, at that point."

"And that person, I suppose, is you? You know him the most."

"And I... the things you're implying!" you groaned. "Stop fooling around, Hyuck."

The clock moves closer to 12, and Jeno decides that it's now or never — he asks a question: "If at one point, you have to choose; would you rather have the moon or the stars?"

"I would rather have them together," comes rather too quickly, way too mindlessly. "The stars would be lonely without the moon, and it goes both ways."

"But—"

"No one's more than the other," you shrug, turning to face him. "You overheard it, didn't you? Well, don't worry about it."

Guilt washes over his face, and you shake your head slightly as you raise both your hands to cup his cheeks. It's quiet for a moment just like the way it's always been when the world holds their breaths, counting down and anticipating the last number. That space has somewhat always been empty, the one that makes him think — this silence is the type that echoes, the type that feels cold. It emphasizes all his feelings.

"You're still my Sirius, Jen," you whisper, and if you weren't so close, the fireworks would've drowned your confession. His eyes flutter at the warm feeling your words give him. "You'll always be my favorite. Now, promise me that you won't ever question that."

He nods and makes his promise, but it doesn't mean he stops being anxious. What if one day, you look up at the night sky and realize that you preferred the moon over Sirius, after all?

"I can see the hesitance in your eyes," you say even softer this time. The fireworks subside, just like the loudness of his heart, but then as if in sync they start up again — the fireworks and his heartbeat. You smiled, and both of them returned much stronger than the last. "Please don't doubt me."

It's alright, he concludes. He realizes that he doesn't need to be your favorite. Just as long as he has you — because that's what he wants the most at the moment. He wants you all to himself for as long as he can have you, and you looked so lovely that he almost tells you that and the galaxies of words occupying his mind since summer two years ago — he wants to say them slowly so you won't forget, so that he closes the tiniest distance separating the both of you that feels so big despite being unnamed, a haunting chasm that spreads further every shuddering breath —

But he doesn't.

###

It certainly is illegal.

How it happened is a little bit crazy — well, not really, but just like most of Jeno's irrational decisions, it starts from Donghyuck's stories and then boils down to his curiosity. Flash forward to right now, an unexpected but welcomed masterpiece in front of you, Jeno admiring the painted wall with delight and proudness ebbing through his veins. Around him, spray paint cans lie empty, some half-full.

'Hyuck and Renjun does it all the time, and they've never been in trouble,' Jeno said.

'You're dumb and I can't believe I'm letting you do this,' you replied.

But why should you stop?

Jeno looks regal when he's breathless like this, adrenaline sparkling in his eyes like the golden glitter staining his eyelids. This side of him is nowhere soft — it's too passionate, too unknown, too beautiful to not be overwhelming. You manage a muffled call of his name.

An instant before 23:59 turns to zero, the year beginning again. You spend half of that minute staring at each other, somewhere along the way a force pulling you so close to him.

"I need you to swear on it." you manage to say between the blurs. "Promise me we'll always stay like this."

Ten, nine, eight

"Promise." He says, raspy, pinky finger entwined with yours. He cups your cheeks, gentle, just carefully watching. He smiles. "You and me, like this, forever."

Seven, six, five

His stare is firm, but at the same time, it's so gentle. It's as if he's seeing you in a new light and he wants to miss none of it, not even a split-second. Your eyes flutter shut.

"Can I kiss you?"

Four, three, two

Your heart beats aggressively against your chest, your toes curling in your shoes out of nervousness. Despite that, you nod your head enthusiastically, something he always found so endearing.

"Of course, yes, please."

One

Fireworks burst into sparkling reds and golden yellows, both in the night skies and your hearts. Your lips each a lustrous star, crashing together ever so softly, sparkling like luminous spheres about to go supernova — the kiss a cyclopean shift to the Universe's plan.

###

People change all the time. Friends are people. It's only normal to drift apart a little, right?

After all, it doesn't matter if you don't hang out as much as then. It's reasonable, honestly. Donghyuck's been immersed in his music these days, Jaemin spends most of his time hanging around the dance studio and bothering a certain boy named Jisung (bless his heart for not murdering Jaemin yet) while Renjun's busy... doing his thing. Hell knows what he's been up to, but the last time Jeno's seen him, he has an overwhelming amount of books stacked on his table ("It's a queue, Jeno. I'm reading the next one after this once I finish!"), and he just hopes he doesn't take three years before finishing all those up.

"Why is it that it's so hard for them to make time to be normal friends?"

"It's hard for them to make time to be normal people, what do you expect?" you roll your eyes, turning off your phone and then sitting right across from him. "We'll meet next Sunday, anyway. Let's give those people hell from us both!"

From outside, the world celebrates a new incoming year, but for some odd reason, you two stayed inside his room. Light seeps in from his open window, seeping golds and violets and reds, occasional greens, and other colors. All it does is remind him of that kiss. It sends a flush on his cheeks, especially when you leaned to press a kiss on his forehead, ever so careful.

Jeno would like to believe that it was out of random, but he felt like at that moment, you knew something he didn't.

"Promise me something, yeah?" you asked, nervous. "Promise me you'll never forget that I love you."

"I pro—" he says as if a routine, but then he halts. "You what?"

The fireworks stop, and the both of you knew that it only takes a little seconds before they ignite again. You looked up to meet his gaze, mustering up courage, and making your voice silvery and clear.

"I love you," you said, shaking. "So fucking much, Jeno. Now promise me."

He stays in stunned silence for a little, and then he pulls you into a hug so tight neither of you ever wanted to let go. His breathing was shaky and so was yours, a feeling as unstable and as sweet as the kiss you two shared right after he whispered an answer, "I promise."

And that was enough for you to know that he loves you too.

("I feel cheated that you never told me. We could've been doing this for years," he nags later once you're spooning in his bed, his chest pressed against your back. You break into laughter then, still coming down from the high of sparkling lights and pure euphoria.

"We're just in time, love. There's no need to rush when we have an infinity ahead of us.")

###

It's easier to remember moments that passed like headlights on highways at full speed when all is said and done. If that makes sense at all, maybe that could be the reason why he just realized it now that neither of you two got to tell how much you wanted to be so much more than friends who confessed to having feelings for each other. You never clearly talked where you should stand.

If he were to say his truth, he'd say that there was way more than to how you looked against the bright lights exploding and the towns of stars. There's way more to you than the way you made his heart beat, skip, and ache. The truth is, you were heavenly. It made his heart do all the things it could do so he's unable to speak. The truth is, he knew where it was going, and he didn't want to travel that road. The truth is, he's been falling for the longest time, but the truth is not important.

Because not even the truth could have given you the freedom to have a choice, he says in his mind.

"Promise me you won't forget me." You looked so gentle close to him like that, skin reflecting moonlight and flares. "Please, baby. Promise me."

But it's the last thing he ever wanted to do. He doesn't want you to make him swear to never forget you — you have forever waiting ahead, and you're walking down that road hand-in-hand. Why does he need to promise to always remember when there's no reason he'll forget? It's the last thing he needs. He'll have you next to him every day and there would be no hour that expires where he doesn't hold you, no second that passes that he doesn't feel like he loves you.

He didn't want to have to promise that because people only ask to be remembered if they're planning to leave.

Jeno closes his eyes, lowering his head. "Don't do this to me."

Still, after the most painful kiss he ever had, it lingers both like sugar and poison at his lips, your name, and a promise. A promise he never wanted to make.

"We'll see each other again..." he whispers, painfully fond. "For now... for now, we'll take some time and wish that the Universe brings us back together...If the Universe doesn't do it for us, then I will. I promise."

He recalls the night before, then all the previous others that stands out with vibrant colors and the love of his life. He crosses his fingers and wishes that sometime somewhere, you look up to watch fireworks but see Sirius instead — and it reminds you to come home.

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