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[joonberriess]

𓆩♡𓆪 “wetter than umbrellas and stickier than apple pie,” — jock!jk

·˚ ༘ 💌 TAGS — fingering (brief), unprotected sex, creampies, attempted quiet sex, reader’s WAP, messy sex, squirting (mentioned), some dirty talk, possessive!jk, jealous!jk + jennie, jennie makes an appearance woooo, voyeurism on her part, she wants you, sexual tension(?), oc is a dumb puppy: confirmed

You’re just so so pretty… Jennie is utterly in love with you. How could anyone not be? You’re the sweetest thing that’s ever walked this earth; it'd be a crime to not like you. It made Jennie just want to wrap you up in a little cocoon and never let you back out, you were too good for this place (too good for Jungkook too in her humble opinion).

She’s always harbored a tiny crush on you, it never got too serious because she knew you probably didn’t swing that way anyways. There were no hard feelings between the two of you anyways which she was glad for. Jennie however was irked by Jungkook as of lately (when was she not irritated with him though?). More than usual might she say.

The thing was Jungkook had a big mouth, he was shameless and was always letting shit slip from his lips. Jennie despised him for putting images of you, her little cutie pie dummy, in the most vulgar positions known to man all because of his mouth. Up until now she hadn’t really thought about you in that way, even if the walls were a little too thin and she might have heard a thing or two.

“Oh I’m sorry,” you’d say with those cute puppy eyes of yours, “I promise I’ll keep it down!” Jennie knew you’d forget so she didn’t hold you to that.

It all started about a week ago when Jennie had met up with Jisoo and the older girl accidentally let it slip about you and Jungkook. “I can’t believe they talk about our sex lives, I did NOT need to know Jungkook eats ass for fucks sake.” Jisoo spits out in embarrassment, covering her mouth as she tries not to laugh too loudly.

Jennie’s brow quirks up, “He eats ass?” She peers over at Jisoo, “Who the fuck told you that.” She snorts.

“My boyfriend duhh, who else Jennie?” Jisoo shakes her head and rolls her eyes fondly, “He hung out with him like last week and they were talking about shit they’ve done or what they like and don’t like.”

Jennie stops listening once Jisoo starts complaining about Yugyeom spilling the beans. She looks down at the ground while they walk, zoning out and getting lost in her thoughts. Her not so holy thoughts at that.. Now she can’t stop thinking about how you’ve probably gotten your ass ate.

(It’s what you deserve of course. Jennie’s surprised her mouth waters a little at the thought.)

Since then Jennie starts noticing a lot more things she once didn’t think were sexual or shit she just flat out ignored like your unabashed nudity and silly little shows of affection with her. It makes her realize what a little minx you are, and the very painful fact that she’s attracted to you more than ever.

“Jennieeeee!” You happily whine and throw your arms around the girl, “Are you proud of me I made dinner for us.” You rub your cheek against her own and pout at her, “I didn’t forget to push down the lever on the toaster this time either!”

Jennie hesitantly slides her hands around your (soft?) hips, resting them right there as she balances herself because she’s got an arm full of you. “Really? That’s good y/n,” she squeezes your cheek and smiles. Jennie gets an eye full of tits right in her face she literally has to force her eyes away as she grimaces.

“What’s wrong?” You tilt your head, eyes full of wonder and lips still set into a small pout.

Jennie shakes her head, “Nothing, just hungry.”

“Let’s eat!”

Things get worse when Jennie comes home one night late from work, she had seen Jungkook’s car parked out in the front and she dreaded his presence already. “I’m home.” She calls out while unlocking the door, not wanting her entrance to be a surprise just in case you two were getting busy.

“Hi,” you turn your head and send her a soft smile, “you okay? I left some take out in the microwave for you.” You turn back around and lay your head back on Jungkook’s shoulder again. Jungkook’s busy still watching the movie so he waves his hand in acknowledgement.

Jennie rolls her eyes and passes by, but not before smacking the back of Jungkook’s head, “I thought I told your ass to stop parking your car so near the fucking line. I can’t even get out of my own damn car.”

“Fuck off no I didn’t,” Jungkook laughs, “you fuckin’ liar always trying to hate on me for no reason.” He says and throws a balled up napkin at Jennie who yells ‘Hey bitch!’ in surprise, “y/n tell her something, she’s being mean to me.” Jungkook buries his face in your face and leaves small kisses there.

Before Jennie can make a face of disgust you turn to her with that pretty face of yours, “Jen, I already told you that it’s not nice being a meanie. You pinky promised me you were going to be nicer.” It’s sickening how gagged you have her.

Jennie surprisingly lets it go and heads over to sit down on the opposite couch. She grumbles in annoyance and tosses a dirty look at Jungkook, who’s smug as a motherfucker right now. Her eyes lower down to your smooth pretty thighs, not a hair in sight (must have waxed..) You’re wearing a pair of pink sailor moon socks and from this angle she catches a glimpse of your panties which are completely lace..

You’re curled up on Jungkook’s side, tucked away and hidden by both his big ass and then the oversized shirt you assume belongs to him (given the lack of clothes on his ass). The collar is slightly disheveled and pulled down off to the side, exposing your hickey covered neck looking like he mauled you. Jungkook looks so nonchalant as he rubs your thigh with his hand, squeezing and gripping the soft looking flesh.

Jennie hates to admit but you two look so fucking hot together. Now she sees why people think you two make a fit couple, you make everyone else look like shit. She ends up sulking even more in her seat and decides to watch the movie instead or else she’s going to be more annoyed at him.

Half way through the movie Jennie hears you yawn softly and that’s when it’s Jungkook’s cue to move. He picks you up like nothing and starts to head out to your room. “Night Jennie.” You softly whisper, “I’ll see you tomorrow ‘kay?” You smack your lips together as you smile sleepily at her.

Jennie waves, “Night.” She decides to stick it out and watch the rest of the movie alone.

She doesn’t exactly count on falling asleep then and there, only waking up when the tv’s light blares in her face with the stupid “Still watching?” screen displayed. “Fuck what time is it?” She whispers to herself and grabs her phone, hissing at the brightness and closing her bleary eyes, “Three?” She grunts and rolls off the couch.

Jennie turns the TV off and heads down the hall to her room, blinking the blurriness in her vision away. She sees your door cracked open and makes a mental note to shut it for you after she finishes using the restroom. It’s when she’s washing her hands that she hears…it. She frowns in confusion and stops for a moment, hearing a rhythmic thudding noise against the walls.

“What the fuck..” Jennie whispers and dries off her hands, stopping for a few seconds as the sounds continue. “So I’m not trippin’.” She concludes and steps out quietly.

The noise is more clear when she steps out into the hallway and Jennie already knows what the hell you two are up to. It pisses her off more that the door is left open and now she has to fucking sneak into her room without being spotted. Just her luck honestly.

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“Mm..mmm..” Moans slip past your lips as Jungkook’s hands hold your waist steady while fucks into your wet cunt over and over again. He’s not completely bottoming out to avoid making any unnecessary noises like your skin smacking against each other etc.

Jungkook’s eyes are settled down on your bouncing and jiggling tits, your nipples are perked up begging to be sucked on. He told you that you both needed to keep quiet but honestly it’s getting a bit harder with how good you wrap around his cock. Your cunt’s so fucking creamy dollops of slick coat his cock and form a ring around the base, which disappears everytime he slips back in to your dewy little pussy.

“Shit baby,” he grunts under his breath, “ ‘member we gotta keep quiet?” He bites down on his bottom lip and resists the urge to fuck into you harder.

You mewl softly in return and reach up to grip the pillow you’re laying on, “..trying,” you weakly huff, “just feels so good.” Your eyes are hazy and your speech comes out a little slurred, Jungkook already knows you’re about to start drooling at this point.

“Be a good girl for me.” He moans quietly and grips your chin tightly, pressing your cheeks together and making your pouty lips pucker up for him. “I know you can.” He whispers as his eyes drop down to where you’re both connected, a string of creamy slick already coats his pelvis and he curses at how much wetter you just got.

You gasp quietly and arch your back when his cock strikes your g-spot, perfectly rubbing up against it with his coordinated thrusts. You greedily roll your hips up into his and gurgle on your moans. “More,” you slur out, “wan’ more Jungkookie.”

He moans a little too loud as his hips stutter in their movements, he finds himself pressing in and rotating his hips in small circles. You’re just too fucking sexy for your own good, had his poor cock throbbing and everything. As Jungkook grinds in deeply, he listens to the sounds your cunt makes. It’s like macaroni in a pot.

“Holy fuck, you’re gonna make me cum baby.” Jungkook’s mouth falls open in a silent moan as he shudders, “Soaked lil’ pussy makin’ a mess on my cock, you gonna clean it for me?” He gasps quietly.

You nod eagerly and whimper for more, “C-Cum, cum in me.” You whisper out as your hand travels down, fingers parting in a ‘V’ right where his cock slides in and out. “P-Promise I’ve been good..!” You moan out, “Been the best girl for you.”

He loses it when your little fingers slide against his shaft everytime he backstrokes and then pushes back in. His balls ache and he fucks into you for a couple more seconds until he’s coming and filling your pussy to the brim. “Shit,” he releases a long sigh as he pants quietly and looks down, “fuckin’ hell.” Jungkook bites his lip and muffles his moan as he slowly slips his sensitive cock out of you with a wet plop.

You happily curl your legs towards you, hands coming under your thighs to hold them up so not a drop of cum is wasted. “Did good?” You sleepily ask.

“Perfect.” Jungkook licks his lips and leans up to kiss you as he trails a hand down to your slicked up pussy, fingers dipping into the mess you created down there. He intends on getting you messier, good thing you have all night long.

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Jennie doesn’t sleep at all after that night. She remembers lying awake in bed as images flashed through her brain like a sequence. She thinks about your messy thighs and how your pussy stretched around Jungkook’s cock. Needless to say she went to bed uncomfortably hot down there and a pair of wet panties.

She doesn’t look neither you nor Jungkook in the eye the next day when she goes to get breakfast. You’re as clueless as ever but something about Jungkook’s dark eyes having this knowing look in them tells her he did that shit on purpose. She chooses to ignore it and continue like nothing happened. Maybe it was time she took Lisa up on that offer on being fuck buddies.

A couple of days later Jungkook breaks the ice between them two. Jennie had been home early from classes when a knock on the door broke her out of her thoughts. She opened up and came face to face with Jungkook, “What do you want?” She deadpans, even though her actions say another thing as she steps to the side for him to enter.

“If you’re here for y/n she ain’t here, though I’m sure you don’t need my help in finding her since you’re always with her and shit.” Jennie waves her hand as she walks off without looking back at him, “Don’t fuckin’ make a mess or touch my shit.” She fully intends to go to her room but Jungkook calls out to her.

“Enjoyed the show last week?” Jungkook calmly replies.

Jennie stops in her tracks, “What show? You mean the movie we watched together?” She turns around and eyes him in distaste.

“You know what I’m talking about you little pervert.” Jungkook smirks, “I’m not fucking blind to the way you’ve been looking at my girl, and it’s not like I didn’t hear you go into the bathroom and just never go to your room after that.”

Her face heats up in embarrassment as she glares at Jungkook, “Fuck off Jungkook.”

“No really, did you enjoy watching her squirt all over my fingers and soaking the bed sheets? I bet you really wanted a taste of her creamy lil’ pussy. Bet you thought about how tight she’d feel around your fingers, makes you wanna have a taste for yourself don’t it?” He grins.

Jennie’s mind screams yes and for a second she nearly gives in and confesses. However, she’s just as prideful as she is horny, “The day I fuck her Jeon is the day you’ll be wishing you never spoke about it. Because just like that she’ll be playing for both teams when I’m through with her.” She watches his face fall and turn into something more serious, like he’s feeling threatened, “They always wanna come but they never wanna leave.” She winks and heads into her room.

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“J-Jungkook..!” You cry out, voice high pitched and breathy as an even louder squelching noise resonates in the background.

He’s got his fingers knuckle deep inside of your slicked up pussy, thrusting them in and out at a mad pace. It’s so quick that your squirting out bits of slick whilst he fucks you with his fingers. Jungkook’s hell bent on getting you to cum for him, he looks pissed off and you can’t help but wonder why.

“Mmmm..!” You squeal out and shake under him, “S-Slow down Jungkookie,” you whimper out, “ ‘s too much!”

Jungkook does the complete opposite of what you asked and only speeds up, “Pussy’s all mine isn’t it baby? Say it for me, whose pussy is this?” He curls his fingers and searches for your g-spot, intending to abuse it.

You throw your head back and scramble to grip his wrist tightly, “Yours! It’s yours,” you sob out, “p-please..!” You feel tears well up in your eyes, “Jungkookie!”

“That’s right, all fuckin’ mine baby,” he growls and leans down to bury his face in your thighs, “all mine.” He repeats and takes your throbbing clit into his mouth.

You literally die and go to heaven. (And Jennie sits smug in her room because she’s the reason for your passing.)

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[youwouldntlietopapa]

Keys to Change - Chapter Two

Rating: 18+ Features: Secondo x OC (Ophelia) Word count: 2154 Tags: brothers, family help, domestic fluff, developing relationship (Also available on AO3)

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The next morning was not unlike many of their mornings together. More rushed than either would have liked. Ophelia wasn’t in the habit of pouting or begging for more time. He had duties and so did she. Left to her own devices, her day might have started later, but he was up and she followed. Promises made to find him for lunch, careful kisses not to spoil his paints, and she was off to take advantage of the early start to snatch a pastry and a coffee from the dining hall before sequestering herself in her office to read. And Secondo watched her go until she’d turned a corner and was out of sight, a new anxiety wriggling in his gut. 

There was an attempt at work when he got to his office. Several attempts. A cigarette smoked leaning out his window, like he was some teenager afraid of getting caught. An espresso that did nothing to calm his nerves. But mainly, his morning was spent pacing. Pacing and overthinking. 

“Fratello.” His office door flew open and Terzo entered in a swish of robes and hand gestures he didn’t care to try to decipher. “You want to go for a walk, maybe you go outside. It is beautiful out. In here, all morning, I can hear your shoes - clack, clack, clack on the stone - in my office. You keep the time, I give you that. But is driving me mad.”

Secondo stopped and stared back at his younger brother, working his jaw and his fists. Still too wound up to hold still. The look wasn’t lost on Terzo, taking stock of him more closely. He wasn’t known for his outward expressions, apart from the scowl that settled too easily on to his stern face. But this was family. This was his brother. Even the subtle signs stood out like a ghoul in church. The sarcastic smirk and the urge to tease fell away, and Terzo’s whole posture changed. 

“Ah. So. Not just walking. Worrying.” He said, dropping down onto the couch pushed up against the wall. “Tell me.”

Secondo frowned and squared his shoulders, trying to look less like he needed advice. “There is nothing to tell. I am only thinking.”

“Overthinking.”

His frown deepened. “I am in no mood for jokes.”

“Who is joking?” Terzo said earnestly. “I know this look. You think and you panic and you pace. I don’t forget and I am not so stupid. Tell me and I help you.”

“There is nothing to-”

“Tell me, Secondo. I don’t leave until you do. So you tell me quick and I go, or you act a stubborn ass and I stay here annoying you.” He said, looking nearly as unamused as his brother. 

For a long moment he stood in silence, stuck between hating asking for help and desperately needing it. When he took a step toward the couch, Terzo half expected a slap. Instead, Secondo sat. Dropping down next to him with a heavy sigh. Letting his head fall back and staring up at the ceiling. 

“You don’t tease.” It wasn’t a question. “You don’t make fun.”

“On my life.”

Secondo only huffed. “Ophelia.”

It was Terzo’s turn to sigh, giving him a long-suffering look. “If you drive her away again, I don’t go beg her to come back for you. You apologise and pray she stupid enough to forgive you on your own.”

“I don’t drive her away!” He snapped before he could catch himself. Pausing to take a breath. “There is no problem with her. Not… for her. I am a problem.” 

“Tell me you don’t do something stupid.”

“Terzo.”

“Tell me.” He said firmly. 

“I do nothing!” Secondo sat up and looked over at him. “You think you don’t hear if I do something so stupid? Because we fight so quiet?”

The smirk crept back on to Terzo’s face. “No. I think the whole Abbey hears when you fight. How you find a woman who yells as loud as you, I never know. But even the old one hears you both. Still, it worries me as much thinking I don’t hear you at all last night. Screaming for fighting or for fucking.”

That one did earn him a smack. Secondo’s hand landing heavily against his chest. “Idiota.” He said without any real venom. 

“Oh? Si? But I am not the one panicking for nothing.” He smacked him right back.

“Not nothing!” Secondo growled and stood up again, walking over to stare into the remains of the last fire burned in the hearth without really seeing it. His mind rushing back to the night before, many nights before. Days and nights and holidays and celebrations and… all of it. 

“Yesterday is a bad day. Bad week. I am tired and… tired.” He let out a long sigh, shoulders drooping. “She sees. Without thinking even, she sees. I answer the door and she is already fussing. Taking care. Not only thinking is so easy to fix, a quick fuck and all better.”

Terzo opened his mouth and closed it again, swallowing his comment. 

“She is always like this!” It came out sounding almost annoyed. And he was, a little. Not that she did it but that it made him realise his own shortcomings doing the same in return. Something he needed to work on, Secondo decided. 

“So… what? You are thinking to do something stupid because she takes care of you?” 

“I am not doing something stupid!” He glared at his little brother and took a breath. “I think… I think maybe I ask her to move in. With me. Into my quarters.”

Terzo blinked at him, staring like he’d misheard. Somewhere between laughing and trying to shake some sense into him. Lucifer, have mercy, how the man could have all the confidence in the world one moment only to have it crumble to dust when faced with the most normal of life’s decisions never stopped surprising him. “That… that is a problem?”

“Is no small thing!” Secondo answered sharply. 

He opened his mouth and closed it again, rethinking the approach. “You are overthinking.” Terzo held up a hand before his brother could respond. “How many times, in even just the last six months, do you sleep alone in your bed?”

“That is not the p-”

“It is. The whole point. How many times, fratello? Ah? If even once, I will be surprised.” He stood and walked over to stand next to him. “She already lives with you, asino. (jackass) You don’t even need to ask. She is there already. So what is the difference? She has her own key. She keep her things with you. You don’t ask if she stays tonight because she lives there.”

Secondo looked rather sheepishly at the floor. “... I don’t ask if she stays tonight now. Because I know she stays.”

“E tu sei ancora qui a camminare avanti e indietro e a preoccuparti e a farmi impazzire?!” Terzo blurted and smacked his arm and the back of his head half a dozen times in rapid succession. “Cosa hai così paura che lei veda che non abbia già visto? Lei lo sa che sei uno stronzo! Ha visto che bastardo scontroso sei! Sa che sei pazzo della tua routine, delle tue cose e di tutto! E lei è ancora lì! Hai trovato qualcuno abbastanza pazzo da sopportare le tue stronzate e sei preoccupato - di cosa??”

“È un cambiamento! Un grande cambiamento! E io sono…” He pushed past Terzo and sat down again, hanging his head. “Ho paura, ok? Ho paura che se cambio le cose... le rovinerò. In queste cose non sono bravo, Terzo. Lo sai che non sono bravo in questo. Vuoi che combatta contro qualcuno? Posso farlo. Ma questo? Questo mi terrorizza.”

Walking over, Terzo sat next to him, closer than before. Patting his big brother’s knee and sighing softly. “She really does get to you, this one, ah?” Not that it was any secret. Not to his brothers anyway. “You are better than you think. With her, at least. I don’t think I ever see you try so hard. And she is good for you. You talk more now, with her, listen better, don’t get so angry. You don’t even threaten to kill me in months.” 

Secondo smirked. “So you like her because she keeps you safe?”

“Si.” He nudged him. “And because she makes my brother happy. I don’t see this in a long time.”

“I am fine, Terzo.”

“You are full of shit. But, at least you find someone who likes this. Poor insane girl.” He barely dodged the smack he knew was coming. “Fine! Fine! Listen, you know what to do. So why panic? You want this. She, I think, wants this. What is it but formality? You are overthinking and holding back and what happens the last time?”

“... She leaves.” Secondo admitted reluctantly. 

“Because you act like a prick. And she still comes back. This time, you skip being a prick, you say how you feel, and you learn to share space.”

“I hate when you are right.” He grumbled. “You are so fucking smug.”

“Si.” Terzo grinned. “But I am very cute.”

Before he could respond, there was a knock at the door. Secondo jumped up like his ass was on fire, only then realising how late it had gotten. Ophelia had said she was coming for lunch and she was punctual, always. The door swung open and she walked in smiling, carrying a tray from the dining hall. Her expression faltered slightly, seeing the remnants of his panicked rush to get up on his face. 

“Stai bene?” She asked before noticing they weren’t alone, standing up a little straighter. “Papa, forgive me. I didn’t see you. If I’m interrupting, I can come back.”

“I tell you, a hundred times, Terzo. Is only Terzo for you, Sorella.” He stood and straightened out his robes. 

“And I’ve told you, Terzo is for after hours. Robes and paint are for Papa.” Ophelia smirked. 

“If I hear you calling out Papa from my office while you are here, on duty , I will throw up.” He kissed her cheek as he slipped past her. “I don’t keep you from your lunch.”

“I promise you, Papa, it’s Secondo when he is… enjoying his lunch.” 

Terzo made a retching sound as he left, closing the door behind him. Leaving Ophelia and his brother behind. She grinned over at Secondo, still looking a little flustered but relaxing quickly. Rushing to clear a space for the tray. 

“You encourage him.” He smirked. 

“He doesn’t need encouragement.” Unburdened, she walked around the desk, stretching up to kiss him. “Tutto bene? Terzo era qui e tu sembri... preoccupato.”

He leaned into her kiss and then placed another on her forehead. Waving away the concern and reassuring. “Stronzate del Ministero. Aveva bisogno di aiuto per il bilancio. Perché venne da me e non da Copia, non lo so.”

She eyed him suspiciously, as if ready to question his explanation. But after a moment, the look fell away and she took her seat across from him. Secondo reached across the desk for her hand and she lay it in his palm, smiling lovingly when he lifted it to kiss her fingers. His eyes never leaving her face. Terzo was right, damn him. He knew the answer to his own question. The terror remained but his needs and desires outweighed it. 

“You will come tonight?” He tried to sound casual, setting out the lunch she’d brought properly and moving the tray aside. 

Ophelia raised a brow. “I was planning on it. Unless… you prefer I don’t?”

Secondo’s head snapped up. “No. I don’t say this.”

“Sto scherzando.” She chuckled, brushing her fingers over the back of his hand. 

He sighed and gave her an unamused look that didn’t carry any real weight. “Mi terrò la mia confutazione per stasera.”

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“E tu sei ancora qui a camminare avanti e indietro e a preoccuparti e a farmi impazzire?!” = And you're still here pacing and worrying and driving me crazy?!

“Cosa hai così paura che lei veda che non abbia già visto? Lei lo sa che sei uno stronzo! Ha visto che bastardo scontroso sei! Sa che sei pazzo della tua routine, delle tue cose e di tutto! E lei è ancora lì! Hai trovato qualcuno abbastanza pazzo da sopportare le tue stronzate e sei preoccupato - di cosa??” = What are you so afraid of her seeing that she hasn't seen already? She knows you're an asshole! She's seen what a grumpy bastard you are! She knows you're insane with your routine and your things and with everything! And she is still there! You found someone crazy enough to put up with your bullshit and you're worried - about what??

“È un cambiamento! Un grande cambiamento! E io sono…” = It's a change! A big change! And I am…

“Ho paura, ok? Ho paura che se cambio le cose... le rovinerò. In queste cose non sono bravo, Terzo. Lo sai che non sono bravo in questo. Vuoi che combatta contro qualcuno? Posso farlo. Ma questo? Questo mi terrorizza.” = I'm afraid, okay? I am afraid that if I change things... I'll ruin it. I'm not good at this, Terzo. You know I'm not good at this. You want me to fight someone? I can do that. But this? This terrifies me.

“Stai bene?” = are you okay?

“Tutto bene? Terzo era qui e tu sembri... preoccupato.” = Everything okay? Terzo was here and you look… worried.

“Stronzate del Ministero. Aveva bisogno di aiuto per il bilancio. Perché venne da me e non da Copia, non lo so.” = Ministry bullshit. He needed help with budgeting. Why he came to me and not Copia, I don't know.

“Sto scherzando.” = I’m joking.

“Mi terrò la mia confutazione per stasera.” = I will save my rebuttal for this evening.

[maddiwrites]

Breathe With Me

Pairing: JJ x Reader

Summary: After finding out who hurt you on that horrific night, JJ helps you through another panic attack and makes plans to protect his girl.

Note: This was requested a long time ago after a chapter of my rewrite was posted! Instead of doing JJ x OC, like requested, I changed it to JJ x Reader so that people who don’t read my rewrite can enjoy it too. Hopefully this is okay with ya’ll. 

Word Count: 3.5k

WARNINGS: Sexual Assault!!! This chapter has descriptions of sexual assault. Please do not read if this is TRIGGERING!!!! 

National Sexual Assault Hotline: 1-800-656-4673

Masterlist

It was another regular day on the island. Hot and crowded with tourists. With everyone working, you decided to tag along with JJ and Pope to delivery groceries for Heyward’s business. Usually this meant going to Figure Eight, your least favorite place to be. Normally it didn’t creep you out too much, but because of a rather recent incident, you didn’t like being there.

Right after your dad went missing, you spent a lot of time with Kie as she lived out her Kook Year. Avoiding the Pogues and John B and surrounding yourself with stuck up assholes and their expensive drugs and alcohol helped you forget about your own family crisis. You would do anything to take your mind off your dad’s disappearance even if it meant getting high on whatever was offered to you. You didn’t ask twice about what it was. You figured if the rich people we’re doing it, it couldn’t be that bad right?

One night you did a long line surrounded by Rafe and a couple of his buddies. Pretty much everything after that was a blur. Your memories are fuzzy, like a puzzle piece you can’t piece together. The last thing you remember is your black hitting something soft, like a mattress or a pillow. You thought you heard the zipper of your shorts being pulled down but figured it was Kie helping you change into a pair of pajamas. 

The next morning you woke up practically naked with a blanket covering your bottom half and your bra pulled down to your stomach. You began to panic and ran your hands down your side, flinching at the tenderness by your hips. The skin was yellow/green and getting ready to bruise. Your breathing became shallow and your throat tightened up. You fumbled around the room you didn’t recognize for your clothes and slid them on, not caring what was backwards or inside out. You stumbled out the door and tip toed down the long staircase of the large house you were in. Figure Eight, you thought. 

You didn’t go home first. You went to Kie’s house. Because your body ached. Because you wanted to cry but didn’t want John B or the other boys to hear you. Because you were afraid to be naked around anyone but another girl. The second she opened the door, you sobbed into her arms and told her what you think happened to you. Kie tried to get you to go to the police or even the hospital, but you couldn’t fathom the idea of anyone knowing about what happened. Not even a stranger. Because you were embarrassed. You blamed yourself for this happening to you. You were high as fuck, trying to forget about your family troubles. You were the one to make yourself weak and vulnerable. No one else. Someone just took advantage of the position you put yourself in.

Kie didn’t pressure you. She wanted to support you in whatever decision you made, despite wanting justice for you and sending whoever the sleaze bag was to jail. She sat on the toilet and talked to you as you showered slowly. You spent most of the time staring at the wall and feeling ever inch of your body. You felt so dirty and no amount of soap or scrubbing could make you feel any cleaner. 

You stayed at her house for a couple of days until John B eventually texted her because he was worried. You both decided it was time for you to go home, but you never told them what happened. You were afraid of what John B and even JJ would do if they found out. And the last thing you wanted was for either of them to get hurt or in trouble.

John B didn’t notice something was off as much as JJ did. He could tell you were being more quiet and reserved than usual. Your usual style of crop tops and jean shorts changed to sweats and baggy t shirts. You slept with your door locked and didn’t touch a single can of beer since you came home.

Moving on from that night was a slow and gruesome process, one you don’t know if you’ll ever fully recover form. Luckily for you, JJ was a great distracter. He was an amazing story teller, he could make you laugh with a small hand gesture, and his laugh could draw you in for hours. No one was surprised when the two of you eventually started dating. Not even John B, who was a little apprehensive about it at first. 

To JJ, everything came to light when another make out session became heated. Like that morning, it became hard to breathe and your mind wandered off to what could have happened to you that night. In a blink of an eye, you were back in Figure Eight with someone pulling your zipper down. You could physically feel the bruises on your hips again and your skin burning. 

A panic attack emerged and JJ was left confused and lost. Fortunately for you, he was quick to realize something was seriously wrong and helped you through it. He breathed with you and talked you down. When you were calm, you explained what happened. At first he was pissed. Pissed at whoever could have done this to you and even a little bit at you and Kie for keeping this from him. He was ready to charge out of the house, grab John B, and find the sick son of a bitch who would touch an unconscious girl. But your cries stopped him. He’s never heard pain in your voice like he did that night. It physically cracked his heart into a million little pieces and he dropped every instinct he had and stayed with you instead. 

Since then, he’s been the most supportive and protective boyfriend. At every boneyard party, he would keep an eye out for any Kook that decided to show their face on your turf. He took note of anyone looking at you in a weird way. He carried the gun he stole from Scooter in his backpack for protection. He was serious about using it too. No one touches his girl and gets away with it.

Luckily, nothing happened between JJ and any Kook. No one made a move to talk to you or tease you. Kooks kept their usual distance from you, which not only made you feel better for yourself but because you didn’t want something to happen to JJ. You know the rules of the game of this island. Nothing bad ever happens to Kooks. They don’t know consequences. 

When Pope docks his boat, he asks if you would come with him to drop groceries off at the Thorntons. If he did it alone, it would cause two trips and he doesn’t want to waste time. 

As you go to agree, JJ steps in and shakes his head as he looks between you two. “I don’t think thats a good idea.”

“Why not?” Pope asks, completely clueless.

You subtly shake your head, silently begging for JJ not to say anything. Pope and John B still didn’t know and you want to keep it that way. Sure you would feel safer with JJ by your side, but you won’t be alone. You will be with Pope. And who would try to start something in the middle of the day anyway?

“It’s fine, J,” You tell him. You even try to joke. “I’m sure you’ll survive one hour without me.”

When you kiss his cheek, JJ turns to look at you with his brows pinched together with worry. “Y/N...”

“Seriously, J...” You say. “It’s okay. I’ll be fine.” You whisper that last part as Pope turns to get the bags. 

“You have your phone?”

You nod and pull it out of your pocket to show him. “Yes. I’ll call you if anything happens.”

As JJ walks in the opposite direction of you and Pope, you feel the tension in your shoulders get tighter. The sight of these homes gives you flashbacks. The worst part about all of this is you don’t even know who hurt you. It could’ve been anyone - a touron even. It would be easier to know who did it so you know who to avoid. 

Pope notices your change in behavior but doesn’t mention it. Instead he keeps a silent eye on you and studies your every movement. 

As you pass the golf course, you hear a couple cat calls and cheering from a group of teenagers. When you look up, you see Rafe, Topper, and one of their friends making their way over to you. You take a step behind Pope, hiding behind his body and keeping your eyes trained down on your shoes. 

“What do we have here?” Rafe whistles as he comes closer. He looks down at the bags in your arms and the beer in Pope’s hand. “Bring us something?”

“These are already paid for,” Pope glares at them.

“Oh, right, right,” Rafe nods as if he understands. Then he takes is golf club and swings it at the brown paper bag in Pope’s arms, causing everything to spill out of it. 

“Dude!” 

“Sorry, man!” Rafe holds his hands up in fake surrender. He leans down to pick up a beer bottle and tosses it to his tall friend. “Trevor, you feeling thirsty?”

The guy, better known as Trevor, cracks the beer open and takes a long sip. When he looks down, he spots you and eyes your figure up and down. Then he smirks to himself and a shiver runs down your spine. You don’t like the way he’s looking at you. Like a piece of meat or someone he knows too much of. 

Rafe catches his eye and smirks to himself. “Ah, yeah. I forgot. You and Routledge have some history.”

Pope looks over his shoulder at you and sees your chest rising and dropping at a quicker pace. You’re gripping the bags in your hands so tight that he can see your knuckles turning white. You look away from the group of Kooks at the golf course with a frown on your face. Something was wrong, Pope thought. 

“Yeah, you could say that,” Trevor chuckles. He looks at you again and tilts his head. “What? You don’t remember me?”

“Pope...” You feel like you’re choking. How could he know you when you have no idea who he is? You don’t like where this is going.

Trevor continues, “Can’t say I blame you. You were out of your mind wasted that night -”

“What the hell is he talking about?” Pope says, looking between you and Trevor. He wasn’t one to get confrontational or angry, but he didn’t like what he was hearing. He didn’t like how you were acting. Something wasn't adding up. He knew you’ve hooked up with Kooks before, but this one was different. 

“Almost as dead as her daddy,” Rafe chuckles. Something in Pope snaps and he pushes Rafe back by his shoulders. In retaliation, Rafe raises his golf club and smacks it against the middle of Pope’s back, causing him to fall down with a thump. 

“Pope!” You cry and drop the bags you were holding and kneel next to him. 

“Hey,” Trevor touches your shoulder to try and pull you away from the two fighting boys, but you flinch away from him. 

“Don’t touch me! Get away from me!” You cry.

Trevor immediately holds up his hands in surrender and takes a step back. Your outburst causes everyone to freeze in their movements, even Rafe and Pope. The wheels in Topper’s head start to move a little quicker too. He looks between you and Trevor and feels off about your connection. You looked terrified. And Y/N Routledge was almost never terrified. 

Even though you are outside, you feel claustrophobic. Your heart is beating so heavily against your ribcage that you wouldn’t be surprised if it were to break your ribs. Pope notices you’re two shades paler and having a hard time breathing. Tears are silently falling down your face and you continue to crawl away form the group of Kooks backwards. 

“Y/N...” Pope says quietly.

“We should go,” Topper says. He never hated you like some of the other Kooks did. Sure you never got along, but a small part of him thought you were cool. He knew something was extremely wrong and he couldn’t help but think it had to do with their friend, Trevor. He looks at Rafe who continues to stare at you with surprise. “Dude.”

“Yeah...” Rafe says slowly. “Trev, let’s go.”

The three Kooks scatter back to the golf course. You squeeze your eyes tightly and grip the fabric of your shirt, pulling it away from your body because right now it just feels suffocating. 

“Hey.” Pope crouches down near you and lightly touches your shoulder. His touch feels like an electric shock, making you flinch even further away. When you open your eyes, you’re back in some random Kook’s house on a mattress you’re unfamiliar with. “They’re gone. Hey, they’re gone.” Pope tries to be gentle with you, but he also wants to get you out of here and in a more comfortable setting. 

“JJ,” You manage to say. Your throat feels on fire. “I need J-”

Pope immediately starts fumbling for his cell phone and dials his best friend’s number. He bounces on the balls of his feet as he impatiently listens to the ringing. “Come on. Come on.”

JJ answers. “Hey! Sorry I’m on my way back now. You’ll never believe how much this lady tipped me. I swear I’m coming on every -”

“JJ, shut up and listen to me. Y/N...” He glances back at you and sees you’re hunched over with your forehead resting on your knees and your fingers through your hair. “She’s having a panic attack or something. I - I don’t -”

“Where are you?” JJ’s once elated tone has dropped to a more serious one. 

Pope tries explaining what part of the golf course they are near. 

“Okay. I’ll be there in five minutes. Pope, get her under some shade or something. And if you can, try to get her to look at you. She needs to open her eyes to see where she is.” Pope nods, forgetting that JJ can’t see him. “Pope!”

“Oh, yeah. Sorry. Okay, doing that now.”

JJ hangs up the phone so he can run faster. 

Meanwhile, Pope crouches down in front of you again and says, “Y/N/N, hey. Can you open your eyes?” Pope lightly taps your ankles. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s just me.” You slowly blink your eyes open and sniffle back the tears. Pope smiles when he sees he’s made some sort of progress. “Hey. JJ’s on his way. Why don’t we move you under some shade? It’s getting pretty hot out here. Can I help you up?”

You nod and let Pope help you up and bring you a couple feet away under a large tree. Your back rests against the bark and you try taking deep breaths to calm the swirling nausea in your stomach. 

It was Trevor. It had to be Trevor. From the way he looked at you, to the innuendo Rafe made. You knew in your heart that it was Trevor who had hurt you that night. 

A part of you always wanted to know who did this, but another part of you wished you never figured it out. Because now his face will haunt you forever.

About a minute later, you hear another set of footsteps quickly coming your way. You panic, your immediate thought going to Trevor. Would he come back? 

But then you hear your boyfriend’s beautiful voice. “Hey.” His tone is soft and gentle. “Hey, baby. Look at me. It’s JJ.” You open your eyes and meet the lovely blue one’s you fell in love with. He grins at you and takes your hands in his. 

“I’m so - sorry,” You sob, suddenly hating yourself for bringing this back up to your boyfriend and ruining Pope’s work routine. “I - I -”

“Hey,” JJ says and pulls your hands to his chest, palms down. “Remember what we did last time? Match my breathing, okay? Ready? Take a deep breath.”

Pope watches with awe silently from the sidelines. He’s never seen this side of either one of you. You so panic stricken and scared, JJ so intent with concern and intuitive. 

You follow JJ’s breathing until you feel calm enough to breathe on your own. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” JJ shakes his head. “Don’t be sorry. Do you want to tell me what happened?”

You look down at your hands that are folded in your lap. You want to tell him. Of course you want to tell him. But you’re afraid of what happens next. You’re afraid of how JJ will respond.

“Rafe, Topper, and their friend Trevor jumped us,” Pope answers for you. Like JJ, he’s also curious about what happened. Of course he was there for the physical breakdown, but he wants to know more about what you’re going through emotionally. 

“Did they hurt you?” JJ looks back at you and inspects every inch of your open skin for signs of scratches or bruises. 

You shake your head. “No.”

“Then...”

“I know who it was,” You say, your voice as soft as a whisper. 

“What? You mean. -” JJ’s head snaps back and forth between you and Pope. “Who?”

You dip your chin into your chest to hide your tears as they start to flow again. You take a deep breath and look back up at your boyfriend. “Trevor.”

“Who the fuck is Trevor?” JJ looks at Pope. 

Pope shrugs, “I don’t know. He was golfing with the other two Kooks.”

“Where’d they go?” JJ stands up, causing both you and Pope to follow him.

“No, JJ -” You try to pull him back to you but he slips his wrist out of your grip. 

“JJ!” Pope calls out to JJ who walks in the direction the other three disappeared to. 

“JJ, stop!” Your voice cracks which makes JJ turn around to look at you. “Please. I just want to go home.”

JJ freezes and bites down on his bottom lip, feeling conflicted. His head is telling him to run after the Kooks and beat every single one of their faces in until he finds the one named Trevor. But his heart is telling him to walk back to you and take care of you. 

“Okay,” he decides and wraps his arm around your waist. “Let’s get you home.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

After you fall asleep later that night, JJ tip toes out of your room and silently shuts your door behind him. You passed out early, exhausted from the panic attacks and crying. In the living room, Pope, Kie, and John B are waiting. You had no other choice but to tell John B what happened. Now that Pope knew, it felt wrong keeping it from your brother as well. Of course it caused an argument, but in the end, John B only wants the best for you and to protect you. Which is why they’re here now.

“Ready to go?” JJ looks directly at your brother.

John B holds up his car keys. “Let’s go.”

“Whoa, where do you think you’re going?” Kie grabs John B by the elbow and glares at both of them.

“Where do you think?” JJ says.

When Pope and Kie stepped out of the room to check on you, JJ and John B both secretly decided that when you fell asleep, the two of them would sneak out and find this Trevor person and give him what he deserves. 

“Don’t be stupid,” Pope says, looking between the two. “You know how this works. The two of you end up getting in trouble and he gets to walk away clean.”

“I don’t care. I’ll kill him -”

“You can’t,” Kie says.

“I’m not asking for your permission, Kie!”

“Where’s the gun?” Kie says. “If you’re going to do this, I’m not letting you bring the gun. Leave it here.”

JJ looks up at John B who reluctantly nods his head for JJ to give it up. The blonde sighs and reaches into the back of his waistband and pulls it out.

“This is a bad idea,” Pope says again even though he knows the other two don’t give a shit. In a way, he kind of respects it. He would go to if he didn’t have a scholarship to worry about.

“Keep an eye on her. We’ll be back in a couple hours,” John B says.

“You better hope you are. Because if you’re not, you’re only going to be making this worse for her,” Kie tells them.

Kie’s words have both John B and JJ rethinking their decision. But only for a split second. 

JJ nods. “Don’t worry. I’d never leave my girl behind.”

[luminnara]

It’s Been a Long, Long Time | Ch 6

Summary:  When HYDRA had their prized asset, the Winter Soldier, they did something no one ever thought was possible: they gave super soldier serum to an omega. With the sole purpose of tending to him during his ruts, she spends decades living in HYDRA facilities, denied her humanity and her life. Now, years later, Bucky Barnes has his mind and his own life back...and the last thing he ever expects is to see a familiar omega again. Bucky/OC, a little angsty but mostly smutty/fluffy/romantic!

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Bucky refused to leave the omega’s side while she stayed in the lab. Bruce had to stop him from trying to crawl onto the bed with her, and after about the third time, he convinced the super soldier to just pull up a chair like a civilized person and hold her hand while she drifted off to sleep again. Now that she was with her alpha, she had settled down for another nap, more interested in resting than answering any more questions so long as Bucky stayed and kept an eye on her. 

Steve had to admit, it was endearing. He had never seen his friend so absolutely enraptured like this. Whenever the omega, or Ten, as Bruce was still calling her, shifted in her sleep, Bucky’s eyes were snapping over to make sure that she was okay. Whenever she let out a little whimper, he was purring and stroking her hair. Whenever she seemed like she might wake up again, his attention was completely on her.

“So...sure you don’t remember her?” Steve asked, pulling up a chair. He had left for a few hours to work out, and after a lack of updates from FRIDAY, he headed back down to check on everything. They were exactly as he had left them, which was a good sign. At least nothing was getting out of hand. 

Yet.

Bucky shrugged, rubbing the back of the omega’s hand with his thumb. “I dunno. It’s...foggy.”

“Well, it seems to me like you’ve either got a history together, or she’s mistaking you for someone else.” Steve said. “Quite frankly, it’s hard to do the latter.”

“I’ve dreamt of her.” Bucky said quietly. 

“...what?”

“It’s not much, but...I’ve seen her face.” Bucky looked down at her. “I think that no matter how many times HYDRA wiped my memory, she’s always been in there. Kinda like the one constant that was always around, the one thing I could always count on being in the base with me.”

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” Steve asked.

“Never knew if she was real or not.” Bucky sighed. “I thought...maybe she was just something my mind made up to fill some of the gaps. But she smells exactly like I remember.”

Steve sat back in his chair, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched his friend. Bucky wasn’t snarling anymore, most of his attention trained on the omega while she slept. Now that he was close to her, he had calmed down significantly, though he still wouldn’t let Steve within five feet of her bed. 

“Just got off the phone with Tony,” Bruce announced, walking in. “He and Pepper will be back tonight. Pepper’s having some clothes and personal items delivered for our new omega friend here. They also asked about renovating a more permanent room for her, but I, uh...told them I wasn’t exactly sure what the situation would be.”

“She’s staying with me,” Bucky said immediately. 

“Now hang on, hang on,” Steve leaned forward. 

“Steve,” Bucky growled. “I want her with me.”

“Buck, you don’t even know her—“

Bucky interrupted him with a loud snarl, the omega in question whining and squirming in her sleep at the sound of it. 

He immediately shut up, brushing a thumb over her cheek and shushing her until she was sleeping soundly again. Fuck, he felt so stupid. What was wrong with him? She could have woken up, or been scared, or upset, all because he couldn’t keep his big mouth shut. She needed her rest, and he needed to stay quiet. 

Steve almost couldn’t believe what he was seeing. 

“Oh, Buck,” he shook his head. “You’re in deep.”

—

Amoretta woke feeling well rested, and it wasn’t until she tried to stretch and felt the tug of her IV drip that she remembered where she was. Opening her eyes revealed the bright lights of the lab, and as she started to sit up, a few faces came into view.

“Welcome back, Sleeping Beauty,” Bruce said. “How are you feelin’?”

She licked her lips. “Juice box. Now.”

“Way ahead of you. Had this one waiting as soon as you started waking up.” He tossed one to her and was pleased when her hand shot up to catch it. “Reflexes look good. Vitals are all reading normal. I’ll have to run another test to see what’s going on with those suppressants, but I’m willing to bet you’re metabolizing them fairly quickly now. How are you feeling?”

She pulled the little straw off the back of the carton and jammed it into the top. “Nauseous. Like usual.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Side effect of the suppressants?”

“Always has been. Other than that...I feel great, actually.”

“Well, as soon as these wear off, we can figure out something nicer and more modern for you. If you want to use them, I mean.” Bruce shrugged. “Your choice.”

She smiled. “Choice. I like that.”

“Hey, we’re all about independence here,” Steve said happily. He was glad to see she was awake, even though Bucky wasn’t.

The other alpha was still at her side, but, as of about half an hour ago, he was napping. Steve made a mental note to never let him forget the way he slept straight through the one moment he had been waiting for all day. 

“What time is it?” She asked. “There’s no windows in this damn place.”

“Just after dinner,” Bruce chuckled. “You slept most of the day. Bucky hasn’t left your side.”

She looked over to her soldier, smiling warmly at the sight of him sleeping. He was even snoring softly. “I haven’t gotten to see this in forty years.”

“Did you two, uh…” Steve cleared his throat. “Spend a lot of time together?”

The omega laughed. “You always this awkward around girls?”

“That’s not—“

“Relax, I’m just giving you a hard time.” She sucked on her straw. “But...yeah, we did.”

“So...you were just kept for his ruts, or…” Steve was so awkward it was almost endearing. “I’m sorry, that came out wrong. I think.”

“It’s okay. I know my lot in life.” She kept her eyes trained on Bucky as she spoke. “But if I’m going to answer more questions, I want to get out of this bed. And I want real clothes. Then I’ll talk.”

And so, only several minutes later, Bruce was handing her a sweater and some shorts he had grabbed from a little stash of extra clothing, and Bucky was startled awake by Ten stepping past him. She was finally free from all the tubes and cords that had been sticking out of her during her little hospital stay, and she was all too eager now to explore the tower.

She stood on wobbly legs, almost falling onto him when she tried to take a step. Bucky was up in a flash, ready to catch her, and as she fell against his chest, he wrapped his arms around her. Despite just waking up, he felt fully alert, completely ready to tend to his omega’s every need. 

His omega...he liked that train of thought. 

“We can head up to the common area. It should still be quiet.” Steve said, leading the way out. 

Bucky kept an arm around his omega’s waist as they followed, Bruce bringing up the rear. He wanted to be touching her at all times, constantly in contact so that he couldn’t lose track of her. His instincts were roaring to life, demanding that he do everything in his power to make sure that she was safe and in his line of sight. The elevator ride was tense and full of possessive growling, Bucky constantly shoving Ten behind him to keep her in the corner and as far away from Steve as possible, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief when the doors slid open and they could step out of the cramped space again. 

The common area was empty, thankfully, FRIDAY informing them that the other Avengers were all either working out or in their private quarters. 

“Good,” Steve said, heading towards the couches. “No interruptions. Got it, FRIDAY?”

“Understood, Captain Rogers.”

“C’mere,” Bucky mumbled, pulling his omega down to sit on one of the couches with him. Part of him was feeling a little sheepish and self conscious of his behavior...but the rest of him didn’t give a shit. The others could stare and shake their heads all they wanted, but he’d be damned if he let Ten slip through his fingers again. 

Or whatever her name was. 

Steve and Bruce sat across from them, making sure that they left as much space as possible between themselves and the new omega. Neither of them had ever seen Bucky behaving quite like this--he was on guard, hyper aware of everything around him. He made sure that she was pressed up against his side, an arm draped possessively over the back of the couch so that it was unmistakable that she was with him.

Christ, what had gotten into him? He couldn’t remember ever acting this way about an omega before. 

“So…” Steve cleared his throat, sitting with his elbows resting on his knees.

Bucky didn’t really like the way his posture made him lean forward towards his omega, but he could deal with it for now. “So.”

“What do you wanna know?” Ten asked, plucking at Bucky’s shirt. She seemed to be even clingier with him than he was with her, perfectly happy to be hanging off him or tucked up against his side. “You met my demands. I guess I’m an open book now.”

“I don’t want to overstep my bounds,” Steve said. “We just need to know as much as you’re willing to share.”

“Then ask a question.”

“...Alright.” he cleared his throat again. “You said HYDRA used you to help with Bucky’s ruts?”

Ten nodded, her expression remaining even and cool. 

“Could you tell us more about that?” Steve glanced at Bucky. “Were there ever any other omegas, or anyone we should know about?”

“There were omegas before me.” she answered. “When I first got to the compound, there were a lot of us. They kept us all in big cells, so everyone talked. People said things about how HYDRA was grabbing omegas off the street for their super soldiers, and how the one at our base was the biggest and scariest.”

Bruce raised an eyebrow at her tone. He wasn’t exactly sure what he expected her to sound like while she regaled them with her life story, but he definitely thought there would be a tad bit more apprehension in her voice. She seemed proud of herself, and more matter-of-fact than a lot of omegas would be while talking about their alpha’s previous partners. Or...whatever you called prisoners whose only purpose was to help during ruts.

“And I bet he was,” she sighed, leaning her cheek on Bucky’s chest and looking up at him adoringly. 

“Well, I don’t know about that…” Bucky said, an almost shy smile on his lips. And...was he actually blushing?

Steve was going to lose his mind. 

“You said the other omegas couldn’t handle it? That’s why you were given the serum?” he prompted, trying to keep them on track before he drowned in the sticky sweetness of her happy pheromones. 

“Right.” she turned her attention back to Steve and Bucky let out a quiet huff. “HYDRA didn’t really like to take care of us. And the soldier--I mean, Bucky--would wear them out. So...HYDRA would just kind of let them go. Or put them down, maybe. I never saw it.”

Bucky’s expression dropped. His blush was gone, and he almost looked like he was going to be sick as he listened to her talk.

“But it wasn’t his fault,” she said quickly, glancing between him and Steve. “I don’t think it was ever on purpose, you were just...demanding.”

He gave a groan, leaning his head back against the couch. “You don’t have to sugarcoat it, doll. I’d rather know what I did, at this point.”

She offered a small shrug. “I don’t really remember it being that bad, but I don’t think I ever met you before they gave me the serum.”

“That’s something, at least.” he mumbled, dragging a hand down his face. 

“Why you?” Steve asked. “Did you have any prior military experience, any ties to something the others didn’t?”

“No.” she laughed. “I never even got in fights before HYDRA.”

“Then why’d they use such an important resource on you, specifically? Not trying to take a dig at you, it’s just...well, omegas don’t usually…”

“I know,” she said. “Omegas aren’t supposed to be tough, right? That’s why they only ever let alphas become super soldiers.”

“That’s not what I…” Steve trailed off and then sighed. “Sorry.”

“I told you, they gave me the serum so that I would be strong enough to hold my own. It also ensured I would always be around, no matter how many years passed.” Her fingers found Bucky’s free hand and she took it, absentmindedly playing with the smooth vibranium knuckles. “Having me as a constant meant they could stop spending so much time and effort on always having a new omega around for him. Plus…well, I wasn’t really there, but I heard something about it once…”

“What?” Bucky asked. 

“They let you choose who was going to become your omega.” She said, looking up at him. “They gave you a bunch of scents, and you chose mine. I guess it was the only reason they didn’t, uh...humanely euthanize me.”

His eyes were wide. The thought of HYDRA killing his omega brought a low growl to his throat, his chest rumbling with the vibrations of it. “No.”

“Well, clearly they didn’t!” She said brightly. “My file said I was a kicker.”

“So they gave you, an already aggressive omega, the serum, but never gave you any trigger words or fished around in your brain?” Bruce shook his head. “Surprisingly sloppy, considering who they are.”

“It’s not like they ever sent me out into the world. I stayed in my cell all day, unless I was needed for a rut. Then I went and stayed in a different cell.” She sighed. “And if they ever needed to, they could just use the alpha to grab me.”

Bucky clearly didn’t like the thought of that. He made a frustrated sound, leaning his head back again. “Great.”

“It was never bad.” She let go of his hand, moving her fingers to cup his jaw. “You never hurt me. You wouldn’t. Sometimes, when I acted up, they would make you go retrieve me, because they knew you were the only one who could do it. If they didn’t send you, they would just knock me out.”

“So...that was it?” Steve asked. “Ruts, serum, cryo?”

“For thirty years!” She chirped. “The last time they froze me, they were freezing him, too. They always tried to keep us in cryo at the same time so that I could be thawed out and ready when he needed me. But...I guess they just...left me there?” She frowned. 

“See, that’s what I’ve been trying to figure out.” Steve said. “I didn’t see any signs of a struggle at that base. I’d say they left in an orderly fashion, but the fact that they didn’t take you along makes me think they were in more of a hurry than they made it seem.”

“Natasha might have a better idea,” Bruce suggested. “We can talk to her, try to figure out—“

“FRIDAY, open the damn door or so help me God I will rewrite your entire personality.” A voice interrupted from the other side of the door. 

“I’m sorry, Tony, but Captain Rogers asked me not to.” The AI said. 

“Well, is it an emergency?” The man scoffed.

“No emergency measures have been executed. No security breaches have been identified.”

“Then I’m sorry, but Captain Rogers does not outrank me when it comes to my own robots. Open the door, beautiful.”

She seemed to sigh. “Very well, Mr. Stark.”

Ten perked up, leaning forward slightly. She was watching the door curiously, tilting her head a little when she heard it slide open. Bucky rolled his eyes, grumbling to himself quietly and pulling her up against his side as another alpha strode in. 

“Really? Having a party without me?” the man asked, a smooth, casual air about him as he walked in and looked at everyone on the couches. When his eyes landed on the omega cuddled up next to Bucky, he stopped. “Ah, is this our new guest?”

“Go away, Stark.” Bucky growled. He didn’t like how long the other man’s gaze was lingering on his omega, not when there weren’t any scars on her neck to show who she belonged to.

“Always such a charmer, Barnes.” Tony said, flopping down next to Steve. “Lovely to see you, too. Care to introduce me to your friend? ….No, you’d rather just snarl and forget your words? I knew you were old, but I didn’t realize you were actually a caveman.”

“Tony,” Bruce groaned. “Don’t aggravate him. Please.”

“Why not?” Tony leaned back against the cushions, completely at ease and totally happy to be pressing every one of Bucky’s buttons. 

“Are you Tony Stark?” Ten asked, wiggling out of Bucky’s grip to sit on the edge of their couch. 

Bucky caught her around the waist before she could get very far, though, and dragged her onto his lap. He loomed over her, sneering dangerously at Tony as the other alpha flashed a smile. 

“Bingo.” he said. 

“I never thought I’d meet a Stark,” she admitted. “I always heard about Stark Industries, but I lived too far away from any big cities to ever get to see any of his exhibitions.”

“Ah. You’re from my father’s time. Of course.” Tony shot a pointed glare in Bucky’s direction. “Seems like Bruce left out a few teensy weensy important details on the phone today.”

“Well, it’s been, uh...an ongoing learning experience.” Bruce said sheepishly. 

“Lots of developments, huh?” Tony raised an eyebrow. 

“You could say that.” Steve said under his breath. “We came up here so Ten could be more comfortable while we talk.”

“Oh yeah? What’re we talkin’ about?” Tony asked. 

“They were asking about my time with HYDRA,” she answered, cutting in before anyone else could. “And with...Bucky.”

Saying his name felt odd. Her tongue wasn’t used to it, and her mind wanted to call him alpha, or Winter Soldier. Bucky just seemed so…casual, such a strange thing to call a deadly super soldier. When she heard herself, though, she decided that she definitely didn’t hate it. 

Bucky’s heart gave a little leap at the sound of his name falling from her lips. He wanted her to say it over and over again, in whispers and in screams, for nobody else’s ears but his. 

“...Buck?” Steve asked, pulling him away from his thoughts. “You, uh, kinda zoned out there.”

It wasn’t until Bucky looked at Steve that he realized his eyes had been trained on the omega in his lap. “Yeah?”

“...Is this seriously how you’ve spent the past day and a half?” Tony asked. “Steve, I’m sorry, and I’m sure you’re just trying to be as helpful as you can be, like always, but I think you should let these two get a room.”

Steve looked at him incredulously. “Tony, really? I’m trying to get to the bottom of why exactly HYDRA would abandon the omega they pumped full of super soldier serum. They can get a room later—“

“Yeah, uh, wonder boy? I don’t think your pal is gonna last much longer before he tries to rip our heads off.” Tony nodded towards a very disgruntled Bucky. “You can resume your interrogation tomorrow, Cap.”

Steve looked to Bruce for help, but he only offered a small shrug and stood, heading towards the door. “He’s right, Steve. They deserve some alone time.”

“But—hey!” Steve protested as Bucky picked his omega up, striding past the two alphas sitting on the opposite couch. 

“Thanks for everything, Steve.” Bucky said over his shoulder. 

Ten squirmed, peeking around Bucky’s arm as she was carried away. “Bye, Mr. Stark!”

“Don’t look at him,” Bucky growled as they walked out the door. 

“Did his father really make hoverboards? I heard once that Howard was promising hoverboards—“

“No.” He said flatly. 

“...oh.” She huffed, slumping against him. “Where are we going?”

“My apartment.” Bucky stepped into the elevator, his grip still tight around her. 

The omega perked up. “You have a whole apartment?”

He puffed his chest out a little. “Course I do. Gotta have a nice place for you, don’t I?”

“So I can stay?” Her eyes were bright and happy. “I can stay there, with you, all the time? Not just when you rut?”

He felt a sad little pang in his heart. When he spoke again, his voice was low and soft. “Of course, sweetheart.”

Then, his eyes widened as he realized what he was saying. “I mean, uh...i-if you want to, that is. I know it’s fast and all, and maybe...would you rather have your own room? Or I can stay on the couch—“

“Bucky,” she cut him off with a laugh, a soft hand cupping his jaw. “You’ve been my alpha for seventy years. I’d say we’re actually moving pretty slow.”

His expression relaxed again, lips stretching into a small smile. “Right. Yeah. You’re right.”

They spent the rest of the elevator ride in comfortable silence, Bucky rubbing his scent glands all over her hair. He wanted to make sure that the next time they encountered anyone else, she smelled exactly like him.

Like her alpha.

When the elevator came to a gentle stop at Bucky’s floor, the doors opened, and he stepped out in front of his apartment door. It opened for him, having already scanned his biometrics, revealing a small, but cozy, living room. 

He set his omega down on her feet, watching anxiously as she stepped into his quarters. Did she like it? Fuck, was it too small? It was too small. She probably hated it. Fuck, fuck, fuck...he had to salvage this somehow. 

“Well, uh…” shit, he sounded too nervous. He wanted her to think he was a strong, capable alpha. 

He cleared his throat for another start. “Welcome home, Omega.” 

Wait. That wasn’t right. Should he be calling her that? No, probably not, it sounded too possessive, too uncaring. He wished he just knew her fucking name, or something. 

“I mean…Ten?”

Shit, he sounded so stupid. He wanted to impress her, not...do whatever this was.

She just laughed, though, turning and looking at him with those eyes that sparkled like starlight. “Amoretta. My name is Amoretta.”

[triplexdoublex]

Pornstar

Pairings: Colson x Reader

Warnings/Tags: rough sex, anal sex, face fucking, gagging, spit, spitting in mouth, slight bondange, golden showers, pissing in mouth, slapping across face, being filmed.

A/N: Shout out to Shawnie ( @heytheregreeneyes) for always letting me use her as my OC and being my best friend. Also Colson isn’t MGK in this, just a pornstar so his personality isn’t as cocky as he usually is. I know I’ve mentioned it before but the sex in this is loosely based off my fave porn star Small Hands AKA Aaron Thompson. Hope this was worth the wait. Lemme know what you think! “Open it, open it!” Your roommate and best friend Shawnie stood before you with a gift bag in hand, shaking it excitedly.

“My birthday’s not even until this weekend,” You laughed taking the bag from her. “You sure you don’t want me to wait? It’s only a few more days.”

“ No please, I’ve kept this a secret for long enough, it’s killing me! Just open it!” She exclaimed. “Plus your gonna need time to prepare.”

“Prepare?” 

“C’mom, just open it, open it, open it!!!” She was far too excited. You wondered what it could be that she was so eager to give you. But what you pulled out of the bag just left you with even more questions. 

“Thanks???” You said confused, holding up a sexy red lace bra and matching g- string that tied at hips. 

“That’s only part of it,” she assured you. “What’s your biggest wish?” She tried to clue you in.

“Ummm paying off all my student debt?” You answered still puzzled. “Did you get me a job as a stripper?” You laughed.

“Okay, maybe ‘wish’ was the wrong word to use … hmmm—oh biggest fantasy!” She corrected herself. 

“Oh to fuck my favorite porn star Huge Hands, AKA Colson Baker. You know that — wait … no, no way!”  You exclaimed as your friend started frantically nodding her head yes. “Shut up!!! What? You’re kidding. Like how?”

“Look in the bag . There’s more!” 

You reached into the bag and pulled out a pass of some kind and read it aloud. “Huge Hands/Colson Baker : Exclusive Access, Porn Star for a Day pass” 

“They were super limited, I have no clue how I managed to snag one, but I’m so happy I did! The look on your face right now is priceless!” Shawnie laughed. “It’s probably because you’re the only one I know who’s  crazy enough to actually go through with this.”

“I-I don’t even know what to say. I have no words… thank you.” You expressed your gratitude, still in shock. “I’m really about to have the best sex of my life this weekend! On my birthday yet! Have you seen his fucking cock, it’s huuuge!”

“Yes, many times,” Shawnie chuckled , entertained by how pumped you are. “Or did you forget about all the links of his umm ‘work’ you’ve sent me?” Shawnie wasn’t big on porn herself but she was always willing to take an interest in your latest obsessions, no matter what they were. That’s what you loved most about her. “Turn it over, it tells you more about what’s included on the back.”

You did as she suggested, turning the pass over to read more. “Half hour zoom call day before to privately discuss details, and needs/wants of scene; hair and make up; up to one hour of shooting time; and keepsake autographed DVD recording,” you listed off. “You know I’m gonna watch that everyday for the rest of my life, right?” 

“I’m assuming you’re gonna make me watch it at least once too, knowing you,” Shawnie laughed. 

“Yeah probably,” you laughed as well. “ I got no shame!”

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You’re stomach was in knots as you waited for the zoom call to begin; you’d never felt so excited and  nervous at the same time. Shawnie was there with you sitting just out of frame, when the ‘bloop’ of the call came through your computer's speakers. 

“Hi, Y/N?” Colson questioned.

“Yeah, hi. That’s me!” You did a timid little wave.

“Ok good, just wanted to make sure I got the right person before we get started here. Imagine that … Awkward!,” he laughed, and you instantly began to relax; you could tell he was going to be easy to talk to. “Well, obviously you know what I do , but I’d love to hear a little about you. Says here on your forms you’re a college student?”

“Wait, what forms?” You asked.

“The ones you filled out online with your info and kinks and things you wanted to include in our video when you purchased the Pornstar for a day package,” he answers slightly confused. 

“Ohhh, my friend bought me this for my birthday, she must have filled them out.” You responded. “She’s right here. Say hi Shawnie!”

“Hi!” She giggled leaning into frame. 

“Hello. Wow this must be some “friendship” he joked making air quotes. “Because this is a very detailed list. You gotta hear this.” He smirks. “Written in the section about what you hope to include in our scene says— and  I quote: I want Huge Hands/ Colson to absolutely destroy me. I want him to fuck my throat, my pussy and my ass. I want him to slap me around, and spit and piss in my mouth, and anything else he wants to do to me, I’m all for it.”  He choked out a laugh pulling dramatically at the collar of his shirt “Whew, I’m the pornstar here and that’s even got me blushing!”

“Oh my God, Shawnie!” You covered your beet red face.

“What!?, did I lie?” She laughed.

“I mean no, but still. Damn, to hear it out loud like that.” Your eyes bulged. 

“So it’s true then?” Colson asked slyly.

“Yeah, that pretty much sums it up,” you hid your smile behind your hand, shaking your head in embarrassed disbelief.

“Aye,  no need to be embarrassed, we’re gonna have fun tomorrow, I can tell,” he smiled. “I’m especially excited that your interested in Anal. It’s kinda my favorite. I’m assuming you’ve done it before?” 

“Yeah,” you answered simply.

“Do you enjoy it?” He asked.

“Tell him what your ex said!”  Shawnie blurted out. 

“Oh, boy. I gotta hear this,” he chuckled. “What’d the ex say?”

You inhaled deeply before speaking, “I do enjoy it, probably more than regular sex, if I’m being honest,” you admitted. There was no use trying to be coy now. “Uhhh he actually said I could be a pornstar since I can take a hard anal pounding so well.” 

“Nice!” He exclaimed. “Girl, after my own heart.”

“Jesus Christ, this conversation has me sweating already,” you chuckled standing up to pull your cardigan off. 

“Is that a little tattoo I saw there, peaking out of the top of your jeans?” He asked. 

“Yeah, you wanna see?” You unzipped your jeans without waiting for a response and lowered the top of your underwear just enough to show him. 

“ The Playboy bunny, huh? How fitting,” he teased.

“What can I say, it was my first tattoo,” you giggled “Seemed like that’s what everyone was getting at the time.”

“What else you got going on down there?” He lifted his head as if trying to see more. “Is that a landing strip?” He asked referring to the thin dark stripe of short curls just  barely visible above the band of your lowered underwear. “Can I see?” 

“Yeah, sure,” you lowered them further exposing yourself, your inhibition long gone at that point. “This is just how I normally like to groom. I can shave it completely if you prefer?” 

“Nah, it’s perfect,” he smiled. “Well, I think I have a pretty good idea now of what you like and what we’ll be getting ourselves into tomorrow. Do you have any questions or anything else you want me to know, before we end the call?” 

“I don’t think so,” you said. “Shawnie pretty much laid it all out on those forms,” you laughed. 

“That she did!” He produced a chuckle as well. “I meant to ask earlier, but, since she knows so much about your kinks and what not, have you two ever —“

“ No, just best friends, I tend to overshare, I guess.” 

“Yeah it amazes me sometimes, the things women  share with their friends, but yet guys are always the ones who are known to kiss and tell and brag about their conquests. Females can be just as bad, y’all just keep it on the low a little better,” he stated. “Well, I look forward to working with you tomorrow. Take care, and I’ll see you soon.”

“Can’t wait!” You responded. “Bye.”

“Bye,”

You felt oddly comforted and at ease after the call, no longer a ball of nerves or embarrassment. He made you feel like there was no shame in enjoying the things you did. He was very professional despite the nature of the call; it didn’t feel sleezy or overly salacious; just two consenting adults having a mature conversation about their sexual desires. 

*************************

When you walked out of hair and make-up and onto set, you saw Colson waiting for you on a red leather couch. He was clad in only black dress pants; shirtless — his tattoos on full display. He smiled seductively when he saw you, beckoning you over with a pat to his thighs. You undid your silk robe they had given you and let it slip from your shoulders to the floor, revealing the red lacy set Shawnie had bought you, as you made your way over to him. You suddenly became very aware of all the cameras and other people in the room, as you sat on his lap. Somehow it has slipped your mind that they were all a part of what went into this.

“You get used to it,” he said softly , remembering the way he felt his first time in front of the cameras. “Just pretend they’re not even there— only me and you, okay?” He said brushing a finger along your thigh. “Unless, Shawnie forgot to mention you’re an exhibitionist too, then by all means enjoy them watching us fuck,” he joked, making you laugh. “Don’t forget, if you need me to stop at anytime for any reason, just give me three quick taps,” he demonstrated, tapping your thigh. “Don’t worry about the filming, they can always edit and piece things back together if needed. This is all for you and I want you to enjoy yourself. Oh and happy birthday by the way! It’s today right?”

“Yeah,” you smiled. “Thank you.”

“Ok, so we’ll just start the scene with some kissing and light touches, and when I feel you’re ready I’ll signal the camera man, he’ll call action, and then we'll be recording.”

“Sounds good,” you nodded your head. He had made you feel so comfortable and relaxed the last bit of nervousness you chalked up to just being slightly star struck; You never thought in a million years you’d get this opportunity.

“Ready?,” he pressed his forehead to yours, staring directly into your eyes, the corners of his mouth turned up into the most alluring devilish grin. 

“Ready,” you echoed back, biting your lip trying to suppress a needy whine. God you were always such a sucker for his killer eye contact in his films, and now you were the one his eyes were soul fucking. You’re heart pounded with excited anticipation as Colson’s face drew nearer to your own. He lightly held your chin as he pressed his lips to yours, parting them to introduce his tongue. It was a welcome greeting, cut short by the breathy ���oh fuck ” that involuntarily slipped from your lips.

“”You good?” He laughed softly, a small puff of air the only thing separating your mouths; your foreheads still touching. 

“More...than good,” you spoke in a short choppy sentence trying to compose yourself. 

“That’s what I like to hear,” he smirked against your lips, continuing to kiss you. 

You melted into his kisses— slow and gentle at first,  increasing in intensity as he carried on. When he nipped at your bottom lip with a low groan, you lost all innocence, shifting positions to straddle his lap. You gripped the back of his head, as he kissed you and rolled your hips against him, demanding more. And that’s when he knew … that you were ready.  He quickly signaled to the cameraman with a thumbs up, and “Action” was called. 

His hand slipped down from your chin, settling on the highest part of your neck just under your jaw, his fingers squeezing at your pulse points on either side. Roughly he turned your head to the side with a push of his thumb and his mouth began mauling your neck with an appetite for lust, leaving blooming raspberry patches along the descending path of flesh that lead to your breasts. With one hand he expertly undid the front clasp of your red lace bra and took in the sight of you.

 “Perfect,” he whispered into your flesh with a growl, taking one breast  in each hand as he licked between them, keeping his eyes locked on yours. You slid the silky straps of your lingerie over your shoulders, letting it fall, as he took turns going back and forth between each breast treating each of your nipples to light suction and a pleasurable nibble. You let out a moan at his actions and again rolled your hips in his lap, pressing yourself against the hardening bulge inside his dress pants. “Needy are we?” He teased swiftly  spinning you around so your back was to his chest. He dug his chin into your shoulder peering over it as he snatched up the crotch of your panties roughly, tugging the material up between your lips . You canted your hips up chasing after the friction of the coarse fabric against your clit. “You like that, huh?” He pulled them harsher. 

“Mmmm, yes” you squeaked out, nodding your head.

“Yeah, I bet you do,” he growled nipping at your neck. “Look at this pretty pussy,” he shoved the material to the side exposing you, letting his fingers explore your folds as he pleased. “You want my cock right in here huh?” His voice was so gravelly and low as he slipped a finger inside you, only to quickly pull it back out, teasing you. “Taste yourself,” he brought the finger to your mouth. You wrapped your lips around it, as he slid it further into your mouth, his long fingers slipping down the back of your throat. “Oh, god, yes!” He exclaimed impressed by how you didn’t even gag. “Tell ya what—“ he paused to add a second finger to your mouth, continuing to talk as you sucked “If you can suck my dick as good as that—“   he then pulled them back out of your mouth. “I might just have to fuck you right in here too,” he shoved his spit slicked fingers into your ass.

“Yes, fuck, please!” You whined, wiggling your hips, wanting his fingers deeper.  

“You like that? Huh. You dirty little anal whore!” He grabbed your neck with his free hand, keeping you pinned back against him, the fingers of his other hand still moving inside you.

“Yes, yes! I am,” you strained to speak. “Please, please fuck my ass!” You whined impatiently with pleasure. You never heard yourself sound so needy and desperate in your life.

“You sound you pretty when you beg, but you're gonna have to earn it first,” he demanded pulling out his fingers,  leaving you feeling empty. Quickly, you dropped to your knees in front of the couch as Colson got up standing before you. You waited impatiently while Colson unbuckled his belt above you. Once undone he yanked the belt free from the loops with a satisfying ‘whoosh’ that made you pulse between your thighs. You desperately clawed his pants and boxers  down his legs like a feral cat in heat as Colson brought the tip to your mouth, still holding onto his belt in the other. “Open!,” he demanded. “Goooood,” he growled in praise as you did what you were told. You reached up to grab it but ,“no hands!” he smacked them away, and then secured them behind your back with his belt. “Let’s try this again, open!” He spoke harshly. You obliged, opening wide. “Tongue” he barked.  You let it hang from your mouth with anticipation; eager breaths rolling down it like a panting dog eyeing a steak. He teased you, slapping his cock against your tongue before shoving it fully into your mouth. Your eyes prickled with tears as you fought your gag reflex, taking him down your throat. He held your head in place with one hand , the tip of your nose pressed flush against the coarse hair of his pelvis, as he hunched his body forward over yours untying the sides of your G-string. It slipped from your body leaving you completely nude. Colson smacked your ass, then gripped it harshly, making it jiggle for him before finally standing straight up and pulling his hips back to let you come up for air. 

“Huuuuuuhhhh,” you inhaled sharply gasping for breath, letting oxygen penetrate deep into your lungs before Colson stuffed your mouth again. Mascara ran down your hollowed out cheeks as you sucked. You started pulling back out of instinct when you began to gag but Colson held you in place. 

“No, keep it in your mouth,” he instructed condescendingly, looking down at you. “Just a little longer” he promised. You tried your best, Colson letting out a throaty moan every time your raw, used throat constricted around him as he fucked into it. “Mmmgghh,” he groaned, pulling out of your mouth “Goooood girl,” he praised with a smirk, before bending down to give you a sloppy kiss, swapping mouthfuls of saliva. Just as he pulled away he let a long string of collected spit slip from his pursed lips and into your open mouth, where you eagerly accepted it, moaning as you swallowed it down. 

 You let out a breathy “awhhh” as you opened your mouth again, wiggling your tongue enticingly. 

“Such a dirty, fucking whore,” he bent down again and spat directly in your face. He smeared it all over your face with his hand before grabbing you by the neck, pulling you to your feet. “Turn around,” he ordered. You did as he said and Colson undid his belt from around your wrists. Before you even had a chance to soothe your sore wrists with a rub, Colson spun you around and pushed you down onto your back on the couch, your ass teetering on the edge of the red leather cushion. “Spread yourself for me,” he instructed, as he pumped himself. Again you did as you were told; you pulled your legs up, wrapping an arm around each thigh, holding them back as you parted your opening with your fingers.  “God, you’re so fucking wet.” He teased the head of his cock through the glistening mess on display for him. 

“Fuck me,” you said in an inpatient huff, staring into his eyes. 

“Awhhh, yessss,” he groaned out, slack jawed as he sank into you

“Ohhh, shit,” you screamed out , face twisted in pleasure, your eyes slipping shut, at the feeling of him burying himself deep in your cunt.

“Open your eyes. Look at me!” He spoke harshly, cupping your face in his hands as he thrust. You opened your eyes, trying to focus on his, but your vision was  spotted by the intensity of it all. “Feel good?” He pressed his forehead to yours just as he’d done earlier , starring directly into the windows to your soul as he fucked you. You nodded the best you could, but that wasn’t good enough for him. “Words, I want words. Say yes!”

“Yes.. yes,” you responded breathily, biting at your lip.

“Yeah, Mmmghhh, that’s it. Fuck, I like it when you use your words”  he moaned , shifting himself to be more upright. He then spit on the tips of his fingers and brought them to your clit and began rubbing it furiously, his cock still destroying you.

“OH Fuck!” You cried out, wiggling and bucking your hips. 

“You gonna fucking stay still? He roughly grabbed your face, squeezing your cheeks. You nodded your head, trying your best to calm your body’s erratic, pleasure driven movements as he thrust. “Words!” He spat, his hand letting go of your face only to connect it to your cheek again with a quick, yet harsh slap.

“Shit! ...Yes!” You corrected yourself once again, Your body was  loving how aggressive he was getting the longer he fucked you and he could tell;  spitting at and striking your face again.

“Turn over!”  He ordered, abruptly pulling out. “Hands on the back of the couch.” He roughly assisted you in turning around , and you placed your hands where instructed. You arched your back and pushed your ass out waiting for him to re enter you from the new position. “This is where you really want it, huh?” He teased his cock over your asshole. 

“Yes!,” you remembered to use your words this time.

“You’re a dirty little fucking anal whore, aren’t you? He asked, he question sounding a lot more like a statement. “Let me hear you said it.” He applied pressure to your hole with the tip, as he yanked back a fist full of your hair.

“I’m a dirty little fucking anal whore!,” you repeated desperately pushing back against him.

“Mmmghh!, That you are!” He confirmed with a groan, snapping hips hips forward, quickly entering you. 

“Uhhhhh, Oh my God!” You exclaimed at the feeling. You never fully understood why you enjoyed anal as much as you did, perhaps it was the pleasurable fullness, the taboo aspect, the fact that you were one of the few woman who were into it, or the way so many men were obsessed with it , and the look on their face when they found out you were more than willing to take it up the ass, but you absolutely loved it, and this time was no different. Every jack hammered thrust brought you closer and closer to the edge, especially when Colson reached around to between your legs adding the friction of his fingers to your clit. The sensation of your ass being stuffed combined with his  touch was the perfect recipe for orgasm and you felt it building every time his cock slid in and out. 

“Yeah, cum for me,” he could feel you tightening around him. His words perfectly in sync with the  jolt of pleasure boiling over in your abdomen and ripping through you with vast intensity. A series of explitives and sounds you’ve never heard yourself make, flew from you lips as your body went boneless under Colson. He quickly pulled out, turned you back over and came across your face with a few pumps of his hand. He collapsed to the side of you briefly, before tugging you off the couch and onto your knees. “I’m not done with you just yet,” he spoke out of breath taking his softening dick in his hand. Your eyes lit up, you knew what he was referring too— the only thing on your list of wants he hadn’t included yet. “Say ahhh!”

“Ahhh,” you echoed the request, letting his golden stream fill your mouth, splash off your tongue and dribble down your chin and body. You giggled, piss spilling from your smile as you looked up at him, all your fantasies now fulfilled. 

“Annnd cut!” Called the director. A few stage hands scrambled to bring you both a towel and small refreshments. “Almost done, just gonna get you guys a little cleaned up, rehydrated, let you catch your breath a bit, and then film the little quick, post scene interview. 

“Ok,” you both answered.

Colson tossed his towel over his shoulders and reached out his hand to you “You, good?” He asked with a faint laugh , watching your hand shake as you drank your water.

“Yeah,” you answered letting him pull you up onto the couch. 

“You were amazing,” he said, rubbing your back. He knew the come down from the adrenal rush of scenes could be taxing, especially from rough ones . “You —“

“Ready,” the director interrupted, cutting him short, and immediately pressing record. “So how was it?” the director focused the camera on you first. 

“Oh my god.. mind blowing,” you answered , still out of breath, adjusting your towel. 

“And you?” The director turned the camera to Colson.

“ Absolutely amazing. She was a natural. I’d love to work with her again.”

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AFTERTASTE PART SEVEN

Pairing: Archie Andrews X Reader

Summary: In which two best friends since childhood test whether sex and friendship can co-exist without causing conflict. Including OC's Flick and Cherry, a bisexual and lesbian in a sapphic relationship who are best friends of Y/N.

Song: Dream Boy by Waterparks

Warnings: swearing

Words: 2.1K

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Y/F and Y/M Robins were far from perfect parents. Y/F had the mental age of a toddler at times, and being an estate agent who always has to go the extra mile- he often wasn't home when his wife needed him the most. Y/M, on the other end of things, had been a stay at home mum until Y/N turned 16 last summer, and now she helped with all the administrative work for Mayor McCoy. She was a maternal creature which, coupled with her brilliant sarcasm, made for some explosive conversations. The two met on the first day of university and got married a week after the last.

When Y/M first found out she was pregnant with little Y/S Robins, the two realised they wanted a quiet bubble of a town to raise their children and grow up with them. But it wasn't until their second daughter was about to turn seven until they found their forever home in the quaint town of Riverdale. Ten years passing before their eyes, and the picturesque place didn't seen all that anymore.

Jason Blossom's death had nothing to do with the short gunshot sounding over the waves of Sweetwater River, the noise which woke Y/N from her sweet unmemorable dreams every few nights. The summer days rolled into early August without anyone caring, Y/N spending most of them at Cheryl's side listening intently to her past adventures with her brother. Betty threw herself into an internship at a publication house; Flick and Cherry had volunteered at a summer camp, and Archie was helping his dad out more and more with constructions job.

Although it hadn't been the start to the relationship Y/N had hoped for- the nervous giggles and hand holding, short and sweet kisses on late night walks followed by poetry worthy cuddling. There was a magnificent silver lining as Archie's muscles gained definition, and he suited the sweaty builder look far too well.

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"Earth to my gorgeous queen? Y/N/N?" Cheryl quizzed her friend, who currently resided at the poolside of Thornehill Manor. Her mind was off on a glorious tangent about her rendezvous in the kitchen at two in the morning. Fixing herself a glass of water, when Archie slips his hand into her pyjama shorts, his other around her mouth muffling her needy moans.

The red headed beauty shoved her y/h/c friend playfully, warm skin sweaty under her pale touch. Y/N blinked innocently and sent her an apologetic smile, "What?"

"I asked if you've thought about dating anyone else since Clayton?" The fiery ginger girl enquired with her usual upbeat tone.

Cheryl knew she had a unique quality about her which made it almost impossible for Y/N to lie to her face. The y/h/c girl scrunched up her nose, hiding the smile the idea of Archie Andrews brought to her face. 'Yes. We started off as fuck buddies but never actually fucked. Then I drunkenly asked him to be my boyfriend, now a month later I think we may genuinely work out.'

"Maybe." Y/N bit her bottom lip, listening to her friend's squeal as she squeezed her sun tanned arm.

"I knew it! You have this euphoric glow you only get when someone else makes you climax." The redhead affirmed confidently, watching the Robins girl's eyes bug out before hitting her arm, "Y/N/N, you know your secret's safe with me."

"Fine." She sighed and took a sip of her fruity cocktail, "It started off as just fooling around, honestly I just needed to let off some steam after everything. I knew he was into the kinds of things I was, I mean he used to tease me about it non stop. And it was good, so good I stopped being a pussy and asked him to be my boyfriend."

"Holy freaking hell!" The Blossom girl grinned with excitement, "Dare I ask, who is it?"

Y/N deadpanned at her friend, "Guess."

"Please don't tell me it's that muscular oaf Reggie, he's pretty but there's not exactly much going on upstairs." Cheryl tapped her temples and rolled her eyes at the thought.

"Nope."

The ginger thought for a moment, consulting her liquid courage and splashing her feet around the waters edge, "It's Archie."

All it took was a side-eyed glance at the y/h/c girl's blooming rosy cheeks to know she definitely wasn't wrong. Y/N severely lacked the ability to lie, even if her tone held conviction, her features were far too expressive and told the truth all on their own. It's not like they were hiding it from anyone, but the past four weeks had gone far too quickly without any moments to spare for the world around them. They slept together each night, the majority of that time not actually spent sleeping, but they hadn't been given the chance yet to explore more romantic avenues.

"It's fucking Archie Andrews- you're fucking Archie Andrews and don't you dare deny it." Cheryl gawked in her gorgeous white and nude bikini, watching as her friend lay back against the hot marble slabs which encased the large pool with the largest grin adorning her plump lips.

"We haven't had sex yet, so technically you aren't completely correct." Y/N winked but carried on before the girl exploded with a hundred questions and could never be turned off, "Trust me, I want to, and I'm sure he does too. But you know, it's his first time, I want it to be perfect for him."

"Y/N/N, you really love him, don't you?" Cheryl gagged to begin with, but she found it sweet in truth. She wanted someone to hold, who would hold her right back just as tight for no other reason than needing to.

Y/N sat back up and paddled her feet, "You have no idea, Cher."

Arch 🧡

That new post should be illegal

Tiger 💛

Ooo

I like this reaction

Maybe I should post more

Like this one

Cheryl pushed me in the pool

And I may have had a drink

Or three

Arch 🧡

Well that's sexy

I swear nobody looks good like that how on earth

You're a goddess

But also

How's she holding up?

Tiger 💛

🥺😇

Broken

But she's strong yk

You coming over for dinner?

Arch 🧡

Yeah Y/D invited my dad too

Need me to pick you up from Cheryl's?

Tiger 💛

Awe cute we love a bromance, and it's all good my mommas coming now anyways :))

Hours had elapsed far too fast and soon the summer heat simmered into cool waves of wind brushing over sun kissed skin. Cheryl's arms were clasped around the blonde's shoulders in a tight embrace.

"Thank you so much, Y/N/N, I don't know what I'd do without you!" The Blossom girl professed with sparkling eyes and a brilliant smile.

Y/N beamed up at her, fingers carding through her damp y/h/c hair as she looked over her shoulder to see her mum pulling into the driveway, "You don't need to thank me, Cher, friends look after each other. Message me if you need me, okay?"

Cheryl promised she would and the two teen girls hugged goodbye, with Y/N soon heading home- listening to her mother gossip about Hal and Alice's screaming match last night, Y/N loved her inability to keep her mouth shut sometimes.

"Mom," The y/h/c stopped her mid sentence and received a side eyed glance in response, "I need to tell you something and you're totally not allowed to freak out while you're driving."

Y/M's eyes widened and her grip tightened around the steering wheel, her daughters very rarely confided in her. While she knew her youngest was safe in her promiscuity, neither of Y/M Robins' girls ever shared their secrets so for the most part she took finding out into her own hands.

"Honey," The forty four year old's calm tone was hardly comforting to the teenager, "if this is about you and Archie fooling around, your father and I figured that out a long time ago, like so long ago. Who do you think does your laundry? When your underwear starting looking like dental floss, we caught on pretty quickly."

Y/N felt like a deer in headlights, "Mum, what the hell?" Her cheeks heated to an inhuman temperature.

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about, as long as you're being safe and he's-"

"For the second time today, and I can't believe I'm saying this to you, but I am not having sex with Archie Andrews!" Y/N's high pitched voice sounded through the car. It truly was a blessing and a curse to have such open minded parents in situations like this. She thought about telling her mother the truth, but Y/M was a blabber mouth as well as a gossip, so Y/N chose to withhold certain pieces of information.

The Robins matriarch dropped the subject but didn't forget about her daughter's tone, and continued to ramble on about how odd she found Penelope Blossom and the whole Blossom family in general. "Like why on Earth is Rose in a wooden wheelchair? They know it's the twenty first century, right?"

As expected, the Robins household was once again filled with warm laughter and copious amounts of food. The topic of Jason was skimmed over, and Y/S found herself away from the dinner table. The eldest Robins sibling was currently pleading with Alice as she began shoving all of Polly's belongings in the boot of Hal's car. She couldn't comprehend life without her best friend, not after losing Jason. They were meant to be going travelling together for a year- working the worst jobs and staying up all night to watch the sun rise in different countries. But instead, Y/S's eyes were blinded by tears as she screamed down the street at the speeding car, with Polly Cooper taken out of her life indefinitely.

Y/N was oblivious to the dark inner workings of the Cooper clan, Betty's knowledge about her and Archie unbeknownst to the loved up teens. She'd spent every second not occupied by her internship trying to justify the romantic act as a fleeting moment of loneliness fuelled by alcohol. She wrote in her diary ideas on how she could win Archie back over, not knowing it was in fact, too late. Betty found herself hopelessly in love with the boy next door, unfortunately for her, the girl across the road was the only one his mind found.

Archie and Y/N washed up while their parents resided to the living room with three glasses and a bottle of white wine. The short girl turned the tap off after placing the last utensil on the draining board, flicking her sudsy hands at the boy's face. "What the-"

She didn't give him a chance to finish that thought, jumping up and wrapping her legs around his torso- planting a kiss onto his lips, then cheeks, then forehead. The two fell entranced by each other, planting pecks across nape of her neck and top of his head.

"Son," Fred's voice called out from the next room and the two immediately pulled apart, hearts beating in their ears, "we're going in a minute."

"Alright." He replied, placing his girlfriend on the floor once more.

"I wish you'd stay." Y/N pouted childishly, she meant the words entirely but hated feeling overbearing. Her life had been turned upside down this summer, it started off with her unable to fall asleep with another person next to her- now Archie's chest was her most comfortable pillow and is arms were the warmest blanket.

"Tomorrow night instead, Princess? I promised my dad I'd spend more time with him before senior year." The boy reasoned, holding her close and unknowingly feeling the exact same way, he adored holding her by her waist and pulling her close under the duvet.

"Monopoly night at yours?" She grinned and he nodded back in reply, the two sharing a final kiss in the kitchen before walking into the hallway.

Y/N felt at ease as she wished the two a goodnight and headed up to bed. She took off her tea dress and replaced it with Archie's bulldog t-shirt, managing to reach the same length on her thighs as her dress did.

Arch 🧡

I can still smell your perfume on my sheets

Tiger 💛

Marking my territory obviously x

Arch 🧡

I love it

Hope you sleep well baby x

Tiger 💛

Call me that tomorrow and we won't be sleeping so you better rest up tonight x

Arch 🧡

Whatever you say, baby x

Tiger 💛

Goodnight x

Arch 🧡

Night princess x

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Pairing: Marcus Baker x OC

Requested: Nope

Summary: How does Victoria Lexington know Marcus Baker?

GIF Not Mine

Everyone knows everything about everyone in Welsbury. That’s what is part of the charm. Deep in the roots of the picture-perfect town are secrets and lies, feeding its residents. Maybe that’s what brought Georgia to this quaint town. She was intrigued by the flawless front the town presented, a place where nothing could go wrong. It did go wrong though. One fateful summer afternoon, Caroline Lexington was found dead in her home leaving a giant hole in the Lexington home and one in the town she put all her a time and effort in to.

No one had heard from Victoria Lexington after her mom’s funeral. She just disappeared off the face of the planet without telling anyone. Her classmates just thought that she moved away or something after the traumatic year she had but the stares and whispers said otherwise. Her hair was straight, and lips painted a deep red, hips swinging as she walked down the hallway with everyone’s eyes on her. Nothing had changed. It was like the whole summer didn’t exist.

“Who’s that?” Ginny asked, intrigued by the presence Victoria had.

“That is Victoria Lexington.” Abby said as if it was obvious.

Seeing Ginny’s puzzled look, Max couldn’t help but laugh a little. “You’re so cute.” Ginny just gave her a deadpanned look before she continued. “Her family like owns this town and her mom died at the start of the summer so we’re all waiting for a breakdown to happen.”

Ginny looked at the brunette taking in her appearance as the rest of MANG fell into conversation. She didn’t look like she just lost her mom. Her red lips were pursed as she rummaged through her locker, aware of all the attention that was on her and loving every bit of it. Victoria was well put together. Ginny knew everyone handled loss in their own way, but something didn’t sit well with her, she just couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

There was one thing that was getting on Victoria’s nerves as she went through her first day back at school and that was everyone asking her if she was okay. Was she okay? She didn’t know. Nothing was ever black and white. There were many levels to being okay and right now Victoria was okay enough. That didn’t stop her from plastering on a fake smile and thanking everyone for their forced condolences as if they cared. They didn’t. The only person who really cared about her was Marcus and she fucked that up. He saw at her lowest and Victoria couldn’t allow that. After all Lexington’s don’t cry in front of people.

She heard her mom’s voice clear as day, feel her claws digging into her jaw as she gripped it forcing Victoria to look up at her mom. “If you cry at any inconvenience then you’ll never stop crying. Crying is a weakness and Lexington’s aren’t weak.” Deep breath in. “You’ve gotten fat. Please don’t make me alter this dress so close to the gala.” Deep breath out. “This is all your fault. He’s dead because of you.” Deep breath in. “You stupid ungrateful bitch!” Deep breath out.

“Hey, its okay.” Victoria heard Marcus’s familiar voice and felt his hands clasp hers to stop her from hurting herself any further. She opened her eyes to a concerned brown pair looking back at her. He cupped her cheek, wiping away the tears she didn’t even know fell. Victoria quickly brushed him off, stepping away from him and wiping away her own tears.

“I’m fine.” She said, her smile forced.

“Tori, you don’t have to lie to me. I won’t judge.” Marcus slowly walked back over to her, making sure it was okay.

“I know I should feel sad today but I-I don’t. Does that make me a bad person?”

“There’s no wrong or right way on how you should be feeling.” Marcus said and Victoria such collapsed into his arms, gripping his lapels of his jacket as she cried, letting everything out.

At least when she got home, Victoria could count on some sense of normalcy. Her dad in his office doing work leaving the house to herself. That’s at least what she was hoping when she walked through the big oak front doors. Instead, a woman’s laugh could be heard from the kitchen along with her dad’s. Victoria slowly walked into the room, observing what was happening. “Hey, sweetie.” Her dad greeted, happier than he has been in a while. “This is Georgia from the mayor’s office. She’s helping with the business.”

“You must be Ginny’s mom, right?” Victoria said after a moment, looking the blonde women over.

“I am. Are you two friends?” She asked, her smile growing even bigger and her southern drawl thick.

“Great friends.” The brunette returned the smile, grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl on the island before going upstairs, a plan hatching in her head.

Looking in the mirror, Victoria finished touching up her hair, her hand knocking over her drink all over Ginny who had just come over to wash her hands. “I am so sorry!” She gasped, feigning shock. “Here let me help you.” She quickly grabbed paper towels to try and help Ginny even though her efforts were pointless knowing the top will stain.

“Thanks.” She mumbled taking the towels to try and salvage her top.

Victoria leaned against the side, looking over Ginny with a sly grin. “If I was you I’d keep my hands to yourself.” Ginny gave the girl an incredulous look as she made her way to the door. “Same goes for your mom.”

Ginny was speechless, standing alone in the bathroom. She couldn’t believe what had happened, well she could but still. Her friends told her not to retaliate knowing that Victoria will make her life a living hell. What they didn’t know though was that Ginny also had a mean sting in her and never pulls her punches. She was a woman on a mission and made a beeline for Victoria after the final bell rang. That was why her friends followed her and Marcus hung around to see what was going to go.

“Can I help you?” She asked, already bored of the conversation that hadn’t started yet.

“You owe me a new top.” Ginny simply said, her arms crossed to help seem more intimidating.

“I told you it was an accident.” Victoria said innocently.

“Oh, please, you and I both know you did this on purpose.” She scoffed. “Why did you this?”

“Because, as classy as ever your mom has already got her claws into a new man, a recently widowed one at that.”

“You mean your dad, right?” Ginny asked before continuing not waiting for an answer because she already knew. “Because let’s not forget why he is a widow in the first place. You killed her, right? Your mom?”

“Ginny.” Victoria heard Marcus warn her, but she held her hand up.

“No, I wanna hear what she has to say.” She clenched her jaw trying to hide the tears that were threatening to fall.

“You killed your mom because you had enough of all the shit she put you through since your brother’s death which, was also your fault.” The silence that had fallen onto the group was suffocating. Everyone was waiting to see Victoria’s reaction, expecting her to breakdown or something. She didn’t though, the many years of hiding her emotions coming handy.

“You’ve what, been here five minutes and you think you know everything? Well, you don’t so how about you keep that pretty mouth of yours shut and run along unless you want me to destroy you and everything your mom built.” Victoria warned, walking away from the stunned crowd.

Her chest rose and her eyes burned from the tears she was holding back. Victoria ended up in the nearest bathroom, not caring if it was the boy’s or not. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the sink hard, trying to calm herself down. “What Ginny said isn’t true, you know that, right?” Victoria should’ve known that Marcus would have followed her. She continued to ignore him, staring down at the floor. “Hey, look at me.” He said, gently lift her chin up so she could see him.

“Why are you being nice to me? I pushed you away, remember? I treated you like shit.” Victoria said.

“Because even though you did that I still find my way back to you just like you find your way back to me.” Marcus leaned down, his lips ghosting hers. The same electric feeling coming back from their first kiss.

A/N: if you have any requests for Marcus please send them in

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Book Boyfriend A Frankie Morales x Plus Size F! Reader fic Part 1

Book Boyfriend

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x Plus Size F! Reader

Characters: Frankie Morales, Reader, Santiago “Pope” Garcia, William “Ironhead” Miller, Ben “Benny” Miller, Isabella Morales (OC)

Setting: Two years after the events in Colombia (Triple Frontier)

Rating: R, NSFW

Warnings: Smut, Soft Frankie (yes that has to be a warning), cursing, teasing, unprotected sex, oral (male and female receiving), tooth rotting fluff, mixed with a little hurt/comfort, mention of abuse,

Word count: Part 1: 10,284

Summary: You’ve been so engrossed in your currant book series its lead to Frankie feeling a little left out.  

Notes: This is my first Frankie Morales/Pedro Pascal Fic, so I’m hoping everyone loves it as much as I did writing it. Something a little fluffy I thought of while thinking of my own favorite book boyfriends. Using the translator Systran for my very bad Spanish translations. A grateful thank you to @icanbeyourjedi for helping me out with Frankie’s Dog tags.

Tag list: @manalg14​   @songbirdcannabe​ @frannyzooey

Licking your index finger to turn the page of the book in your hand, unaware you have someone staring. Watching the way, you lick that single digit, adjusting himself on the couch beside you. Callused hand coming down to brush over your plush thigh, drawing little circles over the exposed skin. Attention still firmly on the book, Frankie huffs turning back to the tv but his hand stays on your thigh. Eyes darting towards your mouth to catch you slowly lick your lips. Teeth trapping the bottom between to nibble as you read a really good part. 

Groaning softly at your actions, he leans over to nuzzle your neck, patchy beard softly tickling the skin of your neck. Making you giggle, placing a hand on his chest to gently push Frankie away, “Baby I’m reading.” 

“For the past two hours, hermosa,” slight pout in his tone, taking the hand on his chest to bring it to him mouth and kiss your fingers. Distractions that normally work seem to fall short, eyes darting between the page and his. Soft slightly chapped lips trailing a path up the inside of your arm  reaching the hem of your sleeve the same time your eyes lock. 

Pausing to look over at him, you cup his cheek patting lightly, “One more chapter then I’ll be all yours I promise handsome.” 

Rolling those expressive chocolate pools, he sits back against the couch trying to ignore the throbbing in jeans because of the little actions you’re doing. “One more chapter Mi cielito I’m going to hold you to that.” 

However, one more chapter turned into two than three and Frankie started to fall asleep beside you. Jerking awake with the soft touch of your lips against his forehead, “Come baby lets go to bed,” words whispered with a touch of regret flowing through the cadence. You hadn’t meant to get so engrossed in your book, ignoring your boyfriend beside you. 

Sweetly, you help him get up from the couch, seeing how tired he is, and a slice of remorse eats away at you for keeping him up so long and breaking your promise. “I’m sorry my love, I’ll make it up to you tomorrow.” 

Grunting low, draping an arm around your shoulders to pull you against him while the two of you head to your shared bedroom. Only pausing long enough to check on Isabella, seeing she’s knocked out curled around her baby doll. Sighing softly at the sight you side eye Frankie seeing a tired but sweet smile tugging at his lips. 

“How’d I get so fucking lucky?” though the question is rhetorical you answer smacking his chest first for the curse word. 

“Language Mr. Morales,” light giggles leave you, pulling him along towards your bedroom. 

Shrugging, “Bella’s asleep she can’t hear me,” eyes dropping to watch the sway of your wide hips soft groan rumbling low. 

“To answer your question,” turning to face him with a smirk on your lips having heard the groan. “We both got lucky baby especially after everything we went through to get where we are today.” Cupping his bearded cheek, brushing your thumb just under his eye. “Plus, luck had nothing to do with it but love that brought us together.” 

Soft gasp parting your lips, watching transfixed by the sigh of Frankie nuzzling his face in your palm, kissing the center and making a shiver of arousal race down your back. Unable to stop yourself from looking between those soft lips and dark eyes. Catching the smirk tugging at the corners as he leans in to press his mouth to yours in a tender kiss. Strong arms wrap around your thick waist hauling you against his firm chest, garnering a squeak to escape your lips. Heart thumping erratically behind your ribs wondering for a moment if he could feel or maybe hear the muscle working over time because of him. 

Of their own accord your arms wrap around his shoulders, pressing farther into his warmth. Low groan working its way from the depths of his chest. Hands slipping down into the back pockets of those ass hugging jeans he loves. Cupping the generous globes to pull you flush against him. Letting you feel hard evidence of his arousal, the thick ridge incased in denim presses into your thigh. On a gasp his tongue licks into the warm cavern of your mouth sliding over your teeth before mating in a sensual dance all their own.  

Eyes dropping closed at the pleasure his mouth is giving you, one hand stray’s to card through the curls at the back of his head, blunt nails scratching lightly. The other tracing little patterns over his back knowing how sensitive to your touch he is. Chuckling into his mouth, his body wiggling into yours trying to get away from your teasing fingers. Though he doesn’t want to break the kiss, nor move from having you against him. 

“Hermosa,” warning growl rumbling from his chest, as he squeezes your ass in retaliation making another mewl of pleasure leave you. Pressing yourself into his body, your eyes open to stare into his heat darken gaze. 

Biting your bottom lip, you happen to glance at the clock, red numbers staring back at you in remembrance of the time and how late it’s gotten. “Well, fuck me,” you groan with a shake of your head. 

“That’s what I’ve been trying to do for the past few hours cariño,” dropping his head  to rest on your collarbone, his own groan rumbling up. Knowing you need to break apart but not wanting to let you go. 

Running your fingers through his dark brown hair, giving the scalp a light scratch, “I’m sorry Frankie,” guilt wringing your heart. Knowing it’s not easy for the two of you to be intimate with Isabella. A blessing to you both, though to Frankie she’s his world one that you happened to step into about a few months after her birth. “I didn’t realize the hours slipped away from me.” 

“It’s all right Y/N,” soft moan leaving his lips at how good your fingers feel in his hair. “I know you haven’t had time to yourself to read in a long while.” Raising his head to look at you with heated eyes, “Just don’t forget I’d like a little attention to,” giving your ass another squeeze, pout finding its way over his mouth. “Besides how could that book be so interesting when you have me sitting right beside you?” wiggling his brow at you.

Giggling softly, “So full of yourself Morales,” reluctantly pulling from his arms to start your nightly routine. “Those book boyfriends got me through years of sexual drought and fueled a ton of fantasies.” Pulling your shirt from your body hearing the groan from your boyfriend, making another giggle leave you. Hands on hips, you stare at him, catching his pink tongue come out and lick his lips. Shifting hips to try and alleviate at least a touch of pressure on his cock. “Like what you see flyboy?” 

“God, you know I do sweetheart,” words coming out breathless though gritted teeth, trying to  hold back and using all his will power to keep from taking you. “Fucking tease,” he tosses out when you turn, pulling your bra off to slide your sleep shirt over your top half. “Besides you have me now to full fill all those fantasies of yours. Why not let me?”

“Tomorrow I’ll make it up to you Francisco I promise,” turning back to him, you step forward wrapping your arms around his neck. “If I didn’t have such an early morning, I would let you fuck me into our mattress all night and fill all my erotic idea’s.”  

Groaning, “Una princesa de burlas, vas a ser la muerte de mí.” (Translation “A princess of mockery, you’re gonna be the death of me.) Nipping at your neck, knowing that speaking Spanish never fails to turn you on with his voice dropping an octave in cadence. Only confirmed when you start to rub your thighs together, combined with the little whimpers that leaves you. “Not too fun, eh?” 

Rolling your eyes, giving Frankie a shove that barely moves him but makes his head come up so you're looking into his eyes. Seeing the mischievous glint  right before you kiss his chin, by passing his lips to kiss the tip of his nose. Placing your hands on his cheeks to bring his face down, adding a kiss between his eyebrows, the final one landing on his forehead. His face almost pressed into your breasts, which makes him groan and lick his lips. Before coming back to his lips giving them a tender kiss then pulling away to head towards the bathroom. 

Getting lost in your warmth and scent, Frankie staggers a few steps when you move away, smile sliding over his soft lips while watching you move. Knowing you’re being both sweet and temping with those kisses, Frankie pulls his own shirt from his body. Stretching his back from working all day on the boss’s helicopter, he goes to drop it in the laundry basket stepping in front of the open bathroom door. To catch you rubbing lotion into your legs, one foot on the bathtub’s ledge as you work the cream into your skin. Trying not to stare but he can’t help it, knowing what those soft legs felt like wrapped around his waist or over his shoulders. Better yet on either side of his head while he’s feasting on your cunt. 

Cursing in Spanish to turn quickly pressing the heel of his palm into his thickening shaft, breath coming out in quick pants. Reciting the proper procedure for takeoff and landing a helo trying to get himself under control and not think about bedding you all night. Frankie finishes getting undressed, sliding his lower body into a pair of red and black flannel pajama pants, smirk turning up his lips as he takes a seat on the end of the bed. You just finishing up your nightly routine, pause at the door to flick the lights off. Eyes landing on Frankie, who’s bare chest catches your attention first. Having to stop yourself from licking your lips as the soft light highlights his tawny skin. Soft in all the right places especially the little tummy you love to kiss when trailing your lips over his body. 

Dragging your eyes up to lock with his, seeing the smirk that makes you shake your head at him, “I’m guessing this is pay back?” stepping forward, one leg sliding between his thighs. Pushing them apart so you can stand closer. Hands come to rest on his shoulders, one carding through his thick curls as his own rest on your wide hips. 

Looking up at you, chin resting on your tummy still unable to fathom how he could got so lucky. “Is it working hermosa?” eyes darken when your tongue peeks out to wet your lips. 

“Nope,” popping the p while trying to keep from giggling at the crest fallen look on his handsome face. That he buries in your plush shirt covered tummy. Trying to hide that fact that yes those pajama pants work so damn will. “Next time go naked there’s a possibility for me jumping your bones then.” 

“That can be arranged sweetheart,” grin returning to his lips while standing to wrap his arms back around your shirt covered waist. Pressing you against his chest feeling your puckered nipples beneath the fabric begging for attention. He’s more than willing to give in, stripping you down and worshipping every inch he could get his mouth on.  

Soft whimper leaves you lips when his lowers to ghost over yours. The barely there touch making your knees weak but its the wide yawn that overtakes you instead of the kiss. Breaking the moment as Frankie groans walking you both to the side of the bed. Leaning over to pull the covers back, “Let’s get you in bed mi amor, tomorrow I’ll ravish you till you can’t walk.” 

Nodding you climb in moving to the middle so Frankie can get in, curling up to his side, resting a hand on his chest to draw little patterns. “Promise handsome?” whispering the words into his ear then placing a kiss to his cheek. Your touch not helping things but he wouldn’t change anything. Instead he takes your hand and intertwines your fingers, placing them over his heart. 

  “Promise cariño, you know I wouldn’t break one,” turning his head to look at you. Seeing the droop of your lids soft smile gracing his features. Leaning in, to place a kiss to each of your half-closed eyes, “Sleep Y/N we have tomorrow and many more days after that.” Adding a gentle kiss to your lips. 

“You’re too good to me Frankie,” muttering the words sleepily, snuggling against him, left arm wrapping around your waist to hold you. “Te Amo,” whispering the words, lips placing a kiss to his neck breath ghosting over his skin as you fall asleep. 

While Frankie lays there shocked, not because you spoke in Spanish but for what those simple words meant to him. Wishing that you hadn’t fallen sleep so he could say them back and show you in actions how much he truly loves you. He settles for now on holding you closer making sure the sheet and blankets are securely covering the both of you, knowing how cold you get during the night. Placing his lips against your forehead for a kiss, his own eyes starting to drift closed. Your rhythmic breathing lulling him into dreams of your life together. 

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Intrusive noise brings you slowly from the warm cocoon you're wrapped in, low groan leaving your lips. Moving to turn the offending alarm off but you can’t reach as Frankie has you pushed into the mattress cuddling into your chest with his heavy arm draped over your tummy. “Frankie baby the alarm,” hearing him grunt against your skin, giggles leave your lips. 

You try one more time to reach the clock only to have him bat a hand at the offending object, hitting the snooze harder than needed and rolling back against you. Burying his lips in your throat, soft mustache tickling your skin making you giggle and try to move away. Through his strong arms hold you even closer, your head tipping back to give the access he’s wordlessly asking for. Fingers carding through his curls, tugging gently as a low moan leaves your throat. One he feels with his mouth against your pulse that picks up with each nibble and kiss given. 

“Frankie,” name comes out on a whimper when his nose brushes just south of your ear. 

“Mi amor,” sucking softly, tasting your skin with his tongue that draws little patterns. Free hand moving down to the hem of your shirt that’s ridden up while you slept. Callused fingers finding your bare waist to spread his hand over your skin, sliding it down and back to cup the generous globe of your ass. Pressing his face into your fabric covered chest, making another moan leave your lips as his own seek out the pebbled peaks of your nipples. Wetting the cloth as he suckles one into the hot cavern of his mouth. 

The hand at your ass moving lower to bring your thigh over his hip, rocking against you. Flatten your hands over his chest, pushing twice before he rolls on his back taking you with him. So that your straddling his waist, feeling the hard press of his shaft along your folds. Hands bracing yourself up over him, mouth never leaving your breast. As he switches to the other, eyes locking with yours letting you see the need and heat filling the now almost black orbs. Pupil’s crowding out the beautiful brown of his iris’s you love to drown in.  Mewling whimpers leave your parted lips, head tossed back, while your hips rock against him in slow teasing circles. 

Growling in impatience, Frankie makes quick work of pulling your shirt off to fling it to the floor, mouth reattaching to your breast. Nipping the puckered bud before trailing his lips over your skin and back up your neck. Reaching your ear, “It’s tomorrow hermosa or did you forget and want that book boyfriend of yours?” 

Turning your head to capture his lips in a deep hard kiss, one that’s all teeth and tongue, a battle for dominance. Angling your head just right so that you can take in air through your nose while tangling your tongue with Frankie’s. Though before long the need for true oxygen becomes too much as your forced to break apart both of you panting for breath. Resting your foreheads together you subtly move your hips. Just brushing your soaked panties against his flannel covered cock. Letting him feel your passion that he’s started. 

An idea pops into your head one that’s fleeting with the warmth of his large hands landing on your ass. Cupping the globes to press you against him, while he plants his feet and thrusts upward. It’s anything but teasing, more demanding with a need born from a night of dreams that has him hard as steal and wanting to bury himself deep inside your body.  

“Frankie,” his name coming out on a whimper, mouth moving to his jawline kissing the salt and pepper beard. Nosing the surprisingly soft hairs, trailing your lips to the thick cords of his neck pushing his chin backwards to get access to where you want to place kisses. Both of you shutting out the world right then and all that needs accomplished for the day in favor of indulging in carnal pleasures interrupted last night by time moving too quickly. 

“Tell me what you want hermosa and I’ll give it to you,” breath ragged with need, his cock throbbing with each movement of his hips against you. Feeling your essence soaking through to his own skin. Low growl rambling into your chest that he presses to his, loving the feel of your nipples brushing his overheated flesh. 

He goes to pull your panties off and his own pajama pants when a squeal of want makes the two of you break apart. Groaning, pushing his head back into the pillows as you rest your forehead against his collarbone unable to help the silent giggles that leave your lips. Frankie tips your chin up when he feels the shake of your body, thinking you’re upset and shaking his head when seeing the mirth in your sweet gaze. 

“Looks like a cold shower for you handsome,” trying to keep the mirth from your tone as you lean down to give him one more sweet kiss. “I’ll go take care of our princess you shower and get ready for work.” Groaning when you must move from his body, feeling his hands slide down from your thick waist, a shiver runs down your frame at the caress he gives your body. Though you try to suppress the want while searching for something to wear for right now. Spying his flannel robe, “Breakfast?” brow cocked, turning back to face him. Licking your lips as you look over your lover. Unable to hide the need blooming deeper in your eyes, finding that you can’t take your eyes off the sexy man lying in your bed. 

He turns on his side one arm propping up his head to watch you pull on his camo bath robe. “Never thought something so simple would look so sexy,” words whispered though you’ve heard them as Frankie looks you over. Feeling the places his eyes linger like a caress of those big rough hands of his, making another shiver skate over your body. 

Swallowing, knowing there’s not much time till Isabella calls/squeals for you again. “You want breakfast Frankie?” trying to get your mind off what you really want. Like jump back into bed with that man and make him growl and moan your name till he’s putty in your hands. The only man to ever make you feel sexy while naked or in this case dressed in his robe. Knowing that your not some runway model with a size two body, but it’s a body Frankie can never get enough of. One he loves to see pressed into the mattress, while he takes you in any manner of ways. Face consumed with the pleasure he’s giving you or those times when your greedy and want to show him heaven. Devouring his cock in the warmth of your mouth, teasing him, knowing just what places to lick and nibble. The wanton minx only Frankie gets to bring out and see. But most of all its that sweet smile you give him that tugs at his heart and what made him fall in love with you almost at first sight. 

An impatience huff from you has a smile tugging at his lips, breaking him from the thoughts filtering through his mind. Raising to sit on the edge of the bed, reaching out to snag the ties to his robe and bring you closer. Mischief running through those soulfully deep brown eyes, hands resting on your hips, “Only if I can eat you for breakfast mi amor.” 

Voice impossibly deep, sends a spark of arousal so potentate you must rub your thighs together for friction and place your hands on his shoulders to keep yourself upright. “That’s dessert flyboy and it’s nowhere near dinner time so sadly I’m off the menu for right now.” Giving him a bright smile, as you see the disappointment flashes in his eyes. Leaning down to kiss him softly, “Shower, I’ll have breakfast ready and our little princess, before getting ready myself.” 

Stepping away you pause at the door to look over your shoulder, catching him watching your every move. “See something you like Francisco?” One shoulder of the robe sliding down to bare your skin to his eyes. 

Shaking his head, he can’t stop the smile from gracing his lips, “I see someone I love,” raising to join you at the door. Wrapping an arm around your waist, to lean down and kiss you back softly. Heart beating out of his chest at the simple words he spoke that made you gasp but return the kiss. Pulling away with a goofy smile on your lips. 

“Love huh? You going soft on me Mr. Morales?” knowing what it took for him to say that word and remembering that you had told him the same last night in Spanish. Happy tears form in the corners of your eyes as you turn fully towards him, cupping his cheeks in your hands, “I love you to Frankie.” 

Tender moment broken by the call of “Mama,” which makes you both laugh in happiness as you move away. 

Squeaking at the smack Frankie lands on your ass before you’ve stepped fully away from him. “By the way hermosa you look fucking sexy in my robe. Though I do have to say it would look so much better on the floor,” giving your wink before turning to head to the shower. 

“Same with those sinful flannel pj’s baby, they may look good riding low on that waist of yours, showing off that sexy tummy and treasure trail. But I’d look better with my legs wrapped around you,” you return giggling when you hear the low growl from him. “Don’t worry they will be on the floor tonight count on that one.” 

Heat rising over Frankie’s cheeks at your words even as another groan leaves his lips along with a soft curse feeling his cock throb from just the mire thoughts your promise conjures up. He has to lean a little on the bathroom door to steady himself before stripping and heading for a very cold shower. 

Sadly, both your days didn’t go as planned. Repairs on the helo took longer than Frankie scheduled, he drug himself in a little after 8, the scent of pizza tickling his nose as he toes off his shoes by the door. 

“Y/N,” calling out softly not wanting to wake Isabella who he knew would be fast asleep in her bed. The sight which meets his eyes makes his heart expand and tears form, both his girls fast asleep on the couch. The book you read last night dangling from your hand just shy of landing on the floor. Free hand cuddling your little girl against you, fingers spread over her small back. 

Stepping closer, he hates to wake you, looking so peaceful, beautiful eyes closed contentment making your features smooth. Frankie leans down to scoop up Isabelle, her own eyes sleepily opening to stare at him. “Dada,” small voice whispers, her head drooping to lay on his shoulder falling back asleep. Soft chuckle at her actions, Frankie runs his hand over her head gently sweeping away some of the chestnut curls. Still in aww of this little girl he never thought would be his. Movement catches his eye, turning to see you waking slowly. 

Stirring with the warmth and weight of Isabella gone, you smile up at Frankie rising slowly to place your book in your previous spot before stretching out your back. “Long day baby?” standing to wrap your arms around both of your loves. 

“Hmm,” pressing warm lips to first his little girl’s forehead before leaning down to kiss you. “I’m just happy to be home hermosa.” Not wanting to go into the crappy details of his day right then. “I’ll go put our angel to bed while you get ready yourself.” 

Shaking your head, ruffling her hair gently and adding a kiss to her soft chestnut curls, “I’ll warm you up some dinner and we can talk before bed.” Reaching up to brush your hand over his bearded cheek, cupping the side and swiping a thumb over the apple of his cheek. 

“Sure, you don’t want to return to your book boyfriend?” teasing glint making his eyes light with mirth that makes you roll your and pat his jaw. 

“Don’t tempt me Frankie baby I just might,” sending a smirk his way, turning then to head into the kitchen. Hearing the playfully annoyed huff leave him. 

Entering the kitchen bare feet silently padding over the cold tile, you busy yourself with getting a plate, trying not to think of your day. The events having led to the reason Isabella was still up, and pizza for dinner instead of the home cooked meal you had originally planned to make. Automatically placing two slices down on a plate and putting them in the microwave. Leaning back against the counter, arms crossed watching though not actually paying attention to the microwave plate spin, eyes unfocused glancing more inward than on the task at hand. You jump lightly when Frankie comes to stand in front of you, warm body soothing your horrible day, arms on either side caging you in. Wrapping your arms around his waist to rest your head on his chest. 

“Things not go as planned my love?” placing a kiss to the center of his shirt covered chest, not wanting to speak about your day yet. 

Soft grunt leaves his lips pressed into the side of your head, “Just long and a few fuck ups by the newbie’s who seem to think they know everything.” Eyes rolling through you can’t see the action with your head still pressed into his chest. Running his large hands up and down your back, pressing your soft plush body into his. “Sometimes I feel like I’m a relic in that place and no one wants to listen to me.” 

“You know more than all those assholes put together Frankie, you could put that helo back together with your eyes closed and fly it to points unknown in a blink of an eye,” looking up voice firm and strong with a note of pride in the cadence as you lean up to press your lips to his for a short kiss. 

“My little cheerleader,” grinning nuzzling his nose against yours. “If I get you that little outfit, would you wear it for me?” though seeing you in his robe turns him on more than any stupid costume. Being a man of simple wants and desires, he’d rather see you naked with just his dog tags between your breasts. 

This time you roll your eyes, “Not with all the extra padding I have it wouldn’t look right on me.” 

Low growl leaving his chest as he squeezes you tightly, “Sweetheart you would make anything look good though I do have to agree it wouldn’t look right on you.” Seeing the flash of hurt Frankie rushes to explain himself, “Not that you wouldn’t look sexy as fuck just, I’d much rather you in my robe or better yet naked.” Tracing the pattern on your scrub top with the tip of his finger till it reached your neck, resting the callused palm on your soft skin. 

Shivering at his words that fill your heart with love for this man, “Nice save stud,” resting your head back on his chest. Eyes closing, feeling his fingers brushing over your neck wondering how you got so lucky when there’s women and men out there that haven’t. Unwillingly the images from this afternoon filter through your mind making you squeeze Frankie tighter. 

Sensing the shift in your demeanor, the way you’re holding him like a life preserver wrapped around a drowning man. He pulls back just a little to tip your chin up with two fingers, “What happened mi amor?” seeing unshed tears glistening in your eyes. 

“Nothing,” single word muffled as you’ve buried your face back into his chest. Breathing in the scent of oil, lava soap and something that’s uniquely Frankie. It never fails to sooth your mind from the trouble, imagined and real. 

Squeezing you closer, he uses the hands at your waist to help boost you to sit on the counter, parting your thighs and slipping between. Cupping your cheeks in callused palms so that your looking into his eyes, “Talk to me hermosa you know you can tell me anything.” Thoughts going back to one of the many reasons he and Felicia, the mother of Isabella, didn’t make it. Both refusing to talk about what’s really bothering them. He doesn’t want a return to that kind of life not with you and not with all the work he put in to change that part of him. “Remember you said we’d talk, and I have so it’s your turn baby.”

Knowing he’s right, a soft sigh leaves your lips, “A young woman came in this afternoon to the clinic, she’d…” swallowing hard at the visions filling your mind, remembering the cuts and bruises, the tears. “Her partner messed her up pretty bad, I tried to get her to press charges, but she wouldn’t. Simply saying it’s her fault, she should’ve listened instead of disobeying.” Eyes downcast as you remember your own mother’s fight against abuse at the hands of her husband. Those memories combined with today’s events trap you in your mind till warm lips press against your forehead. Strong arms cradle you against his chest, stroking your back in soothing circles. 

“You did what you could mi alma, there wasn’t anything you could’ve said to change her mind, not till she’s ready. I know it brings the memories back and I’m so fucking sorry you and any woman or man has to go through that.” Moving just a fraction back to look into your eyes as your head raises, silent tears making little wet trails over your cheeks. 

Leaning in to kiss the salty moisture away, catching the dull glint of a necklace under your shirt. Frankie reaches up to tug the warm metal from under the fabric, breath catching at finding his dog tags dangling at the bottom. 

Bottom lip caught between your teeth, you look from the tags to Frankie, “They bring me comfort when you’re not around just like Isabella. I hadn’t meant to keep her up so late but having her lay on my chest while I read it kept the demons away.” 

“Mi amor you never have to explain, it's why I gave you these in the first place,” though the explanation tugs at his heart just as he tugs at the dog tags. The feeling of home, of you and Isabella being here and his, a plan forming in his mind. He’s been a rambling man for so long, even while dating and almost marrying Felicia, but now with you in his arms he felt at home. “As for Isabella I’m more than sure she enjoyed laying on the mama to sleep,” soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “I almost didn’t move her, but then I thought you wouldn’t get much sleep on that couch and your back would blame you in the morning.” 

Melting at his words, the sweet look in his eyes makes you fall in love with Frankie all the more. “You are one amazing man you know that Francisco Morales?” Feeling the dog tags land back between your cloth covered breasts as his hands wrap around your waist to pull you closer to him. 

“I’m just a man mi amor, there’s nothing amazing about me,” soft yelp leaving his lips when you give his side a pinch under his shirt. Rubbing the bruised skin, “What’s that for?” pout forming on his mouth. 

“For thinking so little of yourself handsome, you know I don’t like it when you do that,” giving him a stern glance that turns soft under those pouting puppy dog eyes. You glance over his shoulder, seeing the microwave stopped a while ago and knowing he’s probably starved. “You need to eat but I’d warm that pizza up a little more before you do.” Moving just an inch you pull him back into a gentle kiss that’s nothing short of tooth rotten sweet and tender. Just little presses of your mouth to his, nipping a few times on his plush bottom lip before sucking lightly. 

Pulling back just a little, “It’s dinner time can I have my dessert now?” mischief sparkling in those deep brown pools as his hands rub your thighs that surround his waist. 

“I wouldn’t be much of a participant handsome,” once again guilt eats at your heart as a large yawn makes your mouth gap open and you stretch to work out the kinks in your muscles. “I know I promised…” 

Leaning in to kiss you twice, “Don’t you worry about that sweetheart, we have tomorrow.” 

“I know but you see my book boyfriend waits for me tomorrow and I can’t disappoint him,” giving Frankie a teasing smirk while slipping from the counter. His presence the salve to your wounded heart just as yours is to his. “Eat your dinner then come to bed, I wanna cuddle with my lover tonight.” 

Tugging you into his arms, lips placed on your forehead, “One of these days that book boyfriend of yours will find himself kicked out of our house.” Chuckling, he drops a possessive hand on your ass to give the plump flesh a squeeze. “Those tags mean your taken by me,” reluctantly letting you go, watching with love struck eyes as you walk away. 

“I’ll inform him of that baby,” turning you start for the bedroom, pausing at the door to look back and blow Frankie a kiss. 

Twenty minutes later, a couple of slices of pizza and half a beer, Frankie goes around the house making sure everything is locked up and lights are off. Treading sock footed to the only source left, he pauses to check first on Isabella then head to your shared bedroom. Pausing at the doorway to watch you sleep, curled around his pillow, dressed in his robe from this morning. A deep love fills his heart one he thought would never find him not after all the bad he’d done, all the marks he tallied with every mission. Yet you’ve stayed taking up room in his heart making it so that he never wants to let you go. 

With those thoughts in his mind, Frankie strips down to his boxers and slides into bed. Wrapping an arm around you, to pull you flush with his side. Soft sigh leaving your lips as you curl into him, draping a leg between his and an arm over his chest. Even in your sleep you manage to steal his breath and fall in love with you all over again. 

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Golden sunlight filtered through the partly open curtains, bathing his features in soft yellow light. Dark brows smooth with sleep, arching over closed libs hiding those deep chocolate eyes you love so much. Lightly tracing the features of his face with the tips of your fingers, not wanting to wake him just yet having turned the alarm off after waking early. On your day off no less but getting to see Frankie like this peaceful, resting and without a care in the world made losing a little extra sleep worth it. 

A smile tugs at the corners of your lips, fingers tracing over his features. The tip of your index finger gliding over his defined nose that you love to kiss, the crinkles at the corners of his eyes when he smiles. Over cheeks especially the left with its dimple that appears every so often when he’s really happy normally when he’s staring at Isabella or you. That realization makes your heart hammer behind your ribs. Still wondering how you found this amazing man and more to the point how he could love someone like you. 

Those thoughts become interrupted when he mumbles words you can’t quite make out but draws your eyes to those lush lips. Ones that speak words of love and devotion, kisses away the nightmares, brushes over Isabella’s forehead or yours. Lips that could make you cry out or gasp in pleasure the likes you’ve never felt before and speak the most filthiest of things into your ear. The very thought of how wicked they could be makes you tremble as you trace over them softly. Laughing quietly when they move against those fingers almost like it tickles feeling his mustache brush your fingers small giggle leaving you. Breath catching when you feel the little unconscious kiss he places. Almost like he’s awake but the steady rise and fall of his chest shows you differently. 

Letting the breath you hold out to continue mapping his features. Brushing over the salt and pepper beard that graces his jawline in patches that you know he hates at times. Wanting it to fill in or darker in color like when he was younger. But you reassure him with kisses that you’ve grown to love his patchy facial hair and the color it’s become. Remembering the time, you told him that to you it’s a turn on and had to show him just what you meant. Smirking at that memory, your eyes trace lower for the moment over his pecs, the little slope of his tummy and down that dark trail of hair that slips under his boxers. Consciously licking your lips at the impressive morning wood he’s sporting tenting the black boxers encasing his lower body parts that aren’t covered by the thin sheet. 

  Reluctantly pulling your eyes away, knowing you’ll get to that point soon enough. Refocusing your attention’s to the strong column of his throat, tracing the veins till they disappear under his skin. Teasingly circling his nipples garnering a low moan from the man above you making a smirk appear even as your eyes dart up. Seeing he’s still asleep though his legs are starting to get a little restless, you glance down catching sight of the sheet slip a little lower. Fingers still dancing over his chest you turn back to your perusal of his body leaning in to place a soft kiss to the pebbled nipple closest to you. 

Smiling when there’s a gasp that leaves his lips this time, though you don’t look instead moving lower to nuzzle into his tummy. One of your favorite parts of him, that he hates thinking he’s going soft in his old age. You’d argued with him, musing how he could dislike a part of his body that’s soft when you were soft all over. Thick thighs and waist, arms that still flap after you stopped waving, the body of a Rubenesque angel. The last memory making your smile fondly as Frankie told you that one afternoon lying in bed naked, drawing patterns over your skin much like you do now to him. You’d scoffed that turned into a moan of pleasure when his lips started worshipping your body. Mapping the valley’s and dimples you didn’t like, sliding his big body between your thighs to kiss and bite at your skin. Marking you that afternoon as his, reminding you how beautiful and desirable he sees you. 

Only to return the favorite later that night ending the argument by reverently kissing and nipping each spot on his body, the scars, the softness, the strength he forgets that underlines his body. Even now you can’t stop yourself from placing a kiss to the center of his chest. Enjoying the sight of your lover spread out for you to devour. You don’t take your eyes off him while moving to lay between his legs. Robe parting to expose your breasts to his eyes when he wakes, and you know that’s coming soon. When you feel him twitch against your hand, the soft groan and movements of his restless body a dead giveaway. 

Leaning down to nuzzle his length with your lips and nose, breathing in the musky woodsy scent of his body that has tingles dancing over your skin. Taking the cloth covered elastic band between your fingers to peel it back. Exposing the head of his cock jutting upward against the curls of his groin making you lick your lips. Tongue peeking out to lap at the pearl drop of precum that sits perfectly over the slit. Tasting his tangy musk of his essence, savoring that first little drop while peeling his boxer briefs lower over his muscular thighs. Carefully tugging them and pushing the sheet off his body while you wiggle down. Till the under garment gets tossed to the floor along with the bedsheet, his body bare to your glaze. Catching sight of his chest starting to rise and fall a little quicker now. Expressive eyes moving a little faster behind closer lids. 

Licking your lips at the sight knowing you need to act quickly, or Frankie will wake and spoil your fun. Returning to your position, making sure the robe is still gaping open for his viewing pleasure. Leaning in to trace your lips over the underside of his thick shaft. More than average in girth and length the very thought of him inside you has your own thighs wanting to rub together for some kind of friction. But you remember this isn’t about you, it’s a repayment of pleasure he’s given you, of all the little things, the touches, kisses, the sweetness that is your Frankie. You want to repay him, no matter how many times he’s told you it’s not necessary. You want to show him heaven just as he’s done for you. 

A grunt pulls you from the musing, tugging a smirk across your lips, burying them at the base of his shaft. Nibbling little kisses till you reach the red tinged head, tongue slipping out to flatten against the slit and drag across. Wrapping one hand that barely fits around the base placing him heavily on your tongue to circle your mouth and close around the tip. Sucking softly, tongue flicking quickly a few times, before widening your jaw and taking as much of his cock in. 

Slightly gagging when he hits the back of your throat, and swallow. Full lips covering the shaft tightly while dragging your mouth up, and down hand pumps and twists the part you can’t fit. Bobbing slowly, grinning when a pair of callused hands come to cup the back of your head. Not pushing just resting trying to ground himself. 

Spanish curses fly from his lips, “Mierda hermosa que la boca tuya se siente como el cielo,” back arching off the mattress, eyes flying open to stare down at you. Darkened with passion and desire, licking his lips as your own are wrapped around his throbbing cock. “Tan bueno para mí, mi amor.” (Fucking shit beautiful that mouth of yours feels like heaven.) (So good to me, my love.) 

Head bobbing slowly, eyes locked with his, pulling up till just the head rests on your tongue, sucking lightly before letting go with a wet pop. “Morning handsome, sleep well?” smirking at the question, you drop one hand between his thighs to gently caress the slightly roughen skin of his balls. Testing the weight and giving a light squeeze before starting to massage each one in turn. Delighting when it pulls another puffing moan from his lips. 

Words unable to form in answer to your teasing question though he knows you’re not truly asking for one just torturing him with that sexy morning voice. Fingers flexing on your head, massaging the scalp, a low groan vibrating through his chest, feeling the soft pressing of your lips on his shaft, accompanying with little nibbles and licks. Making his eyes roll back at the pleasure your giving him. It’s almost too much and not enough at the same time. 

Making him sit up, reaching for you trying wrap his hands under your arms and pull you against him. But you’re a little quicker, anticipating his movements and reluctantly pulling away, letting his shaft go so you’re not in arms reach. Shaking your head and crawling back up his body, making sure to pause and place a kiss to the crown of his cock, his tummy which he tries to suck in. Straddling one thigh to let him feel how wet you’ve become from just giving him pleasure. Whimpering when that thigh flexes under you, moving up to brush against your tender dripping folds. 

Shaking your head again, placing one hand on his chest to push him back into the pillows. Seeing the slight confusion in those soft chocolate eyes giving you the sweetest puppy look. That would normally have you melting in puddle of goo but not this time. Nope you had to stand your ground, “Won’t work Francisco,” leaning in to kiss him hungrily. Slipping your tongue into his mouth on a moan as he tastes himself in the warm cavern of your mouth. Tongues tangling, fingers carding through his hair to run blunt nails over his scalp. Feeling him twitch against your thigh making you smile into the kiss. Giving him two smaller kisses, “Now be a good boy and lay back for me while I show you heaven.” 

Groaning at your words, and doing as you ask, though he gives the thigh between yours one more flex, rubbing your slick folds again just to see you pause in your movements. The way you shutter around him and gasp out. He itch’s to grab you, rolling you under him or better yet tossing that other leg over his hips and thrusting home. Filling you so sweetly, so fully to make you forget about anything and anyone but him. Itching to hear you moan his name, whimper when he hits that perfect spot inside your tight cunt. That never fails to make your eyes roll back, his name a prayer on your kiss swollen lips. 

So, lost in his little fantasy that when you’ve made your way back down to his throbbing cock, he jumps at the first touch of your lips. Grunting as his hips jut off the mattress filling your mouth with his shaft. That makes Frankie curse, eyes rolling back when you suck on the crown, flicking that talented tongue over the slit and taking him back down. Placing both hands on his hips to hold him in place. Starting to fully bob up and down, tongue slithering around his shaft as little dribbles of spit slip from your lips wetting his skin. 

Forcing himself to open his eyes and look down, to watch his angel, looking so sweet and pure devouring his cock so sinfully. Mumbled words of Spanish, and English leave his lips, eyes locking with yours. He moves one hand down to brush over your hollowed cheek, downward to sweep over your neck and wrap around the back of your sulk helping you move along his shaft. Lewd moans and whimpers escape his panting lips. Only breaking eye contact when he feels the soft fabric of his robe brushing his thighs.  

What he finds nearly makes him cum right then, your soft breasts swaying, nipples peaked and begging for his attention. The soft swell of your tummy, the sight makes him whimper and press his head back against the pillows. “Hermosa please, so fucking good.” 

When you pull off, using one hand to keep pumping his cock, twisting your wrist, giving little squeezes. Slick from your mouth and his dribbled essence, the wet sounds making his head spin in need. “Please what my love? Want me to stop?” Biting your bottom lip knowing he doesn’t but also knowing what he really wants. 

“Fuck no,” low growl leaves his lips, head snapping up to stare at you. Eyes dropping to see the robe open even more your breasts spilling out making him lick his lips. Tracing an invisible path back to your desire darken eyes. Fingers giving his shaft another squeeze as they pump slower almost to a stop, though his hips have a mind of their own and thrust up into the circle of your fingers. He knows you want an answer he can’t seem to form right now with how innocent you look sitting there on your knees. Hand wrapped around his cock, all thought and blood surging to that one organ. Feeling the fading tingles up his spine, with the slacking of your movements. 

The dissipating high he wants, needs to chase, has the words tumbling from his mouth. “Want you mi amor, want that pretty mouth of yours wrapped around my cock making me cum.” His filthy words make you whimper feeling your cunt tremble and squeeze around nothing. “Please,” last word coming out on a gasp when your hand starts to pick up pace. 

Lowering yourself back between his legs, wrapping your mouth around him, starting a hard punishing pace that has his body bowing in pleasure. Hands gripping the sheets beneath you both, head pressing into the pillows show casing the thick tendons of his neck. Bolts of pleasure shooting through his veins he tries to raise up to watch but it’s all too much. Those tingles dancing up his spine, sac drawing up against his body your tongue swiftly swirling around his shaft with each bob of your head. Pressing one hand into his hip to keep you up right while the other works the part of him you can’t fit. Making sure to brush his sac each time your wrist moves down. 

Humming at the taste flooding your buds, eyes closing in bliss with each word he mutters the way your name is flows from his parted panting lips. Like a prayer to God though this kind is something He might ignore. Knowing Frankie is getting closer to his release, seeing the sweat slick his forehead and coat his chest. Picking up the subtle change in his deep voice, hands grasping at the sheets knowing it would be you he’s holding on to if he’d been inside you. The way his body is shuttering around you, the quick throbbing of that vein you trace repeatedly wanting him to fall. 

Pulling off with a lewd wet pop, “I’ve got you baby, let go for me I wanna taste you.” Moaning the words before wrapping your lips around the crown to suck harshly. Flattening your tongue on the underside while hollowing your cheeks again determined to draw his orgasm from his body. 

Smirking up at him hearing the words falling from his sinful lips. “Shit, carajo tan bueno. I’m not gonna last cariño,” hips thrusting up as the first tangy bits of his release touches your tongue. 

Humming happily while working quicker, hands and mouth working in tandem to make him lose control. Pleasure exploding behind his closed eyes, back arching off the bed as his control snaps. His essence flowing down your throat, and you take every bit you can swallowing around his sensitive shaft. Chest heaving, gasping for air to fill his lungs, body humming from his high. Another moan escaping, little twitches on your tongue as you pull off placing a sweet kiss to the crown before gently letting him go. Feeling his hands grabbing at you, pulling your up his body and crashing his mouth against yours. 

Licking the remains of his orgasm from your lips and thrusting his tongue into the cavern of your mouth to tangle and taste. Holding your body against his, one hand goes between the two of you to start undoing the sash holding the robe only partly closed. Pulling the soft terry cloth knot free and pushing it off one of your shoulders. Fingers dancing over your heated soft skin while his mouth takes control of the kiss dragging a moan from the deepest part of your being. Your own hands clutching at the sheets under you, gasping when those callused fingers tug at a nipple. Soothing the pain with gentle circles, cupping the generous globe in his palm to give a squeeze. 

Your body having a mind of its own, rocking against his, hips on either side of his waist as you lay over him. Shaking arms barely keep you up with hot desire flowing through your veins each brush and teasing touch of those skillful hands making you lose control, making you forget the position your in. Lungs burning in the best of ways making you gasp and break away. Resting your foreheads together, breathing in shared air, his hands having pulled the robe low as it’ll go with your arms pushed into the mattress. He flattens his hands on your back pressing you closer to draw his nose over your collarbone and neck. Running stubbled cheeks into the soft skin hearing you gasp that makes him smirk. Especially when he places his lips to your pulse flicking his tongue over the thumping vein drawing a whine from deep in your chest. 

His other hand coming to join the party by cupping your breast bringing the heavy globe to his lips and nibbling on your pebbled nipple. Biting down just that side of pain he knows you love and sure enough another moan leaves your lips. Lower body rocking against his needing to find the delicious friction as you clit throbs in need, cunt clinching nothing and wanting him deep inside you. 

Shrill alarm breaking the moment, making you groan in annoyance and dropping your head to his shoulder. Body shaking with need, breath escaping in small little gasps as his hands and mouth haven’t stopped working your body over. You gather enough strength to reach over and cut the offending piece of technology off tempted to toss it out the window. In favor of keeping Frankie in bed all day. 

“Frankie,” name groaned as you raise up, pulling your chest away from his mouth, making him pout. Small giggle leaving your lips at how cute he looks, “You have to get ready for work baby.” 

“Fuck work,” wrapping his arms around your back to hold you close and rolls the pair of you over so he’s hovering over you. “I rather much stay right here and take my time.” Staring into your eyes, his are smiling with those little crinkles at the corners. Reaching up to brush your fingers over the lines, he grabs your hand to bring it to his lips and kiss each finger. “If I remember rightly, I missed dessert last night,” smirking at your gasp when his a hand slip low brushing through your slick folds. “Well, I want it now.”

There’s a war going on inside you, caught between wanting those deliciously thick fingers inside you and conscious of the fact that the both of you need to get up to start the day. Once again, the opinions are taken from you as a little girl squeals in want from her room just a bit down the hall. This time it’s Frankie who groans while you giggle, pushing him from on top of you. To drop dramatically beside you, arm slung over his face. 

“Don’t worry flyboy you’ll get your dessert,” patting his chest as you lean over to steal a quick kiss before getting up. Pausing at the bed, “Unless my book boyfriend takes up my time tonight.” Giggling, you move quickly to avoid his hands grabbing for you. 

As he’s lunged up playfulness in his eyes though he tries to make them stern and annoyed, “He won’t get in my way of having my woman, hermosa.” Low teasing growl leaves his lips, feet landing on the floor as he stands to stalk towards you. Caught in his snare you take a step back feeling the cool wall against your skin having forgot to pull the robe over you. Shivering though not to from the air-conditioned cooled room, but from the feral look in those deep chocolate eyes that makes you clinch your thighs, whimpering softly. He stalks towards you, body on display for your eyes to roam and drool over wanting to take him up on that offer. A stray slice of golden light graces his form making him look like a Golden God in your eyes. That can’t seem to tear away from him, trapped but in a really good way, one that you don’t want to run from.   

Caging you in with his hands on either side of your head, Frankie leans in, breath ghosting over your ear, “Trust me sweetheart I will make you forget all about that book boyfriend. I’ll make it so you can’t walk for a week and mark every inch of this gorgeous body that belongs to me.” Moving so that your eyes are locked, one hand dropping to wrap around your waist and pull your almost naked body against his. Draping a leg over his hip as he slides that large hand over your waist and down to cup your ass. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to remember your name then make love to you as you scream mine for the neighbors to hear.” Leaning in to brush his lips over yours with a tenderness that underscores the possessive tone, “You’re mine mi Vida, and I don’t share.” 

Swallowing hard trying to gather what moisture you can as all of it seems to have headed south, dripping from your fluttering folds and pulsing clit. Hands wrapped around the back of his neck to hold on cause you’re sure the moment he lets you go you’ll melt into a puddle of sexually frustrated goo. “That’s,” licking your dry lips seeing him watch your tongue. Smirking inside at the knowledge you have the same power over him. “That’s a tall order my love you sure you’re up to the challenge?” teasingly stated while your fingers card through his curls giving a light tug. Mischief sparking in your eyes as an idea conjures up for tonight. 

“You testing me hermosa?” seeing you nod, his eyes close another low growl this one sounding more dangerous than the last. Only serving to fuel your desire for him. 

He’s such a contradiction, caught between sweet caring gentleman that holds your hand when you’re scared and opens the door for you. Kisses your forehead and makes his famous hot chocolate on those days you’re not feeling yourself. To a sexual beast who’s single desire is to make you cum as many times on his tongue, fingers and cock that he can draw out of you. Whispering the filthiest things in your ear, some as he blushes making him all the more adorably cute and sexy at the same time. Then back to the tender, humble man you fell in love with and couldn’t see yourself without. 

Thoughts interrupted by a swat to your ass, reminding you to answer, “Yes flyboy, I wanna see if you can make good on those plans.” 

“Don’t worry mi amor I’ll remind you,” leaning in to give you the sweetest, softest kiss you’ve ever had. Making your heart flutter with love. Pulling back, “Just make sure you know what you’re getting into,” carefully letting you go, making sure that your steady on your weak legs then stepping away. Giving you a soft smile before turning to head into the bathroom. 

Licking your lips, “I hate to see you go Frankie baby but I fucking love to watch you leave.” Pushing away from the wall, retying the robe to cover your body you let your eyes linger on him for a moment longer then head to Isabella who’s jumping and fussing wanting up and breakfast. 

Missing the hardy belly laugh that Frankie lets out at hearing your remark, shaking his head while starting the shower and getting ready for another day at work.  

To Part Two

[yuzukult]

i’m bad too 15 || kdy & reader

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If it’s one thing you’ve learned about yourself, it’s that you hate when Ten chews his food with his mouth open. He chomps it like a cow munching on grass, and sometimes, he even makes those weird wet sounds if the food is soft and squishy enough.

But after laying in a hospital bed for a week, unable to speak, you’re missing the ability to call your big brother ‘disgusting’ across the table, toss something in his direction, and him opening his mouth to show the contents of his dinner inside.

“Are you fucking insane? You let her go into hellfire, knowing damn well she wasn’t protected?” The voice is familiar, loud, and straining, like they’re on the verge of tears but too instilled with anger to let the sadness seep through. “I thought I said to keep her fucking safe if you wanted to work together.”

“I don’t work in the field, Ten. I don’t control what happens at the moment.”

“Yeah, but you set the commands. You give the orders. She’s fucking on her deathbed, Taeyong—“

“Don’t fucking say my name in public,” he hisses through his gritted teeth. “Listen. If it’s not her, it’s me.”

“I’d rather it be you.”

“You need me, Ten. Who is gonna do the dirty work for you? Look at those pretty fingers. You wouldn’t hurt a soul. But your sister—you know damn well she’s got potential to be more. This is just a hurl she’s jumping over. When she recovers—“

“You’ve got to be fucking insane, you think I’m gonna let her go back out there when you put her in harms way?”

Before the conversation could continue, you hear the door click shut, and the shuffling of flat shoes tapping against the cold tiles, reaching to your bedside. You can’t see, your body won’t let you fully awaken, and you can’t speak with this tube lodged in your throat. But the whiff of the cologne that comes hits your nostrils is a familiar one. It’s Doyoung.

He sighs, like he’s been troubled and you can’t even blame him. You told him not to worry, that you’d stay safe, and here you are—unable to move, unable to wake up, unable to breathe on your own, and unable to talk.

You hear his moments; the scuffing of his oversized denim jacket against the leather seat by your bed, browsing through the drawers with each push and slam until he finds what he’s looking for, and when you hear the television turn on, you could only assume it was for the remote.

“I wonder if they have Marvel movies playing,” he says, seemingly to no one in particular until you realize he’s speaking to you, in spite of the fact that you’re very much in a deep sleep. “I know they’re not your favorite, but you tolerate it. I never got to ask what kind of movies you liked. I… I guess I was being a little selfish when you gave me attention that I never considered to ask.”

You wanna tell him that you actually don’t even like movies, in fact, you prefer sitcoms in spite of your very evident opposite personality. If you could, you would tell him that you watch those superhero movies because he’s into them, that if you get to see that pretty little smile on his face, it makes you forget all your problems and… the moment is worthwhile.

Warmth reaches your fingers, and you could only assume that it’s Doyoung holding your hand. It’s a familiar feeling of home, like you’re meant to be here with him, except the current setting isn’t necessarily favored.

“Do you like Spongebob?” He asks, as if you could even respond. “Mm. Doesn’t really seem like your thing, but I feel like you’re the type to not look like you enjoy it, but you actually love it because it’s annoying.”

He’s… right. You want to laugh, genuinely laugh because Kim Doyoung is spot on with his prediction. He knows you better than he gives himself credit for, because he doesn’t change the channel and watches the TV with you.

“I bet you like sitcoms,” Doyoung mentions randomly, eyes still on the screen. “Like maybe not Modern Family, but maybe like… Parks and Rec. You don’t seem like you’d enjoy the Office too much, maybe Michael Scott is too much of a character but Andy Bernard looks like a guy you’d scare to the point he’d piss his pants, but you’d like him.” Again, you think to yourself. Because Doyoung got it right yet again.

He’s quiet for a bit, letting Spongebob play in the background and you could hear the conversation between Spongebob and Patrick. Truthfully, you don’t know what’s actually happening, but the feeling of being with Doyoung like this, hand in hand with something stupid playing on TV is your favorite.

It’s casual. No missions, no guns, no family business—just you and Doyoung.

Doyoung doesn’t say much on the day you finally wake up. With a tube wedged down your throat, it’s difficult to have a two-way conversation anyways, and seeing you like this probably breaks his heart, so any word that leaves his mouth might be with a stutter and a sob.

Spongebob plays on the television for another hour before Doyoung eventually breaks the glass of quietude, letting out a soft chuckle at something Patrick said. “Sorry,” he apologizes quickly, glancing over at you. “Wasn’t sure if you liked Spongebob.” Although you can’t speak, the soft squeeze of his hand gives away your approval, and a gentle smile tugs on his face.

There's another moment of silence, just before Doyoung lowers the volume of the TV before gathering enough courage to talk. It takes a lot to get himself to speak up against you, someone he sort of feared yet at the same time had strong feelings for.

“I know what you do,” he announces, eyes never leaving the flickering screen with cartoon characters under the deep blue sea do stupid things, unmatching to what he wants to say next. “I can’t say that I totally get it, because I don’t. I’d be lying if I said I did, but… you do those things, and I’m not a hundred percent sure what to make out of it, but I get why it was hard to confess… those things.” He runs his fingers through his greasy locks, accumulating in oils from how long he’s stayed here without going home to shower. “I kind of thought I was going to date someone really simple one day, yaknow? Settle down with a girl who has a job, sweet and kind, with the same end goal in mind. Get married, have kids… all that fun stuff.”

Your nose twitches at that. Because you’re definitely not that.

“But then I met you, which is… well,” he lets out a faint laugh, “... the complete opposite of all of that. You’re dangerous, cold, and oftentimes, I’m left hanging by a thread, confused on what we are and what I actually mean to you.”

If you could, you’d interrupt him right then and there. Tell him your sorrys, belatedly confessing your true feelings for him, let him know you’d be better for real this time, but truthfully, you’re not sure if he’ll believe you anyway.

“And I could just drop everything right now. Just get up, leave, move on. Tell you that I don’t want this anymore, that whatever you’re in, I don’t wanna be roped in and get involved in your baggage.” It’s like you could hear the cracking of your heart as it falls into the depths of your stomach because your chest feels empty when he says that. The worst part is when you can’t defend yourself, tell him that it’s not like that, but in the end, Doyoung does it for you.

“Yet, I’m still here, right? Because I don’t get you, I don’t get whatever it is you got yourself caught up in, but… after knowing, it oddly makes me… trust you more. So, I’ll stay.”

“Fuck,” Ten curses underneath his breath, getting slightly frustrated with the wheelchair being caught on the steps of your home again. “Fucking shit, nothing here is disability accessible.”

It’s still hard to talk, but a weak laugh escapes from your lips.

“Don’t laugh, you’re the one in the wheelchair not doing shit.”

When he gets you through the front door, and into the hallway, you can’t help but stare at Ten curiously. He furrows his brows at this, hands at his hips with a gesture of his chin. “What’s in your head?”

“Uh,” it’s straining to speak, but if not now, it’s never. “I overheard a conversation when I was asleep. I-I don’t know if it was a dream or… I don’t know. But I heard you talking to someone, uh, someone particularly… with a reputation.”

His body goes rigid.

“Right,” you state, feeling more confident that the discussion was definitely not a dream. “So this entire time, you’ve been working with the organization?” Ten only sucks his cheeks, unable to formulate a proper rebuttal, so you take advantage of this. “This whole time, you let them constantly probe and ask me to be part of them—”

“I told him not to—”

“Well, he’s been asking, Ten, and he hasn’t stopped. I got contracted to be part of them temporarily, not permanently. This was supposed to be a one and done deal, you realize that, right?”

He scoffs. “You think that anything you do with Lee Taeyong could just be easily brushed under the rug? Hell no, you have to be insanely rich to pay off that guy. He thinks you’re talented, you know? What do you think this is?”

“I could just get up and leave—” “In your fucking dreams, kid,” Ten lets out a chuckle of disbelief, shaking his head. “I agreed to work with him before I knew that you were already contracted with him. There’s shady people in the business. There’s so many messed-up dudes who would bend the laws to get what they want. I don’t want that, but I have to protect myself.”

“But—”

“Wanna hear something, kid? Taeyong doesn’t think this accident,” Ten gestures to your wounds, heart tightening at the sight of you in pain. “... this accident, is just… it. He calls this an obstacle. He thinks this is just a bump in your progress, something you need to overcome before you hop back into the field and start training all over again. He’s not gonna let this go, doesn’t matter if I’m his client. Fuck, kid, he has a shit ton of clients.”

Uneasily, you grip onto the wheels of your seat. “Then what do you want me to do?”

“It’s your loss, kid. Either kill Taeyong and take his seat or you gotta work for him.”

[wiypt-writes]

Riding High

Ch2: Hey Sailor

Chapter Summary: Mary is excited for her first riding lesson, and it seems that she’s not the only one…

Chapter Warnings: Bad Language words.

Chapter Pairings:  Frank Adler x OFC Fliss Gallagher

A/N: Again, as you will all know I’m a Brit so apologies if too much British horsey lingo slips into this…ASK away if you don’t understand. Tagging all my SSB/CSI readers…if you want in or off the list PLEASE just tell me. This chapter is a bit of a filler, things start getting a bit more interesting in the next one, and then we’ll be diving into the Gifted story line in Chapter 4.

Thanks to my beta reader/sounding board @icanfeelastormbrewing​ for her input and her modes of transport kink...

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Fliss Gallagher and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Riding High Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Chapter 1

“Mary…” Frank sighed. “Take the boots off and get in bed.” “You told me that Miss Gallagher said I needed to wear them.” she looked at him.

“Yeah, but you can’t wear them in bed…”

Mary flopped onto the side of her bed and reached down to unzip the boots before she kicked them off and Frank picked them up and placed them out of the way. Mary shuffled down under her covers and lay her head back on the pillow and, once she was settled, Frank gently smoothed her blonde hair back off her face and smiled at her. Times like this she really did remind him of Diane.

“Frank?”

“Yeah?” “Can I read for a little while?” she asked.

Frank rolled his eyes “Mary…”

“Please!”

“Fine, fifteen minutes tops. And I’ll be in to turn the light off, ok?” With a grin she sat up and reached for her latest book- Moby Dick, and he dropped a kiss to her head and left her to it. He made his way into the kitchen, cleared the dishes and then grabbed a beer his attention turning to the table which was had clear, the other half scattered with the parts from one of the engines he had been working on. He knew he really shouldn’t bring this home with him but sometimes it was just easier.

His phone buzzed and he reached for it, glancing down at the unknown number.

“Hi Mr Adler, just a courtesy message to remind you of Mary’s lesson tomorrow at One. If you can’t make it please let me know ASAP so I can offer the slot to someone else. Otherwise see you then. Regards, Fliss.” Frank smiled, like he would have chance to forget. Mary had talked of nothing else since Saturday. His fingers hovered over the reply button, before he dropped the phone back down. He didn’t need to reply…did he? I mean…

Oh fuck it. What was a bit of harmless flirting? He picked the phone back up and tapped in a quick response.

“Like I’d have chance to forget. She’s been like a broken record since Wednesday. I had to pry her

boots off tonight as she was threatening to wear them in bed.” Setting the phone down he headed back through to check on Mary, her 15 minutes was over. He found her fast asleep, book clutched to her chest. Gently taking it from her, he slipped the bookmark into the page and turned off the lights, making sure she was tucked in. When he moved back into the main part of the trailer he had a reply.

“Brilliant! That’s what I like to hear. Get used to it, you’re going to hear about nothing but horses now for the rest of your life.” “Great, I can’t wait…” he set his Nokia down, not really having a smarter response to that, so he gathered a few pieces of the engine, setting to work. About five minutes passed and his phone went again.

“You know I offer starter lessons for adults too, maybe you should try it, see if you understand what the fuss is all about.” “No thanks, my feet stay firmly on the ground. Unless I’m on a boat.” “A boat? I didn’t have you pegged as a sailor?” At that Frank let out a bark of a laugh.

“I’m not, not really. I fix them. And besides, you don’t sail speedboats.” “What do you do then?”

“You drive them.”

“Do you drive them on water?” “Dur.” “That’s called Sailing.”

His work abandoned, he took a pull from his beer bottle and shook his head, smile tugging at his lips as he replied.

“But they don’t have sails…” “It’s a boat. It goes on water. It’s called Sailing.” “Alright, I bow to your superior knowledge…” “Glad we agree…even if I do detect a serious underlying tone of sarcasm in your message. See you tomorrow Sailor.” He laughed again, shaking his head. He tapped in a goodnight and placed the phone down, turning his attention to his work.

***** “What are you grinning about?” Bill Gallagher looked at his daughter as they walked across the field, Thor and his own dog, Rupert, hurtling ahead in front of them, their flashing collars keeping them located in the twilight.

“Oh, nothing, just winding someone up.” she smiled “One of the dad’s from tomorrow’s lesson, trying to convince me you drive, not sail, a speedboat.” “Hmmm…well they don’t have sails.” Bill mused.

“Whatever, they go on water, they sail.” Fliss shrugged, slipping her phone back into her pocket as Frank’s ‘Goodnight’ rounded off their conversation.

“So, who is he then?” Bill asked.

“Oh, his name’s Frank.” Fliss replied, nonchalantly, but her dad didn’t miss the flicker of a smile that hit her mouth.

“Is he the one that your mum said was eyeing you up in the bar?” “He was not eyeing me up.” Fliss groaned “He was just being friendly.” “Sure he was.” “Dad.” she warned him, nudging him with her elbow.

“What?” “You know what!” she laughed “Stop it.” “Alright.” he smiled, holding his hands up “I yield, it’s just nice to see you happy, that’s all.” “Well, I am.” she said after a moment, and she meant it “The last six months the riding school has taken off, I’m feeling more, well, myself than I have in years. Just need to find an apartment now.” “Well, on that.” Bill looked at her. “Me and your mum have been thinking. We thought, maybe, you might want to move into the annex. We can do it up, gives you your own space…”

Fliss paused walking and turned to her dad. “That’s where Steeby stays though, when he comes out with Sian and the kids.” “There’s plenty of room in the house.” Bill shrugged “And they come like what, four times a year? It’s stood empty the rest of the time.” Fliss bit her lip.

“It’s just an idea and your brother won’t mind. Look, I know it’s probably not what you had in mind, living in your parent’s annex but for the time being until the Yard starts to turn over more of a profit we just thought it might give you a little bit more freedom.” “Whilst still staying close.”

“I want to keep you safe Titch.” Bill shrugged “I didn’t do that before but,” “Dad don’t.” Fliss shook her head “None of that, it wasn’t your fault. I hid from everyone what was happening…you didn’t know.”

“I should have.” he sighed “You’re my daughter.” “He had everyone fooled, including me. This is no one’s fault but his, I get that now.” Bill smiled and pulled her into a hug. “I know.”

“We should head back.” Fliss smiled, pulling away. “Mum will be wondering where we are.”

“You have anything to finish off?” he asked

“Nope, everything is out for the night and looks reasonably settled.” she squinted at the various horses dotted across her land.

“Hmmm, unlike this fencing.” Bill frowned, examining the broken bit of post and rail that Fliss had patched up with electric tape “This could do with replacing, love.” “Yeah, I know.” she shrugged “I was going to mention it but forgot. The temporary fix has worked for the time being.” “I’ll stop by and do it tomorrow.” he nodded, “Won’t take me long. I’ll level that top field as well whilst I’m at it if you want.” “Thanks Dad” she smiled. In comfortable silence they made their way back towards the main part of the yard. *******

Fliss grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge in her office and took a long drink. The heat was pretty intense today, and she was just wondering if really holding Mary’s lesson as advisable when she realised it wasn’t like they’d be doing anything too strenuous. She adjusted her baseball cap and walked back onto the yard, shouting instructions to the three members of staff to go and take a water break. Just as they were passing her towards the office, she saw Frank and Mary walking onto the yard. Mary was sporting a new riding hat and Fliss couldn’t help but smile.

“Well check you out!” she said, tapping the little girl on the head “Nice hat.” “I liked the silver on it!” Mary grinned, pointing to the sparkly strip that ran along the front.

“Me too.” Fliss nodded. “I have the same hat but mine has blue sparkles.” she straightened up and looked at Frank. “Hey Sailor.” He gave a snort of a laugh “I told you, you don’t sail speedboats.” “They go on water.” Mary said, “Its’ sailing.” “Ha, see!” Fliss laughed

Frank sighed “Whatever.” The corners of his mouth turned up and he handed Fliss the forms he had brought back.

“Oh great…” she thanked him “I’ll just file these and then Ruby will get Monty ready. I thought you might like to help her.” Mary nodded eagerly. Fliss excused herself and Frank heard her shouting something and a moment later a tall, wirey Hispanic girl emerged from the office with a saddle. Fliss followed, bridle slung over her shoulder and gestured for Mary to follow. Frank watched as the girl skipped off following and headed after her at a slower pace, rubbing at his neck which felt like it was burning. He’d slathered Mary in sunscreen before but of course had forgotten his own.

He stepped into the relative cool of the barn and watched as the stable hand was explaining to Mary what each piece of tack was as she began to place it onto the pony. He knew Mary would be taking all of this in, just like she did with everything, and Roberta would be hearing all about it later on.

Fliss handed over the bridle and stepped back, heading towards Frank. “I normally do have the ponies ready” she said, almost apologetically “But I thought she’d enjoy this bit.” “You thought right.” Frank laughed “I was just thinking to myself she’ll be chewing our neighbour’s ear off later.”

Fliss smiled and they both stood in silence watching until the other girl said they were ready.

“Alright, let’s go!” Fliss grinned and they walked out into the yard. She took the pony from her staff member with a thanks, and walked with Mary following into the riding paddock. Frank leaned on the fencing outside as Fliss led Mary and Monty over to the wooden mounting block at the side.

“Ok, so…” she turned to Mary and patted the top step “Climb up here…” Mary hopped up.

“Left foot in this stirrup,” she instructed. Mary placed her foot in. “Left hand here,” she guided it to the front of the saddle, “and then I want you to swing your right leg over.” Mary did as she was told, sitting down on the saddle.

“Good stuff kiddo!” Fliss smiled as she checked the stirrups “Ok, so we need to put these up a hole so…”

She busied herself shortening the stirrup leathers, and eventually when she was happy she nodded.

“So, what we’re gonna do for today is a bit of walking around, and stopping, and then if you’re happy with your balance we can try a bit of trot ok?” Mary grinned.

“Right…so take your reins…” Fliss showed her how to hold the reins correctly, and then she slipped the lunge line through the ponies bit and looked at the girl. “If you feel wobbly or anything you grab this…” she said, gesturing to the leather strap around the pony’s neck. “And shout to me ok?”

Mary nodded.

Fliss began to walk besides the pony who followed her like a dog. Mary all the time concentrating on what she was doing. Fliss explained to her how her legs made the animal go, and how to make it stop, and they practiced that for five minutes before Fliss moved slightly further away to let Mary take a bit of control, instructing her to go, then stop, go, then stop…

Frank watched intently. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t slightly nervous about Mary falling off but he knew that he had to let her discover all this for herself. He leaned further over on the fence, watching and couldn’t help but smile at the look on Mary’s face, she was concentrating so hard her brow was furrowed, tongue poking out from the side of her mouth.

“Your kid?” a deep voice with a similar accent to Fliss said and he turned to his right to see a tall, stocky guy in his sixties, maybe, dressed in a white T-shirt and jeans looking at him.

“Neice.” he nodded, “First lesson.” “Ahh...” the man chuckled “Yeah I remember Fliss’ first lesson. I crapped myself.” Frank let out a laugh “Yeah, I’m a little nervous.” “Bill Gallagher” The man stuck his hand out “Fliss’ dad.” “Nice to meet you, I’m Frank.” Bill looked at him, nodding before his attention turned to the paddock “Hey, Titch, sorry to interrupt…” Fliss stopped the pony and turned to her dad “Hey.” “Fencing is done but I can’t get that bloody tractor started, so the field’s gonna have to wait.” “I can look at it.” Frank offered immediately “I mean, if you want.” Bill turned to him, “You a mechanic?” “No he’s a sailor.” Fliss shot back and Frank rolled his eyes.

“I fix boats. Engines, that type of thing.” “Huh.” Bill nodded appraisingly. “Well if you wouldn’t mind…” “Not a problem. Mary you okay here if I go for a minute?” Mary looked at him “Dur.” Bill let out a chuckle as Frank turned to him “Tell me raising them gets easier.” “Oh no mate.” Bill shook his head, grinning “You just get different shit to deal with.” Frank followed the man round to the back of the barn and spotted a dark green baby tractor. Bill explained what it was doing and Frank crouched closer to have a look before he headed to his truck for the jump leads.

After ten minutes or so he’d found the problem. They could start it, but it wasn’t holding any charge. Meaning when the turned the engine off it needed jump starting again.

“I’m pretty sure it’s the alternator.” he chewed his lip, stepping back “I’ll need to strip it down to see whether I can repair it or if it needs a new one but we can get it started again you can do what you need to do for today.”

Bill nodded “So not quite ready for the scrap heap?” “Not quite.” Frank smiled, wiping his hands on his jeans “Just needs a bit of a fiddle with.” “Don’t we all?” Bill quipped, making Frank laugh. They jump started it again and Bill thanked him before hopping on and heading over to the gate that led to the field.

By the time Frank returned, he was surprised to see that Mary was now riding the pony almost unaided in a circle around Fliss who was holding the end of the line attached to the Monty’s bridle as it trotted around. Mary was gripping the strap round the pony’s neck and trying to rise in time to the trot. It was clumsy and she was a little bit out of balance but that didn’t matter. He could hear Fliss shouting gentle encouragement to her, counting out the rhythm and eventually Mary fell in time with her counts.

“Good!” Fliss beamed “see, I told you you’d get it…” This continued for another 5 minutes or so before Fliss told Mary to slow Monty down to a walk and give him a good pat. They walked the pony around for a while, to give him chance to cool down a little before Fliss walked towards Mary gathering up the line as she went.

“That was awesome for a first go!” she said, smiling “Did you enjoy it?”

Mary nodded “Yeah, it was really cool!”

“Good!” Fliss said. “Now I’m gonna unclip the line and walk around for a bit. He’ll follow me but when I stop I want you to stop him yeah?”

Mary nodded eagerly and she unclipped the line and began to walk. Fliss knew Monty would stop when she did but she wanted to let Mary have a go anyway. They did a lap of the paddock and on the second she stopped by Frank.

“Look, Frank!” Mary smiled “I’m not on the line.” “Yeah, I see!” he smiled at her “Good job!”

“How’s my tractor?” Fliss asked.

“Think it’s the alternator. We got it started for your dad but I’ll need to strip it down properly…I can come back tomorrow and sort it properly if you want?” “Oh, I don’t wanna put you out.” Fliss started to protest but Frank shook his head

“It’s no bother, honestly.” he ran his hand through his hair. “I can’t promise I can fix it but I’ll be able to see if I can or if you need a new one.” Fliss looked at him and then nodded “Alright, but in that case today is free.” “No, that’s not why I offered.” Frank began to protest but Fliss shook her head

“I know.” she smiled that damned gorgeous smile again, and Frank felt his stomach flip. “But I’d like to.” Frank looked at her for a moment, her brown eyes locked onto his and he swallowed, nodding. “Ok, thanks.” “Wait am I coming back tomorrow?” Mary asked

“I’m booked up, sorry sweetie.” Fliss looked at her “But you’re welcome to come anyway, that is if Frank says its okay. You can always give Monty a groom.” “We’ll see. “Frank looked at Mary.

“I can put her to work.” Fliss said, grinning “Nothing like a bit of child labour.” “That’s illegal.” Mary said.

“I won’t tell if you don’t.” Fliss looked at her and Frank gave a chuckle.

They made their way out of the paddock and Fliss showed Mary how to swing her leg back round the saddle and slide down. She landed on her feet and took the reins from Fliss’ hand, leading the pony back to his stable. She helped untack and then Fliss handed her the bridle to carry. They walked into the office and Fliss tapped a code into the door to the left and led them into a tidy tack room, rows of saddles and racks adorned the wall along with bridle pegs and a few shelves full of rugs and blankets for the horses. Fliss slipped the saddle onto a spare rack and then directed Mary to Monty’s bridle peg. Frank took the bridle from her as the peg was a little high and hooked it over.

“Now, you need a drink.” Fliss looked at Mary “I got water or some apple juice.”

 “Apple please.”  Mary said. Fliss nodded and headed back into the office, giving her a juice box from the fridge “Frank?”

“Oh, errr, water would be great thanks.” She handed him a bottle and he screwed off the tap.

“So, do you want to book in again now or do it tomorrow?” Fliss looked at him. “I think she’ll cope on the group lesson fine.” “So when do they run?”  Frank asked, swallowing his water.

“Saturday afternoons at two.” Fliss said. “Or Wednesday at six.” “Can we come Saturday?” Mary asked.

Frank hesitated “I did say you couldn’t do this every week.” “Yeah but you didn’t pay for today.” Mary shot back.

Jesus Christ

He glanced up at Fliss who was biting her lip, trying not to laugh.

“Fine, you can come this Saturday but then that’s it, we go to every other week like we agreed, okay?” Mary nodded.

“Settled, I’ll book you in.” Fliss grinned. “If you get here about quarter to I’ll introduce you to the other girls before you join.” Mary frowned a little, before she recovered and nodded. “Okay.” “So do you like work here every day?” Frank asked and Fliss nodded

“Mostly. If I want a day off then I get Joanne to cover the lessons and the girls can open and close up.” she said “But it’s few and far between. Like I said, still in the early days so…”

Frank nodded “Yeah I know what it’s like, trying to get yourself established.” “I take it you’re a self-employed sailor then?” Fliss smiled and he gave a grin back and nodded.

“He takes me for rides.” Mary said “In the boats sometimes.” “That’s really cool. I’ve never been on speedboat.” Fliss mused.

“You should come with us one day, right Frank?”

Frank hesitated a little, surprised to find that he wasn’t filled with dread at the idea of her joining them.

“I’m sure Fliss has enough to be doing without you demanding more of her time.” he shot the girl a look, his tone even.

“Yeah, I’m very busy.” Fliss smiled, offering him a way out. He shot her a thankful look.

“We can do it when you’re free…” “Mary!” Frank’s tone was exasperated as Fliss laughed.

“Maybe one day.” she said, nodding.

This placated the girl somewhat and she bounced off towards the truck.

“Sorry.” Frank turned to Fliss “She can be a little bit…” “Tenacious?” “I was gonna say a pain in the ass.” Frank shrugged, causing Fliss to laugh, her soft chuckles made him feel a little warm, or maybe it was the afternoon heat…

“She’s a good kid.” Fliss said gently.

Frank smiled and then jerked his head in the direction of the car park “I better…” “Sure.”

“I’ll drop you a message about tomorrow?” Fliss nodded “Yeah, but don’t put yourself out.” “Well I owe you now for the lesson so…” he shrugged “I’ll see you tomorrow.” “Yeah, guess you will.” Fliss smiled. There was a pause again and Frank nodded, before he turned and headed after Mary. He turned to look over his shoulder at Fliss who was now walking back towards her office before he wandered onto the car park to find Mary was now chewing Bill’s ear off.

“For the love of God.” he mumbled as he drew nearer to find her mid discussion with the man about the Olympics.

“Did you go?” she was asking.

“You bet!” Bill smiled “I’ll tell you something else as well…” “What?” “Those fences are even bigger in real life than they look on the photos.” “It said on the internet she jumped One meter forty!”

“The internet?” Bill asked.

“Yeah, we googled her.” Frank groaned “Mary.” “What?” she looked at him. “I was just saying…” “Well don’t.” He said, “Truck, now…”

“It was nice to meet you Mary.” Bill smiled as the little girl bid him goodbye.

“Sorry.” Frank apologised to him.

“Don’t be silly.” Bill waved his apology off. “She wasn’t doing any harm.”

“I meant about the google thing.” Frank sighed. “We weren’t prying, she was just curious after seeing the medal and…” Bill shook his head “Kids are nosey.” he shrugged.

With another nod he climbed in the truck and turned to Mary with a sigh “What did I say to you about not telling Miss Gallagher we googled her?” “I didn’t.” Mary said “I told her dad.”

There was a pause as Frank contemplated what she had said, and realised technically she was right. He should have closed that particular loop hole. “Smart ass.” He grumbled back, before he clipped in her belt and they left.

***** Fliss was surprised to see Mary wasn’t with Frank the next day. Frank explained he had come straight from the boat yard so she was busy doing some lesson work with their neighbour. “Gives me chance to work without her continually running around causing a nuisance.” he had explained, setting his tools down by the tractor.

Fliss chuckled, “Ok, well, I got another client due in a second so just give me a shout if you need anything.” He nodded. It didn’t take him long to realise he had been right. It was the alternator. He took the engine apart and was leaning over it on the flat bed of his truck when he heard footsteps behind him. He turned to look at Fliss.

“It is the alternator, but it looks like it’s the brushes inside.” he said, “I can fix this.” She nodded, the movement almost imperceptible, and he frowned at the look on her face. She’d glazed over in front of him, eyes were widened, almost like she was stuck in a memory.

And she was. Something about the fact he’d been leaning over the back of a truck, his grubby t-shirt riding up slightly, dirt on his hands and arms had stirred a really inappropriate thought in her head…which in turn had triggered another flashback.

“He was fixing the car.” Fliss looked at John “I offered him a drink, that’s all…” “He was in our kitchen.” John advanced “I saw you looking at him. Admiring him…” “I wasn’t…”

“Don’t LIE TO ME!” John’s voice as loud and then there was a stinging slap to the side of her face, which sent her reeling. As she recovered, the ringing in her ear still loud from the blow, she gently reached up to her cheek, tears stinging her eyes. John’s face was immediately apologetic, and he reached out for her, causing her to shrink back against the counter.

“You hit me.” she gasped.

“Sugar, I’m so sorry.” John stuttered, his eyes filing with tears “I didn’t, you just made me so jealous…I…” He held his arms out and pulled her to him, his hands on her back as he dropped a kiss to her head “I will never do that again, I’m sorry…” “Fliss?”

She started slightly and looked at Frank. “Yeah, sorry, I was…” “Miles away?” he frowned.

“Something like that.” she nodded, shaking her head “Sorry, you said you could fix it?”

“Yeah.” he said “I can take it with me and then I can bring it back Saturday unless you need it before that?”

“No, Saturday’s fine.” she said gently.

“Look, I don’t mean to pry but are you sure you’re ok?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m good.” she spoke quickly. “Look, I gotta get on and…” “Sure.” he nodded, “I should be going anyway…” She smiled at him, and turned and headed back to the yard.

****

“You clearly triggered something.” Roberta said to Frank wisely as they both sat in his living room later that evening. He’d just finished telling her about the afternoon. “Some kind of memory.”

Frank hmmed his response. “Question is why are you so bothered?” Roberta asked.

“I’m not, I just, well it wasn’t nice to see. She looked so scared.” “Well you said her husband was sent down for assaulting her.” Roberta shrugged “She’s clearly had a lot of trauma. Maybe she just needs a friend.” “Yeah, maybe.”

“Could be good for both of you.” “I know what you’re doing.” Frank looked at her sternly

“I’m not trying to do anything!” Roberta chuckled

“Course you’re not.” he rolled his eyes before he changed the subject.

It wasn’t until he was alone later, that he pulled his phone out to text Fliss. He’d typed out his message, just a perfectly innocent one to check she was okay before he deleted it, shaking his head.

Whatever it was, it really was none of his business. He had enough of his own past demons to live with as it was.

But the more he lay there the more it wound him up. And he couldn’t get the thought of her out of his head.

“Fucks sake,” he grumbled, before he retyped the message and sent it.

**** Fliss was curled up on the sofa watching TV. Her parents were out for the evening so she was making the most of enjoying the space. Her phone went and she leaned over to grab it from the coffee table, unable to stop smiling as she saw who it was from.

“Hey, just wanted to check you were ok after before. I hope I didn’t do anything or say anything that upset or scared you.” The last line made her heart sink. He clearly knew about her past. Her dad had mentioned something about them googling her, and the case had been fairly big news amongst the equestrian circuit so she knew that the story was out there to read. Well, most of it was anyway. She rubbed at her eyes, thinking of how to respond. She hated that even after almost a year of him being out of her life John was till effectively a shadow she couldn’t seem to emerge from.

“It’s not your fault. I get flashbacks sometimes, nothing I can’t handle.”

“Well the past has a way of doing that. Trust me, I know.”

Fliss smiled gently as she tapped out her response. “Yeah, what is it Rafiki says on the Lion King? You can either run from your past or learn from it?”

Little over thirty seconds later he responded.

“Sound advice from a cartoon monkey…not always that easy in real life. If you ever want a non-judgmental ear to talk to, I’m a pretty good listener if you fancy a beer and a chat. Just as friends.” There was just something about this man, something that Fliss couldn’t help but warm to. She wasn’t stupid, the girls at the yard had told her a bit about him, his reputation amongst the ladies…he was a bit of a player from all accounts, but there was something there, something buried deeper, she could just tell. And what’s more, for the first time in years, she felt like she could trust another person other than her family.

It was for that reason she found it so easy to almost, sort of, maybe, possibly accept his invitation.

“I might just hold you to that Sailor.”

**** Chapter 3

[pennyserenade]

CHAPTER ONE : act one : damn your love  tags : female, nameless oc x javier peña rating : e ( explicit ) warnings : smut, language tags: angst, fluff. word count : 1.5k+ notes : hello ! thank you for taking time to read this ! this is the very first thing i’ve written in a hot minute, so do keep that in mind while reading this. i don’t know what this is gonna flesh out to be, but i think it’s gonna be a series! if you’d like to be tagged in the next installment, shoot me a message !

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God, he was everything she did not need right now. He was complex, messy, and connected to a dangerous job that put her at risk just as much as it did him these days. Javi always was dancing with death no matter how much he protested he wasn’t, too, and his history with this place ran deeper than just his occupation; Javier Peña knew nearly every brothel, every stripper, every prostitute—hell, maybe even every waitress in Colombia as far as she knew. He was too much, not something she wanted to fill her time because he brought so much uncertainty, but when he kissed her like this—rough and determined—she could not deny him. Never had been able to, not since that night she had met him in that dingy little bar in Bogotá.  

Javi places his hand on her leg, beginning to calculate his movements. His brown eyes watch her features with priority as his fingers dance lightly on the inside of her thigh. She stares back at him, her own brown orbs pleading with him—though she’s not sure what battle she’s asking him to release her from. Her head tips back as his fingers dip beneath her dress, and she widens her legs, permitting him the access he’d hoped she would.

“Don’t—“ she gasps as his fingers slide into her underwear. Eyes train onto his, and she begins again, “Don’t come back here again after Javi. I mean it.”

His fingers, at once eager to begin pleasing her, stop. “Say you don’t mean it, baby.”

She remains silent. This is a game to him, something he thinks he’s going to win because she’s let him every other night.

“No,” she responds. She tugs at his wrist, taking his hand away from her underwear. He looks at her, shocked (and perhaps a little wounded, too, but she can’t tell for sure).

“Are you mad at me?”

“Javi.”

Javier reaches for her cigarettes on the coffee table, stealing one for himself as he leans back into the couch. “I’m sorry I keep coming back but I—“ He lets out a billow of smoke from the side of his mouth. “—fuck, I don’t know, sometimes I miss you when I’m gone too long.”

She reaches forward, taking the lightened cigarette from his mouth. Taking a drag from it, she tries to register the impact of those words. He hadn’t ever been so brave as to mutter words of affection at her before. They’d taken this too far already, it seems.

“You miss sex with me. You can’t miss me because you hardly even know me, Javi.”

“Don’t be so unkind, baby.” He scoffs, taking the cigarette back from her. “It doesn’t suit you, pretending like you don’t care.”

“I’m not pretending I don’t care, I’m just telling you I can’t afford to anymore.”

He shakes his head. Silence falls over them, uncomfortable and tense, and she lets it, hoping one of them will tell the other that this was it, they’d part ways now, but neither of them does. They just sit, staring blankly at the flickering tv set in front of them. Javi finishes the cigarette.

He moves towards her again after he’s stamped the cigarette out, lips pressing onto her neck gently. When he notices that she doesn’t protest, he repositions himself on the couch, letting his body face towards her. His hand gropes her though the fabric of her dress and she moans delightfully against his lips as they fall onto hers.

She’s not letting him win this one, this is hers just as much as his, this is just pleasure—whatever she has to say to get her through the fucking night for this one, she will.

She allows him to direct her body to lay down on the couch, and continues to kiss her, hard and passionate, as his fingers travel between their bodies. She gasps into his lips and he lets out a soft chuckle as he undoes his belt. She feels the cold buckle hit her thigh and she wraps her legs around his waist, urging him to not tease.

“Tranquilo.” He speaks. Rough digits run down her curves and she presses her pelvis upwards, rolling her hips into his in a way that makes him unravel the way he’s begun to make her to. “Forget spanish, huh?”

Javi presses a few more kisses against her exposed chest before pulling back. Before he works to undo his own jeans, he allows his eyes to take her in. The room barely holds any real light, aside from the soft flicker of the television and the dim light of a lamp in the corner of the room, but it illuminates every part of her that he adores. She’s beautiful, ravishingly, and he can’t stop thinking about her, no matter how much they would both benefit from that.

“Javier, please.” She lifts herself up by her elbows, a scowl on her face. She wasn’t ever this impatient, but something in her feared that if she thought too much about sleeping with him this time she wouldn’t.

He lets her begin taking off his jeans, laughing at her urgency before she brings his hardened member to her lips unexpectedly. He twitches because of the sudden sensation of her flesh against his like this, and a soft moan falls from his lips as his hands work to pull her hair back from her face. His eyes peer down at her and he swears that if she flutters her eyelashes up at him, it’ll be the end of this encounter.

“Let me take off my pants, baby,” he manages to say, despite that his entire body wants nothing more for her to continue. She releases him from her mouth and wipes the slickness she’s created from her lips.

He begins to perform at her pace, taking his pants off with urgency and pushing her to lay flat on her back. His hands lift the skirt of her dress and his fingers tug her underwear. When she lifts her hips to assist him in taking the garment off, his mouth finds her clit and she gasps as he had when she put her mouth on him. One hand focuses on keeping her hips down as he licks at her core and the other finishes taking off her underwear.

His eyes lift to meet hers, but he’s delighted to find not her gaze, but a portrait of pure ecstasy before him; her head is thrown back and her lips part slightly, soft moans escaping. A red tint has begun to form on her cheeks and he can’t help but think about how wrong she is about him not knowing her. He knows this, knows the curves of her body, the way she likes him to press his tongue against her, knows that red tint means he’s on the edge of bringing her to orgasm. He continues to suck her clit with intent, watching her features in the soft light for guidance, and he feels the heavy blanket of his own lust hit him as she writhes beneath him. When she says his name—Javier—sweet and sharp and meaningful, it takes everything in him not to stop and tell her he loves her.

When he knows she’s overstimulated from the pressure of his tongue (another thing he just knows now), he rises from his position between her legs and he wipes her off of him. His cock is hard and throbbing between his legs and he is quick to fill the spot again, hovering over her. She puts her legs around him again and he squeezes her thighs gently so she’ll release him.

“I’ve gotta get a condom,” he reminds and she nods, letting him go. He shuffles to his discard jeans and pulls one out. An expert at this, he’s quick to take it out of the package and wrap it around his member, returning in between her legs as if he’d never left. He lifts them back around his waist like they were before and he leans in to kiss her as he positions himself before her entrance. To his surprise, she uses the position to her advantage and she wraps an arm around his neck for leverage while she pushes him into her. He cannot help the moan that escapes him when she does this.

“Fuck, baby,” he whispers, fingers digging into her hips. He’s yet to move inside of her, focusing on not cumming just yet. She feels so good and she looks so good, and God he doesn’t ever want this to end.

“Move inside of me,” she tries to instruct, but it comes out as more of a plea. He’s happy to comply after a bit though, sliding out of her tantalizing slow and returning with a speed that makes her gasp. He begins to find a steady pace, soft moans escaping his lips as he focuses on her.

“You feel so good,” he tells her. His fingers reach up to squeeze her breast, and he’s angry with himself for not taking off her dress. He loves how she looks now, but he wants to see all of her. He didn’t want this to be the last time. It couldn’t be.

“Marry me.”

Eyes, which have been watching him thrust in and out of her, rise to meet his. He leans down again and presses a kiss onto her lips, though this one is more gentle. His hips continue to thrust forward, uncaring of the intensity of the words that just had split from his mouth—and perhaps even encouraged by them. “I want you, baby. I want you, I want you, I want you.”

She says nothing, but lifts her hips to match his thrusts. It’s not long before he ejaculates inside of her and his tired body leans into hers after he rides out his high. She lets him, smoothing back his hair.

His chest rises and falls quickly for a bit, before tapering off to normality, and when he catches his breath, he looks up at her.

“Are you gonna do it?”

“What?” she asks.

“Marry me?”

“Javier, maybe you should get out of me before we talk about that. I don’t think you—“

“I do know,” he responds, pulling himself out of her, though not taking his body away from hers. “I know exactly what I said and what it means and it’s what I want.”

She sighs. This wasn’t fair of him. She didn’t want him, she didn’t want this, but she very much did. Her body, her soul—every part of her that didn’t listen to reason wanted him in her bed forever.

“Are you even allowed in Catholic churches?” she smiles at him.

“Are you?” he teases back.

She shakes her head. “Probably not.”

“Well.” He shrugs. He won’t say, won’t try to push it out of her, but his eyes beg with her to give him an answer.

She smiles. “I’ll marry you.”

She will too, even though he’s dangerous. Even though he’s complex. Even though her mind tells her not to because it's not going to end good.

She will because there’s no other place in the world she wants to be than right here, pressed against him like this.

[scarlet-star-witch]

I love these short scenes you’ve been giving us!! My request is right when Iella fell for Din, but there’s no way she told him for a while... poor din was crazy about her but she was holding out

Thank you so much for your request! I hope I did it justice! xx

Pairing: Din x Iella (Female OC)

Word count: 1234

Fade Into You Masterlist

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Iella was terrified to fall for her Mandalorian companion. 

He was her saviour, her guiding light in the strange new world she found herself in. She didn’t want to ruin the friendship they had created with her petty crush.

He was intimidating and gruff but also kind and gentle. How could she not fall for him?

She could remember the little moments that made her realize she was doomed to fall in love with him. It started only a few weeks into her time at the covert and the two of them were working on fighting techniques. 

She had just successfully knocked him off his feet and with a bashful blush on her cheeks and a barely constrained triumphant grin she called out to him wearily.

Din was getting back to his feet, a smile growing beneath his helmet. 

“That was good.” He told her and she sighed in relief. “Stop stressing, El. You’re getting better everyday.”

Iella stood frozen in her spot, her wide eyes now staring blankly at her friend as a small smile began to grow. Her stomach flipped wildly, her heart beginning to beat faster. 

“What did you say?” She asked and Din went rigid, his helmet snapping over to meet her gaze. 

“What?”

“You called me El.” 

Din opened his mouth to refuse the use of the nickname, but he stopped. There was no denying that he let it slip and he could feel his face burning with an intense blush. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“Don’t be. I liked it.” She interrupted. “No one’s ever given me a nickname before.” She admitted quietly, feeling more special than she ever thought something as simple as a nickname from someone she admired could make her feel. 

It was a year later, when she had followed him to a new job, that she began to realize just why they had the connection they did. 

Their rag tag group of mercenaries were out for a night of partying. Iella found herself sitting at a table in the corner of the crowded cantina, watching with furrowed brows as Xi’an grinded on some poor fool who had no idea what he was getting himself into. 

Quin kept trying to feed her drinks and she kept refusing. 

Her anxiety was high with all the people around her. No one’s eyes found her, but the threat they would had her feeling uncomfortable. 

She tried her hardest to not let her anxiety ruin what was her first night out to unwind in weeks. Focusing on the song that was loudly playing, she tapped her foot subtly, the only indication that she was having at least a little bit of a good time. 

“Why don’t you go up there and dance?” Din asked from his seat beside her. 

She snapped her head upwards, a look of disbelief on her face. The thought of dancing in front of the enormous crowd of people was never even an option for her and she let out a slight scoff, shaking her head.

“Absolutely not.” 

“Why not, you like this song don’t you?”

Iella stared back at him, a slightly shocked expression on her face. She still wasn’t used to how observant he was. 

“I don’t need all those people watching me embarrass myself.” 

Din kept his eyes on her. That damn helmet couldn’t even hide that. Iella shifted in her seat, her fingers beginning to fidget as she suddenly felt like she was under a microscope. It wasn’t often that she was so open about her introvertedness that she felt made her a target in their line of work. 

“I get it.” Din said softly, causing her to look up at him slowly. “It’s hard to have fun in front of a crowd.” 

Butterflies erupted within her and she looked back at him with a small smile. The Mandalorian in front of her was the strongest person she’d ever met. To know he felt the same insecurities that she felt hindered her, changed everything. 

“Yeah.” She practically whispered, emotion caught in her throat. 

Iella found it amazing that the man who intimidated so many could be just what she needed to feel better, to relate to. 

The next day, as she prepared for another day of grueling work, she stood in front of the mirror, softly singing the song from the night before under her breath as she braided her hair. 

As the song progressed, the braver she became. She knew the others had already headed out for breakfast and she felt free to sing louder.

She didn’t notice the figure that lingered at her door, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched her fondly. It wasn’t until she turned on her heel to exit the room, that she saw Din leaned in her doorway and she screamed, jumping in fright.

“Fuck, Mando! What the hell, can’t you knock?!” She yelled. 

Her first instinct was to feel mortified. The man she has a crush on had just caught her singing to herself. Ok, it wasn’t the most embarrassing thing that could have happened, but to her, it was enough for her to want to crawl inside a hole and never see the light of day again.

But then something amazing happened. 

Din laughed loudly, a rich and happy sound that she had never heard before. 

Iella soon found herself fighting her own smile. Knowing the damaged man in front of her felt comfortable enough to let loose and laugh with her had every self conscious thought fading away to nothing.

“I’m glad I could amuse you.” She drawled sarcastically.

Din’s laughter faded and she could tell by the tilt of his helmet as he watched her that he was still thoroughly amused by her. 

She found herself now fighting off a blush at his gaze. She moved to walk past him, but he stopped her, his hand gently moving to take hers. She forced herself not to show just what his touch could do to her, how shocked she felt every time he initiated contact.

“Hey, you don’t have to hide your happiness, not with me.” 

Iella swallowed thickly, her eyes locked onto the black visor that gave nothing away. But the genuineness of his voice, that voice that only seemed to be for her, let her know everything she couldn’t gage from his face. 

“So I didn’t completely embarrass myself?” She whispered, trying to sound like her words were in jest, but she knew he would pick up on the truth they held, the genuine worry she couldn’t hide.

“You could never embarrass yourself in front of me.” He assured her without a second of hesitation. “I like seeing you look so… free. I wanna see it more.” 

Iella was sure her heart was about to combust. No one had ever spoken to her so honestly, so deeply about something she tried to keep hidden and buried away. 

She suddenly realized she didn’t feel her usual insecurities around him. She never had. 

Her Mandalorian had a way of making her forget that part of herself. He had a way of helping her realize her confidence wasn’t something to be afraid or ashamed of. 

They suffered some of the same anxieties, but at the same time, they were each other’s beacon of light in crowds of people where they felt uncomfortable. 

Even years later, he continued to be her saviour. 

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I Don’t Know (Ft. G Dragon and MINO) (1)

Part 1

When Jiyong goes for Mino’s party, he sees someone he never expected to see

Hiii! So, it’s been a while since I’ve posted and that’s because I’ve been working on a series:)) It’ll be updated once a week, every Friday! No specific time though lol. It’s something different for me, so I hope you really like it! It’s an AUish thing where Jiyong has a younger sister and you’re her best friend! Featuring my OC Mirae as the Best friend. Just saying, it’s not related to any of the scenarios I’ve written so far. Please do leave me some comments or asks! I love receiving them! It’s also a bit of a love triangle situation, so yeah :)) There will be eventual smut in this series. 

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Word Count: 2131

 WARNINGS: Nothing in this part really. Rejection maybe?

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“Y/N, I think you’re just confused.”

You laughed, unable to keep the bitterness from it.

“Jiyong, I’ve liked you for years. Years. I’ve tried everything. I’ve tried getting over you. I’ve tried rebounds. I’ve tried denial. I’ve tried avoiding you. None of it works. I know I’m definitely not confused. Kwon Jiyong, I like you.”

He paused and looked at you with dead serious eyes.

“Well, I’m sorry, but I don’t feel the same way.”

You felt your heart break, little by little.

“Jiyong, I thought there was something here. Was it all me?”

He shook his head.

“I’ve never felt that way about you Y/N, and I’m never going to.”

He got up to leave, but you grabbed his hand.

“Why? What is it about me that makes you feel like you’ll never like me?”

He shot you a scathing and pitying look at the same time.

“Everything.”

And he got up and left you there, alone at the diner at 2 am, slightly tipsy.

Half an hour later, you got a text from him

“Y/N, I don’t think we should talk anymore.”

And god it hurt, it hurt so much. And you knew you still liked him, even after all that.

 You still liked him, but you knew he would never see you that way. He had made that abundantly clear. So, you stopped hanging out at places he would go to. He never asked you to, but you didn’t want to see him. It would make things a million times worse. You avoided him like the plague. You stopped going to parties he would be there for. You became a recluse and the only one allowed into your shell was Mirae. She didn’t know who the guy was. She just knew what happened and how that made you feel. And she was there for you every step of the way. She would have been supportive of you liking him. You just didn’t tell her because you didn’t want her to be caught in an awkward place if you were rejected by her brother, which you were. You avoided him so much that you didn’t see him for three years after that. Even though you live in the same city. Those three years, you dedicated to you. You still liked him, but you buried that at the back of your mind, forgetting that it existed. Out of sight, out of mind. You were your priority. Which is why, when you met Mino, things were different. You were determined not to let Jiyong ruin this aspect of your life as well.

 You met Mino when you were walking your dog and your dog got away from you only to attack Mino with cuddles. That’s when you offered to buy him coffee to make up for it. He laughed and said that there wasn’t much to make up for and he prefers tea anyway. The moment he said that, you knew you had to find out more, because you were a tea person too. You were just about to offer to buy him tea at this great place you knew when he interrupted your thoughts with a light cough and a small blush.

“Actually, I’m a little messy right now, so I have to go home and change. Do you want to come home with me? I make a great cup of tea. Of course, no pressure, but”

You cut him off. You didn’t usually like to go random places with strangers, but you decided, on a whim, that this guy was worth getting to know. And you were right.

“I’d like that. I’m Y/N. Please to meet you.”

With an adorably shy smile, he responded.

“I’m Minho.”

 Mino liked you, right from the start, but you were a lot more cautious when it came to liking people in general. And the thing is, Mino wasn’t like any of your rebounds. You cared about him. He was a really nice guy. So completely refreshingly different from Jiyong. Mino was sweet, adorably nervous and Jiyong just oozed cold confidence, the utmost surety in anything he did. You weren’t comparing. You didn’t even think about Jiyong anymore. Mino had given you the ability to forget him. For the first time in seven years, you stopped liking Jiyong. Which is why things with Mino were different.

 You were just friends with Mino. Close friends. But one day, things changed. It was his birthday. There was going to be a party in the night. You went over a little earlier to spend some time with him and give him his present. He knew you were going to. Which is why he was so nervous. Because he planned on asking you out that night. He knew it was a bad idea. If you rejected him, on his birthday, it would really suck. And he was having second thoughts about it until you walked through the front door. You were wearing an oversized t shirt and some shorts, and you had a gigantic bag with you. You would change into your clothes for the party later. You wanted to be comfortable around him. And you took his breath away. You always did. What you were wearing never mattered. He knew he had to tell you.

“Hey hon, I got you brownies. And that’s not even your birthday gift.” (You had a habit of calling people terms of endearment.)

Before you could turn around and tell him about his birthday gift, that you were super excited about, he grabbed you hand and turned you around, so that you were facing him. One look at him and you could tell that he was nervous.

“Hey, what’s wrong Minho?”

He took in a couple of deep breaths, telling himself that he should just get it over and done with.

“Y/N, I like you. Will you go out with me?”

You froze. You knew he liked you. And if he had asked you any earlier, you would have said no, because you didn’t want him to get hurt because of your unresolved issues. But you were sure now, Mino helped you get over Jiyong. Because without even thinking about it, Jiyong stopped being a suppressed part of you that you never thought about. The part of you that was toxic for yourself. And just left. It was gone. For the first time in years, you took out that old phone where Jiyong texted you about not talking anymore. Whenever you used to look it, it always used to hurt. But now, you felt nothing. You were taking a bit of time to answer without realising it, and suddenly, you looked up, realising that Minho had stopped holding your hand. His face had fallen. It was obvious what he thought you were going to say.

“No, it’s okay Y/N. Don’t worry. I get it.”

“What? Minho, no, listen to me.”

“I know what you’re going to say.”

You couldn’t stop the light smile from appearing on your face.

“Why do you look so sad if you know I’m saying yes?”

It took him a second to register what you were saying and when he did, he jumped up, eyes lit up and mouth wide open.

“Wait, Y/N, are you saying?”

“Yes, Song Minho. I like you. And I would love to go out with you.”

And before you knew what was happening, he lifted you up with one arm around your waist, the other cupping your cheek and kissing you.

 You got ready for the party after that. Minho was adorably hyped about introducing you as his girlfriend to all his friends. You put on your dress. It was a teal satin slip dress, with spaghetti straps and a cowl neck, with only two straps criss-crossing for a back. Yeah, you were planning on seducing Minho earlier but now you didn’t have to. It went down till the middle of your thighs, and you were wearing black thigh high net stockings with it with these gorgeously strappy black heels. You put on some minimal gold jewellery and you stepped out of the room, to show Minho, wanting to know what he thought. He was in the living room, in some ripped jeans, a black vest and a Burberry blazer. He looked great, especially since he brought out the lip piercing and his really nice Burberry tartan boots. Suddenly, you felt rather shy. Coughing softly to get his attention, you waited for him to turn around. Mino was on the phone with a friend, giving him directions to his apartment when he heard you cough and he turned out. He was mind blown. God, you looked so fucking beautiful. He was speechless.

“Yeah, I’ll have to call you back.”

And he cut the call, looking at you in awe. You felt a little shy.

“Is this a bit too much Minho? Should I change?”

“What?! No, Y/N, so look stunning. Change if you’re uncomfortable, of course, but I think you look amazing.”

You turned around, letting him see the backless part of the dress.

“You don’t think this is too much?”

He came up to you from behind and wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing a gentle kiss at the nape of your neck.

“I think it’s lovely.”

You blushed. You liked your outfit, but something didn’t seem right to you. you turned around and looked at Mino. Bingo. You knew what was missing. Sounding a little sheepish, you asked him,

“Minho, can I borrow a black leather jacket to go with this?”

His eyes lit up.

“Sure Y/N.”

He loved it when you wore his clothes.

  The party was going great and Mino was so excited and happy the whole night. He was so happy things worked out. He was busy introducing you to all his friends, and you were so busy trying to talk to them and remember their names that you didn’t realise that someone you knew has just walked in.

 Jiyong walked in a little late, because he had to go pick up a present for Mino. He knew it was a little lazy, but he just picked a good bottle of wine. Mino was like a brother to him. He could just pick up something nicer for him later. As he smiled at the people he knew and got himself settled with a drink, he tried searching for Mino, wanting to wish him in person. He smiled when he saw him. He had the brightest smile Jiyong had ever seen on his face. He was talking to a few of his friends, blushing a little at something one of them said. There was someone else there with them too. A girl. Jiyong could see her heels and a bit of her hair through the crowd. The crowd parted a little. Okay, wow. A really hot girl. He still couldn’t see her face because of Mino’s friends, but he could see that Mino was looking at the girl with pure adoration and had his arm wrapped around her waist. Jiyong smiled. Maybe Mino had finally gotten a girlfriend. Good. Jiyong was happy for him.

 Mino suddenly turned and saw Jiyong. His face lit up and he grabbed your hand and wove through the crowd.

“Hyung, I’m so glad you’re here!”

Jiyong raised his glass and leaned in for a hug.

“Happy Birthday Mino!”

Mino smiled and finally helped you through the crowd. He turned to Jiyong, beaming, and said,

“Hyung, meet my girlfriend Y/N.”

 Both of you were in shock.

You recovered pretty quickly and smiled, extending a hand to greet him. Did you want to see him? No. But did that change the way you felt? No.

You smiled and said,

“Hi. I’m Y/N,”

and you were about to introduce yourself when he turned to Mino, and said,

“Sorry, Mino. Give me a few minutes.”

Grabbed your hand, and yanked you away, onto the balcony.

He grabbed your hand so hard that it hurt.

“What the hell GD?”

His face twisted in confusion.

“GD? When have you ever called me that?”

“We’re practically strangers to each other. What else would I call you?”

His face darkened with an uninterpretable expression.

“Why’re you here? How did you meet him? Why did you disappear? I tried texting you and calling you, but you blocked me.”

“New number. And why did you call?”

“Why didn’t you come home?”

“I didn’t want to see you.”

“You hate me that much?”

“Yes.”

“This isn’t you.”

“You don’t know me.”

“Does Mirae know?”

“Yeah, she loves Minho.”

Minho walked out onto the balcony, for the first time being vaguely assertive. He was worried about you.

He wrapped his arms around you protectively and raised an eyebrow,

“What’s going on? You know Y/N, hyung?”

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NCT 127′s Dorm Maid: Ch.3 - Johnny

Title: NCT 127’s Dorm Maid

Genre: smut

Chapter: 3

Characters: Johnny x OC/reader

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Contains: fingering, thigh riding, slight choking, dom johnny, squirting

Summary: When NCT’s Dorm maid falls ill, her niece takes her place and becomes NCT’s new dorm maid. NCT weren’t unfamiliar with the girl as she has substituted for her aunt many times before. But this time it was different, this time she was going to become their permanent dorm maid as her aunt was forced to retire because of her health. NCT members quickly grow fond of the girl, but little did she know this also meant that she was going to be a hell of a lot more busy than she expected.

Authors Note: It would be really nice and appreciated if you guys could reblog this if you enjoyed it so that I can get more readers. Liking a post shows me you enjoy it but no one will ever see a content creators content if all you guys do is like the post. Especially now since I’ve heard the tags are being fucked up and not all posts are showing up in the tags

When the boys found out I also play video games on my time off we would often play together online whenever we weren’t busy. We mostly played games like PUBG and other FPS games, sometimes MMO’s. Haechan was the one who most often played with me, he would thank me for playing with him and then proceed to whine about how sometimes the boys won’t play with him even if they’ve got nothing going on. It was cute.

Often times when I’m doing my job he would ask me to watch him play or join him. I would usually tell him to wait until I finish my job but then he would whine and hug my arm, trying to act cute, as he would beg me “It’s just for a few minutes!” It never did end up being only a “few minutes” but I guess you could say those moments are like a break for me. 

This time it was both Johnny and Haechan asking me to watch and play with them. I would often help Haechan out as well whenever they played games going against each other I would even lean over Haechan to show him some tricks on the keyboard he could use in the game, Johnny would call it cheating, but I would fight him back saying there was no rules against assisting. 

“Noona, you play for me, show him how hard you can beat him like you did to me the other day,” Haechan got off his chair and I chuckled “don’t mind if I do, time to get wrecked Johnny,” I took my place in the chair and started a round with Johnny, and let’s just say that I totally wrecked Johnny. When the round was over Haechan high-fived me and and Johnny let out a sigh “You only won because I let you,”

“Only a sore loser would try to claim that,” I gave a wink and smirked at him, he raised a brow at me. 

“I have to go, the dreamies wanna hang out, you guys have fun!” Haechan said as he grabbed his phone in wallet, sliding them into his pockets. 

“Bye Haechan, have fun,” I turned to Johnny when he left and smirked “one more round?” Johnny immediately sat up on his chair and we started yet another round. Guess who won? 

That’s right me. 

“Hah! Get wrecked Johnny, I just made you my bitch,” I gave him a smug smirk and dusted off the non-existent dust off my shoulders. I stood up and fixed my skirt “anyway, I should get back to work, I’ll let you cry it out while I clean,” As I turned to walk away Johnny grabbed my wrist and I turned to him. He stared at me with a brow raised “hold on just a minute, who said you’re dismissed?”

“Huh? I mean, I have to get my work done...” 

“You work for us so you answer to us, besides I have somethings to talk about with you,”

“Well, technically I work for SM, SM is the one sending me payche-”

He rolled his eyes, suddenly pulling me to sit on his thigh “First of all I’d like to talk about what you’re wearing today, it’s kind of inappropriate don’t you think? Wearing a short skirt while doing a job that requires bending over a lot,” I had forgotten about that honestly, I intentionally wore a skirt to catch their attention. Ever since that day with Mark my sexual demon that I’ve been suppressing as been slowly coming out. It was exciting, that night, the risk of getting caught, it excited me. 

I wanted to tease the boys. 

I wanted the excitement. 

But I had forgotten about all that while we were playing games, so I was now genuinely surprised. 

“Um...well, I can exp-” 

“Who said you could talk? I’m not done,” 

He gripped onto my thigh, hand slowly moving up “not to mention your actions today as well, the way you were on your knees earlier, wiping the floor in front of me, I bet you did that on purpose, you wanted me to see didn’t you?”

He was absolutely right on point, when I was cleaning the floor I lifted my ass up more when I saw Johnny enter the room, I wanted him to look at me. 

I subconsciously licked over my bottom lip, biting down on it as his hand moved up my skirt and over to my ass, while his other hand moved to caress my cheek “and what was that just now hmm? Bending over in excuse to help Haechan, your ass right in my face, you’re just asking for it aren’t you?” 

I didn’t answer, I was too distracted by his dark and firm tone of voice. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t wet right now. 

His hand soon moved to my throat, thumb caressing against my jawline before he gave a small squeeze to my throat “Answer me.”

I tried so hard not to squirm “Y-yes,”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Sir...”

He gave my ass a squeeze, his other and moved to the back of my head, pulling me closer to him as his lips lingered over mine for a moment, half lidded eyes looking down into mine before his lips finally connected with mine. Our lips moved in unison as a it slowly get deeper, and more desperate, more desperate from my side that is. My hips involuntarily began to move, grinding against his thigh in a slow pace. 

Johnny broke the kiss and mumbled “eager little kitten aren’t you?” he gave my ass another squeeze as he encouraged me to continue riding out his thigh. I held onto his shoulders as my gaze went back to his lips, our lips soon connected again, resuming back into a heated kiss. He tightened his thigh muscle, pushing his thigh up against me, a whimper leaving my lips and into the kiss. 

“Fuck you’re so wet right now baby girl, it’s leaking through your panties,” I could feel my cheeks turn red “such a dirty little girl,” he smacked my ass and I jumped a little, biting down on my lip “you like that huh?” he smirked and I nodded.

He buried his face in the crook of my neck, kissing and softly sucking on the skin. I let out a soft quiet moan, followed by another as he spanked me again before gripping my hips, pushing my down harder against his thigh. My hips began to move more eagerly against him. 

He then held my hips in place and I let out a whimper as he stopped me. 

“Stand up,” he ordered. 

And so I did. I stood in front of him. 

“Lift your skirt up for me, baby” 

I gripped onto the hem of my skirt, lifting it up from him to see me white lace panties. He tapped my inner thigh, I took that as a signal to spread my legs more, so I did. He hooked his fingers into my panties and tug them half way down my thighs. 

“What was that you said earlier? That I’m you’ve made me your bitch?” 

His fingers slipped between my thighs, softly grazing over my wet folds. 

“I think you got it all wrong, because I just made you my bitch,”

I shuddered at his words. I was a huge sub and Johnny seemed to know that. I guess a dom will always know a sub when he sees one, right?

His middle finger slipped in between my fold as he dragged it from my entrance to my clit, teasing it a bit before he paused. 

“Want me to keep touching you? To make you feel good?” 

I nodded “Yes, sir,”

“Then tell me who’s dirty little bitch are you?”

“Yours, sir” 

“My what?”

“I’m your dirty little bitch,”

“Good girl,” 

I let out a whimper when those two small words came out of his own mouth. He began to rub my clit, pressing his fingers against it, he moved his fingers in a circular motion pressing firmly against me. I gripped tightly onto my skirt, pursing my lips to muffle my moans. 

Hi moved his finger between my folds and began to tease my entrance “you’re such a little whore, getting so damn,” he pushed his finger into me, a moan escaping my lips “wet for me,” his finger pumped inside of me, pressing against my wet walls. 

“What am I gonna do with you?”

He added a second digit into me, pumping his fingers faster and harder inside of me. I let out a louder moan, covering my mouth quickly with one hand. 

“Even your moans sound so dirty,” he chuckled. He curled his fingers up against my walls, finding my sweet spot. I bit into my hand to muffle my moans and whimpers. My hips were shaking and it was becoming hard to stay on my feet. 

“Do you wanna come for me, baby?”

“Y-yes sir...”

“Then beg for it,”

His fingers began to move painfully slow, I let out a whine in protest “Please...please don’t stop, please let me cum daddy,” 

“daddy huh? I like the way it sounds coming from your dirty little whore mouth, say it again,”

“fuck, daddy please, please make me cum for you daddy,” I begged desperately, as I squirmed. 

“Good girl,” 

He inserted a third digit and began to roughly and quickly thrust his fingers into me, making to to curl them against my sweet spot, hitting it repeatedly I gripped onto his arm, moaning loudly, forgetting to keep myself quiet, as my body shook with pleasure, my walls tightening around his fingers as I reached my climax. 

My juices squirting out onto his hand and onto the floor. 

“Fuck...you’re squirter huh?”

He pulled his fingers out and I sunk down onto my knees, catching my breath. I looked up at him to see him licking his fingers clean as he grabbed his phone before pointing it at me “can I take a picture? You know, in memory of who exactly wrecked who tonight,” he smirked down at me and I blushed. 

“I’ll take your silence as a yes?” He held the phone up at and angle and took a photo. I didn’t mind of course, or I would have said no. 

“You should clean your mess up and get back to work,”

I nodded.

I had a feeling he was going to start teasing me about this, and I was right. The next time I played a game with him and Haechan online and “get wrecked” would be mentioned, he would text me the photo with a reminder “You mean like how you got wrecked the other night?”

[miniyrds]

Honestly, I'm just tired of seeing Kevin being shipped with random ocs.

gonna be honest, the most I see about Kevin is from what gets put in the main aftg tag. (I dont know if that’s a lot or what, but that’s where all of my Kevin intel is from lmao). I have seen him shipped in multiple pairings but I typically scroll past because I have my own thoughts about Kevin. actually, most of my Kevin thoughts typically avoid him being in relationships. I honestly have zero opinion on him being shipped with anyone other than it’s not for me and how I imagine the character

anyway, now im gonna word vomit about my thoughts on kevin lmao

also!! these are merely my musings about his character, please continue to write what makes you happy and what you enjoy! this is what I enjoy :)

unpopular opinion, but I kinda dont mind that Kevin stays with thea. in my head, Kevin is aro and all he really wants is a family. (thanks to @sinistercacophony I am now deeply invested in Kevin’s family relationships bc we had like 2 convos about it)

I literally only talk to one person about weird fox headcanons so if anyone wants to bring some to my inbox or messages feel free, I love talking about them bc their lives are more interesting than mine

anyway, aro Kevin. both he an neil are on the same wavelength of “why tf can’t exy be enough” but I think they come to different conclusions at different times. neil realizes that having a found family and friends through exy is really important to him, and the fact that they don’t disappear when they leave college is very important to his outlook on things. Kevin, on the other hand, (in my head) is forced to reconcile his dedication to exy with his desperation to seem close to his mother. by nature, Kevin’s personality is obsessive to the point of desperation. if he doesn’t do well at exy, he loses the last connection to his mother (you can thank the nest for stripping Kevin of literally all other coping mechanism). eventually, he realizes that is not true because wymack is a huge connection to her even if it takes Kevin a moment to realize it. once he comes to that conclusion that he has more means to keep connected to his mother, the Kayleigh shaped hole in him looks less like an exy racquet and more like a family. he has Wymack and abby and neil and Andrew and by extension, the rest of the foxes and thea. I don’t think he holds on to the found family aspect as much as neil does, but he certainly holds on to wymack, abby, and thea. 

so what does that word jumble have to do with Kevin being aro? good question lmao. basically, I think Kevin really wants a family of his own. but, I don’t think in the traditional aspect, that could really work with the way Kevin functions (and not in a bad way, ya know?). Kevin and thea had a thing back in the nest that evolved from quick fucks to note passing. to pretty much nothing when thea graduated. they were never really *together* but they did on some level understand each other. they weren’t dating when all the shit went down with the ravens and foxes and I think that’s a good thing. I don’t think their (platonic) relationship couldve survived had Kevin been openly telling thea everything. (plus, Kevin kinda wanted thea to forget about him, despite her still being interested in him). however, with nearly everything out in the open, thea showing up to “check on” Kevin says something about them. they may not be cut out for traditional relationship stereotypes, but they kinda work as a unit.

for pretty much the rest of his college career, I see Kevin trying to forge his familial/friend relationships with wymack, abby, neil, and andrew. wymack and abby are integral in getting him through riko’s death and that really helps Kevin realize his “bigger picture.” he can’t play exy forever, but he can pass on his skillset and continue the Day bloodline (dramatic as that sounds). he can keep Kayleigh alive in the sport she co-founded by having a child and a family of his own

thea works out in this respect because she is down with having a kid and raising them on exy. her and Kevin kinda just work as a unit (I'm avoiding partner here because they aren't the same as raven partners. they’ve had enough time in the outside world to kinda work through the codependency to an extent)

Amalia doesn’t grow up with two affectionate/romantic parents but she grows up with love and support and a dad with a perfectionist tendency (but that’s okay because paired with Thea’s determination, she can keep her dad in check and still be amazing at exy)