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FORGIVELSS -II - I DON'T CARE 'BOUT CONSEQUENCES, I WANT MY LICK BACK

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RIO MASTERLIST

II - I DON'T CARE 'BOUT CONSEQUENCES, I WANT MY LICK BACK

Pairing: Rio (Good Girls) X Reader

Word Count: 2K

Warning: Mature themes and its 🌶 🌶 🌶

Summary: The title says it all.

Previous Chapter

You step one good in front of the other. You can feel your pulse in your throat. Hear it in your ears. Your palms are hot and anger is what’s fuelling you. You keep walking. A patron swings the door open and you scan the establishment. The venue is different to the previous restaurant, less upscale and easier to disappear into. You’re looking for one person and one person only. Sighing out of frustration you head to the bar, a bartender materializes in front of you in a minute.

“Is Rio here?” You ask.

“Anything to drink?” He asks.

Letting out a long sigh you take a look over the top shelf contemplating it. “Nothing for now, is he in?” You ask liable to blow any minute now and the bartender steps away whispering something to another. You watch closely as they disappear. You feel like breaking dishes, trashing the house and vandalising the car. You wish you could scream.

“He’s upstairs” the bartender says, snapping you from your daydream. Standing, you head up the long staircase. You emerge into an office with a Birds Eye view of the establishment. Rio is sitting in the middle of it behind a wooden desk with money piled high on the corner of it. His calm is in stark contrast to the mania you’re feeling.

“Let me guess, you want to commit a murder” he says breaking the silence with his naturally cool demeanour and that distinct voice.

“Don’t mock me” you warn and he smiles, pouring a glass and setting it in front of you as you take a seat on the couch in the sprawling space. You take a sip only for the liquor to burn your throat due to inexperience. You make a face and the liquor quells your temper a touch. When your eyes reopen Rio’s amusement is clear as day. You spent three hours getting ready for date night the night you met Rio. Your husband's new role at work was demanding and there’d been distance so you were trying to mend fences and reignite a spark. He’d left and for your pride you picked at what was left of your food from the bar. Rio had been forward antagonistic and amusing, but he hadn't lied.

“Don’t be too mad, she’s not sexier than you are” he says sipping from your glass.

“We’ve been married five years,” you confess to the stranger. Anyone else and your life would be blown up forever.

“No kids?” he asks.

“Not yet, kids are a part of the ten year plan” you confess meeting Rio’s eyes. You have nowhere else to go. No one else to talk to. Sometimes secrets are safest with a stranger. He holds out the glass again and you take a shot of the brown liquor feeling the burn.

“Ten year plan, where the fuck do you find a guy like that?” Rio muses at your expense. Sighing deeply you look down into the club's festivities as people start to dance. “How’d you find out? She came to you as a woman?”

“Worse, I saw it on his phone. Text thread full of nudes and videos…” you sigh wishing you could unsee the messages from both ends. It was clear your husband was absolutely feral for another woman and vice versa.

“So you’re here to have him killed or beat up or what?” Rio asks, misreading you.

“No” you respond not wanting someone to get a charge for your husband's poor choices.

“Then how can I help you? It’s getting late.” Rio says draining the glass. Your time is up for his thin patience.

“I told you we can’t hang out because I’m married.” You respond by holding up your left hand. The ring is on your dresser at home.

“So you want me to fuck you as get back. But if we start you’re not gonna want him and I’m not marriage material” Rio says candidly.

“Perfect” you smile liking the sound of that. You’re going to make your husband pay for his recklessness and absence. You imagine the shock when it hits him that Rio has had you. The thrill is your medicine. It’s the only thing that quells the pain of your husband's betrayal.

“Bet” Rio stands holding out a hand. You take a deep breath taking it as you stand. You use another staircase to a back entrance. You hate the city a little less from inside of his G-Wagon. The ride to his place is short. The home is too perfect to be his home.

“Is this where you bring all your girls?” You ask.

“Mhm” he nods. His honesty is a relief.

“Where’s the bedroom?” you ask, trying to get your bearings.

“I don’t do crazy, you don’t show up at my job or here if we do this” Rio sets a boundary misunderstanding how your pride works.

“Understood” you nod. He closes the space between you with a raised brow.

“But do you?” He asks as you crane your neck back to meet his gaze.

“Mhm” you nod.

“Yes or no,” he asks, putting his hands in his pockets. For some reason it makes you want his touch.

“Yes”

“Good, because you're beautiful and I want to do this” he says.

Feeling unsteady you stop yourself from getting lost in his brown eyes. “I don’t do crazy either. You stay out of my relationship outside of when I come to you”.

He smiles, “I dont have the time sweetheart, I have my own shit.”

“C'mere,” Rio says, stepping back. You indulge his cat and mouse game. “Last chance to run, or stay and give him hell” he smiles clearly the devil on your shoulder. Just the thought of James losing it is fuel enough for you to place a palm on Rio’s chest. His smirk is golden and all hesitation ceases. He lowers in a flash, lips crashing into yours. His mouth claims yours pulling back with hard suction like he’s trying to drag the nasty out of you. He’s artful with it and unlike James it’s so hot your brain overrides instinct when his hand holds your neck possessively to get better leverage. You feel your body relax, your mouths sync and the feverishness settles into something slower and more seductive. His tongue crowds your mouth before he goads yours into a dance. You find yourself moaning as he sucks your bottom lip before dragging his teeth gently down your neck. His other hand supports your back while his thumb rubs circled into your hardening nipples. You feel yourself pooling from his touch. Under his grip.

“What a clown, to play with a woman as bad as you” Rio mutters, turning you on even more.

“Tell me how you want me to take care of you baby?” He asks, pouring fire on the blaze he’s set. Your eyes open to him, your breathing levels out and you look to him for guidance. His lips find yours again. This time the kiss is reassuring and gentle, his hold loosens.

“Tell me how you want me to fuck you mama” he whispers against your ear and you sigh. “He’s never asked you that huh?” Rio scoffs a smirk falling on his lips. “Shame some men treat their wives like the Virgin Mary when they just want to be slut out. That’s what you want right? I ain’t ya man you don’t have to pretend to be a good girl with me” he taunts. Disgustingly right once again. You find yourself nodding before it can register. He takes you to the bedroom and dims the lights sensing you’re nervous. His shirt comes off and his toned frame is a refreshing change from James who spends several hours a week in the gym.

“I thought you’d have more tattoos” you reflect as he sits on the edge of the bed.

“You have any?” He asks as you straddle him.

“Not one” you smile feeling a little more comfortable. His hands slide under your shirt ridding you of it. He can’t fathom what the fuck your man’s problem was. Why did he cheat so openly when he clearly had more than he could effectively handle at home. You get lost in another kiss with him that ends with his head between your legs.

He’s so good that he’ll always be the person you’re comparing James to. He holds nothing back fully attentive to your every moan like it’s second nature. Your effects on each other are electric. You are both trying to bring the other to their peak without inhibitions or restrictions. He talks you through your orgasm praising you like you’ve accomplished something monumental. You lay at his side catching your breath needing more. It’s like a switch has been flipped and the dam of your desire has been opened. All the neglect coming to a head. You feel hellish as he tosses the used protection. Reaching over you stroke his manhood. Rio watches in awe not expecting it. His eyes close from the sensation following an already incredible orgasm. He kisses you rolling onto his side, rolling onto yours you hold your leg over him guiding him back into you slowly.

“Fuck” he groans once fully sheathed. It’s a final fuck you to James.

“Come inside me” you plead and Rio nods kissing you deep before obliging completely turned on by the levels of fucked up. He could say no to pussy but not yours. He knew that now in you raw, there’d never be another way and pulling out wouldn’t be an option. Instinct kicks in and his thrusts pick up.

“Don’t stop” you continue getting you right at your spot. His size is perfect, it’s the perfect rhythm, the perfect feeling.

“Like that?” he asks.

“Rio” you moan, finding comfort in your voice.

“Shit” he groans, closing his eyes firmly to remain in control. He could feel the tension building in him from the slickness and suction of your walls.

“Right there” you moan loving every second of it. And you feel him inside you. The warmth of his climax fills you before overflowing. Rio looks to see his work completely spent. Fucking another man’s wife raw was a first for him. Enjoying it as much as he had was a surprise. He doesn’t pull out right away leaning it in as you lean in needy for a kiss. He obliges doing another first when he doesn’t send you home right away.

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Rio leans against the counter watching as you take the plan b. It’s another first there’s been no scares during the course of your relationship. Once you finish he places the glass in the dishwasher.

“Want me to drop you home?” He asks as you turn your phone back on. You see thirty missed calls starting at one in the morning all from James.

“I gotta go,” you smile.

“Need a ride?” he asks.

“To the club, sure, that’s where my car is” you tell him and he grabs his keys happily to oblige.

“When’s the last time you let him hit?” Rio asks.

“Two maybe three months” you tell Rio honestly and he laughs.

“Don’t let him, call me if you need some” he says handing you his phone. You give him your number. “Text me if things get crazy. I don’t need anything crazy happening after we just had sex” he says and you laugh.

“Will do” you nod, getting out of his car and into yours.

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1-800-local-slut · 9 months ago

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House of Memories (Spencer's Version)

Spencer Reid x Black! Fem! FBI! Reader

A look at your life with Spencer through the eyes of his team mates

Warnings: none really, just fluff, the team being observant, adult objects (condoms, alcohol, etc.,), not a warning but a note: reader isn't in the BAU but she works in the FBI, through Emily's POV

“I wasn’t expecting an invite from you, Reid. Thanks for having me over.” The front door to the apartment opened. Emily was holding a bottle of cheap wine that she grabbed from the liquor store down the street when she realized she forgot to bring a house gift. It was a close call too, she was literally driving past it when she realized and had to make a very hasty u-turn.

“It’s no problem, thank you for coming! Derek, Garcia and Hotch are in the living room, Rossi’s in the bathroom and JJ’s coming late. Her loss though, I think she’d really enjoy Interstellar and if she comes late I know she’s going to complain. Come in, just take your shoes off if you don’t mind.” Emily nodded, after Spencer gave her a light side hug and accepted the bottle from her.

He wore a white tee-shirt, pajama bottoms, and smelt fresh. His hair was damp as well, like he’d showered a few hours ago but his hair is so thick that it takes a minute for it to dry. She noticed his light shrug, as if it wasn’t his preference but he would take it anyways.

Ghosting through the threshold, she bent down and slipped off her boots. She heard light chatter, music, smelt a vanilla and sea salt (it was a rough guess) candle burning, and heard the clatter of pots in the kitchen.

She couldn’t help it, her analytical mind working before she could stop it. Sometimes she would find herself profiling strangers even when it was rude. And profiling your coworker who invited you into his home was very rude.

Spencer’s shoes were thrown on the floor, one knocked on its side but still close together. As if it was an attempt on his end to be some sort of neat. Pairs of heels, pumps, boots were lined on the shoe rack but after doing a quick count, she noticed something. There were far more womens shoes than there were mens shoes. About six pairs of men's shoes to a 10 women’s shoe ratio.

Aaron, David, Derek make three, and the other three were clearly Spencer’s. Pen’s shoes obviously were one of those female shoes. The bright purple heels sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the browns, blacks, and deep reds of the female shoes.

‘Enough Emily, stop being rude.’

“Your house is beautiful Spencer.” She couldn’t help but look around in slight awe. She wasn’t expecting Spencer’s house to be so…neat? No, that sounds mean. Neat in a way that didn’t seem like it was all Spencer. Sure Spencer’s little unique touches were sprinkled about the apartment and she was still standing at the doorway.

There were pictures of nature hanging on the wall, of a young black woman standing in front of a large pond far from the camera. She wore a pink baseball cap and had her hands flung out as if to emphasize how big the pond was. Who was that? A secret lover? She looked familiar, like a face Emily had seen in passing.

“Oh thanks. I just moved in a few months ago so not everything is fully set up.” Spencer called from the kitchen, and there were three clicks from the stove. Then he slid out, wiping his hands on a towel. As she walked through the house, she noticed more.

Potted plants with lush green leaves, knitted plant holders hanging from the ceiling, a red and dark blue patterned rug on the floor in the hall. From where she stood, she could see there was a small dining area. A nice wooden table, with papers and files scattered all over.

She found her way to the living room and saw her coworkers engaged in whispers on the couch. More papers and files were on the small tables on either side of the couch, a contrast to the neatness of the rest of the house.

“Hey everybody, what’s up?” Emily asked. Heads snapped towards her, and she noticed Penelope’s eyes curved up in a mischievous grin.

“Hi! Come sit, come sit.” Penelope motioned next to her, Derek and Rossi sliding over to make room for her.

“Did you make it in okay?” Hotch asked and Emily nodded while she slipped onto the brown leather sofa. A dark purple hand knitted black was thrown over the back of it. Did Spencer take up knitting or was this just a nice purchase?

Spencer plopped down into the brown leather armchair and rested his feet on the pouf in front of him. Emily noticed how spotless the glass coffee table in front of them was.

The whole house was ridiculously clean. The wooden floors sparkled, the carpets meticulously vacuumed, the TV sparkled and the speakers next to the TV were flawlessly dusted. The large oak bookshelf that was up against the wall that was closest to the kitchen was also dusted and the books neatly organized.

When would Spencer have time to clean his house so thoroughly? They were on a mission all of last week, got back two nights ago and have been at work since then. Sure, it’s Spencer he could just be very clean but the way things sparkled, it was clear they were cleaned merely a few hours ago.

When they did go home it was late at night and they were back at work early the next day. Did he spend his whole Saturday afternoon scrubbing his floors, and preparing to cook for them? Spencer wasn’t the type to have a housekeeper, especially when he does his work all over and you can’t exactly leave FBI documents in the eye of the eye of a random house keeper.

“Sorry about the paperwork, I still have to set up my study. I have to put up my desk and everything.” Everyone voiced a consolation, some variation of ‘I don’t mind’ or ‘you should see my place’.

“Not the handyman?” Derek teased, wiggling his eyebrows. Spencer chuckled and shook his head. Spencer’s been smiling a lot more lately.

“I like keeping myself out of the hospital. Did you know every 45 minutes a piece of furniture falls on someone, and 25,000 people a year are treated at the hospital for a furniture related incident?” Spencer rattled off, emphasizing the numbers with his fingers.

Before anyone else could say anything, the doorbell rang. Spencer glanced back at the door, before he sprung to his feet with enthusiasm like he was expecting Emily and Penelope exchanged looks, giggling while Rossi lightly rolled his eyes.

“Of course he knows that. Also, did any of you know that Spencer moved to a new place?” Derek asked.

“Well I knew. I know where all of you live. But it was very considerate of him to invite us over.” Hotch nodded, taking a sip of a bottle of water. Not Spencer’s usual brand but she did notice a switch some time ago. From Purelife to Poland Spring.

“Did you see the coat? Hanging by the door rack?” Penelope whispered, motioning for everyone to come in closer. There was a devilish twinkle in her eyes, her brain working overtime.

“What, you think he has some… extra company? A secret lover?” Rossi chuckled. Of course she noticed, but she just thought it was Penelope’s.

“Maybe! Do you think?” Penelope asked excitedly, her hands flapping around with enthusiasm. Oh Penelope, ever the romantic. Derek giggled next to Penelope. He was lightly smacked by Penelope as a rebuttal and he giggled as if the slaps tickled him and they heard Spencer’s reapproaching foot steps along with an extra pair of heels.

They all turned, eager to see who it was. Would it be the woman in the photo? His mom? Someone else?

“JJ!” Emily exclaimed when the final member of their team came in. She twisted around in her seat, happy to see her friend. JJ wasn’t able to make it on their last assignment so it had been a minute since they’d seen her. For people who practically live together, spending almost every moment together while at work was normal. They’d all fallen into a natural balance of being around each other. Of course they’d missed JJ while she was out sick.

“Hi!” She held her arms open for hugs, while the entire team voiced their hellos.

“Sorry I’m late, the grocery store was ridiculous. You wouldn’t believe what I saw, some lady's ex boyfriend came there and she called the cops on him like right there in the store. Apparently, he gave her something on purpose. She got on the speaker and called him ‘Dirty Dick David’. And then they fired her for playing with the mic that way!” She told her story while passing out hugs and then plopped down in the opposite arm chair across from the one Spencer was sitting in before.

“What?” Spencer laughed while he sat back down.

“Right there it happened.” The whole team was laughing and Emily remembered that this was why she got along with her team so well. The easy laughter was so simple and refreshing.

“Woah, right there is insane! I guess she was sick of him.” Emily leaned slightly into Penny, allowing herself more comfort

“Imagine being at work and your ex who purposely infected you with something shows up to both you? I’d be pissed too.” Derek chuckled.

“I’ve been through three wives and never got a reaction like that, Dirty Dick David certainly had it coming.” Rossi added before they all laughed even harder.

Then there was a loud ringing noise. Spencer’s phone was going off and he patted himself down, lifting himself up checking to see if he was sitting on it. Then he got up, his face making a tiny expression like he could finally recall.

“I’ll be right back guys.” He ran into the kitchen and Penelope pulled everyone into a huddle.

“Okay, here’s what you missed JJ, you ready?”

“I’m ready?” She asked with an arch eyebrow and a nervous smile.

“There’s a bunch of lady stuff around here, like a coat and I don’t know if you saw the shoes but there are a lot of lady shoes. Rossi was in the bathroom and saw a bunch of lady stuff too, like a special face cleanser but he didn’t wanna snoop. I think he should’ve gone for it but whatever. Also I don’t know if you know but I know that Spencer doesn’t cook.

His house is also really clean like really really clean like it was just clean but when would he have gotten the time to clean it? I mean we got off work like three hours ago. Running theories? Spencer has a housekeeper, a secret girlfriend, or his moms visiting. Got it? Okay, got it.”

JJ blinked after Garcia’s rapid rundown, Derek nodding like he was able to keep up with that and Hotch all around looked displeased.

“We are guests in Spencer’s home, don’t go looking through his stuff. Maybe Spencer likes that stuff, that’s not any of our concern.” He frowned with a crease in his eyebrows.

“Yeah Garcia, besides if Spence did get a girlfriend then I think that’s great for him.” JJ chuckled and Derek rubbed her shoulder comfortingly.

“I’m back! I picked up the shrimp and some wine. I also got some beers if you want any. The coolers are for me, you can have one but don’t take any of the pink ones. I like those ones.” A familiar voice sounded through the house.

The sound of socks hitting the floor padded through the house and a young woman walked in. The woman from the photo more specifically. Her hair was in long braids that curled around her waist. She was gorgeous, a red scarf was wrapped around her neck to protect her from the chilly winter air. More specifically she was familiar.

More specifically she was from a different team. More specifically a member of the HRT. The Hostage Rescue Unit. They’ve seen Spencer speaking with her a lot. They’ve teased him for their closeness multiple times, and knew they were a bit closer. But Emily didn’t know they were such close friends. For her to just walk into his home this way.

No offense to Spencer but when Emily said she was hot, she meant she was hot. Like she just stepped out of a magazine. And she never thought Spencer would have it in him to pull. Spencer was certainly nothing to sneeze at but my god was this woman attractive.

She was making her way through the house, to the kitchen lightly waddling. She held a bag of groceries and as if she could feel all the eyes on her she turned.

“Oh hi! I’m sorry, I ran out to the grocery store. I didn’t realize we ran out of shrimp but the food will be done soon.” She beamed at them and put one of her hands on her hips. And Emily did as profilers do. She profiled even if she didn’t truly mean too. She was wearing pajama pants, and a puffy coat that was zipped open to reveal a white tank top. Above all she radiated joy, confidence and comfort.

“It’s nice to see you again.” Hotch cleared his throat, and she nodded at the members of the BAU.

“You got the shrimp?” Spencer called, coming out of the kitchen, slipping his phone into the pocket of his pants. He came up behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist. She instinctively angled her head to his and pushed herself up onto her tippy toes to plant a kiss on his lips.

Penelope was on the verge of exploding, her mouth open in a wide grin. She let out an excited squeal. The two agents jumped upon hearing the high pitched noise and everyone on the couch turned to face her.

“What?! Oh my god, when were you gonna tell us?!” Penelope asked, bounding up from the couch. Spencer looked confused above all as Penelope raced towards him and his apparent girlfriend.

“I didn’t think I had to, we weren’t exactly shy about it.” Spencer laughed as he looked at Penelope basically bouncing up and down in front of him. She giggled and Penelope paused.

“Dude we thought you were just friends?” Derek questioned from the couch. Spencer shook his head, looking more and more shocked by the second.

“So how long has this been going on?” Emily asked with a laugh. She had to laugh! How could she not be happy for Spencer? He looked so happy, he literally hadn’t stopped smiling since she came into the door and they kissed.

“Like a year? I mean, I know we jumped the gun with moving, but my lease was up and I decided that this would work and I couldn’t find anywhere close enough to work. We decided to go for it.” Spencer added, scratching the back of his neck.

“You guys really had no idea? I mean I tell you guys that we go out every weekend, I have a picture of her on my desk. We literally come to work together everyday.” Spencer exclaimed, motioning around with his hands.

“I don't see you that often at work, they probably don’t really notice those things.” She rationalized to him and rubbed a hand over his chest. He never moved his hand from around her waist.

It all made sense. The candles littered around the house, the small basket of yarn and needles on the floor next to one of the arm chairs. The food even smelt too seasoned to be like anything Spencer could cook, the photos that Emily was just now realizing were taken of Spencer. The romance novel that Emily saw sitting on the glass coffee table. How spotless the entire house was. The shoes, the coat, Emily was just mad at herself for not recognizing the photo.

“Well. Way to go Reid, I didn’t know you had it in you.” She smirked at Derek’s remark and stood on her toes again. She whispered something in Spencer’s ear and he cackled with his mouth open in shock.

He was turning a bashful shade of red and his voice squeaked as he sent her away.

“I’ll be finished with your food soon, you guys.” Trailing into the kitchen, Spencer glanced over as if to check if she needed anything.

“Oh gosh, you didn’t have to cook for us! Thank you so much!” Emily exclaimed, realizing that she was just sitting there like a fish with her mouth wide open.

“Let her cook, why not enjoy dinner and a movie?” Rossi joked. It seemed like the shock had dissipated and JJ giggled, her blonde hair shining like the Sun and Emily noted how her entire face lit up like a star.

“Honey, can you come help me with these groceries?” Spencer nodded, following her into the kitchen. They watched, waiting to watch them fully go into the kitchen. Then like little girls at a sleepover, they leaned back into their huddle.

“Wow!”

“Let’s not get too ahead of ourselves.” Hotch tried to keep the peace before his team of impatient agents ran rampant. Emily herself felt like she needed answers and she needed them now.

“Did you see the way he looked at her? They’re so cute, I had a feeling when he came to work that one time smelling like perfume and wearing the same clothes but they were like all up on each other.” Penelope whispered excitedly.

“I always knew opposites attract. You know they make a handsome couple too.” The excitement died down for a second and everyone had to look at Rossi. Who even used that phrasing anymore?

“You’re so old, Rossi.” JJ giggled and Hotch shook his head. Rossi smiled playfully, the way he always did when they made fun of him for being ancient.

“What do they even talk about? I mean sure they have stuff in common but for a whole year? I wasn’t expecting that!” Emily exclaimed.

“Reid’s never short on things to talk about.” Derek teased and Penelope swatted him again.

“I mean I noticed he’d been a bit happier but I wasn’t expecting this! I guess you just never know.” JJ added in, glancing over to the kitchen to make sure the two weren’t standing right there.

“We can find out what they talk about.” No one wanted to admit it but they wanted to snoop so bad. So bad that when Penelope suggested it the best thing to do was to stop talking and be extra quiet so they could hear. Even Hotch, slowly reclined.

Over the clatter of pans, the soft clinking of bottles and things being put away, and dishes being taken out they heard her voice.

“Emily brought us some wine. Pink.” Spencer’s voice broke through and Emily tensed up. Oh god, what if they hated the wine?

“Oh my favorite. I’ve always liked that Emily. If it wasn’t for you, I’d go for her.” She laughed and plopped something into what sounded like a liquid.

Derek made some funny eyebrows at Emily and Emily felt her cheeks heat up. JJ and Penelope both grabbed each other to stifle a laugh. As bad as it was to listen to your teammate and his girlfriend's conversation, they couldn’t stop.

“Aw babe don’t pout.” Then a kissing noise.

“There’s that smile. Also I picked up some condoms, we were down to six and you know we go through those like crazy. Speaking of which, I was thinking, do we really need those? I mean I’m on the pill and at the rate we go we’d save more money just not having sex. To be honest we spend a bit too much money on that stuff anyways and I don’t want to replace another bed frame. I like this one and we literally just got it. That or we just need to stop having sex so often. The call is totally yours but that bitch who works at the front cashier keeps looking at me funny everytime she sees me walk up.” It took a moment for everyone to process what she was talking about. It really took a moment. An identical frown spread over both Rossi and Hotch, and Derek had to put his fist in his mouth to avoid cackling.

Oh god, this was an awful idea. Now there was just awkward silence. None of them could say anything even if they wanted to.

“So my options are death, death or going raw?” Spencer whined immediately. Emily focused her eyes on something else instantly, the patterned carpet on the floor, the TV that was showing different scenery as it was in rest mode.

“Oh my god, you are so dramatic! You’re not going to die if we don’t have sexy every day.” The sound of a spoon clattering down and then she broke out into a fit of giggles.

“But how do you know!” He whined again.

“Like I said, it's your choice. It doesn’t really matter to me, I’m just sick of always having to go to the store. And you’re squeezing my ribs.”

“I like your idea. Besides, we have abortion money.” She gasped softly and then broke into light laughter. JJ’s jaw dropped open and Derek snorted before he covered his nose. Of everything that was expected it wasn’t that.

“That’s awful, baby.” She scolded and Emily got a mental image of the two. Was she standing in front of the stove, the smell of food wafting through the house, Spencer standing behind her with arms wrapped firmly around her? If Emily wasn’t so uncomfortable right now her mouth would be watering. It would also warm her heart to hear how happy her friend was.

“I’m sorry.” He joined in on the laughter.

“Oh my god we’re being awful host! Plate up the soup and I’ll pour the wine.”

Once the two came back out, it was hard to even look at Spencer knowing that he had apparently helped break a bed frame. Even if he was holding trays of the most mouth watering gumbo.

“Who wants to watch Interstellar?”

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messyhairedhazeleyeddude · 11 months ago

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‘ Blurry, Tired Eyes ’

A Drunk! Megumi Fushiguro x Male! Reader | SMUT |

A/N ; Yooooo, ngl, I’m running on zero right now yet I’m still doing this shit so sorry in advance. I don’t know how I honestly found the strength in me. It’s currently two in the morning and my ass is still up. Wide awake. So, I decided I was going to make this and finish it anyway. While staying up the entire night. Ain’t that fun? Anyway, here’s some random guilty pleasure prompt and peep the contents below.

Contents ; Masturbation, inexperienced reader, groping, drunk sex, praise, and daddy issues.

Dynamic ; Best Friends To Lovers

Sexual Dynamic ; Sub!Male!Reader | Dom!Megumi

P.O.V ; Second

Age range ; 18+ 21+

To be honest, you weren’t expecting this many people to show up after announcing the birthday party for Fushiguro. But, here you were, faced with an impending crowd all shoved up against one another, grinding and doing every inexplicable thing as they danced. I guess it’s what you get for entrusting Satoru with the planning.

This was the worst. You hated these types of celebrations and you knew Megumi hated them too. It didn’t help that you happened to be claustrophobic and everybody was sweating. Your face scrunched up, grossed out by the smell of liquor and onions. This was pure puke bait.

“And why the fuck does everybody have to be a whore?” You complained out loud before realizing you did so and watched a bunch of heads turn to look in your direction. That was not supposed to be said out-loud.

You took that as your cue to use your technique to disappear into the shadows and escape out of the situation by traveling to another place in the building. Although, it was extremely straining and gave you a headache once you made it into one of the hallways. Time to look for the birthday boy you’ve been trying to find all day.

Gazing up at the pictures that were hanging about, you looked over a couple that had your peers, hovering over to the stoic frowning Fushiguro who bore his eyes directly into the camera in the photo.

A small smile crossed your face, laughing a little at the memory of Itadori harassing the ravenette until he snapped just before it. Those two were always bickering back and forth, never giving each other a break, not once. It was entertaining to watch them chase each other around. Sometimes, joining in on it when it got out of hand. But, it was usually to hold Megumi back from killing the dumb guy.

You weren’t going to lie to yourself, maybe you also helped because you felt left out. The twinges of jealousy when Yuuji would get too close to his face or he’d get in a position with him that looked risqué. Either way, it formed a knot in your throat and you couldn’t help including yourself.

But, that couldn’t mean much. You figured it was because you were overprotective that this feeling frequently came to mind. Megumi had been your exclusive best friend for a couple of years by now. That had to be normal.

A part of you knew that there was more to it than what you were acknowledging. Though, you didn’t want to elaborate on it. There was no point in figuring something like that out if you hadn’t even crossed the flirting stage. And you didn’t know if he was interested in men.

The noise of an object thudding on the ground in the nearby room knocked you out of your mind ramble, causing you to jump in surprise before narrowing your (E/C) eyes at the door. You could sense it wasn’t a curse so that was good. That didn’t mean you were any less curious about who it was.

As you walked toward it, you could hear sounds from the other side getting clearer and clearer. And they didn’t sound innocent. It was groaning and huffing, desperate too. But, not just from anyone, no. This was the familiar voice of the boy you were thinking about a second ago.

Like a hypocrite, your heart felt like it was about to break. ‘He couldn’t be hooking up with somebody, right?’ you worriedly asked in thought, a wave of emotions washing over you before another loud moan muffled through the wooden door.

There was no way you were going to stop yourself from figuring it out after that. Apologizing to Megumi under your breath, you reached for the door knob and opened it to something you never expected to see instead.

The raven-haired male was completely naked from head to toe, leaning over a trash can with his left hand placed on the wall while the other was rubbing up and down his shaft.

His hair was drenched with sweat, strands sticking to his forehead, and his chest glistened in the lamp light. There were veins popping from his arms, neck, and most of all, his dick. His thumb focusing on his tip every couple of pumps as he mumbled out questions, “Fuck, why do I have to get so hard? Why won’t it go away?”

‘Jesus, fucking, Christ,’ was the only thing you could think. You were watching your best friend touch himself, bare. And it wasn’t taking you much before you were struggling right alongside him. The front of your pants tightening and a bulge poking through the fabric.

He noticed your presence once he adjusted to fucking his hand and took a minute to process, his dark blue eyes slowly widening as he stared back at you. You didn’t say anything, choked up by anxiety. Leaving the two of you to stand in silence, waiting for either one of you to break it.

Megumi covered himself with the sweater resting on the desk near him, eventually speaking up while trying to shake off the shock of being caught, “How long have you been standing there?” A red hue spread across both yours and his cheeks as you struggled to make eye contact. How come he had the ability to be so direct even during something like this? It was a quality that you liked, regardless.

You answered him in a quiet voice, “It’s been a couple of minutes…” Lowering your head out of embarrassment but not looking away entirely. You had just enough access to see what he was doing. And in that peripheral vision, you saw his attention flicker downwards.

Quickly, you hid your hard-on with your hands. Although, Megumi knew exactly what that gesture meant so it wasn’t successful. You could tell from the way his eyebrows switched from furrowed to raised like he was surprised. Then how more silence followed.

Not a single chance in hell were you going to look directly at him again, not when he was staring you down like this. You were hoping, praying to god that he wouldn’t point fingers despite not believing in that which meant you knew you were screwed. Was your friendship finally going to end here? What did this mean for the rest of the friends that are connected to you both? Panic was settling in the more he let you stand there.

“Can you close the door? I want to talk to you,” he asked bluntly after what felt like forever and honestly, that made your fear worse. “Please don’t say we can’t be friends because of this,” you interjected before he said anything else and closed the door like he suggested.

Fushiguro laughed through his nose and grumbled as if he was offended that you thought that, “Why would I want to end our friendship because you caught me jerking off, [F/N]?” Hearing him say it so casual made you get the comfortability to look at him again, seeing that he was picking up his clothes and acting like nothing happened.

He let you watch him get dressed, his back facing you the entire time, but you got the whole show. How he snapped his boxers around his waist, the indents in his back as well as the scars, and how his hair sprung back up into the spiky hairstyle he loved to style it in after he pulled his shirt over his head. You didn’t mean to stare, but it was really hard not to when you secretly admitted the feelings you have to yourself. And you just saw him masturbating. You saw his…

Not trying to finish that sentence in your head, you moved on by walking over to an outlet in what appeared to be an old classroom and kneeled down next to it to plug in the charger you brought. Thank god, you have an excuse now.

Awkwardly snapping it inside of the lightning port of your phone, you left it resting on a windowsill and turned to face Megumi. He was back in the outfit you had given him for his birthday. A cerulean sleeveless top with black Nike sweatpants. It was simple, yet he made it look like gold.

“Are you going to answer or are you going to keep checking me out?” He tilted his head, those wolf-shaped eyes of his burrowing into yours and making you unable to pry them away.

Your breath caught in your throat and all at once, thoughts became jumbled and you couldn’t figure out a thing to respond with. He was acting so careless just a second ago but now, he was flat out telling you that he knew what you were doing. What was going on?

Megumi sighed and rolled his eyes, “You don’t have to tell me. It’s obvious you liked what you saw. Your dick’s been rock solid this whole time.” He nodded his head toward your lower half, causing you to choke on your spit, and sputter, “What? No! No! I’m just drunk…” You struggled to breathe and had to hit your chest to help yourself. Hopefully, this excuse will hold up.

But, it didn’t. The ravenette began to walk towards you, his abyssal blue orbs never leaving yours once while you froze there. Until he was right in front of your face and glancing at your lips. “That’s convenient. I’m a little tipsy myself…” he said softly, looking back up through his long eyelashes.

God, he was so beautiful. You were beginning to fall for his tricks already. But, you didn’t care about how fast you went for it, you cared about the fact he was showing interest.

The pretty boy pushed forward, his hands placing themselves on either side of your head as his nose connected with yours. Your breathing escalated. This was happening. It was happening. He was going to kiss you.

Your eyelids fluttered shut while both of your lips locked with one another. His lips softer than a cloud and the pressure enough to relieve the tension in you. You had been waiting for this for so long. The tugging between his mouth and yours. When his teeth pressed into your bottom lip or how his lashes brushed against your skin. He tasted like Sake and somewhat bitterly sweet like dark caramel. It was worth every ounce of waiting. Every bit.

His hair brushed with yours and the palm of his hand reached up to cup your cheek, moving it to the back of your neck over time. At some point, he needed to pull away for air and as he did, the two of you were back to locking eyes.

The way Megumi was staring at you gave you chills. It was like pure lust clouded over his expression. He was giving you that ‘fuck me’ look so obviously that it made your knees slightly buckle. To follow up with that, he went straight to the point by sliding down one of his hands to your bulge and groping it. His voice smooth like whiskey when adding, “Can I take these off?”

You melted like butter in his hands, instinctively bucking your hips into him and groaning with a nod. It was crazy how bad you wanted this. The damp spot of pre-cum on your boxers getting bigger and bigger the evidence of that.

Fushiguro unbuttoned and unzipped your pants easily, hooking his fingers in the loops to pull them down to your knees. He kissed your cheek and the side of your jaw while continuing down with them until he was at your neck, searching for a secret sweet spot.

Moans cascaded out of you bit by bit during his exploration, getting sharper around an area he kept brushing past. When he figured out where it was, he suckled on the skin and abused it enough to where a huge hickey rested there. He got your boxers off as well and the moment his fingers touched you, your hand grabbed his wrist and tightened.

“Fuck! Wait! I haven’t done this with anybody else before! This is a lot to take in,” you exclaimed, panting and looking down at the sight of your naked bottom half right next to his covered hard one. Sort of wishing that he didn’t put his clothes back on.

Megumi didn’t seem to be phased by that. Instead, he figured out what you were looking at and got to stripping them off too. Once he was in nothing, he gave a soft smile and reassured, “It’s okay, [F/N]. You can trust me with this. I just… I really need to do this with you.” It worked and made you relax your muscles, getting closer to him unconsciously.

Then he leaned forward and pressed his tip against yours, wrapping his big, rough hand around them before spitting on it. Pumping it up and down, matching the pace he was going for himself earlier, and using the same hand now that you mentioned it. Your head rested back into the wall as you grunted out what you were thinking impulsively, “Fuck, daddy.!” You weren’t trying to say it, you just did. Outing a kink to him that you swore no one would hear a single peep about. That was what you get for attempting something slightly not-safe-for-work with a guy you’ve had freaky dreams about.

You scanned his face for any small detail of him feeling disgusted, weirded out, all of the above; you found none of that. Rather, he was seemingly in awe from how his mouth parted. It shifted into him giving a small smirk, letting out the most sexually frustrated voice you’ve heard yet in a whisper, “Keep calling me that… And don’t you ever fucking stop.”

Shuddering, you were letting more and more noises go that you didn’t know you could make and he was savoring every single one. Moaning along with you, fucking his cock against yours, and smearing his pre-cum over the both of you like it was lube.

The sorcerer got impatient. He needed something better than this. He knew what he wanted, the idea felt so right to him, he couldn’t suppress the urge to. You were right there, perfectly laid out.

Fushiguro guided himself down, using one of his hands to grab your thigh and move you to the desk. You placed both of your palms behind you to support yourself, just as ready as he was, maybe even more. With a rush of dopamine, you got the courage to dirty talk back, “Please… I want you… Daddy.” The nickname was hesitated on, but that was because this was all so new to you. How could he be so comfortable with this?

As low as it was, Megumi was pleased with the request and bit his lip at the sight of you spreading your legs below him. He never would’ve thought he would get you like this and fuck, he wasn’t complaining. Hell, he felt lucky.

He positioned himself against you, but teased by rubbing in circles. Making sure that you were wet enough for him to slide in with no issue. That proved helpful as his dick inched inside soon after, easing all of it until he could feel himself so deep that it was close to your stomach. You were gripping onto his arms, one on his bicep, the other on his forearm. Squeezing harder than you ever had.

It hurt so fucking bad. Like he was ripping you apart and forcing your body to succumb to him. Tears brimmed your eyes and he noticed it, stopping and keeping himself there so you could adjust. ‘Fuck’, he mentally cursed to himself, ‘It’s his first… I’m his first.’ A part of him got excited repeating that, proud of it. “Shit, sorry… I’m sorry, baby… Tell me when you’re okay…” Megumi rambled while placing a tiny kiss on your lips to make up for the pain. Never fucking a guy had its drawbacks.

Eventually, you got used to the fullness and it eased away into the pleasure you’ve heard so many things about. You gave him the go by nodding and tightened your grip to get yourself ready. A shocked gasp jumped out when he did the first thrust. It felt amazing. Too amazing.

You begged for more, “Please, faster. I want it. I want you to destroy me…” Losing yourself to the feeling of his huge dick fucking in and out of you, your cries got louder and desperate. Especially when his hand went to wrapping around your shaft to stimulate you even further. The pumping, the ramming, and his growls from his own enjoyment with your body all crashed down onto you.

Your edge was nearing, rushing at you with full speed, and coming closer by the minute as Megumi buried himself to where you could feel his tip poking out of your stomach. You cried out in pleasure, “Gumi! Fuck! You’re too deep…!” Arching your back and rolling your eyes, your dick started to twitch.

He chuckled and went faster with his hand, pumping the cum out of you basically and letting it explode onto your chest. It covered the majority of your lower half and dripped down as he continued to ram you into the desk. More sputtering out while he was fucking the high out of you. Your eyes were lazily closing, your mind becoming numb and dumb from the overstimulation.

Moans were blending together as your body threw a fit, digging your nails into any skin you could. He held you tightly there so you wouldn’t escape, doing you so hard now that it was sounding like everything was going to collapse underneath you.

Fushiguro praised you throughout this as an apology, “God, you feel so good… I can feel you holding me there inside… Like you want me to fucking breed you, [Y/N]..!”

That sent another orgasm over you and caused your cum to spill everywhere again, your legs sticky with it at this point. But, he kept going. He was so close. Right there.

The raven-haired man clawed at the edges of the desk when he was reaching cloud nine, thrusting in hard and passionate. He made sure to fuck his seed inside of you until it was like you were being bred by him. You knew you couldn’t conceive, but it sure as hell would be the case if you could. His muscles stopped tensing the moment he was done and he let out a satisfied sigh that was rare to hear, “If I knew sex with you was going to be that good, I would’ve made you my boyfriend sooner.”

With a peck on the forehead, he pulled out of you and let you catch your breath. ‘Boyfriend? He called me his boyfriend?’ that was all that could repeat in your mind as he walked over to where your clothes were scattered to clean. When everything was put away and he wiped up most of what he could off of the both of you, Megumi decided to have you come home with him. Walking out of the classroom together, he excitedly chimed, “Thanks for the birthday present, [F/N]!”

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min-hoax · 1 year ago

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dirty little secrets - knj

Summary: Namjoon was a hopeless romantic. He thought that was his destiny, and for you? That was simply your doom.

Pairing: Yandere! Namjoon x F! Reader

Word Count: 8.25K

Warning(s): Obsession, stalking, he’s so delusional 😍, the reader is a messy bitch BUT I love her, infidelity, underage drinking, mentions of drugZ (characters are over 18!), mentions of suicide, manslaughter, mentions of blood and a dead body, mentions of attempted SA, MDNI 18+ SMUT SMUT SMUT, cunnilingus, fingering, loss of virginity, sliiiiiiiight breeding kink (it’s me, yall should’ve known😭)

A/N: I know I said I’d be gone, but I got so inspired!! This fic is written in Namjoon’s POV! Enjoy being in our lovely yanderes’ mind. 😈 UNEDITED!!!

I dreamt of you before I met you.

In my romanticizing mind where I’d day dream about our life and what could be. You, wrapped around my arms as you slept. Us, on a trip that you desired to go to ever since you were a child.

It was moments like those that made me wait for you, and only for you because the moment I set my eyes on you, I was a goner.

I smiled at you from across the room when we locked eyes, the blaring music thundering inside my chest as you sat on a table, your legs swinging up and down. You nodded when your friend voiced something loudly, agreeing to whatever it was, but yet your eyes remained on mine.

I caught your eyes just like you caught mine.

But my admiration did not last long for a boy slithered his way into your embrace, a red cup of liquor in his hand that he passed to you while pecking your lips. I should have known a beautiful angel like you was bound to be in the arms of a lover, but how come I felt a little pang on my chest the second your lips locked with his?

I knew we were meant to be because how did the universe connect us both so effortlessly? It wanted us together and I knew that the second I saw you again. I set my eyes on you that same night, this time not at a house party, but at your own home.

Our home.

The move frightened me and caused my calamitous mind to drown in nightmares of what could be’s, but once I set foot in the town that I now called my home, I knew everything was going to be fine. Everyone was kind and welcoming and I didn’t even spend a sweat in finding a home once I packed my childhood home up and made my way north.

The memories of my mother were too haunting and I simply could not bear it. I had enough money from the life insurance company I acquired after her passing and made the decision so quickly after.

I found the ad one Saturday afternoon: Room For Rent! $525 A Month. ALL Amenities Included. I talked to a woman on the phone (now I know it was your mother) when I reached out, allowing her to know I was interested in the offer. She was kind and after a longing while of questions, she accepted and I made my way to you. I just didn’t know it then.

Your scream from fright made me jump, the cup of water in my hands slightly dripping droplets on the wooden ground. “What the fuck?” You muttered, taking a step back. Your eyes were messy with makeup, the night no doubt taking a toll on your sleep, after all it was three in the morning when you walked inside. “Who the hell are you?”

I meant to speak, but the creek of your mothers’ door opening upstairs kept me from opening my mouth, and seeing you standing before me did not help either. Your mother made her way to us, wrapping her pink fleecy robe around her waist. Your scream no doubt roused her from sleep.

“What’s going on - oh.” She looked at us. Did she not tell you about me? Perhaps not, it was obvious. But I was slightly afraid that I’d be scolded by your mother. I was free to roam the inside of your home to make my meals and shower and get a cup of water in the middle of the night, but yet you were her daughter and mothers were always fiercely protective. I knew.

“Sweetheart.” She started and smiled. “This is Namjoon. I guess I didn’t tell you he’d be renting the room at back.”

“Uh, since when?”

“Since… two nights ago?” She looked at me, trying to remember. I nodded. “Yes, since Thursday. I’m Kim Namjoon, it’s nice to meet you.”

I didn’t know I was desperate to feel your touch, but as soon as your hands fit in mind when you shook it and introduced yourself with a tired smile on your face, I shuddered.

“Well I'm glad you weren’t an intruder.” Your hand slipped from mind as you made your way into the kitchen, fetching a glass and filling it with water whilst speaking. “Just, mom, please give me a heads up next time.”

Next time? I wasn’t planning on leaving anytime soon. I knew there were others before me, the wall by my bed was vandalized with small figures and initials that read KTH, and I always wondered who resided in the room I now slept in.

You looked like an angel when you took a step towards the stairs, turning your head to smile at me one last time. The light on the ceiling gifted you with a glow that made me smile like an idiot. “Goodnight.”

Oh, I was a goner.

I couldn’t help it. I was never a violent person and I even surprised myself when I thought of punching your boy in his perfect face. I knew for a fact that though I was taller and was at an advantage, I could not win in a fight because I had never been in one. I was never the confrontational type.

He was the epitome of perfection. Round, but define cheeks, plump pink lips that made my jaw clench when yours connected with his, and blonde hair that fit him perfectly. He was everything that I wasn’t and that made me want to shrivel up inside and scream with rage until my throat was sore and my voice was nonexistent.

But I could only dream.

“Namjoon, please, help yourself.” Your mothers voice called for me, taking me out of my thoughts and onto the situation that I did not want to deal with. You and Park Jimin.

He sat before me, a plate of breakfast on the diner table and an arm wrapped around the back of you as you nursed a cup of coffee.

There was something with you and coffee. I always noticed you would make yourself a cup, take a few sips, but you never finished it. Always throwing it out the drain before you made your way to school. I always wondered. Until I didn’t.

I wasn’t in school, not yet anyway. After I graduated a few years back my mother tried her best to steer me towards it, but I wasn’t interested, even after the various scholarships I was offered. I knew I could still, for I was smart and capable. There was a part of me that did want to, just to simply join you at the community college you and Jimin went to, but I refrained.

I wasn’t a stalker.

“So Namjoon, how are you liking it here?” Jimin suddenly spoke with a bright smile on his cheeks. It wasn’t that it took me by surprise, Jimin had never spoken to me directly, but I didn’t want him to talk to me. To me, the younger boy was obnoxiously loud and a nuisance.

I breathed as I pushed the want of rolling my eyes. But instead, I took a finger on the bridge of my glasses and pushed them up. I smiled.

“It’s great.” I replied, nodding. “Everyone is kind and the setting is absolutely beautiful. The forestation that surrounds us is amazing.” I couldn’t help but to look at you as I voiced my opinion. I wasn’t lying, you were absolutely beautiful. Absolutely perfect.

Jimin raised a brow and chuckled. “Well, I’m glad. I’ve never really noticed what surrounds us, but I agree.” And with a sip of his apple juice, the conversation between us ended.

I was glad.

But where a conversation dies, another one starts. Your mother was a very talkative person. I had only been with you all for about two weeks in a half, but I felt like I knew her for years. She talked about herself a. lot, and I only wished that she did of you, but I figured she was just lonely after her husband’s passing.

She talked about him all the time and I noticed that she refrained from speaking about him when you were around. From what she spoke of your father, he seemed like a good man. It was only after you left one day to go to school, she finally confessed. She cornered me in the laundry room when I went to gather my clothes and started speaking of everything and anything, until she came about your father.

“My love struggled a lot when he was on earth side. He was fine for a while, but it got too much for him and one day he decided to leave us. My sweet girl found him.”

After that, I finally understood. Why she never spoke of him when you were present and why you made yourself a cup of coffee, but never drank it. The cup was your fathers, engraved with his initials on the side.

I felt my heart break for you and all I could say was that I was sorry. You didn’t deserve to live with the trauma inside of your wonderful mind and inside your perfect heart. In a way I understood you. My mother had gotten sick, until one day the sickness enveloped her whole until she was left with nothing and I was left with a hole inside my chest. There was nothing else to do for her.

My heart jumped as you stood because it mean you’d leave. I could only look at you as you made your way to the sink (as expected) took a farewell sip of the coffee before dumping it in.

“Have a good day.” I said with a wide smile as you retrieved your backpack and the baby blue cup you seemed to take with you everywhere. At least you stayed hydrated. I knew because you had to go to the restroom often.

You returned it, that beautiful smile that made me want to kneel at your feet and beg you to smile for all of eternity. “Thank you, Namjoon.” And you walked, “Bye mom, love you.”

My smile died as Jimin wrapped his arm around your neck, kissing your cheek. And you smiled. I only looked away, watching you unlock your vehicle and getting inside of it.

This jealousy only seemed to grow. I couldn’t help it. I wished you weren’t someone else’s. I wish that my miserable self had gotten here just a little bit earlier, maybe then you’d have been mine.

But would you have liked me?

I never considered myself someone who others would accept romantically. Growing up, I was a lame excuse of a human being, always too shy, always too quiet and afraid to speak my mind. As I grew older, I got better at communicating with the people around me, but I still stuttered when I spoke, and still struggled to continue a conversation.

It was a blessing and a curse because nobody spoke to me, just as I wanted it to be.

As I wrote, I simply couldn’t focus. All I thought of was you, every day and every second that passed by. No one had ever captivated my mind the way you did. I waited for you in my home right outside in the backyard. There was a small window by the door - the only way to get inside and out. It faced yours and I would always see you once you arrived and came home from school.

We had a routine. You’d see me through the curtains, and we’d smile at each other as I worked and I couldn’t wait until dinner arrived because I’d be in your presence and you’d be in mine.

There was something in your eyes that made me believe that you… wanted me. Was I delusional? I’d see it every single time you’d pull your chair out for dinner. You’d give me a smirk as you made your way next to me and I would only give a small hello and thank your mother for the delicious food that she had prepared. But through it, you’d look at me through the corner of your eye and I would only pretend I didn’t see.

You had Jimin. You weren’t like that. That’s what I truly believed until you came stumbling into my room, drunk in the middle of the night and immediately grabbing onto my shirt and connecting your lips with mine.

My heart had never pounded so fast. It took me by surprise which is why I took a hold of your shoulders and gently took a step back. “What are you doing?” Your eyes were bloodshot, like you’d been crying and I cupped your warm cheeks into my hands and took a glance at your cherry-burgundy lips.

“Do you not want me?” The tone in how you voiced the question made my heart ache; begging and fretful. How could you say such a thing? I have always wanted you, but not like this.

“Come. Sit.” I grabbed your wrist and I sat you on the edge of my bed. “What’s going on? What happened?” I towered over you as you sniffled and looked at me with tearful eyes.

“Jimin, -“

Of course.

“ - he doesn’t want to have sex with me.” You said it so meekly that I almost didn’t hear you. “He - he keeps making excuses about how he wants to wait till marriage, but I mean that is such bullshit! It’s outdated and stupid. Who at this date and age does not want to have sex? He’s not even religious!” As much as it pained me to see the tears falling from your eyes so delicately, I couldn’t help but to feel a sense of victory through your defeat.

Did this mean your relationship with Jimin was coming to an end? It had to, right? You seemed happy at his side, but now, as I saw the proof in front of me, it was all a faux.

But there was also a part of me that felt angry. Was I just your second choice? Would you have come for me and begged for me to bed you if you had other men wrapped around your finger?

“Well, -“ I started slowly, taking a seat to the right of you. “ - sometimes people like to wait, you know, just to be sure that the person they're giving themselves up for is… worth it.”

You sniffled again, wiping at your face. “You - you think he thinks I’m not worth it? We’ve been together for almost two years.”

Remind me, why don’t you.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I wouldn’t be able to tell you myself, but a girl like you, you’re worth everything. To give up for, to kill for. Just say the words and you’ll have men at their knees. You decide.”

You were taunting me, it was so obvious. With those deliciously roguish eyes that eyed me with want and the skirts that barely covered your bottoms with the shirts that you paired that were the definition of skimpy, I knew what game you were playing.

It was when your arms would stray away from your lap and would just gently touch my arms at dinner, I knew that you wanted me the way I wanted you.

But it was wrong. Although I hated Jimin, I couldn’t help but to think that if I were in his position, your betrayal would wound me like no other. He seemed to love you, yet here you were, teasing me with your sensual eyes and your beautiful body that I absolutely wanted to ravish and worship.

But through the slight guilt I felt, there was a part of me that was… happy. Your mother was a nurse, working mostly every night at the local hospital which left me home, alone with you and with my tumultuous mind. You and Jimin were almost similar it seemed. You’d argue almost every night when he stayed to keep you company.

And though I couldn’t help but to feel jealous, a part of me was comfortable with him at your side because after that night that you came to me for comfort, the virgin wanted to wait until marriage.

My mother raised me right which is why I pushed myself away from listening to your heated match. But how could I? I had never met someone who could screech in anger the way you did to him.

He left soon thereafter, slamming the door with such force that it made my body jump from the sound. I fought with myself to go check on you, maybe you needed your space, but the thought of you crying was enough to do me in. I grabbed a glass and filled it with water, climbing the stairs and making my way to you.

The knock on the door was almost timid and quiet, but even when you didn’t answer, I gently opened it, and there you were, in a fetus position laying on your side, hugging a giant teddy bear to your chest.

“Hi.” You whispered looking up at me with those eyes that I loved so much. But they were swollen, and my immediate thought was to comfort you. I didn’t think when I sat at your side, brushing the strands of hair that were at the front of your face.

“Hey, there beautiful.”

You huffed, “I look far from beautiful right now.”

How could you ever think that? You were an angel fallen from heaven.

“Do you think he hates me? I said some pretty shitty things.”

I refrained from rolling my eyes, but for your sake I simply shook my head. “Of course not. I’m sure he understands that people say shitty things when they're angry. I mean, I’m sure he has said some things to you before, no?”

With a shake of your head you maneuvered your body, landing right on your back with the teddy bear on top.

“No, Jimin isn’t like that. He’s quiet in moments like these. I feel like that makes me angrier, you know? Like tell me something, tell me that I’m a bitch or that you hate me, but say something! Anything!”

I understand why he kept quiet. I would never say things of that magnitude to you. It was a disrespect that no one could come back from because you would never deserve it.

“So you like to be degraded?” I teased, raising a brow.

“What?” You chuckled. There it was. Just exactly what I wanted. “Of course not, Namjoon!” I smiled at the playful strike you landed on my thigh. “I’m just saying, I just feel like he doesn’t try to communicate.”

“Well… maybe you need to find someone else.” I couldn’t believe what I was doing. “Someone who could take your needs as theirs and actually knows how to communicate. My mother always said that communication was key in a relationship.”

“But I love him.” I swear, my chest felt like it was struck with something so tight that I couldn’t comprehend. How could you say something like that in my presence? Couldn’t you see how much I loved you?

And through my anger, I couldn’t help but to reply. “Sometimes, loving someone means you have to let them go. I know it’s hard, but I know you know Jimin isn’t good for you. All this arguing, this crying, it will only take a toll on you that you cannot take.”

Your fingertips on my thigh took me by surprise, stroking it with such sensuality as you looked up at me with those eyes that screamed for me to take you to bed. “And how would you know, hm? Have you ever had a girlfriend, Namjoon?”

My breath hitched as your fingers played with the waist of my pants, tugging them down just slightly. “N - no.”

It was a lie. But why bring past mistakes into my future? I hated lying to you, but a little white lie would never hurt.

“No?” You hummed, now on your knees as you came closer. I could feel your breathing and as my hands guided you into my lap, I couldn’t hold back anymore.

My lips connected with yours with such hunger, such intensity. How I longed to hold you close and have you by my side. Your body wrapped around mine felt so right, like a puzzle piece I knew I was missing. Couldn’t you see? We were perfect for each other.

With a small grunt, I laid you down on your bed without separating myself from you, desperately taking off your oversized shirt that you hid your alluring body from. And with hunger, I wrapped my lips around your beautiful breasts, pecking your sternum and making my way down to the waist of your pants. You complied, raising your hips and allowing me to remove the nuisance from your waist.

And what a sight. There wasn’t an inch of you that I couldn’t find a flaw. Stretch marks followed the side of your thighs, and along the middle of your tummy. I kissed them with reverence before my tongue dove inside the place I always wanted to be in.

You tasted absolutely divine. And I was hungry for more as I sucked on the little pearl between your legs, wrapping my hands around your thighs and hugging you closer.

“Namjoon.” You whimpered, and that made me want you even more.

The small little gasp you made made me smirk and I didn’t hold back from bringing you close to the orgasm that you were on the brink of, but I held back. I wanted to be inside of you as I came and held my hold inside of you. You looked up at me as I undressed, my sweatpants on the ground in an instant before I held you tight between my arms and entered the place I had dreamt of being.

Your brows furrowed from the uncomfortableness, it was to be expected as I was your first - the first man that had ever been inside of you. The thought almost brought me to the brink, but I wanted your first time to be loving and special.

And just as I expected, the feeling was euphoric and I couldn’t help but to moan and drop my head in the warmth of your neck. Your hands held my neck tight as you adjusted, soft little pants escaping your precious lips. “I know, sweetheart. I know.” I whispered, giving you soft little pecks on your lips and on your forehead as comfort.

“I - I think you can move.”

“Are you sure?” The furrow in between your brows was gone, but I wasn’t sure. I didn’t want to hurt you, but when you nodded and gave me a smile, I pulled away from the warmth between your legs, and made my way in once again.

At that moment, my dreams were coming true. Jimin was nonexistent as I knew it was the same for you. You muttered my name and my name only as you held me with a vice grip and kissed me on the lips.

I had never been brought to such ecstasy the way I did with you. After you came for the first time before I brought you to more, I soon followed, gasping for breath from the feeling of you holding by cock with such a vice grip.

We took a breath for a second as we giggled like school children and kissed each other hard. But you were insatiable. You wanted for more even as your legs shook with exhaustion and you mounted me and rode me like I was the last man on earth.

But of course, you needed to sleep and your body knew it, and soon after we finished making love, your eyes drooped and you slept so soundly, close to my chest and my beating heart.

I couldn’t help but to stroke your belly. Maybe… my seed would take place inside of you and you’d be pregnant before we knew it. In my mind, I sickly hoped that you were. I knew that I was going out on a limb and that one couldn’t get pregnant with just one night, but I wanted you to be.

I always dreamt of a family. Was I so wrong to want something with the woman I loved?

But the righteous won. We were still young and… Jimin, Jimin was still in the picture. Goddamn Park Jimin. I hated him with everything I had, and I hated my mind even more for ruining the afterglow I was basking in.

With I sigh, I gently kissed the crown of your head, getting dressed with the thought of making my way to a pharmacy and getting you a contraceptive to prevent pregnancy. I knew it wasn’t right.

Your phone buzzed on your nightstand and with a glance, my stomach dropped as I read it.

JiHoon: Hey, baby. I loved that little present you gave me. See you soon?

I couldn’t help the tears from forming and with a slam to your door, I left your bedroom, no doubt rousing you from your sleep.

I couldn’t stop staring at you. The night you gifted me with stuck to my mind. You gave me something forbidden that I couldn’t come back from. After I left your bedroom, I made my way to the pharmacy, slightly smiling at the only cashier and took the bag with me. I left it on your nightstand, but I couldn’t bear to look as you slept.

You betrayed me.

You kept betraying me. The fight you had with Jimin seemed to be forgotten. You two lovebirds were inseparable the following day. Were you not guilty? Or did you just stick by his side because he was all you knew and you couldn’t let go?

I knew I could give you something better. Something that was worth your time and effort. I’ll take you out of this town that you lived in your whole life and perhaps we could live in the home I grew up in. It wasn’t much, but it would be enough for the both of us.

“Hey, Namjoon.” You smiled, but it didn’t reach your eyes. You awkwardly looked away and eyed Jimin. You couldn’t even look me in the eyes.

You both sat at the hanging bench that was at the front of your house, your arm wrapped around his. Jimin smiled at me, nodding at my precence, but I didn’t follow. I couldn’t help but to glare. But as soon as it formed, I hid it, immediately smiling bright, looking down at the both of you.

I was feeling messy.

“Did you take it?”

It was obvious I caught you off guard. You gulped, letting out a nervous chuckle. Jimin, of course had no idea about the contraceptive I had bought you, and I took pride and a bit of sick pleasure at your unprepared face

“Take what?” Jimin questioned with furrowed brows.

“Uh - just, I - I had a headache last night, and uh, Namjoon gave me pain killers. That’s it.”

You weren’t a great liar, but you were fast.

“Good.” I nodded, “You should just have a few on hand, you know, for when it happens again because headaches -“ I eyed Jimin, shaking my head, “they’re the worst.”

“Right. You know what, we were leaving. We have a movie to watch.” You stood quickly, taking a hold of your lover's hand and when you walked and I was at your back, I spoke once again.

“You don’t mind if I tag along?”

There was a pause as the birds chirped and Jimin turned. “Uh, yeah sure, why not?” I knew the invite was just a lie, but I knew the man wasn’t going to turn me down; he was kind and simply couldn’t take it.

“I’ll drive.” I offered, my long legs allowing me to walk ahead and just as I wanted, I stood next to you, opening the door to my vehicle and letting you go first. “Thanks.” You muttered.

The drive was… unpleasant. As much as Jimin tried to make small conversation, it simply didn’t go anywhere. I hated to admit, but Jimin wasn’t so bad. He tried his best to make me comfortable and no doubt himself, but I despised him and a part of him knew.

When we arrived at the theater after Jimin kept instructing me where to go, I paid for the tickets and for the snacks. I figured it was the least I could do after I stuck with you both like a leech. Jimin was thankful, patting me on the back and taking a seat on the tables the theater offered. He nodded when you voiced you needed to go to the restroom, and I took a seat, taking a sip of the cherry slushee.

“I don’t mean to pry, but did she tell you what happened last night?” His question caught me off guard.

“She didn’t have to tell me. I heard everything.”

He grimaced. “Yeah, about that, I’m sorry you had to hear that. It’s just - when she gets like that, she can’t stop and it’s difficult to speak.”

Was he seriously blaming you right now?

“No,” I replied, shaking my head. “I completely understand. Don’t worry about it.”

“You ever had a girlfriend, Namjoon?” Why did it sound like he was mocking me? Did I seem to be below him because I didn’t carry his fair skin and plump pink lips? He was everything I wasn’t - had everything I wanted, and I wanted to punch him until he was left unrecognizable and no one would ever look his way.

“No.” I replied with a shake of my head. “Not really.” He looked at me with confusion. “What do you mean, ‘not really’?

I despised thinking of Anna, and leave it to Jimin to bring back memories I wanted to bury deep in my consciousness. She was a woman who deserved no mercy, not after the way she spoke of my mother, like if she were scum below her shoes.

My mother was the light of my life and there wasn’t a day that went by that I didn’t think of her and held her close to my heart.

I loved Anna, or at least I thought I did, and I admit, it did hurt me letting her go, but now I know that what I had with her was never love. She was a fiend, and you are an angel.

“I prefer not to talk about it. Do you mind if I go to the restroom?”

“No, of course no -“

I didn’t even let him finish. With caution, I checked my surroundings before I entered the women’s restroom, intently scanning the thin wooden doors of the stalls and once I caught the black Converse’s you wore, I placed my back against the wall, and waited.

The small little gasp of fear that escaped your mouth once you saw me made me smile. “Sorry. I just had to talk to you.” I shrugged, grabbing your wrists to bring you close. I couldn’t deny that it pained me when I went in to kiss you and you pushed me away.

There was confusion written all over my face, it was obvious, and you noticed.

“What the hell are you doing, Namjoon? Jimin is right outside and you can get in trouble if someone finds you in here.”

“I just wanted to talk to you. You - you have been acting weird ever since yesterday. I get it - just come over to my room tonight, yeah? Please? I have something I want to give you.”

You raised your brows. “Another plan B pill?

“Well, if I didn’t get it for you, you might as well could’ve been pregnant at this very moment. If you wanted to have my baby, you could have just said so.”

Would that really have been that bad?

“Don’t be an ass, dude.” With a huff and a roll of your eyes, you turned, making your way to the sink and pumping soap onto your hands. I followed just behind you and took you by the hips.

“Please?” My hands slithered lower and by the look of the reflection, I knew you were craving for more just as much as I was.

“O - okay. Fine. Just, let me go first or Jimin will realize what’s going on.”

“By all means,-“ I gestured with my hand. - ladies first.” And with a stolen kiss I smiled, seeing you walk away and no doubt, into the arms of my mortal enemy.

My leg shook with anticipation as I looked at the clock on my desk: 2:36AM. You said you’d be here, so where the hell were you? As soon as we got home from the theater, you said goodbye to Jimin and locked yourself inside your room. I knew because I knocked on your door multiple times before giving up and making my way to the little backyard home I resided in.

I huffed, landing with a thump on my bed, entertaining myself with the charm bracelet that was on my hand. My heart pounded once I heard two little knocks on my door and I instantly stood up and opened the door.

I smiled brightly once I saw you, dressed in a gray v-neck shirt and baby pink pajama pants with cupcakes cluttered on the cloth. “Hey, beautiful. What took you so long?”

You made your way in, taking a seat on my bed. “I took a nap.”

I chuckled and raised a brow. “You don’t take naps.”

Teasing, you replied, getting rid of your slippers and wrapping yourself around my blanket. “And how would you know that? Hm?”

I shrugged, “Through your window. You snore, do you know that?” I laughed out loud when you smacked me with my pillow, gasping with offense. “No I do not! You’re such a little liar!”

This could be our future.

Content and happiness, just you and I. Our home filled with laughs and quick witted banters. Couldn’t you see? We belonged together. I knew it the second I saw you.

“Here.”

My hand was out, presenting you the bracelet that I cherished as a part of me. My mother never took it off, from what I knew, she’d had it in her early teens and kept it since. You meant everything to me now, and it was yours to have.

“It’s beautiful Namjoon.” You gasped, sitting upright, stroking the charms.

“It was my mothers. I want you to have it.” I could see it in your eyes, you wanted to decline, but I wouldn’t allow it. “Please.”

I took a hold of your wrist, wrapping the jewelry around your carpus and connecting the clasp.

“Namjoon, I can -“

“Yes.” I pushed. “You can. I want you to have it. I have no purpose for it. It doesn’t fit and I’d rather it be used than to be locked inside a box without it ever seeing daylight again. Please? It would mean a lot to me.”

You eyed me for a few seconds then sighed. “Okay, fine. Thank you. I promise I’ll take great care of it.”

I didn’t doubt it for a second. You took me by surprise because like a flash of light, you engulfed me and kissed me with need. I didn’t hesitate to reciprocate. In seconds I wrapped you in my arms and our clothes were nonexistent - dropped on the floor in a haste to make ourselves whole.

I will never get enough of you. Your little gasp of pleasure made my tummy fill with extreme need as I entered you and held you close. It was intimate, our love making sounds resounding in my room. You cupped my face, gently stroking as if I wasn’t real and you wanted to verify if I was really there, making love to you.

“I’m here. I got you, sweetheart.”

And I was never letting you go.

The frantic 2AM call took me by surprise. It woke me from the deep slumber I was in, but the moment I saw your name on my screen, I didn’t hesitate to disconnect my phone from its charger and answer. I called your name in question and your distraught voice I heard next.

It was distressing, hysterical.

“Namjoon? I didn't know who else to call, but - but can you please come? I - I need your help, I don’t know what I di - he’s not fucking moving -he’s not answering i just pushed him and-

“Breathe, I’m on my way okay, just stay there. Don’t move.”

I don’t think I have ever sped the way I did making my way to you. As I parked my car on the side of the abandoned road, behind the white car with its hazards flashing bright, I knew something had happened.

Something terrible that you had done.

It wasn’t until I stepped out of my vehicle that I saw his limped body on the asphalt, a puddle of scarlet blood oozing from his head. You sat at his side with your knees inside your chest and with your frizzy hair at the front of your face, you looked up at me slowly. “He’s dead.”

I would’ve never thought I’d have to get rid of a dead body. A part of me felt disgusted as the monstrous act I had done devoured me whole, but I didn’t feel… guilt.

The immense jealousy that raged within me kept me from doing so. You met him, the bastard that made me cry after I made you mine for the first time, JiHoon, on a deserted road to enjoy hiding your dirty little secret: your adulterous little soul. I wished I understood why you felt the need to run into the arms of another when you had Jimin, you had me and god only knew how many others.

But even then, I still wanted you, through your imperfections and your need to want other men even though they caused me absolute agony. Good riddance to the bludgeoned man who crossed your path. He forced himself on you and there was only one way the night was going to end.

I’d done it to protect you, to keep you sane and perhaps even have you to myself.

The night bound us as one. A clandestine service that we would take to our deaths.

After I placed the cold corpse into my trunk, I took the tiny packet of white substance that laid on the concrete ground, and placed it inside my jeans. It was a good thing you both came in your car. There wouldn’t be any suspiciousness, hopefully, and we’d forget about this illicit night.

“Go home.” I said in seriousness, taking a hold of you by the nape of your hair. I was angry at you that I couldn’t even look you in the eye. “I’ll take care of him.”

You nodded and sniffled, cupping my hand and gently rubbed. “Thank you.”

And with a start of the engine, you raised your window up, and drove away.

“Namjoon!” Your mothers voice made my body jerk from surprise. I was on edge, it was human and I wanted nothing more than to get out of the situation I knew would take a while to get rid of. Your mother loved to talk.

“Hello.” I muttered with an empty smile. Your home smelled divine with the aroma of freshly made food, but I didn’t have an appetite. Who would?

“Will you join me today? My sweetheart of a daughter isn’t feeling too well. She came home reeking of god knows what and emptied her guts as soon as she stepped foot in the door.” With a shake of her head, she took a seat, gulping down the glass of wine in an instant.

If only she knew that her ‘sweetheart of a daughter’ wasn’t such a sweetheart after all. She had a dirty little secret and I was her accomplice.

“No. I apologize. I had a long night. I only wish to go to bed, if you do not mind.” I felt terrible for turning her down, but the only thought in my mind was to see you. To nurse you back to health even when I knew that you were traumatized by what you have done.

Your mother sighed and shrugged. “I understand. Have a good night.”

“Do you mind if I go see her? I just want to make sure she’s okay.”

She smiled. “Of course.”

I didn’t have to be told twice. My long legs took me there in seconds and as soon as I walked inside your bedroom, I took a seat beside you. You laid there on your side, your eyes red and swollen from the tears that were nonstop. “Can you lay with me, please?”

Who was I to not obey? I took you onto my chest, cupping your wet cheeks onto my hands. “Shh, baby. It’s okay.”

You muttered as you sobbed. “I - I’m sorry, I didn’t mea -“

“Shh, I know. You did nothing wrong, my love. But I want you to promise something, can you do that?”

You nodded. “You can’t speak to anyone about this, okay? No matter how much you want to. You weren’t there, do you hear me? I wasn’t there.”

Shakily, you breathed and nodded once again. “I understand.”

“But now you know why not to do such a thing, hm? It’s not okay. You’re lying to me, to Jimin all for what? You did something that you will never forgive yourself for, but I want you to know that I will do it all over again, for you. Do you understand?”

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”

—

After you slept like an angel wrapped around my arms, I left, not wanting your mom to come into your room and find us wrapped around each other.

I had trouble falling asleep, but soon thereafter, sleep found me and I slept soundly. I couldn’t believe I had. Ian hadn’t even crossed my mind. The scoundrel was six feet under and he’ll remain there where no one was to find him. Good riddance.

But you, you would never be the same. You were a murderer. An angel of death that brought a man to his knees for the simple act of crossing your path. And it seemed I was following the same path, I wasn’t dead, but when you would betray me, I would feel death dawn on me, getting closer and closer with every treachery you committed. But yet, you would bring me to cloud nine. How? I would never understand.

But I understood that I loved you. I love you like I have never loved anyone before. And though it suffocated me and drowned me, I always went back for more. I will always go back for more.

“Good morning.” I smiled, pecking the crown of your head as you sat with your legs crossed in the dining room, a fork at your fingertips, playing with the food on the plate. Your mother was gone, no doubt picking up an early shift at the local hospital, but as the doting mother that she was, she had left breakfast at the ready for you.

You gave me a tight lipped smile that made me frown. Your eyes were swollen, almost hollow when you looked at me. He was haunting your mind, his shadow following you, no doubt. But even when I knew, I had to ask. I couldn’t bear the thought of you in pain.

“How are you holding up?”

You shrugged, biting your lips. “I don’t know. Is it weird that I don’t know what I’m actually feeling? I can’t explain it, even though I really really want to.”

“It’s okay to feel that way. You went through something… traumatic, and you won’t bounce back from it as soon as possible. It takes time, but I promise as time continues, it’ll get easier.”

You eyed me. “How do you know that?”

You skeptical little, beautiful thing.

“…I am just placing myself in your shoes, I tend to do that in certain situations. Would you like more breakfast?”

You shook your head, taking one last bite of the egg before standing up. “No, thank you. I'm meeting with Jimin.”

You moved, making your way up the stairs as my jaw clenched in anger, and my words made you stop in your tracks. “Jimin, hm? I - I thought you were ending things with him.”

You turned with furrowed brows, “I never said that.” Will this be the first time I’d feel your fury towards me? It was obvious I’d pushed a button.

“No? I thought the night before might’ve been an answer to your actions. You no longer love him. You have proved it time and time again, have you not?”

“You don’t know shit, Namjoon. I love hi-“

I couldn’t help it, I was infuriated by your nonsense comment that you didn’t mean. “You’re cheating on him with me! You have multiple times. And don’t even get me started on the man that you killed last night because I’m sure you weren’t there only for the coke, or am I wrong? Hm? Why in the hell do you still go back to him!”

“Because I can, Namjoon. Because I can. And it’s none of your fucking business anyway!”

“Yesterday was my business. You had no one else to call because you don’t trust anyone. You trust me! Not Jimin, not even the friends you don’t have, not even your own mother!”

I struck a cord. I gasped when you hurled a glass cup my away and I only managed to move away immediately before it struck me.

“Fuck you, Namjoon! Fuck you!” And with that, you walked away, grabbing your keys from the bowl near the door and slamming the door with such force that it shook the walls.

I stood there paralyzed and it wasn’t until I noticed that my body was shivering with anger? With distress? I couldn’t tell, but I was crying. The tears fell freely after being locked inside for what seemed like years and with blurry vision, I grabbed the broom and picked up your mess that your temper had caused.

That’s what I started to do ever since I met you: pickup after you and the disarray you left behind, and perhaps even myself. You left me in shambles and before I knew it, I was on the ground, on my knees as my shoulders shook from the sobs that escaped my chest.

And there, on the ground, in the depths of hell I felt I was in, I knew you had dug your grave. I loved you with everything I had, but this couldn’t go on any longer.

You had made your choice and I couldn't change your mind.

If I can’t have you, then you will not have anybody else.

The anonymous tip came in at midnight. I could see the blinding blue lights coming from the front yard of your house even where I resided.

Three police vehicles made themselves welcome in your yard, and I only knew exactly what was happening. Your mothers voice was louder than usual, hysterical as the officers handcuffed you and declared you your rights, walking you out onto the awaiting SUV. I made myself known, asking with faux concern and holding your mother’s shoulders as she cried, almost wanting to drag herself over to you.

There were tears in your eyes once I finally looked at you. You knew it was me and I held absolute pride even when I truly felt for you. But there was something more important in my eyes that you instantly understood.

My menacing and threatening look in my gaze. I had your mother in my grasp and if you wanted to see her once again - behind bars of course, you’d do best to keep quiet about what I had done. What I did for YOU.

Did you really think I would’ve done such a thing for you without looking out for me? I knew exactly the type of person you were, but yet, I still fell for you deeply, like no else had done - like Jimin never did.

I knew where JiHoons’ body was placed, I knew absolutely everything, and I knew enough not to wipe away your DNA from his body, your hair that I took a hold of after I told you to go home when you murdered him in cold blood.

I placed you on such a high pedestal and I despised knowing that it took me such a long time to comprehend such a thing. But I still loved you so much.

The moment I set my sight on you, I viewed you as an angel fallen from above, a beautiful creature that did no wrong.

But you weren’t an angel.

You were my hell on earth. Though you brought me to such highs, you brought me to a low, and saddened mess. Your loyal puppeteer that you knew you could manipulate just as you wanted because you knew the hold you had on me.

But you made a mistake with me and though I loved you, you had a price to pay.

It’s what you deserved.

Much love.

- Kim Namjoon.

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💘 firstprince please :)

💘 fake relationship / mutual pining / dared to kiss (I skipped ahead on prompts so I could write the companion piece to this ficlet. if you were hoping for fake relationship, watch this space, I have another one of these hearts to do lol. read all the kiss ficlets)

Alex doesn’t know how he got himself into this situation.

To be fair, coming out was entirely his idea. It’d been too long since he let loose and had fun, so when a girl in his econ class told him about this party, he’d put on his tightest pair of jeans and crop top, styled his curls just so, and dragged Liam along with him for good measure (Alex loves his best friend, but the dude needs to get out more).

So far he’s had fun dancing, and he’s been hit on by plenty of very enthusiastic girls, but nothing’s really clicked. There’s something else thrumming under his skin that he can’t put a finger on. It didn’t really help that he nearly ran into Liam making out with Pez Okonjo on his way to the bathroom. Obviously it’s fine that he was, Alex knows (now) that Liam is gay, and he’s free to kiss whoever he wants. It’s not like Alex was jealous. If anything, it was kinda hot—they looked good together, Liam’s pale skin against Pez’s dark tones, which is frankly not a thought Alex is sober enough to deal with right now.

Alex is also not sober enough deal with running into Pez later, who has a tall, blond, ridiculously hot friend in tow this time. Blondie is wearing a plain button down and khakis, like he’s at a business lunch, but somehow the way his shirt is cuffed at the elbows and unbuttoned at the top to let his collarbones peek out is more alluring than most of the half-dressed coeds at the party. Then there’s the way his golden hair flops over his forehead and his blue eyes shine in the low light, and it’s a lot, ok? Fuck.

It’s honestly a bit of a relief when Alex gets dragged away and convinced to do some kind of scavenger hunt, which sounds kinda dumb, but whatever. It’ll keep his mind off Pez’s hot friend. He works his way down the list, taking shots and doing ridiculous dances and convincing people to give him their numbers (not hard), until he hits one in particular—make out with someone you met tonight.

He’s met plenty of people tonight. Lots of girls who’d probably be willing, honestly. Somehow, only one person sticks out in his head.

Apparently he’s not even fucking subtle about it, which is embarrassing. Liam catches him looking down at his list, then back up at Henry across the room, and slings an arm around his shoulders.

“Go on. Ask him,” Liam goads, grinning drunkenly at Alex. “I think he’s into you.”

As if on cue, Henry glances over at them, then quickly looks away again when he sees them staring.

“You’re on drugs,” Alex scoffs, trying and failing to shove him away as something inside his stomach turns over at the thought that Henry might be into him. It’s probably just the liquor. “Maybe he likes you.”

“Nah,” Liam says confidently. “You wanted a wingman. I’m winging. Wingmanning? I dunno, man. Just go kiss him, ok?”

Alex can feel his face getting hot. “Fuck off.”

Liam’s grin goes sharp and wicked. “I dare you.”

Fuck. The best friend dare is sacred. If Alex doesn’t do it, he’ll have to do something else later that’s like ten times worse. Fuck.

Alex crosses the room in some kind of daze, the rest of the party falling away around him. Is he really doing this? Apparently so. He stops by Henry’s elbow, and the other man turns to look at him.

“Hey,” Alex says. Amazing opening line, truly. Fuck, he’s an idiot.

“Alex, right?” Henry replies with a little smile. Alex nods. “What’s up?”

Alex swallows hard. “Can I kiss you?” he blurts. Henry’s eyes go wide, and Alex holds up the sheet of paper. “It’s a dare.”

“Oh,” Henry says, sounding almost disappointed.

“But also, like, you’re really hot and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, and I’m not gay but I— I might be bi, I guess, I don’t really know because my best friend is gay and I never thought I was really into guys but I kinda want to kiss you, I mean, I really want to kiss you, if you’re into it, and oh my god, I’m such a fucking idiot, please forget I ever said any of this to you.”

Alex turns on his heel, ready to flee the house and probably the country, but Henry catches him by the arm and pulls him back. Pulls him in, firmly, so that Alex has to tip his head up, and then Henry’s kissing him. Softly at first, but Alex whimpers and opens his mouth, tilting his head to slot their mouths more firmly together, the taste of cheap booze and sugary mixers blending on their tongues. Henry gets a hand into his hair and Alex likes that even more, likes the way Henry surrounds him, likes the way Henry's waist feels under his palms. Never wants it to end, actually.

Henry does eventually pull back, though. Sadly. Alex promises he doesn’t whine.

“So,” Henry murmurs. He still hasn’t let Alex go, and Alex is entirely ok with that. “Thoughts?”

“I think I need another. Y’know. To gather more evidence.”

“Another kiss?”

“Yeah,” Alex breathes. “Maybe more than one.”

Henry laughs, low and warm, and he kisses Alex again.

#900 WORDS WHAT #ugh #anyway #rwrb #rwrb fic #red white and royal blue #firstprince #firstprince fic #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #my fic #kiss ficlets #enjoy this college au it might be the only one i ever write lmao

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silverzoomies · 1 year ago

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Great Pumpkin

peter maximoff x reader smut

warnings: shameless smut, smut, kissing, porn with plot, halloween, drunk sex, halloween party, porn with feelings, use of the speech quirk "yer"

word count: 7,878

a/n: meant to finish this one before halloween. whoops !! at least november is the spook before christmas !! or halloween 2, electric boogaloo !!

some notes about this one: i wanna apologize for the needless plot. i know it's unnecessary, but i got a little carried away. if anything feels awkward, out of place, or weird? that's my bad. sorry. i was havin' too much fun writing the less smutty stuff. some other notes - think of this as an au, i guess. where erik is hiding out at xavier's for...reasons? idfk. sitcom logic. everyone's living together !! but there's tension !!

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All Hallows Eve.

Prior to the X-Family’s spooktacular bash, Hank whipped up a little something special. Using his Einstein brain - or wizard sorcery. Peter couldn’t be too sure - the beastly scientist conjured a powerful inebriant. He heard Peter joke one too many times about his inability to get drunk. Since the speedster’s body filtered through substances at break-neck speed. Leaving not a second’s worth of intoxication time.

No exaggeration there. Peter once tried chugging his mom’s entire stash of liquor, along with a bottle of Purple Toad wine. Some really fruity stuff. Such a mass of booze only left a burn in his throat, along with an onslaught of nausea. All of which lasted 0.2 seconds.

Hank wanted to do Peter a favor for all his hard work lately. And now, he could finally participate in what he missed out on. After all these years. As long as he didn’t use the substance for any nefarious purposes. Per Hank’s request. Whatever that meant. Not like Peter planned on playing pranks at this year’s party. C’mon…really? He’s a teacher, for Geddy’s sake! He's gotta set a good example.

Spoiler alert: he had planned on it. Keyword being had.

Until the inebriation actually kicked in. For the first time in his unconventional life, a warm buzz pooled through Peter’s bloodstream. One of the major side effects? Debuffs to superspeed. Which proved an otherworldly experience. If not a little uncomfortable. Still worth it, for a one-night-only lesson in drunkenness.

Peering lazily into his red solo cup, Peter blinked. His eyes followed swirls of neon cyan. Luminous in its irradiated glow. He couldn’t comprehend the science behind Hank’s glowstick booze. But he knew it filtered through his body at a much slower rate than other substances. The drink felt syrupy on his tongue, and tasted like - coincidentally enough - candy corn. Its effects proved weaker than Peter expected.

Given his cells operated so incomprehensibly fast, Peter didn’t find this too surprising. So, what? He’d never get frat party wasted. Oh well. Peter came to accept that fact about himself forever ago. Still, fluorescent booze made him mellow enough to slow down a lot. Peter could totally vibe with mellow. No complaints there. Mellow’s copacetic. He definitely owed Beastie for his magic potion of slow-mo. Peter oscillated between a nice, tipsy balance. Muddled enough to let loose and enjoy himself. But conscious enough to avoid making any ultra stupid decisions.

Or, he thought so, anyway.

Hobbling around the mansion, Peter pushed through crowds of partygoers. All dressed in their spookiest, sexiest, or most low-effort costumes. Twinkles of orange and violet lights kept the mansion somewhat lit. With spoOoOoOoOoky decorations scattered amongst the school. A perfectly campy atmosphere for Halloween. Oh. And those decorations? All Peter’s doing. Of course, it’s no surprise the professor deemed him prime event decorator. He took mere microseconds to spice up an entire plot of land. Throwing forth all his effort, Peter dressed the building in balls-to-the-walls, haunting decor.

Fake spiders with prickly fur lay strewn about in random places. Ghosts made of old, torn sheets swayed in the breeze. Skeletons hanged by the dozens. Streamers of orange and faded black dangled from the ceilings and doorways. String lights lined the mansion’s trim. Outside on the grounds, Peter even garnished the grass with inflatable Snoopys.

During his decorative escapades, he cracked jokes to the kids. Peter asked, “You guys think the Great Pumpkin’ll show up?”

They squealed with laughter, stomping their little feet. Candy buckets in hand, the kids yelled, “Mr. Maximoff, the Great Pumpkin’s not real!!”

In the midst of rearranging another Snoopy, he gasped, “WHAT?! He is too real!! Better not let him hear you say that!”

A haunted trail veered off into the woods surrounding the mansion. It led to an old barn, stocked full of hay and populated with jack-o-lanterns. All carved by the mutant kiddos themselves. Another set of glittering lights decorated the barn, creating an autumn glow. A pair of giant speakers - Peter paid for them, mind you - roared Halloween tunes over the entire property.

Cool stuff. Talk about a hell of a set-up. Peter couldn’t help but be proud of himself. Such a slew of decorations might put even Scrooge Mcduck himself in holiday spirits.

Wait. No. What? Scrooge Mcduck? Wasn’t he more of a Christmas thing? Fuck. Peter might be more mixed up than he thought. He gazed absentmindedly into his red solo cup again. Blinking slowly, he wondered…what the hell did Hank put in this disco concoction anyway?

Whatever. By the end of the night, Peter hoped the kids got a kick out of his hard work. Not that he broke a sweat putting it all together or anything. But he wanted to live up to his awesome teacher reputation. The highest of honors, really. No way he’d let anyone else trump him on that front.

Then again… Peter nibbled his lip, grinning to himself like a huge doofus. He took another long swig of his drink. Candy corn sweetness tickled his taste buds.

Okay. So, he might’ve had someone else in mind while he decorated. Somebody he desperately wanted to impress. A lot. Or, just a little bit, actually. Like, on a microscopic level. Maybe.

That somebody? You. Except, not really. No way.

Pffffttt…he definitely didn’t do it for you. C’mon! Why would he? Think of the kids! Those precious, lil demon spawn! They practically worshiped him. They’re what it’s all about, right? Riiiight.

Peter’s holiday decorations tempted any passing trick-or-treaters to drop by. And the professor prepared quite the spectacle of treats for them too. King sized, candy bars and all. Hank and Raven - showing off their mutant glory without an ounce of shame - passed the candy out to children.

Human children.

Magneto - still unaware he had a son sprinting around the mansion on any given day - dubbed the gesture hopeless naivety. Or something along those lines. Inviting humans to join in on a night of mutant fun? Totally bogus. Which…yeah. From Erik’s perspective? Fair enough.

“You think they’ll learn to accept you through meaningless, holiday gestures?” Erik griped, arms crossed, “Don’t be ridiculous.”

Raven merely rolled her eyes. She made a comment about the inherent innocence of children. Erik didn’t appear to care. He groused some more after that. But Peter didn’t hear much of it. Nor did he imagine he even wanted to. At least, not tonight. Maybe once Peter sobered up a bit, he wouldn’t mind lending an ear. If his father ever felt the need to open up about his woeful turmoil.

But Erik disappeared upstairs. Out of sight. Still in hiding, all alone. Poor dude.

Unlike his misguided papa, Peter didn’t mind human inclusion so much. One: because he considered himself a pretty open minded guy. Easy to say, since he didn’t harbor anything remotely comparable to his father’s trauma.

And two, on a less serious note: Human girls. They gravitated towards Peter like moths to a flame.

Throughout the mansion, the theme to Killer Klowns from Outer Space rang. Conversations buzzed around Peter like radio static. Candy corn booze made it impossible for him to comprehend them. Some partygoers played wallflower. Idling by snack tables, feasting on as much junk food as their stomachs could handle. It took every ounce of restraint Peter had, not to raid those tables himself.

Peter’s Terminator costume wasn’t much of a costume at all, really. It left most of the ladies confused. He didn’t recognize half the costumed cuties who pulled him in for dances. But they sure as hell recognized him. When another pretty girl pressed herself against him - tits bouncing, and bare thighs rubbing his pants - she’d ask the dreaded words, “What’re youuuu supposed to be?” Twirling her hair and giving Peter fluttery bedroom eyes.

Peter gave the same responses every time. Covered head to toe in black clothing, wearing a pair of sunglasses; he raised a prop shotgun from his back, responding with his best Arnold impression.

“I’ll be back.” Right on the money, Peter thought in his buzzed haze. Totally accurate. One to one.

If the girlies didn’t get the reference? So be it. Peter ultimately felt like a massive dork. But he got some sexually charged groovin’ out of it. A bit of groping here or there. He didn’t mind taking the L, if it meant grabbing some ass in the process.

But as the party clamored on, Peter knew he wanted only one thing.

To find you. Just to hang out, catch up, and have an innocent time. No other reason. Seriously. Honest. Why else would he wanna find you? To mess around a little bit? Nahhh. Why would he wanna fool around with you? And risk a long term friendship? He couldn't have that.

Not when you carried enough patience to put up with his day-to-day bullshit. Always listening to his senseless ramblings. Even if he spoke too fast for you to keep up.

During his lunch breaks on school days, Peter usually spent time with you. The two of you talked in the kitchen, or chillaxed in the lounge. Those chats? The highlight of his day. As corny as it seemed. He just couldn’t resist you and your kindly wiles. The wiles of his colleague. His…very pretty colleague. His…very pretty… platonic colleague.

Someone please end his misery now.

Peter wandered aimlessly. He danced his heart out and chatted up some more cute gals. Soon enough, he found you. Leaned over a set of snack tables, you picked through sugary sweet treats. Peter noticed the way you swayed in place. A little heavy footed like him, eh? He snickered to himself, sneaking up behind you.

Lacking any filter or restraint, Peter blatantly gawked at your ass. A fitted, white gown draped your body. Flowing in an angelic fashion, it harmonized with your every curve. Even tipsy, Peter recognized your costume the microsecond he saw it. Princess Leia. Star Wars. Episode IV. Very sexy. Beyond sexy, even.

A flirtatious whistle caught you by surprise. You whirled around with a doe eyed look on your face. A kind of gaze that made his brain turn to mush. As if the alcohol hadn’t already. You licked the frosting off a funky colored cupcake, as Peter’s gaze flitted down your body. His eyes followed the smooth creases of your gown. A tasteful peek of your thigh kept his attention locked. Until the perky tease of your nipples captivated him instead.

Awesome. Amazing. 11/10. Best night ever.

“Ohmygosh!” You laughed, reaching out to touch Peter’s chest for whatever reason. Not that he minded one bit, “Peeeter, I’m sooooo sorry! I’m a little tipsy right now! It’s really unprofessional!”

Scarlet bloomed in his cheeks, burning hot enough to make him dizzier. Peter ogled you like the last Twinkie on the planet. A dollop of frosting caught the plush of your lip. You swirled it away with your tongue. Drawing in a hitched breath, Peter blinked.

Focus. He needed to focus on anything else. Not the parts of you he wanted to be on, inside of, and all other configurations of carnality.

“And?? You wanna hear somethin’ cray-crayyy?” Peter asked, lamely slurring his words. He raised his red solo cup, waving it in a clumsy motion, “So am I, princess! I’m totally hammered. And I looooove it!” He threw his head back, belting a loud, “WHOOOOO!!” Feeling more like a free spirit than he had in years.

Moving closer, you couldn't control your laughs. You shushed Peter, keeping your hand on his chest. Patting you on the shoulder, Peter chuckled. He feigned offense, but his sizeable hand lingered on you. A thumb grazed the soft cloth of your dress. For a beat, he wondered what you looked like under it.

“Whyyyy?? Why should I keep it down, huh?? It’s a party, baby! Everybody’s yellin’!” He shrugged. Peter smirked, throwing his head back again. He shouted another, “WHOOOOO!!”

A crowd of partygoers kept their eyes on the two of you. Their gazes lingering for a little longer than necessary. You snickered again. So tipsy, you could hardly get a word in through your giggling.

“You really are drunk, oh my gosh. You’re crazy, Peter! I can’t even-” Dropping your head into his chest, you erupted in woozy huffs of laughter. Great. He loved the closeness, “Peter, sorry, I’m sooooooo-”

“Mind-blowingly hot?” Peter lazily blinked, “Because yer-...you-ohhhh, man. You look really hot. Like-” He made a meaningless gesture with his hands, shaking his head, “Like, WOW! Have you seen yourself? Someone tell ‘Ro to make it rain. ‘Cuz yer on fiiiiiiire!” He joked. Cheesy and lame, but too smashed to even care.

You scoffed, cheeks set ablaze, “Oh, please! Give me a break! Mister Terminator casanova over here. Are you trying to butter me up like you did all those other ladies?” Playfully, you pushed off his chest. Peter mourned the loss of your touch, “I saw you! Getting all handsy out there!” You said, your tone lighthearted. Still accusatory.

Somehow, you recognized his costume. That caught him a little off guard. Peter’s heart did some kinda funny, fluttery thing. Jumpy, warm, and beating beating beating in his chest. But…nah. Couldn’t be because of you. Could it? Maybe the booze did it. Yeah. Irradiated Beast hooch must’ve give him palpitations. He’d tell Hank about this side effect later.

Peter arched a silver brow, “Oh, yeah? Mmmhm. Sounds like yer just jealous. ‘Cuz the ladies find my inner Schwarzenegger, action hero totally irresistible.” Bullshit. Most of them thought he dressed as Neo from the Matrix. Wrong action movie. Peter kept talking out his ass, “I bet it drives you up a wall to see ‘em all over me like that.”

“Oh, you think? Suuure. Like Leia would ever have the hots for some dollar store Terminator.” You teased affectionately, “Likely story, Quickie.” Fuck. Quickie. He loved when you called him that. You deceived your own protests, pressing your body against Peter's.

Your nails dug into his shirt as you palmed his chest. So…you wanted to play this little game now, huh? Alright. Fine. Peter bickered back and forth with you for an indiscernible amount of time. Standing in a corner by the snack tables, away from the noisy, party bustle. Unbalanced and wobbly, Peter leaned in. Keeping you both pressed together in a way too intimate for wandering eyes.

He almost spilled his neon concoction on your dress. Exchanging giggles again, Peter lingered even closer. His lips on the cusp of reaching out for yours. But in a clouded moment of self awareness, he stopped himself short.

“D-Do you…uhhhh-” He swallowed dryly. His nerves buzzed all through his body, “Y’wanna…get outta here? Maybe go do somethin’ reallllyyyy dumb? Like-uh…maybe make a mistake you’ll regret in the morning?” Peter suggested, wiggling his brows.

You gave him another lidded look, igniting a blistering fire deep in his bones. With your body still pressed to his - bodacious and oh-so-tempting - you brought a hand up. A beat of silence passed, as you moved his sunglasses up over his hair. Silver strands fell loose. You gazed into his puppy dog eyes directly.

“And what makes you think I’d regret it?” You asked, your voice smooth and somewhat slurred. Oh...were you being real with him right now?

Your fingers traced flirty circles over his chest. Scorching flames in Peter’s heart burned warmth through his veins. Heat gathered in his groin. Peter’s eyes widened to a planetary degree. Clutching his solo cup a little too tight, he brushed your ass with his other hand. By accident. He only intended to pull you closer. You held his intoxicated gaze.

Peter let his lips ghost yours again, without any direct connection.

“See, that’s-uhhh…hah…that’s just the booze talkin’.” He whispered with a soft chuckle. Steadily, he pulled himself from you, “Wanna know what it’s tellin’ me?” Peter gave you another lazy grin, nibbling his lip, “Youuuuuu and meee…” He sluggishly said. He dragged you along with him. Stumbling backwards, “...should-uh…gooooo have some…adult fun, yeah? A little romp in the hay?”

Did you know he meant that verbatim? Probably not.

Moments later, Peter clumsily navigated through the party. He made a beeline for the entrance hall, holding your hand the entire way. Floundering with every step, he traversed the crowded halls. Through each doorway the two of you passed, fluttering streamers dangled above. Soft tissue brushed across your face, tickling your nose.

The streamers proved more unkind to Peter. Staggering through the last doorway, he became tangled in them. Peter tried to shake the tissue off, twisting around and flailing his arms. He cursed aloud, making a spectacle of his embarrassing predicament. Caught in a web of orange and black, he looked like a Halloween decoration all his own. The streamers wrapped around his body and arms, even covering his head.

“MOTHER FU-” He cursed, jerking the tissue down with a rough tug. Peter tripped forward in the process. But he caught himself just in time. Compensating for his humiliation, he laughed, ��I’m okay! I’m okay! Allllll good, guys. I’m good. Totally good! Meant to do that, actually.” Peter cleared his throat. He averted his glassy gaze from any partygoers nearby.

One of them being Hank, who stood alongside Raven. The two shared a few drinks and quietly chatted. The big, beast of man wore torn, red flannel. His blue fur peeked out from the undone buttons, appearing frayed. His costume? A smurf werewolf. A smurfwolf. Or something. Peter couldn't tell. And Raven? She hadn’t dressed up at all. Labeling Halloween: The one time of year she chose not to disguise herself. Why? Because, in her words, "It's funnier that way."

Raven stifled a laugh at Peter’s expense. But Hank didn’t hold himself back. He roared a rumbling chuckle, “I see the serum’s treating you well, Peter!” Hank teased, cradling a drink in his fluffy paw, “Why, it certainly looks that way. You seem to be having-uhm…fun? Yes! Fun. I'm delighted to see it!"

Peter idled in the middle of the doorway, swaying a little on his feet. Forgoing the streamers, he left them tangled around his limbs. Fuck it. His costume could use some added flair.

“I’m havin’ a-uhhhhh…a total blast, Beast my mannn!” Peter slurred. He passed Hank on his way out the mansion’s entrance. And roughly patted the scientist on the shoulder, “Thanks again, buddy ol’ pal! I owe you one!”

You giggled, beaming an elated smile as Peter dragged you out the door. Once you flew ungracefully by, Hank and Raven both did double takes. They gave you cautious looks, as if to say - uh, do you think this is a good idea? A little too sloshed, you failed to register their concern. Following Peter out the door with an inelegant skip in your step, you waved the pair goodbye.

“Well, now…that’s certainly going to be awkward for him tomorrow morning.” Hank joked, looking down at his drink. He swirled the beverage, the cup appearing itty bitty in his clutch. Showing off a crowd of snaggle teeth, he yawned.

Raven shook her head, scoffing, “Oh, it’ll bite him in the ass later. That’s for sure.” She added, sipping her own drink, “You proud of yourself?” Raven quipped, arching an orange brow. Hank held up a single claw, playful in his self defense.

“Not my fault! I gave him that serum because I thought he could have fun with it! And he is! Didn’t you see him? What he does under its influence is completely out of my jurisdiction!” Hank shrugged, stating in a matter-of-fact way, “I’ll have you know, I did try to warn him!”

In hindsight, Peter should have heeded Hank’s warnings. What he did under the effects of disco liquor proved supremely stupid. The nanosecond your feet hit the grass outside, he lost any restraint he had left. Peter kissed you full on. Ushering your sweet lips into an alcohol induced session of heavy smooching. Tongues interweaving, lackadaisical and reckless, the two of you shared careless kisses. Under decorative spider webs and amongst inflatable Snoopys.

But no Great Pumpkin in sight.

You slung your arms over Peter’s broad shoulders, letting him devour you. His sizable hands slid over your hips. He pulled you closer as he stumbled like a complete klutz. Thick fingers curled into the cloth of your dress. Caught up in the heat of the moment, Peter didn’t dare consider any consequences. With no filter to hold him back, one of his palms felt for your breast. He copped a handful, before you stopped him in his tracks. You tore your lips from his candy corn kisses.

“Heyyyy! Hey, hey, hey! Not here! What are you even doing??” You laughed, giving his nose an affectionate nuzzle, “Someone might see us, doofus!”

Peter hummed, pulling you against him in a more firm grip. He stole frantic kisses, heated and mouthy. Squeezing your hips, his nails scratched across your gown to your ass. Kneading your plush cheeks with little shame.

“So what? Let ‘em enjoy the show!” Peter snickered, diving in for yet another kiss, “I’m not gonna miss out on a chance to touch you like this. Now that I finally got you…”

Rolling your eyes, you didn’t seem to take him seriously. In an attempt to pull yourself away again, you stumbled backwards in the grass. Even with his reaction time outta wack, Peter managed to catch you before you fell. In one awkward motion, he scooped you up bridal style and carried you into the woods. The streamers coiled around his limbs came loose, at long last. Flitting away behind him in the wind.

He held you in his strong arms, following the mansion’s haunted, Halloween trail. The hayride already closed down for the night, leaving the trail - and the barn - open for some private necking.

Finding his way to the barn, Peter wobbled, slowing his stride. In his arms, you took a moment to admire the decorations he put so much effort into. Orange, twinkling lights lined the barn’s entryway. Vibrant in late night darkness. Magical, and kinda romantic. Through the trees in the distance, the garnished mansion appeared visible. A Halloweeny spectacle, engulfed in simulated fog.

Party music echoed from afar, faint, but clear enough he could hear. Peter perked up, overhearing a classic, Hallow’s eve tune.

“‘CUZ THIS IS THRILLLAHHHH!” Peter shouted off key, moving backwards into the barn. His steps were careless, “THRILLAH NIIIIGHT!” He sang, falling into a bed of cool hay. Strands of straw bounced in the air. You came down with him, and he kept singing, “AND NO ONE’S GONNA SAVE YA-” He cut himself off, leaning in to feast on your lips. Peter cradled you in his arms, humming Thriller amidst awkward kisses.

You laid bridal style over his legs, dipping your head back. Inviting Peter to devour your neck like a thirsty vampire. Without all the grace of Bela Lugosi. More like a hammered Nosferatu. If either of you had second thoughts, Peter couldn’t find it in himself to give a shit. He left that baggage behind. In the morning, sober Peter could unpack it all. Right now, he wanted his hands on your body, under your dress.

“Ohhhh~! Oh my-” You moaned, tacking on an erotic squeal of his name. Giggling in a kittenish tone. The sound made him wanna bite you harder, “W-Wait-...Peter, maybe we shouldn’t-oooooh~! Maybe we shouldn’t be-”

His sloppy kisses cut your hesitance short. Peter nodded his head in a lazy, loose motion. Bringing more dizziness upon himself.

“Mmmm? What? No-...” He hummed, “Baby, we should. We definitely should. Don’t even worry-” Peter paused for an abrupt beat. Holding you tight, he adjusted in the hay. Uncomfortable, Peter knitted his brows, “Wait-...this hay’s so-...why’s this hay so fuckin’ itchy, man?”

At the chime of your silly snorts and giggles, Peter’s words became lost on him. Whatever. It didn’t matter anymore. He couldn’t think clearly enough to recall them. Instead, he drew his attention back to you. Peter’s lips found your neck once more. Your floral scent replenished his lungs, a lifesource he desperately needed. Hot kisses peppered down your chest. In his clouded stupor, Peter buried his face between your breasts.

He loved the flustered squeal you made in response. Enough that he couldn’t help but do it again.

“Ohhhhh…hot damn, baby.” Peter groaned into your chest, motorboating your knockers. A graceless gesture. Lifting his face, his hair appeared a disheveled mess, “Yer so awesome, y’know that? Liiiike…yer really great. I know I’m pretty drunk right now, but-uhhhh…” He slurred, sneaking thick fingers under your dress, “I do mean it. No joke. I think yer really cool. Cool and-uhm…and-uh…hahaaa….I really like you.”

You erupted in more buzzed giggles, parting your lips to protest his drunken confession. But Peter silenced you with shushes, “Shhhhhhhh! Shhhhh, don’t-” He hiccuped. Your laughs were so contagious, he couldn’t help but giggle as well, “Shhhh! Don’t tell anybody!”

“I won’t! I won’t!” You chuckled, gently holding his cheeks. You pulled him down for more smooches, lips meeting in a slower embrace, “I like you too, Peter…but shhhhhh…keep it a secret.”

His fingertips danced along your inner thigh, clumsy and unsteady. Peter’s hand disappeared between your legs and under your gown. Hot digits grazed your panties. A flimsy, soaked piece of fabric awaited those digits. Breathing a low huff, Peter whispered, “Fuck.” into your neck. The steamy word tickled your skin, giving you chills.

Blindly, he wormed his fingers into your panties. Peter dipped his digits into your honeyed heat. Thick, syrupy cushions sealed around him. He focused on parting your tight walls. A little too uncoordinated to pleasure you in a more ideal way. Rough, repetitive motions curled at an awkward angle. Digging so deep, Peter could hear the squishy call of your insides - leaking wet, all for him.

Your body tensed, knees spreading on instinct. Cool air caressed your thighs. Peering down into your lidded, baby doll eyes, he held your gaze. As your cunt pulsed around his digits, soft and constricting, he knitted his brows. Humming another groan, Peter dove down for your neck. He sucked mouthy, wet hickies into your skin. Leaving gifts for sober you to discover later tomorrow.

Speaking of sober.

Sober Peter never had trouble keeping up with anybody. Moreover, everyone else found it impossible to keep up with him. But in his buzzed daze, he could barely follow your lead. One blink, and his fingers buried themselves to the knuckle in your cunt. The next blink, you took initiative. Throwing him for a loop, you changed positions. You pushed Peter further back into the hay, straddling his lap.

As you fumbled for his jeans and pulled them open, more giggling ensued. Heated tension hung over the two of you like those glimmering, barn lights. You felt around, guiding your hand to a hot thickness in his pants. It rested in a curly bed of silver hairs, limp and untouched. Your giggles ceased, and your expression shifted.

“Peter, you’re not even-” You started, squeezing the softness of him in your hand. You gave him a few loose tugs, your voice teeming with hesitance, “Are you…are you sure you want-”

“Yeaaaahhhhh. Yeah. Yanno, it’s just-...I never thought I’d be the one gettin’ whiskey dick. Haha.” Peter joked, a low chuckle rumbling in his throat. Buzzed and uncoordinated, Peter harbored little patience for foreplay. His fingers sought for your weeping heat again. He pushed them through your soft, supple pussy lips, “Sucks a lot. I was really hopin’ I’d get to-uhmmm…ahahaaaa…” He bit his tongue, laughing, “Really wanted to show you a good fuckin’ time. But this shit feels like rocket science right now, sorry…”

Eventually, through sheer determination, you worked up enough sorcery to liven him up. Waking his cock from its soft slumber. Peter fumbled, clumsily guiding his dick to your flowery mound. It took some serious concentration on his part to do so. His tongue poked between his lips, brows furrowed tight. He leered between your sweltering bodies. Humid air clung to his skin, contrasting the sharp coolness of an October’s night. The smell of booze permeated in your sweat, mingling with the scent of your perfume.

You sank over his cock, taking the now raging length of him fluidly. He bottomed out in a single intake of breath. Peter moaned, rolling his hips upward. Your fluttery walls stretched, cozy and soft around his dick. He dropped his head back into the hay, howling a goofy shout. It echoed through the trees, catching autumn wind.

"OHHHHHHH~! THAT'S IT! WHOOOOOO~!" He yelled. Peter chewed his lip hard, meeting your bounces with sluggish thrusts, "That's it. That's what I'm fuckin' talkin' about. Hoh-fuck..."

His rhythm was a little off beat, but he blamed the booze. Clenching the fabric of your dress in his fingers, he bunched it up tight. As if to hold you by horse’s reins, arduously guiding you on your ride.

Far in the back of his mind. Like, so far, Peter may as well have been on another planet. He had his first conflicting thought. Screwing you for the first time like this - hammered and careless - struck him as kind of…wrong. Really, he should have waited it out, and done this sober. But Peter couldn’t deny himself either.

"Peter, ohhh~! Feels really good~!" Your squeals of erotic, but sluggish pleasure sounded too much like music. Now cemented as one of his all time favorite songs, "Sooo good, I-aaahhh~!"

The bubbly feeling brought upon by Beast liquor made his body burn with ecstasy. His cock throbbed inside you, loving the tight embrace of your walls. Pleasure burned to an incomprehensible level of intensity.

Even your dress felt unreasonably soft on his skin. Peter moaned again, drilling your cunt in unsteady surges of carnal bliss. He breathed thickly, the air between the two of you now sweltering. Choking on air, he kept his slow pace. His cock dug tunnels through your walls at a slacking speed. Completely unnatural for him. But overflowing with intoxication, he thrived in it.

“N-Not gonna-” Peter laughed. His voice a rough, breathless mess of incoherency. Sticky heat flushed his cheeks, and his tone wavered, “‘M not-...god…not gonna last. Fuck. Oh my fucking-” He swallowed another groan, suffocating on it. Peter’s hips rolled, their movement leisurely, “Sooooo tight. Feels like yer tryna-...like yer gonna-...aaaahaaaaafuck.”

Playing with your pearly clit, you squealed. The swollen nub burned, tingling as you circled it. With difficulty focusing, Peter brought his head up. He watched your little fingers while you pleasured yourself. His lidded, dark eyes stared, so spacy, so clouded. A growl caught in the back of his throat. You toyed with yourself a little longer, spreading glossy slickness under your fingers.

Your whines stayed at a respectable volume. Quiet enough, no one outside the barn could hear. But Peter refused to keep his enthusiastic voice down. He dug his big hands into your hips, fingernails clenching your dress. Scratching rough lines into the white cloth.

"Fuck, you gonna-...you gonna keep touchin' yourself like that? Gonna cum for me?" His words slurred. Peter used his immeasurable strength to hold you in place. Stuffing his cock through your pussy’s luscious, spongy grip. He fucked you in lethargic, but needy ruts, "P-Please-ohmygod-...please cum for me, baby. Lemme hear it, please?"

"Noooo~! Pe-ahhhh~! Peter, I cannnn't! Someone might-...Peter I can't-" You whimpered. Swirling your clit, you pushed yourself even further towards climax. A delightful, oncoming wave of scorching pleasure surged in your body. Sizzling through your veins, "OH, FUCK, QUICKIE~!" A sharp squeal bounced from your throat, as Peter surprised you.

"FUCK!! Yeah? You sound so fuckin'-Ah-...Yer so fuckin' good for me. Don't hold back, baby. Wanna-ohhhh~! Wanna hear you scream. Don't you fuckin' hold back-" Moving suddenly fast, he slammed his cock in deeper. His cherry red dick shattered your poor cervix. Burying himself to the brim, he slapped your mound hard with sharp pounds of his pelvis, "Mmmmmmfucking-...gonna fuckin'....aaaahhaha..."

Peter’s body tensed. His heels scuffed along the ground, crushing hay under his boots as he braced his feet. More loose strands tickled his skin where his shirt bunched up. Making him itchy again. But his intoxicated rutting never dwindled. He whined again, his voice cracking. Ruthless, quickening grinds of his cock knocked you hard. Sending you straight into a dimension of overwhelming, euphoric pleasure.

As tremors hummed across your sweaty skin, bliss ruptured deep in your core. At that moment, Peter forgot to consider any further risks. He burst with a hot, white pop of gluey heat. Rocking your sore cunt in sloppy, shallow thrusts. Peter soaked his dick in your sweet, inebriated love. The scent of booze and sex simmered in his nostrils. Lifting his hips, he met you in one or two more reckless, offbeat bounces.

Barely conscious of reality, Peter panted. Lying with you in a clumsy heap, he shared lazy kisses and steamy breaths with you. Had he been anymore sober, Peter would’ve rushed you off to the nearest bathroom. In dire need of a minute’s recovery, he laid there. Splayed out, Peter’s limbs rested loose and flimsy. The seconds passed, and he sobered up quickly. Post-orgasmic haziness began to clear.

You snuggled up next to him, grazing his cheek with your nose. The scent of alcohol lingered on your breath. Remind Peter that, unlike him, you were probably still a little drunk.

“You okay?” You asked out of the blue, tickling his neck with a giggle, “What are you thinking about? You’re not second guessing yourself already, are you?” Your fingers toyed with the zipper of his jacket. Which he gave you to wear in the cold, shortly after fucking you senseless.

In the distance, the faint roar of the party continued on. Rustling from inside the mansion and seemingly endless. Peter stayed silent, before snickering. He turned his head to the side, returning your nuzzles with a kiss. His lips met your hair. The smell of your conditioner made his heart skip a beat for some reason.

“Nothin’. It’s not-” He shrugged, turning his head again. Peter stared up at the glittering string lights hanging in the barn. His coffee bean eyes jumped from twinkle to twinkle, “It’s not super important. Kinda weird to be thinkin’ about it after-uh…” His voice trailed off again. Peter cleared his throat, feeling his cheeks flush, “Seriously, no big deal.”

You rolled onto your back, watching the lights sway in a cool breeze, “You sure?” You laughed, humming an, “Uh ohhh!” Before you continued, “Did somebody sober up and realize he made a dumb mistake? Hehe…” You teased, though he could hear the sliver of hesitance in your tone. A beat of silence passed, and you hugged his jacket closer.

“Regret wh-...huh? Nahhh, baby. You kiddin’? That was awesome.” He snickered awkwardly. Peter brought his hands to his face. He sighed, “I-uh…I was just thinkin’ about how…I could be spendin’ this holiday with my dad. I mean, shit…maybe he wouldn’t wanna spend it with me, but-”

He assumed you might take offense to this. Wouldn't it come off as a little inconsiderate? To think about his dad right now. After such an intimate moment between the two of you. But being the understanding person you were, you rolled over to face him. Drawing gentle lines into his shirt, you snuggled up close to him again.

“Is that where you wanna be right now? With your dad?” You asked, your tone gentle.

Peter swallowed, pinching the bridge of his nose. A pounding headache swarmed him from nowhere. The repercussions of Beast hooch. Hopefully, such ailments would pass just as quickly as he sobered up.

“I-...yeah? I guess? But…it’s not like I can just-...like, I can’t go see him. Since he still doesn’t know about me, y’know? It’d be weird if I just showed up on Halloween. Like, hey, man, wanna hang out? Goddammit.” Peter shook his head, sitting up fully in the hay. Straw-like strands stuck to his clothes. He brushed them away.

“Well…hey, I got an idea, yeah?” You tried to follow his lead, sitting upward. Swaying a little as you did, Peter could tell you were still on the edge of tipsy. You giggled, “Let’s go inside. And I’ll…try to get everyone together for a movie. Maybe a horror? And you can run off! Go find him. Use the movie as an excuse. Offer him the opportunity to come down and watch. Sound good?”

It didn’t. Erik wasn’t the type to indulge in such activities. Still, Peter smiled fondly at your consideration. Nodding, he stood to his feet in a flash. You blinked, finding yourself lying bridal style in his arms again. With a hand to his chin, you tilted his head down. Pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“Thanks…” He hummed, his half lidded eyes gazing down into yours, “I really did have…such an awesome time with you. I haven't done that kinda thing with anybody in a while. But lemme-uh…” Peter bashfully chuckled, “Lemme get you to a bathroom so you can clean up, 'kay? ”

After the surprisingly deep chat he shared with you, Peter rushed you off to a mansion bathroom. Leaning against a wall, he waited outside the door. As the party settled and people filed out into the streets, he became more nervous. The two of you spent the rest of the night together, by the other’s side. Treating each other as normally as you would any other day. Soon, you sobered up enough to gather the X-family for a late night movie.

Peter took your advice, despite expecting the worst. Zipping upstairs and all through the mansion, he searched for his estranged father. To Peter’s surprise, Erik caught him off guard with a yes. But before he made his way downstairs, Peter took a moment to chat with him. He asked Erik how he was doing, and what he’d been up to. Ever since he chose the mansion for a temporary hideout (an arrangement most everybody felt uncomfortable with).

Erik - for good reason - wasn’t the most emotionally open. He kept their conversation short, before dismissing Peter. They both caught up with everyone else in the living room. The X-family sat together with snacks and drinks, joined for a movie. Erik chose a spot next to Peter on one of the sofas. Something he hadn’t anticipated at all. Since he didn’t get much out of the guy too often, he felt he could settle for his company, at least.

Sitting at Peter's other side, you eventually passed out. You rested your head on his lap, and he raked his fingers through your hair. By the time the movie ended, everyone veered off for bed. At last, calling Hallow’s eve quits. But Erik remained. He spoke to Peter a little while longer. Chatting about nothing at all, and everything at once.

Come next morning, Peter stood tiredly in the mansion kitchen. It was an unreasonably cold Monday in November. Freezing weather seemed to hit Westchester out of nowhere. He held a mug full of coffee, milky white and loaded with enough sugar to send anyone else to the hospital. Scratching his head over a mess of silver hair, Peter yawned. Even though he had more important things to worry about, he couldn't stop thinking about last night. For several reasons.

The impromptu bonding time he spent with his father lingered in his mind. Even if said father didn’t know what their interactions meant to Peter. It happened all thanks to your tipsy encouragement. Peter knew, even sober, you would’ve pushed him to do the same. Because you cared about him that much. Always inspiring him to step out of his comfort zone.

Aside from the estranged dad stuff, Peter couldn’t stop thinking about you. And the more…steamy moments the two of you shared. Intimate interactions he still hadn’t sat down and discussed with you. Peter didn't have a clue what that little fling meant to you. Or if it meant anything at all. Distracting himself, he focused his attention elsewhere. Like the Halloween decorations littered about the mansion. He planned to take them down today after classes.

You came padding downstairs and into the kitchen not even five minutes later.

“Gooooood morning!” You cheerily said, blinking your sleepy eyes. Groaning, you brought a hand to your head. Your fingers touched your temple, “You know what’s surprising? I actually don’t have that bad of a hangover!”

Peter’s heart did flips, and he felt his stomach tangle in knots. Humming into his coffee, he threw you a casual nod of his head. Play it cool, “Mmmm. That’s good, though, right?”

You headed straight for the cabinets, standing on your toes to reach the highest one. You flailed around for the near-empty tub of coffee grounds. He left it up there without any consideration for short, mansion inhabitants like you. Totally absent-minded. Peter almost felt thankful he did. As you reached, the itty bitty, sleep shorts you wore rose by a touch. The cheeks of your ass caught his eye. Your bottom appeared etched in faint scratches, painted with red splotches. Damn…what the hell did he do to you last night?

Sipping his coffee with a groggy look on his face, Peter grinned.

Man alive, he wanted to screw you sober. Doing it drunk really wasn’t enough. Quickly, he dismissed that thought. Filing it away in his scatterbrained memory for later.

“Did you talk to Erik last night?” You asked, pulling Peter from his not-so-safe-for-work thoughts. You stretched a little further up, really reaching for that tin tub of Folgers.

Peter blinked, “Sorry, what?”

“Erik. I asked if you talked to him last night? Because I kinda remember you two having a chat. But then again, I was pretty out of it!” Your shorts hugged the shape of your cunt as you stood on your toes. An ache stirred in his groin, but he shook it off. Holy shit. What were you trying to accomplish here?

Peter’s heart skipped twenty beats. Sifting through the disorganized cabinets in his brain, he retrieved his previous thought. Ah, yeah. Screwing you sober? Not a want, but a need at this point. Focus, Quickie. He needed to focus. Especially if you planned on talking about something as important as his father.

“Uhhhh…” He ran a hand through his messy locks, taking a moment to process his racing thoughts, “Yeah, we talked. Not a lot, though. I meant to say thanks for that, by the way. Since I didn’t get to last night…” Peter brought his mug to his lips, averting his gaze, “Really. Thanks a lot. Don’t think we woulda had that time together, if you hadn’t pushed me to ask him 'n stuff.”

Still struggling to reach for that tin, you sighed. Your heels hit the floor, as you lowered your arm and turned to meet Peter’s eyes. Your sweet voice brought him an unexpected feeling of comfort.

“Hey, anytime, Peter! I know it’s been really hard for you. Seeing him around here lately. And you don’t need me to tell you the obvious. But-” You timidly gazed down at your toes, shrugging. Peter knew exactly what you were about to say, before you parted your lips to say it.

Something along the lines of: Maybe it’s finally time you told him the truth. Or whatever.

It was too early for this kinda deep, introspective talk. Peter didn’t give you the chance to continue. Setting aside his mug on a countertop, he appeared by your side in a fwip. The breeze from his abrupt movement tickled your cheeks. He reached into the cabinet for the tub of coffee grounds. Handing it off to you with a tired, hooded expression. He sluggishly grinned.

“We got class in, like, twenty minutes.” Peter interrupted, and you took the bait. Whether you knew of his intent to dissuade the previous conversation, he couldn’t tell.

“Oh! Yeah! Shit!” You slapped a hand over your forehead. Peter gazed down at you, admiring your early morning features, “I’m so screwed!” Not yet you’re not, “I totally forgot to put together a lesson plan! I don’t know what the hell I’m gonna do today!” Well…you could always do him. Again.

Jeez. Dude. No. The hell’s wrong with him?? Be reasonable, guy! At least take your buddy out to dinner first. Which...yeah. Might be time to think about asking you on a real date.

“Yeahhh. I kinda forgot too. Had a bunch of other stuff on my mind, yanno?” Peter said, completely lethargic. He shrugged, “I’m so bad at my job, man.” He kept his eyes on you, as you threw together your own pot of coffee.

“Actually, that’s bullshit. And I think you know it too. You’re amazing at it. That’s why all the kids love you so much.” You replied. Smiling like you meant every word. Because you did. Man, why'd you have to be so freakin' sweet?

Early morning sunlight beamed through the windows. It bathed your hair and face in sparkling gold. Peter wanted to kick himself for swooning. He opted to change subjects.

“I gotta take these decorations down eventually.” He said, gesturing to the streamers hanging from the kitchen ceiling. For an instant, he remembered tangling himself in them last night, “I keep puttin’ it off. But it’s gotta happen sooner ‘er later.” Taking initiative, he reached up to tear some of them down. Balling them up in his hands.

“I could help you! If you need an extra hand!” You offered, innocently sipping your coffee. Peter took in the curl of your lips as you smiled. He cleared his throat, chuckling.

“Y’know you don’t have to, babe. It’ll literally only take me a second. I just gotta stop sittin’ on my ass.” Peter said. He tossed the balled streamers with a failed, Michael Jordan-style execution. They landed in a nearby trashcan, “Pretty soon, I’m gonna have to put Christmas decorations up too. Might get started on 'em as soon as these ‘re down.” He smirked, “I’m thinkin’ I get everyone some seriously ugly sweaters. Even Mags, if he's still around by then. Oh, and I'll need more Snoopys. The crotch goblins love Snoopy.” Peter paused for a beat, his dark eyes drifting down your body. A subconscious instinct, “And-uhhhh…gonna need lots of tinsel…uh…”

Peter reached for his coffee mug. What was he talking about again?

“Oh? That all sounds nice!” You tilted your head to the side, flirtatiously grinning at Peter. As if you could tell how distracted he was by your body. Heat set aflame in his cheeks, as he glanced up into your eyes. Noticing the way they seemed to twinkle, “Think you’ll decorate the barn again too?” You asked, a flirtatious tease pouring through your tone.

He choked on his coffee mid-sip.

#peter maximoff x y/n #peter maximoff x you #peter maximoff x reader #txt #happy belated halloween !!! oooooo !!

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goblinontour · 11 months ago

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Sharpen The Heel Of Your Boot

just dirty filthy smut

warnings: hard dom!alex, sub!reader, smut, pwp, choking, degrading, inappropriate use of footwear

word count: 3.8k

you and alex had quite an interesting relationship, to say the least. for an outsider you probably would’ve been considered freaks of some sort if they knew what went down in your bedroom, but you loved how things were between you two.

you’d given him free rein over you, and that meant absolutely everything. anything he wanted to do to you, he could, whatever he wanted from you, you’d oblige, nothing was off limits unless you told him so beforehand.

this time he came home mad for some reason. he’d called you on his way, telling you to get ready and wait for him all prepped, but you started doing something else and completely forgot. by the time you remembered what he asked of you he was already stepping inside the house.

you freaked, knowing that disobeying him would bring on a punishment of some sorts, and he was already mad in the first place, but you also got excited as to what he would come up with, already feeling more aroused by the second just thinking of it.

you walked down the stairs to see him sitting in the living room on the big chair with a glass half full of some liquor in hand. he didn’t even bother to look at you although you knew he noticed your presence in the room.

“why weren’t you waiting for me?” he asked, his tone cold and mean, he was in that mood.

“i forgot alex, i’m sorry…”

“nuh uh. it’s ‘sir’ for you, just to be clear, and ‘i forgot’ is no excuse now, is it? huh? now tell me, are you just dumb or did you do it on purpose?” he growled. you didn’t even know what to say, knowing it wouldn’t make a difference.

“i guess you’re just thick…can’t even answer me a simple question.” he spit back at you, and you heard him utter ‘useless’ under his breath. “bring the box.” he ordered.

‘the box’ was where you kept most of your play stuff, from nipple clamps, to the classic handcuffs and diverse toys for the both of you.

you did as he said, running upstairs into your bedroom to get it and once you got back to him he waved you over to give it to him.

“sit.” he spoke, still not looking at you, not even for a second, too focused on the amber liquid in the glass. in reality he just didn’t want to give you any satisfaction by giving you attention. you went to sit on the sofa adjacent to him but immediately he tutted and snapped his fingers before pointing with his index “on the floor. and strip.”

“yes sir.” you replied, playing into his little game, loving every second of it, of having to obey his every wish and command.

you stripped off all your clothes except for the lace panties you had on, white this time. you always made sure to wear nice underwear no matter the occasion. he spoiled you with it, more for his own viewing pleasure than anything else.

you sat down on your knees in front of him, waiting for him to speak up, or just do anything.

he finally looked at you, taking in the sight of you so exposed, in stark contrast with him, suit on and he didn’t even stop to take his shoes off. he looked pristine.

“at least you’ve got a good looking pair of tits…and a pretty face. can’t fucking wait to ruin it.” by now he started to palm himself over his trousers and you would give anything to be able to touch him instead, to take his cock into your mouth and choke on it just because he loved how you let him use your throat like a fucking toy. “turn around.” he muttered, immediately followed by your quick move.

you could hear him fiddling with the stuff in the box until the noise stopped and you were aching to find what he’d picked out.

he moved your hair over to one shoulder and lowered himself so his face was at the same level as yours. you could feel goosebumps rising on your skin as his hot breath tickled the side of your face, and even though you couldn’t see him, not risking turning around to look at him, you could feel his striking gaze on you. it was burning, as if he could see straight into your soul and control it from the inside.

“you gonna be a good girl yeah? don’t want any complaining or whining from you today.”

you simply nodded as a response, figuring it would be the best not to speak up if he didn’t ask for that. and you were right, getting a praise from him.

“good, you can listen at least.” well, kind of a praise, he could sound mean at times but you loved hearing him degrade you so much, to a dumb hole for him to fuck. he would be sweet in other instances, just not when it was time to play.

the next thing you knew, you felt something cold being wrapped around your throat, and you knew instantly what it was. the chain collar he got you recently, and you didn’t yet get a chance to try it out. looks like the time has come. it was one of those that got tighter when you pulled on it, and boy was he going to get the most of that. he attached the matching chain leash at the front and pulled on it slightly just to tease you. although the thing you loved most around your throat were his hands, this was nice too, still being controlled by him, and the tightening feeling, that slight lightheadedness, always helped you get off.

he pulled you backwards, closer to him and with his harsh movement you somehow ended up sitting on top of one of his feet, your panties shifting to the side, your wet cunt sliding over his shiny patent leather boots, leaving strings of arousal over the once perfectly polished material. he quickly noticed and pulled you to sit on his knee for a moment, sticking his foot out for you to see the mess you made.

“didn’t even do anything yet and you’re already wet? look how messy you are…clean them up now you bitch, ‘s your fucking mess.”

he pushed you back down, on your knees in front of him like a fucking dog, down on all fours crawling on the floor. you stood still for a second, just looking at him for even an once of affection or something but he wasn’t going to give it to you. you bent your head down, keeping your eyes on him, and he was watching your every move. you licked a stripe up the tip on his boot, tasting yourself on them. it was an odd feeling to say the least, but seeing him grab his cock over his trousers, squeezing tighter, the sight in front of him clearly turning him on, was enough to make you even needier and you couldn’t stop your hand from sliding in between your legs, under your panties, to rub your clit, seeking any little bit of relief you could. he let out a low grunt when he noticed you started touching yourself as well, but quickly reminded himself of his role here.

he pushed you off him, the heel of his boot digging into your bare chest, leaving you with your back pressed against the sofa. he didn’t say anything but decided to just try what he wanted to, just to see your reaction, to test how truly desperate you were. he slid his foot lower, and you subconsciously spread your legs wider for him, but you weren’t prepared for how good it would feel to have the sharp heel of his boot rubbing over your clothed cunt, the friction from the lace giving just the perfect stimulation to your aching clit.

“oh don’t tell me that gets you off ” but his statement was confirmed by your whimpers and moans as he kept the same motion. “you’re filthy, a dirty little slut…my slut.” he let out, he was enjoying this just as much as you were, if not more. whilst his eyes were locked on the spot between your widespread legs, you were watching him rubbing his tip over his pants with his thumb, slow but precise movements. knowing he could make you feel that good from just that was turning him on even more, the way you were so desperate for him that you would take anything he gave you.

hmm…would you take…anything? now that he had the thought in his head he could not let it go, he had to try it.

“turn around, ass up now.”

you did as he said, putting your ass up in the air for him while your face was rubbing against the rug, good thing it was pretty soft so you wouldn’t get any ugly marks.

“and keep the face down just like that…don’t move.”

he leaned down and his hands found their place on your round ass, rubbing his rough palms over the soft skin. he pushed down your panties but due to the position he couldn’t properly take them off so he just straight up ripped them from your body, the loud noise rippling in your ears, the delicate material not standing a chance against him, now lying in pieces thrown somewhere on the floor.

he admired your ass for a moment longer, playing with the soft flesh, kneading it roughly, spreading your cheeks apart. the cold air hitting both your holes as he did that stung, needing to be touched so so fucking bad. and when he started blowing air on your tight hole you gasped and tried to squirm away, forgetting the hold he had of you. he pulled you back to him and grabbed your jaw hard, tilting your face upwards to make sure you’re looking at him.

“stay fucking put and take what i give you, alright?” you nodded the best you could with his tight grip.

he let go, your whole body falling forwards, pushing you further into the rug by slapping your ass once, and then again, rubbing over the red marks left behind before deepening them with yet another slap. you were close to crying, the stinging pain overwhelming you in the best way, you just wanted something for him, you needed to be filled up now.

“please sir just please i’m so em-empty please fill me up ple-“ you mumbled, your words coming out all messed up. now that you finally spoke up you realised how sore you were, but he cut you off before you could go any further.

“will you shut the fuck up. you wanna be filled up, huh?”

“mhmmm ple-“ earning you another harsh slap that got the tears rolling down your cheeks.

“i said quiet.” he noticed you were crying and although he didn’t want to break this sort of ‘character’ he was playing now, he left a kiss on your lower back, just as a quiet gesture to calm you down. he knew you loved it but sometimes it was a bit too much.

“let’s fill you up then…what do you say?” this time you just nodded in return. “good.”

you expected him to fuck you, since he was already hard and touching himself earlier, or give you his fingers, maybe even his tongue from the position, he had easy enough access. what you didn’t expect though was to feel something rough and cold enter your dripping wet hole. it took you a second until it clicked for you. it couldn’t be, right? you managed to move your head just enough to confirm your thought.

there he was, sitting with one of his arms splayed out on the back of the chair, his other one tugging and squeezing at his cock. this time his pants had been unzipped. you didn’t hear anything from how fucked up you already were. his hand was slipped under his underwear now. and of course, the most important of all, whilst one of his legs was spread over the arm of the chair, hanging on the side, his other one was propped up, fucking into you with his boot. that was the foreign object you felt. every ridge you felt inside of you was due to the snake pattern in the leather. only the very tip was making its way inside of you, but he wanted to see you take more.

“since you’re looking, why don’t you spread that slut hole for me nice and wide? can you do that?”

your hands went behind you to do exactly as he said, gripping the best you could in your position while trying to keep your back arched to provide him with a pretty view. your neck was killing you, but it was all worth it hearing his little grunts and low moans as he managed to slip deeper inside of you. it was obscene, like out of a porno with a master and his slave, you never thought you would be enjoying this, but here you were, struggling to make more and more space for him.

“please al- sir, need to cum, i can’t, please.”

“so cum, what’s holding you back?” he spit at you, as if he didn’t know what exactly you were asking for.

“need your cock.”

“needy little whore, you should be grateful with what i give you. beg for it more and maybe i’ll be so nice to give you my cock, but don’t think i’ll go easy on you.”

“ohh fuckkk-” you moaned as he slipped out of you, instead grinding his heel into your cunt, the edges scratching your sensitive skin, but the pressure on your clit was what you were more focused on right now. you were even a bit embarrassed by how much you were enjoying it.

“please fuck me sir, as rough as you want, i can take it, please just…” you kept mumbling, begging for him, until he gave in, needing to be inside your dirty hole just as much as you needed him to fill you up.

he wrapped the chain attached to your neck around his fist, bringing you closer to him, pulling you up to sit in his lap in one swift move. your naked back was pressing up against his fully clothed chest, your ass grinding into the tent in his pants, earning a few sweet sounds from him right into your ear from how close you were now.

“you’ll cum when i say, understood?”

“mhmm”

“‘mhm’? that’s no proper answer now, is it?”

“yes, yes, i only cum when you say, please, i need it inside.”

“be patient…you’re getting annoying.”

he slipped his hand back into his tight trousers, pulling them down just enough so he could take his cock out, giving it a few pumps while gripping your hip with his free hand, angling you just right and aligning his tip to your entrance, before pulling you down harshly, entering you all at once. you felt as if your whole body was lit on fire, the way he impaled you, he felt so huge. you struggled to take him all on a regular day but now your hole was already sore from the way his rough boots abused it. you felt like you were being split in half, you couldn't even hold yourself up. the only reason you weren’t falling over was for his tight grip on you.

he didn’t give you much time to adjust to him, starting to pound into you hard. so hard you were sure you’d have bruises decorating your ass next to the red marks of his palms left from his harsh slaps. his hips collided with your skin so fucking hard you could feel his hip bones digging into you. and you could feel something different as well. he shaved. not completely, but it was rough and scratching you as opposed to how soft it usually was when it got longer.

“you’re all used up, your hole’s loose, can barely feel anything.” he sighed.

“‘m sorry…” you managed to get out, your voice weak and broken.

“useless.” he complained, nevertheless continuing his abuse on your poor pussy, his pace getting faster now. the sounds coming from his cock sliding in and out of your wet hole, the chain clattering, the chair squeaking, it was lewd, absolutely pornographic. your needy cries and whines filling the room, while you could only hear his moans.

he was clearing bluffing earlier, he could most definitely feel something by the way he was panting and growling in your ear. he was starting to slip out of this persona as he was getting closer himself, licking your earlobe, biting it. he let go of the chain and instead grabbed you directly by the throat, turning your face so you would look at him.

you were an absolute mess, he recognised it, if you were to be wearing makeup it would surely be running down your face along with your tears. but he adored seeing you like this, surrendered to him while he fucked you dumb until you couldn’t form words anymore.

“i’m close s-sir, i don’t think i can h-hold o-on.” you cried out, seeking a bit of mercy from him.

“not yet.” he let out through gritted teeth. he was chasing his own high so desperately.

but you couldn’t stop it, your orgasm overtaking any ounce of control you had up until now, and you just gushed all over him. you were shaking, your cunt throbbing around his cock deep inside you, still fucking you at a relentless pace, it was so much. it happened a couple times before, but it never felt like this. you felt lightheaded and just out of this world. he fucked you that good, too good.

“‘s too much please. too sore.” you screamed, and continued mumbling incoherent stuff to him. he was so fucking close but he knew your limits and he wouldn’t risk hurting you for an orgasm, even though you didn’t use the safe word he slowed down. he grabbed your face tightly by the cheeks, kissing you to shut you up and calm you down, followed by him wrapping his arms around your waist, holding you close to him, and you went limp in his arms.

once he felt your breathing went down to normal, as normal as it could, and you stopped shaking uncontrollably, he started moving again. he needed his release just as much as you did, but you kept whimpering and sniffling with each of his thrusts.

“too much for your poor little pussy? don’t say i didn’t warn you. and you came without my permission, remember?”

“too much alex.”

alex. you called him alex. okay, maybe this was really too much, he knew you liked him hurting you but he didn’t want to actually hurt you.

“get down, finish me off, least you can do.”

he slipped out of you and you winced at the empty feeling, as much as his cock hurt at first, now it was keeping you together. you were about to collapse when he let go of you, but you somehow scrambledinto position, down to your knees in front of him, resting your arms on his thighs over his soaked pants.

“god, you made a mess…” he sighed “get on with it now, you already ruined it for me once with your crying.”

you grabbed his aching cock, all covered in your cum, enough to make it easy for you to start stroking him. you knew just what he needed right now. after running your hand up and down his length a few times to get him back, you squeezed around him.

“fuckkk…harder.” he moaned out. he was very much still your dom, but that was his weak spot. he fucking loved the pain. he’d discovered it with you, when you accidentally hit him once, not even in a sexual matter, and ever since then he explored it more. first on his own, and then he got you to do it for him.

you tugged harder on him, just as he wished, one of your hands going down to his balls, squeezing them in your palm, your nails digging into the thin sensitive skin. you wanted to get him there so bad, to make up for messing up. it didn’t take long for him to become a swearing mess, grunting in between the words he’d throw at you. he came with a growl when your hand went up, squeezing him closer to his throbbing tip. it spurted all over your hand, dripping down your knuckles. you milked him dry, until the very last drop was out.

you did your job, but now you were wasted, cockdrunk and fucked out. you rested your head on his leg for a moment while he came down.

when he was back down to earth he took the collar off from around your neck and he pulled you up into his lap. you were so weak, like a fucking used up sex doll. he held you in his arms, rubbing your arms and raking his fingers through your hair to fix it.

“sorry for cumming before you told me al, and that i wasn’t ready, i really forgot i didn’t mean to-” you started over explaining, didn’t know if he was actually mad at you or something.

“shhhh, it’s fine baby, did i hurt you?’

“no, i mean yeah, but you know. that was so fucking good, just, a lot.”

“mmm, okay, about the boot thing…was that too far? i know you didn’t stop me but”

“uhm…you know…i’ve always had a thing for your boots, but didn’t know how to say it without it being weird”

“did you know? interesting…” that got him thinking of any other things why might be keeping away from him, and how he’d get them all out from you to fulfill each fantasy.

“felt kinda good actually. weird but good”

“‘m glad, cause that was a fucking sight if i’ve ever seen one, i’ll take some pics if you wanna do it again” he suggested, raising his brows at you.

“oh you’re so dirty, you sick goblin.” you slapped his arm playfully “but…yeah, i’d want to see that.”

“so you’re just as dirty, see?” he defeated “lets wash his off now, i love when you make a mess but they’re sticking to me, you know i can’t stand that.”

“just a minute longer please?”

“alright.”

you nuzzled your face into his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, you could’ve gone to sleep right there, his warmth comforting you like nothing else ever will.

a/n: i don’t like how this turned out but BOOTS. been thinking about it for way too long…

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infinite-orangepeel · 2 years ago

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✨steddie ficlet: public escapades, frotting, drinking, past stommy, hurt/comfort

steve harrington has always been a horny ass drunk.

he thinks back to when he was fifteen and tommy hagan came over to ‘hang out’ while his parents were attending a business dinner.

it had been tommy’s idea to break open steve’s dad’s liquor cabinet and steve had obliged if only to impress his friend.

he wanted tommy to like him. he wanted tommy to think he was cool.

so he broke out an expensive handle of whiskey and beckoned his friend over.

over the next hour, they passed the bottle back and forth. inching closer as the night went on. a buzzing warmth spread through steve’s veins and something about the tickle of tommy’s breath on his neck made him painfully hard.

he’d tried to be subtle about relieving the ache between his legs but tommy wasn’t an idiot and steve’s little whimpers of pleasure were hard to ignore.

especially when they were sitting pressed up against each other side by side.

‘woah—are you jerking off, dude?’ tommy slurred, swigging from the bottle.

his pupils trained on steve’s right hand which he was currently using to palm himself over his jeans. the denim made it difficult but if steve didn’t get a hand on himself he’d die.

‘shit. y-yeah. guess i kinda am,’ steve cackled and threw his head back, landing on tommy’s shoulder, ‘sorry. i didn’t mean to make it weird. i’ll stop. pretend it didn’t happen.’

shockingly, tommy groaned, crowded into steve’s space and surprised him by moving his free hand onto the stiff clothed line of tommy’s hardened cock.

‘no. ‘s cool. keep going. i’m horny too. ‘s just the alcohol. doesn’t mean anything,’ he’d said as he slipped a hand down steve’s pants and pulled a deep moan out of him, ‘fuck. you’re so wet, man.’

after the initial incident, steve and tommy made quite the habit out of getting drunk together, touching beneath layers of clothing, dry humping each others thighs while they sipped beers and chatted about ‘guy stuff.’

despite continuing this pattern throughout the next few years, tommy never kissed steve. steve never kissed tommy.

eventually, they both got girlfriends, no longer saw eye to eye, and the past became the past. nothing more to it.

so when steve finds that he and eddie munson are in the same predicament years later—it doesn’t occur to him that eddie could ever have real feelings for him.

‘doesn’t mean anything. ‘s just the alcohol,’ tommy said time and again.

he and eddie started to casually drink together. hands began to wander. small touches, nothing serious. steve logically assumed their nights together would fizzle out into something similarly meaningless.

that is until the night of robin buckley’s 22nd birthday.

they’re at a queer nightclub in indy to celebrate. steve, eddie, robin, nancy, jonathan, and argyle.

robin and nancy have somehow convinced steve to wear a skintight black mesh bodysuit that dips low and reveals a thicket of tawny chest hair, a pair of tight black trousers, and smudged eyeliner.

eddie keeps telling him he looks like a rockstar but steve tries not to think too much into it.

eddie, himself, looks undeniably gorgeous.

only intensifying the annoying crush that steve has spent the last six months trying to squash like a bug.

his hair is tousled messily with mousse.

there’s a new tattoo peeking out from beneath his intentionally shredded tee.

steve yearns to lick the fresh ink, to bite along it. he wants to touch it and watch eddie shiver.

needless to say, it only takes a few drinks for steve to loosen up enough under the flashing lights of the club before he’s sauntering over to eddie and giggling his way through asking him to dance.

eddie smirks, sets down his drink of choice, and immediately grips steve by the exposed flesh of his hips.

‘fuck, baby. it’s ‘bout time. i thought you’d never ask,’ eddie growls into his ear and steve has to hold on strong to his belief that it’s ‘just the alcohol talking.’ doesn’t mean a damn thing.

eddie’s just drunk and horny like he and tommy were all those years ago.

except there’s something noticeably different about being drunk with eddie versus being drunk with tommy.

as the bass thumps across the dance floor, eddie turns steve around so they’re pressed like bookends—chest to spine.

his ringed hands confidently traverse every available inch of steve’s skin. focusing heavily on the fuzzy line of his happy trail and toying with his belt like he might just go ahead and undo it at any point. take steve’s cock out and jack him off on the spot.

eddie’s touch is warm and assured. his breath smells like whiskey and cigarettes. his heart drums against steve’s back and matches the beat of his own.

steve really doesn’t mean to but he can’t take it anymore. can’t hold back.

eddie’s so fucking hot and he feels so good and suddenly, steve’s rolling his hips back into eddie’s cock.

closing the small gap that had previously existed between them and grinding down hard.

eddie gasps in his ear, kisses the side of his neck and uses his firm hold on steve’s waist to increase the friction.

‘ohh, stevie. you have no idea how much i want you right now. your tight little ass feels so good on my cock,’ eddie nips at his jaw and steve can’t help but cry out for more.

‘eddie,’ steve breathes his name like a desperate prayer, ‘please, eddie. need you. want you. please. so fucking turned on right now. fuck.’

eddie snakes an arm fully around steve’s waist and tightens in response.

‘gonna give you everything you want, princess. gonna get you off but i need you to trust me.’

eddie ruts against his ass for a few more minutes and sways along to the music.

steve’s cock is leaking all over the inside of his pants and he’s thankful for the dark atmosphere of the club otherwise he’s sure there would be an obvious stain.

eddie presses kisses to his cheeks, tugs at his hair, shoves away anyone who dares get to close to steve or looks at him the wrong way.

steve sighs to himself somberly.

he’s having the time of his life. he feels like he’s on cloud fucking nine but he knows this will all be over once eddie sobers up and realizes he doesn’t want him in the light of day.

‘bathroom. big stall. now,’ eddie orders him and directs steve forwards with a hand at the nape of his neck. likes he’s walking a dog.

eddie wastes no time. they’re still moments away from entering the bathroom and eddie is unbuckling steve’s belt in front of a crowd of dancing bodies.

‘eds!’ steve half heartedly protests, ‘what if someone sees?’

eddie tugs steve’s jeans down to his thighs right beside the busy bar and grabs a fistful of his ass.

‘let them. you’re beautiful, baby. they should count themselves lucky to get a glimpse,’ he purrs and pets a gentle hand over steve’s dripping cock.

he trembles. moans. turns his face to catch eddie’s gaze for the first time since they started dancing and notices the fullness of his lips. the soft plushness that he wants to slot together with his own.

‘i wish i could kiss you,’ he says with a sad smile and reaches up to trace eddie’s cupids bow with his fingers, shuddering at the thought.

‘who says you can’t?’ eddie backs him into the biggest stall, locks the door and presses him against the wall. face to face, ‘you can have the world. i’ll give you anything you want. all you have to do is ask.’

steve’s knows he shouldn’t but—

‘please kiss me, eddie. please.’

and eddie is on him.

‘i’ve got you sweetheart. gonna kiss you ‘til your dizzy.’

eddie cups his jaw, strokes over the rough stubble that grows there. tongues into his mouth and swallows each of steve’s pretty whines.

they kiss ravenously.

they kiss like they’re starving.

they wrap coiled fingers into each other’s hair and eddie pulls his own dick out to fuck his fist while he works away at steve’s bottom lip—sucking it between teeth. steve follows his lead. jerks himself and inhales sharply when the wet tip of his cock bumps into eddie’s.

the act is devotional, feverish, sacred.

steve’s waited his entire life to be worshiped—never before believing he deserved it.

but kissing eddie—

kissing eddie changes everything.

kissing eddie is the holiest sin he’s ever committed.

‘can i—can i touch you?’ steve asks, breaking the kiss and breathing heavy against eddie’s parted lips.

‘fuck yes. of course you can, baby boy,’ eddie moans back at him and guides steve’s trembling hand to wrap around both of their cocks.

steve weakly mewls at the view. his fist barely fits around the two of them because eddie’s so fucking girthy. measuring a good four inches wide.

‘you’re huge,’ steve says in drunken awe, admiring the spurt of pre that slicks its way down eddie’s length, ‘i want you inside me.’

eddie shakes his head, bites his lip, eyes lidded when he kisses the shell of steve’s ear and nibbles.

‘not tonight, princess,’ he fucks up into steve’s fist and catches on the underside of his cockhead, ‘soon. tonight, this is perfect. don’t wanna rush it.’

steve nods agreeably. he adores the rasp of eddie’s voice. thinks he’d do anything for him if he said it just like that.

‘is this—is this good?’ he asks shyly as he rolls his hips up in time with eddie’s and watches them both become wetter and wetter with obvious desire.

‘so good, baby. so fucking good,’ eddie adds his own hand into the mix and wraps around the base where steve’s hand has trouble reaching, ‘you’re gonna make me cum all over your pretty cock. is that what you want? you want my cum to get all sticky between your thighs so you don’t forget our time together tonight?’

‘yes. wanna feel you. wanna be marked by you. please.’

steve’s abdomen flexes with heat and arousal beneath the thin cover of mesh. he removes his own hand to slap the tip of his cock onto eddie’s. they moan simultaneously.

he gets an idea.

‘move your hand,’ he instructs and eddie obeys without question.

steve drags him in by the hips and uses all of his strength to create as much friction as possible between their dicks.

he thrusts and everything is so fucking slippery that he ends up mostly rubbing himself off against eddie’s v-line. but it doesn’t matter because eddie’s mirroring him and they’re shaking and crying out from the sheer force of pleasure.

‘gonna cum,’ eddie groans, ‘gonna cum. gonna cum—‘

‘me too. close,’ steve bites down on eddie’s shoulder to muffle his screams and watches as they spurt ropes of cum all over each others stomachs, clothes, and cocks.

the next morning, steve wakes up in a bed that doesn’t belong to him.

it takes him a minute. it takes putting on his glasses and blinking a handful of times to remember that he’s in the hotel room he booked for robin’s birthday trip.

it takes him a second longer to remember that eddie munson is sharing a bed with him and that the arms wrapped like a swaddle around his middle belong to the tattooed man, himself.

steve slumps down. sighs. eddie must still be asleep.

he must not realize what he’s doing, but when he wakes up he’s going to do exactly what tommy always did and—

‘mmm. morning, sunshine. you smell good.’

steve freezes.

a sleepy kiss is pressed between his shoulder blades and surely eddie’s dreaming because steve’s not someone worth sticking around for and—

‘i was thinking and look,’ eddie yawns and strokes a hand over steve’s stomach which relaxes him instantly, ‘you can say no, but would you—would you want to go on a breakfast date this morning? i know we’re like hungover and kinda gross, but it’s taken me months to be brave enough to officially ask you so what do you say?’

steve smiles. really smiles. for the first time in a long time. rolls over in bed to face eddie and kisses him square on the mouth.

morning breath and all.

‘i’d say—yes. yes, i’d like that very much.’

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throneofsapphics · 11 months ago

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deadly instincts

Fenrys x Reader

Summary: “That night, Aelin lost a valued member of her court, a dear friend, and trust in another.”

Warnings: angst, suicide (not reader) referenced, violence, implied past abuse, a bit of fluff

A/N: this is based on a request, but I won’t put it here because of spoilers. for @moonlightttfae happy birthday!!

deadly instincts

Fenrys x Reader

Summary: “That night, Aelin lost a valued member of her court and a dear friend, and trust in another.”

Warnings: angst, suicide (not reader) referenced, violence, implied past abuse, a bit of fluff

A/N: happy birthday to -. this is based on a request, but I won’t put it here because of spoilers :)

The two of you had a ‘working’ relationship first. Aelin had scouted you to be another emissary for Terrasen, and you gladly took on the position. In the beginning, you shadowed Fenrys for a while, and the two of you became fast friends - always sent on assignments together.

You were drunk enough you struggled to remember the name of the gods-damned city you were in. It had to be the liquor, considering the foreign dignitaries were smirking at Fenrys, specifically. Even wasted off your ass, you wouldn’t cause an international incident or let your friend. Nope, you were too classy for that.

At least you could hold your liquor, although that couldn’t be said for the male next to you. He let out a low hiss as your foot stomped on his. “Get it together,” you whispered under your breath, as the others looked away.

“I’m not that -”

Gods, even his words were slurring.

“Stop talking.”

Apparently your voice was firm enough, because the male’s mouth snapped closed. A few glasses of water later, you decided he was probably okay for you to walk back to your lodgings.

“We have an early start tomorrow,” you told the others. One man, someone you’d grown to know rather well over the decades, eyes darted between you and Fenrys, before he gave you a knowing look. Your mouth indented at the corner, relaying the silent; not really, but I need to get his drunk ass home.

You slid from the booth, putting a gold mark down to cover your tab, ignoring their attempts to shove it back at you, and linked your arm with Fenrys, “Get it together, wolfie.”

“I told you to stop calling me that.” Good, he was more coherent now.

“Oops, I forgot” your lips curled into a smile, voice honeyed with false innocence.

Fenrys scoffed, and flicked your nose. The bit of alcohol you had delayed your reactions, and you failed to swat his hand away.

Rowan would have both of your asses if he knew you were intoxicated in a foreign kingdom. There’s always a chance it could get back to them. You voiced your concerns.

“What the bastard doesn’t know, can’t hurt him.”

That … insubordination, you guess, isn’t something you could get away with, but Fenrys had known the ‘bastard’ a lot longer than you.

“I love you,” Fenrys sighed, you tilted as he leaned some of his weight on you, leg extending to try and keep your balance.

“Love you too, friend.”

There was an extra emphasis on that last word. Several people, including their majesty and highness, had commented on the ‘romantic’ tension between the two of you. But, you weren’t quite ready for that. A shiver ran down your spine, thinking of your past failed encounters. Disastrous, more like.

Fenrys, as always, noticed, “everything alright?”

A forced smile and nod didn’t seem to satisfy him, but he kept from questioning you further. With great timing, you crossed the threshold of the inn you were staying at, and thanked the gods your rooms were on the first floor.

“Lock your door,” he instructed over his shoulder.

“Yes, yes,” you waved him off, but did, going the extra mile to secure a chair under the handle. Peace had flourished in the continents throughout recent years, but you could never be too careful.

Three weeks later, you were back in Terrasen. Fenrys was … shifty. Not avoiding you, but he’d been looking at you strangely. At first, you thought it was your mind playing tricks on you, but after a few days of it you’d had enough.

“What is it?” You asked. The two of you were alone in his sitting room, a fire raging in the corner. Your legs were stretched out on the couch, Fenrys’s thumb running circles into your couch.

“I don’t want to ruin our friendship,” each word was careful as his body tensed, hand settling down on your leg.

“I’d hope so,” you tried to reply casually - but your heart was racing. The way he looked at you … it was not like a friend.

Every fear from the past surged, bubbling over into a state of near panic, but you forced yourself to focus on him. This was Fenrys, Fenrys was safe. A friend, confidant, and steady presence in your life over the last few years. But, things had slowly been changing for the two of you. More casual touches and affection, craving each other's presence more and more. It felt natural, everything with him was easy, natural even. Maybe your friendship was strong enough to survive if this went … wrong. He reached for your hand, and you let him pull you up to sit.

“Gods you’re beautiful,” he murmured. Carefully, watching each reaction, each tensing of his muscles, you reached for him, letting your hand rest against his cheek. He didn’t flinch, he leaned into your touch.

“I doubt there’s much that could ruin our friendship,” you breathed.

He took his time closing the gap between you, resting his forehead on yours. “So do I.”

“Could we chat, outside perhaps?” A female said with a saccharine smile. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up, but Aelin had said specifically to try and grow closer ties with her territory, so you relented. This entire ball had been ‘fun’ in a way, but you were looking forward to getting back to the suites you and Fenrys now shared. Three blissful and beautiful decades, and you fell in love with him more and more each day.

She led you into a familiar courtyard, and your eyes scanned the area, barely spotting the glint of moonlight on steel.

You managed to duck the deadly swipe to your neck, redirecting it to your arm instead, screaming as flesh tore and blood bubbled out from it. Survival mode kicked in, and you fought back, ducking each of her blows. Where was your magic? At least she doesn’t have any. Throwing her arm to the side, squeezing her wrist to dislodge the knife, before twisting it at the right angle - a small crack and scream coming from her. You kicked her knees out from under her, a sharp blade pressing against her throat. You wouldn’t kill her, now, you needed answers. And help.

From the corner of your eye, blonde hair flashed and a smidge of relief went through you. Fenrys was here, you weren’t alone anymore.

A large weight slammed against you, the back of your head hitting the wall with enough force that stars shone in your eyes, your vision blacking out as a hand squeezed your throat, legs leaving the ground.

Fenrys. Eyes dark and murderous, you tried to whisper his name; but his entire being was filled with rage. What the hell was happening? Your lips opened and closed, not enough air or words to come out. Gods, he was going to kill you.

Air flushed back into your lungs as a strong wind threw him to the side, sending him skidding back against the courtyard, your back brushed against the stone, ass hitting the ground as you struggled to get air back into your lungs.

“W-what?” Aelin was in front of you, her back to you as she seemed to stand guard. Thrumming with murderous energy, thankfully not directed at you. Vaguely, you registered guards tugging the other female away. Good. But … Rowan was speaking to Fenrys in low tones, arms wrapped around his chest to keep him from flying towards the other female.

“Mate,” you read the words on his lips. Something in your chest splintered. Your lover’s mate tried to kill you. And so did he. Instincts, you could understand, but there was no coming back from this. It felt like your future fell apart in front of you.

Aelin’s hand wrapped around your forearm, tugging you to your feet and holding you to her side, carefully skirting out of Fenrys’s vision. “We’ll get you to a healer.”

Every step was a struggle to stay conscious, and you made it all the way to the door of the healers rooms before collapsing.

That night, Aelin lost a valued member of her court, a dear friend, and trust in another. It would take decades to build that up again, even though his reaction could be explained as instinct. They’d all been furious beyond belief, but no more than Fenrys was at himself. Rowan somehow kept him locked away for a week, until his fervor towards the bond had more than settled, and he was begging to try and see you. He made multiple requests - to explain and ask for forgiveness, each one more desperate than the last, but she’d denied each one.

As soon as you healed, you’d left Orynth.

“Do you … want to see him? He asked,” Aelin hesitated on her words, hesitated to dig up the fresh wound. You only looked at her, eyes haunted, and shook your head.

Now, she watched as slung your pack over your shoulders.

“Come back one day?” She nearly pleaded. “Please.”

Recognizing the rarity of the word coming from the Queen’s lips, your face softened. “One day,” the assurance was weak. One day could mean decades or centuries in the lives of immortals, but Aelin would take what she could for now, and hold on to it. Despite needing the space, walking away hurt.

It was three years before you returned. Terrasen was your home, and nowhere else felt right. Facing him would be the biggest struggle, but you couldn’t avoid him forever. You’re immortal, and spending the rest of your life hiding away from your home would be miserable. Disappearing in the early hours of the morning, only the moonlight overhead, and Aelin and Rowan to wave you off.

As soon as you spotted Terrasen, as soon as you breathed in the fresh air - you knew you made the right choice.

Each letter he sent was opened, but never returned. You hated yourself for it, but some part of you still craved him - craved what you had. Something that won’t return. It disappeared that day, within the space of minutes.

One of the conditions of your return was to not work with Fenrys. Aelin hadn’t questioned it.

Each time he spoke to you, public or private, you brushed it off.

Had you ever seen the male cry before? Maybe not. But three years ago took away your ability to. Took away any chance of feeling real human emotions again. Sure, you could fake it - and had done so to great success, but the actual sensations never settled in you anymore.

“I understand … you were protecting your mate,” you forced a small curve to your lips. “I’m past it.”

No, you weren’t. Aelin told you in hushed words what happened to the female - how they’d found her dead by her own hand, and you hated that your former friend went through it - you were still glad the bitch was dead.

Fenrys spent the next century winning you back, and maybe the trust would never fully be there again - but damn you it worked. The same person who took it away, breathed life back into you once you let him in.

Sun warming the sheets, soft snores came from behind you. Soft, but loud enough they’d woken you. Doing the mature thing, you kicked his leg.

“What the fuck?” his eyes opened, still half lidded.

“You’re snoring.”

“Returning the favor, love,” his voice was rough with sleep, and you loved it.

“I do not snore,” you hissed anyway.

“Mhm,” his arm wrapped around your waist pulling you into his chest. You sighed, but melted into his embrace. “Happy anniversary,” he whispered.

#fenrys x reader #fenrys x y/n #fenrys moonbeam x reader #fenrys moonbeam x y/n #throne of glass fic

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headfullofpresley · 2 years ago

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𝐓𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐃𝐨 𝐔𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader

Word count: 4,1K

Summary: Your bacholerette party gets crashed by your fiancé in typical fashion, but even though the party is over doesn't mean that the night is.

Warnings: Elvis being jealous, reader not being jealous at all, strong language, alcohol consumption, smoking, Elvis being a lil tipsy, Elvis punches... someone 👀, sexual innuendos, i guess a teeny tiny bit of smut if you squint real hard (barely), fluff, small mention of Gladys and Jesse.

A/N: there's so much more in this story than the summary states but i suck at writing summaries woops. this was requested by my lovely @marriedtopresley, i hope you like it bby!! <333

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“We get the suite,”

“Nope,”

“Patsy, this wasn’t the deal- the boys get the suite, you girls get the streets,”

“Poor choice of words, West,” your husband’s-to-be cousin pointed out with a frown of her eyebrows before a smile returned to her features. “The answer is still no,”

You watched as they stood in the middle of Elvis’ suite, facing each other down in hopes the other one would break. You knew Patsy was just as headstrong as Red- it was like watching two wild animals circle around each other, waiting for the right moment to attack. It was downright fascinating.

“They’re still goin’ at it?” Elvis chuckled as he appeared next to you, fixing the collar of his dark crushed velvet coat. He had been wearing a full blown leather outfit minutes ago, similar to the one he wore for the special back in ’68, but he soon realised it was too hot for the Nevada climate. The velvet wasn’t much cooler but at least he was able to take some pieces of clothing off without being half naked- something he’d never do unless he was alone with you.

You were still in a bath robe, a glass of champagne in hand- it was only seven o’clock, but it was your bacholerette party… if Red and Patsy would ever give in, that was.

“Yup, and it looks like Patsy’s winning,” you chuckled as you noticed some hotel employees wandering in, beginning to build a tower out of glasses. Elvis let out a laugh as he slipped his arm around your waist, kissing your temple.

“It’s okay, I’ll tell Red you and the girls get the suite. Might do me some good to get out of this place on my last night as a free man,”

You knew he wanted a better reaction out of you other than the grin you gave him, but the thing was.. you weren’t jealous. Despite the amount of female attention Elvis got, it never bothered you. This irked Elvis more than he’d like to admit or that you were aware of, mostly because he could be jealous. Really jealous.

“Thanks, Elvis- now you guys leave, so we can get this party started!” Patsy exclaimed happily as she heard what he said, patting Red on the back who groaned and made his way over to Pat, his wife, to kiss her goodbye for the night.

“Wait, I don’t get to see what you’ll be wearing?” Elvis turned to you, pouting playfully as he circled his other arm around your waist as well to pull you against his chest. You shrugged, laughing as you hung your arms loosely over his shoulders, kissing his lips before you spoke.

“It’s just a simple dress- now the one I’ll be wearing tomorrow is way more fascinating. Patience, my love,”

He rolled his eyes as you tapped his cheek gently, grinning as he went in for another kiss. This time he parted his lips and you gladly welcomed the feeling of his tongue by doing so as well, deepening the kiss. He tasted like bourbon, which Sonny had made him take a shot of earlier, and cigars- it had you craving for more. Unfortunately for the both of you, you were ripped away from each other sooner than you liked but you couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of the guys pulling Elvis out of the room and to God knows where.

The guys knew Elvis didn’t like to be away from you for too long and in order for him to not turn grumpy, they kept pouring shots down his throat. He hated drinking, hated the taste of strong liquor, but after a few rounds the god awful taste simply wasn’t so awful anymore. He was actually having a good time.

After seeing Tom Jones’ show at the Flamingo Hotel, Tom joined their rowdy crowd and he was more than happy to drag Elvis along to the stripclub Sammy Davis Jr. who was present too pointed out. Now if Elvis would’ve been completely sober, he didn’t think he’d spend the night before his wedding in a stripclub in Vegas because he didn’t even like normal parties but he figured for once it would be fine. His friends seemed to have a good time and although he couldn’t stop thinking about what you were doing right now, the drinks caused him to let loose a little and not worry so much.

Until Red had to open his big mouth.

“Ah c’mon, EP- loosen up!” the ginger haired male laughed loudly, leaning back in his seat as he had a girl grinding herself down on his crotch, just like Elvis had. The only difference was that Red was greatly enjoying himself and Elvis was tensed to the bone, giving Red a glare instead of looking at the breasts that were right in front of his nose. Any man would consider him a nut job for not enjoying himself right now. “Y/N probably has a fireman’s ass in her face right about now,”

The rest of the group laughed along with Red, but as soon as they all saw the look on Elvis’ face, the laughter died down and the mood quickly shifted. It was obvious to the dancers too, who quickly sneaked away from the group of men.

“Strippers? There are strippers at that party?”

Elvis' hair was sticking up as if he had just got out of bed because of the girl that had been on his lap running her hands through it and if his voice hadn’t dropped a few octaves, the guys would’ve laughed at him. But they were all very aware of his jealous nature, especially when it came to you.

Sonny cleared his throat a little, planting his hand on Elvis’ shoulder as he let out a soft awkward chuckle. “It’s her bachelorette, EP. I’m sure she’s havin’ a blast and so should you,”

Elvis’ jaw clenched involuntarily as he whipped his head around to look at the man on his other side, pushing his arm off of him roughly. He shot up from his seat, fixing his hair by running his hands through it.

“I told you to have Patsy cancel that shit- I can’t believe she actually went through with it,” he exclaimed angrily, pacing back and forth in their VIP section. Most of the guys stayed silent, trying not to show their annoyance for having Elvis ruin the night because they already knew what was coming.

“We’re leaving,” Elvis barked, ripping open the velvet rope that separated them from the public. Joe immediately got up to follow, as did the others, because it wasn’t exactly safe for the singer to wander out the club alone, let alone be on the streets. He couldn’t even use a public restroom on his own due to crazy people hiding in every corner.

“So, what are you gonna do, huh?” Red sighed deeply as they all climbed into the limousine, looking at Elvis who poured himself a glass of champagne, downing it while scrunching up his nose. “Crash the girls’ party? You’re not even supposed to sleep next to Y/N tonight- you’re gettin’ married tomorrow, man,”

“To hell with all that traditional shit,” he grumbled, reaching for the bottle again as he tore off his glasses and put them atop his head- something he never did but now that he was slightly intoxicated, he didn’t care it made him look silly. “I’m sleepin’ next to my wife tonight, whether she wants me to or not,”

“She ain’t your wife yet,” Tom grinned at him, but before Elvis could comment, Red quickly pushed the champagne glass to raven haired man’s mouth, giving Tom a glare that made him shut right up.

You figured your bacholerette party would be small. Just you, Patsy, Pat, Judy, Barbara and the rest of the Mafia girlfriends, but an hour after you got dressed the champagne tower started flowing and more people started to arrive in the hotel suite. They were all female, such as Nancy Sinatra and the girlfriend of the hotel’s director, so you didn’t mind it all too much.

Compared to Elvis, you liked parties, so it didn’t take you long to get in your usual party mood and were steadily on your way to get intoxicated. But even if you were sober, you would’ve been just as excited about the stripper that barged into the room.

Your fiancé was going to have a whiplash if he was aware of your current activities, but what he didn’t know wouldn’t kill him.

The stripper was hot, naturally, and you happily welcomed it when he pushed you down on a chair in the middle of the room and danced to the music blasting through the room. All the other girls were happily cheering and snapping pictures of the moment the man in front of you grabbed your hands and ran them down his muscles and down over his crotch which was still covered by a pair of firefighter pants. You screamed in excitement, hiding your mouth behind your hands as he took the little crown you were wearing off your head and replaced it with his hat before he pulled his suspenders down his bare shoulders.

You happily obliged as the stripper grabbed your hands and moved them to his pants, signing for you to do undo them. Your fingers moved swiftly as you flicked the button open and pulled the zipper down, Nancy cheering you on as she stood behind you.

Not long after the pants were off and your hands had been forced onto the man’s ass, it sounded like the door was nearly kicked in, followed by gasps coming from several girls in the room.

As soon as Elvis stepped into the room, followed by a panicked Memphis Mafia, and saw the stripper wrapping your legs around his waist, he felt anger boiling in his veins. Red and Sonny weren’t fast enough to hold Elvis back, because he was already striding toward you- you gasped in shock as the stripper was ripped off you and you were pretty sure your eyes were the size of saucers at the sight of Elvis’ fist connecting to the other man’s jaw.

“Elvis!” you screeched as you shot up from your seat, nearly stumbling on your heels as you grabbed his jacket and pulled him off the dancer. The half naked firefighter got back on his feet, grabbing his pants to get the hell out of the room. Elvis noticed the hat you were wearing and pulled it off, throwing it after the stripper- the plastic hit him right on the back of his head.

Joe quickly followed the poor man to do some damage control.

“Everybody out!” Elvis yelled, the volume of his voice roaring above the music and making everyone shoot into action as they left the room as quick as possible. Patsy flashed you an apologetic smile and you responded to it with one of yourself, signing to her that you’d call her later.

Red was the last to leave the room, which he did with a deep sigh and a roll of his eyes, which Elvis luckily didn’t see.

You didn’t want to laugh, honest to God you didn’t, but you couldn’t hold it in due to the drinks you had consumed tonight. Not only did your party last only about two hours, the man that you were marrying tomorrow had just punched a stripper. How in the world could you not laugh?

“I don’t think this is funny,” Elvis snapped at you as he threw his coat on the bed before sitting down at the end of it.

You placed your hand over your mouth as you sat down next to him, giggling in your palm. “I mean..” you inhaled a deep breath, putting your hands in your lap as you looked at him. “Aside from the fact that you ruined my party, it is kinda funny,”

“Did you know there was gonna be a fuckin’ stripper? You knew, didn’t you? And you let it happen anyways,”

You raised your eyebrows at him, even though he barely looked at you. His rings that he was twirling around his fingers repeatedly seemed to be more interesting to him at the moment. You could see by the way his jaw was clenched so tightly and the angry frown on his features that he really did not think this was funny. You knew he was jealous, no matter how silly it sounded in this moment, and while you usually teased him with it you knew that wouldn’t be the best option right now.

But he really did crash your party and you were genuinely having a good time- now you were getting a little annoyed as well.

“No, I didn’t know, Elvis- that’s the whole point of a bachelorette party. The girls took care of everything,” you told him, crossing your legs and folding your arms as you looked at his glasses on the floor which he lost when he took a swing at the stripper. “And you smell of booze and cheap perfume, it’s not like you and the guys were having a cup of coffee downstairs,”

Elvis turned his head, a small grin tugging at his lips. He moved closer to sit up against you, his arm snaking around your waist to let his hand rest on the side of your thigh. “Why? Are you jealous?”

You snorted, looking at him as you tilted your head a little. He leaned down into you a little more, his grin growing wider as a smile spread across your own face. As soon as you spoke, that smug grin was wiped right off his face.

“No, baby, I’m not,”

“Why not?” he exclaimed in frustration as he watched you get up and kick your heels off, picking up his glasses from the floor.

“I don’t know, I’m just not,” you shrugged a little, putting on his glasses as you turned back to him and pointed a finger in his direction. “But I do think it’s unfair you crashed my party and act like a baby just because there was one stripper here while you were in a club full of naked ladies,”

“So you are jealous?”

“No,”

He groaned as he let himself fall back on the bed, his arms spread out as he looked up at the helium balloons that floated against the ceiling. You couldn’t help but laugh softly as you walked over to him, making him look at you as you crawled on top of him and straddled his waist. You pushed the sunglasses up in your hair, placing your hands on his chest as you smiled at him.

“Why do you want me to be jealous so bad, El?”

He sighed deeply as he placed his hands on your thighs, fingertips disappearing underneath the fabric of your short dress so he could let his digits absentmindedly caress your skin.

“It’s not like I want you to be-well… sometimes. Damnit honey, I don’t know. Bein’ jealous means you care and I guess I just would like to see the roles reversed sometimes,”

You laughed softly as he pulled his hands back and pushed his elbows in the mattress, looking up at you with a slight pout on his face. You bit your lip as you suddenly slapped him across the face- not hard enough to leave a mark or anything, but enough to make him look at you with wide eyes and shock written over his features.

“What the fuck was that for?!”

You climbed off of him, pacing the room as you threw his glasses on the couch by the tv. You still weren’t jealous, but if acting as if you were was going to make your man happy, then that’s what you’ll do.

“You went to a stripclub?” you exclaimed in feigned anger, making sure it looked as real as possible. You seemed to be a good enough actress because Elvis sat up again, gawking at you in confusion. “You’re disgusting, Elvis- I don’t believe you! How was it, huh? Did you touch any of them?”

You walked over to him, taking him by surprise once more as you grabbed his hands and placed them on your breasts. “Did theirs feel.. better? Bigger? No, don’t tell me- I don’t think I can take it,” as soon as you put the back of your hand against your forehead dramatically and looked away from him, the both of you couldn’t hold back your laugh. Yours was interrupted by a squeal as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you down on the bed with him.

“You little shit,” he laughed as he hid his face in your neck, trapping you underneath him on the mattress. “I hate you,”

You giggled as you wrapped your arms around him, squeezing him in your embrace while trapping him just as much by snaking your legs around his waist. As he pulled his face out of your neck, you moved your hands down his shoulders and to his chest, opening a few buttons of his blouse.

“You don’t hate me- you love me and I love you, El. Just because I’m not jealous doesn’t mean I don’t care, you know that, right?”

He nodded, smiling down at you as he caressed some hair out of your face before kissing your lips. “I know, baby, I was’ just bein’… stupid,”

“That’s what you get for drinking whiskey,”

He frowned, laughing softly. “How’d you know?”

“I can taste it and you got a mean right on whiskey,”

A smirk spread across his face as he thought back about the stripper he knocked down without blinking a little while ago. He was sure Joe would take care of things and that fucker deserved it, touching his lady the way he did, so Elvis didn’t really feel guilty or whatsoever.

“I got him good,” he wiggled his eyebrows playfully, making you laugh as you tilted your head a little, welcoming his lips in your neck. You grabbed his hand, letting it wander down in between your thighs and right into the panties you wore underneath your dress.

“That good, huh?” he grinned against your skin, a moan rolling off your tongue as he did not wait for a response and slowly pushed a long finger inside of you, making you forget all about your friends who were probably continuing the party elsewhere.

“What if we got married right now?” Elvis questioned, blowing out the smoke from his cigar in circles before tapping off the ashes in the ash tray in your hand.

You frowned as you looked at nothing in particular in front of you, resting against the man’s chest while taking a drag from your own cigarette. You turned to look at the alarm clock on the bedside table, laughing softly.

“It’s 2 in the morning,”

“So? We’re in Vegas, there’s a chapel on every corner,”

You slowly sat up to turn around and face him, pushing out your cigarette in the ash tray. You exhaled the smoke in the other direction, still holding up the sheets to your chest.

“We’re getting married in a few hours, El,” you reminded him to which he laughed at softly, shrugging his shoulders as he placed his cigar in the ash tray and took it out of your hand, placing it next to the alarm clock.

“I know but tomorrow’s gonna be so busy with everyone there and we have this damned schedule to follow- tomorrow won’t belong to us alone, but we still have the night,”

The excitement of his crazy idea was rubbing off on you and as he slipped his hands into yours, you shook them wildly.

“You’re right, you’re so right but.. is this even possible? I mean, legally,”

“Baby, this is Las Vegas,” he reminded you again with a laugh. “Anything is possible,”

You nodded as you laughed, kissing him over and over again. “Okay, let’s do it. Let’s get married,” you said as you jumped up from the bed, running into the walk-in closet. “I have the perfect outfit!”

You wore a short baby blue skirt with a matching long sleeved blouse, putting the hood on and letting your hair drape over the shape of your breasts. You had a traditional dress for tomorrow, but what you and Elvis were doing right now was anything but traditional and you were excited about it- maybe even more excited than for the big day tomorrow.

He wore his crushed velvet outfit, including big golden belt and sunglasses and all- true Presley fashion.

Despite the excitement of it all, you tried to convince Elvis to bring one or two of the guys for safety, but he wouldn’t hear it. He didn’t want anyone else but you and him to know about this- tomorrow he was going to officially promise his loyalty to you and make you his wife in front of family, friends and probably way too many reporters. He was pretty sure everyone would want his attention at all times and he wouldn’t spend the amount of time alone he wanted with you until the honeymoon, so this little pre-wedding was going to be good and it was going to happen.

He had made up his mind and he wasn’t going to change it.

And you didn’t want him to, and even if you did, it was too late now. You and Elvis were already sneaking through the hotel and into the garage like a couple of teenagers, driving off to a chapel that wasn’t crowded by drunk people who were going to wake up married to a stranger tomorrow morning.

You and Elvis found one that seemed quiet enough way on the other side of the city, close to the desert. There were barely any people around and you were surprised they were open and doing services at all, but the few people that worked at the chapel sure as hell weren’t going to close up shop now that Elvis Presley walked in.

Getting married in a tiny chapel in the desert was hardly a girl’s dream, but you were over the moon as you got married to the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. You’d have your ‘real’ wedding tomorrow and although you didn’t have rings to give each other now, you didn’t care where Elvis and you would promise your love to each other.

You’d follow him anywhere he’d go and you were hundred per cent certain he’d do the same for you, because it simply didn’t matter where in the world you were- as long as you were by each other’s sides.

“Sorry about the lack of cake, Mrs. Presley,” Elvis grinned from beside you as you sat on the hood of his car, looking up at the stars that twinkled in the dark sky. There were two that flickered extra hard and both you and your husband had decided those were Gladys and Jesse, watching over you and being part of your silly and chaotic night.

You laughed softly as you handed the bottle of champagne the workers at the chapel gifted you to him. “There’ll be plenty of cake tomorrow, my husband,”

He smiled down at you as you hooked your arm through his and snuggled up to him, putting your head on his shoulder. He took a few small sips from the bottle, kissing your head as he pushed it back in your hand. He did not like the taste of champagne at all and he already had too much of it tonight, so you were the one who drank most of it.

“I like the sound of that- my wife,”

“Me too,” you grinned as you raised your head to look at him, pecking his lips. “I love you,”

“I love you more,” he said in between kisses, pulling your legs across his lap before resting his hand on your thigh. You placed the bottle behind you, folding your hands behind his neck as you wrapped your arms around him.

“How much more?” you smiled playfully as you looked at him when he pulled his head back in his neck a little, pretending to think about it as he looked up at the sky.

“To the moon,”

“And back,” you immediately responded with a giggle, kissing him once more as soon as he turned back to you.

He didn’t hesitate to kiss you back.

When it came to you, Elvis never hesitated- out of everything in his life, you had always been the most steady and you were always going to be.

Just like that big, bright moon above that shone on you and him in this moment, you were his rock and he was yours.

The vow goes; “to have and to hold, to love and to cherish, till death do us part.”

But for you and Elvis, you wholeheartedly believed that you’d be together even after living out a happy and adventurous life- with your souls entangled the way they were, it was inevitable.

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here2bbtstrash · 2 years ago

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For your drabble reqs - I’ve been sitting on this for a hot hot hot second because imagining jimin’s crotch grinding on my ass and what could follow is turning me feral -

on your first date with shy Park Jimin, you both drink more than anticipated to take the edge off and end up getting a little too touchy feely on the dance floor.

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MALLORYYYYYYY thank u for this lovely lovely req 🙆‍♀️ this was the perfect thing to shake the rust off!!! i hope you enjoy this one 💌

~taking jihope drabble requests all month!!~

pairing: jimin x reader wordcount: 1k exactly mmmm satisfying contains: alcohol use, first date, reader and jimin are a lil sloshed, horny thots are thunk, grinding on the dancefloor, jimin calls himself a slut lmao, jimin playing with her panties through her dress and getting hard, sooooo it's kinda semi-public i guess, mentions of begging and sub!jimin, going home on the first date..... think that's it!

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Your drinks catch up to you on the dancefloor, all at once.

You’ve thrown them back like water tonight, faster than you normally would on a first date. But the man who’s sat across from you all night is intimidatingly gorgeous, not to mention sweet and soft-spoken and full of endearing little habits, like the way he pouted down into his own glass as he lifted it for a sip only to realize he’d already finished it.

Then he’d glanced up again as the empty glass tapped back down onto the table between you, his eyes just barely narrowing in a way that somehow managed to change his entire expression– made your stomach do a little backflip, too.

His voice was spun silk when he asked the question, dripped in something not quite innocent.

“Do you want to dance?”

What you hadn’t accounted for when you’d nodded your agreement and tried to will the flush of heat out of your face was the fact that dancing would mean getting even closer to Jimin. Dancing means his hands cupping the curve of your hips, warm through the thin fabric of your dress. You also hadn’t accounted for the way your liquor-soaked brain would take that spark and run a marathon with it, imagining those hands tangling in your hair, circling the buds of your breasts, slipping up your skirt.

There’s a steady pulse thudding in your core, in time to your heart and the bass of the speakers, and you swear the beat skips every time the flashing lights catch on an edge of Jimin: the full lines of his lips, the hoops sparkling diamond-bright at the corners of his jaw, the flicker of his lashes over the soft color bloom in his cheeks.

It’s too much. The space between your thighs aches, begging to be filled, and so you let your body lead. The room spins a little; you turn with it, Jimin’s hands fluttering at your waist.

You don’t know who initiates it– if you pressed back, if he pulled you in, or if the draw is all magnetism– but the space between your bodies narrows and then disappears. Your hips slot together, easy.

Something tells you the alcohol’s not to blame for the headrush buzz that hits you at the warmth of Jimin’s body under yours. The colors of the club smear together on the backs of your eyelids, and your lips part for a breath in when you feel his hips roll into yours like he knows what he’s doing.

And then his soft voice paints heat up the slope of your neck, and your eyes blink open again. “Can I tell you something?”

“Y-yeah,” you stutter on your next exhale. The motion of his hips is steady now, a deliberate grind against the swell of your ass, a riptide threatening to drag you under. You make no attempts at resisting.

“I’m kind of a lightweight,” he admits, and you can hear that it’s true, his words sliding into each other. You can’t help your giggle, partially because you weren’t expecting his confession, and partially because, well– you’re feeling it too.

“That’s okay.” You do your best to reassure, speaking up to carry over the pulse of the music. “Me too, I think.”

“Can I tell you something else?”

Jimin’s voice sinks low into his chest when he asks the question, and the rumble of it vibrates through you like the thrum of a plucked string, underscored by his hips still rocking into yours. You drag your teeth over your bottom lip before you answer.

“Uh-huh.”

His nose grazes the line of your jaw, and you can hear the shy smile in his words when he speaks again.

“I’m also kind of a slut.”

Your breath hitches in your chest and you wonder if Jimin feels it. It’s so dark, your bodies pressed flush– it’s hard to keep up with where you end, where he begins, his tight black t-shirt and jeans blurring at the edges of your little black dress.

“That’s more than okay,” you finally manage, and you feel him dig just a little deeper into where he has you, gripping tighter at the line of your waist, as if making a promise of what’s to come.

“Yeah?” Jimin purrs.

You let your body answer him, let your hands slip over his to guide them lower, a slow tease. It’s easier to ask without words, your head dropped back against his shoulder, his fingertips seeking out the v-line of your panties through your dress, tracing the lace edge.

There’s no question that the crotch of his jeans has filled out now; you can feel him straining against denim, an insistent bulge at the curve of your ass. When you roll your hips in a circle, it earns a soft moan in your ear, one you could easily return at the wet drag of your thong when Jimin tugs at the fabric, rubbing a taste of friction just right over your clit. It lights your body up, a live fucking wire, and you need more than what you can get away with on this dancefloor.

“Anything else you want to tell me?” you murmur up to the ceiling.

Jimin’s mouth is hot when he presses a tongue-first kiss to the hinge of your jaw, then takes your earlobe between his teeth before answering. “Your body is driving me crazy. Wanna… fucking beg for it.”

“Shit,” you can’t help groaning, reaching a hand up to tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck. You feel him stiffen all over when you tug a little, swear his dick even jumps in his pants. “I’d love to see you down on your knees, Jimin.”

“I’ll be so good for you,” he outright whines, and you tighten your grip, arching your back to better rut yourself against him.

There’s only one question left to ask, it seems, and you can’t wait a second longer.

“Your place or mine?”

#jimin smut #jimin x reader #jimin x y/n #bts smut #bts x reader #min-yoongigenius #mbox 📮#jihope month 🌹#jihope month drabbles 💌

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language-of-love · 5 months ago

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Am I really writing fic again? Not sure...but I guess maybe...cause I wrote a thing. Colin and Penelope have me in a vice, y'all.

No idea which of my blogs to use since this is a new fandom for me, so I chose this one. (*waves hello*) Do I even remember how to make a post? LOL

Anyway...here's a tiny little kiss fic, cause that's what I do.

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never been kissed...

His first was an embarrassment. Fumbling fingers mixed with overwhelmed breaths, the memory built up in his estimation as more revelatory than it was in actuality. There were feelings, undefinable, but new and full and far from perfunctory. The stirring he’d imagined to feel in his belly he’d felt, but not for the nameless partner, but more for the act itself. He’d been left wondering if there was more, something beyond the fluttering like moths wings and mild nausea he’s still unsure was from the touch of another's lips or his nerves alone.

His second was rushed, drunken and hazy, the remnants of it only tickling at the edges of brown liquor-poisoned flashes of dimly lit sights and muffled sounds. His pockets were left lighter from too many coins spent for something so unmemorable.

His third was better. Confidence and less alcohol proved to be improved bedfellows than his previous encounter, experienced lips matching his eagerness and hands finding purchase on areas before unexplored by soft fingers. He’d flushed at the intimacy of the act, thought back on it fondly, but remembered her hands far more than her mouth. Perhaps that is to be expected.

The few more that followed brought pleasure and exploration, but each one leaving him searching for that elusive something…something life-altering, something poetic, something… more . Looking back at his diary from that time, his confusion over his own feelings, or lack thereof, is etched into the pages with long dry ink. How could he have known something so seemingly unknowable to a man of two and twenty.

The next was his last, the last of the life he’d known before and first of the life irrevocably reshaped after.

Every millisecond of it is etched on his heart, forever being retraced with each minute that passes spent by her side. The warmth from the blush blooming beneath the impossibly soft skin of her cheek, it still causes his fingertips to flex at the slightest reminder. Her eyes, two swirling oceans of impossible blue, wide and questioning, slowly fluttering closed as he'd drawn her closer. He’d never felt so exposed, so uncertain, yet confusingly certain at the same time. That slight pull in his gut he’d felt before, it was nothing contrasted to the plummet his stomach had taken as the plump fullness of her bottom lip made contact with his own. If he’d known what electricity to feel like, he’d have been able to describe it with perfect accuracy. It was quick and searing, warmth being drug to the surface of his skin at the speed of a herd of wild horses tearing across a meadow. And then it was gone, over far too soon and leaving him near panicked and needy in ways when he looks back on he can’t help but feel foolish. He can’t give himself the credit of courageousness or strength for drawing her back in, for it had been born out of necessity, an inability to not have his lips back where they belonged. With each soft slide of her mouth against his own and the warmth of her breath igniting the space between them from the sighs escaping her throat...the formula, the construction, the intricacies of how a kiss was supposed to feel came crashing through the haze he’d been wandering through much too far away.

Entirely too far away from her .

How was he to know that this thing he’d been searching for had been here all along?

Not this thing, this person . This singular being who made it all make sense.

Pen.

#polin #polin fic #colin bridgerton #penelope featherington #bridgerton #bridgerton season 3 #bridgerton spoilers #I can't believe I wrote something - it's been ages #but my god #give me a plus sized leading lady and absolutely adorable leading man #and I'm a goner #and I am here for how demisexual Colin is coded #give me all of it #sorry for the tag abuse #it's been a while #colin x penelope

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firstkanaphans · 1 year ago

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I love these prompts. How about J for AlanGaipa?

[J]oking about kissing—and then actually doing it::

Alan was drunk. He hadn’t meant to be—he was usually very good at holding his liquor—but some things you just weren’t meant to go through sober and attending the wedding of an ex was apparently one of them. He’d started the evening off with a shot to settle his nerves and it had all been downhill from there.

It wasn’t that he wasn’t happy for Wen. They hadn’t been good for each other—he realized that now—but seeing him at the front of a church smiling as he made promises of forever brought back memories Alan had tried very hard to bury. He wasn’t sad so much as lonely. So, in what he could only describe as a fit of deep depression, he stole a bottle of wine from the bar and snuck away to drink it.

He ended up sprawled out on the grass in the back corner of the spacious gardens where the reception was being held and although the sounds from the party drifted out to him, it was far enough away that he felt like he was alone. Or at least he had until a man turned the corner, spotted him, and stopped in his tracks.

Alan was drunk enough that he had to squint to bring the man into focus. Only then did he recognize Gaipa. He tried to sit up straighter in an effort to maintain just a bit of dignity in front of a client, but he immediately slunk back down again. He didn’t have the energy—or the sobriety—for professionalism tonight. He took another swig from the wine bottle instead.

“Khun Alan,” Gaipa greeted. “Are you hiding, too?”

“My ex just married the hottest man I’ve ever seen in my life,” Alan grumbled. “Of course I’m hiding.”

Gaipa chuckled and then, to Alan’s surprise, took a seat on the ground next to him. “Mind if I join you?”

Alan made a barely intelligible noise of consent and Gaipa smiled at him softly before turning his attention to the sky. Alan tried to follow his gaze, but looking upwards made him feel dizzy, so he settled for staring at Gaipa instead. The moonlight shining off of his skin made him look like a statue: beautiful and stoic. Alan wanted to admire him.

“What are you hiding for?” Alan asked after almost a minute of silence. “I thought you were part of their happy little chicken cult.”

“Chicken cult?” Gaipa laughed.

Alan waved him off. “You know what I mean.”

Gaipa just stared at him, that ever-present kindness in his eyes. There was something else there this time, though. A darkness that Alan often saw reflected in his own. Gaipa looked away.

“I might have spent a good decade of my life in love with one of the grooms,” he said forlornly. “I guess I’m just mourning what could have been. But it’s fine. It’s totally fine. Would you mind if I had a sip of that?”

Alan passed over the wine bottle and Gaipa took several large gulps before lowering it with a wince. “I don’t actually like wine,” he said in explanation.

That didn’t surprise Alan. Gaipa was young and uncomplicated. He was also very, very pretty.

“It’s his loss, you know,” Alan said, taking the wine bottle back from him. “Unfortunately, your precious Uncle Jim has horrible taste in men.”

A slight blush rose to Gaipa’s cheeks. Alan wasn’t sure if it was because of the words or the wine.

“It’s their loss,” Gaipa corrected. “Wen was an idiot for leaving you. If only they could see us now…”

“Drunk and pining?” Alan asked.

“No.” Gaipa laughed. “Together. Trash talking them at their own wedding. You know, I bet between the two of us, we know all of their dirty little secrets. We’re a force to be reckoned with. They should fear us.”

“Oh, if they saw us together, they would hate it,” Alan said. “Can you imagine? Just an ever-constant reminder of their past mistakes.”

It was a nice thought. And not just because Alan wanted Wen to see that he still had options. It was nice because it was Gaipa and sitting here with him was the least lonely Alan had felt in weeks.

The two of them looked at each other as the words and the alcohol settled between them and Alan could tell that they were thinking the exact same thing. He wasn’t sure which of them moved first, but the next thing he knew, they were kissing.

Gaipa’s lips tasted like sweet red wine and revenge.

When Alan finally pulled away, his heart was racing, inundated with feelings he hadn’t felt in a very long time. Gaipa didn’t run. He just sat there, his mouth open in surprise.

“I don’t think it’ll work unless they can actually see us,” Gaipa said, but Alan’s desires had suddenly changed. This moment wasn’t for Wen anymore. It was for him. So he leaned in, tangled his fingers in Gaipa’s hair, and kissed him again until the wedding became nothing more than background noise.

[Part 2 here]

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pink-sparkly-witch · 1 year ago

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The One That Got Away - Chapter Five

Warnings: tw: child abuse, tw: physical abuse, tw: slut shaming, angst, language.

Word Count: 1.5k

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x Female Reader

A/N: There are TRIGGER WARNINGS in this part - please heed these, and if you think you’ll be affected by any of them, please do not read.

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“Dean,” Mary got up from the table and went to the fridge, opening its door and pulling out a beer bottle. “Have a seat, sweetie,” she said, pulling out a chair and putting the bottle on the wooden dining table.

“Thanks, Mom. So, what don’t I know?”

“Sounds like Y/N might be back in town, son,” John said. “We don’t know for sure yet, only Jess has seen her, but she’s a nurse, and if it is her, she’s going by Singer now,” John carefully eyed Dean. Seeing his son go through such a range of emotions was heartbreaking.

“Yeah, it’s her,” Dean whispered, wiping his hands down his face.

Clearing his throat, Dean downed half of his beer in one swallow. “Bobby told me after Thursday's shift before I went fishing with Benny and Cas. Danny’s not got long left. His liver and heart are going, and he’s in a hospice. So, Bobby called her and said it might be time to think about coming home.”

“I didn’t even think of making the connection to Bobby,” Jess said softly. “He’s her uncle?” she clarified, and Dean nodded.

“Her mom’s brother. Caroline died in a fire when Y/N was little. Then her dad turned to booze and beatings to cope with his grief,” he glanced at Jess, who had a horrified frown on her features.

“From what I saw today and how caring and kind she was to me, I’d never have guessed she went through something like that,” Jess commented, and Dean chuckled.

“That’s Y/N for you! Carries the whole damn world on her shoulders, and you’d never know it. She cares about those around her way more than she cares about herself. She always has,” he smiled.

“You guys were a thing back in the day?” Jess asked curiously, and Dean let out a soft laugh.

“Yeah, you could say that! Dad, Bobby, and Danny go way back, and Mom and Caroline became best friends, so Y/N and I grew up together. We were best friends before we became childhood sweethearts. She was my first everything, and I was hers.”

“They could’ve been married with a couple of kids and a dog by now if he’d asked her to stay,” Mary pointed out, and Dean shook his head in exasperation. “Did Bobby say if anyone came with her?” she continued, trying to find out if someone had followed her from her past life.

“No. No husband or boyfriend,” Dean smiled, knowing the real reason behind his mom’s question. “Bobby said she dated but never settled with anyone. Apparently, she was a love them and leave them, too!” he chuckled just a little bitterly.

“Cute little thing like her, bet she broke some hearts!” Mary grinned. “Now that she’s back, are you gonna finally tell me why you didn’t ask her to stay back then? You and I both know she would’ve if you’d asked her to,” she enquired gently.

“I wanted to. God, I wanted to so bad! But I couldn’t do that to her,” Dean rubbed a hand down his face. “You’re right, Ma. She’d have stayed if I asked her to, and she asked me to ask her. If I had, I’d have married her as soon as we were eighteen, got her out of that godforsaken house. Ain’t no doubt about it. But I couldn’t.” He stood from his seat and brought the whiskey out of the liquor cabinet with three glasses. Mary wasn’t a whiskey drinker, and Jess was pregnant, so John took one of them and Sam another.

“She took a damn beating every day for fifteen years, Ma, from the one person who was supposed to protect her. He was her only parent, and he beat her because she looked too much like her mom. Because she survived,” Dean fumed as he fought to keep the tears at bay.

“Her mom begged him to get her out of that house, and he punished her for it. She was only three years old! That’s her first memory, the fire and her mom screaming at her dad to make sure she got out. Did you know that?” It was a rhetorical question, but the hurt and shock were hard for everyone to hide.

“I don’t know if she still does, but before she left, that memory used to replay itself as a nightmare whenever she was scared or stressed. Y/N didn’t deserve any of it. She deserved a life without beatings and abuse, and hatred. And if going to Chicago instead of Lawrence, fuck, even Kansas City or Wichita gave her that, then who was I to stop her?

“If I’d asked her to stay, her life wouldn’t be any better because of it. Sure, I could’ve protected her from the beatings and got her away from him. But Jody would still call her whenever he got arrested. Y/N would still have to deal with his rage, and she’d still fall victim to his verbal assaults and vulgar degrading. I did the only thing I could to truly protect her and… I let her go.”

Mary rushed over to him and hugged him tightly, trying to ease the pain her eldest son still felt after all this time, and she knew then what she had to do. Mumbling that she’d be right back, she headed upstairs to her bedroom and opened the drawer on her bedside cabinet. She pulled the ageing envelope out, the word ‘Dean’ scrawled in blue ink in unmistakable handwriting and returned downstairs.

“Years ago, Y/N wrote me a letter,” Mary explained to Sam and Jess, as the others already knew about it. “She was in therapy, and her therapist thought it’d be a good idea to write letters to the people she cared about most, and she told me what happened. We all knew something was happening, but I had no idea the extent of it. The fractured skull when she was six? Choking her at seventeen because she missed curfew?” Mary shook her head in disgust. John wrapped his arms around Mary to stop himself from getting in his car and killing the sick bastard himself.

“Was it ever…?” Sam let his question hang in the air, not wanting or needing it to be said aloud.

“It fucking better not have been, or I’ll kill the bastard myself!” John fumed.

“No, thank God,” Dean answered. “Always physical and verbal. The fractured skull and when he choked her were the worst he’s done to her. There were countless other fractured and broken bones, though. He was smart, and that made me so fucking mad! He’d always play off the broken bones as just a kid being a kid, you know? He’d say she fell from the climbing frame in the park or got injured doing gymnastics or playing hockey or netball. She fractured her skull and had a severe concussion from falling down the stairs, not because he pushed her so hard she fell into a fucking hardwood coffee table.

“The manipulative bastard hardly ever left a mark where anyone could see. She had a few black eyes and bruises on her arms throughout the years, and that was it, at least until he tried to strangle her. He damn near killed her that night. She was blacking in and out of consciousness and only got him off her by hitting him over the head with her mom’s crystal vase. She knocked him out cold!” he chuckled sadly. “All because she was helping me graduate. He thought she missed curfew because she was “whoring herself out” to me, but she was helping me study. I never forgave myself for that.”

“Don’t blame yourself, son. Y/N told me you knew everything and made her feel safe and loved. She told me you blamed yourself for what happened to her that night, but she knew it would have been something else if it wasn’t because she missed curfew. She never blamed you for it. For any of it,” Mary smiled sadly at Dean’s scoff of laughter. “And she apologised. For leaving you and breaking your heart,” Mary said, desperate to comfort him.

“I broke hers more when I didn’t ask her to stay,” Dean responded. “If I could go back, I’d…” he sniffed, wiping the tears from his cheeks.

“I know you were hurt when a letter never came for you. But one did, and it was in with mine. Y/N told me to give you this when the time was right and if it was in your best interests. I honestly didn’t know if I’d ever give it to you. If the time would ever be right, but that time is now. I’m not gonna apologise for keeping this from you,” Mary held her hand up to cut off his rebuttal. “If I’d given this to you all those years ago, you’d have run off after her, and I don’t think you’d like what you would’ve found,” she finished as she handed him the letter.

Dean sobbed as he recognised her handwriting and ran his fingers gently over the faded ink. Turning it over, he glanced up at his mom, a silent question hanging between them.

“I didn’t read it. It wasn’t my place to,” Mary raised her hand, wiped his wet cheeks, and gave him a gentle wink. Dean tore open the envelope without another second’s hesitation.

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thekinkyleopard · 4 months ago

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SnzFire of Hostility

Part 4 of 6

A Snzfic series

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

Public Humilitation/Degradation, Force Allergen,

SnzFucking, Mess M

Description: Draeko is the fresh meat at College, new in town, and at first the jocks Alistar and Kanai, don’t find much interest in him. Until they find out he’s rather a little factory of entertainment and fetish gold. What will become of them all?

Author’s Notes: 😀 I thought this was gonna win in the poll, guess not. CONSUME THIS CONTENT ANYWAY ITS DELICIOUS. 😤 Sorry it took me so long to update this series, I have depression. 😗 @aller-geez did the art and owns both Draeko & Kanai.

Draeko sat at the edge of his bed, his eyes glued to the text on his screen, a mass message that had been sent out to the entirety of the college. There was a party being held at Al and Kanai’s frat house, but Draeko was feeling especially nervous to attend. He’d been actively avoiding their invitations to hang out for a few days after the incident in the gym. However, despite doing what’s best for himself, which is staying away from hypersexul men that use him like a play thing….the devil on his shoulder cried out for the attention. “Get it together, Drae…” he sighed to himself setting his phone to the empty spot on the bed next to him.

Despite his inner turmoil, Dreako found himself drawn to the idea of letting loose at the party. He had been keeping to himself for too long, buried in his textbooks and avoiding any social interaction that might lead him into a similar situation as the one at the gym. But something about the invitation from Al and Kanai sparked a flicker of desire within him. Maybe it was the need to prove to himself that he couldn't be pushed around or taken advantage of so easily.

With a deep breath, Draeko stood up from his bed and made a decision. He was going to the party. As he changed into more casual clothes, he could feel the nerves fluttering in his stomach, but he pushed them aside. This was his chance to show those bullies that he was in control of his own choices and body, no matter what temptations or dangers were presented to him.

Adjusting his shirt in the mirror, Draeko met his own gaze and saw a determination shining back at him. With one last deep breath, he nodded and headed out the door. It was already an hour past the time scheduled for the party, which made Draeko feel a bit less nervous, shows he isn’t desperate since he didnt appear early. The frat house was alive with music and laughter as Draeko approached, the sound spilling out onto the street and mingling with the cool night air. He could see shadows moving behind the curtains, silhouettes of people dancing and chatting inside. As he climbed the steps to the entrance, his heart pounded in his chest, but he welcomed the feeling as a sign that he was taking back control of his own narrative.

Pushing open the door, Draeko was hit by a wave of warm air scented with sweat and alcohol. The familiar buzz of a party surrounded him, and for a moment, he hesitated at the threshold. But then he remembered why he was here – not to cower or hide, but to stand tall and reclaim his own power.

Taking a step forward, Draeko entered the fray. The music pulsed through him, setting his nerves alight with a different kind of energy. He scanned the room, recognizing some faces from class, receiving a few loose waves of acknowledgment. “Drinks….where are the drinks…” Draeko thought to himself, some alcohol in his system would bring forth a bit more confidence as he scoped out the kitchen. Making his way through the crowded party, Drae finally spotted his target at the end of the hallway. Bottles of various liquors lined the counters, and groups of people were gathered around makeshift bars, mixing drinks and laughing. The hybrid felt a surge of determination as he headed towards the kitchen, ignoring the curious glances from some of the partygoers.

He poured himself a shot of whiskey, the burn of it down his throat giving him a jolt of courage. As he turned to leave the kitchen, he bumped straight into another person, almost knocking the wind from himself and spilling a bit of his drink on their shirt. "Oh, I'm so sorry," Drae stammered, looking up to meet the gaze of the person he had accidentally collided with. Alistar. With the world’s largest, shit eating smile spread across his face.

Draeko's heart skipped a beat as he locked eyes with the red eyed delinquent. “Hey there Squeaks, Glad to see you could make it,” winking a glossy ruby orb in his direction. The mutt swallowed hard and tried to muster up the fake confidence he was trying to receive from his beverage to act unbothered and un-phased.

“Oh you know, had nothing else to do so I figured why not, right?” shrugging his shoulders, rolling his two toned eyes and swishing his drink in hand.

“Yeah? Well, ain’t it just a peach to see you spare some time for little ol’ me….” The red head stepped closer, his breath could be felt from the closeness of his body and the hybrid found himself feeling weak at the knees, so he stepped back a pace. Draeko forced a smile, trying to maintain his composure despite the lingering unease in his chest. He could feel Alistar's gaze on him, assessing, probing for any vulnerability to exploit. But Drae refused to let himself be intimidated.

"Well, I wouldn't want you to feel lonely in your own house," he replied, his tone light but laced with a hint of defiance. Alistar chuckled, the sound sending shivers down Draeko's spine.

"Oh, I never get lonely, Squeaks," Alistar purred, leaning in even closer until Drae could practically feel the heat radiating off him. "Especially not with such intriguing company around." Draeko's grip on his drink tightened as he tried to edge past Alistar, but the redhead moved with him, blocking his path effortlessly. The hybrid's heart hammered in his chest as he searched for an escape route, his mind racing with adrenaline. “Ahh, come on, don’t run away from me, remember how my fingers felt ins-��” suddenly a hand clasped around Al’s mouth as Drae silenced him with reddened cheeks.

“SHH! What if someone HEARS YOU?” The hybrid blushed brightly, his heart racing as he chugged the rest of his drink now out of sheer nervousness. Alistar's muffled laughter vibrated against Draeko's palm, causing the hybrid to roll his eyes and avoid the other’s heated gaze. The larger reached up to pull the mutt’s hand off his face with a playful look still plastered upon him.

“Oh come on, don’t be a stick in the mud now, Pup,” wiggling his brows a bit, teasingly. Alistar then stepped around Draeko and plucked a beer from the ice bucket on the counter. “Why not get a few more of these in ya, hm? Then I’m sure the tune will change,” biting his lower lip just barely enough to be noticeable, but Drae noticed it.

The smaller's heart raced as he watched Alistar's every move, the conflicting emotions within him like a storm threatening to break loose. Part of him wanted to run, to flee from this dangerous dance they seemed to be caught in, but another part, a darker and more primal part, was enticed by the danger, by the challenge of facing Alistar head-on. With a shaky breath, Drae took the beer that he was offered and raised it to his lips, the cool liquid washing away some of his nerves but not the wariness that lingered in his mind.

He could feel Alistar's gaze on him, like a physical touch trailing over his skin, igniting a fire that burned with equal parts desire and trepidation. Yet still, Draeko promised himself to not be ensnared by those ruby eyes again. Steeling himself, he straightened his posture and let a sly grin curl at the corner of his lips.

"Fine, but you need to watch yourself there, demon,” narrowing his mint and grey eyes in the other’s direction, almost scanning his entire body to make sure the man wasn’t about to try him. Alistar instead chuckled, grabbing one for himself and popping the cap off with a swift motion.

“Hmm, we’ll see,” was the only words the red head could muster before bringing the liquid to his lips, and once he swallowed he pulled the bottle away thoughtfully. “Though, I’ve already had a few of these so…can’t make any promises,” winking cheekily at the blushing mutt. The tension could be cut with a spoon it was so thick, Drae finding it harder to focus the more alcohol he put in his system. It was but a few seconds of silence before they were interrupted by Alistar’s right hand, Kanai.

“Oh, Hello Draeko, good to see you could make it,” he spoke cordially, almost like the incident in the gym never happened and he was breaming with self confidence. Draeko's eyes flickered briefly to Kanai, the more composed and controlled of the two friends, before returning his attention to Alistar. His heart still raced from the intensity of their interaction, but there was a flicker of relief at the interruption. Taking a step back, he inclined his head in greeting to the hound.

"Hey, Kanai. Thanks for having me over," he replied, his voice steady despite the lingering adrenaline coursing through him. Kanai offered a polite smile and a nod of his head in return, his clear blue eyes assessing Draeko with an unreadable expression. "Of course, you're always welcome here," he said smoothly, his voice a stark contrast to Alistar's more teasing tone. The larger men shared a brief look that held unspoken communication before Alistar broke the silence with a casual grin.

"Come on, we should get to the dance floor," he suggested, slinging an arm around Draeko's shoulders as if they were old friends. Drae quickly downed his drink and grabbed another before allowing the red-headed student to lead him back to the main area where most of the others were socializing. The hybrid was starting to feel woozy as the effects of the alcohol kicked in and the nerves of being within Al’s presence started to shift to that of excitement. He silently cursed himself. ‘Stop acting like a love sick puppy, this dude is using you,’ he chastised himself but unable to pull away from the other’s embrace.

His train of thought was broken down when he reached the middle of the living space with the two men. Something wasn’t right. His nose was starting to tickle unexplainably, itching and tingling with a sudden urgency. What the fuck? Alistar took note of the way Drae’s face started to scrunch and twist, he smirked. “Oh, yeah, slightly forgot to mention…see that fog machine over there,” he pointed at it with a slender index finger.

“Yeah I thought it was broken why is there a fog machine with uh….” he swallowed hard trying to keep the pipe from bursting. “No fog,” finally finishing his sentence with a hard gulp.

“Cause it’s not a fog machine tonight….just hooked it up…it’s a surprise gift, for you, pup,” Al and Kanai both locked eyes, those of the red head sparkling with menacing intentions.

“F-For….H’Hih…AHh..Uh..” he cleared his tightening throat, not quite catching on despite how obvious it was made for him. Practically spelled out. “Me? SnDFF,” he snuffled loudly, trying whatever best he could to swallow it down, what was in the air tonight? It was familiar, but all the stimulus around him, and the alcohol starting to settle in, it took the mutt longer to come to the realization of what was happening.

“Yup, filled it with my cologne,” Draeko's eyes widened in horror as the realization dawned on him. Alistar had perfectly orchestrated his downfall for the night. Genuinely, he should have guessed. Panic surged through him as he felt his sinuses swell and his chest tighten. The scent filled the room, enveloping him in a cloud of irritation and discomfort. With every breath, he could feel the sensation intensify, like tiny needles pricking at his nose and throat.

Desperation clawed at him as he tried to hold back the inevitable sneeze that threatened to burst forth. He could sense Kanai standing nearby, amusement dancing in his eyes as he watched the scene unfold. Drae's head was spinning from the alcohol, making it even harder for him to focus on fighting off the sneeze that was building up inside him like a tempest ready to unleash its fury. This was exactly the opposite of what he wanted for himself when it came to indulging within the party.

As he struggled to maintain control, Alistar's voice rang out mockingly, "Come on, pup, let it out, don’t be shy now, we’re amongst our peers,” the red head gestured to those around them, chatting and drinking.

Draeko's nostrils flared as he tried to fight against the overwhelming urge to sneeze, his mint and grey eyes watering from the potent scent that enveloped him. His chest heaved while he tried to stifle the sneeze, but it was a losing battle. With a sudden and explosive force, it tore through him, loud and unrestrained. "ihh’gxxnt’iiew! K’GNSH’iiew! Huh'GDTS'iiew!!! H’GKNSH!” Drae's body convulsed with the force of it, at first he did what he could to try and constrict the kitten like sounds, his hand flying up instinctively to cover his nose and mouth. Yet, it was to his great horror that the sounds had already echoed in the room, over the music, drawing the attention of everyone around them.

Alistar's laughter cut through the air like a sharpened knife, lethal and biting. "Oh my! What a display, you know, I think you can do better than that though," he taunted, a triumphant gleam in his eyes. Draeko felt his face burn with humiliation as he lowered his hand slowly, meeting Kanai’s ever so cold, and distance stare. Yet no matter how far the hound seemed, he was always present, the silent watcher, it was almost more intimidating that Al’s direct approaches.

The red head’s laughter continued to ring in Drae's pink tip dusted ears as he tried to compose himself, cheeks aflame with embarrassment. The party around them seemed to have paused, all eyes on him as he stood there, caught in the grip of his own body's betrayal. He could feel the weight of their stares like physical pressure against his skin, suffocating him in a bubble of mortification. The red head’s sudden words cutting off the inner defeat the mutt felt in this current situation. “Hey Nai, fetch us a round of vodka shots, eh?” his ruby orbs danced in his friend’s direction.

Kanai, the ever silent observer, finally stirred at Alistar's prompting. With a knowing nod, he sauntered over to the bar to fetch the round of shots as requested. His movements were smooth and deliberate, a stark contrast to the chaos swirling within Draeko. The hound's icy gaze bore into Drae's soul, a silent reminder of his constant vigilance.

Meanwhile, Alistar leaned in closer, his voice dripping with malicious amusement. "You should really be more careful with your secrets, hm pup?" he teased, relishing in the other’s submission. Draeko couldnt press upon how deeply seduced he felt in the palm of the other’s hand. This slick bastard just knew how to get under his skin, irritatingly and sexually. The mutt unable to process, felt his whole body was a blaze as the scent caused his chest to tighten uncomfortably once more. This was never ending, he had never been triggered so many times in the last few years of his life than he had been lately since meeting these two demons. The mutt’s nose tickled with urgency, his throat tingling like sparkling water.

Draeko's head spun from the overpowering scent of the allergen, his chest constricting as he struggled to draw in a full breath. The sneezes had left him feeling exposed and vulnerable, his defenses shattered before the amused gazes of those around him. He could almost taste the humiliation in the air, thick and suffocating.

As Kanai returned with the shots, a sense of relief washed over Draeko. The hound's presence was a grounding force amidst the chaos, a reminder that he was not completely alone in this torment. So he thought. Forgetting just how often the navy haired man would join and assist. Yet, in this moment, Kanai's cool demeanor and calculated movements were like a lifeline for Drae amongst all the guests whispering and gossiping, it offered a sense of stability in the midst of Alistar’s taunts and his own physical discomfort. “Good lookin, bud,” Al winked at his friend, who dispersed two shot glasses to each of them from the tray he had brought them on.

Alistar's voice seemed to echo in Draeko's ears, a constant reminder of his own powerlessness in this twisted game they constantly played. The way the red-head reveled in Draeko's embarrassment sent a shiver down his spine, a mixture of lustfueled submission and absolute humiliation. Before the hybrid could succumb to anymore of it, they each all shot back their drinks, letting the glasses clink loudly against the tray they returned them to. Despite the mutt knowing he shouldnt add anymore alcohol to his already full system, he couldn’t confidently face the rest of the night, without it. Kanai turning to bring the tray back to the kitchen.

As the hound disappeared into the kitchen, Alistar's smirk widened whilst he casually flicked a small remote hidden in his pocket. Unbeknownst to Draeko, he had been surreptitiously turning up the fog machine's dispensing rate all this while. The scent thickened around them, enveloping Drae in a haze that seemed to amplify the smell of cologne hanging in the air.

Draeko's eyes shifted with realization as the smell grew more potent, his sinuses flaring up in protest. He struggled to maintain his composure, but each inhale brought forth a wave of discomfort that threatened to break through his carefully constructed facade. Like a fat elephant sitting directly on his chest. Alistar watched with glee as Drae's reddened and moist nostrils flared, while his eyes watered so hard small tears began to trickle at the corner of his orbs, a cruel smile playing on Al’s lips.

"You know, pup," Alistar taunted, leaning in closer as if sharing a secret, "There's no use trying to hide it. Your reactions are written all over your face…just release, I promise, you’ll feel sooo much better,” his breath ghosting over the other’s skin as he moved to nip at the mutt’s sensitive ear tip.

Draeko's heart pounded in his chest as Alistar's words sank in, a mixture of lust and desire swirling within him. His body was betraying him, reacting to the humiliation and degradation in a way that both repulsed and excited him. The cologne thickened around them, a physical manifestation of the suffocating control Alistar held over him. It was getting to be too much as he tried to swallow a golf ball sized weight down his already tight throat. His sinuses, full, overflowing with need.

As Alistar leaned in, Draeko could feel his warm breath against his ear, sending shivers down his spine. The mutt's body tensed involuntarily as he fought against the conflicting urges warring within him. He wanted to push Alistar away, to escape the torment and degradation he was being subjected to. No one should have the power to dominate him like this. But at the same time, a twisted part of him craved the humiliation, the helplessness that came with surrendering to it as he listened to the whispers and snickers of on lookers from the party.

Alistar's fingers brushed lightly against Draeko's cheek, tracing a path down to his quivering lips. The red-head's touch almost solidifying his undying needs but it was the simplest, and lightest of touches that wound up sending him over the edge. He blew. “Hh..-” It started, he tried to swallow it but it barreled out of him like a ton of bricks being dumped out of a wheel barrow. “Hh’NDKT’ih! A-Ahh…K’GNSH’iiew! hihh’KXXtsh’chhu! HNn-..’GNSH!”

The force of Draeko's sneezes were unexpected, violent even. His body lurched forward in a spasm of movement, the motion ripping through him like a storm tearing through a forest. He staggered, nearly losing his balance as the sounds echoed through the room, drowning out the laughter of the students around him. “Huh’GDTS’iieW!” The never ending onslaught continued. Draeko's entire frame trembled with the force of his sneezes, his muscles tensing and releasing in rapid succession around the red head’s grip at his waist. “ehh’Gxxtchh’iew!”

Alistar's smirk faltered for a split second, turning into something dark before he recovered, amusement dancing in his eyes at Draeko's expense. The other students erupted into fresh peals of laughter, their gazes fixed on the mutt who had become the unwitting center of attention. “Look at all this attention you’re drawing in pup, a pathetic little mess at my disposal..you’re such a good dog,” Drae could feel their eyes on him, mocking and judgmental, their amusement cutting into him like a thousand tiny blades, but the words dripping off Al’s lips were the fire to his loins, the power behind this man’s reactions over him, igniting that nymph under the surface.

As Kanai reentered the room, a frown creased his brow as he took in the scene before him. His gaze flickering between those around them and the two being highlighted at this current stage. He almost felt the need to step in and stop it. Yet, he watched as Drae’s body hitch, and gasp.

“Ehh’Gxxtch’iew! H’GXNT! Hiihh’NGnxxt’iiew! Huh'GDTS'iiew!! ” the mutt did his best to hold them back, stifled behind his choking and gasping throat. The room fell almost silent, the music seeming to fade at the intensity. Every eye fixed on Draeko as he succumbed to a fit of powerful kitten like explosions. Each unstable sound reverberated through the space, a physical manifestation of his vulnerability and public humiliation. Alistar's grin widened at the sight before him, relishing in the control he had over the mutt and the attention he was able to draw. As Kanai stepped forward, a flicker of concern in his eyes, it was as if a cold wind had blown through the room, chilling the atmosphere that had been thick with tension and amusement just moments before.

Draeko's body shook with each sneeze, his chest heaving as he struggled to find his breath amidst the onslaught. The scent of cologne and allergens mingled in the air, creating a suffocating cloud around him, the red head reached down to grip the hybrid’s trembling jaw, forcing his gaze upward into that of lust-filled ruby gems. The mutt's eyes darted between Alistar and Kanai, though a struggle to make out the second body with his face forcibly held up, a mix of anxiety and longing evident in his depths. He felt exposed, stripped bare, it was all for one, horrifying but also, incredibly, undeniably, erotic. Draeko cursed himself inwardly, god damn him and his insatiable libido.

As Alistar continued to hold Draeko's face, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the hybrid's ear. His voice low and seductive, he whispered, "You're a sight to behold, Draeko,” He paused, a lingering darkness to the use of the mutt’s government name. “So vulnerable, yet so undeniably alluring… A real sight for our guests tonight," the end of his statement garnished with a side smirk so devious, it caused the hybrid to shiver. Draeko couldn't help the thrill that came from receiving the sudden praise, despite the humiliation that still lingered in the air.

“Al…” Kanai interjected almost quietly, and when his friend dismissed the sound, he cleared his throat with more confidence and stood up straight. “Alistar, enough,” feeling finally that this whole display had gone on long enough. The red eyed male looked up and squinted, narrowing his eyebrows with defiance.

“Don’t be a party pooper, Nai,” sticking out his tongue before the other reached out to take Drae’s hand and pulled him square out of the demons arms.

“Hiiiii’NGnxxt’iew!” another escaped the mutt surprisingly as he was yoinked from the position he had once been in, trapped within the red head’s grasp. The force of wind that had splashed across his face with the velocity, was just another kick in his already tightened and weakened sinuses. Though it was slightly stunted due to the surprise, it still caused the other’s cheeks to burn bright red, his nose trickling as he quickly reached up to wipe it. “I-I-….excuse me…” the mutt muttered, pushing passed Kanai, and the other onlooking students who simply shrugged and went back to their previous chatting. Drae headed straight to the bathroom.

“Hey man, not cool,” Alistar scoffed and folded his arms over his chest, clearly cheesed at his fun ruining bestie.

“He seemed uncomfortable, I didn’t like it,” The navy haired man adjusted his wrist watch, making sure it was still ticking as a means to avoid eye contact with the red head who was going to try and gaslight him.

“He’s always uncomfortable! But you interject NOW?” Al scoffed throwing his hands up into the air, unbelieving that out of all the times to grow a conscious, he’d choose the time he’s having the most fun.

“Yes,” Kanai looked up now making dead eyed contact with the other’s irritated ruby orbs.

“That’s cold, Nai, that’s cold….I thought we had something special,” he shook his head, his gaze averting to the ground before shoveling his hands timidly in his pockets to put on an even grander display.

“We do, now, go apologize,” Kanai stood confidently, one foot rooted in business while his heterochromatic eyes casually rolled at the other's dramatic gestures. He remained unfazed by the theatrics.

“What?? Apologize!? Why would I do that? Im not sorry!” A small burst of air escaped from the red head's mouth, as if laughing at the very concept. He shook his head, his hands gesturing emphatically to match his dismissive tone.

“Because, he seemed really upset, if it were me, you’d apologize,” delivering a logical argument that would hit closer to home for him. Not always did he like to use the tactics he had up his sleeves that could bend Alistar to his own will, but he knew how to use it with confidence and stealth.

“No I fuckin’ wouldn’t I’d tell you to suck it up!” Doubling down, but Kanai gave Alistar a knowing look after he said what he did, and the red head rolled his ruby orbs, aggressively shoveling his arms at his side out of their folded position. “FINE,” he conceded. “I’ll apologize,” and followed up with a less than enthused tone of voice this time.

“Good, I’ll see you when you return,” Kanai nodded, inwardly impressed his friend was willing to take his advice and smooth things over.

Meanwhile, in the bathroom Draeko was splashing mass amounts of water across his blushing red, swollen and leaking face. Desperate to clear himself of the horrendous scent still haunting his sinuses. “HGXNT! K’GNSH!” small, rapid fire sneezes still escaping him every few seconds as he tried to clear himself of the misery. “hiih’…” he hitched and hicked while he hovered over the sink, his hands gripping the edges like his life absolutely depended on it. “hihh’KXXtsh’chhuu! K’GNSH’iiew!! Ihh’gxxnt’iiew! K’GNSH!!” it sprayed across the mirror, too quick to stop it, decorating it in tiny droplets of spittle.

It was in the exact moment Drae was trying to compose himself that he heard a knock on the bathroom door, it was heavy handed. “Drae, Yo, can we talk?” The red head cleared his throat. “I wanted to uh…talk to you about what happened…” he muttered a bit loosely now, looking down toward the ground, he was uncomfortable. He didnt apologize. It wasnt his thing, he was an asshole through and through. However, Kanai asked him to do it…so he was gonna do it.

Draeko groaned inwardly not wanting the other to see him in this state, his head woozy from alcohol and sneezing his absolute brains out of his skull wasn’t exactly the pinnacle of sexy. Not to mention the conflicting feelings he had after that entire display of control. “I- ….Uh….it’s fine…just go away…” he stutters loosely, trying to shoo the other from seeing him like this.

“Look, I get it, you’re upset could you just plea-…” cut off suddenly by the hybrid opening the door and dragging him inside.

“Alright! God..I’m a mess right now, what?” Draeko huffed with slight annoyance but his face reddened when he looked up and locked eyes with the other. Like he was suddenly taken under by a strong wave in the ocean, memories started to flush of his hand on his jaw, the sound of his voice and the feeling of a steady heart beat against his back. So controlled. So Calm. He tried to keep his ambitions down at bay but the alcohol was making him more impulsive by the minute, his sinuses still throbbing despite it. Alistar was starting to feel an overwhelming sense of irritation and took a deep breath in.

“Dude! I’m just trying to apologize for upsetting you, fuck!” he threw his hands up, and the lighting caught his flexing arms tastefully, the hybrid swallowed loosely as his eyes flashed between checking him out and keeping eye contact.

“Wh-….I’m only upset that you made me sneeze! Asshole!” which, the usage of every word caught the red head’s attention. Only…upset…sneeze…so…then…? He cocked a thin red brow and looked the other up and down quizzically before Drae rolled his eyes and finally couldn’t handle it any longer. The courage running through his veins and the way he was starved of the other’s touch for so long…the hybrid reached up with both his fists closing around the collar of Alistar’s tshirt, and slammed their lips together with a furious heat.

Alistar was caught off guard by the sudden, intense kiss, but he couldn't deny the thrill that surged through him. Draeko's lips were firm and demanding, his tongue parting Alistar's lips as he explored the other man's mouth. Al’s hands gripped the mutt’s hips, pushing him against the edge of the sink before pressing their bodies together, their clothes stuck to their skin from sweat and alcohol. “Fuck me…” the mutt whimpered behind their passionate entanglement.

Draeko's hands traveled up Alistar's back, his fingers curling into the dense red hair at the nape of his neck. He groaned into the kiss, his erection straining against the denim of his jeans, desperate for friction. Alistar moaned into the kiss, his own arousal matching the hybrid's “Say less,” he returned with a voice equally matched of breathlessness.

The sounds of their passionate lips and their ragged breathing filled the air, creating a cacophony of intense lust. They were both lost in the moment, all their differences and arguments temporarily forgotten.

As they continued to kiss, Draeko's hands moved lower, sliding under the waistband of Alistar's jeans, feeling the heat and hardness of his arousal. Alistar let out a low growl, his hands tightening on Draeko's hips, pulling their hips closer together.

The room spun around them, mostly due to the intensity of their movements mixed with a heavy consumption of booze, but none the less that passion burned hot as they began to tear shirts over heads, and shovel pants down ankles. Their skin met in a rush of wet, electric sensation, naked bodies collided against the cold, porcelain surface of the sink. Draeko's deep-set eyes locked onto Alistar's gaze, a mixture of unbridled lust and long-suppressed desire burning in their depths. He leaned in and whispered huskily, "I want you so bad…please..” he whimpered, biting his lower lip while pleading reddened, wet, eyes gazed up at the other. Al could only reply with an animalistic, approving grunt before finally finding the words he needed.

“Yeah? Then you can have me….but I want you to watch,” he gripped the other’s hips tightly before spinning him around to face the slightly speckled mirror, rubbing his harded cock against the crack between Drae’s welcoming cheeks. “I want you to see yourself get absolutely fucking claimed by me, this is what you’ve been wanting…and you’re going to face it,” he smirked with a cocky resolve, spitting in his hand, and mulling it lazily over his thick length.

Draeko shuddered, overwhelmed by the sudden turn of events but his eyes never left the reflection as Alistar’s cockhead teased his entrance. “Y-Yes Sir….” he whimpered in response. Unable to resist the raw desire that radiated off the other man, he arched his back, pressing his ass against the invading tip. Alistar's smirk deepened, his fingers tightened around the mutt’s slender hips, and he slowly forced his way into the hybrid, the heat of their bodies radiating off each other.

Alistar's pace was slow and deliberate, savoring the moment as he finally felt Draeko's body gripped around him. The red-head's groans echoed in the bathroom, a testament to the pleasure he was enduring. The hybrid's hips bucked back, meeting each thrust with a determined ferocity. His emotions ran the gamut – from frustration to desire, from pleasure to pain, all tangled into a mess of raw sensations. He was finally getting his way and Draeko didnt even feel an ounce of guilt for giving in. They both needed this.

Their bodies moved together, synchronized by the rhythm of their breaths and the slap of skin against skin. A sheen of sweat glistened over their skin, making their bodies glisten in the reflection. Draeko's eyes never left the mirror, both proud and ashamed of the sight of his body being claimed by the red head, the way his mouth hung open with each pathetic mewl and whimper that spilled out.

Alistar's hands moved with purpose, running down Draeko's back and across his spine with a purpose to leave long deep lines of marks that were sure to stain. As they moved, the echoes of the jock’s words reverberated through Draeko's mind - watch, be claimed, face it. It was a shameful thought, but also an intensely pleasurable one. The mirror serving as a testament to his shame and yet his deepest desires.

Alistar's pace increased, his thrusts deep and hard, and Draeko moaned in response, his head dropping back and his eyes rolling upward. The pleasure was intense, and though the embarrassment and longing were still there, it was drowned out by the raw, primal feeling of being taken. “Who do you belong to?” he heard the words suddenly cut through his mindless pleasure, the hybrid sucked in a stiff breath of air.

“Y-You..” he gasped, his eyes half lidded as he tried to keep eye contact with the other.

“Say my name,” Al ordered, his lips twisting into a satisfied smirk.

“Al…istar” Draeko managed to whisper, his voice breaking in a mix of yearning and vulnerability.

Alistar's eyes glimmered with triumph as he continued to thrust, his hands gripping Draeko's hips with a vice-like grip.

“Good boy, Now, look at yourself,” He nodded towards the dirty mirror, and Draeko forced his eyes open, staring at the reflection of his body being ravaged by the other man. In a quick motion, Al leaned over to snag his tshirt laying beside them, bringing it up to Drae’s face and smothering it into his calmed nostrils. "Go on, inhale,”

Hesitantly, the hybrid inhaled deeply, expecting to maybe get a whiff of the red head’s natural musk but instead met with the terribly invasive scent of his cologne instead. Shit. “N-No-…”

“Aht, Be my good boy, come on, watch,” he pointed at the mirror ahead, his hips still snapping relentlessly, slowing down every third measure just to torment him.

“Hnn…A-Ahh…H’KGNT! Hh’NDKT’ih! Hihh’GXXTsh’iiew! ” unable to deny or hold back he watched himself twist in agony before his eyes squeezed shut in the moment he blew his top and with his hands busy keeping himself steady against the sink, he painted the mirror once more. Almost unable to see himself clearly through the reflection now as he stammered and moaned. His one mint colored eye locked with its reverse image, seeing how reddened his whites were and the tears that stained his flushed cheek. He whimpered again, snuffling pathetically as he pushed his hips back to meet every thrust.

Alistar groaned low, and slow, it was almost unearthly the way it sounded. His ruby eyes glared down and consumed the sight before him, the delightfulness of watching his target become so needy for him, only to succumb to a convulsing mess. “You’re a fuckin’ work of art, pup…fuck….you feel so good when you tighten around me….” he grunted between a clenched jaw and working hips. “How your greedy fuckin’ hole flexes when you can’t cont-..Hng..ain your silly little mess…” pushing the words out as he continued his way through the smaller male, feeling the rolling bubble of his climax approaching.

The room was echoed with the sound of Al’s demeaning voice, and the slap of skin colliding amongst their throes. The mutt’s head fell downward, unable to keep his gaze but Al gripped him by his bangs in one hand, and forced it back up. “Don’t, look…away,” he commanded forcefully, and between the residual cologne still trickling up and down the inner cavities of his sinuses, with the sudden exposure to the light above him as well, another set of sneezes came spilling out of him.

“Hh’NDKT’ih! HUH’GDTS’iiew! KGNSh! H’GXTSh’ue!” His body lurched forward, and a plume of saliva misted from his open maw. Draeko's breaths now ragged, throat sore and eyes reddened, his mind a whirlwind of shameful pleasure and submission, his nose running mildly down his lip. The mirror, a disaster from top to bottom, no space unspeckled. He knew he was being conquered, but that thought only fueled him further, he’d been wanting this. Not exactly this…prehaps could do without sneezing consistently, but he wanted to please Al. He was so desperately working for that praise. Driven by it.

“That’s right, pup, you sound so delicious when you’re sneezing all over for me ….” The demon hissed allowing the T-shirt to fall from his hand. Alistar's thrusts grew more frenzied, Draeko's whimpers and moans grew more intense as he was given clearer air to breathe. He felt his own budding release building within him, a fiery wave of ecstasy ready to explode. "Yesss, that's it…" Alistar hissed, his voice low and rough, "Make yourself cum for me…Nghh” jaw clenching tightly before he finished his sentence “…Let me see you enjoy every last second of this,"

The words were like a catalyst, igniting the lust frenzied fire within Drae. He arched his back, writhing against Al's snapping hips, every stroke bringing them closer to their shared release. Sniffling, moaning, trying to twist his nose in circles to avoid another sneeze, he just wanted to cum, he wanted to feel the other cum. He didn’t want to be over taken by another dreadfully earth shaking sneeze. The hybrid's mind was a haze, his body trembling persistently while he was plowed relentlessly. “Cum for me…let yourself go..let me see…” Alistar spoke behind gritted teeth.

The climax was upon them, the room filled with the wet slap of skin and the gasping breaths of two men lost in their primal dance. Draeko's whimpers and moans grew more desperate, his body shuddering with each stroke while his nose and head throbbed from the intensity of his allergies. Alistar's thrusts became more urgent, the hybrid's tight hole squeezing him like a vice. The room was a whirlwind of sweat and musk, the scent of their arousal mingling with the lingering cologne.

Drae's mind was a blur of guilt, pressure and pleasure, his body a live wire charging rapidly towards its climax. He could feel his orgasm building, a furious wave ready to crash over the rocks while Al struck his prostate, and began a series of attacks against it.

"Agh! Ahh! Oh, fuck!" the hybrid cried as he spilled over, his body racked and shaken by the overwhelming sensation of his orgasm. Alistar's gaze locked onto Draeko's through a spot in the mirror, his eyes burning with intensity as he watched the hybrid lose all control. His own arousal peaked, and he could feel himself nearing his own climax. One final surge, and with a primal grunt, he thrust into Draeko one last time, filling him completely.

“FUUUUUCking…SHIT!” he cursed through his orgasm. Their bodies trembled in sync, coated in a sheen of sweat and the remnants of their crimes committed. For a moment, all was still. Only the labored breathing of the two men filled the air, their hearts pounding in the aftermath of their shared release. Draeko slumped against the sink, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. The guilt and shame of the moment intertwined with the raw pleasure they had both experienced.

Alistar stumbled back eventually and steadied himself up against the wall, grabbing his pants and pulling them slowly up to fasten them back on. “That’s gonna get fucking addictive, Bravo, such a good boy…” the messy red haired man scoffed, and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, carefully pulling one out of the box, and up to his lips. He lit it.

Draeko's eyes met Alistar's in the mirror, a mixture of emotions swirled in his gaze. The culpability, the pleasure, the vulnerability. A newfound realization dawned upon him – he too, was addicted, and he craved more. His throat still sore as he tried to clear it with a cough; and then, the only sound he could hear was his own heavy breathing. He watched as Alistar's eyes burned with the same desire, the same hunger that Draeko himself felt.

Al's lips quirked up into a devilish grin as he took a drag of his cigarette, the smoke curling up into the air. "You know what they say about addiction, Squeaks?" he chuckled, his voice low and husky. "Once you get a taste of it, you can't get enough." Drae swallowed a hard large lump down his throat, biting his lower lip.

“You sound like an expert,” he chuckled nervously while he then stood straight and with the best of his ability, cleaned himself up. He was leaking from his nose still, and various other holes…he sighed inwardly, not wanting to show too many emotions off to the red head enjoying his aftermath stoge. Yet, the longer they stood around in this bathroom, the more nervous Draeko began to feel. The hybrid’s thoughts started to race, the post nut clarity was hitting him hard as he realized he was also sobering up. He quickly got dressed now. “Hey, you in a rush? You don’t want another round? Maybe ride me on the toilet?” Al wiggled his eyebrows cheekily, and Drae froze for a moment.

“I-…uh…” he cleared his throat and shook his head. “I gotta get back to my dorm…” was all he said before pushing past the red head, out the door and out of the house completely. Alistar simply stood there shirtless, slightly shocked but mostly content. He got what he needed out of the night, no need to pretend to be Prince Charming. Yet as he finished his cigarette he was met with a silent, stealthy Kanai by the door.

“FUCK! Dude! Don’t do that shit…scared the fuck outta me,” trembling outwardly as if he was covered in bugs and trying to shake them off. The hound was unimpressed, his expression, emotionless.

“Why did Draeko leave?” A simple thin brow perked up and he tilted his head ever so curiously.

“Said something bout needing to go home…he wasnt upset by the way,” The red head chuckled and stepped closer. “Just really fuckin’ horny….we smashed,” holding his hand up for a high five. He was met with a blank stare and several blinks.

“So then why’d he leave?”

“Dude, I told you, he just wanted to go home, he got his nut and wanted to dip,” shrugging his shoulders, throwing his hands up Alistar was being genuine in his response and Kanai was still deeply confused but wound up trusting his friend’s word.

“If you say so…Also someone threw up in the kitchen..you said you’d clean up any messes….” Al sighed with a mixture of frustration and annoyance.

“Uncle Fuckin…fine alright, I’ll be right there,” the jock grabbed his tshirt off the ground and slid it back over his head. “Lets get this over with…”

…..

Finally at home, Drae collapses on his back across the bed. Staring directly up at the ceiling he isn’t entirely sure what to do with what had happened tonight, and frankly, he wasnt ready to face it. With a deep, long sigh, he closes his eyes, and drifts off to sleep.

To be continued…

Author’s Notes: OoOoOoOo StEaMy 🥵🥵🥵 I enjoyed writing this one I’m not gonna lie. Draeko being tormented in front of everyone 😍? Secretly enjoying the power Al has over him! 😍 Al?! Anyway! Kisses! Hope yall enjoyed 🫶🏻

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