#Im not joking about my mind going to naughty places

[allastoredeer]

New person here, but I'm just here to spread my new HC. Alastor is a pretty crier (Cryer or however you spell it but he cries prettily). Like somehow Husk fed him a drink which makes him sensitive – accidentally, mind you – and suddenly Alastor is crying over a sob story a sinner told them while asking to join the hotel. Now, he notices he's crying easily so he covers his face which people don't expect but when Charlie lowers his arms they see that he is an attractive crier. Like, so pretty that it is hard to put into words and so pretty that people would either want to make him cry for the rest of his life or would never want to commit a bad deed again. He looks really innocent like he hasn't committed a bad deed and when he cries he looks saintly – even more so than angels themselves. And they are all dumbfounded. Like what the hell? Why is someone who's committed massacres, eating all his victims alive, crying like this? Like when crying he looks so innocent angels would just take him to heaven the instant they see him cry. And then the hotel is split between two; people who want to make him cry and people who don't. The ones who don't either didn't see him cry, or are part of the ones who want to become good after seeing him cry. And then there's Charlie who is planning to use his crying face as a last resort to stop the extermination.

Haha. My favouritism is showing. I love Alastor and believe he is a pretty crier with all my heart. Please don't hate me for thinking Al cries prettily...

I love it when Alastor breaks peoples expectations 😌 Who'd ever expect one of the bloodiest, craziest Overlords in Pentagram City would have the prettiest crying face. I think seeing Alastor cry at all would've shocked them enough, but being pretty while he does it????? The fuck???

Also, when you mentioned people wanting to make him cry because he looks so pretty, my mind went to some very dirty places ◉_◉

[sunnyfucks]

can i request a fic? seducing innocent sunoo smut fem reader please

ofc you can. requests are always open with me <3 thankyou anon! i hope you’d like this hahshahsjs // ps. i really enjoyed writing this. im sorry it took so long im currently having a vacation kahshahs.

“IM ALL YOURS ! ” innocent stuco president sunoo x stuco vice president fem reader.

cw : friends to lovers (i got carried away lol this is so good), SMUT, suggestive, making out, marking, reader seducing sunoo and him being desperate, poor sunoo lol, grinding, reader’s “just the tip” agenda and oh no it failed lmao. reader cursing.

“do you know how to kiss?” you confidently asked. sunoo, your student council president bestfriend looked up and met your eyes... your eyes that is obviously scanning his lips. “no i dont, why would you ask that?” he responded before going back to his laptop’s screen. “and why do you even have time to think of that? we’re literally rushing files” you shrugged and tapped your pen on your desk, trying to get sunoo’s attention more knowing he hates when you’re making those noises everytime he’s working as a “stuco president”

and ofcourse, you did gain his attention. sunoo quickly looked at you with his most fox-like stare ever and you immediately bursted out laughing. “what’s wrong, noo? you look so intense” you joked. sunoo brushed his hair back and exhaled, “what’s wrong? you seem out of it today. you’re usually the one rushing through files but now you seem like you don’t care at all” sunoo was looking straight at your eyes to find answers on his own, but it only showed how naughty you’re being.

“well, tbh im not really in the mood to do all this. we’re at my room, what do you expect? ofcourse i’d feel sleepy and all that stuff” you excused. sunoo brushed his hair back once again, “but we’ve always done stuco duties here? what’s up with you?” he irritatedly said. a smirk crept up your lips and leaned forward on the table.

“hmmm, then what do you say about chilling with me for the mean time? i’ll do all this in an instant tonight.” you suggested. safe to say you saw a glimpse of spark pass through sunoo’s eyes. well, if there’s one person who feels really tired inside your room, its most probably sunoo. “come on pres, aren’t you tired? you’ve been working so hard slack it off” you insisted as you stood up infront of sunoo, with your hands placed around your hips. “are you sure you can finish all this tonight?” he looks at you under his lashes, you could only smile and nod. “come on, noo!” sunoo sighed for the last time before shutting both yours and his laptops down. you smiled and pulled him up and immediately and jokingly pushed him on your bed. not that he minded tho, you’ve always done unquestionable things whenever you feel goofy or excited.

“hmm? what should i play?” you mumble as you scan through your spotify playlist. sunoo only watches as he finds his fingers trailing his hair again. he doesn’t know but he just think it calms him down whenever he does the action. after doing so, he laid his head back and this is what he hates the most inside your room.. your pillows. it feels so soft and it smells so much like you, it doesn’t help that he really finds your smell attractive.

“what’s your perfume? i really like the smell” you turned your head back at sunoo only to find his eyes closed shut. you smiled and started walking up to him as soon as you played the song you’ve been meaning to play since the moment sunoo came inside your room ...or even since last night when you kept on thinking about how to seduce your bestfriend.

song recommendation : click

“hmm? you wanna smell?” you teased and jumped on the bed. sunoo hissed when your bed jiggled, “why are you so excited today?” he asked. you only giggled and placed your head under your pillow. as silence filled your room, he can’t help but watch your room closely. he’d been here a dozen times but this is probably the first time he noticed how your room looks very minimalistic. sunoo kept looking around until his eyes noticed your ass. he was laying against his back and you were laying against your front, giving him the most pretty view of it. a smirk unknowingly crept up your lips when you felt a hand putting a blanket over your waist, it just gave you a hundred more reasons to continue seducing sunoo.

you turned around and sunoo met your eyes. “what?” he asked and its now your turn to hiss. “vampires, real or myth?” you asked. sunoo��s eyebrows forrowed and he tried hard to keep his laugh to himself, “tell me you’re using tiktok way too much without telling me you’re using tiktok way too much” he ended up laughing after that.

as sunoo kept on throwing his head back due to laughing so much, you sat up and started unbottoning your blouse. halfway through it, you definitely gained his attention as he stopped laughing and immediately covered his eyes when he realized you’re being serious with taking it off. “what the hell are you doing?” he questions, panicking. you on the other hand feels enjoyment with how he’s reacting. “come on, sun.. vampires, real or myth?”

“you’re still going on for that?!” he answers, with his big hands still covering his face. sunoo’s cheeks are bright flushed as well as his ears, making you chuckle and he only let out a snicker. “didn’t you say you love watching twilight? you even said its not rated 18 so why are you acting like this? im only asking about vampires...” you say, trying to sound innocent. “but you’re stripping!”

sunoo heard the loudest silence he could ever hear, thus he slowly slid his fingers away from his eyes. he saw you sitting infront of him with your blouse opened but it didn’t reveal anything from you. but lets say, the sudden drop of sunoo’s intense shoulder didn’t go unnoticed by you. “w- what are you doing?” he stutters. you shrugged and gave him the best view of your neck. “you told me i smell nice. come, smell me.” you answers. sunoo shaked his head in confusion, “what? then why did you have to even undo your blouse and ask me if vampires are-”

“id appreciate if you’d keep your pretty mouth shut, pres” you said before shutting sunoo off by pulling his face close to your neck. sunoo felt his lips subtly touch your neck at the sudden action, and he felt amazingly good the moment your perfume tickled his nose. “wow, you smell really good” sunoo compliments as he snuggles more closely to your neck. it felt like he suddenly forgot the distance or border you guys should have.

sunoo felt butterflies errupt inside his stomach when he felt your fingers playing with his hair. “your hair smells good sun” he looked up and stared right in your eyes. “you smell so good” he compliments back. he doesn’t care if he’d sound like a robot in repeat, there’s this warm fuzzy feelings errupting inside him and he can’t seem to handle it well.

silence filled the room once again, both you and sunoo realizing the position you’re currently in. you, sitting straight up while sunoo’s infront looking up at you, giving you the perfect and most ethereal view of his long black lashes, brown honey fox-like eyes, and plump lips. not to mention he has the habit of pouting his lips thus it made his lips look more inviting. “you really are a pretty one, aren’t you?” sunoo smiled as he feels the warmth of your fingers trailing on his neck, “your pretty boy” he says before closing his eyes to meet your lips.

sunoo felt awkward and shy because of how much the realization that he doesn’t know how to kiss slapped him, but you already has your lips on his and he doesn’t want to waste this moment just to say his concerns. you, on the other hand, felt sunoo stiffened under your touch and the kiss feels incredibly wrong. sunoo not only seem clueless with what he’s doing but he also seem like he’s holding himself back way too much, so you gripped his neck tighter and pulled him closer to you. he then felt your hand moving upwards through his hair and felt how you guided his head to the side.

you broke the kiss and the sound of his lips against you made you feel hotter than ever. you two haven’t maked out perfectly yet but sunoo’s lips already looks so red, wet, and puffy. “damn fuck your lips looks so good” you said, getting distracted at the sight. sunoo smiled and his whiskers appeared. “and we have to use that to perfect use, okay?” you raised a brow and he nodded. sunoo’s cheeks later on was filled with a bright red tint.

“it seems like you’re holding yourself way too much, that’s why the kiss isn’t moving pace at all. what’s holding you back?” you honestly questions, sunoo brushed his hair back in shyness and avoided eye contact. “this is the first time i’ve kissed someone, i don’t know what to do and what to not” he answers shyly. you then smiled and held his neck once again, making sunoo look at your eyes. “don’t hold back sun, okay? its okay, i’ll guide you”

you didn’t waste any second as you found yourself smashing his lips on yours the moment he nodded. you didn’t hold back and gave the best make out you could ever give, and it did help sunoo gain confidence as he started swirling his tongue inside your mouth. “enjoying?” you tease and sunoo only humms in response while watching you with half-lidded eyes bitting his bottom lip.

sunoo leaned in desperately and hurriedly captures your lips and this time, he does not only humms but also moans in the kiss. he feels shy and embarrassed but he can’t stop himself from letting all the lewd noises out, not when you’re giving him so much love and attention. “you’re so cute~” he whines at your sudden compliment. he can’t understand but he feels so small and fragile and he totally likes it. sunoo gave the hottest moan when he felt your lips sucking on his skin, there’s this sting of pain coming from it, but the sound of your lips plopping against his neck gave him so much wetness under his pants.

when he can’t handle it anymore, he found his hand pulling you close to his and licked your earlobes. he kept on panting and the hotness of his breath made your skin shiver. “what’s happening, sun?” you asked when you noticed how he kept on whining. and he himself can’t answer that cause even him doesn’t know why he keeps squirming.

with both of your lips swollen from the previous act of intimacy and some evident light red marks on his skin, sunoo muttered, “v- vampires... real” while eyeing your slightly exposed chest. you forrowed your eyebrows and was about to burst out laughing when sunoo jumped making you lay your back down as he hovers on top of you, and with his lips dangerously close to your collarbones. “i don’t know how to do this” he said, looking down at you while breathing heavily, “but i want to suck your skin so bad”

a success smirk laced through your face. sunoo breathes heavily once again, panting while basically hovering above you. he looks like he’s about to cry out of frustration and desperation, so you slowly slid your fingers around the back of his neck and guided him to your sweet spot. “place your lips on my skin, kiss it like how you did earlier, sip it then bite it playfully, not much but enough to leave redness.” you instruct. sunoo kept whining above you and its giving you more ego boost. “come on, sun.. do it”

a moan slip pass your mouth the moment sunoo attached his lip on your skin. it was messy and sloppy, sunoo kept on whining as he grinds himself down on you while he bites and suck on your skin. “i can’t do this anymore, why is this so good?” he said, shaking. you opened your eyes and watched how sunoo squirms above you. he kept bucking his hips forward to get some friction to somehow make him feel good. “ah i can’t do this i can’t do this i can’t do this” he squirms. you then held sunoo’s waist to help him get a steady pace.

even tho you did seduce sunoo, you never thought it’d reach this level. you never thought you’d watch as he shakes above you, as he desperately grinds himself for his own ease, as he kept whining and whining looking all fragile and vulnerable.. sunoo has never acted this way, and getting to see this new side of him, your shoulders’s definitely up high.

“i- i want to do it” you heard sunoo suddenly mumbles. you raised your eyebrow while still helping him grind above you, “i.. i really want to do i want to do it i want to do it... i want to do it” he repeatedly whines. your stomach tightened at the sight infront of you. you just made the most reserved student council president a big wreck of a mess. after the realization, you held sunoo’s hips tighter and used it to support yourself to get up. sunoo kind of stopped grinding himself and watched you sit up while still having him on your lap. he definitely looks like a baby you forever want to tease and take care of.

sunoo closed his eyes and you left a peck near his temples, “you really want to?” you questions and he nodded way too fast. you chuckled and nodded back. “please teach me how.. i don’t know what to do and i want you to feel-” he stopped midway and avoided your gaze. “hmm? feel?” you tease. “sun?” you call. he sighed and said, “feel good. i want to make you feel good”

“okay, but you’d listen well, okay?”

you’re now laying on your back with sunoo standing on the edge of your bed, holding both of your thighs wide open. “please rub your tip along my folds, sun. you can spread my wetness so it wouldn’t be too hard for you to enter” you instruct. sunoo breathed and started rubbing his tip to your folds.

moans from you and sunoo enveloped your room. thank goodness no one’s home, cause whoever may walk pass your room would immediately know what kind of “stuco studies” you and sunoo had been doing for the pass hours. “t- this feels so good, what am i going to do next?” he said, shakiness laced through his sentences. “push your tip in” you mumbled under your breath.

sunoo squirms once again when he felt his tip go in, he was never expecting having sex could feel this good. halfway through it, when he was about to push everything in, you held his hand and stopped him from moving. “don’t push everything in, just use your tip”

sunoo’s innocent when it comes to stuffs like these, he doesn’t know alot of things but he’s definitely not oblivious. he knows what you’re doing and he’s not one bit satisfied nor happy by it. “don’t do this to me” he pleaded. “yah don’t do this...” you giggled and slightly sat up, using your elbows to support yourself, “be a good boy and listen to me. use your tip only and nothing else” sunoo whined, but since he desperately needs some sort of friction and ease, he stood by doing what you instructed him to do. so he started going in and out with only his tip. it does makes him feel good and so are you, but it feels not enough for sunoo and he’s craving for more.

you bit your bottom lip to prevent a smile from forming on your lips. you have your eyes closed shut as sunoo’s desperate whiny moans rings through your ears. “please, please i can’t do this anymore” he pleaded once again, thrusting his hips slowly to prevent himself from going all in. “please, i really can’t do this anymore”

listening to sunoo’s whiny moans continued for some time, you disregarded his every pleads and only thought of your own enjoyment. you heard sunoo sighed deeply and before you know it, he’s now holding you on your hips tightly. sunoo pulled you closer to him and you were so startled by the sudden aggressive move he showed you had to actually open your eyes and look at him confusingly. “what the fuck are you doing sun-”

“please..” he breathes, “please let me have you first. you can do whatever you want after, im all yours..” was the last thing sunoo said before pushing everything in all at once and thrusting rougher than ever.

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taglist : @flowersforjongseong @sunoodunoo @sunoouz @sunttori @unh0ly-dr3am3r @bloei 🦋

© sunny fucks, 2022. not proofread.

[emotionlcss]

i’ve complied a LONG  list of plots that i want after digging through lots of plotting posts, so pls give this a like if you’re interested in any and i’ll message you! ( contains taboo things )

Religious girls are so fucking hot tbh. Like yeah make sure you keep that cross necklace on while you’re stretching your ass out with a plug and fucking your throat with your favorite dildo. I’m sure your God loves what he’s seeing from you 😂

ok but fuck, unhappily married corporate dude having an affair with his hot young assistant is one of my favourite trashy tropey plots someone gimme

a plot where yeah i’m dating my older brothers best friend who is also older than him and me but my brother doesn’t know and lots of sexual tension and he fingers her at the dinner table and whenever the friend sleeps over he always goes to her room and sleeps in her bed until morning until he has to get up to lay back at her brothers room to make it seem like he was there the whole night oh my god PLEASE

“i’m dating your sibling, but now i’ve met you, i’ve realized that maybe i picked the wrong sibling. but that’s not going to stop me from touching you underneath the dinner table, and screwing you in your parents bed.”

oh to be an aggressive hockey guy who gets into fights during matches and has to be patched up afterwords by the exasperated medic who has a soft spot for me who’s always telling me to be careful and sometimes we fight over my reckless attitude and maybe it gets heated one night and the medic yells “i care about you asshole!!” and i need to reevaluate our every single interaction

substitute teacher who likes giving out assignments and students hate him so much for that then one night, big brother bought a friend home and shit, it’s the substitute teacher who literally called you out for not passing your homework, and fuck, he is smirking like a total asshole.

Muse A happens to walk in on Muse B while they’re masturbating. Either Muse A offers to help after finding themselves too attracted by the sight to really turn away, or Muse B continues to work towards getting themselves off, indicating that they were masturbating with Muse A in mind.

Muse A has a friend over, who admits to having a crush on Muse A’s relative, Muse B. When Muse A confesses to having similar feelings, the two discuss the possibility of maybe coming onto Muse B with the idea of a naughty threesome in mind.

im always trash for taboo relationship plots:

- relieving him from sexual frustration with a handjob or blowjob - being his cum dump every day - fucking while hiding - riding him in the middle of the night and forcing him to cum in her - handjob in the backseat on a roadtrip - public sex outside a party - glory hole at a party or club bathroom

Also, presidents party girl daughter who has been assigned a new secret service bodyguard. He has no idea what he’s in for or the trouble she attracts. She has a problem with the word ‘no’ and he likes to say it a lot.

“it’s the middle of the night on a saturday and i’ve been thrown into holding by the cops and am i high or did i just get thrown into the same holding cell as a celebrity???” au

“while hiding from the paparazzi i ran into the first building i saw and it turns out you work here and what the fuck do you MEAN you’re closed and i have to get out, have some MERCY!” au

“i just went to one of your shows, and now an hour later you’ve tweeted about some gorgeous person you noticed in the crowd and wait why does this describe me exactly” au

this is a holy place, so you better be quiet and respectful while i screw you in the confessional booth.

I have a gigantic crush on you and you called me on the phone while I was masturbating but I picked up anyway and you caught on to what I was doing but you didn’t hang up??? Does this mean you like me??? Does this mean we’re gonna have phone sex???

I hid in your closet to scare you as a joke but when you came in you started masturbating and I can’t just get up and leave but if I get caught in your closet you’ll think I’m a pervert I regret my life choices

We’re roommates and we always look through each other’s mail and I certainly was not expecting to find a vibrator when I opened your package how much time do I have to re tape this before you get home

I bought dick popsicles as a joke but you look really hot how you’re sucking on that fuck

AGE GAP AUS

do clubs where you can wear a masquerade mask and be anonymously fucked and watched by dozens of people only exist in fanfiction or is there a membership card i can apply for

M/M PLOTS I DESPERATELY NEED:

- we’re costars working on a film (plus points for both of them playing the love interest in one of those annoying love triangles) and fell in love backstage, sneaking around each other’s trailers and whatnot - we’re on the same sports team but one of us is still in the closet, so we make out in the showers after training and vanish from parties to kiss in the car - i thought you’re dating my sister/brother but what do you mean you’re just friends and hanging around the house because you’re interested in me?? - i’m a big rock star and you’re my opening gig, and after the show we share sweaty kisses and have our own aftershow party in the tour bus you were the first boy i kissed but we never saw each other again after that party. years later we meet again and it’s like a throwback in time - i thought i was straight but there’s this cute af boy who makes me question my sexuality and turns my world upside down - bad boy turning soft for a soft boy -  *slams fist on the table* I’M ALWAYS A SLUT FOR NERD/JOCK DYNAMICS!

OR JUST ANYTHING HERE

[redsaurrce]

I had a request can you post a drabble for 🍒? Like boob play or nipple play BECAUSE I FUCKING NEED IT PLSSS😭😭😭

With jungkook?

WARNINGS: ⚠️ Mentions of food, Profanity, kissing, cupping and every sort of thing you want to do to your breasts, screaming a little. ⚠️

You were cutting veggies in the kitchen when jungkook came from behind and kept the groceries on the table he bought from the market. "What is my love cooking?" He said as he hugged you from behind. "Your favorite." You said while giggling.

He hummed, "My favorite? But I only get that in bed." You chuckled at his lewd joke, "Oh please you will get it when you get the laundry hung outside." You said playfully while swaying your spatula.

He huffed, "Let me stay for a moment like this, I'm tired." He went deeper in the crook of your neck while his hands came up to squeeze your chest. But just then his eyes went wide, "Wait! Are you not wearing bra, baby?"

You grinned knowing his reaction from behind without even looking at him, "Yeah, I was feeling stuffy in there." His lips took a form of a mischievous smile and he suggested, "How about I relieve you even more, princess?"

Oh that classic nickname! You knew well what was coming for you.

"But you seemed tired earlier?" You loved teasing him, didn't you?

He chuckled and snucked his hands beneath your apron and then your shirt, "I don't think so anymore."

You gasped, "But I'm cooking right now babe, do you want to set fire in our kitchen?" You asked him in concern. He replied, "okay then, safety first. Don't think my hands are there, just think them of as bra." He said while kissing your earlobe.

Oh how naughty!

So you continued cooking like earlier while he cupped his hands over your boobs for one whole minute until he started squeezing again. "Kookie let me cook peacefully." You said rolling your eyes.

"I won't! I can't!" He said while he started pinching your nipples and you moaned. His fingers started rubbing on your hardened buds while he placed wet kisses on your neck. Your mind was going hazy but you needed to get that cooking done asap.

"J-jungkook at least le-let me finish cooking." You said while you squinted your eyes.

"Fuck that!" He cursed under his breath and pulled out his hands. Just when you thought he listened to you- he proved you wrong! He actually switched off the stove and went to the refrigerator to bring some edible items. He kept it on the kitchen counter and before you could question his actions, he stomped towards you and attacked your lips with his.

His one hand was behind your neck pulling in for deeper kiss while his other hand worked in opening your apron.

Then he bent your back over the counter while he kept kissing you, his free hand reached to fetch the scissors kept at a distance.

He cut your shirt with the scissors in a single stroke letting the torn piece fall down over the fine marble floor. He detached his lips and panted for air. "I-im hungry Y/N!" He said while opened a pack of milk.

"Yeah I was cooking but--" Before you could complete your sentence, he poured -rather spread half of the milk on your breasts. "So let me ease my hunger baby." He said as he squeezed both of your boobs with both his his hands while he licked, sucked, chewed and repeated the steps again and again on your right nipple like a hungry cat enjoying its fish after days of starvation. Your toes curled up at the strong sensation of both pain and pleasure.

He kept licking it until there was no sign of milk anymore and then moved to the left nipple.

He bit and kissed multiple times and then he stretched your nipples up to clearly lick them off. Just like he pulled up your nipple with his front teeth, you pulled up his hair making him even more hungrier for you.

He, without removing his mouth from your breast, stretched his arm to grab the jar of mixed fruit jam, he spread a lot on your cherry which he didn't have his mouth on. Then he shifted his mouth on that while trying to grab the bottle of chilli sauce.

While he deliberately licked your jam covered breast, he spread the chili sauce on your other nipple. The burning sensation made you squirm a bit but he squeezed your Chilli breast hard, signaling you to stop moving.

After that he proceeded to lick the Chilli sauce off your other breast and when his tongue hurt from the hot and spicy flavor, he bit your nipple hard while his other hand almost crushed your other nipple earning him a scream from you.

He removed his mouth and again shifted to your jam breast. After he completely left your cheery spotless of any jam, he returned back on licking the spicy one.

He painfully took the pleasure in licking the spice off and his mouth filled with saliva because of the sheer chili flavor.

He came up to your mouth and started kissing you again, you felt the spice on your mouth too and your mouth filled with saliva too as a reflex action.

He then held your head from behind with both of his hands to deepen the kiss with his tongue going further inside.

With both of your saliva overflowing and getting mixed, he slowed the pace and started kissing you sloppily.

He whispered with his eyes closed, his hands now massaging your breasts, "can I go lower?"

You hummed, "Let's go inside first."

Went WiLD with this one 🥲!

[luckyqueenreign]

Her Name Was Lola - Suresh POV

NC – 17 

When I was reading the spoilers one of my favorite callback memories was the boat scene in Monte Carlo, as soon as I read it I knew I wanted to incorporate it in a fic somehow. Using Suresh's own words that he can't stop thinking about it, I take him through a day where Gemma makes it particularly difficult for him to forget it.

Contains spoilers through episode 23 so I would recommend reading those episodes first. Episodes 20-22 are live on the app today, but Episode 23 can be found here if you haven't gotten a chance to catch up on the spoilers!

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@kunepie @fujihime-litg @future-mrs-suresh @squishy-noodles @hi-im-karla

Suresh tried to shield his eyes from the glare of the sun to no avail. He’d been no stranger to the daybeds, as he’d been sleeping outside since he’d first arrived in the villa. He had wanted to show Gemma, he’d give her the space she needed to make her feel comfortable being around him again. He knew it couldn’t’ve been easy to see him after all that time apart and after all they’d been through together. But after the recoupling a few nights ago, he was finally sleeping in the main bedroom once again. That is until his late-night antics landed him in hot water with Arlo and she swiftly ushered him out of the bedroom, and they slept out on the daybeds.

Arlo stirred next to him, slowly turning to face him.  

“We should talk about last night, then,” she said icily. 

He sighed. 

“Arlo it was just bants.” 

“Her blowing you kisses in the middle of the night is just bants?” 

“It’s my fault, really. They’re in the bed next to ours when I turned over, I saw Gemma and Alfie cuddling so I just teased her and blew her a kiss.” 

“And why was she blowing you kisses back, then?” 

“It was just jokes, seriously. We always used to tease each other like that.” 

Arlo looks at him incredulously. 

“Arlo, it’s a new day. I’m really sorry what I did upset you, that wasn’t my intention. Let’s just enjoy a new day in the villa and not make something out of nothing.” 

Arlo studied him for a second she sighed and seemingly resigned to Suresh’s charm.   

“I guess you’re right. I’ve got to get dressed for the day.” Arlo gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and headed towards the villa. 

As Arlo walked back into the villa, Suresh’s thoughts centered solely on Gemma and their “kiss” the night before. He sat there smiling as memories from years past started to flood his mind. The Monte Carlo trip was a particular one that kept creeping back into his mind more and more recently. 

MONTE CARLO – SUMMER 2019 

Gemma had always been up for a laugh, especially a naughty one. When they arrived at the casino, Gemma told him she’d find him at the Roulette table and that she’d be right back. 

Suresh assumed she’d gone to the ladies room, so he made his way over to the bar to order them drinks and went to meet her at the Roulette table. 

“Place your bets, sir.” The dealer said. 

“I think you should go with black, sir.” Gemma said with a French accent. 

Suresh turned around to see Gemma in a short black wig and a provocative smile. 

Suresh handed the dealer a large number of chips and feasted his eyes back on Gemma. 

“All on black, please,” he said to the dealer absentmindedly, all eyes on Gemma. 

“Bonsoir Monsieur, my name is Lola. Maybe I can be your good luck charm tonight?” She said batting her eyelashes at him. 

“Maybe we can wager a kiss for every win to see how lucky you really are?” he said resting his hands on her lower back. 

“6, Black” the Dealer called. 

She smiled as she closed the distance between them. This wasn’t his girlfriend, this was Lola. She craved him. She grabbed his neck and kissed him passionately entering his mouth with a ferocious hunger. She bit down on his lip as she released him, gasping for air.  

Everyone around them stared at them in disgust and shock. But they didn’t care. They did it over and over again. Suresh was on a winning streak with “Lola” by his side, to the tune of 10,000 Euro….

“Earth to Suresh…” Eddie said as he and Finn plopped down killing Suresh’s trip down memory lane. 

“Alright mate, tell us what happened last night. I was a bit…preoccupied.” Finn said laughing. 

Suresh paused to gather his thoughts; he ran his large fingers through his thick black hair. 

“It was really a bunch of nothing…Gemma and I were just teasing each other. It was just bants.” Suresh said. 

“Yeah, are you sure? I feel like it’s never just bants with you two,” Eddie said. 

Suresh thinks about this. 

“Ok, let me rephrase the question. Do you wish you had picked Gemma over Arlo?” Eddie asked. 

“Whew…Eddie boy. You’re really going there, aren’t you.” Finn said patting him on the back. 

“Boys as much as I’m enjoying this chat, I think I’m going to head down for a swim.” 

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Water dripped down from his shorts creating large puddles as Suresh walked to grab a towel from the lounger. The droplets on his chiseled chest and abs glistened, he worked to dry most of it off. Relaxing into the lounger he watched the other islanders settle into villa life. He could hear the soft clinks of metal and soft grunts coming from the gym where Alfie and Eddie were working out. In the kitchen, Kat hugged Finn tightly from behind while he laughed at something she said. Arlo seemed to be making herself a coffee, to take to the swings like she did most mornings. She looked beautiful today in a cream-colored bikini that contrasted her creamy mocha complexion perfectly. Her hair was pulled back into a top knot and she wore large sunglasses that hid her eyes. Suresh found Arlo to be attractive, but if he was honest with himself that was where the connection between them stopped. He didn’t feel anything close to what he felt when he first met Gemma.

Where’s Gemma? 

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her laughter, he looked up to see Gemma walking arm in arm with Dana into the garden. The trill of her laughs still had a way of sending tingles down his spine. Gemma looked directly at him with a mischievous glint in her eye, as she adjusted one of the straps of her red string bikini, showing Dana the current tan progress on her golden skin. 

Suresh’s eyes went wide, and his heart immediately started to quicken, when he noticed it. 

She’s wearing the exact same bathing suit she wore in Monte Carlo. She knows I love that bathing suit. She’s got to be playing games with me. Especially after last night.    

Gemma whispered something in Dana’s ear and Dana walked off to the swing set with Arlo. 

What are you doing Gemma? 

Gemma sauntered to the other side of the villa directly opposite Suresh. Even halfway across the garden, Gemma had so much control over him. 

I know you’re doing this to get back at me for last night with Arlo and Alfie. Well played, Gem. We always did love a good cat and mouse game, didn’t we? 

To the other islanders, it all looked innocent enough. Suresh was sitting on a lounger by himself, catching a tan. Gemma was sitting on the other side of the villa, working her suntan oil in. But the two were speaking a secret language only they understood. Gemma positioned herself exactly in his eyeline and sprayed the suntan oil. He loved the mixture of the coconut and vanilla fragrance on her skin, and he could smell it even from this distance. He breathed in deep as she sprayed it on her long legs and worked the oil in slowly. Suresh imagined his fingers instead of hers working their way up her long legs. 

You’re not playing fair, Gemma. 

Slowly caressing and massaging the oil in. She worked up to her inner thighs and opened her legs wide. 

I’m yours, Gems. I’m yours.

She started to trace small circles in her inner thighs, just like he used to do after sex. 

Fuck Gemma. 

His fingernails gripped the sides of the loungers and he tried to control his breathing as

she continued working her way up her smooth stomach. When she got to her shoulders, she looked directly at him, and he could see a small smile forming on the corners of her mouth. He swallowed hard and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. She worked her way up to her neck. She was punishing him for last night. Gemma always enjoyed a good tease, look but don’t touch. 

As Gemma’s show came to a close, she gathered her things and slowly sauntered over to the swings where Dana and Arlo were still hanging out, but before she got there, she paused and gave him the same smoldering look that he had been reminiscing about for months. 

MONTE CARLO – SUMMER 2019 

“10,000 Euros Gemma, I can’t believe this night,” Suresh said laughing as they walked out of the casino holding hands. Before she could say anything, he grabbed her and kissed her fiercely. “My good luck charm.” 

“I don’t know who this Gemma is you speak of, tonight I’m Lola,” she said laughing, wrapping her arms around his neck. 

“I think I have somewhere else I want to take Lola before Gemma comes back,” Suresh said mischievously.

“And where is that?”

“Come on!”

Gemma giggled as Suresh led the way to a Marina filled with luxurious yachts. 

“Suresh, oh my god! A boat?” 

“Yeah, I’m sure no one will mind if we borrow for a little rendezvous. You up for it?” 

“You know, with you I’m always up for anything.” 

Suresh moved closer to Gemma and kissed her lovingly. He held her chin as he stared into her sea green eyes. 

“I love you, Gem.” 

“I love you, too Resh,” she said smiling. 

He took her hand, and they walked over to a large yacht, there seemed to be no sign of anyone on the boat, no lights on, no movement. From the dock, they could easily walk onto the lower deck of yacht. Suresh led Gemma up the stairs to the upper deck, and it was a millionaire’s playground. One area of the yacht was covered in plush seating with nautical pillows and towels, to the left there was a luxurious bar area and to the right a large dining area big enough for a table of twelve. 

Suresh headed to the bar area to look for champagne. 

“Sit down Suresh,” Gemma said provocatively. 

Suresh turned around and saw Gemma had a suggestive glint in her eye and he immediately made his way to the couches and sat down. Gemma’s heels clicked as she sauntered closer to him. Never breaking eye contact she started to unzip her dress. Slowly she started to remove one strap and the second, gliding the silky dress down to her stomach and letting it fall on its own. Suresh’s breath hitched as he saw Gemma’s bare breasts and a lacy white thong. 

“My God, Gemma.”  

Gemma smiled sultrily as she walked over and straddled Suresh. 

“You’re Mine, Suresh.” 

Without breaking eye contact with him, Gemma slowly unbuckled Suresh’s pants and slid her hand inside, she grabbed hold of his cock that was rock hard for her. 

“I’m Yours, Gems. I’m Yours,” he whispered in her ear.  

He passionately kissed her neck as she softly moaned. She gently stroked him up and down, paying particular attention to his tip. He let out a soft moan, breathing heavily into her ear. As he was getting close, they heard a noise behind them. 

A middle-aged man in his pajamas stood at the steps, staring at them in shock. 

“QUI ES-TU?! INTRUS! Who are you?? Intruders!”

Suresh grabbed a pillow and towel next to him to cover Gemma, as her dress was on the yacht deck many paces away. 

“Sir, I’m sorry we thought this was our friend, Jacques’ boat. Our mistake. We will be off now,” Suresh said apologetically.

“Get out!” The man didn’t know where to look, he wasn’t sure what to do, but he kept shoo’ing them away with his hands while also trying to avert his eyes from a half-naked Gemma. 

“Yes sir, right away.” 

“Get! Out!” 

Gemma quickly got dressed and they left holding hands, running out of the yacht. When they got out to the docks Gemma couldn’t stop laughing. 

“Who is Jacques?” she said giggling.

“A friend of Lola’s,” he said smiling. 

Suresh snapped out of his Monte Carlo haze with a smile on his face and looked around the villa, Finn stood by the pool with Alfie and Eddie sneakily heading his way, Arlo was now at the loungers and Gemma was alone in the kitchen. Suresh got up while Arlo wasn’t noticing and made his way over to the kitchen.  He walked up quietly behind Gemma and grabbed an orange from the fruit bowl, she was so fully engrossed in the other islanders throwing Finn in the pool that she didn’t hear him enter the kitchen.

“How honorable,” he said.  

Gemma turned around to face Suresh. 

“What does that mean?” 

“Gotta fight for the ones you love, right?”

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[stormblessed95]

Hello!

I just want to know your views about the previous year vlives. I'm personally a jikooker and even though this question should go to a tk corner, I feel safe here. Tkkrs theories are crap (whichever I have stumbled upon). So I don't explore their shipping community plus I am jikooker. (I do explore yoonmin, minimoni 😊)

So the tk carnations vlive and jikook gimbap live. Why was there so much awkwardness between v and JK? And why was it so homely in between jikook? Let's just say jikook aren't a thing hypothetically 😂, but as bandmates they were able to pull the vlive quite funnily and engagingly.

JK literally said that this gimbap live was fun. And the carnations one, TK were mostly silent other than the time they sang. I feel more than JK, V was looking out of the place. I'm asking this because V seems like a very playful guy and he is most of the time. Was there nothing to talk about? No funny jokes which we have seen between tk previously? No teasing his maknae? I don't know it really does feel, V has changed drastically over the years. I miss the naughty little V.

JK as is is a speak when spoken to type when in front of camera (generally). Upon that V giving silent treatment and zoning out made the atmosphere very uncomfortable even as a viewer to watch. He did speak but it was not really an engaging vlive. Hope you understand what I mean?

Hello! Im glad you feel safe here. We can absolutely talk about the 2020 quarantine group vlives from last year and focus on the TK one. To start, I'll add the group vlives in order they did (not including the YouTube ones or BE planning sessions or full group ones) in order after lockdown started. This way you can even watch any you've missed and/or watch them in order and pay more attention to what goes on and the vibes given off between members during the live streams. I have gone back and rewatched ALL of these before answering this ask, just so that it was all fresh on my mind before I talked about it and gave my opinions. Thank you for being patient with me as I took so long to answer your ask. 💜 there is alot and some of this, the TK and KM ones in particular are quite long. Lol

The first would be our introvert line did a very short vlive together after recording for their ON comeback stages to say they missed having ARMY there when they performed. This was March 5th:

Then following them on March 6th, we had a vlive from RM and Taehyung together, where they couldn't quite figure out how to fix the camera angles so their live was sideways for the whole 15 minutes 😂 they talked about Tae writing songs and the story behind Inner Child and writing it together:

And to finish it off, the last 2 members Jimin and Jhope, went live together on March 8th, where rhey were unnecessarily flirty the whole time and so cute:

After this in April is when the crafts and/or activities being done in pairs during vlives started getting done. I'm not sure if the members picked what they wanted to do themselves.... or if the staff just set it up and told specific members to come shoot the video. Idk if they even picked the partnering for these vlives or if the staff did. But either way, these were all definitely more planned out than just "let's say hi to army" vlive. They were "we can't see army so we are trying to plan activities to entertain army" type vibes from these vlives that I was getting. Still fun and cute, but different vibes than normal.

Minimoni started us off in April on the 14th by making coffee together on vlive, this was so cute. I swear:

Then RM and Jhope decorating ARMY Bombs on April 23rd:

And ending April with JinKiMin playing Just Dance together on April 27th:

May is when we get the Taekook Carnations Vlive for Parents Day on May 5th. And I agree, neither of them seem like they really want to be there... we will talk more about that at the end though:

And then we had NamJin vlive on May 24th:

And then on June 21st, we had the last of these more scheduled paired up and structured vlived with Jikook being Gimpab chefs:

So as for ALL of them, none of these seemed like vlives they would have chosen to do on their own. The first 3 from March were much more on par with the way they did vlives before and continue to do vlives. The vlives where they did activities were very much seeming like they were told to do this to let ARMY see them doing stuff. Over half of them were heavily monitored by staff. It seemed like this was content filmed FOR us, rather than them just hanging out WITH us. Did that make sense at all? Hopefully, lol. I don't know how things were decided, but it seemed like staff set up these activities and then called a set of guys in to do them in front of the camera. Almost more like a bangtan bomb than just chilling and talking with Armys over livestream. And personally, I don't think Tae, especially, was super into that. You can see a difference in the vlive he did with RM that was more just hanging out on live before their show. And in all his solo lives from the year, just hanging out WITH ARMY. But so all the vibes of these were different than normal, I think. But let's talk in detail about the TK vlive!

The vlive starts out literally right away with them telling us what they are doing and that it's because it was children's day. JK tells us they might not talk much because they will be focusing. Sooo right off the bat, we are told not to expect too much. He tells us! Lol JK in particular gets really really focused on whatever he is doing when given a project or craft to do. Tae is similar, just in a bit of a lesser scale. We can see this in Winter Package 2020 too. They all had to decorate snow globes and everyone tried to keep conversation up and engage with each other and the cameras while doing their crafts, except for taekook. Nothing was wrong and they weren't upset. They were just focusing on their project and doing their best. They tend to laser in on stuff like that.

After letting us know what they will be doing, they briefly ask what the other had been doing. They said we went strawberry picking (sounding like Bangtan did it all together, but who knows). Tae talked about working on his music, JK about learning instruments. The staff then asked them to fix their volume and so JK leaned forward to adjust settings on the phone they had in front of them where they had their live up. They apologize saying they are new to this, they aren't new to vlives, but they are new to these new type of live stream crafting sessions BHM had them doing... and it was a bit of an awkward chuckle over that. JK then shouted "TaeKook" with a big smile from reading the comments, which I'm sure were flooded with comments like that. Lol instead of joking with him, Tae just goes "huh?" And doesn't seem to into it. No, i don't think anything was wrong with them together... but it is a marked difference from them normally embracing and laughing and enjoying their unit name together. Honestly, I just really think Tae didn't like these types of vlives, I think he felt like it wasn't a good use of time spent with ARMY. He would rather have been talking with us, listening to music and dancing with us or playing games with us. Arts and crafts that he wasn't actually into isn't how he would have chosen to spend his time. No, I also don't think he was FORCED. I just don't think he was excited about it, and that showed. JK didn't seem super into it either, but he was going to focus and get it done and enjoy what he could from it too.

Eventually they got started. Kookie said he would regret it if he didn't make it well, so he was focusing hard. But it didn't stop them from making the occasional joke together either. They eventually turned on some music, which they both seemed to enjoy more than trying to talk while crafting. The staff did end up telling them though to turn the music down so their voices could be heard more clearly. Just again, I think Taekook were fine. They weren't uncomfortable or unhappy to be together. Tae brought up Lana Del Ray, which JK promptly made a joke about Jimin. Interesting connection to make there, but again shows just how often they think of each other. There was lots of cute interactions and little conversations/moments through the live. Worth watching, but I agree. Definitely not the most engaging vlive they have done. Probably because neither of them seemed super into it.

And we weren't alone in feeling like the air or the general vibe of the vlive was a little off or just not as engaged as usual. Jungkook posted on Weverse right after basically apologizing for not getting to talk with Armys too much and said that next time he should do a live where he isn't making something. (And proceeded to do his next live with Jimin, making food lol)

This was also in May. ITS was also filmed in May. This probably was shortly before they had their ITS talk and things started getting even better between them and they started to rebuild their connection together. I think the awkwardness here wasn't because they were together, but because they were filming a live stream in a format they weren't used to, doing arts and crafts they really didn't want to be doing and trying to be entertaining for ARMY at the same time. Tae and JK also aren't people who "pretend" when they don't want to do something. I think they just felt a little uncomfortable with the way the vlive was working, but that had nothing to do with them.

As for why the Gimpab vlive didn't have that same awkward feel to it, well at that point this wasn't the first time they were filming a vlive where they were doing something like this and where staff were basically in charge of it. JK and done one with Tae, and Jimin had done coffee with RM and dance with YoonJin. So they were both a bit more used to it. And while TK are good friends, neither of them are each other's comfort person. They don't relax each other like Jimin does for both of them. JK is very comfortable around Jimin, he seeks out comfort from Jimin in ways that he doesn't with other people. It probably helped him feel more relaxed during the Gimbap vlive than he would have been with others. Plus cooking is also something that JK is simply more comfortable with doing as an activity than he is with building paper flowers and stressing about doing it properly. One he knows he is good at, the other he had never done before. So there are probably multiple factors playing into that one.

Hope this all made sense and helped a little! Thanks for the ask! 💜💜

[castieltrash1]

dangerous territory → clint b.

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summary → clint stays behind during a mission, leaving you alone with him in the avengers building. seeing him sprawled out on the comfy lounge room couch gives you some naughty ideas -- only adding to the tension your relationship already has.

word count → 6.7k (literally wtf)

warnings → i ignore the entirety of iw/endgame except for clint’s makeover, extreme sexual tension, smut; switch!fem!reader, switch!clint, couch sex, oral (both recieving), fingering, slight overstimulation, dirty talk, praise

a/n → literally idk if i should be ashamed or not but im Horny 4 Hawkeye!!! oopsie !! also there are like .3 smut fics for him on here and im determined to fix that

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Quiet was not a word you’d use to describe the Avengers Facility.

In fact, with Steve’s loud orders, Bruce’s lab explosions, and Sam’s boisterous laughter -- not to mention the never-ending petty arguments that managed to revert the Avengers to 11th graders in their first debate club -- it was the farthest thing from quiet.

But, now, with zero disagreements and zero distractions, you’d been able to enjoy the building all to yourself. Almost. Of course, the one time you got to avoid a mission, you ended up falling into an even worse situation.

You’d covered for Wanda last mission, and she’d insisted on paying you back for the newest one. It wasn’t high stakes by any means, but the work itself had countless components and everyone who was nearby -- or at least on the planet -- had been called in to fill some role.  

Everyone, of course, except you. And Clint.

Suddenly the idea of being stuck in the Quinjet with everyone’s post-mission moodiness sounded very appealing. You could feel a headache growing as you wandered around the kitchen, doing anything and everything in your power to avoid him. He was not supposed to be here. Hell, he didn’t even like stepping foot in the place unless the world was in immediate danger.

Of course, you weren’t the only one to notice his odd attitude. Natasha gave him a confused look when he mentioned staying behind, but decidedly hadn’t commented, almost like she’d already pieced together the reason for Clint’s actions. Knowing her, she probably had. But, even Wanda shot a glance that worried you -- though you seemed to be the only one to catch her squinted green gaze before it disappeared. You weren’t sure you wanted to know what she saw in his mind.

Sure, you had a couple of ideas as to why he would choose to isolate himself with you, but you tried to not let those thoughts consume you. The others wouldn’t be back till midday tomorrow -- if all went well -- and you were not about to spend the next 36 hours soaking your panties with stupid fantasies.

Unfortunately, even when ignoring Clint, your mind was still focused on him. When you passed by the gym or shooting range, antsy to get your daily work in, one quick thought of seeing Clint’s arms -- tensed as he loaded his bow, muscles straining and eyes focused on his target -- was enough to have you quickly walking in the opposite direction.

But, now, as you make your way into the lounge to relax, you can’t find it in yourself to care. You have just as much of a right as Clint does to walk around whenever and wherever you please. In all honesty, you feel even more entitled considering you’re the one actually living in the tower (at least most of the time.)

He’s exactly where you expect him to be -- he may be fast and quiet on his feet, but you’ve been keeping tabs on him, for your own sake.

It’s a bit odd seeing a book instead of a bow in his hands, but you’re not entirely sure you should be focused on how his fingers wrap around the thin pages, thumbing the corners so gently--

“Done avoiding me, are you?”

Well, shit.

His gaze remains on his book -- though the very few pages he’s turned assures you he’s not paying attention to whatever riveting story Tony has stocked his shelves with.

“What are you talking about?” you ask. There’s a moment of temptation to take a seat next to him on the couch, as close as possible. To feel his strong arms around you, smell the raw masculine cologne he always wears a bit too much of -- heavy on his neck and sharp jaw that you know your lips could curl around so perfectly if given the chance.

You swallow heavily and take a seat in the chair across from him, sinking into the expensive fabric.

“Tony picks good furniture, right?” Clint sighs, book closing without so much as a dog-ear mark as he leans back.

It’s silent for a second, and you’re entirely sure you’ve missed a part of the conversation during your mini black-out, but Clint doesn’t seem bothered in the slightest, waiting patiently for your answer. You consider it a small win and accept the change in topic with an awkward laugh.

“Yeah. Didn’t think price made such a big difference.” There’s a firmness to the chair that keeps you from sinking, and mentally, you consider if it’d be strong enough for other activities. “How much you wanna bet he spent on each of these chairs?” you question, genuinely curious. “I gotta guess at least two grand.”

Clint’s cool eyes glint playfully. “Three,” he challenges with a smirk that sends a shiver down your spine. “Though, you should really try this couch. Definitely my favorite thing here.”

There’s just a hint of suggestion in his tone -- the kind that you’d miss if you weren’t trained in reading people. It’s not unexpected, though. You’d have to be a fool to not recognize the exact same longing stares, the same lingering touches that Clint offers you. But, that’s what makes it all more intimidating. It’s an unspoken thing, and at this point, that’s what feels most convenient -- even if your lonely nights spent moaning his name are growing far too common for comfort.

Still, you can’t exactly ignore him, and his eyes follow you closely as you make your way to the couch, falling into the comfy cushions with a huff.

“Wow.” You laugh. “No wonder you’ve been spending so much time down here.”

Clint raises an eyebrow. “So you have been paying me some attention. Interesting.”

If he notices you shift as far to the other end of the couch as possible, he doesn’t mention it.

“Don’t take it personally, Barton,” you huff. “I’m used to keeping an eye on everyone around here.” It’s not entirely a lie, but he manages to see right through the half-truth regardless.

“So you avoid everyone, then?” There’s no hurt or misunderstanding in his voice, not even confusion. He knows what you’re doing, knows why you can’t bear to look him in the eyes for more than a few seconds.

“Still don’t know what you’re talking about,” you deflect, closing your eyes and letting your head fall back onto the couch.

He just chuckles, a low sound that makes your stomach clench unconsciously. You expect him to keep pressing you, work you up until you spill your guts, but he doesn’t. He doesn’t even say a word as you hear the rustling of paper and feel the couch move slightly as he shifts.

You turn your head towards him and open one eye, then both as they go wide. Clint has taken on a whole new level of comfortable, feet perched on the coffee table and one arm resting on the back of the couch while his free hand flips through the same first few pages as before.

In all honesty, you suddenly find yourself happy that Steve and Tony are gone -- otherwise they’d be scolding Clint for his manners, and most definitely not ogling his firm legs in those tight, black jeans.

You drag your gaze back up his body, stopping near the hem of his shirt, where his new position has allowed for the fabric to ride up his stomach. It’s just a sliver of skin but the image is enough to make your heart race. There’s a faint dip in the muscled hip line leading to his jeans, and if you stare extra hard, you can see the light trail of thin hairs disappearing under the fabric.

Swallowing heavily, you quickly look back at Clint’s face, holding back a gasp as he stares back at you.

“So,” you fill the silence before he can, mentally thanking Natasha for her training on keeping your composure. “How’s that book of yours?”

Clint just grins for a second -- you both know he’s caught you. “It’s alright. Not the most interesting thing in the building right now, though.”

You gulp. “Yeah… The place is big. Lots to explore. I don’t think I’ve even seen every room--”

“I have a feeling you know that’s not what I mean,” Clint cuts you off with a chuckle, and you send him a challenging glare.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you scoff.

He hums, before his tongue peeks out to swipe across his bottom lip. “You’re sounding awfully like a broken record today.” His icy, pale eyes return to his book, and you watch as he lifts his thumb to his wet lips, tongue darting out the lick the tip. You can practically feel the action, and almost whine in disappointment when his hand returns to flip the page.

Clint is downright grinning at this point, and you know he’s taking in every breath, shift, and blink of yours. “But, I know you’re not actually confused,” he continues. “In fact, I’d argue you like this game of ours a bit more than you should.”

You know if you brush it off again, he’ll drop it. He’s too nice to make you uncomfortable, and his statement hangs in the air with a heavy weight.

“You know, Barton?” you shift from your spot on the couch, eliminating a good chunk of the space between you and him. “I think you’re smarter than most people give you credit for.” He raises a brow, and you would believe his undisturbed look if you didn’t see his fingers twitch against the spine of the forgotten book.

“Tell Nat that,” he jokes, and you grin. Seeing that little crack in his facade, the way he fills the conversation with a joke, the discreet but heavy swallow he tries to hide -- it’s all enough to power you to move closer, until there are mere centimeters between you two.

“Hmmm, I don’t think I’ll be telling Natasha anything from this conversation of ours.” Keeping your attention on the slight tense of his jaw, you push the book from his hands, and he immediately drops his feet from the table to discard it in their place.

You pause for a second, glancing at Clint’s lap then back at him, and he doesn’t hesitate to reach out and grab your hip.

“Get over here already,” he groans, both arms wrapping around your waist to situate you in his lap. His hands are warm and firm and everything you could have ever imagined, and you automatically roll your hips down onto him. There’s a pleased moan from you both, and his own hips jolt in a way that sends you even closer to him, until your chests are touching.

He immediately dives for your neck, scruff tickling the sensitive skin as he breathes you in deeply. “I gotta admit,” he murmurs, letting his lips graze the bottom of your jaw in the most sinful way, “you look so much better sitting here than standing around in the kitchen.”

You drag your fingers through the long hair on the back of his head, tugging it playfully. “You’ve been watching me, Barton?”

He hums, squeezing you just as teasingly. “I do a lot of staring when it comes to you, babe.”

You pull him from your neck by his hair, and he looks up at you with the most mischievous glint in his eyes. The nickname makes you undeniably flustered, but you force the embarrassment away.

“I don’t know about you, but I think that’s what you call creepy,” you mumble, leaning down so Clint can feel your words against his own lips. He immediately darts forward, but you pull back with a sly grin, watching his eyes darken at the action.

“I think,” he growls, catching you off guard as he pushes you back onto the couch, making you jostle as you try not to fall off the edge. He steadies you with a large hand, and you only jolt again when he uses his free hand to spread your legs, caging you in as his hips drop between your parted thighs. “You’d be a hypocrite for saying that.” He drops back to your neck, and you can feel his smile before his teeth sink into your skin lightly -- just enough to make you gasp.

He continues to litter your neck with kisses, and you watch in awe as his toned arm tenses by the side of your head -- the thick black lines of ink rolling as his muscles flex.

“And what are you gonna do about it?” you taunt, back arching as his tongue darts out to lick a stripe up to right below your chin. “You gonna fuck me?”

Clint bites the edge of your jaw in retaliation to your words, before he pulls back just enough to stare at you with a lustful gaze.

“Not yet, baby. Not that easily.” One of his hands trails up the front of your thigh, before it busies itself with the hem of your shirt. You try to hide your disappointment, but Clint notices it, of course, and just shakes his head. “Don’t worry, I don’t plan on letting you leave this couch anytime soon. You’ve made me wait long enough for this… I’m gonna take my time with you.”

He finally presses his lips to yours, and you hungrily reach and tug until he’s as close as possible -- until you can feel the denim of his jeans scraping deliciously against your thighs as you tug his bottom lip between your teeth. It’s messy and entirely uncalculated, and your nails catch in the wrinkles of the back of his shirt while his own fingers tug impatiently at the bottom of yours.

You part from him for a second, and his own greedy mouth follows yours, only managing to press against the side of your lips. “You act like you’ve made this easy for me,” you retort, and his chest rumbles against yours as he chuckles.

“Oh honey, I think I’ve made it quite obvious I’ve wanted to fuck you since the day you walked in here.”

“Clearly, not obvious enough.”

Clint huffs, warm breath hitting your cheek. “What’d you want me to do? Huh?” He shifts so his words make their way directly to your ear, each syllable accentuated with a puff of hot air. With him this close, neck just below your nose, you can take in the heavy smell of that sharp cologne you love so much.

His calloused fingers dip beneath your shirt, but instead of the obvious trail up, his hand trails down to play with the hem of your shorts. “Tug these little things off in front of everyone? Show them all how worked up you get me wearing these? Is that what you want?”

Your hips lift in a silent plea, and you groan. “They’re comfortable.”

“Maybe for you, but I find myself very uncomfortable when you wear them.” He snickers, and if you weren’t so turned on, you’re sure you’d roll your eyes. Only Clint Barton could make a joke about untimely hard-ons during a time like this.

“Then why don’t you take them off?” you groan, and he shakes his head while muttering something about you being bossy.

Still, his words betray him as he tugs the fabric down your legs, as slowly as possible while his eyes drink in the new area of exposed skin. “What part about taking my time with you did you not understand?” The corner of his lips tug in that mischievous way of his, and you have a sneaking feeling his patience is as fleeting as your own.

Proving your point, Clint tosses your shorts over the back of the couch with a grin, then pushes you further up the cushions. You’re almost sitting, shoulder blades knocking the arm of the sofa while your legs bend at the knee to accompany Clint, who scoots back. It’s the perfect and most disastrous angle to be at as you have to both feel and watch his deft fingers trail up from your knee.

You’re a hundred percent sure the effects of your arousal are extremely obvious, but he doesn’t comment on the wet patch of your panties -- though you see his eyes focus on the area between your legs for a second too long before his gaze flickers back to your thighs.

His calloused fingers trail the edge of fabric around your legs, rough skin providing a type of friction you can’t begin to explain. His touch is fleeting and he changes the amount of pressure with every swipe of his thumb, always pushing just enough to let you know he’s holding you down. That you can’t escape him -- as if you’d even think of trying to do so.

“Your legs are so sexy, you know that?”

You let out some type of pleased whine, a sound that Clint relishes as he tightens his grip on your thighs. “Make the prettiest sounds, too,” he continues, and then his fingers are right there. One hand holds your left leg down, while the other covers your panty-covered core. His thumb rubs into your desperate, throbbing clit, and you use your little amount of freedom to push your hips up, wanting, needing more.

Clint immediately presses you back down, and you watch his tattoos shift just slightly as he adds more weight to his hand on your thigh.

“Please, please.” You revert to begging at your lack of movement, losing all shame in regard to your desire. It’s obvious you need Clint -- any excuses or lies from before long forgotten. You need his movements to speed up, the slow circles of his thumb providing barely enough friction.

He just chuckles, but relents a little and you downright purr as the thin fabric of your underwear drags against your tingling nerve endings. It’s impossible to move under Clint’s weight, but all the muscles in your lower half flex and twitch as they desperately search for release and relief.

“How about…” Clint trails off, fingers moving upward to grab the waistline of your panties, “we get these off?”

You’re sure if you nod any faster you might make yourself dizzy, and Clint just smirks in that knowing way. That way that lets you know he has you right where he wants you. Right where he’s been waiting to have you.

The article of clothing is soon flung behind his shoulder just like your forgotten shorts -- and you can only faintly remind yourself to make sure you grab everything before the others return. Though, at this point, you think anyone could walk in on Clint between your legs and you’d still be begging him to make you cum -- audience or not.

“Fucking Christ,” Clint groans, palms sliding between your thighs to spread them, giving him a full view of your glistening core. “I swear, you’re gonna kill me.” Seeing his flushed cheeks, mussed hair, and greedy fingers, you’re not sure you can reject that statement.

He removes his hands for just a second, but you don’t dare close your legs, and he has the audacity to wink. Before your mind can even process the action, though, he’s pulling his shirt off, arms crossing over his chest as they show off in their full glory. Hips, stomach, chest, arms -- they’re all exposed so quickly and your eyes drink in the features as fast as they can. Clint throws the shirt to the side -- you have a feeling he’s utilizing his perfect aim to create a clothing pile -- but you just stare at his shoulder, where the ink spreads to areas you’ve never had the chance to see before. The olive green accents contrast against his tanned skin, which has gained a light sheen from the sweat of his arousal.

As he leans back down, Ronin’s portrait stares you dead in the eyes -- quite literally. If you didn’t know the deeper meaning, you’re sure you could mistake the skull as a danger warning to the man pressing a kiss against the inside of your knee.

Short hairs chafe your legs as Clint makes himself comfortable, pressing his jaw against you. When his hot breath dances over your center you almost squeeze your thighs together, but he’s there to push them apart with a chuckle.

“No, no…” He pulls away barely, and you take in a deep breath to calm yourself. “You’re gonna give me what I want, ok?” His fingers are gentle, and so are his eyes when he glances up to you. He’s hopeful, pleading almost, but stays respectful. “If that’s ok, of course.”

You almost want to cry, because how could he think any differently, but you just nod. “Please Clint, touch me.”

He sends you a lopsided grin, and then he’s right there, pressing a kiss against your clit. The feeling is completely different from before, lips slick and soft unlike his rough thumb. All the air in your lungs leaves your body as you let out a sigh of relief, body finally relaxing as it gets the touch it needs.

You reach down and your nails scratch his scalp lightly before you grip his hair in a tight hold. He nuzzles against your hand and groans against you, and the feeling of control makes your blood run hot through your veins. One of the most powerful men on Earth is between your legs, sucking softly on your clit like it's the only thing he could ever want.

He traces circles on your thighs with his coarse fingers as he warms you up with gentle licks and the occasional curl of his lips around your most sensitive area. You let him have the satisfaction of your spread thighs, but you periodically tug on his tousled locks to remind him that he’s the one between your legs. It’s the perfect balance of dominance -- the type that makes your head spin and your eyes roll back into your head.

Clint presses another kiss to your clit before traveling lower and the intimacy of the action makes your skin flush. You can tell he’s not going to be holding back for much longer though, if the desperation of his descent is any indication. His fingers join his attack as he spreads your folds, tongue dragging the entirety of your core.

“So good, baby. So fucking good,” he mutters, mouth impatient as he covers as much skin as he can at once. It’s fast and downright dirty as he presses his tongue into you, eliciting a groan from your parted, panting lips. You’re dripping at this point, and he laps up the mix of saliva and arousal with a yearning thirst.

It’s all so overwhelming. His fingers are digging into your skin -- likely to leave faint marks -- and the scruff framing his jaw scrapes and leaves your skin burning, while the softer locks between your fingers are a comfort to steady you.

The heat building in your body is entirely unbelievable, and your back digs into the couch as you arch into Clint, desperate for all he’ll be willing to give you. You press him closer, and he moans at the power in your hands -- the control you have despite him hovering over you. It’s a mental trip for you both, your stomach and pelvic muscles clenching as they react to his generous, eager giving.

“God, Clint, gonna cum.” The words barely feel like they’re coming from your own body, jaw slack as you tremble in his hold. His index finger presses into you slowly, while his thumb replaces his tongue on your clit. The change of stimulation has you reeling, your grip on Clint loosening as you feel his warm words against you.

“Kinda the point, sweetheart.” Your eyes are squeezed shut, but you know Clint is smirking -- you can practically hear it in his voice.

His finger curls to press against your front wall, and he rubs it gently once, twice, before he lets the digit drag out, sinking in again even slower. The leisurely thrusts continue as his tongue returns to circle your clit, his cocky words from before silenced as he puts his mouth to work. Your breath grows heavier, heart rate increasing with every second. His middle finger joins the first with a steady push, and you clench desperately as they curl and press and rub and reduce you to nothing but putty.

You’re right there and Clint knows it -- somehow he knows it. His fingers move faster, harder, and his lips wrap around your clit with even greater determination. There’s a shift, fingertips grazing the perfect spot as he sucks desperately and it’s over. You’re crying out his name, thighs shaking and you clench and flutter around his never-ceasing fingers. There’s a moment where all senses leave you and all you can feel is Clint, and the spread of warmth between your legs. Your ears ring and your own moans become faint background sounds.

And then, you’re pulling his head back, his tongue still trying to work your sensitive clit. He fights your tug on his hair but you must be begging because he finally relents with a huff. You can hear his breathing, and you feel his shift as he leans back over you, fingers still working you through your high.

“Look at me,” he demands, and his free hand drags down your cheek. “C’mon, open your eyes.” He forcefully grabs your chin, and your eyes open too quickly for your mind to process. It’s all so bright and you have to blink away the splotches of color coating your vision. Clint takes up the entirety of your view, lips wet and eyes dark. “There you go, baby.” He’s grinning and panting and his fingers are still fucking moving.

You whimper and glance down -- as much as his grip on your jaw will allow -- and the view of his tattooed arm between your thighs, veins pulsing as he fingers you is imprinted in your mind permanently. It’s a never-ending high that goes on for a second too long before Clint finally, finally eases his fingers from you. They’re practically dripping with your release, and he wastes no time bringing them to his glossy mouth.

It’s hypnotic to watch as his lips close around his fingers, nostrils flaring as he sucks them eagerly. They come out clean, and his chest rumbles with a groan. “Can’t get enough of your taste. Fuck.”

It takes a second for you to catch your breath, chest heaving and shirt clinging to sweaty skin. But, there’s finally a moment where your legs feel somewhat solid, and you take advantage of the opportunity, bending your leg to put the bottom of your foot on Clint’s bare chest.

He shoots you a confused but intrigued look, and you respond with a lopsided grin as you push him backward, until he’s the one stumbling to find a spot against the arm of the couch. Faintly, you consider the move would be much sexier with a pair of heels digging into his skin, but this will have to suffice for now. Maybe next time -- if there is a next time, of course.

“Now, what are you up to, baby girl?” Clint is practically vibrating with excitement as you gather the strength to push yourself off the couch, ignoring the slight twitch of your exerted thighs.

“Take your pants off,” you say, with little shame. “Now.”

You’re not sure you’ve ever seen someone get undressed so quickly and the hastiness of Clint’s actions leave him with very little coordination. It takes him three tries to get his belt undone, and he pokes himself with the metal prong when his eyes return to glance at you.

Raising a brow, you put your hands on your hips, and he speeds up. The button and zipper take him twice as long, but the sound when he finally tosses his belt and jeans off to the side is well worth the wait.

He licks his lips, looking up at you -- waiting, watching. Your earlier thoughts regarding his legs are heightened tenfold as you take in his toned thighs and hard cock in-between. He’s thick, the bulge pressing against his boxer-briefs making your heart skip a beat. The mere idea of him stretching you open has you growing too impatient for what you have planned.

“Keep going.” You swallow and hope your voice doesn’t sound too shaky.

Clint’s quick fingers make work of the fabric, and you focus on finishing yourself off. You pull your shirt off and let it drop to your feet before your hands move to unhook your bra. You’re barely sliding the straps down your arms when you hear Clint huff, and you look back to him.

“I wanted to do that,” he almost whines, chest puffing.

You roll your eyes but laugh, and toss your bra to him. He catches it with a wink, before throwing it behind him. Immediately, his gaze drags over your chest, excruciatingly slow. You know he’s taking in every inch, every natural mark that decorates your torso. Normally, you’d feel odd being examined so closely while still being at a decent distance -- but Clint is observant and his eyes are hungry.

Finally, his dark eyes reconnect with yours. “You gonna come sit or should I just grab you?” His tone is playful and daring, but you hear the hint of arousal that suggests he wouldn’t be opposed to tugging you into his arms. You don’t have time for games anymore, though, so you stand between Clint’s legs, and he pats his thigh playfully.

“Hmm…” You bite your lip and shake your head, eyes glistening with mischief. “Not yet…”

You make your descent to your knees perfectly paced, fluttering your lashes as you look up to Clint from between his thighs. He cusses and his arms fall limply to his side as he resigns himself to the torture he knows you’ll be sure to deliver.

“I thought you wanted to take your time,” you tease, fingers sliding up his thigh. Your nails against his skin have him tensing, muscles quivering.

He groans, and tosses his head back. “That was before I made you cum. Just wanna fuck you now -- make you shake again.”

You pinch him. “Sweet-talking will get you nowhere, Barton. You should know that.” But, you still let your palm graze over his hard cock, twitching at your touch. He’s firm and warm, and when your fingers wrap around his length, you realize how deliciously thick he is, filling your grasp fully. The length is there too, just enough to not be intimidating, but the girth has your core throbbing.

“Fuck, Clint,” you groan, giving a slow jerk of your wrist. “You’ve been holding out on me.”

He’s pulsing in your hand, skin flushed and precum beginning to drip from the head of his cock. It coats your hand on the second stroke, easing the drag. Soon enough, he’s practically glistening, and your mouth waters. You have to taste him.

He calls your name, voice trembling, as your tongue darts out to flatten against his tip. “Oh God, please.” He’s flushed, from his cheeks to his tensing thighs, and you’d grin if you weren’t taking him deeper into your mouth. Another part of the burning, fervid desire deep in your veins lights up as your lips wrap around him -- tongue greedy for more as it laps everything it can reach. A growl reverberates through his entire body, and the sound makes your thighs clench.

You spare him a glance, and he looks destroyed. Sweat gathers on his forehead and the veins in his arm pulse as he grips the cushions to stay steady. Sane. Calm.

His knuckles are white and you relieve them by grabbing his left hand in your own, thumb rubbing over the back of his palm. He’s squeezing you like you’re his lifeline, and you reward him with your free hand around his base.

“Fuck fuck, I’ll cum too fast with you doing that,” Clint grunts, and you watch his chest heave as he tries to steady his breathing.

You pull off him with a line of spit, breaking it with your hand as you use the saliva to glide your fingers. He’s still throbbing, and you trace his underside vein with your wet thumb. “I thought that was the point, right?” You repeat his words from earlier with a grin, pressing a kiss against his thigh as your hand speeds up. He’s so close and he needs it so badly, but he finally pulls his hand from yours to grab your moving wrist.

“Not until I fuck you.” He pants, and begrudgingly removes your hold from his cock. “And a couple times, at the very least.”

Your heart races at the mere thought of as many rounds as you can handle, with Clint making you cum again and again. Still, you stand slowly, silently hoping he’ll push you back to your knees and cum down your throat.

But he doesn’t. He watches closely as you straighten out, and you quickly move to straddle him. “Fine, but you’ll let me ride you, understood?” Your thighs brush over him with the lightest touch, and with just one solid movement, you could have him sinking into you. But, you wait. You watch as he swallows heavily, eyes hooded.

Clint gives you a lopsided smile. “No complaints here, babe.” And with that, you reach down to hold his length, pressing the tip against your clenching, wet, core. He gasps, but you shift just slightly, until he bumps your clit. It’s too much and too little all at once, and you let out a soft cry as he jerks upward, precum coating the swollen nub. You reward yourself with one more drag down from your clit before letting the head of his cock push into you.

You’re immediately clenching around his length, and Clint’s calloused fingertips dig into your hips as he helps steady you. It only takes a couple breaths and a slow spread of your thighs to take him fully, arousal coating his cock quickly. He barely holds himself back from rutting into you right away, but you rock your hips and grip his shoulders regardless.

“Fuck,” he half-groans, half-whimpers. “You’re so fucking wet.”

Your nails dig into his skin as you roll again, letting out an incoherent babble of his name as your clit gains friction from his own warm body. You can feel your own wetness dripping down your thigh onto his, and it has you shuddering. It’s so dirty and your fingers move to Clint’s hair, desperately clinging at the long strands. His forehead presses to yours, and he smells like the most dangerous concoction of sweat, cologne, and mint toothpaste you’ve ever had the honor of inhaling.

You join in an almost-kiss that’s all teeth, but he brushes his tongue against your cupid’s bow in a much gentler way, and you know he can feel the shiver that runs down your spine in reaction. He squeezes your hip gently in reassurance, and then his grip on you tightens. It doesn’t hurt, but you can feel the years of arm workouts, and you know there’s no way to escape -- as if you’d ever want to.

Clint’s knee jerks and then he’s thrusting up into you with such force it leaves you breathless. He holds you down and all you can do is gasp and hold him tighter as he pushes into you harder and faster. Every shift provides a new angle and friction as his tip stimulates your sensitive walls.

Your thighs shake desperately and you can hear the wet slap each of his movements provide as you coat his cock in warm slick. He grins at the sight, one hand drifting from your hip until it reaches your throbbing clit.

“Look at you,” he coos and punctuates the words with a rough circle of his thumb.

Your chest heaves as you gasp, but the lack of Clint’s hold gives you a second to grind against him. He grunts as you do, and you chuckle breathlessly against his parted lips.

“And look at you.”

He retorts by way of another rub against your clit, and your laughter quickly turns to a drawn-out moan.

“You look so pretty when you’re about to cum.” He pants between every word, but he’s determined to deliver the compliment that makes your face too warm. You’re not sure how he knows you’re so close -- it must be way more embarrassingly obvious than you thought -- but you can’t find it in yourself to care. Not when he’s letting his cock drag inside you slowly, with a hard thrust every few seconds. Not when the pressure on your clit is changing so rapidly you can’t breathe.

When you do cum, with a broken cry and shaking torso, Clint doesn’t let up. He goes faster, harder. It’s a never-ending high that turns your brain to mush, and your body into even less. Your thighs burn and your toes curl but all you can feel is the delicious length buried deep inside you.

It’s only during the beginning of the cool down that you tug a little harder on Clint’s hair, and roll your hips a little more. “C’mon, Clint, please. Please fill me up.” His chest rumbles against yours with a throaty growl, and you continue to ride out your orgasm as he fucks into you with a few more desperate, shaky thrusts.

He cums in you thick and warm, with a groan of your name. It tumbles from his lips sinfully, and you commit the sound to memory. The rasp of his tone and the sight of his wet, swollen lips.

It’s not until he eases out of you slowly, and you feel the drip down your thigh that you’re grounded and reminded of exactly where you are. On a multi-thousand dollar couch. Owned by Tony Stark.

“Oh my god, Clint.”

His eyes are closed and you’re sure he’s about three seconds from sleeping for eighteen hours, but he manages a tired smirk. “I know. That was good.”

“No! I mean yes. But that’s not what I’m talking about.”

He half-opens one eye. “What?”

“I think we stained the couch.” A quick glance between Clint’s thighs all but confirms it, and you’re not sure whether to be proud or embarrassed by the very large wet spot staining the blended fabric.

“I can’t believe that’s what you’re thinking about right now. After everything that just happened.”

You playfully slap his shoulder as you roll onto the cushion next to him with a huff. He nudges you back with his arm before clearing his throat, and letting out a butchered impression of your voice. “Oh Clint! Your dick was just so amazing!-”

“Oh my god!” You cover your face but nothing stops the laughter that rumbles through your chest -- even if he’s got your tone completely wrong. He just chuckles and wraps his arm around you, pulling you into his side with a sigh.

“How much do you think we’ll owe Tony by the end of the day?” He looks down at you with a playful glint in his eyes.

“What do you mean?”

He rolls his eyes, but presses a chaste kiss to your hair. “C’mon, you don’t think I haven’t planned out every surface we still need to fuck on before they get back?”

“Clint!”

“See, you keep screaming my name but for all the wrong reasons.” Now you can feel his grin against the top of your head, and it comes into view as he stands with you still in his grasp. You’re not sure how he maneuvers it, but he’s got you in his arms before you can even blink, and the look he sends you tells you not to complain or even question it. He’s not even out of breath -- all things considered -- and when you glance in the direction he’s heading, your eyes widen.

“You have got to be joking…” You squirm in his arms as he sets you down on the table used for almost every meeting, and the mere thought of defiling it forever makes you squeeze your legs together shyly.

But, Clint is quick to spread them, all with a cocky grin and a far too confident tone.

“I don’t know about you…” He begins, as his fingers trail up your thigh. “But I think we could reach ten thousand by midnight.”

If you distantly hear FRIDAY warn adamantly against it -- neither of you mention it.

“Better get started then, Barton.”

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[belit0]

Caught in the Act

sharinganslut

can you like have madara ruining your shit and tobirama and hashirama come in and catch you (female reader) thank you i’m just a slut😀 and fuck anon i want people to know i’m horny

We are all horny ppl when it comes to the Uchiha. I fucking support you a lot, I’m like that but with Indra

Rating: E

Pairing: [Uchiha Madara / Fem Reader]

Additional Characters: [Senju Hashirama] [Senju Tobirama]

Tw: Domination, Degrading, Roughness, Some Praising

“Tell me why do I have to be here when this is a favor requested of you?

"Because if I have to suffer Hashirama’s lack of intellect, you as my lover will too. Now find that man’s fucking coat so he can stop bothering me.”

It’s nothing new to witness the leader of the Senju lose and forget his Hokage dressing gown, but it’s something that always causes great annoyance to the leader of the Uchiha. Outraged at his old friend’s lack of responsibility, when Hashirama asks him to help find it for him, Madara only avoids exploding in the air because he knows it’s a good excuse to spend time with you and not working.

“I could be taking a nap at home… Or having some sweet jasmine tea while thinking about the beautiful face you make when you get angry… Maybe even eating something while I remember your muscles on me and- ”

“You’re walking on thin ice, [Y/N]. Shut up and look.”

With a tense posture, Madara passed by you, heading to check out the different rooms of his best friend’s house. Imitating his action, you took a different route from him, and searched the other end of the big building.

Sliding the door of Hashirama’s main room, you hit the target first. On the large two-person bed, stretched out, red and immaculate, lay that piece of cloth that gave reason to your lover’s grumpiness.

Entering the bedroom, you slid your hand over the material, feeling the softness in your fingertips. A mischievous urge attacked your mind, and a great idea to provoke Madara suddenly struck you.

Quickly, to prevent him from catching you in the act, you put on the Hokage garment, which was considerably large. Hashirama was monstrously tall, so the cloth touched the floor and dragged over it when you slid it over your shoulders.

Laughing weakly, you looked at yourself in the mirror on one of the walls, and found that the cloth was not at all flattering in your form. Even more tempted, you tried to keep your composure, and prepared for the stampede that would come upon you in a minute.

“Dear! I found it! But there’s something wrong with it, hurry up up and come have a look!”

After a second, you heard Madara’s footsteps approaching the room where you were, and the anticipation in your chest began to grow. Suddenly, you regretted your stupid joke a little. Walking down the corridor, you heard him talking, without even reaching the door.

“What do you mean by something wrong? If you did something to that damn piece of trash I swear that-”

Posing, you surprised him with a… great… idea. With both arms in the air and over your head, you put on the best smile of satisfaction that your features could have had at his reaction, and despite the growing anxiety in your stomach about his glance, you rejoiced for a second in the situation.

Yes, one second.

From the door frame, the Uchiha was paralyzed by the image you offered to him. His eyes had quickly changed from a deep black colour to a bright red, with an unnerving dancing pattern in them, characteristic of Mangekyōu.

His shoulders were stiff in their stance, his chest was forced up and down by clearly strained breathing, his biceps were increasingly inflated with every second that passed thanks to the two fists he held tightly on either side of his body.

His hair began to bristle, and the tension in the air became extremely heavy. Not brave enough to speak or look him in the eye, you put your hands together in front of your legs, bent your shoulders and your head. Reducing your size as much as possible, as if trying to make yourself invisible to Madara’s terrifying gaze, you waited for the inevitable.

With the voice that made your blood run cold and your hair stand on end, he spoke, intimidating from across the room.

“What… are you… doing… with… that…”

“I-I-”

A grunt erupted from his chest, deep and serious, animalistic, making you exult when it hit your ears. Without courage, you continued to stare at the ground.

“That… belongs… to him.”

You nodded, hoping that your good behavior would calm the beast in front of you.

“You… are… not… his…”

Another nod.

“So, tell me… WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT?”

“I-IM S-SORRY-Y”

“Look at me.”

Trembling and in your reduced form, you raised your head reluctantly, staring at those terrifying red orbs. Suddenly, all you wanted to do was take off that dressing gown once and for all, show Madara that it was a foolish mistake.

“Who is your owner?”

“Madara-Sama.”

You said it without hesitation, quickly after his question, which generated a slight smile of satisfaction on the Uchiha’s face. Crossing his arms over his chest and looking at you over his nose, he continued.

“Are you mine, or are you his [Y/N]?

"I am all yours Madara-Sama.”

“Kneel before me.”

“Look what a pathetic bitch you are, dressed in that shit, taking my orders without a problem… Tell me [Y/N] Why should I fuck you right now?”

Knowing your man’s habits, you answered.

“Because I’m a stupid little whore who needs your cock right here, right now. Please Madara-Sama, don’t deny it to me, I need you inside my tight pussy.

"Oh well, really? If my slut is so desperate for my dick, you leave me no choice but to give you what you ask for.”

“Please sir.”

“Come here.”

On all fours, knowing what turns him on, you crawled to his feet, where you sat back on your knees and looked at him from below.

“Use your filthy little mouth.”

Obeying his orders, you rose to the height of his hips. Biting the waist of his trousers, you captured the cloth between your teeth, and with experience you lowered it strongly to his ankles.

“What a talented little pup, an expert in doing everything without hands… Go on”

Smiling slightly at his compliment, you repeated the action, but in his underwear, revealing a semi-erect limb, which promised to harden with little effort.

“No hands, or I’ll have to take them off.”

Faced with Madara’s threat, you understood that it was better to stick to his rule than to challenge him, and you introduced his penis into your mouth, maneuvering your head at a strange angle.

Working at a steady pace, his member became rigid in a matter of a couple humid strokes and your task became easier. Moaning at the situation generated by a foolish prank, you devoured your man’s cock with hunger.

After a few minutes in the same rhythm, Madara needed a speed boost, and he grabbed your hair. Combing it into his grip while breathing heavily thanks to your supplies, he held it with one of his big hands, forming a ponytail. With the new security of the hairstyle, he was able to use your hair as a handle to press your head harder against his length. As your nose hit his pelvis and your throat begged for a break, you placed both hands on his thighs, trying to free yourself from his hold.

At that moment, he stopped all activity dead on, but did not allow you to free your mouth. Even with his limb inside your moist cavity, he moved away from you a little to stop the pressure at the bottom of your throat, and spoke.

“I said without hands [Y/N]… Did your hunger for my dick cloud your mind? No problem, I told you that I would take care of it if necessary.”

Without further ado, he took your wrists and held them above your head, fully stretching your arms. Releasing your hair, he gave you the freedom to move as you wished, but now your upper limbs were minutes away from losing circulation and falling asleep, which was a big pain in the ass.

Because that’s what Madara is really like, a big, big pain in the ass.

Taking up your task, you put your best effort to make him cum just with your mouth. Moaning over his member, your pussy was dripping from him to hear him talk, on the verge of his orgasm.

“Oh [Y/N] don’t you dare stop, keep it up, you beautiful obedient whore. Eat my whole cock like it’s all you need, I want to fill that naughty little slut’s mouth with all my cum”.

“Agh… -gasp- [Y/N] -gasp- I’m… I’m…”

A shot of hot liquid hit the bottom of your throat, while you felt his limb throbbing inside your cavity. Swallowing everything he had to offer, you dutifully waited for his release to end.

“What a good puppy… I think you’ve earned the benefit of being rewarded. Take it all off.”

With a broad smile coming from his compliments, you did what he asked, standing completely naked in front of him.

“Put Hashirama’s coat back on.”

Without wanting to contradict him and make him angry again, you took the garment from the floor and dressed it on your naked body, looking at him with curious and expectant eyes.

“In bed, lying on your stomach.”

Putting yourself in the right position, you waited.

“Show me that beautiful ass of mine, rise it up.”

Following his demand, and with your stomach still leaning on the bed, you positioned your legs over your knees, providing an easy entrance for Madara. What you did not expect, is that the Uchiha would continue with his jealousy whim.

Taking Hashirama’s gown in both hands, he tore a hole where your cunt was, accessing it through the fabric instead of removing it from your body.

“MADARA! WE ARE SUPPOSED TO TAKE THIS TO HASHIR- ”

Two fingers were inserted mercilessly inside you without warning, moving towards a specific point that made you moan suddenly.

“You will not say another man’s name when you are giving yourself to me you naughty whore.”

An overpowering spanking hit your skin covered by cloth, making your whole being vibrate.

“Tell me [Y/N], tell me whose pussy is this.”

“…M-Mad-dara’s!”

A third finger entered you, moving at an overwhelming frequency. A second spanking hit your buttock before he spoke again.

“You don’t sound very convinced… I’m going to ask you again. Who is the owner of this pathetic little cunt?”

“MADARA-SAMA!”

His tongue attacked your slit for a few long seconds, before inserting his fingers back into you accompanied by more spanking.

“PLEASE MADARA I BEG YOU.”

“What is it [Y/N]? What does my slut want?”

“I NEED YOUR COCK INSIDE ME, DON’T TEASE ME ANYMORE, PLEAHHHG… -gasp-”

He got into you firmly, using your fluids as sufficient lubrication to slide in. Hashirama’s coat soon found itself soaked in the body liquids flowing from the union between the two bodies, with the hole in the fabric being the main factor in allowing penetration.

Lost in the pleasure of both, drowning in moaning and heat, neither of you noticed when the front door opened and closed, when footsteps sounded down the hall, or when two pairs of curious and surprised eyes stopped to look at the scene unfolding before them.

“M-Madara?”

The Uchiha slammed on the brakes, being able to recognize that voice anywhere. Not coming out of you, he faced the gaze of Hashirama and Tobirama.

Understanding the situation, you refused to face those men, and hid your face in your arms and the leftover cloth, holding your eyes and hoping that the shame would soon be over.

“This… well…"

Without noticing it, his pelvis moved involuntarily towards you, hitting a spot with his member just inside you and making you moan in front of the two brothers.

Tobirama blushed completely, coughing uncomfortably and looking away, while Hashirama seemed not to care at all.

"Is that my dressing gown?

"Yes… we found it…”

“Oh well… oh well… I’ll send you the ticket later… Shall we go Tobi?”

“But brother! They are using your bed, they broke your clothes, they desecrate your room! You should say something to that damn Uchiha instead of…”

A growl of fury escaped from inside Madara, who was still inside you, when Hashirama interrupted before a fight broke out.

“Now, now, Tobi, you’ll understand when you stop being a virgin… come on, there’s a new tea shop I’m really dying to try!”

“HASHIRAMA!”

The front door soon opened and closed again, and at the same time, Madara took his overwhelming step over you, thanking his beautiful friendship with Hashi from the heart.

[tomdiddlyumptious]

Tom Holland x black reader getting caught fucking in his childhood bed and his parents making reader and Tom talk about it in a family meeting 💀💀

Oop-

Summary: que?

Warnings: smut and an awkward situation. Cringy smut of course, yelling ar new borns- LaNgUaGe

T.H| I’m Sorry You Said What?

You and tom rode in the car, bumping to something random on the radio as you both made your way back to his old home. Youve been there before but it was nice to come back after a while.

“Y/n?” “What?” You asked looking at him. “I love you” “ewwwww” you stuck out your tongue, he rolled his eyes and smacked his lips while you giggled.

“Im sorryyyyyy” “no your rude” tom shook his head unbuckling himself. “It was a simple joke! Its not my fault you couldnt take it!” He glared at you “you suck” “you swallow” “you choke” “i- i do” you admit making him laugh “ i wont lie” you shrugged and hopped out the car, closing the door behind you.

You both walked to the door and he held on your waist pressing a kiss to your forehead. He knocked and was met immediately with his father with a bib on. “Whats the bib for?” “Im trying to online teach kids how to eat neatly” “they must be newborns for that-“ you bud in.

“Exactly- its to mad in there” “they dont even know theyre moving how do you expect them to know how to raise a fork” nikki asked making you all laugh as dom shrugged but opened the door more inviting you both in. Tom stepped in after you both and you shared hugs before he pulled you into his room. “Thomas is this your room?” “Yes” “why is there a one direction poster?” “I love Niall Horan” he shrugged and shut the door.

Your eyebrows furrowed at him in confusion “I would take you as more of a zayn fan” “well there goes something new, and I know about your obsession with Harry styles already, do NOT rub it in” he demanded making you giggle, you took off your shoes and laid in his bed, which was comfy, not firm like yours used to be, but as long as you had a roof over your head everything was goddamn fine🙄.

Thomas decided to lay down next to you and you still looked around “I’m supprised you don’t have twilight in here” you giggled “shut up” he chuckled and laid his head in your breast, you played with his hair and tugged it a bit making him let out a small groan “Thomas don’t-“ “you tugged my hair!” “This is your childhood room for heaven sakes” “let’s make more memories then!” He suggested. “You get on my nerves’ you smacked your lips as he reached up to kiss your neck and slowly make his way to your sweet spot. “I want youuuu” he sung.

“But I dontttt” “yes you doooo” “okay maybeeee” “I’m gonna take off your clothessss” “go aheadddd”you moaned a little bit from his nibble on your sweet spot as he trailed his hands down your stomach giving you goosebumps. Your turned your head to meet his lips, “did I ever tell you how amazing you look today?” “No”

“Well-“ he cut himself off, you just love to ruin the mood all the time. “Ay don’t blame me if anything you did because were in your childhood bed right now” “I’m gonna fuck you and that’ll make you be quiet, won’t it?” You just sighed at his words, but letting the blood flow south.

“Actually it won’t, I’d make you scream and let everyone hear- (this is your family for heaven sakes😭)” he mumbled, playing with the hem of your underwear and you let out a low moan. “Yeah i know youd like that, naughty girl (😭😭 i cant)”

He gently rubbed your pearl over your paintes while you unbuckled his pants, palming him through his jeans feeling his hard. He let out a groan and pressed harder on your clit making you whine and buck your hips onto his hands.

“AH” you both jumped and looked at the door seeing it was still shut you sighed in relief. “NO NO WHAT ARE YOU DOING? STOP THE FORK DOESNT GO ALL THE WAY DOWN YOUR THROAT! STOP IT RIGHT NOW- IM TELLING YOUR MOM- WHAT WHAT- DONT CRY PLEASE STOP ILL GET IN SO MUCH TROUBLE”

Tom groaned by the buzzkill of his father, but let out laughs in your neck. “Just make it quick tom” you whispered against his forehead kissing it, he nodded and got up, walking to the door and you stood to, taking off your pants while he made sure it was locked, when he looked back he saw you struggling and tripping over your shoes making him chucke before walking over and making yiu stand straight, right before pinning you to the wall.

He took your hands and yanked them over your head making you clench your legs together. “Open up” he demaned softly, putting his knee in between your legs and opening them before looking at you. “Your so beautiful baby girl” he kissed you, biting your lip. “Dont move your hands? Hear me?”

“But it will start to hurt” you pleaded but he only tsked at you and told you to follow his orders before pulling down his pants and boxers a bit to pull himself out, you both still had clothes on, well you didnt have your jeans on (which is so fuckin unfair) and your shoes but he kept his on.

He took his hands and pressed his chest against your to keep you in place before he lifted your legs around his hips and used a single hand to pull your panties to the side. He spit in the tip of his fingers before runnjng them through your folds “oh- your already soaked” he said before coning cocky “i didnt even do anything yet” “please fuck me already” you begged and he smiled, watching as he slipped himself in, a moan leaving both of your lips.

He started to fill himself in you while you struggled to keep your hands in place. He groaned pumping in you, fucking you against the wall, he hooked his hands under your knees and pushed them closer to the walls to open you up. “Fuck tommy” you gasped, your head leaning back against the wall and he took the chance to lick and suck on your sweet spot, to hot in the moment to remember where he is.

“Fuck y/n your so tight- shit-“ he felt you clench, he started to harder but slow, the sound bouncing off the wall as you swallowed your moans. “Shit- tommy” your back arched off the wall, your arms to tired and heavy so they went around his shoulders and your head in his neck. “You tired baby?“

“UMMMMM” nikki said, both of your heads whipping around. “MOM-“ she slammed the door closed before anything else could happen.

“Dinner is in 15 minutes- uhhhh dont be late. Make sure to clean up” she said leaning up against the door “and please dont ya know-“ she nervously chuckled “finish” “IT WASNT LIKE THAT I SWEAR”

“Thomas it’s obvious” you glared at him, when he pulled out of you a sigh left your lips. “I swear i locked the door” he said putting himself back, watching you as you got yourself together. “Does it really matter now?” He only shrugged in response.

Toms cheeks were scarlet while you tried to get yourself to stop shaking so much. “It cant be that bad, right?” You held onto his arm for strength. “I mean it should all be fine cuz like- they did it to have me!” “Yeahyeahyeah” you nodded, kinda getting confident. “Lets just go” you pulled his arm to the dinning room, meeting a pair of 2 eyes starring at you both.

You all just sat there in silence, all of your movements halt as you made eye contact with nikki and tom made eye contact with his dad. “Dont be shy now, its only dinner” nikki said, placing the plates infront of the seat.

You looked at tom and he did a small nod walking right behind you to sit in the seats right next to each other.

“If you couldnt already tell we are having- erm spaghetti” she smiled trying to ease the tension but it was to thick.

After everyone took a couple bites you sipped the water. “Would you care to explain what happened-“ you choked on the water at doms words, the water shooting out of your nose while everyone looked at you. “I drank it to fast- haha” you faked a laugh, cleaning yourself up with the napkin.

“I didnt know you could do that....” tom said before looking at his dad. “We uhhh had ya know” tom looked away, feeling his ears start to burn up. “Ya know???” Nikki comments.

“You knowwwww like uhmmm” “clearly child” dom said glarring at him. “Who had the idea?” “I think we both know who”

You lifted your arms up in defense “it wasnt me” tom smaced his lips at you and you looked at him shrugging “it wasnt!” “You told me to make it quick!-“

“THOMAS” “whaaaat?! Its true!” “You still started it!”

Nikki and don watched the fued between as you to continued to complain and fight. “You were clearly being to loud thats why we got caught!-“

“Actually i heard thuds against the wall soooo” nikki spaced off as you glarred at him. “Who was making to much noise?” You lifted an eyebrow before he rolled his eyes and turned his chair a bit to not look at you.

“Did you use protection?” Dom asked. “Uhhh no” tom said. “Why not?” Nikki butted in. He only shrugged. “You need to use protection” “no we dont”

Nikki tapped behind her ear “what did you say?” “We will use protection” tom changed his mind. “Aha and how did you get that mark on your neck” nikki turned to you.

“I-uh burned my neck with the curling iron!” “Your hair isnt in curls” you bit your lip at her words “yeah welp i gave up after and dumped my hair in water” dom tried to read toms face and body language “it looks like a bruise, how high was the temperature?” Nikki asked, slightly concerned. “I have no idea”

“Just- why here?” Tom starred at nikki “i dont know i was just caught in the moment~” “dont you only say that when your a virgin doing it-“ “y/n we are supposed to be a team!” “Im just saying!”

“Before you both argue again.....” nikki said stopping the pot from boiling. “I just want to say that i hope your both happy and no longer sexually aroused”

“Nikki!” “What?! I have to say that Dominic!” “No you didnt, but if you dont mind i have to be leaving now, i have to teach the babies how to read” dom stood and took his plate to the kitchen, soon everyone done with their meal as you sat in silence washing dishes with nikki.

“Are you planning on making me a grandma?” She whispered, handing you the wet dish. “No not really” you sighef, drying the dish. “That sucks” “yep”

“But like why not!” “Toms busy with work and all do i dont want him to feel to responsible” “i have to agree on that one, barely wants to wipe his ass” “nikki!” You whisper yelled as she giggled, passing you anothet plate as you put the old one back.

“I know how it feels- dom cant keep his hands off of me” she winked as your eyes widened at her. “What! Im old not dead y/n” “you are not old nikki and plus i dont wanna know that!” “Hey im just letting you know” she shrugged.

“Dad she isnt pregnant and wont be anytime soon” “just bring me the babies! I will teach them how to cook, clean, eat-“ “thats our job dad”

“Well its better then these babies- WHO WONT STOP CHEWING ON THE BOOK-“

“WAAAAAAA”

“OH GOD PLEASE STOP CRYINGGG BLOODY HELL” dom said, snatching the ipad. “But please dont have sex in my house, thomas” dom glared at him while tom aggressively nodded his head.

“S-seth”

“THATS A NO NO WORD- STOP SAYING THAT” dom yelled again, stressing himself out. “WHY ARE YOU EVEN DOING IT IN THE FIRST PLACE?” Nikki yelled from the kitchen, walking infront of you into the livingroom.

“BECAUSE THESE BABIES ARE GONNA BE VERY SMART- IF THEY COULD FECKING LISTON (i did that on purpose)”

“f-fe-“

“Dont you even” he pointed at the new born through the ipad.

“Seth!”

“DOMINIC!”

[joy1579]

the RFA bois react to empath MC

so in this context im gonna say MC is an empath in that she can feel other peoples emotions. they feel separate from hers though as she’s had a lot of time to learn to compartmentalize her emotions separate from others. she can also promote emotions to other people but not force them. think of it like the difference between being near a small campfire and wrapped up in a blanket in you house. if your feeling sad she can help you feel a little better help you not slip too far into depression but she cant solve the problem. if your surrounds by cold sadness she can be a small campfire to warm up next to until you have enough strength to make it home. some people can tell the difference between her promoted feelings and their genuine ones but its difficult and often takes a lot of practice.

I might add jaehee and Saeran a bit later. if you guys want me to leave a comment. otherwise i’ll probably move on to my next project.

oh and master list

Jumin

Curious, defensive, once he accepts it he’s thankful that you can understand his feelings so easily

-        He doesn’t believe you at first. At least he says he doesn’t but you can feel his curiosity

-        You tell him to ask any questions he has and he does

-        “Can you make people feel something?” Sorta but not really, I can promote or encourage feelings but not force them

-        “Can you tell when people lie to you?” it depends on why their lying. I can fell maliciousness and that can tell me if their lying.

-        “Have you ever used this power on me?” You can feel the anxiety behind that question. He doesn’t want his love for you to be something you created. You don’t have to be an empath or a mind reader to see that concern.

-        I can’t turn off feeling other people’s emotions that’s how I knew how much you were hurting. “you know that’s not what I’m asking MC”

-        You sigh defeated yes, but it isn’t what you think. I didn’t make you love me; I could never do that. there isn’t a point if those feeling aren’t genuine. I tried to calm you down, make you feel more safe and secure. You were so anxious I couldn’t stand to see you so hurting like that so I tried to encourage peace

-        You could feel him processing that, you watched as his grim and serious face slowly melted into the gentle smile you loved you could feel his warm and soothing love

-        can I show you something? I, I’ve never done this but I want to try to make you feel how I feel about you.so you can understand “you may”

-        you instructed him to breathe deeply. The way he did when he meditated (a hobby he had begun after reading about it in a book about Romanian vampires)

-        it’s easier if your empty and open. A blank slate to receive what I’m projecting are you ready?

-        He nods and you start. You pour every ounce of energy you have into showing him how much you love him the warmth in your face when you catch his eye, the tingles in your fingertips when he kisses you, the giddy bubbliness in your heart when he makes those silly dry jokes of his and last the hunger in your blood when he smirks at you.

-        When you stop sending him your feelings you can feel them mirrored back at you with their signature Jumin charm.

-        His face may not burn but he’s never found it difficult to fight a smile before he met you, his fingers may not tingle but they twitch with the need to hold you, and he feels that same giddy bubbliness when you laugh at his jokes, last but certainly not least you feel the aching need for you when you glance at him slyly

-        You laugh at the cosmic ridiculousness of it all, you two felt so similar yet so different two sides of the same coin.

-        You wouldn’t have it any other way

 Yoosung

Embarrassed, thinks you can mind read, tries to not think anything naughty thinks EVERYTHING naughty

-        When you tell him he turns bright red and you almost choke on the embarrassment he’s feeling

-        Why is he so embarrassed though? you don’t get it feelings aren’t embarrassing

-        “so you um you know all my thoughts?” oh okay now you get it he doesn’t understand

-        No I can’t read your thoughts I just feel your emotions, like if your happy I can feel your happiness or if your sad I can feel that sadness

-        “so um can you feel if I feel um like nope never mind no its nothing I’m going to go study”

-        Now you’re curious so while he’s studying your focused on him searching for something anything beyond the pure embarrassment he’s feeling

-        Slowly you can feel a small piece of his emotion a wavering flickering determination to hide something

-        You don’t approve of spying. But he was acting so strange you were worried. So you watched him for the rest of the evening as you scampered around doing everything in his power to stay busy and avoid you

-        You can’t keep avoiding me forever Yoosung what are you so afraid ill feel that I haven’t felt already

-        That’s when he locks eyes with you and you can feel his need ;) at the same time that his face flushes a near impossible shade of red

-        “MC can you feel when I have naughty thoughts?” He blurts clearly a little panicked

-        You can’t help but giggle because you can feel his nervousness under laden by the obvious thoughts he’s been trying not to think

-        Only when you think about them really hard *you wiggle your eyebrows at him*

-        And now you’ve broken him he’s a puddle of embarrassment on the floor you should probably stop teasing him now

-        Yoosung listen if you’re worried about me thinking your weird, or not feeling the same way myself. You don’t need to. Honestly most of the time I feel how sincerely you love me, how much you enjoy being with me, how much you cherish me. Every now and then I feel you get a little needy and to be honest, I feel the exact same way. I love you of course I feel that way sometimes.

-        Then his lips are on yours and your drowning in the intensity of his emotion

-        How can such a cute and innocent looking boy feel so, hungry. You have to admit its intoxicating

-        you hold him tight against you and try to make him feel your love the way you feel his love right now

-        you don’t know if it comes through but you figure you probably have the rest of your life to keep trying.

-        At least if the devotion and love you feel from him is really as strong as it feels

-        You know better than anyone that feelings can change in the blink of an eye

-        But you have no intention of letting this go

Saeyoung

skeptical at first, he jokes about conspiracies and magic because they seem so far fetched to me so you’ll have to prove yourself.

-        when she tells him he doesn’t believe you

-        “prove it what am feeling right now” he said teasingly

-        Skeptical? You replied blandly it didn’t take an empath to figure that one out

-        Saeyoung laughed at that and you couldn’t help the bloom off love in your heart

-        “okay that wasn’t a good example” he joked “how about this what’s Saeran feeling”

-        “emotionally exhausted, a little depressed, but mostly apathetically curious

-        ... it’s the best he’s felt in a while to be honest but it’s getting better” you said solemnly

-        You felt his heart sink the all too familiar weight of guilt he carried quickly pushed aside to focus on more pleasant things

-        “that would have been a better example if I could fact check it but it seems right” he said with a glance to his brother lost at the computer in the corner of the room

-        I can try to affect your mood would that prove it? You offered

-        He brightened instantly at that “oh yeah! that’s a good idea bet you can’t scare me”

-        “I can’t force emotions but I can promote them so let’s try it out. First it’s easier if you clear your mind and start with a blank slate” you instructed

-        “my minds always a blank slate” he quipped giving you his signature goofy grin

-        you couldn’t help but laugh for a moment and you felt his pride swell at your giggling

-        after a moment you calm yourself down and begin to focus on proving your point

-        suddenly he’s stiff and trembling in front of you

-        “I don’t like that” he whispered stopping you immediately

-        “I’m sorry did I push too hard” you fretted

-        “I, don’t, I believe you just don’t do that again”

-        “of course I’m sorry” you promised worriedly

-        “I haven’t felt like that since, never mind I just don’t like it”

-        “here let me try something else something better”

-        This time you sent warmth, comfort and love. the feeling of stepping inside your warm home on a cold winter day. you can feel him beginning to relax into it and you hope this makes up for your earlier faux pas

-        “I recognize that feeling you’ve done this for me before”

-        you caught me I did this a lot when you were with me at Rikas place I didn’t like you feeling bad so I tried to help usually the calls helped with they didn’t I did this

-        he pulls you into his arms and hugs you tight you can feel his adoration and gratefulness

-        “you’ve been helping me since the beginning. thank you”

 zen

instant belief (because he has psychic dreams after all) probably falls more in love with you because you can completely understand his feelings

-        now he knows why you believed him about his psychic dreams so wholeheartedly with no hesitation

-        no one had ever believed him so quickly and honestly it meant so much that you had trusted him

-        then his eye’s glint and he asks if you can feel what characters are supposed to be feeling

-        you almost laugh at that but he’s serious

-        he thinks about how helpful that would be for his career, how easy it would make character analysis

-        you almost wish you could when you see how passionate and ambitious he is

-        but you shake your head and explain

-        “I have to be with the person”

-        He nods at that but you can feel his confusion grow mixed with curiosity so you continue

-        “and if there’s multiple people I have to work harder to focus on just the person I want to read.”

-        it’s in this moment that clarity dawns on Zen’s face you were so good at isolating people’s problems focusing on exactly who you needed to. the reason you were always so focused on him and his feelings was because you worked at it. You had practice.

-        You could feel his admiration though you weren’t sure what thoughts a brought it you had started talking and now it felt like you couldn’t stop you had never told anyone about how your power felt and now it was pouring out of you

-        “It’s like being in a crowded room and trying to isolate one person’s voice from all the others. it can be overwhelming because people don’t have inside emotions like they have inside voices. when something exciting happens in a movie, sometimes it feels like the whole theater is screaming.

-        “that’s why you hadn’t heard of me before we met. You avoided the theater because it was to emotional?”

-        “I couldn’t get into the story because the actors never felt genuine and I got a headache from all the people in the crowd it was easier to watch things at home where I couldn’t read people so easily”

-        “but you come see my plays now?”

-        You blushed at that averting your eyes “your acting is different. You actually feel the part. You make it easy for even me to believe you. if it’s you, I think it’s worth the headache from the crowd. If it’s you I think I understand how the crowd can get so worked up.”

-        He lunged at you and in a flash your back was against the couch as he loomed over you hungry and full of adoration he leaned down to whisper in your ear

-        “can you tell how I feel right now?”

-        You shut your eyes tight and nodded face red with embarrassment.

-        “then you must have some idea of how much I love you. still I’d like to prove it, if you’ll let me Jagi”

[nephilimsarchive]

If only you knew (pt.2) | Arthur Fleck x reader smut | NSFW

Summary: Having caught Arthur spying on you, you find the perfect way to deal with the situation.

Note: poor mama fleck had to hear some shit, feedback would be much appreciated as I’m very new to writing, thank u

Warnings: nsfw content under the cut, don’t read if you are under 18, lots of swearing

Word Count: 3370

Read the first part here.

There you were, wet hair framing your angelic face. Arthurs brain went into overdrive, thinking a million things at once but not being able to process one. Should he act surprised at seeing you in nothing but a robe? Or did he look shocked enough as it was? He hoped so desperately that the reason you came here was that you wanted to lend a hairdryer, but the way you held his timid stare made him feel like you saw right through him.

Your eyes mustered him, he looked disheveled. His locks stuck out in some places while a few stray hairs sticked to his forehead. His lips were parted, face flushed. Half of his dress shirt was tucked into his pants, the rest not. A painfully obvious bulge in pants confirmed your thoughts.

You could either handle this properly, or have you fun with it. Arthur just stood there, not knowing what to say. Hell, there was nothing he could possibly say to make this situation better. His face felt as if it was burning at this point, shallow breaths escaping him as he stared the ground before him. He braced himself, waiting for your reaction, for you scream at him or punch him. And he couldn’t blame you if you did. You lifted your hand to move a strand of hair from your face and he flinched, squeezing his eyes shut.

The pity that you felt for him then was inevitable. Of course that didn’t give him the right to spy on you, but knowing how just watching you from afar could bring a man to this state made you feel …powerful. You hadn’t been with someone in a while, being busy with figuring your life out, getting adjusted to university and a new town. Of course you had boyfriends before, but those really were, well, boys. Guys your age, while you often felt you got along better with people who were older than you anyway. And frankly, you were filled with pride by how much this man who barely knew you wanted you, a hint of arousal pooling in your stomach.

When you felt that you had given him the silent treatment long enough, you spoke up. „Can I come in?“ A smile crept across your face, but Arthurs state of motionless shock almost worsened. He couldn’t believe what you just said, furrowing his brows as if he wasn’t sure he heard you right. „Happy“, a voice called, „Who’s there?“ God. How Arthur wished that none of this ever happened. ‚As if it couldn’t get any worse‘, he thought. „I, uh, my mother lives here.“, he stammered, „I’d.. if you, I don’t want her to…“. Admittedly, he was talking utter nonsense, but you understood what he meant to say. „Alright.“, you said, a knowing grin forming on your features. You shouted the next part of your sentence, just loud enough so she could hear  „Hello Ms. Fleck, I’m Y/N, the new neighbor.“, you took a breath, “I’m sorry, but I’m afraid I’ll have to kidnap your son for a few minutes. He promised to help me unpack a few boxes.“

Pleased with your response you turned, walking towards your flat and motioned for Arthur to come with you. He followed reluctantly, guilt written all over his features.

He tried to sort out his thoughts, attempting to smooth out his hair with his hands. What game were you playing? What did you want him to say?

Carefully he closed the door behind him. Apart from a few boxes being stacked in a corner, your flat looked nice and tidy. Judging from your interior, you must’ve earned at least a bit more money than him. Again he couldn’t help but wonder why you even moved here. “Well”, your head turned in his direction, “I don’t know how it looks on your end, but...”, you walked into your bathroom. Fuck. “It’s kind of obvious from here.” You knew. All along.

Nervous footsteps made its way into the room, walls still damp from the warm air. You smirked, not that he would’ve noticed. He looked up slowly and mentally slapped himself. How could he have been so stupid? In the middle of the flawless while tiles over her washing machine it was, a black hole surrounded by several cracks. You leaned over the machine, looking through the hole. You felt his eyes on you as your robe went up your thighs in the process. „I gather that’s your bedroom, then?“, you asked. “I’m.. Yes. I’m so sorry.”, he muttered, „I don’t.. I know I shouldn’t ha…I don’t know what I’m supposed to say.“ Hopeful and worrying eyes were glued to your form. You felt bad for making him go through this for so long, so you turned around and looked him straight in the eyes. „I never said I minded.“

The air grew thick with tension, and it suddenly felt even hotter than it was before. Arthur couldn’t help but to question if any of this was actually happening. Was he hallucinating? „What?“, he asked quietly. „We wanted to get to know each other anyway, didn’t we?“, you returned, a seductive smile on your lips as you slowly, step by step, walked closer to him. Usually, you weren’t one to act this cocky, but you had to how much it would take for him to lose his calm and introverted composure. You stopped right in front of him, noting how he smelled like cigarettes and cheap cologne, and saw the struggle in his eyes. Arthur - for the hundreth time that day - didn’t know how to act. Where you actually saying these things? He tried to keep his composure, but you were close. So very close to him. „It is a little unfair, though. Don’t you think? You got to see all that while I, from here, can barely make out the corner of your bed.“, you bit your lip, your fingers traveling up his arms, over his shoulders to the collar of his shirt, smoothing it gently. He couldn’t believe what you were doing, yet your hands on him felt so real. And so warm, his eyes fluttered closed on their own. In this moment he realized how damn touch starved he was. “I think you owe me.”, you whispered, clasping your hands behind his neck. He let out a shuddering breath. “If this is a joke to you”, he said, his voice sounding deeper than before, “I suggest you stop.”. The way he spoke went straight to your core as you got on your tiptoes to lean close to his ear, pressing your bodies fully together.

“Do you want this?”, you hushed, pulling back just enough to be able to see his face. He studied your expression, searching for any trace of a lie, a hint that you didn’t mean any of what you said. Finding none, he finally answered. “Yes.”

You brushed a strand of hair from his face and he leaned into your touch, your lips barely apart.   “Then take it.”, you barely recognized your voice with how sultry it was. But you didn’t have time to think about it either, as in an instand Arthurs lips were on yours. He had no idea what he was doing, but he wanted to show you that he can make you feel all the things you made him feel. He pressed his lips to yours with more force than he intended to, grabbing your waist to help you stand. His kisses were intense, eager and filled with so much wonder and passion. His left hand made its way to the side of your throat, brushing over your jaw with his thumb. He grazed your lower lip between his teeth, earning a quiet moan from you. Using his chance he explored your mouth with his tongue. A growl escaped him as you ran your nails down his torso, starting to slowly unbutton his shirt. He pulled away then, leaving you gasping for air as you rested your forehead against his. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them you saw the same restraint you had seen before. He was panting, feeling his hardening cock straining his trousers. He was looking for the right words as you waited patiently,  running your thumb over his cheek to reassure him. “I’ve never done this before.”, he commented, barely a pause between his words. Sure, he seemed inexperienced, but you didn’t expect that either. The fact that this surprised you must’ve been evident, as he tried to detangle his arms from you, a defeated expression on his face. “Arthur, wait.”, you took one of his large hands in yours, this time you were the one struggling with words “I’m sorry, I just didn’t think that.. well. The point is, if you want to go on we can. But im grateful that you told me, so I can try to make it as special as it should be.”

“Oh, I don’t think it gets any more noteworthy than it already is.”, he retorted with a grin on his face, finally seeming to relax. You giggled, and Arthur noticed how much he loved to hear you laugh. „Oh, Arthur.“, you said softly, „You have no idea.“.

His eyes took on a darker shade of green as he claimed your lips again. His hands went to your waist on their own, one of his hands sliding down slowly, squeezing your butt. You squeaked, surprised at his sudden boldness. With strength you didn’t know he had, he picked you up and sat you down on the washing machine. His hands never left you for too long, as if he was afraid the moment would end if he stopped touching you.

As you finished unbuttoning his shirt you ran your hands over his bare torso. He was thin, but something about being with a him, a proper man, made him undeniably sexy to you. You pulled him closer, fingers tangling in his soft locks as his lips travelled over your neck. Little whimpers of yours turned to breathy moans as he found that sweet spot between your neck and shoulder. Your moans were the most wonderful and naughty sounds he had ever heard, spurring him on, guiding him. Patience never was one of your virtues, so you took one of his hands, sliding it up to your breast. You both moaned at the feeling of your erect nipple under his thumb, his hips bucking forward. Feeling bold, you palmed him through his trousers, using your other hand to help him slide down his button up. His groans were quiet and shy at first, which only made you determined to hear more of him. He on the other hand felt like he was floating and never coming down, you were doing exactly like he imagined, but so much better.

„Arthur“, you said then, your tone making him pull back to look at you, worry immediately etching itself into his features. „Are you alright? Have I done something wr..“, his sentence ended abruptly as you began pulling on the string that held your bathrobe in place, never once looking away from him.

The soft fabric fell off your shoulder, pooling around your butt. For a split second insecurity got to you, sitting in front of him fully exposed. But as soon as you saw the look in his eyes, all your tentativeness was washed away. His eyes roamed your body freely, licking his lips as he thought of all the things he wants to do to you. He had spend so much time in his life imagining, but now he’ll experience. The look in his eyes was one of pure lust; hungry, almost lethal in the best kind of way. „Fuck, Y/N.“, he growled, „You’re fucking perfect.“. His lips attacked your neck again, finding your spot in a matter of seconds.

God, what he lacked in experience he made up with how fast he learned.

„Arthur, please.“, you cried, grinding yourself against his crotch as much as your position allowed. He pulled back a bit then, letting a hand travel from your neck over your breast, pinching, down your stomach to your thigh. „That’s right, Y/N.“, his voice was husky, shy demeanor faltering as he gained confidence with each of your cries, „I want to hear you scream my name.“, he said, raising his eyebrows ever so slighty, wickedly grinning. He spread your legs with ease, pulling you to the edge of your seat as he crouched down. You felt his hands ghost over your thighs, his warm breath on your core as his lips were inches apart from where you wanted them to be. Turned on wasn’t even a word for how you felt as his attitude changed. „Fuck, please, touch me Arthur.“, you begged. And he smirked, that bastard actually smirked. You couldn’t stay mad for long, though. He lifted your leg over his left shoulder and dove right in, no hesitation holding him back any longer as he gave a long lick along your pussy.

He wanted to, no, needed to please you. He wanted to be sure this is real, and that it’s his work alone. What better way than to make you call out his name as you come undone for him?

You shuddered in delight as he worked out the perfect angle, making you groan with every little touch of his tongue. He savored every moment of this, lapping at your juices, tasting your arousal as it dripped down his chin. „Arthur, this feels so fucking good. Oh!“, you whimpered, face flushed as he looked up at you. He’d never forget the expression in your face in that moment, rosy cheeks, pleading eyes filled with need. Need for him. You were getting close and he knew, feeling it by the way you pulsated around his tongue. Satisfaction raced through him at the thought of making you come for him. You were young, absolutely gorgeous and it was him you desired. He could barely comprehend it, but that wasn’t going to stop him now.

Keeping up the movement on your clit he let his hand slide over your inner thigh, dipping his right index finder into your throbbing entrance. You sighed and shivered, grateful for the way he was holding you in place as you bucked your hips. He picked up a pace, making you lose control. “Ah! Arthur, I’m so close!” You huffed out between little breaths, your moans filling the otherwise silent flat. “Come for me.”, he growled, the vibrations of his voice against your wet cunt sending you off. You squeezed you eyes shut as your head dropped back, his name on your lips like a prayer. Feeling your muscles contract around his finger he groaned, keeping you still as you tried to squirm, working you through your orgasm.

Your legs were still shaking as you opened your eyes again. Arthur came up, looking absolutely delicious. His hair was tousled, lips glistening. In that very moment he just looked so damn kissable. So that’s what you did. You pulled him close, hands around each other. Kissing him was like magic, you tasted yourself on his tongue, which only increased the wetness between your thighs. Squeaking as he scooped you up in his arms, you both couldn’t stop the smiles from breaking out on your faces.

He laid you down on your bed gently, moving a strand of hair from your face with his thumb, his lips finding yours again. Arthur could’ve spent the rest of life like this, being close to you, kissing your soft skin. A hand moving down his body put his thoughts on hold, the sound of his zipper sounding strangely appealing in your presence. He got up, standing right in front of the bed, your legs parted around him. Suddenly he lacked the confidence to uncover his member, self-consciousness rising inside of him. You sat up, scooting to the edge of the mattress, taking his hand to make him look at you. You trailed kisses over his lower abdomen, dragging your fingers over his legs to the waistband of his pants, brushing over his clothed manhood intentionally. „May I?“, you asked.

He nodded, watching as your tongue travelled over your lips as you freed his aching cock. You took him in your hands, caressing and stroking. Arthur made the prettiest of sounds for you. His cock was painfully hard, making you wiggle your hips in anticipation. „Y/N.. Oh..“, fell from his lips. He looked divine in that moment, lips parted, he was absolutely careless as your motions cleared his mind. „Mh, Y/N, I need you.“, he croaked out. You understood, taking his hand and pulling him down with you. Hovering above you his hair fell into his flushed face while he continued holding your hand, pushing your arm down next to your head. Dilated pupils looked into your eyes as he positioned himself at your opening, silently questioning. You gave a reassuring smile and nodded, gazing at him as you felt him push into you slowly. So slowly, it made you tremble and moan. He moved out, and back into you again. Faster this time, making you cry out louder. Again. Your noises incited him, invigorating him to go harder, faster, deeper. Arthur had built up a steady rhythm, leaving little bites on your neck and changing his angle every now and then. He somehow reached that sweet spot inside you, you screaming his name in response. He felt like the luckiest man alive in that moment, chasing his pleasure through yours. Between gasps and pleas  you encouraged him, loving the sensations he brought to you. Your pussy was throbbing, getting closer with every of his thrusts. He was panting, adoring every second of this. „Arthur, you feel so good.“, you cried, getting dangerously close to your release, „Don’t stop, please.“. „Y/N…“, he started, and you knew. He was slowly losing his pace as his orgasm built up, sparks spreading through his lower stomach, begging for release. He looked purely pornographic, brows furrowed and grunting your name. You couldn’t escape the scream that rattled through you as you came for the second time, taking him over the edge with you as your wet slit convulsed around him. He collapsed on top of you, both of you catching your breath for god knows how long.

When he pulled out of you you felt his semen dripping out of you onto the bedsheets, but you couldn’t have cared less. He plopped down onto the bed next to you, silence engulfing you. A relaxed smile played on your lips, but Arthurs thoughts started racing. This whole time he felt as if he had been on autopilot, and now reality came crashing back to him. He realized how absolutely clueless he was, should he stay or should he leave? Did you regret it? Suddenly he questioned everything he had done, feeling much more insecure about laying there, naked and vulnerable. Before he could even find he words to voice what was going on inside his head, you scooted closer to him, stroking his cheek with you thumb, a soft and content expression on your face. He felt calmer, but couldn’t shake his doubts. „I…Did I.. Was that okay?“, he asked, and you laughed. ‚What?‘, he thought, confusion written all over his features. Your laughter softened as you settled for your answer, shaking your head slightly. „Arthur, you were absolutely mind blowing. I seriously have trouble believing that this was the first time you’ve done this.“, you laid your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. He covered the both of you with your blanket, his fingers making their way through your hair, brushing gently. Satisfied with your answer, he felt warmth engulfing him, he felt home. „Really“, you told him „I wouldn’t mind if you helped me with my boxes again sometime.“. His chest rumbled with laughter, the sound music to your eyes. He kissed the top of your head and nodded in agreement, exhaustion getting the better of you two as you started dozing off.

If he had ever felt happiness in his life, it was right there and then.

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[riofann]

Rio Random

You don’t know how long you have been standing there but you watch as their body language speaks for them. You hear some words but you can’t really tell what they are talking about it’s loud at the house. An involuntary sharp breath is taken when you see him push her hair back. 

“Y/N?”  Your head snaps towards the direction of your name “Hey!” Marie a long time acquaintance walks over to you looking cheerful “I haven't seen you in so long” she comments

You force out a smile “Hey Marie! how are you?” you ask leaning into the hug

“I’m good! how are you wow look at you!” she compliments

You smile and look down at yourself “thanks you look good too!”

“We should hang out sometime”

“Yea! Yea text me!” 

“Yea definitely!  I gotta run my boyfriends waiting for me.” She gives you another quick hug “I just wanted to say ‘Hi’” 

“Oh okay”  you don't wait till she walks away before your eyes are trained on them but this time they are looking at you smiling. Trying to play it cool. 

You march towards them and their smiles drop they knew they were caught.  Without a word you start grabbing your things

“Y/N” Krystal calls to you sounding apologetic 

“Excuse me” you say as you push past her and Rio

Rio shoots Krystal a mug pissed that she decided now was the for this conversation. He’s close on your tail as you walk out the door calling your name. 

“Y/N!”  he calls to you 

You spin around so fast he almost runs into you “WHAT?” 

“Its not...”

You don’t want to hear anything he has to say so you cut him off “Why not her huh Rio?” you ask repeating the words Krystal said to him “why not her Rio why Me?” You didn't even know what the context was but you could only imagine and your mind was doing circles trying to make sense of it

He’s calm and puts his hands in his pockets “Its not what it looks like” 

You feel like slapping him its almost like he was un-phased by your emotions “Then what is it? I mean I get it we aren't a couple” you start to gesticulate with your hands  “and this thing doesn't really have a label but”  you scoff “for someone who “didn't know” Krystal you sure don't mind touching her!” 

“Y/N!”  You hear Krystal’s voice approaching you. 

You put your finger up for to stop talking 

“We were just talking” she tries to reason as she approaches you 

“About what?” you ask looking at Rio

They both remain silent, but Krystal keeps looking over at Rio almost as a guidance on how to react or not 

“What?” you pause to catch a breath you were getting riled up  “is this some sick joke between both of you?” 

“No its not....”  she struggles to find the words “Its...uh” 

“So why not her huh Rio i mean what was that all about?”  

“Nothing he was just” she tries answering for him and he scowls at her 

You cut your eyes at her “i didn't ask you so shut the fuck up!” 

You turn to look at Rio and he stands there with an expressionless face. 

You nod understanding that he wasn’t going to respond to you “Perfect!” you say before you walk away. 

It's not like you didn't have an idea about who Rio is or what he does. But for both of them to lie to you and pretend that it was though that they met it each other through you is what you didn't understand. If they knew each other from before why not just admit it? What were they hiding? 

-

Even after he calls you multiple times you refuse to talk to him. Damage control wasn’t really going to work on you. Roughly 2 months pass before you see him again. You were with your Aunt Brenda at the country club near her home accompanying her to a charity event taking place. If you can describe your aunt  she was just like Blanche Devereaux from Golden Girls but don’t get her started on the show, cuz she swore up and down they stole her personality. 

You both sit near the front of the court watching the tennis players play. There were 2 separate events Golf and Tennis and she opted for Tennis because walking around in the summer heat watching golf wasn't something she wanted to do. 

She’s cheerful probably from the mimosas shes had, bubbly and talking to everyone around her. She’s never met a stranger is what you always say, it was partially true. 

You stop breathing and your heart palpitates faster when you watch him walk onto the court.

“Ooh who is that?” Aunt Brenda comments a widow on the prowl she would catch anything that glimmered at her periphery 

You pull your straw hat down a little further and look away and down for the majority of the time he plays. When the games end you're glad hoping to make a beeline for the car. 

“Well that was fun!” she comments

“Yea!” you say as you people watch she had been chatting with friends and you drove her here so it’s not like you could just leave her without her knowing anyway. 

A younger man walk by her, he smiles at her and she fans herself “whoo if i was younger!”

“You're only as old as you feel” you comment looking around you feel paranoid he has to be around the corner I mean you were mingling with the players 

“You're right!...Hey! how about we eat here! Instead of driving across town again?” she suggests when no one else comes up to say hi 

“Uh sure”  you say looking around for the nearest exit

“Come on follow me” 

You both walk inside and you find your way to the eatery 

“Hi Mrs. Richmond how are you?” the hostess greets her with a bright smile  

“I’m good Ashley you look cute today!  Can i get a table for 2?”  

“Thank you! Sure! let me see” 

“Make sure it's somewhere I can see everybody... you know me” she winks 

“Yea!”  Ashley giggles at the inside joke as she looks at the seating chart she picks up two menus “right this way” 

You both follow Ashley to the table by the windows it was great spot you could actually see the whole room. It was kind of full and the tables around you were filled with families  you're thankful because that meant he would have a harder time spotting you, seeing that your back was to the door anyway at least that's what you thought. 

You and Aunt Brenda both look at the menus deciding what would be the best cure for hunger after seating in 90 degree weather for half the morning well into mid afternoon

“I don’t know i’m thinking a crisp salad with fruit will be good but hell i want something savory” she comments 

“Yea i feel the same way” you agree  “the sandwiches sound interesting they could be savory with fries” 

“I’m looking at this salmon”  she looks up at you “Oooh!  someones coming  sit up!” she snaps her fingers at you

You do so out of habit she was always for sitting proper and being dainty, you glance back and  feel your stomach drop it was Rio making his way towards you. You shoot him a half smile and turn to face your aunt bracing yourself for the conversation to come 

“Ladies” he speaks his voice sounding like music to your ears it felt like a long time had passed since you last heard it 

“Oooh hi” she says immediately smitten over his voice she daintily reaches her hand out “how are you I’m Brenda this is my niece...”

He grabs her hand and shakes it rubbing his thumb over it “Y/N”  he turns to face you while finishing her sentence

She looks between you two shocked “You two know each other?”

“Yea Aunt Brenda this is Mr. Rio” 

“Mr. Rio” she giggles “call me Brenda.... WOW!  Y/N!  you naughty thing you didn't tell me that you knew him all that pinning i was doing watching him play” 

You smile” uh i didn't know if it was him really playing” you lie 

You are all quiet for a moment before Brenda interjects “You wanna join us?” 

“Sure if you don't mind” Rio comments looking at you not really caring about Brenda

“Yea its fine!” 

“Y/N move!” she says gesticulating for you to stand up 

“What?”  

“Switch seats”  she explains  wanting you to sit in the seat middle you sigh as you shuffle over to the right Rio pulls out your chair 

“Such a gentleman” Brenda comments and you refrain from rolling your eyes 

“Thanks” 

“So!” she leans over perking her bosom giving all her attention to Rio  “how do you two know each other?” 

You didn't know how to describe your friends with benefits relationship  “We met via a friend” you say 

“Oh okay tell me about yourself Mr. Rio”  she says taking a sip of her water

He smirks leaning back on his seat “you can just call me Rio...what do you want to know Brenda” 

Brenda blushes “well Rio first that tattoo... did it hurt?” she can’t take her eyes off it 

He takes a sip of water and the muscles in his neck only accentuate the tattoo more “A little”  he says flirts back 

“Ooh” she fans hereslf taking a sip of water “i need to find the waiter” she says looking around “he needs to bring another pitcher of water im getting dehydrated here that voice!” 

“OKAY BRENDA!” 

Rio laughs throwing his head back 

“What? that voice that tattoo that face mmmm!”

“BRENDA!” you scold looking at her 

“Wha?”  she looks at you innocently

“Can you” you shake your head don't mind her

“Nah i don't mind at all” he smiles 

Things are quiet again and you and Rio sit staring at each other

“Well i’m gonna go to the bar get us some drinks. Moscow mule for you I know Rio can i get you anything?” 

“Nah ’m good with water thanks” 

“Okay you two behave” 

“Yea”  you say glancing up at her

“Shes fun!” he says chuckling at her looking back and winking at him  

“She’s a trip”  you say shaking your head at her comment “what can I help you with Rio?” you ask cutting to the chase 

“You look good” his voice drops lower 

“Thanks!” you try not to blush  “didn't know you played tennis. Played well” you hope to change the direction of the conversation 

“Thanks. I called you” he points out your lack of answering his calls 

“I know I was busy at the time” 

He nods accepting your excuse “we need to talk” 

“No we don’t.... about what?” 

“I'm sure you got questions for me” 

“You're not gonna tell me the truth anyway, so what's the point?”

“Try me” he challenges leaning forward 

You sigh “no” you were defeated 

“What?” he says noticing the expression on your face 

“Was i just a pawn in your game of chess?.... like you didn't care about me?.....At all?”

He holds a puzzled look “Where’d you get that from?” 

“I” you take a deep breath “nevermind” 

He sees Brenda coming back and stands up “i gotta go call me sometime”

“I don’t even have your number you call me on blocked all the time”

“Check your phone”  he says as he walks away and when you do you have a new message with a simple text of ‘call me’

“Where's he going?” Brenda asks as she approaches the table

“He had to go”  you answer

“Why’d you let him leave?” 

“What was I supposed to hold him down?!” 

“Yes! now i have no eye candy” she says pouting 

“I'm sure you’ll find someone” 

“You're right” She turns to face you and looks at you for awhile before saying “so are you wanna talk about what's going on between you two?”

“Not really” you respond looking down 

“Come on you can tell me I'm your Aunty Brenda” 

You sigh she was right you would often go to her when you had relationship problems and you're actually consider telling her how you got to this point.

-

Even after having his number you still opt to not call him. Every time you get ready to you stop yourself remembering how you both got to this point and figure it's best if you don't even open that can of worms. 

Another month passes before you two run into each other. This time at a dive bar that's kinda how you two met anyway at a bar. 

“So Mike tells me he wants  a threesome for his birthday!”

“What?!”  you say snapping back into the conversation with your best friend Mia

“Yea! that is what i said WTF right?”

You take a sip of your drink “Wow so what are you gonna do?” 

“He can kick rocks unless he wants to find me another man to fuck” 

You both erupt in laughter knowing it would never happen 

You spend the majority of the night talking about life before your bladder is threatening to embarrass you, is when you get up and go to the bathroom. 

“I gotta go pee!” you say jumping from the bar stool 

“Go! Go!”  she shoos you away putting her foot on your stool to save it

You walk hastily across the bar and find the bathroom a mini line with one person in front of you.

When you finally get to pee it feels like heaven on earth. And feel like you can finally breathe. It was such a relaxing feeling to pee when you had been drinking. 

There's a knock on the door  

“Just a minute!” You say loudly hoping they can hear you through the loud music 

You finish your business and go to wash your hands when the person knocks again “GIVE ME A MINUTE!” You scream this time but when the knock happens again you're convinced this person was a true dick and you yank the door ready to have an argument only to see Rio standing on the other side

“Really” you say unamused “excuse me”  you go to walk past him but like true Rio nature he backs you into the bathroom instead locking the door behind him

“What do you want?” you snap 

“Wow no hi” 

“Hi Rio you look good i hope life is treating you well!... what. do. you. want?”

He smirks at your sarcastic tone “You supposed to call me” 

“Yea i didn't want you lying to me anymore” 

He sucks his teeth “how you know i was gon’ lie” 

“Ummm well lets see I know absolutely nothing about you. Oh besides the fact that you play tennis I’m sure your name isn't even Rio. You and Krystal have or had something going on that involved me and unbeknownst to me you were both playing me like a fiddle!” 

He chuckles

“Is this funny to you”

“Yea kinda” he says stepping closer to you 

You scoff “of course” you go to walk away from him but he steps in your way 

“Nah I’m not done talking” he looks down at you 

“What do you want to talk about?” you separate yourself from him, you couldn’t be around him, the cologne the voice, 

He says nothing and just looks at you

“You wanna tell me it comes with the territory and i should know these things by now? I do i also know you probably have 10 other girls waiting for you to call so it's not a big deal I’m not a big deal I don't see why you're insisting on resolving things with me!” 

Truth be told he did try to get over you and move on but he found himself thinking about you more often than not

“Krystal isn't who you think she is” 

“And you choose now to tell me that? I kinda figured when you two were looking like exes at the party” 

He takes in a deep breath and watches you

“ Do you know what it's like Rio. I’m completely exposed to you. You know everything! Everything! the good things, the bad things, things I will take to the grave with me things that I don't even want my parents to know about and majority of it i told you, the others you have your “connections” yet I don't even know your name. And then you and Krystal have something going on I don't know what. I don’t get how I’m tied into all of it.” 

He still says nothing and looks at you expressionless jaws tight

“Are you just gonna stand there and say nothing?” His apathy was really getting to you “........What was i a facade or something” 

“Nah” 

You sigh and throw your head back the liquor getting to you “I can't do this i just”  you reach for the door knob and he backs up against it “can you please” you plead with him, he bits on his lower lip he looks like he’s thinking about what to say next but instead he slowly stands straight, his eyes boring a hole into you as you leave the bathroom 

“Wow that took you long!” Mia comments its been close to 20 minutes 

“Yea i ran into someone”

“Who?”

“That guy” your new nickname for him 

“What?” she said confused  “ohhhh Rio” 

“Yea” you say taking a sip  

“What hes here?” she says looking around

“Yea don't make it obvious”

Her head snaps to face you “Sorry... you okay?” she asks rubbing your arm 

“Yea!” 

“You wanna leave?” she suggests 

“NO! Its our night out forget him!” 

“You sure?” 

“Yup fuck him”  

You both drink and the bar gets full and by now you’ve turned to face the crowd and people watch while talking shit at the same time

“Hey” you hear his voice next to you

“Hi!”  you say looking at him “this is Mia” you introduce her, since they never met before, but they both knew of each other 

He smiles “nice to meet you” 

“Mhmmm Hi Rio” she says as she holds an unamused expression

“Must have heard a lot about me huh?” 

“Some good things” 

He nods “what yall drinking” 

“Knock me downs”

“You want another round?” 

“Yea!” Mia responds for both of you 

“Y/N?” he asks you before lightly grazing his tongue on his bottom lip 

“Sure!” you say adjusting in your seat, its fair to say being around him while you were under the influence was asking a lot of you

“Its packed today!” Mia comments bobbing her head to the music

“Yea its a good night! why aint yall on the dance floor?” 

“You see these?”  Mia says pointing to her shoes “these aren't dancing shoes”

“So you just wanna sit and look cute?” 

“Period” you both say in unison

“Y/N?” 

“Yea” 

“What's your excuse”  

“What she said” you said pointing your thumb backwards to Mia 

“Thanks”  he says speaking to the bartender

“Come dance with me”  he says while motioning his head to the dance floor or rather where people were dancing

“Oh no!” you shake your head vigorously 

“Come on please  just one”  he says with his hand open waiting for you 

“Fine!” you say taking his hand in yours

“I'll save your seat!” 

He has a tight grip on your hand as he pulls you to the middle. He stops turns and faces you the music changes and he pulls you closer to him as you dance to bachata 

“Wow” you’re at a loss of words as you both move on the dance floor  

“What you thought this was?” he flirts 

“I didn't think this” you blush as you both move around the dance floor he holds your hand up so you can twirl for him while he smiles at you. For someone who was apathetic he sure did have moves.He spins you around so that your back is to him and you can't help but squeal as he moves your body along with his sometimes with sudden dips, making you hold onto his arms tighter. You feel his breath on your neck as the tempo changes indicating change of songs. 

With arms wrapped around you tightly you both sway to the music you feel a light kiss on your neck “I missed you” he admits 

You wanna call bs but this was diff he wouldn't even as much as say hi to you in public and now all of a sudden you are at a bar dancing with him 

“You heard me?”  he asks not sure because you didn't react you nod in response and step away so you can turn to face him he pulls you close

He looks deep into your eyes “I'm not lying” 

“Okay”  you say as you continue to sway to the music

“Last call for drinks last call” the DJ announces 

You both step away from each other and look towards the dj booth

When he looks at you again you can't help but blush Rio had a way of communicating with his facial expressions without a word being uttered

“You good?” he asks teasing you

“Yup! Lets go!” you say wanting to get out of the dance floor

“WHOO!”  Mia cheers as you two reach her

“That was cute!” 

“What you getting into after this?”

“Going home”

He smacks his lips “com’on ma” 

“No i think i should go home.” 

He nods respecting your decision

“She needs a date with a Denis she’s been grouchy I have a strong feeling you can fix that” 

He laughs

“Okay time for me to take you home” 

“What?” 

“We are gonna go it was nice seeing you” 

He pushes a strand out of your face and you take in a sharp breath “make sure you text me telling me you reached safe or ima pull up”

“Okay”

[dashhoney25]

SB: three

NATASHA

King's comment about Malcolm really got under my skin. It was inappropriate and childish for him to bring up my past infidelity at a time like this. Yes I'm a little tipsy, and yes I'm horny and just because I haven't had sex with King in 5 days it doesn't mean that I'm cheating... but I did cheat, and I am putting him through it again. I promised King that I'd remain faithful and let him know when I have the urge to step out. We agreed that we'd either break up completely if I couldn't change my ways, or we'd work it out to curb these nasty habits of mine. I was wrong for pursing Adonis in a drunken stupor, just like I was wrong for pursuing Malcolm. The difference between Malcolm and Adonis is the fact that Malcolm and King were friends, they were partners in music. I came in between a friendship and money, but I lied about as if it would just go away. I lied thinking that I could maintain a healthy relationship with King, and still have my side of Malcolm as I pleased. I lied as if there wouldn't be a consequence to my outside activities, as if King hadn't caught onto my distancing. I lied so much to the point that I didn't care if I smelled like Malcolm's cologne. Lying about the visible passion marks on my body only intensified my naughty thoughts of hoping that the marks between my thighs would deliver a rise from King. This fling with Malcolm was a thrill for me, I couldn't hide that I was in the wrong, but I didn't want the high to end. Though the affair ended, the bond between King and Malcolm was broken. Through my lies and inadequacies, King still felt that I was worth all the trouble. Til this day I still pay for ruining our sacred bond, and somehow I feel that things will never truly go back to normal.

As I walked inside the house I found everyone standing around the table taking shots randomly. The door behind me had opened and it was King. He took my hand and walked over to the table with me and announced that we were leaving. King dapped up Dro, Taye and Rich, and I walked over and hugged Audrey. "We'll finish our convo later right?" she questioned. "Of course honey!" I replied. "You get some rest okay?" she encouraged. "I will" I replied. I walked passed Adonis and pulled Mercedes into a hug. "You guys leaving?" she asked. "Yes, thank you for inviting King and I. Your house is gorgeous" I said kindly. "Please come back and stay the night. I'll make sure to get rid of Adonis" Mercedes said jokingly. "Sis you're drunk, how about you and Adonis have a good time tonight, we'll discuss the girls night later" I said pulling away from her. "Fuck him. He's not even paying attention to me right now" Mercedes said. My eyes got wide as I looked around the room and saw Adonis on his phone away from everyone. "Just go talk to him Merc" I encouraged. "Later. Thank you and King for coming, ya'll drive safe" Mercedes urged. "We will" I said. As I walked away I received a text message from an unknown number.

Unknown: Let's meet tomorrow.

Me: Who is this?

Locking my phone, I walked outside to get some air. I received a message from the unknown number and opened my messages. I opened the attachment to find a picture of Adonis and I from the club. In the picture we were really close to each other, we looked boo'd up. I was smirking playfully, while Adonis stuck his tongue out; his dimples showing slightly. We looked like a couple enjoying a night out on the town. I eyed the picture for a moment, not knowing how to respond and confused at who was texting me. I felt guilty standing on Mercedes' property with the possibility that her fiancé could be texting me. I locked my phone and closed my eyes to take a deep breath. Exhaling, I could hear King's voice "You ready to go?" he asked.

"Yeah" I said simply. We walked down to the driveway and got into the car. I put on my seatbelt and leaned against the window to relax. I could feel King's eyes on me from time to time as he drove. King placed his hand on my thigh in a comforting manner, "You okay over there?" he asked. I jumped at his touch and moved my thigh away from his grasp. "I'm fine King" I said coldly. He sighed, "I'm sorry for what I said back there. You know I didn't mean it" King replied apologetically. "How should I know that King? You do have a habit of bringing him up. But I never thought that you'd bring Malcolm up in public!" I replied. "We were alone!" King said. "Anyone could've walked outside! Who knows, someone might've heard us already!" I raised my voice. The car slowed down as we approached a stoplight. "Baby, I said I was sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up" King said. I shook my head, "It's been almost 2 years and you still find a way to bring up my past. You always tell me how we've progressed and that you love me, but yet; whenever you get suspicious you find a way to throw it back in my face. Jermaine I am sorry that I haven't fucked you since I hung out with Alana. I'm sorry that I turned you down this morning, but I tried to make up for it and suggest that we leave early but you wanted to stay." I admitted.

King pulled off and continued to drive, "It's never my intention to bring up the past. I just don't want to go through that shit again aight! I've forgiven you..." "But what! You've forgiven me but what?!" I yelled. "Im still hurt! That shit still haunts me when you come home late at night! I can't just act like you came in between me and someone I called my brother" King continued. I scoffed and sunk down in the seat. "Here we go" I sighed. "So all of this is my fault for wanting to go to Mercedes' house in the first place huh?! I questioned. King pulled into our driveway and turned off the car.

King unbuckled his seatbelt and faced me, "I could say a lot of things, but I can't change what I said today; like I said I'm sorry baby." King caressed my face, I glared at him and felt remorseful. His intuition was right, he was feeling this feeling because he knew deep down that something happened to me on Friday night, he just wasn't sure how to confront me. My eyes locked with King's, he lifted my chin to his and kissed me. His soft lifts put my mind and body at ease, the way his tongue danced with mine I felt butterflies inside. King gripped my thighs and I immediately moved myself to his seat. Straddling King, I placed my arms around his neck and continued to kiss him passionately. King's hands roamed my back, his hands traveled down to my ass and he cupped it. A smile came to King's face as I grinded against him. "Bad gyal, I see you" he let out in his thick Nigerian accent. I giggled and placed kisses all over his cheeks, kissing his neck I began to unbutton his button down. Opening his shirt, I placed kisses all over his chest, sucking on his skin. King groaned lowly. My hands roamed his stomach, admiring his chiseled abs. "Hold up a minute" King said. King flipped the sun visor down and pushed the button on the garage door opener. He turned on the car and slowly moved up the driveway as the garage door opened. "So you don't want anyone to see us?" I questioned joking. "Hell nah, not for what we bout to do. Soon as this garage door comes down, get ya ass in the backseat" he barked. I continued kissing on King as the car pulled into the garage. We were now in total darkness as King turned the car off. Taking the keys out of the ignition, we sat there in silence for a moment. Anticipating for King to yell at me I burst out in laughter. "Get in the backseat like I said" he laughed. As I got up, King slapped my ass as I climbed over the drivers' seat and fell into the backseat.

My laughs were muffled as King hovered me and kissed me slowly. "You know we can go in the house" I said still laughing. King cupped my face and kissed me passionately, lowering himself onto me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and rubbed his back, I couldn't see him but the fabric of his shirt was bothering me. King sat up for a moment and resumed kissing me, when I rubbed his back my nails instantly dug into his skin. Shit he knows what I want even in the dark. As my nails grazed King's back, I felt the fabric of my navy blue jumpsuit slowly coming down. Soft kisses to my neck trailed down to my chest as my ass was cupped by King's hands. A low groan escaped my lips as his skin brushed up against mine, King was onto something and even though we couldn't see each other, he still had me wrapped around his finger. "C'mere" King teased as I felt him pull me onto his lap. He pressed his forehead against mine as he cupped my breasts and hummed against me.

"You know I love you right?" he asked. Straddling King, I moved my panties to the side to let my imagination run wild through the feeling of his shorts. "Of course I know that" I responded. "It won't ever change" King let out before kissing my collarbone. Grinding against him I couldn't help but fumble at his belt. I just knew he would leave hickeys the way he began sucking on my collarbone driving me wild. His pants weren't coming off fast enough and I knew I was leaking on his shorts. King moved his hand to his belt, and his hand grazed against my warm, juicy center. "She ready?" he questioned seductively. "Mhm" I said biting my lip. I lifted my hips and gripped King's shoulders, "Take off your pants Papi" I cooed sensually. Nibbling at King's ear, I could hear the cling of a belt and something falling on the floor. Sucking on King's earlobe, he slightly pulled away and pulled me into a kiss. I could still hear shuffling in the seat, King lowered me back into his lap and I instantly felt his skin against my hips. My wet center rested on his hard member teasing me, "I'm ready" I said lowly gripping him. I proceeded to line myself up to King, "Right there" he said holding my hips. Slowly, I took him into me inch by inch, and the feeling of being filled caused my eyes to water.

"Tight as fuck" King muttered. I held onto King's shoulders and took in the moment, I threw my head back in amazement, he felt so good I didn't want to move, I just wanted him just like this. King pulled me into a kiss and switched positions with me, he placed me in the seat and put my legs on his shoulders as he slid back inside of me roughly. Gasping, I was caught off guard by the thrust and I struggled to keep my legs open. "Fuck" I let out as I held onto King's wrists as he stroked me quickly. "Just like that baby girl" he said flicking my clit. I threw my head back and hit my head on the seat. "Shit!" I groaned painfully. "Let's go inside" I let out. King stroked me a few more times and slowly pulled out of me. He lowered my legs back to the floor and got out of the car. He turned on the light in the garage and came back to the car to get me. I sat there admiring him naked and I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. "Damn" I said biting my lip. "Get out the damn car" King laughed. Getting out, I turned around to get my jumpsuit and underwear out of the car when King picked me up and carried me in the house.

"We can get that shit later. I'm not finished with you" King said as he walked me into the kitchen. He placed me on the island, my legs dangled on the edge. King stood in between my legs and rubbed my thighs. "Damn you're beautiful" I smiled, I caressed King's face and pulled him into a passionate kiss. Moaning against him, I felt his hands prying at my folds. Opening up for him, King slid two fingers inside as he continued to kiss me. The deeper his fingers plunged into me, the more I pulled away from his kisses. King bit at my bottom lip, watching me give into his desires of his fingers. I rolled my hips against him, King moved me further onto the island and I placed my feet flat on the island for stability. Placing my hands onto King's shoulders, I sat up, squatting, and rolled my hips against him as he continued pumping his fingers in and out of me. "Damnit King" I groaned as the tension built inside of me. "Hold that for me" King encouraged "Don't cum just yet" he commanded. I guess King couldn't take me bouncing on him the way I did because he quickly scooped me from the island and took me to bed. King sucked his fingers dry and laid me on the bed and dived in between my thighs.

My body instantly curled at his touch and my hands found their way into his thick head of hair. His warm tongue graced my center generously and I kept my eyes on him, watching him slurp every drop of me. Biting my bottom lip in agony I kept my eyes focused on the ceiling, so much that I cupped my breasts and stared at the ceiling so hard I thought I could see myself. Damn Adonis was a beast for having mirrors above his bed, maybe King and I should invest in one. I closed my eyes and opened my legs wider for King. Coming up for air, King pulled me close to him and caressed my back. I placed kisses all over his neck and chest and ran my fingers through his hair. I pulled him into the bed and decided to please him. I took King down my throat and inhaled deeply to conquer his length. Bobbing up and down, the head of his dick hit the back of my throat. Cupping his balls I kept my mind focused on not gagging. Pulling him from my mouth, I sucked on the sides of his shaft and watched as my spit dredged down his balls. Taking his balls into my mouth I stroked his dick fast, making sure to alternate between his balls and shaft to keep it moist. "Fuuuckkkkk Tasha. Damn girl" King exhaled. I looked up at him innocently and ran my tongue up and down the sides of his dick. I was in love with how he looked at me, more importantly; I loved how I made him feel.

I swirled my tongue around his head before deep throating him. Doing this, I continued to cup his balls and made my way to suck on them alternating between which one I loved the most. "Shit baby girl!" King winced. Smiling, I pulled away and straddled him. I lined myself up with him again and smiled. King looked so relaxed, yet so horny he couldn't contain himself with the stimulation that I had given him. I rolled my hips slowly enjoying the feeling of him inside of me, brushing against my walls. King held my hips and looked in my eyes, "I can't go another 5 days without this" he let out, attempting to hold back his grunt. I sat on my knees and gripped my ankles and proceeded to bounce on his dick, rolling my hips to alter the grip that I had on his member. "Don't let it happen again" I said before kissing him. "Fuck, I promise baby" King breathed.

King gripped me and flipped me over on my back, carrying me to the back of the bed he laid me on a pillow and placed one of my legs on his shoulder and he left my other leg flat. Sliding into me, King stroked me slow and deep. I could hardly describe how good this shit felt, but all I knew was that we had all night and this love making wasn't over.

**

I was lying in bed snuggled up into a pillow when King got out of bed to head to the bathroom. I heard water running and continued to lay in bed. King stood at the threshold of the bathroom door and stared at me. "You tired ma?" he questioned me. I sat up on my elbow and eyed him. "A little bit, I'm out of commission for the next few days" I joked. King peeked into the bathroom and looked back at me, "You gotta get out of that bed in 5 minutes" he said to me. I huffed. "But I don't wanna" I whined. "Trust me, you're gonna like this" he stated. Sighing, I got out of bed and met him at the bathroom door. I wrapped my arms around his waist and gave him a big kiss. "Damn I love you" I said looking in his light brown eyes. "I love you too" King smiled back.

"So why did you want me to get out of bed?" I questioned. King took my hand and walked me inside the bathroom. There was a bubble bath set up for us in our claw-foot tub which contained a few red rose petals. My face lit up and I couldn't stop smiling. King turned off the water and pulled me into a hug. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him, "Kingyyyy! Baby. This is beautiful" I said in awe. "Let's get in" King said taking my hand helping me step in. Once King got in, we settled into the warm bath water. I tied my hair into a high messy bun and rested my back against his chest. I closed my eyes and felt his lips against the side of my face as he held my lower half in his arms. I loved this moment of intimacy with him, the silence was everything and the ambiance was perfect for us two. As I snuggled into King's chest, I felt a sense of comfort and protection in this moment. "Tasha, I've been thinking" King let out. "About what babe?" I asked looking up at him, admiring him upside down from my angle. King leaned down and kissed my pouty lip. "I wanna go all the way with you" he said. I turned around and straddled him. "What do you mean Jermaine?" I asked in all seriousness. "I wanna take that next step with you. I want a family. I wanna have kids with you. We got a house big enough for at least 3 kids." King said with a smile. I blushed, and felt a bit nervous at his revelation. My mouth opened, but no words would come out. King smiled and caressed my shoulder, "I know we agreed to have kids once we're married, but I want you to know that I'm ready for that." King said with the utmost sincerity. The way he looked in my eyes, I knew it; deep down in his heart he felt this deep within his soul. "Natasha, I see myself marrying you. I see you being the mother of my children, and I don't know when, but I want this to happen." King said. Tears filled my eyes as he told me this, I couldn't do anything but wrap my arms around him. "I love you too Jermaine. No matter what, I want to spend the rest of my life with you" I said in a somber tone, trying not to sob. I pulled away from King and he continued to hold me, staring in my eyes. "I don't know when I'll ask, but I will. I want you to know that I'm intentional with my actions and I want this, for real. It's been 4 years, I don't need a lifetime to know that we're meant to be" I pulled King into a deep kiss and held him close to me. Pulling away I breathed into the crook of his neck and just held him. I couldn't help but feel so wrong for everything I had put him through that I wouldn't even know how to repay him for all the years we've been together.

"Jermaine, I'm ready whenever you are. I'm... I'm sorry for everything..." I spoke as a tear ran down my face. "I'm sorry for everything seen, and unseen." I said looking away from him. "I'm not the perfect wife" I said sadly. King caressed my face and wiped my tears, "You don't have to be, and that's why I love you baby." King spoke confidently to me, sealing his statement with a kiss.

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[jimio-nnie]

Hush, baby. [Taehyung x reader]

Word Count: 2.8k+ Rating: NSFW Genre: Smut Warnings: Vaginal Fingering, Dirty Talk, Exhibitionism, Basically a naughty backseat fuck. Pairings: Kim Taehyung x Reader Summary: You’re a new staff at BigHit entertainment and it will be your first time in participating in their photoshoot as a makeup artist. What happened if you got left behind by your seniors and unknowingly ended up sitting in the same van as BTS; more specifically on your celebrity-crush’s laps? It wouldn’t take long until the friction against his crotch peaked your arousal.

You’re helping the other staffs pile in their camera equipment into the back of the staff’s van since you’ve already stuffed your bag pack in the boot earlier before.As a new makeup artist trainee, it was only basic courtesy for you to help out your seniors. 

The staff along with BTS members are going to attend another night photo shoot for their new upcoming album and your heart is leaping with joy and excitement from the thought of working together for the first time with the boys.

“Ah, I forgot another bag I’m supposed to bring…” 

you heard your senior murmured to another staff whilst wiping away the droplets of sweat off his forehead with a sigh. You smiled softly and patted his shoulder gently, knowing he’s tired from carrying the heavy photographing equipment.

“Its alright, oppa. Ill take it for you in a sec!” 

you beamed, flashing him a smile that made some of the other staff laugh along at your senior’s flabbergasted face when he tried to stop you but you’re already skipping your way inside the building.

“Aish.. y/n, that girl is such a help.” he huffed and proceeded on loading in other stuffs into the boot. Meanwhile, you were totally clueless when you’ve reached the staff’s room. 

Smacking your forehead at your own carelessness to not ask your seniors regarding the details of the bag you’re supposed to retrieve, you looked around the room absent-mindedly. It has been fifteen minutes and you could almost hear your heart pounding in your chest as you panicked, besides you didn’t want to slow down everybody and delay the photo shoot.

Just as you’re digging into your pocket for your phone, you heard the doorknob buckled, signing that someone’s about to enter. With a grin on your face, you ran infront of the door, expecting to be greeted by your senior who would tell you off for being slow-- but you know he had a soft spot for your every single time you flash him a smile.

He’d often say that you reminded him of his little sister and a head pat would always follow afterwards, making you hum, pleased of the feeling of acceptance.

To your surprise, the person who peeked into the room was not your senior but one of BTS member. And at that case, it was Taehyung, someone you had a huge crush on--- which actually brought you down to your knees when you first received a letter that your job application has been accepted by BigHit. 

Your mouth gaped open when you saw him because you didn’t expect that would would even meet any of BTS member upfront this close so early.

 “Ah I thought Jimin was hiding in here somewhere. We couldn’t find him and we are already about to take our leave.” he explained before taking a step back and opening the door further to take a better look towards you.

With your mind still blank, you shook your head frantically, signing that Jimin wasn’t indeed in the particular room you’re in.

“Are you a new staff? I’ve never seen you before,” he took a step closer, his taller figure looming over yours. You only managed to nod several times, hands clutching against your chest as if to prevent a cardiac arrest to occur. You could’ve sworn that he can hear your heart violently pounding against your ribcage.

With a low chuckle, he lowered his body so that he could look into your eyes and you felt his index finger gently pushing your chin upwards so that your gaping mouth is closed.

“There, I’m afraid you’d catch flies with that pretty mouth,” He almost whispered and you swooned at the close proximity between the both of you. You weren’t sure whether it was just your imagination and admiration for him exaggerating the whole situation but you could almost feel his warmth breath against your lips.

“T-t-thank you, sir” you stammered, not certain of what you should call him by. Standing tall again, he winked down towards you before replying.

“It’s alright, you can just call me V. And what’s your name?”

  Oh. My. God.

  Hearing his rich, deep chuckle was already enough to send your knees buckling to the floor and you wouldn’t even want to know what would happen if your name slip across his lips.

“Hyuuunnggggg come on! We’re latee!” Jimin’s whine resounded from afar and before you could even tell him your name, Taehyung was dragged away by Jimin and you were sure your heart dropped to the floor.

It was when your phone vibrated that you realized what you came into the staff room for. You took out your phone and panicked when it was your senior who called, immediately picking up and bracing yourself for the scolding.

“Oppa im--” before you could even apologize, he interjected right afterwards.

 “y/n? We already made our way to the shooting site. And I forgot that I already took that bag so I’m reaallyy sorry. I promise I’d treat you to a dinner today!” He explained himself in one breath and a sense of relief filled you after knowing he wasn’t mad at you. But your eyebrows furrowed a few seconds afterwards after digesting his sentence.

“W-what? You’re already on your way there? What about me?” You paced back and forth across the room, not knowing what to do. You couldn’t even take a cab there as your purse was also in the staff’s van.

“It’s alright! We went first without you because the van was packed and there’s no more seat and we also had to set up the place earlier. It’s alright though, ive informed the manager and he said there might be an available seat in the boys’ van.”

Your mouth was left hanging open at the thought of taking the same vehicle as the BTS members and you couldn’t even focus at what your senior was talking about afterwards.

 You were sure your heart just burst.

Making your way out of the building and not wasting any more time, you easily recognize the black van you would be boarding with them.

“Get in,” you heard the BTS manager’s voice as the boys slowly get into the van. As you approached him, he glanced over his shoulder towards you before flashing you a smile.

“I’ve been informed that you’d be joining us today! Please get in too” he put his hand gently on your back, urging your freezing form to enter the van as you’re visibly panicking by the thought of seeing Taehyung again.

“Um.. where am I sitting though--” you mumbled as you scanned the packed van, your body was already halfway in. The manager peeked into the van and scratched his neck nervously, obviously not expecting this situation. He was sure that there would be at least one available space and soon realized that he had miscalculated.

 He didn’t count himself in earlier.

 You still could not believe the situation you’re in, awkwardly sitting on someone’s lap in the very back of the van with equipment and clothes at your side. Going completely stone-like on Taehyung’s lap, you looked over the front row where Hoseok and Jimin were laughing at something Jin had said. 

In front of you, Yoongi had earbuds stuffing his ears and Namjoon was silently talking to Jungkook, probably regarding their upcoming photo shoot. To your realization, everyone was holding something over their laps in the packed vehicle and your face reddened once again at the thought of who you’re sitting on.

“Are you alright back there? This is what happens when our manager rent a van for a last minute schedule.” Jin joked which sent the whole van laughing and you could feel Taehyung’s chest vibrating with a chuckle right behind you.

After a few minutes, you could feel hands on your shoulders, pulling you backwards towards Taehyung’s sturdy chest.

 “I noticed that you’ve been sitting up straight for quite a long time and it must have hurt your back.” He murmured and you looked over your shoulder towards him to see him smiling warmly.

 “S-sorry I must be heavy and this whole situation must have made you uncomfortable--” you rambled but was cut off by him halfway through.

“Hey, hey, its alright. You’re not heavy and all and besides, you’re working hard with the other staffs for us. This is the least I could do.” He hummed and you almost choked at how genuine and considerate he sounded.

You mumbled out a thanks and he only nodded, throwing his gaze out of the window afterwards so you wouldn’t feel too awkward as you leaned back towards him.

“Hang on,” 

the driver warned and before you could even braced yourself for what’s coming next, the van hit a bump on the road, sending your head bumping onto the ceiling. Your bottom that was partially lifted from Taehyung’s lap landed back down right across his crotch.

 The murmurs of amusement for those who were obviously enjoying the ride so far silenced Taehyung’s gasp from behind you as you’re also busy whining to yourself and rubbing over the sore spot on your head which hit the ceiling. 

He shifted a little, looking over towards you discreetly under his long lashes and sighed quietly when he realized that you didn’t notice.

Relaxing back your tensed body, you leaned back against him, repositioning yourself comfortably. What you didn’t realized was that the friction you’ve put against his crotch was sending his blood rushing over that area and he couldn’t act fast enough to muffle his groan.

Thinking that he must have been bothered from the bumpy ride earlier, you apologized to him, trying to twist your body backwards to look at him which sent his head stretching backwards and leaning onto the seat from the pleasure, his throat exposed. The pressure was already too much and your twisting and turning added more to the growing arousal washing over him.

 “I-its alright. W..What’s your name again?” 

He lifted his head to look at you and acted normal, trying to distract himself by making a conversation.

“My name is y/n. Its honestly an honor to meet you.” 

You answered, not missing the piercing look in his eyes as he kept his gaze on you.

“I see, y/n..” He repeated, testing your name on his lips and he couldn’t help that his voice dropped a few octaves lower which abruptly sent your pussy clenching. His deep voice was so close to you, right behind your right ear and he didn’t miss the shudder that ran up your spine.

 Each bump and turns made him squirm more and he tried to focus on something else to avoid thinking about the growing boner in his pants. With every few seconds, he’d look at you nervously to see if you’d noticed and he was sure that by this time it was hard not to.

What he didn’t know was that with each bump, you could feel his hardness rubbed against your core, and even though you tried to control yourself, it was getting you wet. 

You considered adjusting where you was sitting, but was worried it would embarrass him if you let on that you could feel his erection. So instead, you tried to control your bouncing by pressing your hands down on the seatback in front of you.

“There’s a big bump coming upfront.”

the driver warned again, and by reflex, you placed your hands on the ceiling to avoid yourself from lifting up and bumping your head again. As your pushed onto the ceiling, you were unconsciously placing your weight to sink more into Taehyung’s lap.

With your eyes still focusing forward, you could hear his sharp intake of breath and you didn’t expect the words that followed next.

 “Fuck, y/n…” he breathed out almost silently and you were sure he thought you couldn’t hear him.

“J-jimin, how much longer until we arrive there?” His voice resounded past your right ear and you tightened your thighs.

“About an hour I guess” he answered and Taehyung tensed up behind your, his erection prodding against your wetness and you whimpered softly. Namjoon glanced back towards you and murmured, “Just hang in there alright?”

You returned his kind gaze with a small smile and nodded. “Im alright,” you answered and just when he turned his head the other way, Taehyung’s hands slithered over your thighs, resting there in the most sensual way you could’ve ever imagined.

 ‘Ah fuck it’ Taehyung thought to himself, perfectly aware that you must have felt his erection from underneath you already.

“Lean on me.” He breathed on your neck and you quivered on his lap at how it sounded like a command and you quickly obeyed, clamping down on your lips in fear you’d let out a whimper from the friction against your wetness.

He left slow open-mouthed kisses alongside your neck and you were so glad that it was too dark outside for any of the members inside the van to notice. You unconsciously grinded down against him as he gently sucked and nibbled at the skin in between your shoulder and neck, careful not to leave a mark.

“Ah-- mmm stop…” you raised a hand to hold his face still and he roughly grabbed onto the bare flesh of your thigh, your knee-length skirt already hitched up.

 “Stop what?” he whispered into your ear, teasingly blowing hot air into it and leaving a wet strip of saliva along your earshell. His deep voice almost caused you to let out a moan and god, you’ve never wanted someone so badly before.

“Hey, you guys alright back there?” the manager asked and Taehyung was quick to detach his lips off your skin before replying.

“Yeah we’re good. Aren’t we, y/n?” You could feel the smirk in his sentence as he slipped his left hand underneath your skirt, running his index finger tenderly along your clothed wet slit.

With both of your hands desperately clenching the cloth of our skirt into a bunch in order to hold back a moan, you raised your head and realized that everyone was looking your way when you didn’t provide them with an answer.

“Im o-- ah! Okay.. Im alright-” You yelped in between your sentence as Taehyung lazily rubbed a circle against your clit, taking advantage of you in this moment and teasing you.

  That asshole knew what he’s doing.

  “Are you sure?” Jimin, being the kind person he is, was concerned when you let out a soft yelp. Slightly shifting your position as a sign for Taehyung to stop his assault on you, you nodded.

“It was just, my head suddenly hurts from bumping onto the ceiling earlier, thats--” You couldn’t finish your sentence as the ruthless man behind you slipped his hand into your underwear and pinched your clit in between his fingers.

You jolted at his boldness and were relieved that no one realized that you didn’t even get to complete your sentence earlier.

 “Hold your voice, babygirl. If you don’t want to get us in trouble of course..” He growled into your ear as his fingers teased your wetness. Without a warning, he dipped two of his fingers into your entrance before quickly pulling it out and you almost swore at how much of a tease he’s being.

Smearing the wetness enclosing his fingers on the skin of your thigh, he leaned forward and rested his chin on your shoulder to look down to your laps.

Separating his index and middle fingers, he whispered lowly into your right ear which sent you gushing for him.

“See how wet you are? So tight and ready for me..” His voice resounded from his chest as a low grumble, dripping with arousal and lust.

 “Take off your underwear if you wanted this.”

[baekhyuq]

“Déjà vu.” | Baekhyun (m) Teacher!AU |Chapter 3

Title: “Lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off.”

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst (maybe)

Warnings: Smut/Language

Word count: 2.2k

Summary: Your new obsession as of late has been masturbating sessions when your favorite cam boy is live-streaming . But too bad some nights you’ve got too much homework due from your Psychology teacher to watch your oh so hot cam boy.

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The sun rays beamed down onto your naked body, which had been spread out onto your bed. Your laptop just in between your thighs.

“F-fuck.”

You moaned out slightly, your hips bucking up to meet your hand. You made your bed squeak slightly as you moved around, your climax building up on itself.

“Shit.” Your laptop’s mic spit out at full volume.

“Gah-“ You pushed your finger further in your heat, your heart was beating at a higher rate than normal. Baekhyun’s hand was resting by his red member, he has finished already but you seemed to not be able to reach your climax.

No matter how fast or hard you rubbed your clit or fingered yourself, there was no use.You looked around your room, as if Baekhyun would appear out of thin air and help you get off. Your eyes landed on your phone and you bit your lip.

There’s no way you would be able to call him and he not know you were trying to get off from his voice-

“Fuck it.” You reached for your phone clicking on his contact that was cutely assigned B-Bear. You couldn’t be more obvious. You pressed the phone to your cheek.

“Please answer,” You glanced at your laptop to still see his figure on your screen scrambling to grab his phone which was ringing. You smiled to yourself.

“H-hello?” He answered, his lips weren’t visible on the screen, his torso and lower half were the only things your eyes could scan. His voice was laced with lust but the stuttering made it sound so innocent and boyish you wanted to laugh.

“Hey, what are you up to?”

“I’m actually grading papers right now. What are you doing?” He lied, he sat a little higher in his chair, his hand sliding down to grip his shaft. You gasped at the action, rubbing your clit slightly.

“I-I’m trying to finish my psych homework. I just called to...” You got lost in your own hands movements, “I called to see if you could help me.”

“Help you? Psychology homework is for the student, sorry no can do Babe.”

“Did you just call me Babe?”

There was silence, you looked to the screen to see him covering his mouth with his hand.

“It was a mistake, sorry.” He responded in an octave lower than his usual voice. His hand had traveled back to his thigh, touching himself in an effort to cum again.

“No worries,” Your ears perked up at the quiet sounds from your laptop, you couldn’t hold it any longer. “Ah-“ You choked out a moan as you climaxed around your fingers. You heard a grunt from his line and you saw that he had came all over his hand again, for the second time.

“B-baekhyun, are you alright?” There was a muffled response, a quick “Yeah.” As if to disguise his climax ripping through his body. His hips were twitching and bucking off his chair, it was amazing how quiet he could be.

If it wasn’t for the livestream you’d think he was frustrated from grading papers. Not grunting over the mess you made him make.

“Fuck. Y/n I should get back to grading these papers. I’ll call you sometime, okay?” You could hear the smile in his tone. It made you absolutely giddy, the fact that your voice alone made him cum. Imagine actually fucking him.

“Of course, Baekhyun. Have a nice rest of the day.” You purred into the phone, turning on your side to face your laptop you clicked end call and just watched as his chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. He faced his camera and the live ended.

You smiled so hard your cheeks hurt, your morning was off to a great start.

A week or so flew by within a blink of an eye and you couldn’t have felt more stressed about all your Psychology homework stacking up on itself. You decided to try and catch up on older assignments and try to finish your homework later in the week.

In the middle of the assignment your phone rings, the screen displays Baekhyun’s nickname and you sit upright on your couch. You pushed your hair behind your ear before answering.

“Hello, Y/n speaking, furniture rental service.” You joked, you could hear his laugh before responding “Hey.” there was a little static on his end which indicated he was inside of a building with horrible reception.

“Where are you?” You asked, even if his whereabouts were a little too personal of a question, but hey you’re on the phone with your Psych teacher what isn’t personal about this?

“Im actually heading somewhere important.” You heard him say an excuse me to somebody before you heard a ding. Your right side of your mouth rose up in a lopsided grin.

“So you decided to call me?”

“Yes.”

“For what?”

“Open your door and see.”

Your head shot to your door and your eyes widened, you looked around your messy living room and you cursed silently. Your shoes were scattered around the floor and you had empty containers of drinks on the table, along with your pillows on the ground from where you sit and studied.

“Are you doing something right now? I can come back-“

“No! Just one second, I have to-“ You pushed all the pillows into a corner in the room and picked up as many bottles as your arms allowed you to carry, emptying them into the bin. You held your phone between your cheek and shoulder as you straightened your outfit out. Your very old white tee, that had so many holes in it you were questioning if it was a functioning shirt anymore.

“Y/n?” His voice rang through the phone.

“Coming-Oof!” You completely face fucked the floor, tripping over your shoes which were conveniently placed to embarrass you.

You could hear Baekhyun’s laugh from the door and the phone. “D-Did you just fall?” He asked through his gasping and laughing attack. You stood on your knees, without answering you ripped open the door.

Baekhyun’s laughing died down as he saw you, his eyes landing on your kneeling figure.

And oh the thoughts that popped into his head~ He was dressed in his padded coat, covering half his body, in one arm he carried a plastic bag and in the other he held onto his laptop.

“Study date?” You hopped to your feet, examining the plastic bag, basically taking it from his hands as you invite him in.

“More like, i’m here to push your ass to get your homework finished because you haven’t turned in 2 weeks worth. Plus I brought food.” He chuckled before sitting his laptop on the kitchen table. “Touché. Either way I get to eat, so i’m happy.” You mumbled happily.

As you and Baekhyun became settled into your sofa, finishing the chinese takeout he so graciously brought, you began your homework assignments. You groaned loudly, looking at your laptop as if it would your homework for you.

“Baekhyun help me.”

“What do you need help with.”

“Writing a whole five page essay on the different parts of the brain.”

“You’re still on that? I assigned that 3 weeks ago! Y/n!”

“Baekhyun!” You both looked at each other, his brows furrowed and your lips pouting.

“If you’re going to take my class I want you to take it seriously, no playing around or procrastinating. If you fail this class you will only be wasting your time and money. So start your essay and finish it before next week.”

Something about the way he told you sounded like a demand. A demanding Baekhyun in your presence was a blessing in disguise. You also felt naughty that you’d put off so much homework just to watch him masturbate instead.

“O-okay.” Your stuttering made his stern gaze soften, he swallowed before turning back to his laptop. You figured he would be grading papers like always so you turned your attention to your homework.

After about an hour of endless typing and listening to a show on the television playing music in the background, you were on the 3rd page of your essay. To your surprise these assignments weren’t hard at all, you felt horrible for not doing them sooner.

Your gaze fell on Baekhyun’s arms, which were crossed over one of your many pillows. His biceps were peaking from his short sleeved shirt, the veins traveling down to his hands.

Your legs were laid out on the sofa and your laptop rested on your thighs, you were as comfortable as you could get with a man so fine in the same room as you.

“I can feel you staring, get back to your paper. I know you’re almost finished.” He tilted his head at your wandering eyes. You scoffed, folding your arms over your chest.

“Three pages down, if I finish this tonight you have to give me a reward.”

“Deal.”

Your eyes widened, “Deal?”

“Yeah, only if you finish it today.” He smirked while his eyes rolled over his own screen.

“Challenge accepted-“

“But if you don’t, you give me something.”

Your cheeks stung and you were sure they were turning red, “Like what?” You managed to form a short question through your tangled thoughts. “I’ll think about it.” He let out a deep laugh that you knew had an double meaning.

Without hesitating you typed every thought in your head and tried to translate it to at least decent english sentences. But shortly you had nothing else to give this paper, you were on page 5 and half way down the page your mind blanked.

“This cannot be happening,” You smacked your forehead with your palm and tried picking your brain for any bit of information to add. “I have half a page left. Can I at least get something for that?” You mumbled.

“You heard the challenge didn’t you, and it’s officially 12am sweetheart.” Baekhyun’s voice was teasing, while you were on the verge of begging. “Are you ready for my wish genie?” Baekhyun’s victory smile made you forget all your pride and instantly start begging.

“Please Baekhyun, just give me 30 more minutes.” You were crawling across the sofa to reach him, stopping by his side to pull on his arm. “Have mercy, I am not but a peasant your majesty!”

You couldn’t help but to joke with him, he was just a playful personality. “I’ll give you 5 minutes to send it to me and i’ll read it over to consider letting you win.” He snickered.

“That’s a trick you know your email doesn’t update till the next day if it’s from a student!”

“Why cant you take the punishment.” Baekhyun laced his hands behind his head. You glanced at his biceps once more, before glaring at his face.

“Because I cant accept this failure.”

“Maybe one failure will teach you a lesson.”

“Baekhyun please!” You unconsciously ended up in his lap, begging. “You can’t hurt my pride like this.”

Baekhyun didn’t respond, he noticed how close to him you were and he didn’t want to move an inch. With you being so close you could feel the unaddressed sexual tension between you two.

“I-“ He began before I cut him off.

“Kiss me.” I demanded.

Baekhyun didn’t hesitate for even a second, his soft lips pressed against mine. The sexual frustration you’d built up over the past few days was finally draining itself out of you. Baekhyun’s lips were surprisingly plush and his bottom lip was caught in your mouth and you couldn’t help but to nibble at the soft tissue.

Baekhyun’s strong arms wrapped around your torso and crushed you into his chest. You let out a surprised yelp before placing your hands on his broad shoulders. His lips moved against yours in a dance, creating this exchange of blissfulness.

You felt Baekhyun’s hand slide up to the back of your neck and pull you closer, if that was even humanly possible. You were jealous at how much he could feel if you and you could barely feel him. The fluttery feeling in your stomach made you shiver in his grasp. He could feel your goosebumps on your back was his hand shifted under your shirt.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” You shyly asked. For a person who initiated this heated exchange of body heat you seemed a little hesitant. Baekhyun’s mouth opened but closed again, swiftly standing up and wrapping your legs around his torso.

Making his way around your apartment he sat you on the island in the kitchen, you both now seeing eye to eye.

“You don’t understand how long i’ve wanted to kiss you.” He admitted so shamelessly it made you slightly embarrassed. He slid his hand up your thigh, “You’ll never know the many scenarios i’ve imagined you in.” He grazed his lips over your collarbones.

“Oh? I think I have a pretty good idea.” The confidence came from nowhere but you weren’t going to not drop hints about his cam boy career.

“Mister B-Bear.” You whispered in his ear. You felt him tense as he brought his face from your neck to stare at you wide eyed.

“W-what did you just say?” His stuttering voice made you laugh.

“That is your teacher email isn’t it?”

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[ngame989]

I'm new to writing fanfic, and always work solo, so when I saw you have a whole team at your disposal, it blew my mind. I've got a list of questions about that: 1. How did you guys find each other and get started? 2. How does your work flow look for a story vs. a page/chapter of the comic? 3. How much do you love having an editor? 4. How does your work change from draft to final? 5. The quality of your prose is very consistent, is that just you as a writer, or is it your team keeping you good?

1. Seddm, EA, and Dino were all good friends of mine from the fandom from before or during Season 3 (I started watching the show between 2B and BFM). Toxic started watching the show sometime in late 2018 and messaged me on Tumblr for some sort of formatting help, or tips and tricks for getting posts more noticed in the fandom or something? I don’t remember and Tumblr DMs are awful to navigate, but we quickly bonded over what really matters most.

Lawchan had been a longtime follower of the show and fanfic author who inspired me to get into it back after 3A and we started talking and became friends at some point in the last year or so. BMC popped into my askbox when I opened it up to headcanon suggestions and ended up sending me over 100 in a span of 3 days that were all wonderful and creative so we started talking more. This really is a “team” in a loose sense, I just have a ton of awesome and creative and supportive friends willing to help out with this.

Oddly enough, this project started less than a day after (and was inspired by) Lake House Fever. I had already been thinking about getting back into fanfiction writing after S4 ended and we were pissed and salty and just needed good Starco thoughts so I hit him up and we started chatting and thought “huh wait a Star and Marco section of a family photo album would be a cool concept for some sort of series” and it evolved from there. We’d planned out a lot of the basics for the comic before the show ended and were waiting on the canon resolution before going any further, and Cleaved shook a lot up for what the postcanon status quo would be, so my whole aforementioned group all sat in a Discord channel on and off for literally 8+ hours the day after Cleaved and roundtable’d the entire backbone of the Earthni timeline for almost every major character (so if there’s people in the credits for TGG that haven’t shown up directly in any works yet, that’s where they contributed).

2.  Overall I’m the project lead and head writer so the majority of specific ideas, what should this page have or where is the story going, etc, come from me although anything we do gets signed off on by at LEAST me, Toxic, and Seddm first.  For comics, I usually plan the concept (Star goes here, these people are talking to each other, happy or sad, etc) and then let Toxic do his thing - he’s great already but is SUUUUUUUUPER amazingly wonderful at reading my mind and making visuals that represent my thoughts even better than the visuals in my head for them. He’ll do a rough page layout and sketch, we workshop that, then he does line-art, we look for any issues or revisions there, then he colors as I make the dialogue.  Usually takes a few days of back and forth.

Honestly my workflow for writing fics is absolute ass and you should not learn from us (ESPECIALLY me) if you’re getting into the game, hahahaha. Every day that I say I’m gonna write something, I usually end up dicking around at my computer until 1 AM and THEN decide to write a little bit and lose sleep over it. A lot of Glow was written between 2 and 6 AM on a Saturday night. I’m ridiculously nitpicky of my own work and half the time before I even finish typing a sentence I’m already erasing it because I decided it was dumb or did something wrong, which makes drafts take F O R E V E R, but the silver lining is that my first draft is already very polished by the time it’s done.

Overall, we play to our strengths - Seddm and I are general idea guys, “wouldn’t it be funny/cool if X” or “we should tell a story about Y” etc, and Toxic is especially wonderful at coming up with fantastic visual designs or gags or whatever else. So there’s plenty of times where I’ll give him the rough outline for a comic page and he’ll slip in some goofy background thing that makes it so much better, or I’ll give him a joke idea and it’ll work amazingly. I also like to call Seddm my “internal debate moderator”. When I’m struggling to figure out what to do for something, I’m often torn between a few ideas. Getting outside advice on it can obviously be really helpful, but there are times that it leaves me even more confused about what to do. But because my and Seddm’s understandings of the characters and senses of design and humor are so damn similar, he can basically serve as both a neutral voice and still part of my own thought process at the same time, which really helps me get my own personal ideas in order before running them by others.

3. Editors are great and wonderful and perfect and I love my friends to death for graciously helping week in and week out with this when I ping them with “hey guys shat this out, sun has been up for an hour so im gonna go fucking die now bye”. As stated earlier, perhaps my need for one isn’t AS high because I self-edit so compulsively as I go, but it’s soooooooo easy to get caught up in your own head and intentions and not spot obvious issues with your own writing that outside voices help a ton.

4. Whoops I guess I answered already. Very little.

5. Given that edits don’t change much about the structure of my writing, I guess it’s me - thanks! But my team is great about keeping me in line with my own vision in editing and hitting any lines that just seem out of place. There was one particular cut line in Glow that I won’t post here that was easily a full standard deviation of naughty greater than the rest of the fic’s tone (unintentional, it was very late -_-) and that got caught and shot down real quick lmfao.