#PEAK SEXY AND I STAND 10 TOES DOWN

[notnctu]

haechan: the cocky | vol 1

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☆ GENRE: smut, pwp ☆ DETAILS: fem!reader, college!au, housemate!au ☆ WARNINGS: oral, voyeurism, explicit language ☆ WC: 2,659 ☆ SYNOPSIS: on this sunny afternoon, you’re home alone while everyone else is in class... or so you thought. as haechan’s name spills from your lustful mouth, he mindlessly comes in thinking that you’re calling for him. instead, he walks in to see you fingers deep and in need of some assistance, again.

☆ AUTHORS NOTE: happy halloween everyone!! pls read the background info before proceeding with the fic!! absolutely pwp, there is no real plot here besides smut LOL and yes there will be a part two ! maybe multiple parts idk yet lol depends on my story building 

Tossing your backpack into the corner of your room, you pounce on your bed as quickly as possible. There was something about Haechan’s outfit choice today: baggy relaxed pants and an oversized plain white tshirt that only he could pull off. Something about his cool, carefree attitude riles up an inexplicable part of you. And though you didn’t have much time to drool over his incredibly impressive outfit before dashing for your 10 AM, it is all that’s been running through your head.

And truthfully if you had been caught staring for even a millisecond, you wouldn’t hear the end of it from him. You’ve seen this guy go two days straight sitting in his boxers and wrinkled old tee as he yells profanities at his computer monitor. Yet, in some egotistical world, Haechan still manages to be the cockiest person in the whole house.

Haechan has pulled quite a fair share of girls, but nothing in comparison to Jaehyun or Johnny. The reason behind his sly smirks and obvious traveling eyes could possibly be that he’s pulled you, quite a number of times.

Haechan never really peaked your interest until he became the one you spent the most time alone with. He is not the type to boast about his sexual encounters, so you really had to squeeze it out of him. Long talks of his cunnilingus tactics had you wet by the end of it all, not expecting that this gamer boy had such an eager passion for seeing girls squirm from his tongue.

Eager and strong enough passion to ask if he could get a taste of you, then proceeded to bring up all the moments that he has passed by your room to see you sprawled across your bed naked and rubbing one out. You had a poor habit of not closing your door all the way.

However strangely enough, you didn’t feel embarrassed that Haechan was the one who saw you. In fact, if anyone in the house did catch you masturbating, you’d hope it was him. Your relationship is comfortable to the point of seeing the worst sides of each other, you could be your true self around him because he wasn’t some playboy to impress. He is and always will be, Lee Haechan, the boy that sucks at arm wrestling.

So as you check your housemates’ locations and thinking that the coast is clear, you begin to peel off your bottoms and panties. Every naughty thought of Haechan rolls into your lustful mind. Tugging at his fluffy hair. His plushy tongue against your clit. His light spanks against your ass. His needy hands gripping your thighs. His low throaty moans.

You get into your favorite position --- ass up, on your knees and legs spread open, with your face buried in a pillow. Your hand tries to mimic his touch: gently teasing your nipples, trailing down your stomach until you reach your sensitive bud. Your fingers gather your slick and automatically, Haechan’s name escapes your lips. Closing your eyes, you recall all the times he’s eaten you out until you’ve seen stars.

Now if Haechan wasn’t so forgetful, he wouldn’t have to drive all the way back home to grab his notebook for lecture. When the boy enters the house, he takes note of your scattered shoes at the door and the faint sound of your voice. Curiously, he walks up the stairs to the rooms and hears you calling for him and concludes that you probably heard him come home.

When he approaches your slightly opened door, he sees an image that immediately halts him in his tracks. Through the rather large slit, he has the clearest view of your dripping pussy and quick fingers rubbing at your clit. And he registers your calls for moans. You were moaning his name, not calling for him.

He glances around at the other open rooms to check if anyone else is home, but that is probably why you thought it would be completely fine to not close your door, again. When he returns to the incredibly sexy scene of you masturbating to the thought of him, you’re so lost in your own pleasure that you don’t even hear his heavy breathing.

A tent forms in his pants as he feels all his blood rushing to his shaft. He’s beyond turned on, like come on, it’s him you’re thinking about. This does nothing, but fuel his already large ego. Haechan enters your room and clears his throat, “you should really learn to close your door, baby.” 

Your momentum breaks at the sheer fear of someone else’s voice. Panic settles and the first thing you see when you look up is Haechan’s small smirk. He leans against the frame of your door, arms crossed and eyes never leaving your figure.

“Why are you home?!” You throw a pillow at him, very well annoyed at his presence and for ruining your private time. Sitting up on your knees, you try covering your lower half with your blanket. Haechan is quick to stop you, while simultaneously shutting your bedroom door.

“I forgot my notebook.” He leans in, lips inches away from yours and his hand pulling the sheets off your body. “I have twenty minutes to spare, so let’s make this quick, mmh? Seems like you’re in need of my assistance... again.” His eyes are dark, and the sunlight that seeps through your shades shines so beautifully against his melanin. The faint smell of his cologne messes with your mind and god, you want him so bad and you hate that he can tell.

“Get back into your previous position and show me how you touch yourself.” He leaves a quick peck on the corners of your lips before standing at the end of your bed. 

“What if I don’t want to?” You’re not usually bratty with other partners, but Haechan’s assertiveness and overall aura draws it out of you so naturally. 

He pokes his tongue at the inside of his mouth, protruding his cheek and tilts his head at your bratty attitude. Staring you down with hungry eyes and a raised eyebrow, he says in a serious tone, “no time for games right now. You want me or not?” 

“Yes, please.” You nod with urgency once you realize that Haechan still had class to get to. Turning back around, you rest comfortably on your elbows with your knees firm on the mattress. Your hand travels down to circle your clit again, resuming your previous lustful actions before Haechan interrupted you.

Every jolt runs down your legs as a pumping surge of electricity, all the way down to your toes. Haechan palms himself watching you get back into the mood, biting his bottom lip at the delicious sight of your glistening, pretty pussy on display for him. It doesn’t take much before he hurries to get under you and in between your legs.

He lays back flat on the bed as you hover over him, your hand still rubbing intensively at your bud and your juices collecting in your palm. Taking your wrist, he guides your wet fingers into his mouth. You moan knowing your fingers are being cleaned by Haechan, him sucking your taste off of you. 

“Fuck, you taste so good.” He groans, bringing your hips closer to his face. Without another second of hesitation, he licks a long strip across your clit. 

“Hyuck..” It has been established between the two of you that you have special rights to use his government name. He loves how hot it sounds coming from you, like it is meant to be spoken only by you. “..I’m.. already.. going to burst.”

He kisses your inner thighs, then encapsulates your bud in his mouth. Your legs give out at the mind blowing pleasure that comes with Haechan’s plushy licks. His tongue doesn’t leave your clit for more than a second, suckling and rubbing it like his life depended on it. 

When you peer down at him, his face is entirely pressed up against your body: nose digging into your skin and mouth latching on for a taste. He gives your ass a little spank, then grabbing a handful to squeeze. The tinge of pain turns into pleasure as the feeling of static runs throughout your lower half. 

Haechan tries to free himself from his pants, growing painfully hard that it began to feel strained. One hand unzips and tugs down hastily at his bottoms, his cock springing up and slapping against his stomach. He lifts his shirt up as far as it can go, not once breaking his attention on making you feel good.

You yelp when his two fingers enter your hole abruptly, gathering enough of your slick to cover his own dick. With your wetness, he strokes his tip with his thumb and the vibrations from his moans sends shivers down your spine. But Haechan is more than skilled at multitasking, jerking himself off while he eats you out.

“Fuck, are you touching yourself?” Your head turns enough to see movement in your peripheral vision. You can infer two things: Haechan is half naked and fucking his hand so fast that it shakes the bed a bit.

“Of course I am. You’re fucking hot, baby.” He only pulls away briefly to speak, his soft tongue flicking rapidly harder against you now. Haechan knows you’re close, without you needing to say much. Your toes curl at the intensity, your moans become louder, and you’re gripping onto his hair as tightly as possible.

The peak of your mountain is at the tip of your lips, your legs are about to give out at any moment, but Haechan is showing no mercy to slow down. “Just like that, shit.” Your hips mindlessly grind with his fast-paced rhythm.

Haechan can feel his own release coming just as quick, his own grip growing tighter around his shaft as his hips have no caution to stop. “Give it to me, (Y/N).” His low grunts solely push you to your edge, as you announce your orgasm. 

Your shaking legs uncontrollably twitch around his head as the euphoric feeling fills your blood stream. Like a knot coming undone, it’s the most rewarding feeling you’ve ever felt. You try to catch your breath as Haechan unlatches from your swollen clit, and his moans replace yours. 

“(Y/N),” He barely manages to speak and you look down in between your legs to see him biting his bottom lip hard and eyes closed. “--I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk... when I get back..” and with that, he cums all over his lower stomach, short strings of white landing across his body.

You roll off of him, grabbing tissues from your nightstand to clean him up. “Are you still going to make it?” A hoarse laugh rumbles your chest as Haechan remembers the lecture he has to attend.

“I’ll just show up late.” Wiping the last bit off of him, he gets up to hurriedly zip himself up. “Why are you suddenly so needy?” He jokes, partially. A smug grin appears reminding you of his haughty personality. 

You scoff at his remark, “I am more than capable of taking care of myself.” 

“Yeah, but why do that when I clearly give you the best orgasms of your life.” He shrugs, his tone being quite matter of fact. He chuckles mischievously at your displeased expression, running out your room before you can chase him out.

“Okay, I’m leaving!” He yells from the hall, hurrying down the stairs to catch the last half of his lecture. 

“Bye, thank you... I guess..” You pull your panties up, your voice trailing off when you step out of your room to the top of the stairs to watch him leave.

He stops to peer up at your obvious fucked out appearance, admiring you all in your glory. “Any time, baby. What are housemates for?” Haechan winks flirtatiously before he shuts the front door.

The rhetorical question repeats in your head, what are housemates for? 

As everyone floods back home later in the day, you and Haechan act as if nothing happened. That’s the thing about you two, Haechan never really feels the need to brag to the others, only if provoked. 

You two can live in this house with the other three not expecting a single thing, not knowing that there is courage behind Haechan’s bold statements. Not even the way Haechan stares at you sometimes can give anything away. This man is too slick, too quick on his feet to ever be caught.

“You make it to all your classes today, Haechan?” Johnny asks as the three of you devour the dinner Doyoung made, Jaemin once again not being home. 

“Yes, dad.” Haechan answers sarcastically and stuffs his mouth full of dinner rolls. “I had a midterm that I totally aced.” He smiles proudly, but your ears catch onto the first half of his sentence and immediate guilt settles.

“You had a midterm?” The tone of your question raises a few eyebrows at the table, the rest of the boys wondering why you sounded so worried.

Nevertheless, Haechan doesn’t lose his cool. He simply bids you his sugary sweet smile and says, “not for that one.” 

“No flirty eyes at the table.” Doyoung scowls as Haechan’s corner lip twitches into another infamous smirk. He somewhat enjoys the thrill of almost getting caught, you make it all too easy for the others to find out.

You gulp your food harshly and shy away from Haechan’s dark gaze, not knowing the right words to recover your slip up. Jaehyun acknowledges the confusion in the room, laughing nervously at your sudden bashfulness, “why did (Y/N) sound so worried?” 

Your food gets stuck in your throat, waiting to hear what Haechan has to say to your nosy housemates. “I had to come home to grab my notebook and missed the beginning of class. She’s just looking out for me, it’s cute.” 

And your eyes make the most dramatic roll, “I should’ve just let you to suffer the consequences.” 

“But you’re a good girl.” Haechan barely lets you finish, his sharp-witted tongue almost cutting you off.

“(Y/N) is the best girl.” Johnny ruffles your hair and picks up your chin, being oblivious to the sexual tension between you and Haechan. “Now, did my best girl go to all her classes today?” 

You push his large hand off of you, grumbling lowly, “yes, Johnny.” Mindful to not say dad as it would steer him with too much satisfaction, “unlike you delinquents, I actually go to class and stay for the whole thing.”

“I do too.” Doyoung bickers.

In response, you pinch his cheek harshly. “I know and I’m always proud of you, my bunny.” 

Haechan clears his throat obnoxiously, “I’m going to play games, hop on when you all are done.” He takes a few more dinner rolls as he starts heading up the stairs with his plate of food.

“Can’t, I have someone coming over in a few.” Jaehyun stuffs his cheeks full of deliciousness.

“Me too.” Johnny chimes and you’re repulsed that more than half of the house is going to be having sex at the same time. 

“In that case, that is my cue to leave and put on noise canceling headphones.” Doyoung gathers his plate to rush out of the scene. 

Jaehyun and Johnny finish their dinners at an impressive speed, “don’t be too loud, Haechan!” Johnny loudly proclaims and though you can’t see Haechan’s face, you can imagine his devilish smile through the cadence of his voice.

“Oh, trust me. I won’t be the loud one tonight.” Your phone lights up from incoming texts. As your eyes register the messages, you almost choke on your food at the implications. 

housemate haechan: come to my room when you’re done

housemate haechan: and don’t expect to walk tomorrow:) 

And you’re finishing your dinner as fast as everyone else is, shamefully excited to make your way upstairs. 

What are housemates for?

[adventuresinwonderlust]

Title: Worship You

ANON REQUEST

Pairing: Yoongi x plus size reader

Warnings: self-body shaming, insecurities mentioned, fluff, body worship, body praise, needy love making, unprotected sex (wrap it up folks).

Rating: 18 and over

 This was your third outfit change in a span of twenty minutes and your boyfriend of a year was due to be here any minute. You huffed at yourself in the mirror, yanking at your tummy before sucking it in. “Ok this is it!” You scold yourself. You tug at your blouse so that it meets your jeans and remind yourself not to lift your arms tonight. The doorbell rings and you yelp a bit, looking over your outfit again. “Please like it.” You whisper, spinning on your heel and making your way to the front door. You pull the door open and cover your mouth in shock at the sight of ten heart shaped balloons and an armful of flowers. “Happy Anniversary Beautiful!” You hear from behind the bouquets.

You stand in shock unable to speak. Your boyfriend soon shifts the items in his arms so he can peak over them. “Everything ok?” He asks strained. “Uh, Yes, oh my god! I'm so sorry, let me help you with this.” You grab a set of flowers from him, and he follows you inside. “This is too much! I don’t deserve all this.” “Why would you say that? You deserve this and so much more!” He smiles wide, exposing his gums. He releases the balloons randomly as he moves through your apartment. “There,” He says, pleased with his work, “Now wherever you go, you’ll see pieces of my love.” He turns to face you with his arms held wide. You give a faint smile, tugging at the hem of your shirt, and walk over to him. “You are the sweetest man I have ever met Min Yoongi.” “What can I say? I have the best reason to be sweet right here in my arms.” he replies, hugging you tightly. You feel your shirt riding up and you pull away quickly, “Uh, let’s head out. You don’t want to be late for dinner, do you?” “Hey,” He stops you, tugging on your arm and pulling you back towards him, “I love you. You look great.” You smile at his sweet comments, wondering why he was always so good to you. You stand on your tip toes and kiss his lips softly. “Thank you. I love you too. You look much better.” He chuckles and wraps his arm around your waist. You feel your face heat when his fingers dance along your exposed skin. “Don't.” You whine, removing his hand from your side. “Sorry, did I hurt you?” “No, it's fine. Come let’s go, I don’t want to miss our reservation.” You try to perk up, leading him towards the door.

You make it to the restaurant right on time and are seated quickly. “Wow, they really went all out with the candles and rose petals huh?” You mention to Yoongi who is just staring at you from across the table. “Do you like it?” He asks. You nod, looking around again, noticing that you are both towards the back, secluded from the other patrons. “I told them it was our one-year anniversary. I wanted it to be special, so I called ahead and had them go all out.” Your eyes pop open at his confession. “Yoongi! I’m speechless. This is so amazing. I feel like I should’ve dressed up now.” “You look beautiful jagi, just the way you are.” “That’s easy for you to say. You look good in everything.” He scoffs and reaches over to grab your hand across the table. “Hey! I’m serious. You’re the most beautiful woman in the world. You don’t need to be dressed all fancy or in six-inch heels to look great.” “Let’s order, shall we.” You yank your hand back. Yoongi sighs but nods. You loved Yoongi so much and he always knew exactly what to say to make you feel better, but he had to say all these things right? He was, after all, your boyfriend. Did he truly mean it all or was he just looking to reach home plate? You see you and Yoongi had been together a year now and had never once had sex. Sure, you fooled around, made out here, blow job there, or even that one time he ate you out in the mirror house at a Halloween festival.

It wasn’t that you both didn’t want to have sex, it was that you were too afraid of what he might think of you with your clothes off so you avoided it if you could. Yoongi always called you beautiful or sexy but he’s never seen you fully nude. You always fooled around with your clothes on. In the past whenever you had sex with a boyfriend, they would complain about something. “Too Heavy” One guy told you during reverse cowgirl. Needless to say, you never saw him again. Still, it bothered you, hit a nerve, made you wonder. You were, however, grateful for Yoongi, he had never pushed or forced anything. He never shamed you for wanting to keep your shirt on but there was always that fear in the back of your mind that one day you would hit his breaking point. Would tonight, be it? “Hello, Earth to jagi, do you want to order an appetizer or just skip to the meal?” Yoongi snaps you back to reality, a smile plastered across his glorious face. “Uh, just the meal please.” “Sure, whatever you want my love.” He responds, waving the waiter over. “May I take your order?” “Ladies first, jagi.” “Uh, I’ll have a Caesar Salad, no croutons with shrimp please.” Yoongi eyes you suspiciously but smiles none the less. “And for you sir.” “I’ll have the same please.” The waitress nods, taking the menus. “Wait! What? Why? Order what you normally would get…steak or pork. Why are you getting a salad?” You question. “Why are you?” He counters. You scoff and shrug, looking down briefly at your tummy. “Besides this is better jagi. More room for dessert.” He says with a sly grin.

After 10 minutes of protest, you agree to split a dessert with Yoongi. “It’s our anniversary, we have to go all out.” He whines, sliding the dessert menu to you. You pick the brownie with vanilla ice cream and Yoongi happily enjoys it with you. “This was beautiful thank you.” “You’re welcome jagi. Anything to see you smile.” He leans in and plants a kiss on your mouth. “I have another surprise back at my place.” He whispers over your lips and it sends shivers through you. “Can I play with it?” You whisper back, kissing him again. “Hmm, maybe.” You both giggle into each other’s mouths, enjoying how the world fades away when it’s just the two of you together.

“Close your eyes.” Yoongi declares after unlocking his door. You do as your told, allowing him to take your hand and lead you into his apartment. After a few steps, he tells you to open your eyes. Your jaw falls open at the sight of rose petals strewn across the floor, the coffee table decorated with LED candles. A bottle of champagne chilling over ice, accompanied by chocolate covered strawberries. There are more heart shaped balloons around his living room, and a single red rose on the couch in a white box. “Min Yoongi. I could cry.” “Tears of joy I hope.” He pouts. “I don’t deserve this. I look terrible. I didn’t get you anything. I’m a horrible girlfriend. I mean what kind of girlfriend doesn’t even buy her boyfriend a card?” “Hey, hey,” He shushes, kissing your temple, “You’re the best gift I’ve ever received. Tonight, is all about you. Not me. I just want to make you feel special because you mean so much to me.” He leads you over to the couch to take a seat with him. He hands you the box with the single rose. You look it over. “It’s beautiful.” You tell him. “Like my jagi,” He smiles, “And the best part is, its artificial, so it’ll last forever. Like my love for you.” Your head pops up from the rose to meet Yoongi’s glittering eyes. “You’re not real.” You sniffle. Yoongi leans over and kisses you gently. “Come let’s toast jagi. Champagne?” He points with raised brows. “Sure.” You giggle, shifting in your seat to try and look your slimmest. He pops the bottle, pouring two glasses. “A toast jagi, to us, and to many more anniversaries together.” He taps his glass against yours. You both sip from your glasses and place them back on the coffee table.

Yoongi grabs a chocolate covered strawberry from its container and brings it to your lips. You take a bite, licking your lips of the juices. “Allow me.” He smiles, kissing you gently, sucking on your bottom lip. You find yourself moaning into the kiss, grabbing his shirt and pulling him closer. He grabs your waist, his fingers grasping at the soft flesh that sticks out above your jeans. He moves his hand upwards, over your tummy, massaging as he makes his way up to your breasts. You moan, pulling in your tummy as best you can. Soon he tugs at your blouse, trying to pull it up. You yank back, pushing him into the couch and straddling him, sure to not apply all your weight onto his lap. You take his mouth with yours again, biting and nipping at his pout, desperately trying to distract him from touching your body. It doesn’t work, his hands are at your waist again, digging his fingers into your exposed skin. You pull away from the kiss again and look at him. “Are you ok? Do you want to stop?” He asks, looking at you with concern. “I…. maybe we can go to the bedroom?” You suggest. He nods, allowing you to tug him by the hand to his room. You push him onto the bed and shut the light, straddling him carefully once more, your mouth back on his. You swirl your tongue on his, palming his growing erection.

“Jagi, I want you so bad. You feel so good.” He whispers against your lips. “I want you too.” You whisper. He moans at your words, gripping your hips hard and pulling you closer to his throbbing hard on. “Mm, no. I, lets, switch positions.” You suggest. “I want you to ride me jagi. I want to be buried deep inside you.” You moan, feeling yourself soak your panties. Yoongi kisses at your neck, running his hand quickly up your shirt and placing his hand on your back fat. “Don’t!” You shout, jumping off of Yoongi and sitting beside him on the bed. You cover your mouth, angry at your reaction. He flicks the light on and looks you over. “What’s wrong jagi? Please just tell me. Is it me? Do you not want me touching you? We can stop. We don’t have to do anything.” “Yes, I mean, no. I don’t mind it if it’s over my shirt. I just don’t want you looking at me ok! I don’t want you to be grossed out. I’m not what you’re used to. I’m not some supermodel. Do you have any idea how long it took me to even get ready for tonight?” You whimper, holding back tears. Yoongi sits quietly, staring off, rubbing his palms against his clothed thighs.

Your mind begins racing, he’s going to leave. The one guy you’re actually crazy about is going to break up with you. You’ve ruined everything! Suddenly, Yoongi looks over at you. “I think you’re beautiful jagi. I don’t want some supermodel. I just want you.” “Why? I’m fat. I have rolls. My thighs… I look terrible.” You trail off, covering your face, allowing tears to fall. He chuckles, standing before you, reaching out for your hands. “You’re not fat. Don’t ever say that about yourself.” He tugs you towards his full-length mirror. “Yoongi, please, I don’t want to look at myself.” You attempt to protest when he stands you before it, his body flush against your backside. He rests his chin on your shoulder. He begins to whisper in your ear softly, “Just indulge me jagi.” You look up into the mirror and catch his gaze. “I love the way you part your hair, how it frames your gorgeous face. The smell, man I love that smell. It’s like sunshine and air all in one.” He breathes you in with shut eyes.

“Your eyes are the most attractive eyes I think one human vessel could ever have. They are so deep yet reflective. When I look into your eyes, I see all the complex beauty the world has to offer reflected onto me and I’m so honored.” He takes a moment to catch your eyes with his, staring at you deeply through the mirror. You feel your body heat. He soon lifts his hands and tucks your hair behind your ear, turning your head slightly. “You have the most amazing face. The way your jaw falls in perfect alignment with the rest of your features.” He plants a soft kiss on your ear. “And your neck,” He runs a finger down your neck, “soft, inviting, the way it becomes so profound with every breath you intake.” He lowers his head and plants a wet kiss on your neck. You swallow hard, a small moan escaping your lips.

He wraps his arms around your waist next, pulling you into his body. You want to protest when you feel his hand slide up your abdomen but the warmth of his skin on yours is too intoxicating. “Your skin,” He almost moans, “so soft. Even the little that you’ve allowed me to feel or kiss has been like heaven. It’s only made me crave more, wondering what being wrapped up naked with you would feel like. The warmth we could create.” The thought sends lustful shivers down your spine. “May I take this off.” He whispers, tugging at the hem of your shirt. You nod, swallowing back your apprehension as he pulls your shirt up over your head. You stand before him in your bra and watch as he removes his shirt also, his pale skin on display for you. He moves forward and presses his chest against your back. “You are so beautiful.” He praises, kissing your left shoulder, then your right one.

You spin suddenly, needing to feel his lips against yours. You dig your hand into his soft black hair, taking him into a deep kiss. The feel of his chest pressed against yours has you moaning into his mouth. You push him towards the bed and attempt to shove him onto it until he turns the table, spinning you and lying you into your back. “I'm not finished,” He pants, kissing your jaw and down your neck. He nips, kisses, and licks at your collar bone before kissing the soft flesh of your breasts. “So soft, you smell so good.” He praises, continuing to trail kisses between the valley of your breast. “Um,” You attempt to protest, lifting your hands to cover your tummy. “Don’t hide from me jagi. Please.” He begs, carefully removing your hands and planting kisses along your abdomen. “Don’t be ashamed of your body. This is what makes you beautiful. I love it and you. Every inch of you.” He explains, pressing his face against your tummy to nip and kiss at your skin. You moan out at the action, surprised at how sexy something so simple could be. He looks up at you, his lips just above the button of your jeans, “May I?” You nod frantically, your body on fire.

He grips the button of your jeans and opens it, standing to remove your shoes and then tugging the article of clothing from your person. He smiles at you, kicking his shoes off and removing his jeans now, standing before you in his boxers. “You have the most beautiful legs. So full, thick, soft. I love when they straddle me, even though I know you hold back.” He smirks, gripping at the full flesh of your thighs. You gasp out loud causing him to bite his lip. “I just want to be covered in all things you.” He kisses the inside of your left thigh. “Smothered in your scent.” He kisses the inside of the right thigh. “I love being nestle right here,” He positions your thighs on his shoulders, like he has done many times before, “Lost in the sweet aromas of you. Comforted by your soft warmth.” He presses his nose into your core now, moaning out in completely euphoria. He kisses your now soaked center through your panties, driving you mad. You make an attempt to look down but look away quickly. “Let’s shut the light.” You pant. Yoongi pops his head up and begins to trail kisses down your inner thigh, to your knee, down your calf, and onto your ankle. “Never jagi. I’m not done telling you how beautiful you are. Now, where was I, Mmm, I’ve dreamed about what it would feel like to have these gorgeous legs wrapped tightly around me. Pulling me closer to you.” He kneads at the muscles in your calves, massaging away the tension. You drop your head on the bed, indulging in how his large hands work with such ease.

“Yoongi, that feels so good.” “I’m glad. I only want to make you feel good jagi.” He says, kissing the tops of your feet. “Such pretty feet, gorgeous toes.” You yank your foot back when you feel his tongue tickle your big toe. “No way!” You giggle, catching his gummy smile when he hugs your bent legs. “I really do think you are the most beautiful woman in the world. It hurts me to see you doubt yourself.” You sigh, looking away, his eye contact too much. “This,” He rubs your thighs and then parts your legs to grip your hips and glide his hand along your abdomen, “All of this is gorgeous. It makes you unique and special. I love all of it and all of you. I am so grateful you chose me, that I get to be in your glory every day. How lucky am I jagi?” He whispers, sliding up your body and settling between your legs. He kisses you gently, swirling his tongue around yours. “You sure? I mean, you have to say all this right?” You whisper over his lips. “I’ve never been surer jagi and I would never lie to you.” He kisses you again, pulling your body close to his. “This is the only place I want to be and with the only person I want to be with.” He moans into your mouth.

You whimper, so taken by all the things he’s said, the love he’s shown you. Why have you ever doubted him? Compared him to the others? He’s never been like them. He sees past the superficial and straight through to your heart. He has always been patient and kind, always uplifting and encouraging. “Thank you for loving me.” You pull away to say. “No, thank you for letting me love you.” “Yoongi.” You mewl, kissing him harder now. You push him onto his back and straddle him, grinding down on him without holding back this time, his sweet moan your reward. He grips your hips with his large, soft hands, digging his fingers into your flesh whilst guiding you along his growing erection. You continue this way, throwing your hands back to unhook and remove your bra. Yoongi sucks in a breath when you break the kiss to toss the material to the ground and grip your full mounds. “How could you ever doubt how beautiful you are?” He lifts his back from the bed and rolls you onto yours, taking one of your perky nipples in his mouth. He rolls his tongue around the hardened bud, your back arching in response. He soon moves on to the other breast, your moans seemingly fueling him to tease you further by grinding his erection into your sopping core whilst he tugs at your nipple.

“Yoongi, please, I need you inside of me. I can’t take it anymore.” He looks up at you from the valley between your breasts, his eyes black orbs. “You sure jagi? We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. I’m ok waiting for as long as you need me to.” “I’m sure baby.” You pant. He nods gently. “I mean, I wasn’t prepared for this. I don’t have any condoms jagi. It’s ok. We can wait. I can make you feel good in other ways.” He smirks, lowering his head to your core. “No, please, I want to feel you inside me. I trust you. Just pull out. I’m on the pill.” He rises up to come face to face with you, his straining length pressing against your needy center. “Jagi. I love you so much. I just want everything to be special.” “Anything I do with you is special Yoongi. I love you so much.” You kiss him gently, pushing I’m onto his back again. He doesn’t fight you; he watches with mouth agape while you remove your panties. You tug his underwear down, freeing his weeping member. “Should I stop?” You whisper. Yoongi closes his mouth briefly, swallowing the accumulated moisture. “Only if you want to jagi.” “I don’t.” You respond lustfully, hovering your sex over his. His skin gooses beneath yours and a small moan escapes his mouth when your grip his length. You move his head through your slit slowly, gasping when he grips your hips tightly to keep himself from hitching upwards.

You finally align the head of his penis with your entrance, resting your left hand on his chest as you lower yourself onto him. You both cry out in unison at the feeling of togetherness, gazing into each other’s eyes when you bottom out. “You feel so good wrapped around me jagi. Ah, there’s nothing more perfect in this world then you.” He praises, leading you to begin moving up and down his member. He watches you intently, love and lust mixed in his eyes. You rest your other hand on his chest, picking up your pace. “I love you.” You pant, moving just your hips now, the sounds of skin against skin filling the room. “I love you jagi. You look so beautiful. I love watching you use me.” Yoongi praises, his head dropping back onto the pillow. “Uh, jagi, you feel so good. This… is better than any dream I’ve ever had of you. Ah, fuck!” He stutters, lifting his back off the bed. He wraps an arm around your waist and begins to lift you up and down his rigid member. You cry out when he hitches his hips up to meet yours, hastening his pace, his shaft dragging against your swollen bud as his tip hits all your inner nerve endings. “Oh, Yoongi.” You whimper, out of breath and trembling.

Yoongi leans in, his mouth pressed against your ear, his pace never faltering. “You’re such an Angel. I’m so in love with you. I’m so grateful to be able to make love to you. You’re so beautiful, so amazing jagi. I’m so lucky. I just need one more thing from you tonight my love.” You hold him tightly, tears stinging your eyes, your core clenching tighter and tighter around him. The coil deep inside you set ablaze by his words. “Anything. I’ll give…you…anything.” You pant. He licks at the shell of your ear, kissing it softly, “Let go. Cum for me. I need to feel you cum around me.” You almost screech, your coil snapping at his sultry words, you clench down so hard he curses out loud. Before you know it, you’re on your back, Yoongi’s now sloppy pace a sure sign he’s close. “Ah, Ah, jagi. Where can I cum?” “Here.” You touch your tummy breathlessly. His eyes clench tightly and he let’s out a wild groan, pulling out suddenly. You whimper at the empty feeling, gasping soon after, watching him stroke his climax onto your abdomen. He’s out of breath and moaning unabashedly, dropping beside you when he’s done. “That was amazing jagi, you are so amazing. Let me get a towel for you. I’ll be right back.” He offers but you stop him, “Let’s just lie here for a minute.” He nods, lying back down beside you. You stare at one another for a moment. “Thank you for always lifting me up even when I can’t do it for myself.” You whisper to him, brushing his hair from his forehead. He smiles, taking your hand to his lips and kissing it. “You never have to thank me for that jagi. Maybe one day you’ll have to lift me when I’m down. Just know that you are one of the most amazing people I know and I’ll never stop telling you. No matter what happens. We're in this together jagi. I’m your biggest fan. Just let me worship you.” He kisses your forehead now, rising up to go grab a towel, leaving you feeling so loved and cherished.

[tomtenadia]

Island Dreams - Chapter 9

Aaaaaand chapter 9 is here.

Aelin and Lysandra have a very interesting conversation.

Aelin and Rowan have a fun day at work and their relationship evolves a bit more.

Elias does not have the brightest of the moments... but hey, the poor man is competing against Rowan. I'd be nervous as well if I were him.

A couple of things about updates. Chapter 10 is faaaaaaar from being completed So I highly doubt I will update tomorrow. I am coming back home late from work so it will be Wednesday. Also, I ran out of the chapter I wrote quite easily at the beginning (That's why the speedy updates) so I will post a bit slower, but don't worry. I want to keep posting regularly.

Well, that's all the announcements.

Happy reading <3

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After the bad storm the town was slowly returning to normality. The emergency services had worked non stop to fix the power cut and to re establish the phone lines. Rowan had decided to open a bit later that day since he was still helping out his aunt to clear up her place and gave Aelin the morning off. Knowing that it was Friday and that Lysandra was off work, she decided to give her a call. She hadn’t heard from her in a while and she missed her friend. “Hey stranger,’ said Aelin in greeting “Do you still remember me now that you have a boyfriend?” “Always. Aedion still does not know that he is the third wheel and that you are my only love.” “I miss you.” Aelin confessed and Lysandra picked up her sad tone immediately. “Un-oh what happened?” “Remember when I told you that I had not yet found a sexy Scottish guy?”

Lysandra laughed. Her friend had been teasing her non stop about that. “Yes. Forget the asshole down here and get a move on.” “I lied.” Aelin took a breath “I have two.” Over the phone she heard Lysandra gasp loudly “Tell me everything.” Aelin started pacing around the living room. “Scottish man number one is called Elias. He is mr Nice Guy. He is sweet, intelligent, funny and let’s not forget good looking.” She could just imagine her friend reaction on the other side of the phone. Lysandra was probably on the couch, her legs on the coffee table and a notebook in her hands to take notes about her love life. “Did you have sex with him?” Lysandra could not contain her excitement. “No, Lys!!” “Just asking… why not? Especially if he is so hot.” Aelin stopped in front of the window staring outside and mulling over an explanation. “Because of Rowan.” “Ah… let me guess, he is Scottish man number two.” Aelin sighed and Lysandra took the sound as a yes. “Ok, what’s his deal?” She could ear her friend munching on something. Sweeties of some kind, she bet. Aelin picked up pacing again “We… we had a very bumpy start. He basically hated me, but we are on the mend.” She picked up the last book she took home from the shop. “Sure. Sure. Is he sexy as well?” “He is… so handsome that it hurts. He has silver hair and the most amazing green eyes I have seen in my life.” She closed her eyes for a second and pictured his face and a timid smile appeared on her face. “Silver as in grey? Damn, is he old? Are you contemplating a May-September romance?” “No. His hair is silverish and is as old as me.” “Sexy.” Commented Lysandra laughing. “He has a bookstore and I work at his shop.” She confessed in the end and waited for Lysandra. “You do not.” “I do.” “So extra sexy bonus.” A massive extra bonus. Not only he was extremely attractive physically. She was drawn to him intellectually as well and that was a turn on. They could talk about books for hours, something she had never been able to do with Chaol as he read the only genre of books she hated: crime. “But things are complicated. He has baggage too.” And she knew that was just an excuse to justify her indecision. “Who doesn’t, Aelin. Especially if he is close to you age. What do you expect? If he is as hot as you say, of course he has been with other women.” Aelin sighed again “It’s more complicated than that.” “And I assume you can’t choose.” Lysandra was always spot on. “I… Lys damn…” she felt so frustrated by the situation. “Let it go, darling.” “Elias… is easy to be with. He is aloof. He has baggage as well but he laughs about it. There is very little drama with him. He makes me laugh and he is caring.” “But?” “We kissed but.… it felt wrong. The kiss was good but it just felt wrong.” She had thought about it for a while. Being with him had been easy. Their adventures had been fun and when he was nice to her and it was okay but it never felt fully right. “And what about Rowan.” “I am not sure where we stand. We are both stuck, but when I am with him I feel things, emotions that not even Chaol gave me. He feels right, Lys.” “Have you smooched?” “No. We held each other, he kissed my head. He gave me his hoodie.” She felt like a schoolgirl at her first experience. But maybe there were some advantages to going slow. “I think I have feelings for him. Big damn scary feelings.” “How big?” “I want to kiss him. Badly. Run my hand through his hair. And his arse, Lys… damn that man has the most amazing arse ever.” Lysandra laughed “What about his hands?” “Let’s just say that I want them to do the most despicable things to me.” Lysandra laughed hard in Aelin’s ear “someone is really horny. And Elias does not make you feel like this?” Aelin closed her eyes for a moment and thought about the times they kissed and although the kisses had been good, they had not awakened the same fire. “Nope. I like him but no… not even a spark.” “You want Rowan, Aelin. This is quite clear.” And Aelin knew Lysandra was right. “I don’t want to hurt Elias. He has been nothing but nice to me.” “Ae, you can’t keep them both. From what you told me it sounds like you like Rowan more, but I can’t be the one telling you what to do. You are there and have to decide. Whichever way you go one is going to suffer.” She missed her friend deeply. Lys had always helped her when she was in trouble with something. They were good at brainstorming and Lys had the power to show her what she didn’t want to see. “There is a reason why I always ask you when it comes to men.” Lysandra scoffed “How’s Aedion?” “He is coming over later.” And Aelin laughed. She was happy that Lysandra had finally what she wanted. She deserved it. “So you’re going to spend your day off having sex.” “Oh no, we’ll have lunch and dinner too. Don’t worry.” Aelin looked dat the clock and discovered it was time to go to the shop “hey babe, gotta go. Rowan is expecting me at the bookshop. Thanks fro the chat.” “I am here. Whenever you need me. Just keep me posted.” “I will. Love you.” They said goodbye and Aelin hung up. Then she ran for the shower.

Half and hour later she was on her way to the bookstore. The chat with Lysandra had helped and she thought she had finally made up her mind about which man she wanted by her side. But her heart was not at ease yet. She was not sure if Rowan wanted to be in a relationship again, especially now that they worked together. What happened with Lyria had shaken him a lot she did not think he was ready yet and she was not going to push him. But still, she could not stop thinking at how close they had been the day before. How she had held him at the window. He had not pulled away from her but indulged in the contact with her. Without realising it she had reached the shop. “Morning,” “Nice hoodie.” He said to her pointing at what she was wearing. He had brought back the hoodie after he went back to his place and found her asleep on the sofa as he had ordered. “I think so too.” And she snuggled in it “A guy gave it to me.” ‘How dare he?” Aelin grinned and joined him at the counter. His eyes were alive and the lines of his face were soft, she just wanted to go on her toes and kiss him. badly. “How’s Maeve’s shop?” Rowan nodded “all fine. Fire dept say it’s safe for her to go back to business as normal.”

They were still speaking when a group of tourist made their way into the shop. “Hi,” Aelin greeted them “Let me know if you need something.” A moment later she spotted the shy kid hiding behind his father’s leg. She kneeled in front of him and offered him her hand “Hi, I am Aelin.” The boy’s head peaked out and stared at the woman in front of him. “Marcus.” He replied timidly. “That is a very great name.” And the boy smiled back and moved away from his father. “Do you like books?” The boy nodded. “Can you read already?” Aelin guessed the boy was either four or five and although some kids would start to read at that age it was still a bit early. “Very little.” Answered the father I still read to him at the moment, but he is learning and he is making good progress.” “I think I have something for you.” Aelin stood and went to the kids section and grabbed a book then went back to the family. Kneeled again and gave the book to the boy “This is for you. I think you will like it, if you can’t read it ask your dad, okay?” And brushed her hand in his dark hair. The boy gave her a toothy grin. The boy nodded and in the end he gave her a huge hug and thanked her. “Do you and your husband have kids yet?” The man asked looking at Rowan when he said the word husband. Aelin froze. She turned to Rowan who was laughing silently in his corner while following the scene. “No, not yet.” “Well, you seem a natural around kids. It will help you when you have them.” Aelin stood and let the family continue browse until they left and she and Rowan were alone again. As soon as the shop was empty Rowan folded in two and erupted in a wild laugh. And he kept laughing until he had tears in his eyes. Aelin stared at him from the other side of the counter with her arms folded at her chest. “What’s so funny, husband?” “Your face, wife.” And slowly the laughter calmed down and Rowan began breathing again “I am sorry that was hilarious.” The last spark of laughter bubbled on his lips. She ran to him and started tickling savagely until Rowan wiggled free and ran around the shop with Aelin chasing him. If any passerby saw them from the window they would have thought they had gone insane. He then turned and his hands were ready for his round of tickling. “You are a dead man, Whitethorn.” And Aelin began running until he caught her and pinned her to a bookcase and tickled her. “I yield!” She shouted. She lifted her head and noticed that Rowan’s face was mere centimetres from hers, his pine green eyes sparkling with mirth. He took her breath away. She squeezed out and went back to the desk “I am paying for that book.” “You don’t have to. It was a nice gesture.” She folded her arms again “You might be stubborn but I win, husband.” Rowan’s heart skipped a beat again at hearing her calling him like that. No matter how hard he tried to keep his distance from her, what happened in the shop a few minutes earlier was the clear example of why he couldn’t. Somehow, in a matter of a short period of time she had manage to steal his heart. And he didn’t want to let her go. The bell woke him up from his revelry and Aelin went straight to help the customers. She had been an amazing help. She was fantastic with people and would take her time to offer suggestion to customers looking for idea. She was good at listening and giving the right recommendation. Something that Lyria wasn’t, said his treacherous mind. Sneakily he observed while she was discussing with a woman one of the books in her hands. A realisation sneaked in his heart. He was in love with her. Utterly and completely in love with her. A part of him was terrified at the idea. He recoiled from his thoughts when the woman Aelin was speaking to reached him at the counter with four books. He laughed internally, Aelin was good for business as well. The woman paid and left. “You convinced to buy four books.” Aelin had a smug smile on her face “She had no idea which one to choose but she was intrigued by all of them I gave her a reason for each book for why they were good. In the end she took them all.” She flicked her braid “I am amazing that way.” Rowan lifted his eyebrow in doubt. “Plus, I think she was flirting with me.” Rowan’s eyes bulged in surprise at the statement. “She kept touching my hand on purpose and brush her fingers against it.” She joined him at the counter “Maybe I should chase her and try my luck with a woman.” Rowan froze and his brain betrayed him with some non work friendly images. Aelin burst out laughing at his reaction “You just pictured me having sex with her.” “I did not such thing.” He tried to regain some composure. She moved closer to him and her face was very close “You did.” She winked at him “Imagine me all you want.” Her voice was soft and it sent shivers down Rowan’s spine. Then she went back around the shop tidying up where customers had moved things. Rowan stood in silence realising that she was shamelessly flirting with him.

The afternoon had been busy and they had quite a nice flow of customers. Aelin had worked her magic again and Rowan had a massive grin by the end of the day. “I guess tourist season is starting.” She joined him and she was now wearing his hoodie and a flutter of joy and smugness reached his stomach. “Hug me.” She said surprising him. “Uh?” “Your smell is fading. Hug me so I can top it up. Come on.” She opened her arms in welcome. A moment later she was in his arms, he held her tight, with his chin leaning on her head and he breathed in her scent. She smelled of jasmine and lavender. He only let go when she told him. “Good, I should be fine for a couple of days. But once I wash it you will have to wear it for a while.” Rowan bowed “Of course m’lady.”

She and Rowan had just closed the shop after a long but fun day when she got a text from Elias asking her to meet him. He was down at his usual parking spot and waiting for her. “See you tomorrow.” Said Rowan, touching her hand briefly. Aelin almost grabbed his hand back, craving contact with him. She said goodbye and started walking to the marina. In the distance she spotted his car and he was leaning against it as usual. He was wearing a suit. Probably just came for work. And yes, he was handsome but she noticed that her feelings did not go past that. No spark, no heat. Aelin sighed, she had her answer. She had felt a spark for him at the very beginning, but as soon as her feelings for Rowan had mutated, so had the ones for Elias. “Hi stranger,” he greeted her. He moved toward her for a kiss but Aelin swiftly moved to his side and kissed him on his cheek. The brutal realisation that she didn’t want his lips on her anymore hit her like a train wreck. She noticed his reaction and felt guilty. She had to find the courage to talk to him, to explain. “How was your day?” Aelin asked trying to keep the conversation innocent. “Boring and tiring, and I missed you.” He grabbed her hand and she had to fight the urge to pull back. “I have this effect on people. They can’t stay away from me.” She joked but something passed in his eyes. “That you do.” He closed the distance, an arm sneaked around her waist and pulled her into a brief kiss. Aelin almost pushed him back. She couldn’t. She just couldn’t anymore. When he let her go, she took a step back just to put some distance. “I need to go away for work for a week. I have to be down in Glasgow and I am flying out tomorrow.” Surprise washed over her at the news. She had a week to think about how to break the news to Elias. How to let him down gently without hurting him. That was good. That was really good. “Still too early for dinner, fancy a walk around Lews castle grounds?” “Okay.” She wanted to say no, she had a book to finish and she was dying to discuss it with Rowan but in the end she accepted and they walked in the direction fo the grounds. Always making sure there was a bit of distance between them. She felt bad when h noticed the disappointment in his eyes. Damn, she was a horrible person. Then he noticed her University of Glasgow hoodie. Rowan’s hoodie “I thought you studied in London.” And pointed at the writing. Shit. Shit. Shit. “It’s not mine. It’s Rowan’s…” anger flashed through his eyes. That flicker of emotion had been impossible to miss “I was cold and I left my jacket at home and he lent me his hoodie.” Liar. “What did he study? Book science 101?” And anger rose in her at the comment. “He did bushiness management.” Her reply was almost a growl. “You know quite a lot about him all of a sudden, even share his clothes.” “Where are you going with this, Elias?” Her fist clenched and unclenched at her side. She had punched a man once she had no problems doing it a second time. “We work together. We talk.” “I don’t like the guy, okay?” He confessed. “Ah, but you liked him enough when he helped you pick my book about Callanish. You had no problem with him picking the perfect present and making you look good.” Shock was all over his face “How do you know?” “I am going home. I am tired.” She turned around but he grabbed her hand. “Aelin…” “Have a good week in Glasgow.” She freed herself from his grip walked away and leaving him down at the marina. Round the corner she breathed out and a sob broke out of her. Quickly she walked home and once the door was locked behind her, she slid down the door and sat against it and cried.

[amydancepants-peralta]

10 and 24 for the festive prompts :)

(please excuse me while I hang my head in shame, for this was 1: received last year, and 2: still didn’t manage to appear before Christmas this year.) 🤦🏼‍♀️ Best laid plans really do be elusive, huh?  @ Anon, I'm sorry this is so late, and I hope you’re still around! ♥️ 

Prompts - 10: I don’t care what you say, The Nightmare Before Christmas works for Christmas and Halloween! and 24: Secret Santa is bullshit. 

(for the sake of this story and b99′s vague timelines, this is set pre-manhunter and post-casecation).  (ao3)

all the lights are shining (so brightly everywhere) 

Deck the halls with boughs of holly, fa la la la lah, la la lah lahhh …

Amy sighs, tapping her feet - sadly, trapped in a curled up shoe, and does her best to ignore the jingle that comes from its dangling bell.

Tis the season to be jolly, fa la la la lah, la la lah lahhh …

Christmas Carols have always been a favourite of hers, forever singing along to the melody despite being told by many that she really shouldn’t.  They were joyful and uplifting and reminders of everything wonderful about the holiday season.  But tonight, she’s been standing post for three hours, listening to Z-List celebrity covers of sacred songs of hope; and as a result has spent 85% of her time hatching a plan to find the source of the music and put an end to everyone’s misery.

Don we now our gay apparel, fa la la, fa la la, fa la lahhh …

Jake’s off-key singing voice filters in through her earpiece, and a tiny smile finds it’s way onto her face.  

“Troll the ancient yule-tide carol, fa la la la laaaa, la la la laaa! … Wait, troll?  That can’t be right!  Hey Ames, do you think trolls celebrate Christmas?”

Knowing that answering would blow her cover, Amy remains quiet; nodding slowly both to the beat and her husband’s question as the track fades away and a new atrocity begins.  

Seriously, she needs to find out where this music is coming from.  

From underneath her undercover position as Head Elf of Candy Cane Lane, Amy shifts uncomfortably, resisting the urge to tug down the tinsel edged skirt that hovered just a little too high for her liking.  She wanted to burn the bra she had chosen to wear tonight (digging into her ribcage like it did), save for the fact that it was very expensive and very beautiful, and very much worn this evening with the sole purpose of seducing her husband.

Work had descended into pure madness in the past fortnight, with both her and Jake’s schedules descending from holding relative similarities to polar opposites.  And maybe it was the surplus of romantic movies on every single TV channel, or the scores of advertisements reminding her that the holiday season was for being together with loved ones (for Jake Peralta was most certainly Amy’s Loved One) - either way, Amy had begun to miss spending nights alone with her husband something fierce.  

Tonight’s plan had been so simple, it had barely required a binder.  Wait until it’s nearly Jake’s finish time, don sexy lingerie, cover up with comfy clothes and go pick up her unsuspecting husband from work.  Let him unlock the door when finally home, then jump his bones right there on the couch - giving Jake just enough time to discover the red lacy set and look at her the way he always manages to do - like she’s the most beautiful woman in the world.  Then, sexy timez.  Lots of sexy timez.

And it had all been working so well - until she’d shown up at the precinct unannounced (Jake being too distracted to notice the text she’d sent him), and immediately found herself getting wrapped up in a sting her old squad were devising.  

In a spark of true evil, one of Brooklyn’s most elusive drug runners - Art Akemi - had invented a new way to dodge any of his drug shipments from being discovered; deciding to build candy canes around the narcotics so that to the unaware eye, they would appear completely innocuous.  

Unfortunately, one of his most recent handovers had gotten mixed up with actual candy canes, resulting in several innocent members of the public ending up in hospital with mysterious drug overdoses.  It had taken the 99 and their neighbouring precincts days to piece together Akemi’s plans, and just this afternoon Rosa had been given a lead that suggested a handoff with the kingpin and one of his henchmen would be happening at Santa’s Village that very evening.  

It was brazen, to set up an exchange of illegal narcotics in a public access area - particularly, one frequented by children and families alike - but also completely on brand for someone like Akemi.  The squad needed to work fast, and work smart; running through the finer details of their mission when Amy had arrived.    

And yes, perhaps her FOMOW had reached an all-new peak as she listened to the detectives speak, and perhaps she hadn’t really thought about what she was volunteering herself for - but the next thing Amy knew she was Holly the Christmas Elf, toes squeezed into surprisingly curly shoes as she fielded questions from children and waited for any signs of wrong-doing.   

It has been twenty-five minutes since Santa had disappeared to ‘feed the reindeer’ (aka disappearing to the back docks for a quick drag of a cigarette), and just as Amy was beginning to wonder if a search party needs to be called, she feels a gentle tug on her hand, looking down to find a little boy no older than five gazing up at her with awe.

“D’ya think Santa is busy making da presents?"

His eyes are wide - filled with the kind of awe that every child seems to get when they are lulled by the magic of Christmas - and as Amy crouches to match his diminutive height, she can’t help but notice how the unkempt curls on his head remind her of a photo with a similar aged Jake that Karen had once shown her.

(He had been mid-discovery of a fairy garden, one built by his Nana and immediately claimed as his own, and the sheer joy in his face had made Amy’s heart swell, even years later through the faded colours of an oft-cherished photograph.)

“You know, I bet he is.”  Scanning the crowd for that familiar mixture of red and white but coming up blank, she turns her attention back to the little boy.  “Santa’s magic like that, don’t you think?”

The child’s nod is so enthusiastic the tiny curls on his head begin to bounce, turning quickly as his searching father calls out his name.  “Just a little longer, and you can tell him all of your wishes, okay?”

“Da elf said Santa’d building da presents Daddy!”  The child runs back towards his father’s outstretched hand, and Amy gives the adult an understanding smile as he lifts his son back into his arms.  From his undercover position at a nearby popcorn stand; Jake catches Amy’s eye as she returns to her earlier position, giving him a tiny smile when he throws her a wink.  

The topic of parenthood - of them trying to have a baby, one day - had been mentioned by both more than a few times since their anniversary; and the regular use of the word when rather than if ignited a sense of hope in Amy that made her stomach flutter every single time.  While the enormity of it all still scared Jake - still scared Amy, if she were to be completely honest - what always seemed to remain after each conversation was the understanding that even if it scared them: together they’d figure out how to get through it.  

(Last month’s arrival of Miguel’s baby girl Adamaris, and the sight of Jake cradling her in his careful arms, had definitely not helped, playing on a loop in Amy’s mind for several days after their visit.)

“Nothing beats a bit of Santa magic, hey Santiago?”  Jake’s tone is light and playful, and only serves to remind Amy just how much she’s missed talking to him these last few weeks.  

Rolling her eyes slightly, she tucks her head downward, playing the pretence of adjusting her costume as she speaks into the hidden mic.  “Ha ha, Peralta.  Santa is magic, especially to cute kids like that one.  No way was I going to be the one to burst the Santa bubble.”

With a stuttered gasp, Jake slaps a hand against his chest, and a passing stranger gives him the side eye.  “Wait a minute.  Are you suggesting that Santa is fake?!”  

“Santa is real, Peralta.  As is this very real mission to take down Akemi.  Time to focus up.”  Terry’s firm tone breaks through the earpiece, busting into Jake and Amy’s conversation, and a sheepish grin breaks out on Jake’s face.  

“Right you are, sarge.  This is Super Serious Santa Shutdown Situation.”  Shoving several pieces of popcorn into his mouth, Jake waits a beat before continuing.  “Ames wasn’t wrong, tho.  That kid was a cutie.”

The unspoken addition of but ours will be cuter lingers between them, and Amy feels her skin warm up under Jake’s faraway gaze.  

Maybe this bra was going to come in use after all.  

Rosa’s voice cuts through the unsaid, her tone steady as she moves in closer from her position at a nearby payphone.  “Heads up - Santa’s back.  And it looks like they’ve swapped out their player.”

Immediately switching into detective mode, Jake shields his face from the new Santa’s sight as he passes, already very aware of earlier (unsuccessful) run-in’s with the kingpin.  “That really looks like Akemi.”  

“Santiago, can you get close enough to confirm?”

Handing out Christmas tree shaped cookies to the children milling around her position, Amy glances up just in time to catch the replacement Santa as he walks into the village.  With the cocky swagger of a man who rarely pays any consequences for his actions, this version of Father Christmas looked paler and far more arrogant than the man wearing the costume earlier.  

Pushing past the waiting children with barely any acknowledgment of their tiny hellos, New Santa pauses on his way to his plush red throne; snapping his gum and giving Amy a very jolly (read: creepy) once-over with his eyes.  Glancing quickly in Terry’s direction, she gives a subtle nod.  Akemi’s case file has landed on almost every detective in New York’s desk at one point or another, and she’d recognised that hard gaze anywhere.  

“Well, well, well … don’t you look good enough to sit atop my Christmas tree.”

Acutely aware of their audience, and knowing that the red and white striped stockings covering her legs would definitely be restrictive if she needed to go full ninja on Santa’s ass, Amy quickly chooses to plaster on a bright and shiny grin.  “So glad you’ve made it back from the North Pole, Santa.  We’ve got lots of excited children just bursting to see you!”

“Yeah, whatever.”  Akemi leans in, an unwelcome mixture of tobacco and sweat washing over Amy, and it’s all she can do to not recoil in disgust as he lowers his voice.  “I’m only interested in one thing, lady, and once I got it I’m outta here.  But don’t you worry, there’ll be plenty of room on my sleigh for you.”

“Ok.  I don’t give a damn about any Christmas magic, Ames.  If he tries to make you kiss him under that mistletoe, I swear to god I will punch Santa right in the face.”

“Cool it, Peralta.”  Terry’s clenching jaw is almost audible in his response, and Amy takes a slow and calming breath, safe in the knowledge that her squad most definitely has her back. 

“Right.  Yep.  Cool it.   Cool cool cooling it.”  Each member of the team watches from their position as Santa saunters over to his seat, throwing several finger guns to waiting mothers as he goes; and Jake lets out a snort of disgust.  “So … has everyone gotten their Secret Santa present organised yet?  Rosa, you need some shopping tips?”

“No.  Secret Santa is bullshit.”

“It’s a fun holiday tradition that you are definitely participating in and if you picked my name I’d really love a voucher for that sneaker store on 28th.”

“I don’t have you, Peralta.”

“Yep.  No problemo.  Just saying.  In case you do.”

To her right, Amy notices Terry’s unmissable frame break through the crowd.  “Heads up, guys.  Looks like Santa’s buddy has found his way into the queue.”  With his wooly beanie and scores of shopping bags clutched in his hands, their sergeant blended in relatively easily as just another father doing some last minute panic shopping; but they all knew one flex of his oversized muscles would break that facade fairly easily.  

A silence falls over the comms as they watch Santa breeze through child after child, giving them barely any attention as his target draws closer; and slowly both Jake and Rosa close the gap from the other sides.  

Pulling out a poorly wrapped parcel and handing the gift to Akemi, the unshaven man at the front of the queue feigns surprise when Santa reaches into the sack next to his throne, handing the supposed stranger an oversized bag of ‘candy canes’.  

“There’s the exchange.  Boyle, can you confirm you got the footage?”

“With a beautiful slow zoom that really captures the thrum of festive anticipation hovering amongst the crowd, sarge.”

Cringing slightly, Jake shakes his head at Charles’ description as his eyes follow the bag of candy canes, their new recipient now walking at a steady pace towards the exit.  “We’re going to lose this guy if we don’t move now.”  

“Go, Peralta.  Diaz, you run backup.  Amy and I will take care of Santa.”

With a grin, Jake breaks into a fast walk, already focused in his pursuit.  “Alright, taking down a bad Santa in a public environment.  Now it feels like Christmas!”

“We’re going to wait until Akemi has left the village, Peralta.  You know, try not to break a bunch of children’s hearts?”

“You do you, Terry!”  

*

*

There are still remnants of festive glitter in Amy’s hair as she and Jake walk up the stairs of their apartment building several hours later, both of them slightly weary from the hours of paperwork and debriefing that took place after Santa’s Village.  

“Boy, bet thats the last time you come to the precinct and pick me up on your night off, huh Ames?”  The apology is obvious in Jake’s tone, and Amy glances over her shoulder to give him a reassuring smile.  Even if it hadn’t been in her original plan, she still got to spend the night hanging with her husband (although in a slightly different capacity than originally planned), and she was choosing to count that as a win.  (A small win, but a win all the same.)

“Yeah, maybe.”

“I’m really sorry you got pulled into all of that, babe.  I just didn’t see your message in time, or I would have … hey, Ames?”  The touch of his hand against her forearm is gentle, pulling her in with the quiet strength she knows her husband to possess, and Amy turns towards Jake without hesitation.  His eyes search her face, immediately seeing through her concealed defeat, and he really is the only one for her.  “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, it’s fine.  I just …” she feels a blush rush over her cheeks again, suddenly feeling ridiculous as she thinks of how to divulge her secret plan.  The underwire from the damn bra digs into her skin again as she squirms, and if tonight has taught Amy anything, it’s why lingerie like this is only designed to stay on until your partner rips it off seconds after reveal.  

“Babe?”

“It just feels like forever since we’ve had a night at home, just the two of us.”  Jake’s brows knit, and Amy leans in to rest both hands against her husbands chest.  “And I know that work has been crazy lately, and that it’ll eventually calm down again, I just … I’d sorta planned on tonight going differently once you were home.”

“Oh god, and instead you ended up in a glittery elf costume with a creep leering at you.”  Left hand slapping against his face in shame, Jake shakes his head in obvious frustration. 

“I mean, we can mainly blame my FOMOW for that, babe.  It doesn’t matter, really.  If I hadn’t been there, you might have gotten home even later so when you think about it, it’s way better we - mmfph -” the rest of Amy’s argument stops in it’s tracks as Jake pulls her in for a kiss, the gentle but insistent press of his lips against hers casting any other thoughts far to the side. 

The familiar touch of his hands as they roam against the outline of her butt causes Amy to melt entirely in Jake’s arms, resting her arms against his steady shoulders as her fingers slide into his hair.  This - these tiny moments where the world seemed to fade away and all she could feel was Jake - was what she’d been craving for weeks.  

Jake sighs against her lips, letting her tongue slip into his mouth as he shuffles ever so closer to her, and maybe he’d been missing this just as much as she.  

“So,” Jake whispers as he pulls away from the kiss, leaning in to brush his lips against Amy’s once more.  “Time to get this night back in track.”  Another kiss.  “What kind of plans did you make for us, Santiago?”

“Lets just say … the lingerie I’ve got on under here is going to blow your mind, Peralta.”

“Going to blow your mind, title of our sex tape.”

Amy nods, biting her lower lip as she steps out of Jake’s embrace, gesturing towards their apartment.  “But it’s also really uncomfortable.  C’mon, let's get inside before it ends up in the dumpster.”

Jake’s footsteps echo behind Amy’s, hands landing on her hips as she digs for the keys.  “I’m declaring it now, Ames.  Tomorrow night we’re both leaving early and staying in for movie night at home.  Phones off, popcorn, everything for the full movie experience.  We can watch Die Hard and Love Actually and Nightmare before Christmas …”

Amy’s nose crinkles at the last movie, unlocking their front door and tugging her husband through as it swings open.  “Didn’t we watch that last one for Halloween?”

“I don’t care what you say, The Nightmare Before Christmas works for Christmas and Halloween!”

“Jake …”  

“Christmas is literally in the title, babe!”

Pulling him closer, Amy takes a leaf out of her husband’s handbook, silencing him with a definitely not PG rated kiss now that the risk of being discovered by a neighbour had slimmed to none.  

Jake’s arms wrap around her middle in response, holding Amy close as her fingers begin to trace the edge of his buttons, and she lets out a sigh of satisfaction that finally her initial plan was coming to fruition.  

Next time, though, she might add a sub-section into the binder about potential diversions, and how to avoid them (not join them) - FOMOW be damned.  This stuff was way more fun.

[bangtancentricsblog]

GoodGirsl AU

min yoongi x f reader

i had this thought while watching the latest episode of GoodGirls on NBC.

tagging @boymeetsweevil this isn’t part of my plan but i was feeling it and bam here it is

The park is empty, and why wouldn't it be when it's past 10 PM on a Sunday. Still it’s nice, you think as you bask in the cool breeze that's picked up in the past half hour you’ve sat at the picnic table. You shouldn't think too much, it makes you question your actions over the last year and a half but you shouldn't. It's not that you regret them, couldn't even be tempted to because the truth is you don’t. Sure you’d endangered your best friends but they’d needed the money just as bad as you had. Jisoo with her failing marriage, Lisa with her mounting debt and you a single mother who worked way too many hours and didn't have enough time to spend with your sweet little boy. So you’d gotten mixed up with some bad guys, it hadn't been your decision to rob the grocery store, but you wouldn't let Lisa take the blame either. 

So imagine your surprise when a handsome albeit petite man shows up at your door, a single brow arched as he takes you in. He’d been quick to let himself in, on a Wednesday morning no less. He’s accompanied by another man one who easily towers over both of you they pace the length of your small but humble living room the shorter of the two stops to take in some picture frames you have on the wall. 

“can i help you?” you ask crossing your arms at your chest. 

“yes, actually i’m here because you stole money from me.” the shorter one says looking over his shoulder at you. 

“i think you have me mistaken.” 

“nah, i’m sure i have the right person. how about you RM, what do you think?” 

“seems right to me boss.” 

“see, so why don’t we take a seat and have a nice little chat ____.” he says taking a seat in the armchair across from your couch. Your eyes have widened significantly because this stranger not only knows your name but he tracked you down all the way to your house. He doesn’t say anything just waits patiently for you to take your seat gaze fixed to the stiff peaks of your nipples since you were sans bra. You do as he says slowly lowering your body onto the couch, your gaze darting down the hall just in case. RM stands in front of the door blocking your only escape should you even think about it. Instead you turn your attention to the man who had addressed you the one RM had called Boss. 

“I didn’t know.” you say and hope that the fear you feel isn't evident in your eyes. 

“It doesn’t matter now, what matters is that i want it back.” he says voice cool drifting into your ears and its oddly soothing. He speaks slowly as if he has all the time in the world, as if speaking to a child. He speaks in a way that you know he means business, the tone is non threatening but one you can easily recognize is respected. 

“i understand that, but i don’t have all of it.” you say just as your son Jaehyun comes sleepily shuffling down the hall. He whines rubbing at his eyes and easily making his way to you taking no note of the tense atmosphere he’s just walked into. 

“mama.” he says pulling himself onto the couch and snuggling into your lap, your arms wrap around him automatically a hand running through his hair as he sighs before falling back asleep.

“you have four days ____, i don’t care how you do it.” he says gaze falling to your son before he stands and leaves you alone in the apartment. 

You don’t get the full amount in time, but he takes pity on you, if thats what you could call it. Lisa spends a good time calling him sexy while you do all sorts of odd jobs for him, but it does get better, he eventually cuts you in and pays you a decent amount. You’ve gotten to spend more time with Jaehyun since working for him and you don’t mind as much as you thought you would. You learn his name in Yoongi when he finally thinks he can trust you and he’s actually really charming, underneath all the bravado he likes to cloak himself in. 

Jisoo likes to think that your new employer has a bit of a crush on you and even though you deny if, you can’t help but hope that maybe he might. He sweet with Jaehyun and most days (when your not working) he’s sweet with you too. The two of you had been tip toeing the line of something more for the past year and a half now. Which is why you hadn’t hesitated in showing up to the meeting place when he’d texted you after putting your son to bed nearly two hours ago. You’d asked Lisa to watch him, she had wiggled her brows at you as you hurriedly shimmied into a pair of jeans and a cuter top claiming this was reminiscent to when you’d been crushing on Jeahyun’s father. 

You didn’t pay her much mind, especially with what had happened between and the Y chromosome that had made up your baby. You’d promised her you’d be back soon as the door closed behind you and now here in the cold staring up at the starless sky you wondered if maybe you had been stood up. A chuckle slipped past your lips because Lisa had been right, you’d been acting like a school girl with a crush on a very dangerous man and by now you should’ve learned your lesson. Bad boys were meant to be stayed away from, not fallen in love with.

“god i’m so stupid.” you sighed watching the way your breath curled in the breeze before disappearing. 

“i wouldn’t say that.” Yoongi murmurs as he takes a seat beside you instead of the usual in front of you.

“i didn’t think you were going to come.” you say, tone falling into something more neutral, something safe.

“i got caught up.” he’s looking at you, you can feel the way his gaze takes in your side profile. Even here in the dim of the moonlight he thinks your beautiful, you’re made of the purest of diamonds, a woman fit to rule beside him. He knows he’s toed the line too long, longed to touch, to taste, to please you in the way a king would his queen. Because that’s what you’ve become to him, his queen and RM had called him crazy for taking someone so pure so unlike them under his wing. Hadn’t approved of the way he’d groomed you to play the part, hadn’t liked the way he’d softened around your son who he could see himself raising as his own. To put it simply he likes you, and the fact that you seemed to be made for this life, his life made it all the easier to fall into your soft touch. 

“we could’ve rescheduled.” you mumble resting your cheek in an open palm and finally turning your head to meet his stare. 

“we could’ve, but i couldn’t wait anymore.” he says before he leans in and kisses you. Its a hard press of his lips against yours at first, he waits a beat, until you kiss him back to really kiss you. Its tongue and teeth and soft whimpers, his hands pulls your body closer to his, till your almost sitting in his lap. Your hands have tangled in his hair his own rest on the nape of your neck and another has slipped underneath your sweater his fingers spread over the skin of your waist feeling the softness under his fingertips. You want to do more, you want him to fuck you, here in the park, in his car you don’t care as long as he does. 

You’re so lost in your thoughts you don’t realize he’s pulled away first lower lip between his teeth soothing his tongue over the swollen flesh before really pulling away with a light kiss. Your hands pull at his hair and he hisses at the feeling but you want more, no you need more, you need him. 

“___, look at me” he whispers in that tone that always gets to you, the one that you’ve imagined when you touched yourself to the thought of him. Your gaze settles the fog clearing slightly when you finally meet his stare. Its now that you realize your chest is heaving, your lungs crying out for the air they’ve been deprived of for who knows how long. He’s still holding you close breath fanning over your lips and cheeks, his nose nuzzling yours teasing you with the prospect of another kiss. “i have to go now, but i’ll let you know when we can meet again.” he says thumb running over the round of your cheek. You nod mutely your brain still playing catch up, he pulls away from you completely helping you up and walking you to your car. He’s leaning through the window, you don’t remember getting in but your seat belt is buckled and he’s speaking to you. 

“Be a good girl for me and head straight home, okay?” he asks planting another kiss to your lips this one is softer less desperate his tongue caresses yours muffling your whine when he starts to pull away a smile quirking at his lips. You gaze dreamily at him as he rises walking backwards to his own car thats shrouded in the darkness “Drive safe mama.” 

[thotantics]

⚤   pairing — reader + Kim Namjoon

✎ word count — 2,224

✦ genre — smut, pwp

✗ warnings  — graphic description of sex, voyeurism, mutual masturbation (male + female), unsafe sex (always wear condoms folks)

[requested] I’m so glad requests are open again. Thank you for feeding us with your writing. 😘 Here’s my request: Reader Kim Namjoon / F6 / E15 Voyeurism (not sure if that counts as exhibitionism)            

[A/N] this is unedited and unwarranted and entirely unnecessary i was just having a lot of feelings ab my daddy im sorry :(((

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You know he’s there almost immediately. His heavy footfalls turn into soft, deliberate steps when he realizes where you are, and you hear a brief intake of breath before he truly goes silent. Smiling to yourself in the mirror, you take your time brushing your wet hair, fresh from the shower, the bathroom all steamed up.

It’s not often that you find yourself staring at your reflection with that look in your eyes. A look of desire and a twinkle of mischievousness. Something about his eyes on you always made you feel like this - daring and sexy. Nobody held more power on the planet than you when Namjoon sought you out, when he spotted you from across the room and had to pause and just watch you exist in the simplest, rawest version of yourself.

No makeup, no work clothes, no date clothes, no shyness crinkling at the corner of your eyes and making you bite your lip, naked and flushed from the heat of the shower head cascading down your body for at least a good hour. You felt fully brand new, exfoliated head to toe and your hair deep conditioned and falling over your shoulders in a silky waterfall, dripping down the curve of your back as you loosen the towel.

From the door frame, Namjoon is struggling to keep quiet. He doesn’t realize you’ve already clocked him standing there and with a tight fist pressed over his mouth, he watches the towel pool around your feet. You’re visible to him from the far left, mostly from the back. He drinks in the curve of your back leading down to the plumpness of your ass, the smoothness of your legs, the side of your breast and in the mirror he can see the soft pucker of your nipples and the way your eyes graze over your own form.

You bite gently at your lip, as if you like what you see in the mirror just as much as Namjoon in the doorway. His heart thunders in his chest when you arch a brow at your reflection, a hand smoothing over the softness of your belly and briefly moving between your legs. His dick responds immediately to the touch of your hand even though you’re easily 10+ feet away as if it was him you were grazing your fingers against. His eyes squint, trying to focus on your reflection in the mirror to see what you’re doing but before he can get a good look, you withdraw your hand from the apex of your thighs. He’s almost disappointed, at least until you bring your fingers up into your line of vision, deliberate as you study them from every angle, letting the light catch the way they glisten with your arousal, and then you press the two middle fingers of your left hand into your open mouth and suck.

Part of the power that his gaze gives you is how easily it is to break him. You hear the creak of the door frame, or maybe a loose step in the hall, and you just know he’s clinging onto the surface, shifting his weight, you can practically feel his eyes burning into you as you stick out your tongue and deliberately lick up and down the length of your fingers. You can’t see him unless you were to turn your head over your left shoulder, the mirror in front of you cuts off at this angle just before the bathroom door is in sight, but you can see him in your minds eye, brows furrowed, knees wobbly, cock straining in his pants.

It fuels you endlessly, knowing how easily he weakens to you. As easy as one, two, three. Drop the towel. Find your confidence. Taste yourself.

It’s unfortunate for Namjoon that you feel so mischievous, trailing spit slicked fingers down your torso until you’re rubbing through your slick folds once more, this time with more intention. It’s not hard to keep your eye on the reflection of the mirror, head tilted to the side and a smile curving your lips as you finger yourself in earnest. Part of you is watching, wondering what he sees in you that makes him as crazy as you know he’s bound to be now.

There’s nothing above average in your appearance, as far as you can tell, but Namjoon is standing just outside in the hall, nails biting into the wood of the door frame, going gaga over the show you’re putting on for him. The rise and fall of your breasts is appealing, you note, lifting your hand to palm one and then the other, smoothing your fingers over your nipples until they harden into tight little peaks. The slick sounds of your sex as you plunge your fingers below your clit, teasing at your entrance is even more so appealing. You can’t resist pulling your hand back for another taste, moaning quietly just for added effect.

Namjoon is straining in his pants to get to you already. It takes every muscle in his body tensing up for him to not move forward into the bathroom, blowing his cover and revealing himself. But he’s invested and he wants to see how far you’re going to go.

In front of the full length mirror, you turn and move the cushioned chair from in front of your makeup area, settling down on it and splaying open your legs wide. Namjoon’s got a full view of everything you have to offer - dripping and swollen, enticingly pink, your fingers pressing into your opening and pulling back just to switch hands. You smooth the slick of your arousal over one breast, massaging at your nipple and use your non-dominant hand to fuck yourself.

You pause long enough to scoot even closer to the mirror, propping one foot up on the side of the sink, uncaring how lewd and debauched you looked displaying yourself like this. Without even being able to see his face, you know Namjoon’s losing it and it fuels you beyond measure. Knowing he can see your pussy spread open, your cunt dripping around your digits noisily fucking into your hole, your hand guiding your nipple, slick with arousal, to meet your extended tongue.

It’s with a surge of power that you continue on, moaning, gasping, fingering yourself head first towards an orgasm all while you stare at yourself in the mirror, knowing Namjoon’s just out of eyesight and watching everything go down. The fact that he’s still trying to remain hidden excites and delights you, and it’s hidden in the sound of your own moans that you can distantly hear the unmistakable sound of a zipper coming undone.

He tried to duck farther into the hallway so the sound was more muted, tried to time the zipper with your moans to mask it, but he can’t move too far away lest he be unable to see, and that’s just not something he’s prepared to give up. But Namjoon’s too far gone to not shove his hand into his pants and free his cock. He can’t resist any longer, the strain in his erection was painful as he watched your greedy pussy swallow three of your fingers. He almost felt jealous, he wanted it so bad.

With a fist gripped tight around his tip, Namjoon milked a heavy drop of precum out the tip of his cock and spread it hurriedly down the length to lubricate himself. Eyes focused on your soaking cunt, he’s quickly frustrated with the lack of wetness on his member and spits into his palm for some sort of relief.

You hear him spitting and it takes everything in you to not laugh, tossing your head back and shutting your eyes, focusing on rubbing tight circles on your clit instead. It’s easy to distract yourself when you think more on the fact that he’s watching you masturbate and couldn’t resist jerking himself off. You’re thrilled with this new development, and in the midst of your excitement you feel yourself starting to cum.

Namjoon watches all the while he pumps his fist fast and tight over his dick, matching the pace that you’ve set from your seat on the vanity chair, chest flushed and breathing rapid, your eyes wild as you lower your head back down, staring at the way your fingers move frantically over your clit. He knows you’re about to cum instantly and he picks up the speed, jerking himself off harder and faster, his breath hitching in his throat.

“F-fuck...Namjoon-!”

The sound of his name leaving your lips is all it takes for him to completely snap. He’s storming into the bathroom on a mission after hiding in the shadows the whole time, waiting to see what you would do. He doesn’t care anymore in that moment, throwing his plans out instead for the taste of your mouth. He grips onto your hair at the back of your head and tips your head back when he reaches you, clashing his mouth to yours and swallowing down your moans and the soft sound of surprise you make when he finally comes into view in the mirror.

You cum on your fingers as he kisses you, his dick hard and leaking across your left breast as you moan wantonly into his mouth. You feel him twitch and throbbing, one hand flying out to stroke him as your body contorts with the pleasure coursing through you.

Namjoon moans low as he pulls back, watching you rub the aftershocks of your orgasm in small circles around your clit, but he doesn’t give you a second to collect yourself before he’s dragging you up out of the chair and looming over you, forcing you to walk backwards until your back is against the wall.

“You did that on purpose.” He states, hiking one of your legs high over his waist and guiding his cock through your slick folds. “You knew I was there.”

You smile at him in response, but it fades into a look of shocked pleasure, mouth falling open in a silent moan, brows knitting together as he rockets himself inside of you in one slick motion.

“Such a fucking tease.” Namjoon grunts, but a smile etches across his features as he smooths a hand up your thigh, gripping your opposite leg and wrapping it, too, around his waist so you’re pressed up against the cool tile of the bathroom wall, pinned between it and his chest. He’s still fully clothed, only taking the time to get his cock out and something about the material of his jeans and black shirt rubbing against your dewy, naked body is making you dizzy. Or maybe it’s the fact that you had just cum seconds before and he was pounding away at you like he was going to pump you full of his cum any second that was making you dizzy?

Your head lolls forward onto his shoulder while he grunts and pants into your ear, hammering you with his cock so hard and fast and deep that your tailbone is bruising against the tile at your lower back but you don’t even care. You cling onto him, so soon after the first orgasm that your body is in shock but you feel the tension snap in your lower belly. A flood gate opens and surges through your veins, pulsing with pleasure and heat, spiking right where you’re joined and spreading to the top of your head and the tips of your toes.

The second orgasm is a thousand times better. The relief you feel, cumming around his cock, as opposed to the needy, desperate way your cunt had clung to your fingers. They’re never enough. They could never fill you the way Namjoon does. He fucks you through your second orgasm, and you bite into his shoulder as he sends you hurtling toward overstimulation. Before you can do more than sob through your clenched teeth, you feel his hips stutter against you.

“Cum in me,” You beg him, hands digging into his hair and hoisting your upper body back enough so you can hold your face tightly to his own, begging for his cum against his mouth. “Please, Joon, cum in me..”

His hands crash your body to him as tightly as humanly possible, his knees weakening. You feel him draw you away from the bathroom wall just enough that you feel a spike of fear in your chest thinking maybe you’ll fall, but he steadies himself with a grunt, cock pulsing as he cums in thick bursts inside of you. He plants on hand on the wall at the side of your head, bowing his head onto your shoulder, hips rutting wildly as he finishes himself off, your pussy milking his dick for every drop that he had to give you until he finished with a shiver that went all the way down his back.

Namjoon’s body stills like this, breathing heavy and bowed over you, his breath fogging up your skin where your neck meets your shoulder. He’s so still for so long that you find yourself laughing, tapping out on his shoulder blade.

“Baby, my legs are going numb.” You laugh.

He sits you down carefully, arms shaking lightly from the strain, and when his eyes meet yours, he smiles brightly at you.

[supremeuppityone]

Written for Klaroline Valentine's Day Bingo 2020 @kcvalentinesbingo

Prompt: “A dare is a dare.”

Author’s note: This is the much-requested sequel to Chapter 63: Drowning Secrets in the Sea, found in my Klaroline series, A Beautiful Symmetry.

Warning: Casual references to drugs

Please review here.

           “This is your idea of an adventure?”

           Caroline whipped her head around, mouth curving up into a pleased grin as she took in Klaus’ rumpled appearance. “Your university’s still skimping on the travel budget, huh? You know, just because they pay for coach doesn’t mean you have to fly it.”

           “Not all of us can afford first class, sweetheart,” Klaus replied, pulling Caroline to her feet and playfully spinning her around the cramped basement.

           She kissed one of his dimpled cheeks, suddenly giddy and hopeful. He was here. She honestly hadn’t known what to expect when she sent him the artifacts and GPS coordinates. “Seriously? Just because I fly first class, doesn’t mean I actually pay for it.” At his amused chuckle, she allowed herself to press into him, his warmth and familiar scent washing over her. She’d missed him more than she’d cared to admit. It only had been a couple of weeks since he’d let her walk away, angry and hurt by what she’d done.

           “Are you still mad at me,” she asked tentatively, stepping away to give herself a bit of space for this conversation.

           He hesitated, running his fingers through his disheveled curls a few times before he finally spoke. “You pretended to be an archeologist to gain access to priceless artifacts that my father commissioned you to steal. You could’ve ruined my academic career — everything I’ve ever worked for.”

           She bowed her head, her heart sinking in her chest. Did he come all this way just to tell her off?

           “But then you also didn’t go through with it and came back to save my life,” he continued, his tone a bit shaky. “I’ve missed you every moment since you left,” he confessed, standing in front of her once more, his touch tender as he caressed her cheek. “And I’m tired of missing you, love.”

           Their kiss was nothing like their first one — while that night in the bar had been hesitant, now their kiss was frantic; fueled by the past deception and a tentative promise of forgiveness. He tasted like her future. And Caroline had no intention of walking away from it twice. “I missed you too,” she admitted, placing kisses along his jawline.

           It was when he started to untie the silken knot at her waist that she snapped back to reality. With a sigh of regret, she gently pushed away, telling him, “We’ll need to pick this up later — a business associate is meeting me here in a minute.”

           Klaus looked skeptically around the dusty room, asking, “What sort of business meeting could you have down here?”

           “The private kind.” She considered him carefully, bending down to scoop up a few dusty books and folders to shove into his arms. “So, I don’t want you to freak out, but we’re meeting a kind of go-between for a gunrunnermobbossguy — but don’t worry! He’s totally safe and I’ve worked with him before.” She winced as she saw his gray eyes grow wide with alarm despite the fact that she’d hoped her rapid-fire words wouldn’t really register.

           “Did you just say we’re meeting with a ‘gunrunner mob boss’? Bloody hell, Caroline!”

           She rolled her eyes, checking her watch as she corrected him. “He’s a go-between. He’s not actually a gunrunner mob boss. He just works for one.”

           “How is that any better? And how are you going to explain me? What’s my cover?”

           Caroline snorted. Klaus was adorable when he panicked. “Calm down, James Bond. You’re playing the role of a nervous archaeologist completely out of his depth. Something tells me you’ll pull that off beautifully.” At his grumpy expression, she impulsively poked one of his dimples, telling, him, “Where’s your adventurous spirit? You know you want to embrace it — otherwise you wouldn’t be here.”  

           “I’d thought we’d start with dinner,” he mumbled, a hint of a smile starting to appear the longer he looked at her.  

           “Perhaps you can postpone your plans a bit, mate? We’re on a bit of a deadline,” interrupted a cocky voice as heavy footsteps finished descending the stairs into the basement.

           Caroline instantly went into her work persona, adapting her stance and demeanor to best put Galen at ease. “Galen Vaughn, you slimy bastard, the next time you let me borrow a grappling hook, make sure you didn’t break off one of the ends on Kangchenjunga Peak.”

           His blue eyes crinkled with mirth, cuffing her on the shoulder as he said jovially, “You managed a’right, didn’t you, lass? If memory serves, you repaid me in kind when you sold me out to the Germans.”

           “Looks like it worked out alright for you — considering you’re now their go-between.” Sharpening her tone slightly, she decided to move the meeting along. “Tell me the specs and deadline.”

           “Two spear points about 12 centimeters each. Day after next.” He nodded toward Klaus. “Who’s this?”

           Caroline kept her tone light as she explained, “This is Klaus, my expert. He’ll authenticate on-site.”

           As though to make up for her non-committal introduction, Klaus sprang forward, shaking Galen’s hand a bit too enthusiastically. “I’m an archaeologist. I can identify artifacts from 3000 BC to AD 500. While my main expertise in in classical antiquity, I have completed extensive fieldwork in Bronze and Iron Age dig sites. In fact, I lectured extensively on the evolution of the battle ax and advanced smelting techniques. It actually was quite fascinating how groundbreaking their metalsmiths were...” he trailed off, somewhat self-conscious when he noted Caroline’s indulgent smile. “Anyway...I uh, like...old things.”

           Did Klaus purposely make his accent deeper because Galen has a Scottish accent? “Right. As you can see, we’ve got this,” she told Galen dryly.

           “I’m impressed you’d take such an eager partner,” Galen replied skeptically, “he seems quite green, lass.”

           Since it looked like Klaus was squaring off to punch a friend of one of the most dangerous mobs in Eastern Europe, Caroline hastily shook Galen’s hand, sealing their deal. “Day after next,” she told him solemnly. He left with little more than a curt nod, his jovial demeanor instantly replaced by a more disquieting nature. Such was the way of this business.

           “Bollocks. Between the dodgy codes and the wanker with the pretentious facial hair, I’m a bit lost as to our mission, sweetheart.”

           She cheerfully answered, “It’s no big deal — we just need to infiltrate a party tonight and steal some Bronze Age artifacts so we can sell them to this gunrunner mob boss I know.” At his incredulous expression, she winked and added, “And you have stubble too.”

           “Clearly mine’s better.”

           Caroline softened her tone, noting the wariness in Klaus’ gray eyes. “If you want out, I get it. No hard feelings, ok?”

           “It’s not that; I’d just like to know what I’m getting into.” His gaze was penetrating, as though searching for something. “Why put yourself in danger? There’s a larger gain than just riches, isn’t there?”

           She crossed her arms, not comfortable giving so much of herself away. But she needed to learn. “Mikael took my mother off the donor’s list so that I’d work for him. When I killed him, I lost my one chance to get her name restored. My only option is a black-market kidney and this job will get me the cash I need to make that happen.”

           The kiss he gave her was electric; it burned her all the way to her toes and she arched into him, a tiny little moan escaping. “Does this mean you’re in?”

           That devilish smirk of his was all the answer she needed.

                               _________________________________  

           The estate was stubbornly built on the marshes along the coast of the Baltic Sea, proving that even the immensely wealthy could be ignorant dipshits. Caroline critically eyed the tall rooftops of the main house and its surrounding buildings, the crooked lines wordlessly demonstrating that everything was slowly sinking, eventually to be reclaimed by the sea. She could feel Klaus tensing beside her, and she patted his arm affectionately. “Relax — the doorman is barely coherent after his wild night at the Hunter’s Mark. He’s barely going to glance at our invitation, and even if he did, it’s been expertly forged.” She gave him a sly wink, adding, “By me.”

           “How do you know what he was up to last night,” he whispered back, eyes darting around the ornate courtyard of marble statues.

           “Because I paid off his dealer to ensure he never ran out,” she answered matter-of-factly, favoring the pale, sweaty doorman with a sunny smile as she handed over the ivory parchment invitation she’d painstakingly threaded with gold along the borders to match the genuine ones. As she suspected, they were waived inside with barely a glance, and she smugly handed Klaus a champagne flute.

           “Impressive,” he murmured, casting curious glances around the immense ballroom with its 10-piece orchestra quietly playing chamber music.

           “Yeah, they’re pretty impressive. The Martins have been running drugs out of Kiel for decades; their territory is perfectly situated to take advantage of the port. They launder much of their profits with a string of online boutiques set up by the younger siblings, Greta and Luka,” she murmured, snatching a smoked salmon canape from a silver serving tray.

           Klaus seemed to slowly relax as he acclimated to his surroundings, a bemused look on his face as he eyed the cascading fountain of champagne flowing from a beautifully crafted ice sculpture in the center of the room. “I meant you were impressive, sweetheart. You’re brilliant, remarkably talented, and adventurous — enviable qualities the rest of the world only dreams of possessing.” He leaned in, his accented voice low and sexy as he added, “Not to mention your ethereal, utterly enchanting beauty.”

           There went her heart doing that fluttery thing again. He already was wearing the hell out of that Tom Ford tuxedo, but then to have him whisper those things — things that maybe she’d heard before but no one ever really meant — made her want to shove him into that gold leaf and pearl-tiered cake and lick the buttercream off.

           As though pleased she was rendered momentarily speechless, Klaus suddenly gripped her waist, spinning her onto the polished marble floor. His touch was commanding, but not forceful, which she appreciated. Almost as much as his smooth muscles underneath her touch.  The red satin of her dress wound its way between them as Klaus performed surprisingly intricate footwork.

           At her small gasp of surprise, Klaus flashed her a dimpled smirk. “I may have a few moves.”

           “Nice moves,” she said, a bit breathless as he led her through a reverse spin that had her momentarily crowded against his chest. She couldn’t help but rest her palm against his chest. Firm, but it was more than that — he felt like a steady person. Someone she could trust. “Mystic Falls, Virginia.” At his questioning brow, she explained, “It’s where I’m from. Well, we bounced around a lot of big cities when I was a kid, but that’s where we finally stayed.” She hesitated, unsure of how he’d react. It was a big step — and one she’d never taken before. “My mom still lives there...maybe, um, you’d like to meet her?”

           At Klaus’ stunned silence, she hurriedly backtracked, telling him, “No, I get it — it’s probably way too soon for that. I’vejustneverbeenlikethiswithanyone and I’m not sure what the steps are. But I can figure it out. Seriously, I can be good at steps. All the steps. Probably. It’s just that I need to head back there for a bit once we get our business here settled and her kidney secured and I know it’s a lot to ask —”

           “I’d be honored,” he quickly answered, kissing her soundly. “And it’s certainly not a chore to get to know you better, love,” he admonished when he broke the kiss, dipping her until she giggled with relief.

           Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a slight commotion as the aerial silk acrobats had arrived and were starting to set up in the main courtyard. Perfect. “Follow me,” she whispered in his ear, casually leading him down a narrow corridor full of priceless artwork resplendent with inlaid lapis lazuli and hammered silver frames. “While most of the guests are distracted, we need to get what we came for — two Bronze Age spear points.”

           They stopped in front of a tall glass case, admiring the artifacts perched on a carved ebony pedestal. “They were unearthed in the muddy riverbed of the Tollense Valley. It’s a unique find for the region, marking a significant battle around 3200 years ago. Archaeometallurgical studies have pinpointed the geological origin of the metals’ composition, which means you can trace the route these spear points took to get to the valley.”

           “Except determining the geological origin of the metals isn’t infallible when you take into consideration the various ore ingots used along trade routes as currency. So, your premise, while admirable, is flawed.”

           “My premise is flawed?! Are you seriously discounting all of the cutting-edge work Drs. Maxfield and Branson published in the American Journal of Archaeology? Or the Nordic Bronze Age metallurgy expertise of Dr. Hildegard,” Caroline hissed, feeling her temper rise. She’d just started to recite the latest research statistics on copper-based metals across Bronze Age Europe when she noticed the tips of his ears growing red. Suddenly, she burst into giggles at the ridiculousness of the situation.

           Klaus’ confusion gave way to amusement as he too started chuckling. “We’re never going to agree, are we?”

           “Nope. But where’s the fun in that,” she asked, leaning over to kiss him soundly on the lips. She broke off the kiss with a twinkle in her eye, sticking out her leg to take advantage of the deep slit in her dress in order to access her lock pick kit. She deftly worked at the enormous mechanism lock behind the glass case, rolling her eyes at the Martins’ foolish assumption that bigger was better when it came to security.

           The interlocking tumblers easily gave way, and as she carefully opened the glass door, Klaus murmured, “You make burglary sexier than it has any right to be, sweetheart.”

           “Sweet talker,” Caroline replied fondly, delicately sliding the spear points into the leather strap across her thigh. “If you’re lucky, I might let you help me remove these later. Artifacts require such a gentle touch, you know.”

           From that lustful gleam, it seemed he was ready to take her up on her offer sooner rather than later, but unfortunately, they had company. From the heavy black eyeliner and holdover grunge ensembles, she knew exactly who had found them. “Shit. It’s the Travelers.” She quickly pulled Klaus up a narrow staircase, explaining, “So, maybethere’s also this cult of crazy fanatics who are interested in the spear points. They’re convinced some ancient ancestor was a powerful witch who disturbed the natural balance and was cast out of her community.”

           With a troubled sigh that turned into a choked laugh, he pulled loose his bowtie as they hid out on a balcony, staring down at the courtyard very far below. “And what does that nonsense have to do with our artifacts?”

           He said ‘our’. It inexplicably filled her with warmth and she again had to tamp down those lusty thoughts. Action now — then some real action later. “It’s kind of hard to follow and has more embarrassing plot holes than a CW show, but supposedly there was a curse that had something to do with doppelgangers, massive earthquakes and possibly a boat anchor and they think these artifacts will somehow break the curse.”  

           He scoffed, but whatever skeptical diatribe he was about to begin was stopped short when there was a loud banging on the double doors to the room where they’d been hiding. Glancing over the balcony once more, he wryly asked, “Does your skillset include flying?”

           Following his line of sight, she spied some of the aerial silks the acrobats had hung for their performance. As the edges of the jewel-toned fabrics fluttered near the balcony, she asked, “Are you daring me to jump out this window and slide down a curtain?”

           Wincing a bit at the sound of wood starting to splinter from the psycho cult just outside, he told her, “Perhaps I found my adventurous spirit.”

           “Fine. But we’re jumping together.”

           Klaus smirked, grabbing her by the waist as they each clutched the sturdy fabric. “I suppose a dare is a dare.”

[tetrakys]

Episode 11 – Aftermath (Castiel)

“I really like your tattoos Castiel!” said the girl next to me, with a chirp voice and a bright smile. What was her name… Mary? Kelly? Damn… I didn’t remember. The music at the Snake Room was loud and I could barely hear anyone else talking in my booth.

I should have stayed at home… I was writing a new song, but… I didn’t know, everything sounded shallow and couldn’t quite figure it out. It was slowly driving me crazy. My bandmates had insisted to go out tonight, saying that I needed inspiration and I had been locked in my apartment long enough. They were exaggerating, it had just been a few days. And a week ago we had been right here celebrating our new music video.

Still, I indulged them. It was important for our band to stick together. I had had my fair share of failed music projects due to bandmates leaving to do their own thing.

“I particularly like this wing here on your arm” she continued, trying timidly to touch my tattoo. I moved my arm before she could, not liking to be touched by strangers. At least unless I was the one initiating it.

“Does it mean anything?” Of course it did, but I wasn’t going to tell someone I had just met. My mind went back to that person again, who had inspired that particular tattoo. We hadn’t parted in the friendliest way. I didn’t understand his decision at the time, and I still thought it was crazy, but I may have reacted differently if he hadn’t decided to go back to his damn farm right when she had just left. I was a mess at the time, he knew it, still… he had walked away too, thinking only about himself. Like her, like my goddamn parents… like everyone else in my life. Luckily, I had learnt my lesson, caring is for idiots.  

“Would you like to dance?” she said realising I wasn’t going to answer her question. This, however, was even worse. I hated dancing. I was hoping for a quiet night, just chatting with my bandmates, sitting in the darkest corner of the bar, unnoticed. I had to know it wasn’t going to last. A bunch of girls had spotted us not even 10 minutes after we had gotten here. The guys, of course, had invited them to join our table. This was the one aspect of my career and newfound fame I really couldn’t stand. Lack of privacy and freedom. Sometimes I wondered if it was worth it.

“No, thank you.” I replied, turning my head a little to drop the conversation. I was scanning the dancefloor just to keep busy when I saw her.

Right there in front of me, in the middle of the crowd, which like magic had parted giving me clear view. Her long, soft legs in plain sight thanks to the short dress she was wearing. I instantly remembered how those same legs had felt wrapped around me, while I was kissing and licking from her knee, along her inner thigh, towards her lips. Her moans while I brought her right to the peak of pleasure. I got hard just thinking about it.

I focused on the present… God she was sexy. Her round hips swinging at the rhythm of the music, that now sounded 10 times more sensual to my ears. Her long hair framing her face, down to her naked shoulders and back, almost reaching her small waist.

I stayed there, looking at her in the dark, like a perv. I couldn’t keep my eyes away, she was just so fucking beautiful. She had always been, since the first moment I had met her so many years ago. But she was also selfish and immature. I had never loved anyone so deeply and she had fucking left me. Tossing me away like yesterday’s leftovers.

When I saw her in the crowd at my concert, just a few months ago, I was dumbstruck, to the point of almost completely messing up the song I was playing. It felt like a switch had turned on in my chest the moment I had laid eyes on her. For five foolish seconds I almost thought she had come back for me. Of course she hadn’t. I tightened my fists at the memory. Thank God I didn’t care anymore.

While I was mentally debating about staying there and enjoying the view a little longer or just go home before doing something very stupid, someone grabbed her hips from behind. I instantly tensed. A guy I had never seen before was at her back, hands on her hips, rubbing himself all over her. I was two seconds away from jumping in there to punch him in the face when I saw her leaning her head against his chest, smiling.

What. The. Fuck.

Was she with him? Really? That guy? I was seething. I turned away before I really ended up doing something incredibly stupid, but of completely different nature respect to what I was contemplating of doing just a minute before. I wanted to kill him. How did he dare to touch her? She wasn’t his! She was…

Despite myself, I turned my head again and froze when I couldn’t spot her any longer on the dance floor. Where the hell had she gone? I found the creep at the bar, ordering drinks, so she must have gone to the restroom. I got up and made my way there, barely registering people at my table calling my name. I couldn’t care less, I made an elusive gesture and left.

Some part of me, the one percent that was still rational, knew that waiting for her outside the ladies’ room wasn’t exactly a great idea. However, the remaining 99% was in charge, and didn’t care how stalkerish it looked. Especially so when she finally stepped outside.

I grabbed her by the elbow and pushed her against the wall, in the dark corner behind the restrooms. The space was so small that we were tightly pressed against each other. I put my hands at the sides of her head, caging her, and stared down at her face.

“Castiel!” she yelped when she realised it was me.

“Hi Candy” I said calmly, coldly, successfully hiding my turmoil. “How are you?”

“Fine… and you?” she asked uncertain. I knew I was making her nervous, and that was exactly what I wanted. It was only fair, she was driving me crazy.

“Very good now” I said, scanning her from head to toe. “Wanna come home with me?”

That seemed to wake her from her stupor. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me, let’s bounce. Nothing interesting is going on here tonight.” I smirked like a real asshole “I bet we can find something fun to do at my place.”

“So…” she said, her voice shaking with anger “we sleep together, after you make it very clear that was supposed to be a one time deal. I don’t hear from you the whole week, then as soon as I run into you, you decide you are in the mood to have sex again? What am I, your booty call now?”

“Please” I replied dismissively, “we are friends, you know it. We don’t have to label things.”

That seemed to be the wrong answer, she just looked at me with rage and said “Goodnight Castiel” and made to leave. I didn’t allow her though, keeping her trapped between my arms, pressed against the wall.

“Is it because of that creep you were rubbing yourself against?” I asked with venom in my voice “Nice little show by the way, are you going to fuck him? You weren’t far from it back there.”

She just stared at me, shocked. I had literally managed to shut her up. I took it as a good sign.

“You know I can do you better baby” I whispered, lowering my head, just an inch separating our lips. “Come home with me.”

A moment went by when I thought she would either kiss me or slap me, but she actually… laughed? She literally started laughing her but off. I took a step back and frowned.

“You are jealous!” she said, her eyes shining. “That’s why you are acting like such an asshole.”

Fuck.

“I mean, you are always an asshole, but that’s a whole new level.”

“Please…” I replied with fake nonchalance.

“No, you please.” She pushed against my chest until I was the one now leaning against the wall. “Play your little games with someone who doesn’t know you Castiel.” She said smirking, “You can’t fool me.”

Then she walked away, leaving me there like an idiot.

“Are you going to sleep with him?” I couldn’t stop asking before she got back to the main room.

She stopped and looked at me from over her shoulder. “Mmm… who knows? I mean… it’s nice to not make plans and see how the night goes, right? Your words. And anyway, it’s none of your business. I’m not your girlfriend, remember? Your words again.” She closed her eyes for a moment, when she opened them again her voice was calmer “Figure out what you want Castiel.”

And just like that, she left.

I stayed there, staring for a while at the spot where she had been. I didn’t know what to do. She wasn’t my girlfriend, she hadn’t been for a while. I didn’t care who or what she did, I had made it very clear.

Except… I did care… and it was fucking eating me.

I punched the wall and felt a jolt of pain through my arm. Idiot. Stupid idiot, you need those hands to play. That’s what happens when you start to feel. I had to leave, right now!

I held my hurt hand with the good one. What a clusterfuck of a night, I should have just stayed at home. Walking through the exit, I left the bar without sparing another glance at the main room. I felt like a dagger was piercing my chest at the thought of what was maybe going on in there.

Figure out what you want, she had said. Easy, right?

The hell it was… I hadn’t felt such a mess in years. Hell… I hadn’t felt so much in years. Numbness was easier, all these feelings were too much for me to handle. Nothing good could come from them.

Except, maybe one thing… Now I knew exactly how to write my song.

[padfootagain]

-10°C By Midnight

Here we go with another writing for my winter event with Charlie Weasley! I hope you like it! Thank you for your request @cutie-bug !

The following prompts were asked :

41. "There's this party… I wondered… would you go with me?"

43. "Let's spend Christmas together, and New Year's Eve… actually… actually let's spend every single evening together for the rest of our lives."

47. "I need body warmth. And you're just like a heater on two legs."

Gif not mine

Word Count : 2030

"This whole thing is getting completely out of hand!"

"I am not the one who volunteered to keep an eye on that dragon!"

"I beg your pardon? You were not complaining at first!"

"Yes, but I never thought that we would have to climb a mountain in the middle of winter and freeze to death!"

"What's going on with you anyway? Where is the ever-happy Charlie Weasley, huh? The one who thinks it's fun to get half of his hair roasted by a dragon?"

"That haircut it gave me was bloody hilarious…"

"You are utterly crazy."

"Crazy? Maybe. But suicidal? No. And I don't like getting cold. Why do you think I love dragons so much?"

"Well, this one seems to be willing to take some fresh air."

Charlie didn't answer, but merely pestered under his breath as he tripped on a root of a tiny and quite miserable-looking bush. At this altitude, and at this time of the year though, it wasn't so surprising to find the vegetation dying. You tightened your hold on your warm coat, fighting against the snowflakes that hit your face and made it so hard to see, as they got caught in your eyelashes. Despite his anger and his loud voice, the roaring wind almost covered Charlie's words. You took a look on your left, where you should have seen the proud peak of the neighbouring mountain standing tall, but for now, you could see nothing but clouds of light grey covering the whole world. A shiver shook your whole frame, and your teeth chattered for a moment, until you clenched your jaw tightly enough to stop any movement. You saw Charlie slipping on snow again, but this time, he fell head first in the snow.

"Are you okay?" you asked with concern in your voice.

"Yeah… yeah," he replied with an annoyed tone.

"This is getting ridiculous," you shook your head. "We should go back."

You had to shout for your voice to be heard through what had turned into a blizzard, the wind cutting your cheeks as sharply as a knife.

But Charlie checked the watch at his wrist, and it was his time to shake his head.

"No hope left. We can't go back, we won't have reached any shelter before night would fall. Which, in this weather, means serious trouble."

"What should we do then?"

"Find shelter."

"How do we do that?"

"We trust our luck."

"That doesn't sound like much of a plan!"

"You have a better idea? Cause then, I'll take it!"

"I don't know…"

"We should try to find shelter. We already know that we didn't come across anything that could remotely be used as that when we climbed up here. Our only chance is to keep going."

You heaved a sigh. You wished you could find something else to do to get out of this dangerous situation, but your mind was desperately blank.

"I have a bad feeling about this," you mumbled under your breath.

"Considering that it's your fault if we're here, you'd better shut it."

"Hey! Weasley! Language!"

"Y/L/N! Since when are you so offended!?" he laughed at your face, mimicking your tone in a ridiculous way.

He had this smug little smirk on his face again. The one he always had when he joked. The one that never failed to make your heart leap in your chest. And despite the cold weather, and your certainty that you had been turned into an ice-cube by now, you could feel your heart jump in your chest nonetheless. Really, this man had too much effect on you…

But did you have a choice? Hell no. If you had you would have never developed such feelings for the red-haired man who walked before you in the snow. Not when you knew that he liked another woman…

Stephany. The beautiful and woman-like Stephany. You were not exactly sexy, dressed 99% of your time either in pyjamas or large clothes that you needed to work with magical creatures. Hard to look at your best then, you guessed. Although, you were not sure that some make-up and fit clothes would make any difference in that matter…

Stephany was the archetype of attractive. You were the archetype of… common.

Lost in your own thought – and misery of unrequited love – you tripped on a stone hidden by the thick layer of snow, and fell, your hands sinking in the soft ice past your wrists. You didn't have any time to get up again, as Charlie was bending down to help you, worry painted all over his face.

"Are you okay?"

Your jaw was shaken by the cold, and you needed a moment to be able to answer as your teeth went through another one of their chattering crises.

"I'm… fine," you stuttered, shivering more than ever.

But his usually cool looks were replaced by a frown of worry now. He took your hands in his, and despite your gloves and his, he knew that they were frozen.

"We need to find shelter, you're so cold, Y/N…"

"I had noticed," you snorted.

"Come on, stay close to me."

He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and helped you up the slope of the mountain again. And the way your heart raced because of how close he held you made your brain freeze too, unable to make any thought anymore and to ask why Charlie was suddenly being so over-protective. Instead, you merely followed him through the storm.

It took the two of you thirty more minutes to reach a little cavern that was wide enough to be used as shelter.

"Here, sit down," he commanded in a soft but firm voice.

"Charlie… I'm so cold," you complained, your voice growing weak.

"I know, it's okay. We're out of the storm now."

He went outside, and your eyes grew round as you watched him walk away.

"Charlie?! Charlie!"

But he ignored you, and was not back before several minutes, with a few bits of wood that he gathered at the centre of the little cave. He was shivering too by now, his red lock drenched with melted snow falling before his eyes.

He took out his wand, and quickly lit up a fire, before summoning some warm wind that he blew on your face, warming you up instantly.

"Thank you," you smiled.

He dried his hair, before scooting next to you.

"Are you okay?" he asked with concern.

"I'll survive."

"Not so sure about that…"

"I don't like it when you're the pessimist one. Really. I don't like it at all… It doesn't suit you."

"Well… looks like we're switching roles for once."

"Do you really think that we could die here?"

"No," he reassured you. "Maybe lose a toe or two though…"

"Charlie!"

"I'm just kidding."

You fell silent, and the two of you remained there, quiet in the cavern while the blizzard roared outside. Night slowly fell upon the world, and you and Charlie shared the sandwiches you never failed to carry with you whenever you went in the wild. Clearly, you were right to have caught that habit.

You were starting to feel sleepy when you checked the time on your wristwatch. It was almost midnight.

"How cold do you think it is?" you asked Charlie out of the blue.

He shrugged, blowing in his gloves to warm up his numb face.

"Around… -10…"

"What? Celsius?'

"Yup…"

"Damn, that's cold…"

"I know. But we'll be fine."

"See, the optimistic role suits you so much better than me!"

He chuckled.

"And well… better bring you back with all your toes, or Stephany might want to kill me," you joked.

But instead of laughing, or worse, blushing, Charlie merely looked at you with a puzzled expression.

"What does Stephany have anything to do with me?" he asked, clearly confused.

"Well… I don't know… rumours…"

But you stopped mid-sentence, and he had to insist for you to go on.

"I'm listening, Y/N."

"Rumours speak of you two… you know…"

"No, I don't know."

"Apparently, she likes you. And you like her."

He looked at you with round eyes and an aghast face for a moment, before exploding with laughter.

"Stephany?! You think I like Stephany?!"

He kept on laughing loudly, loudly enough for his laughter to cover all sounds of the storm, and he soon had to wipe the tears out of his eyes.

But you weren't really paying attention to his very happy and contagious laugh. Instead, you were trying to process the meaning of his words…

Did that mean that he… didn't… like Stephany?

"So you… don't like her?" you asked shyly.

"Of course not! I mean… she's… beautiful, but… hell, is she boring!"

"Really? You think she's boring?"

"Of course! I mean… looks like she can only talk about gossips, and make-up and clothes and… I don't like that kind of women at all. I like… I like women with humour, and who aren't afraid to say what they think and are generous and hilarious and brave and… much more like…"

His eyes rose from the dancing flames to meet yours, and it seemed that he had captured your very soul.

"Someone more like you, actually."

Your jaw dropped and you must have looked rather funny, because despite his reddening cheeks, Charlie was smiling. You couldn't find a way to care about your dumbstruck look though. You were too shocked to think about anything at all.

"What… what do you mean?" you asked in a shaking breath.

"I mean…"

He bit down on his lower lip in hesitation, but spoke again, eventually.

"You know… There's this party… With my family, for Christmas, and I was wondering… I mean… I wondered… would you go with me?"

"You want me to go with you to see your family?" you repeated his words, too shocked to believe in them.

"Yeah… is that too much?" he asked, narrowing his eyes in an attempt to determine if you were mad at him or not.

But you were not mad at all, you were simply too shocked… perhaps you had hit your head at one point, or the cold had frozen all your braincells… you didn't know the scientific explanation for your behaviour, but what you knew was that you couldn't find a way to speak for a long moment.

"It's okay if you don't want to," he reassured you. "I mean… I… would really like you to come, but if you don't feel like it, it's alright. We'll still be friends then, as you… you don't seem to feel the same as I do."

"Feel? Same? You?"

Here it was… you had reached the next stage of insanity and were now unable to formulate proper sentences, wonderful…

"I like you," he confessed. "A lot. I don't like Stephany at all."

"But…"

He raised an eyebrow.

"But what?"

"I'm not like Stephany at all…"

"Which is precisely why I like you and not her."

You exchanged a warm smile. He reached for your hand, and you let him wrap his fingers around yours.

"Y/N, let's… please come to this party with me," he asked in a shaking breath, his eyes too intense for you to have even just a chance to look away. "Let's spend Christmas together, and New Year's Eve… actually… actually let's spend every single evening together for the rest of our lives."

You grinned, nodding your head as your throat was too tight with emotions to form any word.

"What do you say?"

You shivered because of the cold again, and you hesitated to answer with an earnest and excited 'yes!'. But you couldn't let him get away with the last clever word, could you?

"I think… I think I need body warmth. And you're just like a heater on two legs."

He let out a bright wave of laughter, before he opened his arms for you to find refuge in his warm embrace.

"So… if we survive to this cold night… should I take it as a yes?" he asked in a whisper in your ear, making you grin.

"Yes, Charlie. You should."

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[loverontheleft]

Ready to Leap (Chapter 21.2)

AU with B as a band teacher and reader as an English teacher. Fluff and smut. Chapters 1-21.1 can be found on my Masterlist.

Brendon x reader. Warnings: language, dirty talk, sex.

Word count: 3.3k

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You blink at him. “I’m sorry, what?”

He laughs awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I haven’t been totally forthright. I didn’t end up teaching in Connecticut by chance; my parents loved hiking and fishing and cross-country skiing and bought this place when I was 5 or 6. And we came here every winter break that they were alive. So when they passed and I could choose where to go, I knew I wanted to be here - or close to here. Some of my best memories with them are here on this property, and since they owned it outright, I do too.”

“The Urie East Coast Compound,” you repeat, a little stunned and he laughs awkwardly again.

“Yeah, I don’t really call it that. I mean, that’s what they named it. I guess it’s its name. I don’t want to change it. But I don’t really call it anything? I just come up here to be by myself during winter breaks and think. About stuff and them and stuff. I’ve never had to call it anything since I’ve never brought anyone here.”

You turn in his arms and hug him tightly. “Thank you.”

He runs his hand over your back, holding you close. “For what?” You tip your head up to look at him and smile, going on tiptoe to kiss him.

When you part, a little breathlessly, you tell him, “for sharing this place with me. It means so much to you and we could have gone anywhere with this time but you chose to bring me here. It means a lot to me and I love you.”

“Well, I intend on sharing everything with you eventually,” he reminds you and kisses the top of your head. “Do you want a tour?” You nod and he grins. “Well, we’d better get you a sweater then, there’s a lot to see beyond these walls.”

-||-

“Ahhhh my little Han Solo,” he grins, watching you zip up your boots and adjust your fleece vest. You stand up and roll your eyes.

“Hey buddy, you packed for me, so you don’t get to make fun of my clothes.” He puts his hands up, still smiling.

“I wasn’t teasing! I really like this look.” He crosses the room and pulls you in close, nuzzling your ear. “It’s sexy.” He pulls back a little and scans you up and down. “Especially because I can see the lace through your shirt.” You laugh and shove him lightly.

“You cannot.”

“It’s white and really intricate.” He runs his hands down your arms, feeling the soft cotton of your long-sleeve shirt under his fingers. “And,” he leans in close again. “It’s begging for me to take it off of you.” He runs his hands up under your shirt.

“Later, Urie,” you tease, taking both of his hands and pulling them down. “You promised me a tour.”

He nods decisively. “That I did. Let’s go Milton. We’ll start outside and work our way back to the house, so I can take you up on your promise.”

You’re outside and headed to the barn when he turns to you. “You’re good with a little speed, yes?”

“I’m not doing meth with you,” you tease and he laughs, pulling you into the barn and lifting you onto a wooden table with a row of helmets behind it.

“No, dork.” And then he’s fitting a helmet on your head and checking it for snugness. “Feels okay?” You nod and he smiles. “Good. Give me one second.” He puts his own on and heads towards the back of the barn.

You look around the barn, assuming you’ll be going on horseback, but you can’t see any horses. “Urie, what are we doing?” There’s a soft purr as he approaches and you start laughing. “A four-wheeler?” He grins and hops off it, lifting you from the table and placing you onto the seat.

“Is this okay?” He looks worried and you nod, patting the seat in front of you. “Okay.” He smiles, slipping back on and you wrap your arms around his waist tightly. “Good girl,” he murmurs, leaning back to knock his helmet against yours lightly. “Hold on.”

-||-

“This,” he tells you, parking the four-wheeler, “is the most secluded part. The private guest cabin.” You eye it and look back at him.

“This is the guest cabin?” He nods and laughs kindly at your expression. “This is easily three bedrooms itself.” He nods again.

“And two and a half baths,” he adds, taking your hand and leading you inside and around the upstairs, opening doors and gesturing vaguely. “It’s where I usually stay if I’m just trying to get away for a little bit.” You look around, taking it all in, clearly impressed. “But we’ll be in the main house for this little vacation,” he tells you, leading you back downstairs and outside.

“Now,” he tells you as he starts the machine again, “the hiking trails. These were where my mom spent most of her time if she wasn’t with us or in the kitchen.” He goes slower this time, so you can take it all in. You reach the peak, and he’s right, they’re moderate hills, not mountains. But they’re beautiful and the view they grant is awe-inspiring.

“It’s gorgeous,” you murmur, and he hears you over the engine, nodding.

“Yeah,” he agrees. “It is. She loved it out here.” He’s quiet for a moment and you hug him tightly from behind. He relaxes a little into your embrace, sighing. “Okay,” he says after a moment. “Ready to keep going?”

“If you are.”

“To the pond!” He exclaims, and you know his faking the enthusiasm but now isn’t the time to call him out. He jerks the handles sharply and you’re headed back down, pressing your body to him.

“Your dad was the fisherman, I presume?” You ask when he brakes, parking by the dock of a large pond. He nods.

“He wanted me to be more into it, but I was more into the hiking, if I would ever leave the piano. I wish I had spent more time with him.” He sighs again and you lean forward, kissing his cheek. “Sorry to be all gloomy,” he tells you and you squeeze him.

“Don’t apologize. You’re allowed to feel things,” you tell him, and he nods, stepping off of the four-wheeler and holding out a hand to you. You slip off of it and take his hand, curling into his side under his arm. “Thank you for sharing this with me,” you tell him again. “It means a lot to me.”

He looks down at you affectionately. “Y/n, I intend to share my life and everything in it with you.” Your breath catches in your throat; he’s said it before and said other things that imply that before, but here, standing with him where he essentially grew up, on land and property his parents left him...it means that much more to you. “Come on,” he gestures back to the four-wheeler. “It’s getting colder. Let’s get you inside, or at least to the heated pool.”

“Heated pool?” You look intrigued and he laughs, kissing you softly.

“Heated pool,” he confirms with a smile.

-||-

“You’ve seen the kitchen,” he says as you step back inside after dropping the four-wheeler off in the barn. “But I think I rushed you through the rest of it. Informal living room,” and he gestures to a room painted in a soft yellow. “Formal living room, the difference being the fireplaces,” he says with a smile. “Sunroom through those doors, we’ll have breakfast there,” he promises, and leads you upstairs. “Guest room, as you can tell from the rose-print wallpaper.”

You laugh, resting your head on his shoulder. “Roses not your thing?”

“They’re fine, but not for my wallpaper, thank you.” He opens the door across the hall. “My room, or what was my room I guess. I replaced the bed and updated the decor a bit. Trust me, it used to look like a small boy’s room.” He studies it. “I suppose it’s just another guest room now. Come on.” He beckons you down the hall. “My parents’ - I mean. The master suite.” He falters and you hug him. “Sorry. I probably shouldn’t call it my parents’ room anymore, should I? Not if we’re going to be in there from now on.”

You kiss his cheek. “I don’t care where we sleep. We can stay in your old room if that’s what you want.” He considers this and shakes his head a little.

“No, we’ll be in there. I got a new mattress,” he murmurs in your ear, “and new sheets. Don’t worry.”

You laugh and shove him playfully. “I wasn’t even thinking about that,” you tell him and he smiles, leading you into the bathroom. You can’t stop the moan that escapes your lips. “I love clawfoot bathtubs,” you tell him, and he smiles. “I can’t explain it but I just love them.”

“Well, it’s all yours.” He turns again and leads you back out to the balcony. “And we’ve been here before.”

You look down over the property and are rendered speechless again. “It’s just...it’s all so...wow.”

“I know. When it really hit me, how lucky I was to grow up like I did, I was…yeah.” He nods a little. “Yeah.” You’re both silent for a minute and he kisses the top of your head. “Pool? Or are you hungry?”

You think for a moment. “Pool first, then food.” He nods and you turn back to the bedroom where he left the suitcase.

“Whatcha doing, baby?” You can hear the smile in his voice.

“Getting my swimsuit,” you tell him, giving him a weird look.

“Good luck. I didn’t pack you one.” He smirks a little and you laugh, pulling your vest off and unzipping your boots.

“Well, then I guess your wish from earlier is granted.” He gives you a puzzled look and you grin, tugging your shirt off over your head and hooking your thumbs in the waistband of your leggings. “You get to see me in this little white thing.”

“Fuck, Milton,” he groans, taking in the white lace one piece you’ve had on all afternoon, and he lifts you over his shoulder and heads for the stairs. You’re shrieking with laughter and his grip on you tightens as he goes downstairs. “Don’t squirm too much, babygirl, I want us to make it to the pool,” he tells you and you nod, holding your breath to keep still.

“Do we have to wait for it to get hot?” He’s deposited you on your feet by the pool and he shakes his head.

“No, I can turn it on from my phone. It should be a giant bathtub by this point,” he muses, and you stick a toe in, sighing happily. “Good?” You nod and step back, gauging the depth. He must be able to read your mind. “10 feet at this end, 20 in the middle, and 25 at the far end. But there’s seating.”

“Great,” you say with a smile and step back again before diving in. When you come up, he’s naked and staring at you, a little slack-jawed. “What?”

“You have great form,” he observes. “And you’re sexy as hell.” You laugh and push your hair back. “Yeah, don’t do that, baby. You’re already tempting me.”

“Good,” you grin and go into a lazy backstroke. “Come get me.” He dives in after you and catches you easily. “Hi,” you whisper, wrapping your legs around his waist while you both tread.

“Hi babygirl.” He kisses you hard with his hands in your hair and because he stopped treading, you both slip under the surface. It takes a moment to register; you’re still kissing under the water, but he pulls back and you both break through, breathing hard. “Let’s go sit,” he suggests, laughing a little.

-||-

“Baby, Bren, we should, fuck,” you gasp as his lips move down your chest.

“I agree,” he murmurs, lips closing over your nipple through the lace, and you laugh, trying to catch your breath.

“You didn’t let me finish. We should go inside.”

“Are you cold?” He looks worried and you shake your head.

“No, but if we’re going to have sex…” you trail off, moaning again when he moves back up to kiss your neck.

“Which we are,” he points out, tongue teasing the pulse point behind your ear.

“Right, okay, since we’re going to have sex, shouldn’t we be...I don’t know...not in your pool?”

“I don’t mind,” he murmurs, and you slip off the bench to wrap your legs around him, wanting to feel how hard he is. You whimper a little and he rests his forearms on the bench behind you so you’ll both stay above water, even with you clinging to him and rubbing against him. “You like that, babygirl?” You nod, lips parted in pleasure as he rocks back against you. “You don’t really wanna go inside, do you?”

“B, have you ever had sex in a pool?” He shakes his head and you grin. “It’s not gonna go well for me, down there. You’d think with all of this water it would help, but it’s only gonna...well, it’s going to do the opposite of what we need.”

“Mmmm,” he nods. “I see.” He considers this for a moment. “And it’s too cold to just lay you out on the pool deck,” he muses.

“Hey, we can tease and touch all we want out here,” you tell him. “But if you want to actually be in me, we need to actually be inside,” you say with a grin and he laughs, nodding.

“Deal.” He rocks his hips up into yours and you moan again, grinding back down on him. “Can I touch you?” You nod, and he shifts to rest on one arm while the other snakes down between you to rub soft circles on your clit through the lace. “Probably can’t go in, probably just have to do this, outside, yeah?” His voice is soft and you nod, reaching down to grasp his erection. “Fuck, baby,” he groans and bucks into your hand, fingers moving faster over you.

“B, we’re gonna need to go inside,” you whisper, grinding down against his fingers. “Need you. In me.”

“Yeah,” he agrees, a little breathless. “Yeah, we need to go inside like now.”

-||-

You don’t make it far; he’s got you spread out on the formal dining room table, feet on a chair as he kneels on the ground between your legs, mouth moving hungrily over you, tongue pressing insistently against your lace-covered heat. “Gotta get this off, fuck,” he groans, and you’re both fumbling with straps and buttons.

“Got it,” you say triumphantly and you push it down your chest and your stomach, raising your hips so he can pull it off the rest of the way.

“So fucking sexy on,” he whispers, “but so much better on the floor.” He spreads your legs wider so he can spread his tongue over you entirely, long strokes.

“Yeah, B, I like that,” you gasp, trying not to thrust against his face, hands moving over your chest and through your hair. “Long, soft strokes, just tease me baby, really get me begging you for your cock.”

“Fuck, babygirl,” he gasps against you, eyes shut. “You don’t know what you do to me.”

���I,” you moan, arching your back, “have some idea. Fuck, I want you.”

“How badly?” He kisses the inside of your thigh, rubbing two fingers over you and smiling up at you. You moan and rock forward while you reach down and grab his hand, forcing his fingers into you. “Goddamn, Y/n,” he whispers, resting his head against your thigh, watching you work his hand against you. “You gonna use me baby, fuck my hand til you get off?” You nod breathlessly, biting your lip. “You know,” he murmurs, “I could help you with that. All you have to do is ask.”

“Yeah?” You look down at him longingly, moving his hand in slow circles, grinding into his palm. “If I ask real nicely, you’ll take me upstairs and fuck me til your neighbors hear me begging for more?”

“Babygirl, the closest neighbors are easily 10 miles from here.”

You smirk down at him. “I know.”

-||-

“Oh my god,” you gasp, fingers tangling in your hair. “This is the best purchase you’ve ever made.”

He smiles and nips at your hipbone before moving back in, tongue rolling over you at the new angle and thumb rubbing your clit. “Told you,” he moans, “told you I’d get you a wedge.” He laughs a little breathlessly, propped up on his elbow, mouth moving mercilessly. You shove your fist against your mouth, a high-pitched whine being smothered, and he reaches up to move your hand. “No one’s gonna hear you babygirl, just me. Let me hear how good I’m making you feel.”

“Fuck, Brendon,” you gasp, eyes fluttering. “I can’t - it’s so - your tongue is just - god, fuck me, please, fuck, take me baby, fill me, fuck me, god, I need it, I need you, please.” The last word comes out a broken moan and he stops licking your clit and pulls back, crawling over you. He kisses you tenderly, and you can feel the warm weight of his erection pressing into your hip.

“You want me, honey?” You nod, breathlessly. “You gonna let me hear how good I’m making you feel?” You nod again, begging him. “God, Y/n, fucking love it when you beg me,” he murmurs, sidling back to center and kissing you again while he rubs his length against your slick heat, getting both of you ready. “Let me hear you,” he whispers once more as he pushes into you and you give him exactly what he wants, head tipped back and low moans pouring forth.

“God, yes, fuck me,” you cry, the angle from the wedge under you so good; you’re taking him so much further than normal, and he’s hitting all of the right spots, even ones that normally only happen if he’s taking you from behind. “Brendon, god, yes, fuck my pussy, I’m gonna come so fucking hard, I can feel it baby, please.”

“Come on me,” he tells you, going harder and faster, a hand tangled in your hair near your scalp so the tugging isn’t a sharp pain but a dull ache. “Come on me babygirl, and I’ll come for you; let me come for you Y/n,” and he’s almost begging you.

“Jesus, right there,” you whimper, spreading your legs a little more and he reaches down to rub at your clit. “Yes!” You don’t mean to scream but you do and he moans happily when you come, hard, your walls clenching around him.

“Fuck, I’m coming,” he groans, leaning down and biting your shoulder as he finishes, and you take over, one hand clawing his back and the other in his hair, rocking roughly up into him, fucking him through his orgasm. “Yes, baby, so fucking tight, fucking love you,” he groans and you can feel him throb inside you, a second wave bringing sharp moans out of both of you.

You’re shaking under him with the exertion and he moans, slumping over you as he pulls out. “Fuck,” you moan, and he nods, kissing your neck. “Oh god,” you gasp, writhing under him, rocking against his length. “Don’t do that unless you want to make me come again; fuck I’m like a stretched rubber band - one bit of pressure in the right spot and I’ll snap for you.”

“What a tempting offer,” he murmurs, but moves his lips and rolls to one side, bringing you with him so he’s flat on the bed and you’re sprawled over him. “You want food, baby?”

[zealousnightsublime]

Is the tricep dip the ultimate bodyweight exercise for building strong, sexy arms?

In every gym you go to, you'll see people stretching their biceps. The biceps along with the pecs and abs are sometimes referred to as natural muscles because they are the most visible and therefore command the most respect. Always, when you ask someone to show you their muscles, they will probably flex their biceps. Before we discuss biceps growth, I want to point out that biceps only take up 1/3 of your biceps and the other 2/3 of your biceps. So to have an impressive arm you must also build your triceps otherwise the effort on your biceps will not give good results. A lot of people don't realize this and that's why you see them doing loop after loop without much improvement. We will cover triceps exercises in another article. And now, let's talk about biceps. Here are some exercises that will help you tone your biceps. Most of you have done some or all of these exercises. My question is whether the exercises are done with correct form and technique, because if not, you are probably wasting your time because your biceps won't develop to their full potential. . Do each exercise for 3-5 sets once or twice a week and at 6 to 10 reps, but make sure that by the end of the highest set you won't be too tired to repeat. once again. shape. a) EZY Stand / Barbell You can do this exercise with a straight bar or an e stretch bar. This is a great mass building exercise for your biceps. Stand with your feet shoulder-width apart and grab the bar with your grips, hands shoulder-width apart. Bend the bar slowly, focusing intensely on the contracted biceps. Do not swing or use momentum to roll, especially in the later stages of your biceps getting weaker. Never swing or move your body, only your arms move. Keep your elbows at the side of your body and do not rotate them. Then lower the dumbbells, spending 3-seconds against the weight coming down to highlight the negative part of the exercise. Never let gravity pull the weight down. Do not bend or bend your wrist at all times, the wrist should be in a straight and neutral position at all times. b) Incline Dumbbell Curls This exercise works different biceps muscle fibers and helps you get the most out of your biceps look. Sitting on an incline bench, holding a dumbbell in each hand, keeping your elbows forward throughout the movement, roll the dumbbell up and toward shoulder level. Then squeeze the biceps in a high position. Lower the weights again, slowly in complete control. The speed and technique are similar to what was described earlier. c) Preacher Curl Similar to a dumbbell roll but using a platform. This is a great biceps toe isolation exercise. d) Hammer Curl Hammer curl makes your biceps look full and your forearms work hard too. Similar to the dumbbell curl, except that you will use the hammer grip on the dumbbell as if you were holding a hammer to drive a nail and stand up instead of sitting down. e) Bice Building Tips Focus on the movement of the biceps throughout the movement. Do not lift weights that are too heavy, it will affect your form and technique. By turning lightly and squeezing, you'll develop more peaks on your biceps. Like all exercises, raise and stretch your biceps between sets. This is to remove the lactic acid and help your biceps recover better for the next workout. Remember to change the order of exercises you do after 6-8 weeks to help your biceps grow new and see your arms grow! Read the full article

[girls-scenarios]

Whoever You Love

Idol: Chaeyoung (Twice)

Prompt: Hello i love your blog and I want to know if I can request something with twice's chaeyoung x female reader when the r is from slytherin and chaeyoung is from griffindor and she's in love with the reader? Sorry for my bad english xD

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: I started this, then didn’t like my original idea and deleted it all. Finally, I have a story that I like. I hope all of you will like it too. Sorry for taking so long with this. Also, I did this instead of studying for my midterms or sleeping to be ready for work in the morning. Someone stop me.

Warnings: There’s one sexy pun by Jeongyeon and maybe a curse word or two. 

“What do you mean, you’ve never been to the muggle world,” Chaeyoung said, leaning in close to you and squinting her eyes. Giving a quick look to the students around you, you put your finger to your lips and shushed her.

“Keep it down, we’re in class!” None of the other students had seemed to notice. They were all too busy watching Jeongyeon and Nayeon argue over who’d messed up the faulty potion and caused it to blow. Jeongyeon’s hair was standing on end, and Chaeyoung made a mental note not to wall back with her after class before returning to the problem at hand.

“Nobody’s looking at us. So come on. Tell me how you somehow haven’t gone to the muggle world yet.” You huffed and looked down at the desk. The two of you had long ago finished the potion. When Chaeyoung had commented that it looked like a milkshake at McDonald’s, you’d let it slip that you didn’t know what that was. Chaeyoung had almost fallen off her chair in shock.

“I don’t know. I’m a pureblood, why would I need to go to the muggle world?”

“Because there’s so many cool things to do in the muggle world. I’ll bet you’ve never even been bowling. Or ice skating.” You crossed your arms across your chest.

“I’ve ice skated before….”

“Here, right?” Slowly, you nodded. Chaeyoung grinned.

“That settles it. This weekend, we’re going to the muggle world.” You looked at her, eyebrows raised, skeptical.

“Is that even allowed?” Chaeyoung nodded.

“Of course it is. We don’t have anything to do this weekend, and we’re old enough to leave without chaperone.” She smugly leaned back in her chair, wiggling her eyebrows at you. “Are you ready?” You signed, and put you head on the desk, looking up at her.

“Not really. But I don’t have a choice, do I?”

“Nope,” she said. “Be ready by 10.” You groaned and buried your head in your arms as Nayeon let out a shrill scream. Jeongyeon had dumped the remaining potion on her.

That night, in the Gryffindor dorms, Chaeyoung buried her face in her pillow and screamed. Standing at her door with a Band-Aid on her face was Jeongyeon, who looked thoroughly uninterested and overly exhausted. Behind her, Dahyun peered over her shoulder.

“Come on, Chaeyoung. It’s too late for this bullshit. I’m in pain and I want to sleep,” Jeongyeon said, yawning as if to prove her point. Dahyun snorted and pushed past her into the room.

“Maybe if you stopped egging Nayeon on to punch you, you wouldn’t be in pain all the time,” she said, walking up to Chaeyoung’s bed and sitting on the end. Jeongyeon shrugged her shoulders.

“She’s cute when she’s angry,” Jeongyeon said. Dahyun rolled her eyes and put her hand on Chaeyoung’s shoulder.

“What’s wrong, Chaeyoung?” Chaeyoung rolled over enough to look at Dahyun and whimpered.

“I invited (Y/N) to go to the muggle world with me tomorrow.” Dahyun’s eyebrows flew up.

“You finally got the guts to ask her out?” Whining, Chaeyoung buried her head again in the pillow.

“It just came up,” she said, voice muffled by the pillow. “I asked her before I realized what I was doing.” Jeongyeon laughed from her spot near the door, then winced and pressed her hand to her side. Dahyun pulled at Chaeyoung’s shoulders, trying to get her to roll over again.

“So what’s the big deal? Shouldn’t you be excited about this?” Dahyun asked, finally getting Chaeyoung to roll over. One of the younger Gryffindors walked past the door and gave them a weird look, so Jeongyeon stepped inside the door and closed it.

“I don’t know what I should wear, Dahyun. I need help.” Jeongyeon facepalmed, careful not to hit her wound. Dahyun laughed.

“Is that all? We can pick out an outfit in no time,” she said, giving Chaeyoung a thumbs up. Jeongyeon wrinkled her nose and shot Chaeyoung a look.

“I’d love to help, but are you sure we’re the best people? Shouldn’t we get someone who knows more about fashion, like Nayeon or Mina? Or even Tzuyu.” Chaeyoung sat up straight, waving her hands and shaking her head frantically.

“No, nobody other than you guys can know about this. I don’t want word getting around the school. What kind of loser would I look like then?” Dahyun raised her eyebrows.

“You’re not a loser for liking someone. Come on, Chaeyoung.” Chaeyoung shook her head.

“No. My pride as a Gryffindor is on the line. I’m just going to ask you guys.” Jeongyeon shrugged her shoulders and walked to Chaeyoung’s closet, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked over the mass of clothes inside.

“Leave it to us, then. I guess.” She turned to look back at Dahyun. “Is it supposed to be cold tomorrow?” Dahyun got up from the bed and walked to stand beside the older girl.

“I don’t know. Maybe. It was cold today, wasn’t it?”

“I don’t know, I didn’t go outside today. Nayeon hexed me, remember?” Dahyun snorted.

“Oh yeah. That was hilarious.” Their banter continued, and Chaeyoung closed her eyes and let out a slow sigh. She was totally doomed.

The next day drifted around, and thankfully, Chaeyoung had checked the weather. It was raining. She peaked out from under the umbrella that she’d brought with her and dipped her chin further into her scarf, wondering how long it would last.

“Do you not like the rain?” Her head jerked and she looked over at you.

“Well, I don’t hate it. I just don’t like walking around in it all that much.” You laughed from your position beside her and tucked closer to her, under the umbrella.

“So where’s this café you were telling me about, so we can stop walking around in it and my toes don’t freeze up?” Chaeyoung pointed across the road to the Starbucks standing tall in front of them.

“If this walk signal ever changes, we’ll get to it in minutes.” As if on cue, the signal changed, flashing a little walking man. Quickly, you moved closer to Chaeyoung as the two of you shuffled across the road, bumping shoulders with other people.

“It’s so crowded here,” you said, keeping your voice low so that only Chaeyoung could hear you. She nodded and pulled you towards the door, grinning widely.

“That’s what makes it fun,” she replied, and you scoffed, but let her open the door for you. You stepped out from under the umbrella and into the warm smell of coffee while Chaeyoung shook out the umbrella before following.

“So this is Starbucks, huh? I thought it would be bigger, somehow.” Chaeyoung laughed and nudged you towards the counter as you stared at the menu, squinting your eyes to see all the tiny lettering.

“There are some really huge ones in capitals. One time I saw a three story one. It was pretty intense.” She looked up at the menu. “Do you know what kind of coffee you like?” You shook your head slowly.

“What do you usually get?” You asked her, stuffing your hands into your pockets.

“Well, I’d say getting a White Chocolate Mocha is a pretty same bet. Or a Caramel Macchiato. Do you like chocolate or caramel better?” You shrugged your shoulders.

“Order whatever you think is best.” The two of you were next in line, so Chaeyoung didn’t argue with you, instead leaning in to order two hot White Chocolate Mochas and pulling out some cash to pay. Then she pulled you over to a table near the counter and told you to sit down.

“They’ll call my name when they’re ready. No need to stand around any more than we have to,” she told you. As you sat down, you looked around, taking in everything in the room. Smiling, she watched you, resting her chin on her palm. When your eyes met hers, you immediately broke away and looked down at the table, a small blush beginning to creep up your cheeks.

“What’s with the staring, you see me pretty much every day.” Chaeyoung just smiled a bit wider.

“You look cute today.” Immediately, your face got more red. Chaeyoung’s heart was pounding behind her ribs, but she tried to swallow down her nervousness. Just as you opened your mouth to respond, the barista behind the counter called out Chaeyoung’s name. Both of you jumped, then sent sheepish looks to each other before Chaeyoung got up to get the drinks. She gently sat yours down in front of you, then sat in her own seat and took a sip of her own, looking out the window, the burst of confidence she’d had moments ago simmered out.

“You look cute too.” She almost choked on the hot liquid, but managed to swallow it and hold back the cough tickling her throat.

“Oh. Uh, thank you.” You nodded and took a sip of your own drink, cheeks still red. It wasn’t from the chill outside.

“Um, let’s just stay here for a while,” you said softly, staring down at the table. Chaeyoung wrapped her hands around the warm cup and looked at you. “I like being here. With you. It’s warm.” A smile moved across her lips and she looked down at the coffee cup in her hands.

“Me too.” She put one hand down on the table, and slowly, you put down your hand as well, so that your fingers were touching hers. You smiled. She smiled. And you both sipped your drinks, warm cheeks smiling at the world.

“A Gryffindor and a Slytherin, huh? Who would’ve thought,” Nayeon said, squinting at Chaeyoung, her arms crossed and her eyebrows drawn. Chaeyoung opened her mouth to reply, but Jeongyeon stepped in before she could, imitating Nayeon’s stance and glaring back at her.

“You gotta problem with that? It’s 2017, who cares if a Slytherin and a Gryffindor date?” Nayeon gave her a once over.

“I wasn’t talking to you, Jeongyeon. Why would you care?” Jeongyeon took a deep breath, put her hands on her hips, and grinned.

“Because I want to slither in, Nayeon.” Chaeyoung winced as Nayeon landed a solid punch to Jeongyeon’s side, making the other girl laugh and groan at the same time. You looked between the two, worry evident on your face, but Chaeyoung wrapped her arm around you and pulled you away.

“Don’t mind them. Seriously, they do this all the time. It’s their weird way of flirting,” Chaeyoung said. You wrinkled your nose and sent one last look back at the scene. A few other Slytherins were headed down the hall, and you tensed, but they said nothing, just whistling in a teasing manner. One girl, named Tzuyu, yelled for you to get it. Your faced bloomed red, and Chaeyoung laughed before moving her hand down and tangling her fingers together with yours.

“So, about what Nayeon said,” you started, tightening your hold on Chaeyoung’s hand with a small smile. Chaeyoung raised her eyebrows.

“About what Nayeon said about what?”

“She said a Slytherin and a Gryffindor dating. You think she was talking about us?” The butterflies in Chaeyoung’s stomach did butterflies.

“Maybe?” She said, not wanting to mess up whatever you were going to say.

“Well,” you said. “I’d like to make that a truth.” Chaeyoung’s heart all but stopped. The butterflies stuttered to a stop, wondering if they had heard right.

“You mean. You want to date me?” You nodded your head and looked over at Chaeyoung.

“Yeah. Do you want to date me?” The butterflies exploded. Chaeyoung almost cried, but she settled instead for laughing.

“Of course. I’d love to.”

[sunbaebes]

Crooked Chapter 5

Summary:Big Bang Mafia AU-

Chapter 1   Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6  Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Epilogue

When the members of Kwon Ji Yong’s men take up a deal with the Italian mob, they think kidnapping one young woman will be a piece of cake. But all isn’t as it seems, and soon Ji Yong is realizing that maybe he’s bitten off more than he can chew…..

Disclaimer : Rated M for violence, and eventual smut.

A/N: Thank you to everyone who wished me well and who were understanding while I was getting over my sickness. I know that there was a long break between this and the last chapter and I’m sorry about that, I’ll work harder now that I’m feeling better <3 lots of love <3

Due to his injuries, G Dragon spends the next few days behind the scenes. Choosing to stay at the house so that his injury can heal means that most of the time he’s yelling into the phone in his office, or chewing out a rookie in the foyer. It also means you see him a lot more. There’s a new open door policy that went through the house, and most days your door is propped open, letting the flood of business conversation as well silly rough housing reach your ears. It’s nice feeling to be part of the house instead of confined to a room. At first G Dragon would just pass casually, pausing in the door way to ask how you were, or to catch a scene of a drama. As the days went on, standing became sitting, and somehow it had landed into your current situation of eating shrimp crackers and complaining about the latest drama you were watching.

“I mean honestly, did they even try?”

G Dragon sat in a pair of lounging slacks and a loose t-shirt, his one hand raised towards the tv in outrage, fist closed around a handful of crackers.

“Zero chemistry,” you nodded in agreement, poking at the clay mask on your face to see if it was dry, “Put something else on, I’m washing this off.”

It had been surprisingly easy to get comfortable around him. G Dragon was a man with two sides, a monster while conducting business; ruthless, cold, and mean. When he was with his men, or alone with you, his edges softened. Most of the time he stayed silent, always the observer. When he spoke, it was either to give direction, or input he deemed important. The last two days in particular he’d been more vocal, and you could tell in the way his eyes wandered around the room that he was growing restless.

“How did you even survive being locked up in here?” he called from the main room, loud enough to be heard over the running water as you washed your face. “How can you sit here and just watch tv all day?”

Patting your face dry, you walked back into the room, where G Dragon had spread out, with his feet splayed out towards the head of the bed.

“In case you’ve forgotten, you’re the one who kidnapped me and left me with nothing to do.”

“Right.”

He looked over at you for a minute, before his mouth split into a devilish grin, “Shall we spring you out then, just for a bit?”

Your heart dropped from your chest to your toes, freezing the smile on your face.

“You’re out of your mind,” you laughed uneasily, walking back into the bathroom to apply more of your skincare routine. Anxiety coursed through you, making your hands shake. He couldn’t possibly understand what he was offering you. The taste of freedom was so tempting that it pricked your eyes. The idea that it was a false freedom made the bile in your stomach churn. When you looke up in the mirror, G Dragon’s reflection stares back. Without a sound, he had come to sit on the lip of the tub, his feline eyes narrowed as they inspect you.

“If it’s hard enough for me to spend a couple days locked up, it must have been way worse for you.”

All you can do is shrug. Of course it’s been hard sitting alone with nothing to do. Of course the stir crazy just about makes your head explode, but the last few days had been better. Being able to talk with the guys had made living here feel almost normal, like unconventional roommates. This offer to taste the outside world changed things. It brought back the reality that you were more-or-less imprisoned by G Dragon and his men. Thoughts of how G Dragon acted when he was working scared you, and contrasted harshly against the man who watched dramas with you and pouted over which snacks to eat.

Looking at him now, your eyes automatically glide over the bandages that peak out from under his sleeve. Going under the sink, you find the first aid kit, and make your way over to where he sat.

“Have you been changing this as often as I told you to?” you ask, lifting up his sleeve. He doesn’t speak, and you don’t mind. Slowly undressing the wound you see that it’s healing slowly, but with no sign of infection or irritation. “Looks good,” you mutter, pulling out some cream to pat into the affected area.

“I never really took the time to thank you.”

His hand comes up to catch yours, and you look him in the eyes.

“I was just trying to help,” you smile, unsure of what else to do, and try pulling your hand away, but he holds it a bit tighter.

“Let’s get out of here. We can do whatever you want all day; I owe you that at least.”

G Dragon’s features are soft, his lips turned up just slightly at their edges in an easy smile. You couldn’t say no, you didn’t want to, and so it was settled. You redressed G Dragon’s wound, and then shooed him from the room so that you could change clothes and apply some makeup.

Alone in your room, excitement takes over. Flipping to the weather channel, you find that the fall weather seemed to be holding off, and that the outside world was sunny and cool. You decide to wear a soft pink dress with long sleeves that also hugged your hips and dipped low in the collar without being scandalous. Pairing it with nude tights and cream colored heels, you danced into the bathroom to apply simple make up with soft pinks and a striking wing of eyeliner before running towards the closet to pick a coat.

You only had one arm through your coat before there was a knock at your door.

“Come in,” you called, slipping your other arm into its sleeve and shrugging on the coat. Seungri walked in, a frown line pinched on his forehead.

“Y/N—,”Whatever he was about to say suddenly dropped off his tongue as he looked at you. Blushing, you played at your hair, wondering if you should have done something special with it.

“Wow.” Youngbae had entered the room, wearing a black hoodie and a matching beanie. “Lookin’ good, Y/N.”

“A big improvement to the sweatpants we usually see,” Seungri smiles, finally recovering from his word loss. G Dragon walked in, speaking in low tones to TOP, his outfit changed to black fitted trousers and matching black top under a sequined tuxedo blazer. The thick braded gold chain that hung from his neck looked heavy, but tied his seemingly ridiculous outfit into something sexy and fashionable.

While you were busy staring down his outfit, he was busy doing the same with you. When his roaming eyes finally caught your intention, you felt your body blush. Though you were covered, you felt exposed. When his eyes finally met yours, he smirked, finishing whatever conversation he’d been having and placing a hand on TOP’s shoulder before walking over to you.

“Ready to go?” You nod, choosing to look at the cigarette behind his ear rather than his face, giving yourself a moment to adjust to his new image.

He holds a silent arm out to you, and you take it, letting him lead you down the steps and through the front doors where a sleek sports car waits, the low purr of the engine stirring butterflies in your stomach.

“We’re really going,” you whisper, trying very hard not to take the steps two at a time. G Dragon smiles to himself, release you to open the door for you, and letting himself in on the other side.  There is a dark screened partition between yourself and the front seats, and the windows of the vehicle are tinted so that you feel rather than see someone get into the passenger seat.

“That will be Youngbae,” G Dragon mutters, shrugging down in his seat and taking the cigarette out from behind his ear. Rather than lighting it, he plays with it between his fingers, rolling it back and forth as the engine goes from a purr to a roar, and you begin to move.

“Where are we going?”

“Where would you like to go?”

“Anywhere?”

“Within reason,” he mutters, paying attention to his hands rather than looking at you.

“I don’t know,” you trace your lower lip in thought, “I never got to explore Seoul, someone decided to kidnap me.”

“We don’t have to go to Seoul, Busan is a couple hours away, Incheon is even closer.”  You shrug, still worrying your lip with your finger, there had been so many places you wanted to visit when you’d first arrived in Seoul, and now everything seemed to slip from your mind. You had no money for shopping, and all the places you wanted to explore were too important to trump over another.

With a loud sigh, G Dragon reached over and grabbed your hand, relieving your lip. His fingers gently wrapped around yours, and when you looked at him he was studying you, face blank with concentration. To his left he pressed a button.

“Yeah?” Youngbae’s voice came from a hidden speaker. G Dragon smiled,

“Take us to Insadong.”

When you step out of the car, you’re hit with city air. There are people walking up and down narrow streets, and vendors selling street food and pottery, as well as small figurines. There are skincare shops and hundreds of lit signs announcing food and different art galleries; you almost don’t know where to look.

“Is this okay?” G Dragon now stands beside you, his cigarette unlit, pinched between his lips. Though the sun has clouded over, he wears sunglasses, hiding his expression.

“It’s great,” you smile, looking in one direction, and then the next, “Where should we start?”

“I have a few ideas,” he smiles back, tilting his head towards the direction he’d like to start.

You’re relieved to be with a Seoul native, finding comfort in how easily he’s able to navigate down the small alleyways, telling you which food places are the best despite how they may appear. You pop in and out of galleries, looking at wonder photography, and paintings that vary from relaxing landscapes to brightly colored abstracts. G Dragon has a lot to say about each exhibit, and seems to know a fair amount about some of the artists. You find you like this G Dragon the most. He’s patient and happy to indulge in your questions, and even happier to talk about the mood or feeling he feels the creator was trying to convey. While you stroll along streets and through shops, G Dragon is always right beside you, and farther back, almost out of sight are Youngbae and Seungri. They follow unsuspectingly, waiting outside of most stores, but always watching.

“They’re for protection.” G Dragon had told you, “Not everyone thinks I’m as charming as I do.” He jokes, but his smile twitches at its corners, unable to pull tight like the others, and you know what he tells you is only a half truth.

While the days goes on, you sit and have a large meal that G Dragon tells you is called han jeong sik. Youngbae and Seungri sit across from you, and you’re happy to be able to talk to them after so much time of seeing them from the corner of your eye.

The first course is filled with sweet and sour fish, cold noodle, japchae, sweet potatoes mashed and drizzled with varying sauces and a bean curd salad. Sashimi, cold marinated pork belly and sweet and sour fried prawns were delivered soon after.

“How are we supposed to eat all of this?” your eyes were wide, as the spices and sauces overwhelmed your senses, your mouth watering at the spread in front of you.

“I hope you have plenty of room,” he smiled, “This is only the first course.”

Your conversation rolled with the rotation of plates, going over what you’d already seen in the day and what else you could see. Surrounded by delicious food and a warm atmosphere laughing comes easily for everyone. G Dragon takes a special liking to the different types of Sashimi that roll out, as well as  a smoke salmon that comes out with some honeyed pumpkin.

While the first and second course seem to be more modern and experimental versions of dishes, the final dish is more traditional with banchan and soondubujiggae. The men are quick to serve you, adding bits of kimchi or bringing your attention to a side plate that they believe is the most delicious. Finally, with full bellies, you enjoy a cup of scorched rice tea and head back out into the day.

“I feel like I could burst!” You stretch, feeling content and happy, and look behind you to see that it is just you and G Dragon again.

“Isn’t it odd to have your friends stalking you?” he shrugs,

“It’s part of the job, we do what we need to to insure that everyone is safe.”

G Dragon then takes you to large mall, where you spend hours looking at clothes and makeup products. You think he’s going to be bored or rush you, but instead he gives his input on colors that he believes suit you as well as brands he favors.

“Your girlfriend is very pretty,” one beauty consultant comments, as she helps you look for a lip color.

Your face goes hot, and you start to shake your head in vigorous denial but G Dragon slips a hand around your waist and says a small thank you.

It’s not the last time it happens, and your face heats every time, even more so when G Dragon wraps an arm around you. By the time you’re finished shopping, your face feels permanently flushed, the last of your bags being handing off to Youngbae and Seungri to take back to the car. The shops around you are closing down, and the sky above has gone dark, and despite the large amount of food you’d had hours before, you’re starting to run on empty.

“It’s been a long day,” G Dragon sighs, pulling out a cigarette, and turning away to light it, “would you like to head back?”

“Not yet,” you say quickly, all too unwilling to go back to your gilded cage. You look around quickly for something that will allow you to stay a bit longer.

In the distance, a warm light glows from a tented street stall, you point to it and turn to G Dragon with big eyes and a sweet smile; “Let’s go for a drink!” He smiles and nods,

“Okay.”

Seungri and Youngbae don’t follow you this time, instead taking the car back to drop off all the bags you’d acquired from shopping.

“It might take us a bit with traffic,” Seungri mutters, kicking his feet at loose stones, “are you sure you don’t want one of us staying behind?” G Dragon waves him off, and running a hand through his hair.

“We’ll have a drink and wait for you here. I’m sure I can take a tent full of drunks on my own if I need to.” It sounds like a joke, but he says it seriously. Seungri doesn’t look happy, but he says nothing, bowing quickly towards his superior, and then walking back towards Youngbae who waited with the car.

You order tteokbokki and a few bottles of soju, and pick a bench farther away from other patrons. G Dragon cracks open the bottle and fills both your glasses before signaling you to take a drink.

“Thank you,” you mutter, suddenly feeling shy without your bodyguards. Both of you seem more interested in the rice cakes than looking at one another, and it takes a bit of silent drinking and eating before G Dragon finally says something.

“How did you like today?”

“It was great!” you say quickly, sipping at your third shot of soju, sucking in a break as it burns its way down your throat. “I’m glad I finally got to see a bit of Seoul.”

“I’m sorry,” he says, and you both know he doesn’t need to explain what he’s sorry for. You both know he’s the reason you weren’t able to see it before.

“It must of bored you to go shopping for so long,” you say instead, popping a rice cake into your mouth, the sweet and spicy sauce warming your body over the growing cold of the fall night.

“Not at all,” he laughs, “I like shopping, and teasing you proved to be quite rewarding as well.”

He looks up at you then, a devilish grin on his face as he knocks back another shot of soju. You huff, finishing your glass off in one shot.

“Those girls were flustered by you.”

“They weren’t the only ones it seems.” A blush creeps onto your face, and you blame it on the soju.

“Well you told them I was your girlfriend! Imagine what their faces would have looked like if you told them who I really was to you.”

“Mmm.” he nods, turning his now empty glass around between his thumb and forefinger, “I wonder what that is exactly.”

The statement is odd, it should have a simple answer, but when the word ‘hostage’ pops into your head it feels off, and ‘captor’ doesn’t seem to fit someone who has dedicated a whole day to make you happy. The silence draws out and it seems both of your are pondering the same thing.

“Was it such a horrible concept?” he asks quietly, finally setting his glass down to fill it.

“What?” you’re not really sure what he’s saying, and you’re still a bit lost in thought, moving the rice cakes around your plate slowly.

“When I told them I was your boyfriend, did it really make you uncomfortable?”

You look up at him then, his eyes are glued to you, and you’re sure he sees your face go another shade darker. When your stomach explodes with anxiety, it’s not for dread, but rather expectation. It’s not the sinking feeling of dread, but rather the electric feeling that crawls up in your throat before blooming into butterflies.

“Well it’s just a little ridiculous,”  you mutter, stuffing your mouth with food, “I don’t even know your real name.”

“Ji yong.”

“What?”

“Kwon Ji Yong. That’s my real name.” he’s still staring at you, not even blinking as he races the cup to his lips and takes a long drink. When you say nothing else he clears his throat,

“You already know Youngbae and Daesung. Seungri’s name is Lee Seunghyun, but he is the youngest Seunghyun, so we usually keep his nickname. TOP’s full name is Choi Seunghyun.”

“Why do you have false names?”

“In my line of work, you don’t always want people knowing your real name, and other times,it also reflects your reputation. Seunghyun wouldn’t being TOP if he wasn’t the best at what he does.”

You nod, you roll G Dragon’s name around in your mind before finally saying it out loud,

“Ji yong,”

“I’d prefer that you refer to me by that from now on.”

“Ji yong,” you say again; he smiles.

[grubhivemind]

-- decastichAmazifier [DA] began pestering aurulentHuntsman [AH] -- 

DA: sup working man 

DA: there he is, standing post proudly with his boot on a stump, tiddies out, hair billowing 

DA: unless i caught you during the lunch break and you're slurpin noodles while reading this 

DA: no less attractive but entirely different situations though one is decidedly saucier... damn we just found the peak of potential sexiness 

DA: good work team

AH: KAVI! ~}==> 

AH: What a pleasant surprise! Indeed, you have caught me during a moment of respite, so your timing is QUITE fortuitous ~}==> 

AH: I could definitely eat though, now that you mention it... ~}==>

DA: the hunger is real and altogether mutual, but let's work on food first 

DA: guess which handsome guy is having his handsome boyfriend drop by lunch? 

DA: Avalon is a lot of ground to cover and while i'd hate to dump a tracking chip on you i can't help to realize how convenient it'd make dropping in

AH: How inventive! We could exchange tracking chips if you'd like! HAHA ~}==> 

AH: I'm sure that would be unnecessary, however... I am always at your beck and call, of course ~}==> 

AH: For now, you can find me at home ~}==>

DA: there he goes feeding into my bad habits with grace and flourish while also being a sweet fuckin dork, expertly disarmed.. damn 

DA: you can't tell but i'm clenching my fist like a prepubescent anteater... or aardvark ...... the fuck? 

DA: i'm gonna google it on my way over

DA: see you in 10 babe

-- decastichAmazifier [DA] ceased pestering aurulentHuntsman [AH] -- 

KAVI: =It's a home he's well familiar with so don't mind him swoocing on in there... unless it's into one of Auryhn's mechanical servants then really don't mind and please look away from that fumble. He's having a better hair day but with changing from the hot to the cold his curls are all tight and extra sproingy=

AURYHN: -please, he has security cameras everywhere... he sees all. but he will not crush kavi's pride by drawing attention to his blunders. instead he trots out into the hall to greet him with a swoosh of his coat.- There you are! ~}==>

KAVI: =HE WILL HACK YOU.... but not this time because all the toys are away. The coat and scarf are already coming off, Auryhn gets a big smile and a cold kiss on the cheek= it's me, your dream come reality 

KAVI: even more so since i got nibbles, hope you're in the mood for Earth-style Mediterranean 

KAVI: i'm expanding my menu.. trying anyway

AURYHN: It sounds DELECTABLE ~}==> 

AURYHN: You know I'm always willing to try something different ~}==> -winks and places a palm to kavi's back, leading him towards one of his many drawing rooms in the wing that's still private to him, as opposed to being repurposed for his CREW. it's much more casual here than eating in the dining area. he'd rather kavi feel cozy and at home.-

KAVI: =Here's the scoop though, he does feel at home here and most certainly with Auryhn in general. It's kinda scary, very exciting, and exceedingly frightening. Being in love is great but it doesn't really come hard for people like him which sprouds a wariness that he can't shake but, conflictingly, not give a shit to shake.= 

KAVI: nuts, and here i was plotting all kinds of ways to convince you there goes the pre-lunch seduction 

KAVI: which is probably in the best interest of all parties, hummus goes on pita, it's basically law and i'd hate the local authority to catch wind to my wrongdoings =he'd HATE it, it'd be so awful.... but once in the dining area he lays out the food fresh from his sylladex thus fresh from the kitchen= 

KAVI: =A hearty salad with things like chic peas and purple lettuce, falafels and thinly sliced meats and not to mention the hummus and some cucumber sauce he tried to make. Also because presentation is everything he has it looking fancy for his spoiled prince=

AURYHN: -yes, these are two men who truly value presentation. auryhn is eyeing the display with much interest, on the edge of his seat and gathering up his meal.- This is fantastic! And you prepared it all yourself? ~}==> 

AURYHN: -he's such a carnivore, despite half his family being vegetarian, and chomps right into the falafel without a moment's hesitation. it's only kavi around, there's no need to be COMPLETELY refined.-

KAVI: mmhmmmmm, right down to the pita =chinhands while Auryhn tears into his food. Kavi's always been more of a nibbler so that's what he's doing= 

KAVI: nothin but the best for you, sugarcube =and he intends to make it the best... having practiced these recipes for around a week Figaro's had more than his fair share of lettuce and other greens other turtles can only dream of= gotta make sure my man's well-fed

AURYHN: -looks up from his food with big smiles and shiny eyes. so much adoration. kavi spoils him... and he does like to be spoiled, even if he's sometimes a little too prideful to admit. after dabbing at his face with his napkin -- because he's no HEATHEN -- he leans in to give kavi a kiss on the side of his head.- 

AURYHN: It's delicious, Kavi. Thank you ~}==> 

AURYHN: I must return the favor next time... ~}==> -it's been a while since he's done any cooking. it's a shame.-

KAVI: =grins and never ceases the chinhand= anytime babe, i look forward to that 

KAVI: maybe sometime we can cook together, that'd be bitchin =He misses that cooking and also Auryhn in general. All this hero-ing makes him nervous but he doesn't mention it..... much=

AURYHN: -he seems EXTRA excited about that idea.- Egads, that's genius! Why haven't be thought of that before? ~}==> -he's so pleased, he smooches on kavi again... and nuzzles him... he might be a little starved for affection.-

KAVI: we were too busy one-upping each other into oblivion on the smooth factor =smiles at the nuzzles, good excellent. Crosses his legs and leans on Auryhn. Up on him actually for a kiss= 

KAVI: we can make time for it and other shit, multi-tasking if need be

AURYHN:  If anyone has the drive and the capability to achieve that kind of multitasking, it would be us! ~}==>

AURYHN: However, I'd rather not divide up any of my attention when I have time alone with you ~}==> -don't mind him as he abandons his food to touch at kavi's cheek, brush a thumb at his springy curls.-

KAVI: =Turns into that hand and lightly kisses Auryhn's palm, his hair is soft and if it's pulled it'll bounce right back up. Speaking of let's get up he settles in Auryhn's lap, scooting him out from the table a little= 

KAVI: oh you wouldn't be dividing any attention, not from me .... really 

KAVI: hypothetical question: could we or could we not squeeze in a quickie while making a robust stew?

AURYHN: -grinning at this kavi he has bundled up in his lap, resting his hands on his sides... only to short circuit a little at the question.- AH... ~}==> 

AURYHN: THAT SEEMS LIKE IT COULD GET....... Messy ~}==> -wheeze-

KAVI: =shrugs cooly and plays with Auryhn's ponytail, putting it over a strong shoulder then moves to play with his ear= maybe but that's always, if the mess in the kitchen is a big deal there's an easy fix 

KAVI: =Let's it hang in the air for a minute= i mean. i could just turn around

AURYHN: -oh deer, he's quite blue in the face now, his ear twitching under kavi's delicate touch.- That would be... much more convenient ~}==> AURYHN: -hands smooth down his thighs, palming at them with a sudden eagerness.-

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KAVI: =All according to keikaku= KAVI: see, that's what i'm sayin we can be mad efficient =Leans down to kiss Auryhn's collarbone then tips his head up, nosing under his jaw. He can't not grin at that cool blush= we could do a practice run just to be sure if you're still worried though... unless you gotta get back =Which yeah the way Kavi drags his fingers and speaks soft and low under Auryhn's ear that's basically a thing he's gunning to not happen. He will play dirty=

AURYHN: -honestly, he doesn't need much convincing when it comes to any form of attention -- but especially so in this case. he's already long gone and the sweet touches might as well be torture. he grips at kavi tighter.- Well... Haha... Surely if there was any immedi8 threat to 8e concerned with, I'd know... ~}==> 

AURYHN: But who's to stop me from neighing-- STAYING ~}==> -all the heat rushes to his face for his excited slip ups. how embarrassing.-

KAVI: =Neighing... Kavi grins and even though that tighter grip makes his insides roll in excitement he also just-- now directly in Auryhn's ear= (hey how you doin big man lemme knicker in ya ear, you can pun all night baby. wordplay is my second favorite) = snickers and nips at that lobe, dangerous flat teeth watch out.=

AURYHN: -flat as they are, the way they scrape is an entirely different kind of  deadly. between that and the whispers (FILLY as they are) he's shuddering all the way down to his toes, his blunders all but forgotten.- I wouldn't call it... especially clever wordplay... But a slip of the tongue ~}==>

AURYHN: You've got me rather twisted up... ~}==> -reciprocates with sweet kisses to kavi's neck, his hands grasping with more confidence, up under his shirt at the warm skin of his sides.-

KAVI: =A grin spreads over his face feeling Auryhn shudder, good. Excellent.= i'll give you a slip of the tongue, also it's cute 

KAVI: my only thing is be prepared for me to prod you the next century if you're about to bust a trollnut and a pun comes out, i'm just saying it's out of my hands and gives me life while also destroying me 

KAVI: =Mutters through the neck kisses and flexes for the wandering hands and undoes his ponytail gently. Combing fingers through Auryhn's hair to fan it out= before the mocking starts i can help you unwind though.... we.... do have a perfectly good table right here and technically i didn't put out dessert so that can be fixed =presses a kiss to Auryhn's cheek, it's him. He is the dessert. It's a careful, gentle set-up to being boned on furniture. Smooth=

AURYHN: -oh yes, VERY subtle... but auryhn didn't need much coaxing. after moving aside the food on the table, his hands secure under kavi's ass, lifting him with ease and a rumbly purr, silky smooth and contrasting his chastising words.- 

AURYHN: Must you be so crude? I've herdly been given the chance to romance you ~}==> -with that, he plops kavi onto the table, crushing him under more kisses.- 

AURYHN: Or would you prefer to skip that part? ~}==> 

AURYHN: Whatever you desire, your wish is my command...~}==>

KAVI: =The second this dumb chair is out of the way his legs secure themselves around Auryhn's waist. Then snickers against his lips, pausing from slipping up Auryhn's shirt= whoa time out, are you sure? you bathe in pure romance babe, Mr. Flowers-for-no-reason =Bye shirt, folds it and puts it under his head. His now= 

KAVI: oh, rare flowers from the top of mountains not one a wholeassed bouquet nbd KAVI: but i mean.... if it's player's choice then i'm ready for more unbridled spoilage from my super sweet boyfriend =cops cop tiddies=

AURYHN: -these unbridled stallion tiddies FLEX under kavi's hands.- In that case... ~}==> 

AURYHN: -kisses down his neck to his collar tenderly, shifting over him to start pulling his shirt up as well, exposing more skin to cover in more cool, gentle smooches.- Please allow me to worship every inch of you ~}==>

KAVI: =NICE. These are the goods and Kavi's cat is showing because he's kneading them, poses gently as his shirt is pulled up :sparkle: But also.... :eyes: hot diggity= 

KAVI: when you ask that nicely how could i say no?