#amused arousal to dumbfounded admiration

[tatooedlaura-blog]

Blue-Suede Shoes

The series is as follows :

Mama Scully’s Party …. Morning … Underwears … Maps … Nachos … Foul Ball … Promises … Stay … Phone Calls … Flannel Interruption … Awakening… Friendly Compromises … Scrabble … Apart …  A Long Week … Lightning … Missing You … Interim … Stuff … Waiting … Going … Hands … Unsteady … Fear … Fast … Slow … Regardless … Into the Dark … Light … Surfboards … Curbs … Showers … Borders … Canyons … Soaked … Ice Cream … Never Happened … Deep South … Almost … Blue-Suede Shoes … Unwelcome … Remarkable … Stars … Doorbells … M&Ms … Knees ... Home

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“Wait, what?”

“What?”

“First you took me to Roswell and now, honest-to-your-God, Scully, we are on a North facing highway that stops in Memphis. If we are going to Graceland, I might just pop my stitches and bleed all over this car.”

“We are not going to Graceland, Mulder.” His face fell faster that Langley’s when Scully once, for fun, told him that the Ramones were a terrible group. Scully saw it out the corner of her eye, then continued, “it’s an over-rated, kerfuffle of horded crap worthy of the dumpster and not much else.” Reaching across the car, Mulder gently placed his palm on her cheek, then simply held it there, at least a minute passing until finally Scully cracked, “what the hell are you doing?”

“Waiting patiently until you retract your sacrilege against the king. Until then, my hand will remain in its place on your face.”

“Mulder.”

“Yes, blasphemer?”

“The King is dead.”

His hand remained for another three minutes until Scully began softly humming ‘Blue Suede Shoes’ and he pulled away, “I knew it! You are a terrible, terrible person and I am going to make you sit in the Jungle Room for an extra ten minutes.”

“Ppssht. I’m only taking you because what is a paltry 400 extra miles when I’ve already driven you across the country … two countries actually?”

He dug in the center console and retrieved the thing he’d been hiding.

Gently, he poked her on the arm, then pulled her hand towards him, opened her palm and placed there their last red M&M.

Biting it in half, she handed the second part back to him.

They shared their candy love in silence.

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After about an hour in the car, Mulder meekly asked if she’d pull over so he could lay down in the backseat. His head was pounding and his stomach roiled from it, the motion of the car and making sure he didn’t bump his head. His muscles ached and the speed of the landscape moving past made his eyes hurt. All in all, even the prospect of Graceland wasn’t enough to keep him comfortable.

Shifting luggage and bags, she helped him settle down, pillow beneath his head, feet pulled up, bare foot pressed against the closed door with his cast resting on his leg, “how’s that?”

If he could have kept her cool hand on his forehead, he would have. In his muddled, half-dazed brain, he wondered if maybe he asked, she would crawl in the back seat with him and cool him off with those smooth fingertips of hers, putting out the fire pounding in his brain.

But the soft pillow won out, him slipping into sleep before he could form more than the first syllable of, “ple ...”

He slept two hours without movement, Scully in the front seat, reaching back every few minutes to make sure he was still breathing, warm enough, cool enough, stable enough not to roll off the seats. She spent a lot of time in the quiet, not wanting to bother him with the radio but after awhile, she began getting what Mulder called ‘crazy eyes’ so she began humming, first ‘Blue Suede Shoes’ then the rest of the Elvis catalogue her mother loved and had played constantly throughout her childhood.

She then moved on to Motown, eventually progressing to singing when humming stopped working.

After that second hour passed, though, even singing wasn’t cutting it. Pulling over in the nearest rest area, she parked under the shade of the tree-lined back lot. Careful to put the seat back so she didn’t squish his face, she turned on her side and fell asleep immediately, window cracked for fresh air and hand resting on Mulder’s knee.

He stirred when she parked but then drifted off again, waking only when he heard a truck’s rumbling diesel engine drive past behind them. Seeing the crown of her head not far away, he reached up, playing with the escaped curls hanging down over the back of the seat.

She must not have been sleeping too soundly because her hand, still on his knee, squeezed the joint lightly, her voice sleepy but waking up, “hi.”

“Morning, sunshine.”

“It’s 3:30 in the afternoon, Mulder.”

“Afternoon, sunshine.”

Twisting, she struggled until her elbows were under her and her head resting on her chin, staring at him, eyes red from sleep, “how’s your head?”

“Okay for the moment.”

Scully reached out, touching his temple briefly, “no fever, headache, chills, blood pounding in your stitches?”

With a smile, “I am alive. Let’s just leave it at that for now.”

“Then ready to get moving again? Want to come back up here or stay lying down?”

Already making to move, “I’ll come up there. I can make song requests easier that way.”

“You heard me?”

“And I loved it so don’t get all embarrassed and weird about it and never do it again.”

Contorting until she could open the door and slither onto the ground, she helped him balance, then move to the passenger seat, “at least this time, I’ll have the radio for accompaniment.”

Soon, they were on the move again, getting gas, taking bathroom breaks and on Mulder’s part, smuggling bags of M&Ms out to the car in his pockets, having paid surreptitiously while Scully was standing by the gas pump and faced the other way.

He requested three more bathroom breaks before they reached Memphis, buying candy each time until his pockets rattled and he had to deposit them in his backpack in the back of the car on the pretense of getting a racy novel to read out loud to Scully. His reading voices amused her, especially when he arrived at some torrid sex scene that demanded a high female voice and added sound effects.

She nearly crashed the car at one point, having to steer to the shoulder to avoid the unnoticed traffic in front of her. Mulder looked at her, all aghast and fake-angry, “if I die with,” flipping the book around to read the cover, “’The Taking of the Shrew’ complete with Fabio on the cover, I will come back to haunt you.”

“But I don’t believe in ghosts.”

“I’ll convince you.”

Checking her mirrors and pulling back onto the road, “I wouldn’t doubt it.”

“Shall I go back to reading?”

“Of course.”

Eventually, they arrived in Memphis, no worse for the wear but once she did get out of the car, Scully immediately bent at the waist, her spine cracking from neck to tail. She hung her arms down for a few moments until she saw Mulder’s crutch ends appear in her vision, contrasting with the dark asphalt paving of the hotel parking lot.

“You all right there, partner?”

“I need to lay down.” Slowly righting herself, she put both hands on her lower back, “and I need to go for a run later. I sat too long without a break.”

“Preaching to the choir again, Scully. I would kill to run even to the other side of the lot.”

Frowning in sympathy, “maybe we can get you in a pool for a little while, let you swim a little if you swear you won’t move your leg.”

“What about the stitches in my head?”

Patting his hand briefly where it curled around the handle of his crutches, “you are a mess, I gotta say.”

“Come closer and say that. I’ll take you out with my whacking sticks.”

And for that, he got a look of amusement that proved once again that she had a very dirty mind.

&&&&&&&&&&&&

His headache calmed enough to manage another nap before going out in search of the best BBQ in Memphis. Find it they did, coming back to the hotel covered in sticky sauce and with leftovers enough to feed them for two more meals. Scully headed straight for the shower with Mulder discovering he had to pee only after he heard the shower curtain close, the water already on full.

Knowing he couldn’t wait, he knocked on the door, then turned the knob, happy to find it unlocked. “Hey, Scully? Do you mind if I use the bathroom?”

A quick check revealed a solid shower curtain, “sure. Only to pee, I hope. If you need it for something else, I’ll get out right now.”

“Nope. No pooping, promise.” Once he was done with that, he washed his hands, then leaned back against the sink, staring at the disappointingly opaque plastic barrier between him and his suds’d-up partner, “need any help?”

First, he heard the bar of soap drop, then, following a higher pitched octave, ‘no, thank you’, he heard the plastic thump of the shampoo bottle hitting the bathtub bottom. Grinning, “you all right in there?”

“Just fine.”

Enjoying his position at the moment, “I was thinking that after we finish here, maybe we could go to Kitty Hawk in North Carolina; do both oceans on the same vacation before we go home. I know they have house rentals right on the beach so maybe I could call a real estate place and see if I can get us one for a few days?”

Inside the shower, ever since she said he could use the toilet, she’d been a clumsy mess. Soap dropping, shampoo dropping, washcloth dropping, she was afraid to use her razor for fear of accidental suicide by artery slicing on her ankle. She knew exactly why she suddenly turned into this awkward mess of an individual and it made her stomach flutter and twist, heart pounding in her chest. She was very wet and very naked and the only thing keeping him from seeing her was a flimsy-ass piece of plastic that kept sticking to her elbows.

When he mentioned North Carolina and a beach house, she kept her composure even though she had the sudden vision of secluded wrap-around porches and sand dunes and quiet, cozy living rooms with plaid couches overlooking churning waves and dark, stormy skies. She came back down to Earth long enough to say, in a voice she hoped didn’t hitch, “sounds good. Never been there. Can I surf?”

He was a profiler for the FBI for God’s sake and a trained Psychologist who had been with the same woman for the last six years … he heard the hitch.

And he grinned, “well, then, I’ll leave you to your showering and I’ll go see what kind of place I can find for us. Two days from now, you think?”

“Maybe three or four. It’s another 1000 miles, I think.”

Moving from amused arousal to dumbfounded admiration, “how the hell do you know mileage everywhere?”

Politely thanking God for the distraction, “I’m the navigator, Mulder. It’s what I do.”

“You frighten me sometimes.”

“Thank you.”

[queensoybean0724]

Succession Chapter 17 (Karl Heisenberg/female reader) Resident Evil Village fanfic

Title: Succession Chapter 17

Characters: Karl Heisenberg, female reader

Rating: NC-17 for sex and language (spanking, cunnilingus, handcuffs, restraints, blindfolding, P in V, creampie, unprotected sex *wrap it up kids* )

Summary: you discover a long lost relative has died and made you his sole beneficiary.  While flying to collect your inheritance, you crash in a village in Romania.

Author’s Note: I do not own the characters from Resident Evil Village.  This is a work of fiction.  Anything remotely similar to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter 17

“Are there any clothes of yours that you would like me to wash?”

You were on your knees by the dirty pile of clothes next to your suitcases.  It had been slowly growing as the days went by and you needed to get them clean.  The shirt and jeans you wore were the only decent clothes you had, and even that was suspect seeing as they smelled of cigar smoke and various other odors from the factory.

“You do know that there is a laundry machine, right?  You don’t actually have to wash them by hand…” Heisenberg remarked, taking steps towards you on the floor, a cup of coffee in hand.  He felt tired after only a small amount of sleep the night before.  But it was nobody’s fault but his own.  The constant fucking and his inability to keep his hands off you were hindering his sleep schedule.

“Really?” you said, looking up at him, “oh wow, I just assumed…”

“...being a Lord in a small village has its perks,” Heisenberg quipped, “...it’s an older model, but it still does the trick.”

“Well, what I said still holds.  I can wash your clothes along with mine,” you offered.

He smiled at you. “I don’t expect you to do anything for me, dollface.  We can wash our respective clothes together.”

You shrugged your shoulders in agreement and gathered the dirty clothes in your arms, standing to your feet.  “Okay, let’s go!”

Heisenberg finished his coffee and set the mug down on the table, removing his sunglasses.  You could barely see his eyes under his wide brimmed hat, but what you could see of them gleamed in mischief.  Oh, shit, what did he have planned now?

“We can do that later,” Heisenberg murmured, taking a step closer to you, “but now...I’m calling in my favor…”

“What favor?” you asked suspiciously.

“Oh come on,” Heisenberg scoffed, “don’t tell me you forgot.  A few days ago when I took you to see Moreau...you said if I accompanied you, that you would make it up to me…”

Your throat went dry.  Your fingers dug into the clothes piled up in your arms.  Realization, a bit of dread, and a twinge of excitement started in your body.  You did say that you would do anything to make up for it.  But with Heisenberg and that mischievous smirk on his lips, that could mean anything.

“What do you have in mind?” you asked hesitantly.

“Oh, pussycat...you have no idea.  Put those clothes back on the floor…”

You swallowed the nervous lump in your throat, turned, and let the pile fall to the floor next to your things.  Turning back to Heisenberg, you watched him remove his hat and put it on the table.  His trenchcoat was next.  He tossed it across one of the chairs.  

“Take off your clothes,” he ordered as he unbuttoned his shirt.  You stood there dumbfounded for a second as you watched him untuck his shirts, letting the buttoned-up one slide down his arms.  He reached for his undershirt, pulling it off overhead.  The objects around his neck clattered noisily as he set them on the table.

“I said, take off your clothes…” he repeated, his voice low and menacing.

You quickly jerked out of your stunned ogling and began to unzip your pants, not wanting to try his patience..  Heisenberg grinned as he unbuckled his belt, pulling it from the loops of his pants.  He folded the belt and grabbed each end in his hands, making it snap noisily.  You jumped at the loud noise and he laughed.

“Oh, I am going to have so much fun with you…” he promised.  Your heart raced in your chest.  You felt equal parts apprehension and excitement.  He was intelligent and creative...the possibilities that this favor held were endless…

He watched as you finished removing your clothes and you stood before him naked.  His tongue slid along his lips as he stepped towards you.  You looked up into his eyes as he slowly moved to your left, circling your body.  He looked you up and down, admiring every inch of you.  His belt touched your skin and you yelped.  Heisenberg chuckled.

“Bend over the bed, your hands pressed to the sheets,” he commanded, sliding his belt up your spine.  An exhilarated thrill surged through you and you turned to the bed, bending forward from your hips.  Heisenberg took the belt and let it roam along your ass.  You bit your bottom lip, wondering what he had in store for you.

You didn’t have long to wait as his belt came down across your ass, giving you a swift spank. A shriek escaped your mouth and Heisenberg laughed.  “Did that scare you, pussycat?” he asked playfully.  You exhaled and turned your face to look at him.  He stood there with his folded belt in his hands, an amused smile on his face.  His shirtless torso showed off his toned chest and stomach, making him look every bit the dangerous dominant man he was.

“Karl...please, do it again,” you murmured.  With a low growl, he brought the belt down again.  The spanks stung as they connected to your ass, him waiting momentarily in between.  The pain was brief before giving way to pleasure.  You felt his hand caress your cheeks, squeezing each in his grasp.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Y/N,” Heisenberg marveled, placing one hand on the small of your back as he spanked you.  You moaned loudly, lifting your gaze upwards.  After every couple of hits, he would rub and massage your ass, making sure you were okay.  Your skin reddened and was hot to the touch.  His gaze looked over your body, watching as you shivered at the blows of the belt.  Your moans and whimpers were like music to his ears.  And he wasn’t done with you yet.

“Lie on your back on the bed, your head on the pillow,” he ordered.

You followed his command, unable to hide the excitement on your face.  Heisenberg noticed and laughed.  “Oh, you are enjoying this, aren’t you, pussycat?” he marveled.  He walked to the head of the bed and bent down.  The familiar jangling of chains made your eyes go wide.

Heisenberg stood up with the makeshift handcuffs in his grasp.  You looked up at him, his eyes boring holes into yours.  Without a word, he took the cuffs and wrapped the headboard railing with the chains, looping them around and around until they were tight.

“Give me your hands,” he ordered.  One by one, you lifted your wrists and let him restrain you with the cuffs.  Your heart pounded and your mouth was dry.  There had been several nights in the past that you had entertained the fantasy of a man handcuffing you to a bed and raining down torturous pleasure so intense that it made you go insane...you couldn’t think of any other man that you wanted to submit to like this but Karl Heisenberg.

“Oh, fuck…” you moaned as Heisenberg’s fingers slid down your forearm and tricep.  He trailed his fingers down your body to your feet, slowly walking along the bed.  Your skin shivered and peppered with goosebumps.  This man knew just how to touch you.  In the short time you two had been fucking, he memorized every spot that made you whimper and every move that had you crying out in ecstasy.

He pulled his hand away and went to your suitcase, rifling through your things.

“What are you doing?” you asked, lifting your head to look at him.

“Looking for this,” he replied, standing straight, a scarf in his hand.  You released a breath as he sat on the edge of the bed next to you.  Leaning forward, he took the scarf and covered your eyes, tying it behind your head.

“Karl…” you whispered, gripping the chains of the handcuffs.  He adjusted the scarf over your face so that you couldn’t see anything.  You were bound and blindfolded, completely at his mercy.  The arousal that swirled in your belly was astronomical.

“Let me know at any time if you want me to stop,” Heisenberg said, “if it gets to be too much, tell me.  I don’t want to do anything you aren’t comfortable with…”

“For fuck’s sake, Karl, please don’t stop!” you whined, pushing your hips upwards, “this is so fucking hot…”

Heisenberg laughed and stood to his feet.  You heard the zipper of his pants and the sound of him kicking off his boots.  The shuffling of fabric followed by the drop of the remainder of his clothing met your ears.  How desperate you were to look at him standing naked before you.  You wanted to see his muscles flex, you wanted to feel his body under your hands, and you wanted to watch his face contort as he fucked you.

The mattress dipped under his weight as he spread your legs.  He lifted your right leg, his hand circling your ankle.  You sucked in a breath and released an anguished moan at the feel of his lips kissing down your calf.  Wetness slipped from your pussy and dripped onto the sheets.  The man’s soft lips coupled with the roughness of his beard made your senses go into overdrive.

His lips kissed to the back of your knee and his tongue licked lazily along the skin.  You arched your back and groaned.  The area was sensitive and erogenous.  You didn’t know that it was a place on your body that could elicit such pleasure.

“Karl...please…” you mewled.  Your body writhed in waves as he kissed down your inner thigh.

“I meant it when I said I wanted to kiss and lick every inch of your skin, Y/N…” Heisenberg said, “...I could devour your flesh, suck the sweat off and drink it…”

You felt like you were on the verge of insanity by the time he kissed down between your legs.  His hand gripped the outer thigh of your leg, spreading it wide as he kissed along your pussy lips.

“God dammit, Karl, please...I need it...I can’t take anymore…” you pleaded, bucking your hips upwards impatiently.  Heisenberg simply chuckled as he took his other hand and placed the lightest of touches on the tip of your clit.  

You let out an anguished squeal, grinding your head back into the pillow.  His kisses and touches were surprising and unexpected.  You took advantage of your sense of sight before, always being able to know when and where he would touch you...but in that moment everything was unknown, surprising, and agonizing.

“This pretty clit…” Heisenberg said teasingly, looking up your body as he continued to lightly graze it with the pad of his finger, “...how desperate are you for me to touch it...to kiss it...to wrap my lips around it and suck?”

The scarf soaked up your frustrated tears.  The chains clattered noisily against the headboard as you bucked and writhed on the bed.  “Please, Karl...I’m begging you...please…”

“Mmmmm pussycat...I love it when you beg…”

His tongue snaked out and circled your clit.  He lifted your thighs over his shoulders, holding your hips down with both hands.  Your hips trembled and shook, desperate to ride his face.  His grip of your hips was firm, keeping you pressed to the bed, unable to move for any kind of friction.  You were completely at his mercy.

“Oh god Karl...oh fuck...yes...yes...keep licking my cunt…” you pleaded.  He chuckled as his tongue flicked slowly at your clit, looking up at you twisting and struggling for relief from his torture.  His cock was rock hard and desperate to fuck you.  Fantasies of you being cuffed to his bed while he fucked you had been flowing through his mind since he first restrained you.  At that time, it was to ensure you wouldn’t run away, but this...this is what he wanted from the moment he laid eyes on you.  You, submissive, desperate, and begging for him…

He finally gave you what you wanted and started sucking hard on your clit.

“KARL!!!!” you screamed, your legs quaking on either side of his head.  Your thighs squeezed his face and he became feral, licking and devouring the most sensitive part of you.  

The echoes of your pleasure reverberated in his room.  He growled deeply, continuing his assault on your pussy.  

“Karl...oh fuck, you’re gonna make me cum...I’m gonna fucking cum...please, Karl...please…”  

He held you to the bed and continued sucking...more...more...more...until you felt the world stop.  Your mouth flew open and you screamed as you came ferociously and intensely.  Heisenberg’s mouth left your clit as he laughed triumphantly, prolonging your orgasm with his fingers, applying pressure and rubbing.  Your eyes rolled into the back of your head under the scarf, aftershocks shaking your body in waves.

“Good girl...good fucking girl…” Heisenberg marveled.  Your arms hung limp from the handcuffs, sweat forming at your brow.  He kissed up your quivering stomach to your breasts, cupping both in his hands.  He kissed your soft skin, moving to your nipple.  Your legs wrapped around his waist as his tongue traced the hardened peak, flicking and sucking.

“Karl…” you moaned, your hips arching to his body.  Your orgasm was intense and incredible and already you wanted another one.  You wanted him inside of you, to grip his cock and pulse around him.  He had given you insurmountable pleasure and you desperately wanted to return the favor.

“Fuck me, Karl…” you begged, grinding your hips upwards, “...please...I want to make you cum...let me make you cum…”

“Oh, Y/N...I love it when you talk dirty…”  

He continued kissing your breast, palming and squeezing, as his other hand went to his cock, teasing along your wet pussy.  You cursed loudly and wriggled your hips, which made him laugh harder.  “You are quite greedy, dollface…” he marveled, “...yes...so greedy...bound and writhing on my bed...I ought to keep you like this forever…”

You bit your lip and whimpered as he sucked on your nipple, sinking his teeth into your flesh.  You were going to go insane if he didn’t fuck you soon.

Heisenberg sat up and inched closer between your legs.  Sitting back on his heels, he pushed the tip of his cock into your wet cunt.

“Karl!!” you shouted, feeling equal parts relief and dread...relief that he was inside of you and dread that there would be too much time between then and your next orgasm.

Heisenberg gripped your hips and pulled you forward to meet his thrusts.  He pumped deeper into you, his hands holding you flush against him.  Your breasts bounced with the force of his movement.  You clenched around his cock, going tight and pulsing rhythmically, which seemed to please him as evidence from the throaty growls coming from him.

“Fuck...fuck...oh god dammit, Y/N...take my cock…” he moaned.  He took in the sight of you:  your fingers wrapped around the chains, your tits heaving, your thighs quivering around his body, and those sweet, cock hardening moans that flew from your mouth.  You were a vision...a fucking goddess.

“Karl...don’t stop...I want you...I want to make you cum...oh fuck, please…”

His right hand slid up your stomach to your breast, squeezing and slapping it.  You shrieked at the sudden mixture of pleasure and pain.  “That’s it, baby...let me hear you...you filthy fucking little girl…”

You were close.  Heisenberg’s hands all over your body turned you on more than anything you had experienced before.  His lips and talented tongue could make you sell your soul for one last orgasm.  All you wanted was him and he was all you would ever want for the rest of your life.

“I’m gonna cum, Karl...please cum with me...cum inside of me…”

Heisenberg leaned over you and swiftly pulled the scarf from your head.  It took a second for you to adjust to the light before your gaze settled on him.  His body pressed to yours, his hips hammering down on top of you.  His arms pushed under your shoulders and his hands went to the back of your head, making you focus on him.

“Look at me, Y/N...look at me when you cum…” he commanded.  Your clit was trapped against his skin, providing perfect friction along with his cock rocking back and forth inside of you.  It felt overpowering, devastating, and unbearable.  This orgasm was going to destroy the both of you.

“Karl...I’m...I’m...gonna…” you screamed, your eyes wide, never leaving his gaze.

“Tell me...tell me you’re gonna cum...cum for me, Y/N...cum hard…” he yelled, his lips hovering over yours.  You wanted to toss your head back, but his hands on the back of your head kept you still; you had no choice but to stare into the eyes of your executioner.

“I’m cumming...Karl...KARL, OH FUCK, I’M CUMMING!!”

Your body flailed under him, your orgasm so violent that you bucked his body on top of yours.  Heisenberg shot his hot cum deep inside of you as you came around his prick.  Both of you moaned and yelled loudly, so loudly that you felt as if the whole village could hear you.  His hips continued to fuck you into the bed, eager to prolong your orgasm.  His lips clamped over yours, kissing you deeply.  You returned the kiss, your tongue voracious in his mouth.

His hips slowed their movements as he lowered his face between your breasts, kissing as much of your skin as he could.  “You’re gonna be the death of me, pussycat…” he marveled.  You laughed breathlessly, lifting your arms in the chains.  You winced feeling how tender your wrists were, not realizing how hard you were tugging on them.

“Karl...my wrists…” you whispered.  He lifted his head and inspected the handcuffs, seeing the beginnings of red marks on your wrists.  He unlocked the cuffs and wrapped his arms around you, rolling onto his back, pulling you with him.

Your head fell to his chest, too weak to do anything.  Both of your arms hung on either side of his body.  His hands caressed your hair, moving down the nape of your neck and up and down your back.  You smiled and melted into him.

“My sweet dollface,” Heisenberg praised, “...mine...all mine…”

[sohin-ace]

hi! can you do the selective mute hc again, but this tume with p4 crew and a male s/o? thanks! 🌸

Male pronouns.

Duwang gang w/ a Selectively mute S/O HC

Josuke

He called you 'Jotaro number 2' once and you punched him so hard he literally saw stars.

He felt bad and sympathetic, though, after he's been scolded and explained why you were so silent.

But somehow, this just made him even more curious and he craved your presence even more.

If anything, he admired you capacity to just go about your life, not dealing with anyone verbally, thriving in silence.

When people at school eventually start to spread rumors about you, saying you're scary and probably part of some gang among other horrible things,

Josuke can not stay put and let them trash talk and disrespect you. He knows you won't say anything, but don't expect him to react the same.

After he got into a fist fight with some guys, you caress the side of his face where a bump was slowly forming. You smile softly, endeared by his protective demeanor.

"Thank you Josuke... I love you so much."

He gasps so hard, he actually starts choking on his own saliva. 

What the fuck?! You actually talked! For him!

"Oh my- Y/N- Oh crap, oh... Y/N... Shit Y/-!! Wha-? Y/N-!!! Y/N!!!"

He is frantic and can hardly even say anything else other than your name, and you just watch him with amusement.

"B-bro... The first thing you gon' tell me with that smokin' hot voice of yours is THAT? That's so GAY, man! Ow-owow no don't punch me again!"

Okuyasu

You're his litteral hero.

You don't understand why he's so infatuated with you, he just tells you you give off those cool, dark vibes and it's fucking dope.

He keeps telling you you're like those badass protagonists and when you don't answer whatever he says, it just fuels his love for you even more.

He is completely at your mercy, you can order him anything, boss him around, he will do as you please.

When you handle a situation so smartly and so coolly he can't help but feel his heart racing.

Like the way you fight, how your eyes show such a strong fire. You don't even have to talk to scare your enemy off. Your eyes always spoke words for you and to him? That was epic.

One day, you just hang out, getting some ice cream and he's blabbering about whatever is on his mind.

He just goes on and on and doesn't notice how he smeared some chocolate on the corner of his mouth.

You just smile at him and shut him up by running your thumb over it and clean it up for him.

He stops and watches you with round, sparkly eyes, a blush dusting his cheeks. You uncontrollably snicker at his cuteness.

"I love you, Oku. My man..."

His nose is bleeding. A lot.

"I-... WAAAAHH I LOVE YOU TOO BRO HOLY SHIT YOU TALKED- OH MY GOD FUCK-"

He's bending over the wall, like he's going to collapse and die, wailing and screaming like a baby. 

You have to shush him because he can't stop crying and at this point it's embarassing.

Koichi

Oh boy. He gets so shy around you.

It doesn't help that you're already so tall and handsome. But you're also silent and mysterious?

And when you send him a subtle smirk after he accidently bumps into you.

His mind just goes out of service.

He thinks you're so intimidating but he knows you have a kind heart.

He awkwardly asks you why you don't talk and tries to learn sign language. But you make him understand that it is not necessary and he doesn't push it.

One day you two hang out, lying on the grass and watching the golden sky. He feels a bit sentimental.

"It's so quiet... You know I forget my stress when I'm with you, Y/N."

You look at him and he avoids eye contact. He's so cute you can't resist it. You move to lean towards him, towering over his smaller form.

He gasps and blushes a bit at the intimate position and what you could possibly be doing.

"I love you so much... Koichi."

He goes pale. Like he just saw a ghost.

"Y-y-you...! YOU-... O-OH...!!! OH MY GOD, Y/N YOU-!"

He can't even finish his sentence, he can only blabber strings of nonsense. You just spoke to him! When you always refused to say a single word!

You have to dry his tears and he can't help but sob and feel so blessed that you chose him, of all people.

Yukako

She LOVES having conversations with you.

Mostly because she does all the talking.

She knows you're always listening to her, and when you smile and chuckle silently at her, she just melts.

"Do you want some tea my love? No, don't answer that, I know you love my tea~"

To be honest, your silence is her bliss. If you don't talk, that means you won't protest her love, right?

She hates nosy, obnoxious, stupid men anyways.

You take her on a date one day with a goal in mind. She falls silent at one point in the conversation and you just reach your hand out to her, gently moving her hair out of her face. She's already blushing.

"I love you so much, my little Yukako..."

She gasps so loud, it's almost a wheeze. She can't believe her ears! She's actually living to witness this!

"Aaahh~ Y/N, my Y/N! You spoke my name~! Your voice is... so-... Please, say it again! Say it again!!!"

At this point she's screaming in the terrace and you get flustered by the attention you're getting.

You take her away somewhere more private and she's just in a frenzy, hearts in her eyes and completely love drunk.

If she has to kill to hear you say you love her again, she will.

Rohan

Rohan appreciated your mutism a LOT.

You gave great (silent) feedbacks and you didn't give him crap for his lifestyle or personality.

He likes sitting in comfortable silence as he draws, you're not distracting him, it's good.

Well except when you start caressing him gently, playing with his hair and kissing his face teasingly.

He clicks his tongue, but he doesn't stop you.

You come behind him one day and lean your elbows smoothly against his stiff shoulders.

He huffs, annoyed and turns his head to glare at you, but you only show him a sultry, sly look.

"I love you, you big pompous sexy douche."

He flinches and you want to die at his dumbfounded expression.

He doesn't know if he should feel offended, happy, shocked, aroused, or all at the same time?

He clenches his eyes shut and grinds his teeth, slamming his expensive pen on the desk violently.

He turns his face to hide from you but the blush tinting his ears is OBVIOUS.

He shots up and manifests Heaven's Door and before you can run for your life, you black out.

Rohan doesn't do anything to you, though. He just needs the peace and quiet to process his emotions.

"God Y/N... Why are you always doing things like this to me..."

[darkobsidianquill]

Harry Potter and the descent into Darkness..

Chapter 24

They were called 'katas', Harry had learned, but it looked like some sort of elaborate choreographed dance. He supposed it was. It was a muggle martial arts thing, or so he had been told. A repetitive set of motions that one practiced over and over again to work out the kinks in their technique. Harry had been stunned to learn that Voldemort had studied under a muggle martial arts master for about a year when he was in his mid twenties.

Apparently the then-future-Dark Lord, had been traveling to the far east in search of a specific magical artifact and had witnessed some martial artists during his search. He had been impressed enough to extend his stay in Japan even when he had determined that the artifact in question wasn't there, and the country was still in a rather pitiful condition because of the war that had only ended four years prior.

Voldemort was, by no means, a master of martial arts, however he prided the skill as it improved his reflexes, balance, and footwork. But hand-to-hand combat was an absolute last resort, and one he highly doubted he would ever have to resort to. Even in the unlikely scenario of being separated from his wand, he was capable of enough wandless magic, as well as his incredible repertoire of parselmagic that also required no wand, that he would likely never be in a situation where he could not fall back on some sort of magical technique.

Still, Harry could tell that the little bit of muggle martial arts that the Dark Lord had learned, was impressive. His movements were mesmerizing. The fact that he was barefoot and in a pair of loose pants, tied at the ankles, and no shirt, wasn't exactly helping matters. Harry couldn't fathom why the hell seeing the other man's bare feet was so mesmerizing, but for some reason it was. Can a person have handsome feet? Harry had never given it any thought before, but he decided that if anyone did, Voldemort did. His eyes weren't stuck on the feet for long though. The man's chest was far more mesmerizing. Harry was so utterly distracted by the scene he was witnessing, that he had utterly abandoned his own exercises that morning.

"Gods, you're beautiful..." The words slipped out of Harry's mouth before he even realized his mouth was open. He'd thought them so many times during the last two weeks; why his brain decided to misfire and speak the words aloud this time, he had no idea, but now that they were out, he couldn't take them back.

He felt his face and the back of his neck instantly grow hot with embarrassment, while the bottom of his stomach dropped out in horror as he feared how his words might get taken.

Voldemort stopped in his choreographed movements, turned, and quirked an amused eyebrow back at the younger wizard.

"I-I'm sorry," Harry said quickly, ducking his head.

Voldemort chuckled. "You compliment me and then apologize? Harry, don't be ridiculous."

"I just... I mean... I'm sorry if it... weirds you out or something."

"What on earth are you going on about, Harry? Why in Merlin's name would it 'weird me out' to receive a compliment from you?"

"Er, I mean, with me being bent and all," Harry mumbled, looking down and fiddling with the drawstring of his jogging pants.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes and looked at Harry for a moment before speaking. "Bent... that's a euphemism they're using these days for being gay, correct?"

Harry blinked. He forgot sometimes that it had been more than a decade since Voldemort had been able to be around other humans, and who knew how distanced he was from that sort of 'slang' even before his first body was destroyed. Still, was 'bent' a recent slang term? Or maybe it just wasn't used much by wizards? He really didn't know.

"Er, yeah, it is."

"Well, I suppose it's better than the things that were tossed around when I was school age," Voldemort mused quietly. "The idiots I attended Hogwarts with preferred to just call me a faggot. But of course, none of them survived much past graduation. In fact, dear Myrtle didn't even make it that far," he mused with a wicked grin.

Harry's jaw dropped and he stared in dumbfounded shock at the Dark Lord opposite him. Had he just...?

"You're gay?" the words fell out of Harry's mouth before he could engage the filter between his brain and his mouth, but once the words were out, he could do nothing but curse himself for his idiocy. What the hell was wrong with his brain-to-mouth filter today?

Voldemort gave him a long piercing look through narrowed eyes before the corners of his mouth turned up into an amused smirk.

"Yes, Harry. I am gay. Obviously, this is not something that is common knowledge, but I did get publicly 'outed' in my fifth year when I was sloppy enough to get caught snogging someone in a broom cupboard, by an extraordinarily nosy Gryffindor. At first he thought he could blackmail me with the information – I'm sure you can imagine that if being 'outed' in the present day was unpleasant for you, being outed fifty years ago was considerably worse. I refused to give into his demands, but at the time I was not in a position to forcefully silence him either. He quickly spread word around the school."

"Wow. I bet his death was painful," Harry deadpanned.

Voldemort's smirk grew wide and wicked. "Oh, it was."

Harry chuckled lightly but quickly found himself imagining the 16-year old Tom Riddle snogging some boy in a dark secluded broom cupboard and instantly found himself growing aroused by the thought. His arousal only shot through the roof as the anonymous, faceless 'other boy' suddenly turned into himself. The sixteen-year old Tom Riddle in his mind slowly morphed into his older visage that Harry had grown so close to in the last two months and Harry almost groaned aloud as his whole body suddenly ached with desire. He quickly tried to stomp the image out of his head. He'd already embarrassed himself beyond reason; the last thing he needed was to be sporting an erection in the Dark Lord's training gym.

Harry glanced up to see Voldemort grinning wickedly down at him with that lopsided smirk, that he sometimes felt the Dark Lord reserved just for him. That smirk that had been sending flutters through his gut for weeks now. Seeing it now, combined with the rest of the Dark Lord's amazing presence, totally did him in. He felt himself getting lost in the other man's glittering blood-red eyes. Falling into them.

Beautiful didn't even begin to describe the Dark Lord. He was a fucking god. His presence, combined with his power, combined with his confidence, combined with his amazing body...

Gods, Harry wanted to touch him! Not just feel the other man's hand in his hair, but to actually touch him. Feel the older wizard's skin beneath the pads of his fingertips... The other man's exposed chest, glistening with a very light sprinkling of sweat, the faintest dusting of hair at the top center, and that teasing line from the base of his naval down to, and disappearing into, his black pants, was taunting Harry and he felt his lids growing heavy with desire as the coil twisted in the pit of his stomach.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he turned his head away and ran his hand through his hair roughly.

So what if the other man was gay? It wasn't like that made any difference at all in the end. Voldemort was the most powerful dark wizard in the world. At best, Harry figured the other man might see him as a protégé or an apprentice of some sort. He doubted that Voldemort considered him to be anything more than the scrawny kid who happened to be holding a piece of his soul, and who he was now training to be a better wizard. Harry obviously needed to be able to properly guard the precious piece of Voldemort's soul, and to do that, he needed to be able to defend himself. It only made sense for Voldemort to be training Harry. He had reasoned that this was the most logical reason that the Dark Lord would be willing to spend so much time with him and dedicate so much of his efforts to him. Even beyond all of that, Harry was more than aware of the significant age gap between the two, and doubted that the other man could ever see past it...

He huffed in frustration as he pulled roughly at his own hair and found his eyes drawn back to the Dark Lord's gaze. What on earth had he been thinking, letting his imagination run away with himself like that, anyway? It's not like he could pursue anything with the Dark Lord. What would he do if Voldemort was offended by his interest? What if he told Harry to leave? Refused to allow him stay for the summer? Refused to continue their lessons? Harry didn't think he could face that. His time with the man had become too precious. The idea of not being able to stand by his side, every day, made Harry ache. The man had become so important to him, so quickly. It was more than just familiarity, friendship, or the admiration of a mentor. The draw he felt to the Dark Lord felt magical. Literally. It felt like there was some powerful tug deep inside him, calling him to Voldemort. But just being in the other man's company didn't feel like it was enough anymore. Just like the company of his companion had seemed pale in comparison, after having spent some time in the company of the actual Dark Lord. Once he was exposed to one, the previous incarnation wasn't enough anymore. And now that he had become accustomed to being able to spend time with Voldemort, he knew he could never give it up. But deep inside him, a piece of him desperately wanted something more. Not just time in the other's company; but intimacy.

Harry blinked slowly growing aware of an added pressure in his mind. A gentle, featherlight caress that he realized had been steadily growing over the passing silent seconds.

"That's quite an imagination, you've got there, Harry," Voldemort's voice came out in soft whisper and Harry suddenly startled as he realized that the man had come to stand directly in front of him and his face was only inches from Harry's. "So many thoughts buzzing around in there."

Oh Merlin... he'd seen. He knew... How much? How long was he inside my head? Did he see the fantasy?

Harry's mouth fell open to say something, but he realized he had no idea what to say or do. Any words he might have found escaped him utterly when one of Voldemort's long-fingered hands came up and brushed gently along Harry's cheek. A tiny gasp escaped his lips and he felt his eyes falling closed as the gentle caress of the Dark Lord's magic seeped into him from the tiny bit of contact.

"You feel it too, don't you, dear boy?" Voldemort's whispery voice said a moment later. "I think it's caused by the soul and the blood bonds interacting. I'm not really sure, to be perfectly honest. Such magics are always unpredictable."

Harry's eyes opened and he looked up at the other man with confusion. "What...?"

"The pull that exists between us. I'd swear it's growing in strength. Perhaps I've indulged in it too much, but I just can't help it. I've never been much one for denying myself something when I want it."

Realization began to dawn in Harry's eyes and a tiny, but powerful, hope sparked to life inside him.

"Do you want me? The way that I want you?" Harry asked suddenly with a voice that was much more confident and assured than he probably felt. Part of him couldn't believe he was being so blunt, but if his Gryffindor courage wasn't good for much, it was at least worth something here.

Voldemort gave him a long look, but Harry couldn't quite distinguish what the older wizard's blank face meant. Finally Voldemort's hand dropped to his side, abandoning Harry's cheek and leaving him with the sudden feeling of loss.

"It doesn't matter, Harry. You're fourteen years old. You're practically still a child."

"I'm almost fifteen!" Harry suddenly said in a rather desperate tone.

Voldemort snorted and rolled his eyes. "You do realize how juvenile that response was, don't you?"

"Well, who gives a damn how old I am? I don't care how old you are!"

"Do you even realize how old I am?" Voldemort asked with a humorless face and a single raised brow.

"I said I don't care!"

"I'm sixty-nine, Harry. Sixty-nine years old."

"Fine, but you don't look it! You don't look a day over thirty. I don't look fourteen either! Since I finished taking the accellerant potion, I could easily pass for seventeen! Neither one of us has normal bodies. Besides, what the hell does age matter to an immortal Dark Lord? And if you're theory is right, then I'm immortal too! So I don't see any reason why age should factor into this!"

Voldemort sighed and pinched the bride of his nose for a moment before letting his hand fall to his side. "You don't understand, Harry. It is more than just your physical age. Age has a lot to do with mentality too. You simply haven't lived enough days to –"

"But you're always telling me that I act far more mature than a fourteen year old! You're always saying that you forget how old I am because I don't act like it!"

Voldemort growled. "It doesn't matter, Harry!"

"Fine, whatever! But you never answered my first question. Do you want me? Do you want more than just... just... whatever this is that we've been doing? Because I know I do!"

"There is magic at work here, Harry!" Voldemort yelled suddenly. "I don't even understand the nature of what's going on!"

"Yeah, well I don't bloody care!"

"I will not let some ancient magic control my actions and choices!" Voldemort bellowed.

"So it's nothing more than the magic to you? This thing between us – there's nothing more to it? Nothing pulling you to me aside from the soul bond and the blood bond? Nothing?" Harry asked.

Voldemort sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose again.

"Because I know there's more for me," Harry continued in a desperate voice. "I feel the magical connection to you, but I'm also drawn to your mind; your intelligence and genius! To your personality; how you just take control of things. You exude power and confidence and I love it. I love being around you when you just take charge. I love our talks and the time we spend together just doing nothing. Just being in your company makes me feel so much calmer and I can think better, and I know that it's more than just some magical connection! I just know it! I look forward to coming here every day. I look forward to telling you about what's been going on in my life at Hogwarts and every day I look forward to hearing what you've read in the papers and what new spell or ward your working on. Are you saying that you don't feel anything extra about the time we spend together? Nothing extra about me? Are you saying that it's just the magic and nothing more? Because if that's it, say so and I'll never bring it up again. But if it's not... if it's not –"

And suddenly his words were cut off as Voldemort's lips were pressed against his own in a fiery display of completely unexpected passion. Harry was stunned for a moment but quickly began to melt into the other man's embrace. One hand was instantly buried into his hair, but it wasn't just threaded gently into his raven locks, it was fisted in them and pulling, hard. The rough tug shocked Harry, mostly by how much he liked it. How much part of him wanted the other man to pull harder.

Voldemort's other hand wrapped around his waist and pulled Harry flush against the older wizard. Harry moaned out against Voldemort's lips as he felt the entirety of the other man's torso pressed against his own, and his arms came up and wrapped around Voldemort's neck on autopilot.

The kiss continued and deepened. Harry almost gasped when he felt the older man's tongue slip out and brush against his lips, demanding access. Harry's mind was a whirl with confusion, lust, need, desire for more, but also the fear that he had absolutely no idea what he was doing. This was his first ever kiss, and he wanted to do it right. He didn't want to disappoint Voldemort. He parted his lips and felt the man's tongue come in and probe about. It was strange and yet indescribably erotic. He felt his whole body reacting to their interactions, and he could feel Voldemort's body reacting too.

Instinctively, his hips gyrated and he ground himself against the other man experimentally. Voldemort growled into his mouth and deepened the kiss while tightening his grip on Harry's hair. Harry cried out in pleasure and shock and thrust himself against the other man again.

It was just so good. He could feel their magic swirling around and through them like a hurricane. Things in the room were shaking and falling about from the torrents of accidental magic flying off them.

Voldemort broke away from Harry's lips and the younger wizard almost whimpered in disappointment. He didn't want it to end yet. He wanted more. More. The whimper was, however, cut off when Voldemort instead latched onto Harry's neck and began to trail his lips and teeth along his long pale column and then began to bite and nibble along his jaw.

"Oh gods," Harry moaned and gasped as Voldemort gave another rough tug of his hair, pulling his head back and exposing more of his neck.

"Are you sure, Harry?" Voldemort's voice came out in a husky pant. "Sure that you want this?"

"I want it! I want it! Oh, please... please!"

"I won't let you change your mind, Harry. If you really agree to this, you're mine. No one else can have you. No one else can touch you."

"Yours. Only yours!" Harry panted and eagerly nodded his head as much as he could with the older wizard's hand still fisted in his hair.

Voldemort tugged Harry's hair, exposing the other side of his neck and trailed his tongue up it until he came to Harry's ear and pulled it between his teeth. By this point, Harry was quite literally writhing against the other man and panting heavily. He'd never felt anything so amazing in all his life. He could feel their magic twining together in some strange new way he'd never experienced before and it only seemed to heighten the feeling from the onslaught of physical stimuli. He could feel the most powerful coiling pressure he'd ever experienced building up in his gut, and had absolutely no hope of stopping his body from thrusting against the other man. Not that he needed to, since Voldemort actually began to grind right back against him in the most delicious and erotic dance of Harry's life. It was incredible and indescribable and he couldn't believe it was all happening so fast.

"Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods," Harry chanted with his quick shallow pants as the two bodies writhed against each other in rhythm.

"My name," Voldemort panted into Harry's ear.

"What?"

"Say my name, Harry."

"Wh... T-Tom?" Harry asked, in surprise.

"Yessss," Voldemort hissed.

"Tom...Tom. Yes..." Harry said, experimentally testing out the name on his panted breaths.

There was another insistent tug in his hair and the pain only seemed to exaggerate the extreme pleasure he was experiencing everywhere else. It felt commanding and controlling and for some reason he found it turned him on all that much more. At some point during all of this, Harry's hand had begun a desperate exploration of the other man's exposed chest, and it was like the palms of his hands and the pads of his fingers were on fire with that melded magical energy. Every touch set him alight and he couldn't get enough.

"Only you, Harry," Tom said, gripping a tight hold on Harry's rear and pressing them together harder in rhythm. "Only you can ever say it."

Harry moaned out as he was filled with a rush of some foreign emotion he couldn't quite place.

"Oh Tom... ahh... oh.. oh, I – I... I'm going to... oh fuck..."

"Yessss, Harry. Cum for me, Harry. Only for me," Tom growled out and Harry felt the other man's magic tighten around him as if latching onto him and pulling on something deep inside it. It was insane and intense and everything happened at once.

"Yes, Tom! Only... oh gods... only you. Only ever you. Oh Tom!"

Harry called out as his world exploded and he began to convulse erratically against the other man. It was so much more intense than anything he had ever self-induced. The best wank in the world couldn't hold a candle to what was happening in that moment. He'd never even imagined he could feel this good. His clouded, lust-filled mind only just barely recognized the fact that the other man was jerking and convulsing and moaning right back in the same way, and the thought that he had done that to the Dark Lord filled him with a surge of pride and even more powerful euphoria.

Tom grunted as he reached his own completion and his grip tightened in Harry's hair to the point of almost pulling a good chunk out, but a second later the hold loosened and slipped into a gentle threading through Harry's black locks.

The two sighed and panted against each other as they came down from their entirely unexpected activities. Harry buried his head in Tom's neck and smiled.

Tom.

It felt like it was some incredibly special honor and it was only his. Only Harry could call Voldemort by his real name. It would be weird to start thinking of the man as Tom after thinking of him as Voldemort for so long, but he somehow didn't think he'd have much trouble making the shift. Helooked like a Tom. This man who Harry had become so utterly attached to. Who Harry had grown to cherish and adore beyond reason. This man didn't feel like Voldemort to him. He felt like Tom. It felt right to call him that. But most of all, it felt glorious that the man had granted him permission to do so.

It truly seemed that this gesture had to have some deeper meaning to it. It had to have some greater significance that the Dark Lord was willing to allow Harry to use his given name. Harry didn't know what that meaning was, but he was sure it was important.

"Are you still sure this is what you want?" Voldemort... no Tom's voice came out quietly in an extremely rare display of insecurity. Harry felt his grip on the other man tighten protectively.

"I'm sure," Harry said in a muffled voice into the older wizard's shoulder with strong conviction. "I won't change my mind. And I... I hope you won't either," he finished with a far more weaker, and equally insecure voice.

Tom was silent for a moment while his hand threaded gently through Harry's hair and gently massaged the scalp that he had so recently abused.

"No, Harry, I won't change my mind. You're mine now."

Harry grinned widely and gave Tom another squeeze, relishing in the fact that he was holding the other man. That he was completely wrapped up in his arms and that it felt even more amazing than he had imagined. "Yours."

Tom seemed to be enjoying the embrace as well, but finally he pulled away and sighed quietly. His face was strangely soft and his eyes were filled with some deeper emotion that Harry couldn't quite place, but it was suddenly replaced with his normal mask.

"Come, Harry. We're both a mess and I highly doubt that either of us will be getting anymore work done in here this morning."

He turned and walked over to the hooks on the wall near the door where he had a loose outer robe hanging. He slipped it on and Harry sighed longingly at the loss of the older wizard's beautifully exposed torso.

Tom looked over his shoulder and smirked leeringly at Harry, causing him to grin and duck his head in mild embarrassment. Tom led him up the stairs to the second floor and to the door of the bathroom he usually used there. He instructed Harry to get 'cleaned up', while motioning to the shower, and to then join him in the study when he was done. The next moment Tom had closed the door and was gone.

Harry stood there in the marble and porcelain bathroom feeling as if he were still in a state of mild shock. What had just happened was slowly seeping in and he couldn't wipe the smile off his face.

His hand came up and he lightly brushed his fingertips over his still-swollen lips and actually giggled lightly. He rolled his eyes at his idiotic reactions and quickly stripped down and stepped into the shower.

It wasn't until after he got out that he realized he didn't have a change of clothes. Nor, in fact, did he have the soiled clothes he had come in with. They had vanished from the floor where he had left them. Best he could figure was that Mixey had popped in and grabbed them.

Over-eager house elves, Harry grumbled to himself as he wrapped one of the fluffy deep navy towels around his waist, and slung another over his shoulders. He didn't even have his wands since they were both in his bag back in the study. Otherwise he would have transfigured one of the towels into a bathrobe.

He stepped cautiously out of the bathroom and looked both ways down the long hallway. He felt exceedingly exposed wandering through the manor in nothing but a pair of towels and could only imagine how utterly embarrassed he would be to walk into the study in such a state. Part of him hoped that he would beat Tom back to the study and be able to change into his school robes before the other got there, but a bigger part of him doubted he'd be that lucky.

He hurried down the hall and slowly pushed the door to the study open and peered inside. Tom was there, just as he'd known he would be. Harry grumbled against his always-shitty luck and slipped inside.

Tom turned his head and his brows slowly climbed into his damp black hairline at the sight of Harry wrapped in nothing but a pair of fluffy blue towels. The corner of his mouth curled up into an amused smirk.

"Mixey made off with my clothes," Harry muttered. His face grew hot and pink as he saw Tom's eyes trailing over his exposed body hungrily. Finally Tom chuckled and turned his attention back to the newspaper in his hand.

Harry hurried over and picked up his bag, pulling out his cypress wand and his change of clothes. He hesitated, looking unsure for a brief moment before he began to head back out towards the door.

"You can change in here, Harry. It's not like I haven't already seen it," Tom said, and Harry could hear the amusement in his voice. Harry's face went red and he froze, debating his options.

"Yeah, but we weren't exactly... together or anything back then," Harry mumbled, and Tom only snickered more.

"Do you honestly think I didn't take a good look while I had the chance?" Tom asked humorously and Harry felt his blush increase dramatically, while he also felt a surge of delight at the thought that Tom had been checking him out, even that early on. It had been quite a while since the ritual in the big bathtub to remove Harry's trace, after all.

Finally he huffed, annoyed by the intensity of his embarrassment and just dropped the towels. He was facing the wall, with his backside exposed to the Dark Lord. He could feel the other man's eyes on him, but tried not to fumble too much to show his nervousness as he quickly pulled on his trousers and a light undershirt. He would wait to pull on his outer school robes until he left.

He ran his hand through his hair in a rough, nervous gesture and heard Tom chuckling from behind him. He turned around and scowled at the other man, but he couldn't hold onto any malice and quickly found himself grinning again. He was just too happy. He often joked about what piss-poor luck he had, but at the moment, he honestly felt like the luckiest man alive. Of course, he knew that few would agree with that sentiment, but that was just because they didn't really know Tom. No one else knew him the way Harry did. Or at least, that's the way he felt. He knew he still had so much to learn about the other man, but he realized that there was nothing he wanted more than to spend every waking hour finding out. He wanted to know this man's every nuance. His every experience, and his every desire. And he wanted to fulfill those desires. He wanted to be the one to make Tom smile. He wanted to be the one – the only one – to make Tom make that wonderful keening noise from the back of his throat as they writhed against each other.

He looked over at the older wizard, perched regally in his leather and wood office chair, with that devilish smirk on his lips, and had the most ridiculous urge to go sit in the other man's lap but Tom stood up, saving Harry from his own impulses.

"Come here, Harry," Tom said, motioning with his hand. Harry took only two long strides to get to the older wizard and came to an awkward stop a foot from him, wanting desperately to get closer, but unsure if it was okay. He felt so confused and unsure. He was excited and elated by the direction things were heading in, but he was also terrified that he'd do something stupid to screw it up. He knew he needed to try and work on his confidence or he'd just start to annoy Tom, but he was still too overwhelmed and confused to get himself sorted out yet.

Tom saved him the confusion by closing the distance between the two and lacing the fingers of one hand behind Harry's neck and into the messy hair there.

"Was that your first kiss, Harry?" Tom asked with a deep, smooth voice. Harry hadn't expected that question and floundered for a moment.

He ducked his head and shrugged before he shook himself, trying to force his way past the nerves. "Yea. It was. And my first... all the rest of it, too." Harry ducked his head and grinned, widely.

Tom made a pleased humming sound in his throat and Harry looked up to see the older wizard looking down at him with those hungry eyes and a wide, thin-lipped, smile.

"Good," he said before pulling Harry's head up and pressing his lips to his again. The movement was fast and unexpected, but Harry reacted much quicker this time, returning the kiss and wrapping his arms around Tom's waist and fisting his hands in the fine material of the man's shirt.

Tom pulled back and Harry was left panting and looking up at the older wizard with heavy lids and lusty eyes. Tom ground against his already straining erection and Harry groaned out.

Tom chuckled. "Ah... the joys of having a young lover. You recover so quickly. I imagine I'm going to enjoy showing you all the different ways in which two men can enjoy each other's company," he whispered in a husky voice before leaning in and pecking Harry on the lips again. Harry moaned out as a powerful jolt of lust shot through him at the implications of the other man's words.

"But now is not the time," Tom said, pulling away and earning another whimper from Harry. Tom grinned and ran his hand over Harry's cheek, looking down at him with eyes filled with that uncharacteristic, unidentified, emotion that seemed so foreign on the older man's face. "It is about time that you returned to the school. You need your breakfast. Come back after lunch. I suspect I'll complete the transformation tomorrow – assuming we don't get distracted," he gave Harry a pointed glare and Harry grinned sheepishly.

Harry almost literally dragged his feet as he made his way to the first floor corridor outside the time-turner room. Tom had escorted him down there and as the two came to a stop in front of the door, Harry was relieved when Tom once again initiated the one thing that Harry wanted more than anything else – another kiss, and another lingering embrace.

Feeling Tom's body against his own was an experience Harry couldn't explain. The strange magic was clearly playing some role in it because Harry could feel swells of magic coursing around and through them the closer they got. But he also knew it was more than just the magic. Every part of him ached for Tom. He wanted to hold on and never let go. The idea of returning to Hogwarts was practically depressing. He just wanted to stay at the manor and never leave Tom's side.

But what use to the man would he be if he did that? Tom didn't just want a house-boy. If Harry kept up his golden-boy persona at the school, he would leave himself in the prefect position to help the Dark Lord's cause when it came time to take the school, or get rid of Dumbledore.

He sighed into Tom's shoulder before taking in a deep, long breath of the other man's scent. It was delicious, and so intense this close up. Spices and musk and traces of whatever shampoo or body wash he had used in his shower.

Finally Harry pulled away, but not before Tom had given him another peck on the lips and smirked at him. Harry slipped into the time-turner room, and moments later he was two hours earlier, at 7:25am. His earlier self would have arrived at the manor a few minutes earlier and was currently in the 2nd floor bathroom changing for his morning workout in the gym.

Harry almost laughed aloud at the thought of what his earlier self was in for in the coming hours. Harry could still hardly believe it all himself.

He went out into the entry hall, activated the port-key and returned to Hogwarts with a secret smile on his lips.

It was Wednesday, so he had a free period in first block, and Charms in second. Ron never bothered to get up for breakfast on Wednesdays – opting instead to take advantage of the free morning period to sleep in.

Hermione also had the period free, then Charms, and then ancient runes later that afternoon after lunch – but she, unlike Ron, got up on time and still attended breakfast, so Harry knew he'd still be seeing her that morning.

He came through the portrait hole into Gryffindor Tower and made his way over to one of the couches in a dreamy haze before collapsing down into the overstuffed seat with a big dopey grin on his face.

"Where have you been?" a voice sounded and Harry sat up and blinked in surprise. Hermione and Ginny were both sitting on the couch opposite him with books and parchment all around then. He hadn't even realized they were there.

"Uh..." Harry floundered. His head was still to busy buzzing with thoughts of gentle caresses, rough grips, tugging hair, and the sensation of having Tom's teeth tongue trail along his jaw.

Ginny suddenly gasped and Harry turned his blank face to her.

"Is that a hickey!" she hissed with curiosity and mirth in her eyes.

Harry could feel his face go red and his hand instantly shot up to his neck. But he suddenly realized he had no idea which side of his neck a hickey might be on, since Tom had assaulted both sides.

Oh shit, what if there's more than –

"Several hickeys!" Ginny continued. "And are those teeth marks?"

"Oh bollocks!" Harry moaned as he quickly stood up, intent on racing out of the common room. It was still pretty unoccupied and his quick look around told him that no one else down there seemed to have overheard their conversation.

"Oh, Harry, sit down! Stop panicking. Hang on just a second," Ginny said, still grinning while she rolled her eyes at him. "One of my roommates knows some really good glamors for covering those sorts of things up. I'll just run up and ask her." And with that Ginny was up, out of her seat, and racing up the stairs.

Harry stared after her, gaping and confused as he slowly sunk back down into his previous seat. His eyes glanced up hesitantly to Hermione, who looked both shocked, and... amused. Harry rolled his eyes.

Hermione began to dig around in her bookbag and after what seemed like deep exploration, she came out with a small compact mirror. Harry was mildly surprised that Hermione even owned such a thing and apparently his expression showed this.

"I started carrying it around since the dance," she said defensively, and not meeting his eyes.

Harry grinned. "How are things going with you and Viktor? You two still meeting up in the library?"

Hermione blushed and ducked her head before looking back up and scowling playfully at him. She thrust the compact at him and as he took it, she whipped out her wand, tapped it, and cast a quick engorgio charm on it. It enlarged to the size of a dinner plate and Harry quickly began to examine his appearance as discreetly as he could manage in the public setting. He was just grateful that few Gryffindors were morning people.

His neck was littered with dark red and purplish marks, and a number of red teeth marks. His jaw also featured a number of red marks. At the sight he wasn't sure which emotion would win out – the urge to be deeply embarrassed, or the sudden rush of arousal that the reminder of the events that created the marks, caused.

He realized suddenly he was grinning and ducked his head, sheepishly before closing the enlarged compact, and canceling the enlargement charm.

He cleared his throat and handed the compact back. "Er... thanks."

Hermione rose a single questioning eyebrow and sent him a look that clearly said 'you will be explaining this.'

Ginny reappeared on the stairs to the girls dorms just then and quickly made her way over to them. A couple minutes and several fairly simple healing and glamor charms later, and Harry looked normal again.

As he examined his appearance in the mirror again, he was almost sad that he'd had to remove the evidence of his and Tom's activities. Having physical proof just made it that much more real.

"Thanks you two, for helping. I really appreciate it," Harry said as he hunched over in his seat on the edge of the couch.

"Well?" Hermione's voice came out impatiently.

Harry looked up and gave them his most innocent and bewildered look. "Well, what?"

Ginny guffawed and Hermione growled.

"No way, Harry Potter!" Hermione began. "You're not getting out of this without an explanation! What happened? How... who was responsible for – for – that?"

Harry's eyes darted between the two girls with a mild sense of panic in his gut. He knew he couldn't dodge this bullet, but he needed to give them something convincing, while not revealing any indication of anything even remotely close to the truth. A story popped into his head, and he could only hope it would be sufficient.

He twisted around, checking the other occupants of the common room before standing up and moving over to sit on the same couch as the two girls. He pulled out his phoenix feather wand and cast a quick privacy spell around them.

"I may be seeing someone," He said in a low voice, still looking around as if he were extremely paranoid of being overheard.

"Really!" Ginny almost squealed. "Who?"

"I can't tell you. He's... he's not out. To anyone. That includes his family, alright?"

"We would never tell anyone, Harry!" Hermione insisted suddenly, and she looked visibly hurt at the insinuation that he couldn't trust them.

"It's not that I don't trust you two, I just can't risk this. It's not my secret to tell. Besides, I trusted both you and Fleur with my secret and I know that neither of you told anyone, but it still got out. I still have no idea how Skeeter found out, but that doesn't change the fact that she did."

"But Skeeter's been missing for months. It's been all over the Prophet. No one has any idea what's happened to her," Ginny said.

"True, but I'm not willing to risk that whatever method she used to spy on us isn't still available to someone else. Like I said, it's not my secret to tell. If his family opened up the Daily Prophet one morning and found out that their son was being outed to the whole bloody world and that he was being accused of dating the Boy-Who-Lived... it would... it would be bad. I just can't do that to him. You understand, don't you?" Harry said with the most sincere, pleading face he could muster.

"Oh Harry," Hermione said with her most sympathetic face. "Of course. We can help you, you know. We're your friends, we'll do whatever we can to help."

Ginny nodded her head enthusiastically.

"Thanks you guys. It really means a lot to me," Harry said with a small shy smile, while grinning internally. This could work to his advantage.

"So how long has this been going on!" Ginny asked in a hushed but excited voice.

"It's sort of been building up for a bit, but this morning was the first time we really... did anything," Harry admitted, grinning at the memory.

"That must have been a pretty hot and heavy snogging session to leave you looking like that." Ginny said, with a wicked smirk.

Harry blushed but his grin only grew wider.

"It was my first real kiss, too," He admitted, truthfully. Happy that he actually had the opportunity to tell someone about this monumental event, even if it was being sugar-coated in lies.

"Really?" Ginny exclaimed with a big grin. "That's so great, Harry. Was it good?"

Harry barked out a laugh. "Good? It was bloody brilliant. It was... it was amazing. All of it was just so far beyond anything I ever could have hoped for or imagined! I... Merlin I think I..." he cut off, stunned by what he was about to say.

"Think you what?" Hermione prodded.

"I think I love him," Harry finished in a near-whisper. Did he? Did he even know what love was? He took on a determined look and nodded his head to himself. If anything was love, this was.

"I mean... it's early and all. We really only just admitted to each other how we feel, but we've been dancing around it for months now. I really... I really do think I love him."

"Wow..." Ginny said in a hushed whisper.

Hermione just looked stunned. Finally she spoke, "you two have been meeting for months?"

Harry ducked his head and made himself look ashamed, "Yeah... I'm sorry I kept it secret from you, but you already know why. I knew I couldn't do anything that would risk him being exposed. It really has nothing to do with me not trusting you guys, I just didn't want to do anything that could risk it. It's not my secret to risk. Not my secret to tell."

Hermione looked a bit disappointed but nodded her head. "I understand, Harry. I'm hurt, I won't lie about that, but I understand. Just, please, don't feel like you have to hide these things from us. We're your friends. You can rely on us! We'll help you."

Harry grinned and looked up at them through his eyelashes. "Thank you. Both of you. I really do appreciate it. And honestly... it's kind of nice to have someone to talk to about it. Even if I can't give any specifics..

[thefemdomenchantress]

*An enormous shadowy arm grabs the hero from a wild battlefield and drags him into the a pocket realm*

Warrior: Our most rounded fighter has been slain!

Archer: Not slain... but there is no escape from a sorcerer’s pocket dimension ‘less you have their mercy somehow...

Mercenary: Worry not. He has escaped countless similar foes! I am confident he will weather whatever is in that pit of magic and come out alive!

*** *** ***

Hero: Let go of me!

Giant-Sorceress: I was paid by the enemy encampment to remove you from the battlefield... They weren’t specific on how to do so... Mmm, your fame and connections would make killing you problematic, so...

The giantess simply opens a sack the size of a coffin and drops the hero into it. The hero squirms and squirms, but is pushed back effortlessly into the bag each time with one finger press. The giantess easily ties up the opening.

She holds the bag up and watches its amusing wriggling with a growing fondness. 

*** *** ***

*Without the hero to assist them, the band of mercenaries were unable to fight off the invading army...

However, at the last moment a blast of magic incinerates the land, driving off the invaders! The enchantress lands on the scorched battlefield.*

Warrior: Enchantress! You’ve warded the enemy!

Archer: Were you hired by the commander as well? Or are you here on the hero’s request?

Enchantress: Hmm? Oh no. I’m just dropping by to make a trade.

The enchantress snaps her fingers and forcibly opens the giant sorceress’s portal. The enchantress and the hero’s allies stare at the sight.

The giantess, exposed, playfully poking and tickling the wriggling sack as the hero squirmed in tortuous laughter.

Giant Sorceress: . . . Oh dear. Who could have opened my portal?

Enchantress: It is I, mighty sorceress. Your employers will not be paying you, as I have crushed their army. Take whatever they’ve given you upfront and leave, but give me back my hero.

Giant Sorceress: Very well. No sense in fighting for a lost, penniless cause. Here you go.

The giantess gently sticks her hand from outside the portal and sets the sack with the hero inside before the enchantress. It closes. The enchantress admires the sack, and squirming, struggling hero within.

Enchantress: Hmm... it’s so simple. An indestructible sack. Not as form fitting as spider’s silk or bandages, and not as erotically charged as rope. The struggling is more adorable than sexy and futile... But the charm of watching his childish struggling... The simplicity of holding the top of the sack, and letting the squirming boy dangle... With some adjustments we could be on to something...

Without giving the three other warriors even a passing glance, the enchantress conjures an enormous hand to pinch and carry the sack by the opening, and flew off with her hero squirming as he was lifted into the air. She continues to mutter to herself...

Enchantress: Perhaps if the he were naked... and the inside of the sack was coated in cool, slippery silk... or perhaps secreted pheromones that made it so friction caused him to arouse...

She flew away. The other three warriors watched her fly off, confused and dumbfounded.

Warrior: . . . The Gods must be crazy.

Archer: I don’t really know what has transpired today. Can we call it a victory?

Mercenary: You two can call it whatever you want. I’m grabbing my earnings and headed to the tavern. I want to forget today as soon as morning rolls around.

[kz-i-co]

First Love: Part III

» Summary: Your relationship starts to drown in your lies.

» Pairing: Min Yoongi / Reader

» Genre: smut/ angst

» Words: 4k

» Part 1 | Part 2 ╫ Part 4 | Part 5

» m.list ╫ bts masterlist

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"So are you and my brother together?" You nearly choked on your coffee.

"No....why would you think that?" You nervously answered.

She looked at you hard. "But you're dating someone right? And I figured because you two are always together it seems."

"No and no." You denied.

"Then explain that phone call." She crossed her arms.

"I told you I was distracted by my show." Jisoo had no change of expression, she knew you were lying.

"Okay, good then because I'm pretty sure that my brother is back with his ex anyway so I thought I warned you just in case." She snipped. She got up and headed towards the door.

"See ya later."

What the fuck has gotten into her?

After you got out of your morning classes you decided to invite Chae to your place from not doing so much often. You felt like you didn't even want to be around Jisoo anymore.

"Hey.....very nice." Chae looked around your apartment as it was finally fully decorated then the first time she came. "Very cute." She smiled.

"Thank you." You motioned her to sit.

"So what's wrong?" She asked. Before you could open your mouth she continued. "I know you and I know when somethings wrong."

"Okay so long story short..." You panicked. "I kind of hooked up with my neighbor."

Her eyes widen. "Oh so you are dating someone." She smirked.

"W-what? How would you know?"

"Jisoo said you had a secret boyfriend." She answered.

"Okay yes I have a boyfriend."

"Whose your neighbor...." She continued for you.

"Yes....but-" You didn't know how to say it.

"But..." Chae was getting impatient.

"He's kind of Jisoo's brother."

Her smile faded.

"I know but in my defense we hooked up before I even knew they were related." You burst out.

"Oh my god." That's all she could say.

"Please don't tell her, it's bad enough that we have to sneak around."

"It's bad keeping it a secret." She said.

"I know....and I will tell her.....eventually." You chewed on your bottom lip. "I'm looking for the right moment."

"So how serious are you two?" She asked.

"I really really really like him." You blushed. "And I can tell he really likes me to."

"Well I will be happy for you after you tell Jisoo." She gave you a hard look.

"Okay I'll tell her soon...I promise."

"And if she ask I'm not lying for you....I'm just gonna stay out of it."

"Agreed." You nodded.

"So anyway.....is he cute?" She smiled.

"Oh my god yes." You said excited.

"I want to meet him."

"I'm sure you will." Funny enough you heard a knock on the door before you could finish your thought.

"Just a sec." You told Chae and got up. You were hoping it wasn't Jisoo.

As soon as you entered the door there you saw Yoongi with a smile on his face. "Is she here?"

You shook your head. And seconds later he pulled you into a warm and desperate kiss. It amazed how he never disappoint to make you feel light headed every time. You knew deep down you liked him more then you thought. You just didn't want to jump to conclusions with those four letter words.

You snapped back to reality when you remembered that your other best friend got the show. You slowly pulled away.

"What?" He gave you a slight pout.

You jerked your head to the side signaling from behind. You closed your eyes with a big blush visible on your face as you saw him look behind you.

"Shit." He whispered.

"It's fine....she knows."

"You told her?" He asked.

"Yeah....and she won't tell don't worry."

"I can hear you guys." Chae laughed.

You tuned around to her playing on her phone still properly seated on the couch.

You grabbed Yoongi's hand and tugged him closer to your friend. You did a quick introduction before sitting on the couch.

"So your Jisoo's brother?" Chae crossed her legs formally.

"Unfortunately." He groaned making you laugh.

"Well I'll leave you two love birds alone." She got up.

"See ya later Chae."

"Bye." You and Yoongi were left alone.

"I need to ask you something." You started.

He looked at you.

"Jisoo told me you were back with your ex."

"You believe her?" Yoongi smirked.

You shrugged.

"She probably assumes it's my ex but it's actually you.....so don't worry." He said.

He was right....but you weren't sure if she really thinks that or she suspect's you but is trying to make you mad.

Jisoo definitely had that ability to hide her emotions, just like her brother.

"You okay?" He further ask from your silence.

"Yeah....I was just thinking."

"Well stop." You looked over to him with a big smile on his face. You playfully smacked him in the chest.

"Ow." You saw him pout.

"I'm sorry did I hurt You?" He smirked and pulled you into a deep kiss.

The kiss escalated quickly causing all the butterflies to flutter. He moved down towards your neck marking your soft skin with purplish love bites.

"Is Jisoo at your place?" You asked caught up in the moment and figured you rather not have Jisoo cock block you guys again. It was her talent.

"Uh-uh." He mumbled against your neck.

"Do you know when she'll get back?" You said dragging a moan out as he moved lower past your collar bone.

"Hopefully never." He stood up taller over you watching you for a reaction.

You arched your eyebrows. "That's not nice."

"I love my sister...."

"But..." You waited for his answer.

"She can be a pain in the ass." You nodded amused. "You should know....how long have you been friends?"

"I know but she's still my best friend....or was, she was giving me the cold shoulder this morning."

"Please don't let her affect you....she's just......childish."

You hated to admit but she was, at least for the moment. You never gave her a reason to not be able to talk to you. You just wished she would be honest with you.

But maybe it's time to be honest with her.

You just wish she wouldn't act so cold towards you but it made you have your doubts. You could already tell this wasn't going to end well but you couldn't keep lying to her.

You snapped back to reality when you felt Yoongi tickle your side's. You laughed from the unexpected.

"I thought I lost you."

You stuck your tongue out and pushed him farther up so he was sitting up. You got up yourself and straddled his hips.

You giggled and leaned down to kiss his neck.

"Do you remember how we used to hate each other." His voice was playful.

You leaned back up and smiled. "You mean a week ago?"

He smiled.

"And I didn't hate you.....I thought you hated me." You pursed your lips.

"Hates a very strong word."

"Yoongi!" You slapped his chest. "You hated me?" You gave him a childish pout.

"Only for a split second." He laughed.

You still pouted. "You have to admit your first impression was a little.....vague."

"It wasn't my fault it was Sammy." You whined with a smile.

"Your cat?"

"Yeah." You said dumbfounded.

He squinted at you. "You're lucky you're pretty."

"You're such a jerk." You both laughed.

After your laughter died down, you just stared at each other admiring your presence.

He pulled you into a another deep kiss. You couldn't help but rock against him causing friction between the both of you. He moaned against your lips from by the way you effected him. You had to pull away to catch your breath but quickly leaned down farther to kiss down his jaw.

You felt his hands grip onto your hips tightly as you picked up the pace, still causing friction. You smiled successfully as you felt the hardness form underneath you. You never seemed to fail to get him turned on. It showed you that you effected him more then he would probably ever tell you.

The fact that you were still new in your relationship, there was no verbal communication. Yes, you enjoyed your conversations and teasing but there still wasn't verbal saying towards feelings. The best way to put it was that there wasn't no I love you's.

Yet.

At least you hoped. It was still too new to say but you couldn't help but feel that way. Were you in love with him?

Maybe. Maybe you were just aroused by him. You couldn't tell yet but there was something there. You just couldn't tell if it was love yet. You felt like it was but it's best not to rush things because Yoongi wasn't the type to spill his feelings. You rather not dig yourself in a hole to find out he didn't feel the same way, even though his body was telling you something else. You just wish he would tell you already.

"Yoongi." You moaned against his neck.

His breathing was heavier that he had to lay his head back against the couch.  Your moaning was setting him off enough that he was finally full erected. You yourself could feel the pleasure stir around your body, giving you chills all over.

"(Y/N)." You blushed hearing him moan your name.

After you leaned down starting to unbuckle his jeans you jumped from a sudden knock on the door.

You didn't think anything of it until you heard your name being called.

"Fuck." You got up.

"Whose that?" Yoongi asked alerted.

"My parents." You ran towards the door as you fixed yourself up.

"(Y/N) wait." He panicked.

"What?" You looked back as you reached the door.

He embarrassingly looked down at his still erect crotch. "Go to the bathroom.....hurry."

"Coming." You yelled to your mom who was still calling you.

"Hi." You opened the door.

"Hi sweetie....we wanted to see your new place." Your mother walked inside followed by your father.

"Hey (Y/N)." Your sister surprised you as she entered. She was only a few years younger then you.

"Eunha? I thought I wound never see you here." You teased.

You had a love hate relationship with your sister. Some days she could be your bestest friend and other days she was your worst enemy.

"I was bored." She shrugged. "I see you weren't." She laughed brushing your hair over your shoulder. She noticed your swollen love bruises on your neck.

You quickly covered them up with your hand. "Where is the guy?.....or girl who knows."

"Shut up." You said quite loud.

"Girls no fighting please." Your mother said from your kitchen. She was looking around.

Perfect timing as Yoongi made his way out of your bathroom grabbing the attention of everyone in the room. You could tell by the look on his face that he attempted to sneak out undetected but had no luck succeeding.

"I knew it." Your sister smirked.

"So you're (Y/N)'s boyfriend?" Eunha stepped closer to Yoongi reaching out her hand. "Sorry we interrupted your happy hour-"

"Eunha- please go somewhere not here." You mumbled.

"Nice to meet you dear." Your mother shook Yoongi's hand. Your father was hesitant at first but he eventually gave in. Your father was always protected of you when it came to boys.

"So how long have you been together?"

You were about to answer but Yoongi beat you to it. "About a month now."

You were quite surprised. You were only official for a week now but he told your parents other wise. You wonder what he meant but he had you blushing anyway.

"How did that happen?" Your mother smiled interested.

"We're neighbors."

"Aw...how exciting." Your mother was excited. You didn't know why?

...

Yoongi stayed and chat for another hour until he announced that he had to go to work. Aka, his home studio. He did a well job charming your mother because she still couldn't stop talking about him after he left.

"I'm so happy for you dear." Your mother was finally showing you the side you wanted. Since you left all she did was give you shit on how you weren't ready to live on your own. Your father was okay with it but she was always giving you a hard time.

Now she was understanding and you couldn't be happier.

"We bought you a present." Your father announced. He held up a pair of car keys.

"What?" You said excitingly already jumping to conclusions.

"Calm down it's not brand new....it's our old Subaru." It was a hand-me-down car but you were honestly okay with that.

"I don't care." Your voice hasn't lost its excitement yet.

"Please be careful." Your father handed you the keys.

"Thank You, thank you." You jumped up hugging your parents.

-

Yoongi was in his studio working on another song. His only focus was his piano that he didn't even hear Jisoo walk in.

"Where were you this morning?" She asked. Yoongi just rolled his eyes not even bother turning to face her.

"None of your business."

"Were you over (Y/N)'s?" Her voice full of attitude.

"And so if I was?" He turned around finally away from his piano. "Why do you care?"

"If you're going to fool around with my friends please just tell me." He rolled his eyes once again.

"I like her, what's wrong with that?"

"Because she is my friend that's why." She snapped.

"I can be around your friend if I want to."

She huffed and turned around walking out the door.

"Hey Jisoo." Yoongi got her attention again. "You better find a job soon because you're not living here for free."

She gave him a hard look, then left, out of his sight. Yoongi couldn't help but smirk. He wasn't gonna let his sister keep getting what she wants.

-

After work that night you quietly entered Yoongi's apartment. He gave you the pass-code so you had no problem entering. It was almost 2am so you figured Jisoo was asleep. You shut the door quietly behind you and made your way further into the apartment. You looked around and almost had a heart attack once you saw Jisoo laying on the couch. When you walked farther in you noticed she was sleeping so you tip toed your way past her and made your way down the hall.

Once you reached Yoongi's bedroom you noticed he was sleeping. You were tempted to go home but he texted you earlier and asked you to stop by so you didn't want to disappoint him.

You took off your shoes and made your way to his bed. You crawled over him so you could see how deep of a sleep he was in because he said he was going to wait up for you.

"Yoongi?" He turned over so he was on his back but his eyes were still closed.

"Psst." You tried to quietly wake him up. He made cute muffled noises in his sleep.

"I'm going to go home." You teased.

"(Y/N)." You heard him moan your name but he was still asleep.

Was he dreaming about You?

You smirked as you leaned down kissing his neck then down his body until you reached the waist band of his sweats. You felt like you shouldn't but you couldn't help but be excited.

He wanted you over tonight so you figured why not?

You pulled his sweats down just enough to pull him out. He was only slightly erect causing you to blush. He was dreaming about you.

You grabbed his member and started moving your hand up and down at a swift motion. You heard his breathing pick up but he still had yet to open his eyes. As you felt him stiffen in your hand you decided to put your mouth down kissing his tip.

When you finally stepped in further bringing him into your mouth, his eyes fluttered open. He was moaning as you continued at a faster pace.

"(Y/N)?" He put his bed side lamp on.

"Sorry did I wake You?" You leaned up.

"Oh fuck." He whispered as he was trying to catch his breath. His sleepy confused face turned to a smirk.

"You came."

You smiled. "But you didn't." You leaned down putting him in your mouth once again.

He tilted his head back enjoying the pleasure you were giving him.

"I'm sorry for falling asleep." He fell back on his bed weakly.

"Are you?" You laughed. You licked up the side of his member.

"Fuck." He moaned as he got a glance at you. "Maybe not."

You moved your mouth back to the center kissing the tip. "Stop." He begged. "I want you down on me."

You blushed. You got up removing your work uniform and your underwear. You immediately went over and lowered yourself down his member.

It didn't take you long to adjust to him as you were already rocking against him. He held onto your hips for more support as you leaned back to get a deeper angle. Your moans were starting to get louder that Yoongi pinched your side.

"Shhh.....don't forget that I'm helping the homeless."

You laughed. "You're so mean to your sister."

"I'm joking." He cutely smiled.

You kept rocking at a rapid pace that the bed started making too much noise. You both stopped alerted and bit your lip.

"Get up." He said softly. You did as you were told and he got up off the bed.

"Hands and knees." You blushed for the millionth time that night as you moved into the position on his bed. He kneel behind you and you felt him move his member between your folds. Once he found the correct area be shoved his member inside you. He grabbed your hips, causing you to thrust against him.

The position was much quieter not causing the bed to shake. The position was much deeper then you could imagine. The only noises was your breathing and the small slapping of his skin against yours. You felt like any second you were going to explode.

You felt his movements starting to slow down as he was close to his climax. You bit your lip hard to stop you from moaning as you felt the pleasure circulate your core. You leaned your head down on the bed as he had to moved your hips for you as you were too weak.

You heard the small muffled moans coming from his mouth as you felt his juices release inside you. He slowly continued to rock against you as he was coming down from his high.

Once he finally stopped he sat back leaning against the headboard. You collapse where you were and turned over to look at him.

"You okay?" He chuckled.

"Yeah." You tried to catch your breath.

"I think that was the best one yet." He said causing your cheeks to turn red.

You finally got up and snuggled under the covers next to him. "You want me to sleep over?" You laid down.

"It looks like you made that decision already." He arched his eyebrows.

"Of course I want you to sleep over." He confirmed and moved in closer bringing you into his chest.

"Okay good...because I didn't want to get up." He laughed at your statement.

-

The next day you put your new car into good use as you went to the grocery store. When you went shopping before you never bought more then two bags worth since you had to bring them on the bus. You finally had the ability to drive around and it felt great.

Yoongi had to sneak you out this morning so Jisoo wouldn't noticed. Your heart broke everyday as you kept lying to her. You were going to tell her soon but you were still thinking on how to do so.

When you unloaded all the groceries you decided to visit next door. You hoped she was there because you needed to tell her. When you knocked you were happy to be greeted by Jisoo. The only problem was she seemed to look at you differently now.

"What do you want?" She asked.

"I came to visit you." You said.

"Yoongi's busy." She folded her arms.

"Are you his new manager now? I said you not him." She still had attitude but you can see the weakness behind her eyes.

"I'm sorry." She said after you walked in. You looked at her confused.

"For What?" You said dumbfounded.

"I'm sorry for thinking you were dating my brother and being bitchy towards you." She smiled.

Now how were you going to tell her the truth now?

"That's okay....I mean I like you're brother but not like that." You couldn't help but lie. You just wanted your friend back.

"I know I was so stupid I mean even if you did he's unavailable anyway." She said chipper and sat down on the sofa.

You followed her by sitting on the seat next to her. You didn't want to be anymore suspicious as you already were. You sat there bored as Jisoo kept texting on her phone. You wanted to tell her but you couldn't think of anything to say. You thought maybe you should talk to Yoongi first.

"Is he here because I have some questions to ask him." You got up and moved towards the direction you assumed he was in.

"Yeah but I wouldn't go in there if I were you....he's with his girlfriend and it doesn't sound like a good time." She smirked as she was still looking down texting someone.

"I'm sure it's fine....I'll knock." Then you made your way down the hall to go into his room, you were stopped as you heard laughter coming from his studio. The laughter sounded like some girls voice. You thought Jisoo was just full of it but now you weren't so sure.

You didn't even bother knocking as you entered. You opened the door and there you saw Yoongi. He was in the studio with that girl you saw that night at dinner. She was wearing headphones like she just recorded something and she had her hands wrapped around his neck with her lips to his face.

Your face immediately got flustered as you felt tears falling down your face.

You closed your eyes trying to process what was happening that you didn't noticed him push the girl away. As soon as he noticed you he froze stunned at the tears visible on your face.

"(Y/N)?"

You turned around quickly after you locked eyes with him. He jumped out the studio trying to catch you as you were already on your way out the door before he could even speak. He followed you trying to get your attention until you reached your apartment.

"(Y/N)! It's not what it looks like okay." He followed you inside.

"Get out!" You said with anger.

"Please listen to me." He begged.

"Why?" You yelled with more tears falling down your face.

"It's not what it looks like I promise.....she kissed me."

"That's what they all say." You laughed sarcastically.

"I promise.....I was fixing her microphone and then she kissed me I swear."

"How inconvenient that I walked in then." You started to turn around but he grabbed your arm.

He grabbed your face kissing you passionately. You were quick to pull away.

"(Y/N) please......I love you okay.....I only want to be with you please believe me."

You looked at him surprised. He finally said it but it wasn't the right time you wanted to hear it.

"I don't." You moved away. "I don't believe you......please leave."

"I don't want to." He said stern.

"Yoongi." You heard Jisoo from the doorway. "Leave (Y/N) alone....you've done enough."

"Shut up Jisoo." He yelled back.

"Please." He whispered facing you again.

"I need time to think." You said.

He nodded and walked slowly out your door looking back at you sadly.

Jisoo was still looking at you concerned, but not to long it turned to anger. "You're a fucking liar." Then she walked out.

You fell to the floor letting your body release all the pain you were feeling. How could this be happening?

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[SKAM FIC] EVAK: An Encounter | Chapter 2: Feel It Coming

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Chapter 1: What The Night Knows / Tumblr Link

Chapter 2: Feel It Coming 

Summary of fic: Chris Schistad enters Even and Isak's lives when Even meets Chris at a party while Isak is home sick. Set during Season 4.

Pairings: Even/Isak, Isak/Chris, slight mention of Even/Chris

Chapter 2 Summary: After Even's encounter with Chris Schistad at a party, he comes home to sick!Isak in their shared apartment and tries to find out if there was or is anything up between the two. Quite unrelated to this, but some sexytime!Evak ensues.

Chapter 2 Rating: NC-17

Words: 1,266

“So he stalks you.”

“Well, Even. Who was it that posted a scandalous after-sex photo of us on my Instagram?”

Even arrives home quarter past one a.m., slowly opening the front door of their apartment as to not make any loud noise. Sharing an apartment with Isak meant having the entire space all to themselves, which sometimes entailed the master bedroom’s door being left open. Even removes his shoes, places them on the rack by their apartment’s entrance and slowly pads his way to their bedroom. Guided by a faint light which he knew was coming from their bedroom’s night lamp, a warmth fills Even’s chest knowing that Isak left the door open for him, turning on the night lamp so he could easily make his way to him.

After a brief moment of staring at Isak in a slumber, laying by his side and covered in blankets, Even lightly sits by his side on the bed and gently places his palm on his forehead. Isak’s skin is warm, but cooler than when he last checked before he left for the party at Eva’s place. Even eyes the bedside table, glancing at the empty pack of medicine. He makes a mental note to refill the empty glass of water for Isak later.

Isak shifts, slowly blinking his eyes open. His lips upturn in a smile seeing Even back home, and Even loves the way Isak just melts into his touch.

“Hi,” Even whispers, wiping Isak’s hair away from his forehead. He leans down and gently places a kiss on Isak’s lips.

“How are you feeling?”

“Shitty,” Isak closes his eyes and smiles, languidly stretching on the bed. “But better.”

“You took your meds?”

“Mm-hmm. How was the party?”

“So-so. Would’ve been better if you were around,” Even lovingly places a kiss on Isak’s forehead and walks by the closet to get changed. He removes his pieces of clothing one by one, his plaid long-sleeved polo first, followed by his white shirt. Isak silently watches him from across the room, admiring how immaculate Even looks. Isak could tell by the light pink flush on Even’s cheeks and the extra sway in his stride that he’s slightly inebriated.

“You know, drunk Eva and Vilde making out. Magnus watching.”

Isak snorts.

“Sana watching over everyone, as usual. The place was packed, though. Party was still alive when I left.”

“You didn’t have to leave early for me, you know,” Isak quips, half sarcastically, half earnestly.

“I didn’t have to,” Even shrugs and shoots Isak a smoldering look. “I needed to.”

Isak rolls his eyes and shakes his head in disbelief, partly at how cheesy Even can get, but mostly at how fucking in love he is that he can’t even come up with a quick response to his comment.

“Okay, mannen I mitt liv. You should know, I can take care of myself.”

“I know, babe,” Even climbs into bed with just his boxers on and slips right next to Isak, sliding his hand on his Isak’s taut waist.

“But people at the party were already getting trashed. My mannen I mitt liv was sick at home. I already drank three bottles of beer. I just really wanted to go home and lay in bed with you like this.”

At first, Isak half-heartedly pushes Even away when they started kissing, battling with his own temptation of sliding his tongue down Even’s throat. Oddly, whenever one of them gets sick, the temptation to have sex just gets all the more stronger. Their flirtatious push and pull ends up with giving each other pecks on the lips, on their necks, on each other’s jawlines, until Isak slips his tongue in Even’s mouth and Even couldn’t help but reciprocate, even if it meant potentially getting sick. Fuck it, they both think. They literally breathe each other’s air, so what’s the point of not making out?

Things get heated up when Isak slides his hand under Even’s boxers and grips his hard-on. Even tries to resist the temptation to pin Isak’s hands on the bed, hook his legs on top of his shoulders and fuck him hard right then and there, but he didn’t want to exhaust Isak and make him more sick.

Despite nursing a cold and a mild fever, Isak on the other hand, seemed to want it even more. His leg over Even’s thigh, he continues stroking Even’s erection, sucking on Even’s long fingers while he’s at it. When Isak sits up with effort to give Even a blowjob, his body covered with a slight sheen of sweat, Even looks at him with concern and holds him firmly.

“Are you sure?”

Isak thinks for a moment before he pulls back, indeed feeling lightheaded and a tad more feverish than earlier.

“Yeah, you’re right, I should rest. I’m sorry.”

Even wrinkles his eyebrows and shakes his head no. “Don’t be.”

Isak nuzzles his neck on Even’s chest.

“I, uh…” Even starts, releasing the thought that has been pestering him since earlier. “I met Chris. At the party.”

“Chris?”

“I don’t know his last name.”

“Oh, you mean from the Penetrators?”

Even’s face lights up in bewilderment. “What?”

“Oh. It’s the stupid name of their Russ Buss. Good friends with William.”

Dumbfounded, Even continues to stare at Isak.

“Sorry. I mean, you know Noora’s William? Well, ex-William… Fuck, I don’t really know.”

Even nods his head in amusement. “So. Penetrators.”

Isak snorts.

“Yep.”

Even searches Isak’s face for any subtleties in facial expression, not wanting to be intrusive but yearning to hear more details of their relationship.

“So, how’d you guys meet?” He starts casually. “He’s older, right?”

“Yeah. Just some trouble with the Yakuza boys. They were onto Jonas, so I asked some help from Chris.”

Even nods his head slowly. “He was looking for you. I told him you were sick.”

“Ah.”

When Even sees that Isak doesn’t have any plans on resuming the conversation, he blurts out, “I think he’s got a crush on you.”

“What?”

“Yeah.”

“What do you mean?” Isak laughs in amusement.

“Just some things about… I don’t know, babe, I just feel it.”

“You’re kidding, right? Chris may want to fuck anyone, but I doubt he’s bisexual.”

Even raises his eyebrows, boring holes into Isak’s face.

“Seriously?” Isak laughs. “What did he even say?”

Even laughs it off, segueing to another topic.

“How does he even know me?”

“Uh, ever heard of the term social media?”

“So he stalks you.”

“Well, Even. Who was it that posted a scandalous after-sex photo of us on my Instagram?”

“It wasn’t an after-sex photo, Isak. It was a before-and-after-sex photo.”

Isak smacks a pillow at Even.

“I really think he’s got a crush on you, babe.”

“Whatever you say.”

“Well, I’m keeping an eye on him.”

Isak rolls his eyes and just ends up smiling at Even. He can’t help but admit to himself that he gets flattered and slightly aroused when Even gets possessive like this.

“What time is it?”

Isak looks over at the digital clock by their bedside table. “Thirty minutes till three.”

Even palms Isak’s boxer shorts, and Isak immediately knew what he meant. Isak is shamelessly hard, his precum already wetting a portion of his boxers. They’ve done this before, when one of them is too tired or too sick, giving a blowjob to that said person is completely welcome, just as long as the receiver sits back and relaxes.

“Can I?”

Isak bites his lips and nods his head, kissing Even in appreciation before he gets on with it. In any case, Isak feels that Even going down on him might even cure him of his fever. Flushed and hard himself, Even sneaks under the blanket, removes Isak’s boxers, and down he goes.

To be continued.

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