#anyway there's actually no saving grace its literally suck ass the whole way down and always has been 🤣🤣🤣👍

[themanwhowouldbefruit]

its crazy how you can watch something at 14yo and think its great but. it actually sucks ass because a 14yos brain is like a slab of ham.

[wonwooze]

Something told me it was you.

characters: jeon wonwoo/reader au genre: light smut, fluff warnings: cussing, alcohol consumption word count: 5841

Jeon Wonwoo is your best friend for life. You two met just before the two of you were supposed to depart for college. The two of you declared that the term platonic was the exact terminology to describe your friendship. You two were each other’s wingman, sworn protectors, and so many more. So it became a wonder, a great mystery when the two of you starts to realise that the line between love, and being in love is a fine one. Wonwoo best friends! to lover inspired by Zayn’s Tightrope. 

i. We Should Thank Seungkwan

messages

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Seungkwan boo: hey loser. What are you doing today? Probably nothing I shouldn’t ask. I’m going to eat out with a couple of my friends tonight. You should come and stop being such a caveman. See  ya.

y/n: when? What should I wear? What friends?

Seungkwan boo: at 6, we’re going to a movie first at the mall. They’re my school friends. And they’re cool don’t worry. Be ready I’ll come get you.

y/n: ????? Ok

Seungkwan was a friend you, almost quite literally, found on craigslist. At the time you met Seungkwan, you were struggling with SAT and college application. Wanting to get into one of the top 5 universities didn’t help either. Equipped with wits, and endless resourcefulness, you found Seungkwan’s ad on craigslist. He was offering himself to be an SAT tutor, claiming that he almost graduated as valedictorian. After a quick search of his social media, Boo Seungkwan turned out to be enrolled in one of the top private schools in the country. You decided that he looked like a legit tutor that could help you ace your college application, and enlisted his help. As it turns out, Seungkwan was a better friend than he was a tutor. He was always hanging out with you at your house, or at his, telling the perfect jokes where he reiterates funny stories of his schoolmates—whom you never met—in great detail. You liked hanging out with Seungkwan, it would’ve been so much better if you have met him earlier, you thought.

That night was like no other. Seungkwan had never asked you to meet his schoolmates before. You’ve only seen their pictures on Seungkwan’s instagram posts, and have only heard of them from his anecdotes. All you know was that he had a large group of friends, and that they’re supposedly really fun. When Seungkwan showed up on your doorstep, he was eerily excited. He had a huge grin stamped on his face, and a Prius waiting behind him with the engines on. “I’m so excited for my friends to finally meet each other! You know y/n, I’ve been telling these fools that you would be a great addition to our friend group but they weren’t having it.” Seungkwan gestured to his friends inside the car. “Their loss, not mine.” You told him. “That’s the spirit!” He chimed.

When he finally shoved you into the backseat, and himself into riding shotgun, you finally had a look at the infamous Seungkwan’s friend group. There were a total of 5 people in that car, including yourself. You were stuck in the backseat, with two other guys you absolutely had never seen before. “Everyone, this is Y/N! She’ll be gracing us with her presence tonight.” That remark made you blush, and chummy in the gut, feeling the room temperature about to get awkward. You were always kind of anxious about meeting Seungkwan’s friends, fearing they decided they didn’t like you at the end of the day. “Hi.” You said awkwardly, waving your sweater paws lightly.

“You know, y/n. I always thought Seungkwan made you up just so he can ditch us lately. Nice to meet you though, I’m Soonyoung.” The boy sitting at the other side of the seat said by way of greeting. “Yeah, I always doubted you were real. I’m Vernon, nice to meet you.” The boy next to you said shyly. He was good looking, and had the faint smell of aftershave. “Yah! You guys are always on my neck it’s annoying.” Seungkwan chimed in from the front. And that’s how you met Wonwoo. Even if he didn’t made the introduction right then and there, you finally had a good look at him when the group finally arrived at the mall. He straightened his blazer before he reached out his hand to you, and with his baritone like deep voice announced that his name was Jeon Wonwoo.

“Wonwoo! Y/n is going to go to NYU this year! I was helping her with her application remember?” Seungkwan said in the middle of gulping down his cola. Your heart leapt when he mentioned NYU, still berated with the anxiety of college entrance procedures. “You are? Me too! What are the odds. Man I sure hope I get accepted though, it would suck if I didn’t.” “NYU is famous for its film school though, are you majoring in film?” This was the first chance you got of a private conversation with Wonwoo. “Nope. I’m majoring in English lit. Are you taking film?” “Yeah, I do actually.” You liked Wonwoo immediately. You remembered thinking his presence was so still, and calm, so calm that it softened your rough edges, and calmed your anxiety. “I hope I got accepted though. I don’t know what I would do if I didn’t” You told him. Wonwoo shrugged lightly, and nonchalantly adds, “You’ll get in. Trust me.” You’ve never trusted zodiacs, or tarot reading, or anything of the sorts. But the way Wonwoo said it, his deep set cat like eyes piercing into you, that day you decided you were going to trust Jeon Wonwoo and whatever he said.

The next time you met him was when the two of you settled into orientation day at NYU. Wonwoo lived in a dorm at campus area, and you got your own place 5 minutes away from him. The two of you were so delighted when you met each other that day. Wonwoo remembered thinking it was like a match made in heaven. Being the quiet, shy, introvert that he is, Wonwoo relished the idea of having company when venturing into a brand new territory. He secretly wanted to held your hand the whole time but refrain from doing so. That day, Wonwoo took you to eat at a wings joint near campus, and the two of you laughed your asses off listening to Wonwoo’s anecdotes about Seungkwan. Lips smeared with barbecue sauce, Wonwoo ended his sermon about Seungkwan with a statement that you had etched into your memory until today. You and Wonwoo had fought about a number of things, which band was better, which movie was better, which tie he should buy. Sometimes he changed your mind, and sometime you changed his. But on this specific issue, you have never changed your opinion about because you had agreed completely. That night he said, “we should really thank Seungkwan though. If it wasn’t for him, we wouldn’t have met each other and I wouldn’t have a friend at campus. Who would’ve thought he would be a blessing?” The two of you have never stopped talking since then.

ii. The Tale of Two Roommates

“Won!” You banged at Wonwoo’s dorm room at exactly 7 pm. The two of you were supposed to hang out at the library, studying for finals. “Just a sec!” You heard Wonwoo called from inside the room, and couldn’t help but wonder what is taking him long enough. Contrary to what you expected, when the door finally swung open it wasn’t Jeon Wonwoo that was at the other side of the door. It was Wonwoo’s roommate, Kim Mingyu, if you had remembered correctly.  “Oop! Sorry to startle you. Wonwoo is going to take some time, you better come in.” He said sweetly, a smile was breaking on his lips. Mingyu was kind of cute, and you wondered why Wonwoo never mentioned that fact. “Thanks! Um, Mingyu is it?” “Correct! I suppose Wonwoo have mentioned me?” Mingyu had eyes like sugar and caramel, sweet. “Only in passing.” You shrugged lightly. Mingyu proceeded to sit on his bed and fiddled his laptop.

“I hope you don’t mind me blasting a song through my laptop? I lost my headphones a couple of days ago.”

“Yeah no problem! This is your room anyway.”

“Just between you and me,  I lent my headphones to Wonwoo and I could swear he had never given it back.” Mingyu said, not looking mad at all, instead his visage was decorated with a dubious grin. Implying that him and Wonwoo are close enough to make fun of each other. You continued to wonder why Wonwoo never properly introduced the two of you. The person in question was still in the bathroom, hell, only God knows what he’s doing in there.

You had thoughts that Wonwoo was going to be taking too long, and the library is going to be crowded by the time you two got there, but in all honesty he was unknowingly doing you a favour. As you sat on Wonwoo’s bed on the other side of the room, Mingyu was casually playing music by different artists. His tastes ranges from electric music, dance music, to popular songs you often hear on the radio. Your heart skipped a beat only when he glances at you from across the room, and replayed the song that was playing before. It was from Arctic Monkey’s 2013 album, a song you often play when you were in the mood to fall in love. The song, titled Knee Socks, was dripping through the speakers, and Mingyu caught your head bopping along with the beat. “You know this song?”

“Yeah, it was pretty popular when it came out didn’t it?” You added. This time you held Mingyu’s gaze. “It is actually! God, I feel so dumb playing this song now. It feels so outdated.” You chuckled at that. What does an attractive man like Mingyu had to fear? He began to talk to you about the songs he played after Arctic Monkey’s famous ballad was over. And you realised that Kim Mingyu, had held your attention completely. There was something about him that reminded you of chocolate covered caramel. When Wonwoo finally came out of the bathroom, he had looked unusually dashing. His face was completely bare, save for his round eyeglasses he never took off. He was wearing a v-neck t-shirt that shown his perfectly sculpted collarbone. And his wet hair was still slightly dripping. Not that you had noticed any of this, because that night you were completely smitten by Kim Mingyu.

Since then, you’ve found yourself making up a string of unusual reasons to come over to Wonwoo’s dorm. Either to borrow a charger, borrow Wonwoo’s laptop, anything, just so you have an excuse to see Kim Mingyu. It was between your 5th to 6th visits when Mingyu finally asked you out on a date. Wonwoo, being Wonwoo, always warned you against it. “Be careful! I hear he has a reputation.” It’s always be careful this, be careful that. You only started to wonder if Wonwoo was making some of those things up. As reality goes, Mingyu turned out to be one of the sweetest guy to exist. He was always walking you back to your place, even if that meant he had to take a 5 minute detour. He was always careful of your feelings. He never disregarded anything you said. The first few months, your relationship with Mingyu was perfect. You hung out with him in his room, which gave you the additional advantage of hanging out with Wonwoo too. You made Mingyu hot chocolate when he’s craving for one, and the list goes on.

But some stories are not only about you. When you first started dating Mingyu, Wonwoo was always skeptical about it. He was never quite sure about the odds of you two being together. But when it looked like it was going perfectly, Wonwoo’s frown began to cease. His doubts replaced with another feeling. Wonwoo couldn’t quite give the feeling a name, he just knew it when he felt it. 

The first time was when he walked into the two of you cuddling on Mingyu’s bed. It was not like Wonwoo was seeing red, but it almost seemed like he did. He felt the tiniest pinch inside his gut, but no words were registered to explain the phenomenon. After that, he only dreaded the thought of seeing the two of you together. It was not as if he didn’t like seeing you happy, he did. He completely, wholeheartedly did. He just preferred he didn’t have to see it.

iii. You Shouldn’t Build Houses Out Of People

It was nearing the end of your second year in college when you woke up in Wonwoo’s arms. You and Wonwoo stayed being the best friends that you always were. The year that has passed only made the bond stronger. There has been an additional list of activities that you and Wonwoo had shared without making it awkward because you two are almost closer than any friend. Going out late at night for McDonalds, hanging out at his dorm, catching a midnight movie premiere together. It was always Wonwoo this, Wonwoo that, if not Mingyu this, Mingyu that. Wonwoo had hugged you, braided your hair, picked you up and swung you around when your short movie won a college award. You had hugged Wonwoo, caressed the top of his head, squeezed his hand when you get nervous. Anything and everything. You had stayed together with Mingyu too, the whole time. You caught yourself repeatedly saying a prayer for Wonwoo and Mingyu’s presence in your life.

This is where the chapters started to get ugly. Love stories, they tend to get ugly before the main protagonist had any idea what they had been seeing. The same pattern you had found happening with your relationship with Mingyu. It was not as if you didn’t love Mingyu, you do. And he loved you too. But as time strengthen some relationships, yours only wore it down. Mingyu was constantly distracted by his college, his devotion to his music projects, his friend group that doesn’t include you and Wonwoo. This is when you start to realise that love was not a given. It was supposed to be a companion you were supposed to caress, feed and entertain. It was a guest, that came knocking into two people’s heart. And when the people in question started to be too busy to take care of it like they used to, love began to walk out the door. And so then, when Mingyu began to choose hanging out with his band, instead of you, or when you made little effort in making Tuesdays with Mingyu happen again, that was when love began to fade into the background.

The breakup was harsh. It was not as if you had been too numb to not feel broken up about ending a year long relationship with Mingyu. You had silently wept for falling out of love, you often question what you could’ve done to make it turn out the other way. You and Mingyu was sitting at the bench in the dorm lawn. It was almost midnight, so no one could’ve overheard the silent sobs. “It’s hurting me. That we are together, but I don’t feel for you anymore. I feel for the memories. I clung to it as if it’s the only thing I have. It pains me.” Mingyu’s words would not leave your head for years to come. And you had silently nodded in pain, because it was hurting you too. To look at Mingyu, and to wish loudly that things were as they were before. It hurt you to look at Mingyu and could only think of the past when the memories of present was what supposed to hook you onto reality.

He had went inside after that. That night, Mingyu didn’t walk you home and take his usual 5 minutes detour. But Wonwoo did. Like all best friends do, upon seeing Mingyu coming into the room looking completely distressed, something in Wonwoo snapped. He grabbed his coat, ran down the stairs and caught you silently crying on the bench. Wonwoo walked you home. Staying completely silent all the way there. Tucked you in to bed, and brew you coffee. He stayed with you the whole night, skipped class the next day, and moved out of his dorm the next day. “I just think it would be awkward seeing Mingyu after this.” He had said when you asked him why. You promised you would help him find a place.

Before you two had found one though, Wonwoo stayed at your place for a couple of days.  And then days turn to weeks. You had an extra spare bed you only used if your parents come to visit, and Wonwoo was welcomed to occupy it anytime he want. It was quite a comical set up, Wonwoo sleeping on the extra bed in front of the tv, and you on safely tucked in your bedroom. Wonwoo’s stuff splattered everywhere in his space, yours neatly stacked in your bedroom. You having to walk over Wonwoo sleeping body when you had to go to the bathroom at 3 in the morning. It was quite comical, but it was extra magical. Wonwoo was the best roommate anyone could ever ask for, he made dinner sometimes, do the dishes regularly, he’d watched shitty tv with you all the time, and he’s basically a kickass friend. You didn’t want to admit it but having Wonwoo living with you clearly made your days a whole lot better. You slept better knowing the safety of Wonwoo’s presence. You studied better, because Wonwoo always offered to study with you—knowing that someone willingly endured a form of torture with you, had given you an extra serotonin boost. You almost wished he would never found his own place.

The one night that you highlighted vividly in your memory about this chapter you shared with Wonwoo, was the night of your final exams. Exams had always tortured you. You always had this innate need to do everything perfectly, but also freaking out over the limited time that you have in studying. It was not a strange phenomenon that sometime you broke down crying before an exam, it was an accepted reality. Especially, when the days are extremely bad. You would cry harder, or break easier. There was nothing in between.

When Wonwoo noticed this, he calmed you down immensely. You were instantly reminded of how Wonwoo’s presence provided you this strange sense of calmness that softened all your edges. Wonwoo told you not to get too hung up over it, you’ll ace it anyway, you’ll be fine, in his deep baritone voice you secretly admired. The cherry on top of the sundae was when Wonwoo brought you to your room, tucked you in lightly so you would sleep. “It’s okay to sleep now. We’ve been studying since 5, we can continue again tomorrow morning. Besides your exams didn’t start until the day after tomorrow right?” The way he said it so calmly just forced rationality inside your head, you did nothing but nod. You caressed Wonwoo’s hand lightly as he sat by your bed to fiddle with his phone. Anyone who didn’t comprehend the bond you had with Wonwoo would think that what you were doing implied that you were his girlfriend. But anyone who shared the same bond probably knew better. But you weren’t so sure you knew better either.

“Won. Please don’t leave.”

“What? I’m not leaving. I’m right here.” He said, not peeling his eyes off the screen. “I mean just sleep here tonight. I have plenty of room.” At that Wonwoo directed his gaze at you. Undoubtedly surprise at your statement. This, was the one activity you had never done together. “Are you sure?” He asked. Wonwoo, the compassionate, quiet guy, who had helped you strengthen your grip on reality, time and time again. Sometimes you ask yourself if you even deserve him. “I’m serious. Just sleep!” You tugged at his hand and tapped at the empty space beside you. “Okay..” He agreed, and proceeded to take off his glasses, put down his phone and lay down beside you. Granted, with Wonwoo on the bed, the space seemed to shrink.

“Are you comfortable?” He asked innocently. “Ugh, don’t make this awkward Won. Just flop on the bed, lay in it, whatever. My bed is your bed, too.” You said as you stare at him. Head propped on the pillow. It was not long after that you started snoring. And so did Wonwoo. Secretly he liked sharing your bed. Your warmth provided him a strange sense of comfort he never experienced before. Wonwoo, only wondered, not out loud though, at the strange beat of his heart that night.

The nights after that wasn’t as bad as the first one. Sometimes you flop over his bed in front of the tv and slept with him. Sometimes he slept on your bed. It was a shared routine that you two never talked about. Not a single word said about the nature of this new activity.

A couple of nights after, you were casually scrolling through your instagram feed only to be greeted with a picture of Mingyu, and a girl you recognised was his classmate. You didn’t know what it meant. Had it meant Mingyu was completely over you? Did he do it just to piss you off? You realised you were living in bliss when you were with Wonwoo. Completely unaware of the world going on out there. Almost like a honeymoon, you thought, but then quickly dismissed the thought as if it were foul. But that picture of Mingyu had completely shattered the serenity that sheltered you and Wonwoo. You threw your phone across the room. Seemingly seething with anger.

“The hell? What is wrong with you?” He began to walk and pick up the phone. Mingyu’s smile was still plastered on the phone. The same exact page. “Oh.” He said when he realised what it was all about. “Yeah. Oh.” Your voice was dripping with venom. Only then did you realise how your anger at the breakup has never really subsided. It was as if anger comes in waves, and this was about to crash, loudly. Wonwoo calmly put the phone down to pull you into a tight hug. His hug felt calming. If your anger was like waves, Wonwoo’s hug was like a lighthouse.

You were sitting next to him on his bed, your head atop his shoulder, and his chin atop yours. “I’m sorry.” He said, softly. You made a mental note that you could recognise his voice, anywhere, anytime. You only shrugged in response. Did your relationship not mean anything to Mingyu? It hurts the most when it almost meant the world to you. You were cherishing the way Wonwoo’s arms curled on your shoulders was like a sign of protection. It in and of itself, meant you’re safe. You could only wonder how someone could be of such importance to another person.

“You know, you shouldn’t build houses out of people, y/n. Because they come and go. So easily. Almost like it’s nothing.” He finally pulled himself away from his initial position to stare at you right in the eyes. His eyes, you’ve always thought was like a cat’s. But now you realised the gaze, the fire flaming behind it, it looked more like a fox’s. Everything about Wonwoo in that moment, reminded you of safety, protection, familiarity and home. He was the only thing in New York that tied you to home. You both came from the same small town, you knew the same people, you’ve been his friend since college barely even started. Wonwoo was, in every sense of the word, home. And that night you’ve decided to come back.

You’d like to think you were never on your right mind when you’re sad. You were always making rash decisions you would later either regret, or forget. You never really know what was into you, to get you to pull him by the t-shirt, close the distance between you two that initially felt like 5 miles, but was now nothing but a shared breath. You kissed him, so hard that it felt like you were drowning. Later in life, when someone offered you to pick between chocolate covered caramel and peppermint candies, you made sure to pick the latter. Because that night, Wonwoo smelled like peppermint candies, and you couldn’t get it out of your mind. Almost as if it was driving you crazy.

You’d like to think you were pushed by all the pent up anger, the unsaid feelings about how you secretly liked Wonwoo’s touch, Wonwoo’s presence beside you on the bed, just Wonwoo. It could’ve been the way Wonwoo was literally sitting underneath the moonlight, basking in all of its glory. It could’ve been the way his fox like eyes stared at you like no one ever does before, like he understood you, through and through. It could’ve been anything. All you knew was if you didn’t kiss Wonwoo, you would’ve gone insane. “Kiss me, Won.” You murmured against his lips. And to your surprise, he did. He kissed you like he had never kissed anyone before.

He, on the other hand, liked to think, he was carried off. He didn’t know what has gotten into his right mind kissing you like that. Like he was hungry. Like he was in pain. He had pushed all other thoughts from his mind. That night there was only you. He looked into your eyes, and was reminded of the person you have always been to him. The only person who would listen to his nerdy ramblings about movies. The only person who remembered the names of all his cousins who always caused him trouble. The only person worth a damn in this whole world. It was not long before his hands found the buttons of your shirt, and your hands slid into his back, passionately lifting his t-shirt. When he pulled himself off of you to breathe, you recited him, “I shouldn’t build houses out of people, because they leave. But you, you’re my best friend Won. You would never leave.” You pulled him into a kiss one more time, and that night was the night the two of you came home.

iv. What We Talk About When We Talk About Love

“Jeon Wonwoo!”

Wonwoo, startled, immediately turned around to see who that was. The owner of the voice was Kwon Soonyoung, his childhood best friend. Wonwoo had his hand on your back, slowly ushering you to Soonyoung’s direction. Kwon Soonyoung was a handsome 20-something year old. He was tall, not taller than Wonwoo, you made a mental note to yourself. His figure was very lean, like the figure of a professional figure skaters, or that of a professional dancer. Wonwoo with a grin stamped all over his face went up to him and gave him the tightest hug.

It was a festive evening. To be precise, it was Wonwoo’s friend, Seungcheol’s wedding. “Crazy how he is only a year older than me, but he’s getting married. Meanwhile, I couldn’t even score a date?”

Strange as it may seems, that one eventful night was the only time you slept with Wonwoo. You two woke up the other day, brushed each other’s hair, straightened your t-shirts and went on with life like nothing had happened. You had always thought it was one of two things; either it meant nothing, or it had meant everything and the weight of the thought had rendered your tongue useless. Either way, the two of you had never mentioned dating, or sex, or relationship in front of the other. As if it was a silent pact. The fact that this pact was never officially made just confirmed that Wonwoo and you practically operated on the same braincells.

“It’s because you have never made a move! Jeon Wonwoo, how are girls supposed to get to know you if you never made a move?” Unlike a normal person, Jeon Wonwoo never thought other girls exist besides you. It was always you, he thought of. You’re the only person he would call if he got into a fight with his mom. You’re the only person that should know his in depth feelings about his classmates. You’re the only person he thought of for a date to a friend’s wedding. After all, you’re his best friend.

“It feels like we haven’t seen each other in years!” Soonyoung exclaimed. The way he inserts himself into conversations strangely feels familiar. Soonyoung has a presence that made you immediately felt embraced, and at ease. He kind of reminded you of Wonwoo that way. “It’s because we truly haven’t, moron! How are you doing? I see you’re still getting 0 luck with girls.” Wonwoo teased him. The way the two interacted, made you think of brothers who have been separated for too long. Soonyoug playfully slapped Wonwoo’s back and gulped down his champagne. “Aish, don’t go flexing on me now that you got yourself a beautiful girlfriend!” He said, gesturing to you who were just standing there.

“Me? I’m not his girlfriend! I would never! No offense to you though, Won.” A smile emerged on Wonwoo’s face. It is a running joke that you would never date Wonwoo, and vice versa. You once told him, “At this point, we’re practically twins!”

“None taken, my lady.” Wonwoo said, still with the smile on his face. “Oh! Thank god. I was about to give you a whole essay on why you should rethink your decision.” Soonyoung teased, winking at you. At that the three of you laughed. You’ve never met Wonwoo’s childhood friends before. But he had always assured you, they’re like family to him, so they should be family to you too.

You, Soonyoung, and Wonwoo took up a table of five, joined by Seungkwan, and Seokmin who just happened to know Seungcheol too. You gave Boo Seungkwan a kiss on the cheek, reminding him how much you missed him. Seungkwan and Seokmin was such a comedic duo, you couldn’t help but burst with laughter every five minutes or so. It was one of those days where you really enjoyed yourself.

Weddings were not particularly your type of events. Strangely though, weddings were always graced with a type of magic that you could sense through the air. It might be because of how weddings itself was supposed to be the strongest union of two individuals who loved each other endlessly, and sacred enough that it could only be broken through death. It could be because a wedding is the happiest moments of a person’s life. It could be because for everyone else who was invited, it was a chance to reunite with old friends, and families.

And that night, the magic poured on your cheeks like raindrops. That night, as you sat by Wonwoo’s side. Feeling strangely nervous for finally meeting Wonwoo’s friends, he held your hands so tight, as if it was a secret message. And the message reads; don’t worry, you’re safe. What’s crazy is how he never let go of your hand the entire night. It was an unspoken gesture, but it was there. Even when you have finally loosen up, and laughed along with Seungkwan and Seokmin, he still wouldn’t let go.

When Seungcheol came up to the stage, serenaded with lovely romantic tunes, and began to start his speech, an homage to his wife. The night began to descend into something you are not entirely sure of.

“If I was supposed to describe my wife in three words, I’m going to be at a loss of words. Because how do you even try to describe someone so attentive, so caring, so beautiful, entirely intelligent, possesses the kindest heart, with just three words? 

My wife has given me everything I thought I didn’t deserve.”

During that pause, Wonwoo clutched your hand a little bit tighter.

“I was not the least bit stable when I first met her. That is even an understatement. I was just a mess. I was all over the place. I was late on bills, I was fired from my previous two jobs, and worse, I preferred to be drunk than having to face any of that senseless reality.”

This time you clutched his hand tighter. At one point, you could feel your own breath flowing in and out of your lungs.

“But, my wife? She was like a god sent. She came into my life like the angel Gabriel. Gave me a sense of direction. Helped me get sober. Helped me find a place to live that was not my mother’s basement.” Seungcheol earned quite a number of chuckles at that. But if you look clearly, his wife’s, as well as his friend’s eyes were starting to brim with tears. It must’ve been a dark chapter in his life.

“This woman practically saved my life.”

You turned your head, to get a look at Wonwoo. He was still staring directly at the stage, there were bits of tear on his clear, perfect eyes. As you look at him, you were only reminded of one thing. That night at your place, where Wonwoo was basking in the moonlight. Tonight, it was as if he was the moonlight. His grip on your hands felt like a comfort, security. The way he had always made you feel.

“So, when they asked me to write an homage to the angel who I’m now proud to call my wife, I thought, ‘man, how am I supposed to do that?’”

Wonwoo must’ve felt your stares, because now he was looking at you. There was such tenderness in his eyes, that couldn’t be compared. You’ve never seen Wonwoo this way before. Like a godsent. There was only one time that almost, briefly mimics this moment. It was the day you two went to the beach, for the first time together. Wonwoo was staring straight into the sunset, the wind whipping his hair, the glow of the sunset framing his visage. The scene was so dreamy, you almost thought it didn’t happen.

“Man, I suck at this. I hope my wife isn’t disappointed.”

Again, Seungcheol earned a number of laughter at that. And from the looks of it, his wife isn’t in any how disappointed. There were visible tears running down her cheeks, threatening to undo her makeup.

“So, let’s all raise our glass.”

Wonwoo’s stares was like daggers in your heart. Threatening to undo a secret long unraveled.

“To the most beautiful woman, I have ever met.”

As Wonwoo was fixing his stare at you, everything seems to finally made sense. There has always been a reason why you fit him more than his favourite sweater. To the most beautiful woman, I have ever met, a sentence fit only for you.

“To the love of my life.”

Claps erupted from all around the venue. And when you knew, you knew.

[67midnightwriter]

Bygone: Teach Me

A/N: This was originally intended for @thoughtslikeaminefield​ for her birthday before the world exploded. It was intended to be a quick one shot, but as I was writing I fell in love with Dean, Leia, and Cas’ relationship, so this will end up being a snapshot series. It won’t be written in order, but eventually it will all be written lol. Thanks to @mskathywriteswords​ for the deep beta!

Dean x OFC x Cas no destiel

Warning: feels and squirting

Smut

W/C: 4,269

There are many things Dean Winchester is good at: drawing out both pleasure and pain, locating both good drink and good food no matter where you plop him down, shrugging off compliments he’ll never believe he really deserves, and battling demons, of both the metaphorical and physical varieties. These are the things he (mostly) prides himself on, the base stones with which he builds the foundation of his character. Good or bad, they’re solid and steady through the storm of time. 

He won’t admit it, but among the other qualities lays the fact that he is a good teacher. One might even venture to say that he is an excellent teacher, with seemingly endless pools of kind patience, an uncanny ability to know how to reach even the most challenging and troubled of students, and oceans of knowledge from which to quench the thirst of the curious. It’s his unintentional personal oversight of this key flagstone that has birthed the confusion knotting his forehead currently. 

“Look Cas, I’m honored, really, I am...” Dean’s hand runs through his hair and then down his face, a nervous habit he’s picked up over the years, though he’s not sure where or when. He takes a deep breath before gathering the courage to continue. “But when I told you some things are better learned from watching, this...” He gestures to the room, unable to articulate the words he needs, unsure if any are actually needed, “is not what I meant.”

“I need you to teach me.” 

Dean tries to keep his face blank, but it has a habit of thinking out loud. His eyes grow wide, his eyebrows fly high, and his bottom lip ends up pinched between his teeth to hold in a startled laugh. He steadies himself with a deep breath, slowly letting it out of his nose while he counts to ten.

“Cas, man, it’s pretty self explanatory…”

Leia, currently lying back on the bed she shares with Cas, her honey eyes taking in the awkward exchange between Dean and his best friend. Her deep red hair cascaded over her shoulders like a mane of fire, as she chortled over Castiel’s unamused huff and eyeroll. 

“Dean, I’ve been watching humans mate and reproduce since before they were bipedal. I understand and am perfectly capable of bringing Leia pleasure through standard sexual intercourse.”

Dean suppresses a wince over Cas’s blunt wording; even years of friendship can’t take away the resounding feeling as though he’s talking about sex with a parent. 

If he’s seen so much, shouldn’t he be teaching me?

The unwelcome thought crosses his mind, paired with an image of Cas in a full bodied latex suit, and he physically shakes it away.

“Then I don’t understand why I’m here.”

“Cas, I think you’d better just show Dean. It’ll be easier that way.”

Castiel frowns as he considers this, nodding as he settles on a decision. “I suppose you’re correct. Dean, may I?”

Dean closes his eyes to think, rubbing at his hairline like it will help ease his thoughts. He realizes the confusion is going to eat at him until he barges back in and confronts them anyways, and decides that he’d rather skip the forty minutes of pacing and get straight to the point. He still has a list of things to get done today, one that leaves little room for such distractions. “I guess. Let’s get this over with Feathers, I’ve got guns to clean.”

Cas’ lips thin at Dean’s use of the nickname, but he moves past without comment. “You might feel mildly disoriented.” He presses two fingers to each of Dean’s temples, and the world around Dean shimmers, causing his stomach to roll. His eyes close against the sensation, and it vanishes before he can even be sure he really felt it to begin with. 

Dean opens his eyes and finds himself sucked into one of his favorite memories; quite literally. His lips are sealed around Leia’s clit as she writhes underneath him, her cunt clenching around his fingers as she cums. He doesn’t stop, even when she tries to pull away. Instead, he shifts the arm not currently three fingers deep, and pins her hips in place. She breaks from panting to whine his name, high and desperate, but he knows she’s been holding out on him. Her thighs squeeze, one on top of one shoulder, one underneath the other, and he replaces his mouth with his thumb so he can turn and bite the thigh against his ear. He’s rewarded with a sharp, ragged gasp, his thumb circling relentlessly as his fingers push against her g-spot. Her shoulders lift part way off the bed and for a moment she looks like a marionette, her eyes open but unseeing, her mouth hanging slack. He can feel her whole body tensing around him, and he can’t help but grin. 

“Come on, Honey, let go for me,” he drawls, his accent thick and voice ragged. 

He can feel her let go with his finger tips, and his eyes study her face as his skin tingles in a mix of awe, pride, and lust. Castiel chooses that moment to rip him back into the present, and he uses the guise of disorientation to close his eyes and steady his beating heart. His fingers twitch at his side with the urge to wipe phantom moisture off on his jeans, and his cock stirs in his jeans. He rattles off the safety features of the newest Dodge minivan in his head, willing an awkward erection away. 

Traction control, tire pressure monitoring, rear child safety locks.

Since the universe decides against opening a black hole directly beneath his feet, Dean opens his eyes. He looks first at Leia, her warm eyes filled with concern, before turning to meet Cas’ cool blue gaze. 

“Will you teach me?”

“Cas...” Dean runs his hand across his face, his eyes flicking between his friends. “I don’t know. Even if I could, I’m not sure how I would.” 

“I could always take the information straight from the source.” Castiel, Dean was sure, was immune to any and all awkwardness. 

“Castiel! I told you that if Dean didn’t want to help, you would let him go, without any brain spelunking.”

“If you would let me use my grace-”

“You can use your grace to- nevermind. I don’t want to know.” Leia smirks and shoots Dean a wink, and he shudders mentally.

Dean sighs again, his mind battling with its southern counterpart, and blessedly Castiel and Leia stay silent. He gazes at the angel before him, thinking of all the times he’s been saved by his hand, how Castiel has rarely ever asked him for anything but trust. He thinks of Leia, who has been by his side for the better part of 20 years, spent the prime of her life trying to keep his ass alive, and how much she deserves someone who could give her all the things he can’t (or in this case, all the things he can) do. She’s happy with Cas. Cas wants to give her everything she could want. Dean refuses to think about where else Cas would turn for advice, and realizes the decision has been made. 

“Alright. If everyone is okay with this...” Dean gestures to the room again, still unsure there are appropriate words to describe the situation. “I’ll help you.” Leia smiles softly at him, relief washes over Castiel’s face. Dean swallows hard, and thinks there might be a rock settled in his stomach. “How…?”

“Some things are best learned by watching.” 

Of course that would be the one piece of advice Castiel would latch on to. 

“Right. Okay. Well…”

Attuned to his emotions after so many years living beside him, Leia gets up from the bed and stands between him and Castiel. Headstrong, with no room for nonsense, she grasps the open sides of his flannel, pulls him flush against her body, and presses her lips to his. 

It’s been eleven years since they shared a kiss, but it seems as though no one informed their mouths. They fit together the same, and Dean finds himself running his hands up her arms, across her back, pulling her closer, one hand traveling up to the back of her head. She relaxes against him, and it would be so easy for Dean to pretend Castiel isn’t there, to believe that they never fell apart, to find safety and solace in her touch once more, to break down the walls he spent so long building that he can no longer remember if they’re for her sake or his. 

He stiffens, but Leia already knows. She kisses her way across his jaw on up to his earlobe, nibbling softly just behind the curve. She pulls his earlobe with her teeth, before speaking in a heavy low voice. 

“It’s okay, Dean. I want this. Please.” She breathes the last word. Dean wonders briefly if he imagined it, before his resolve crumbles. 

Dean nods, not trusting himself to speak. Leia slips his shirt from his shoulders, and he lets it fall to his feet. He stops thinking, instinct taking over. Her shirt joins his, and he grins when he finds she’s decided to forgo a bra. He backs her on to the bed, his lips trailing hot against her skin as he makes his way up to meet her lips. Castiel shifts behind him, the rustling of his trench coat as he places it on the back of the chair reminding Dean that he’s doing this for a reason, not just living out fantasies. Dean gives control back to his brain, and slows the urgency of his kisses while wondering how to give Castiel a step by step guide on how to make his girlfriend squirt.

“The first-“ Dean’s voice is too low, too thick with lust, so he clears his throat and attempts to continue. “You gotta start-“ Leia stops his stuttering with a kiss. 

“This isn’t going to work if you spend the entire time stumbling over a play by play like it’s your first day on ESPN.”

Dean hangs his head in defeat, the tips of his hair brushing against Leia’s nude chest as it rises. An apology is clawing its way out when Castiel speaks from a spot behind him. 

“Just pray to me.”

Dean turns to meet the cool blue gaze over his right shoulder, and Cas nods at whatever emotions are swirling over his own eyes. Dean finds no doubt in Cas’, no uncertainty, just oceans of trust with swells of excitement that Dean is still sure he doesn’t deserve. He turns his attention back to Leia, who turns a similar trusting, warm gaze on him. She smiles, lips puffy and face relaxed in a nostalgic lust. 

“Okay?” Her voice is sweet, safe, and Dean smiles as the rock in his stomach cracks. 

“Yeah. Okay.”

Dean leans in for a deep kiss, invading her mouth with an expert tongue before making his way down her neck. He prays as he goes along, explaining every touch to Castiel. Leia moans beneath him, leaning in to his touch as he strips her, blunt nails coaxing goosebumps to her skin. He trails kisses and bites down her body, the thumb of his right hand brushing over her nipple, his left resting on her hip as he settles between her thighs. She feels hot and and solid beneath him, and the way she’s relaxed, honey eyes half lidded and full of lust, calms him. Dean bites the inside of her thigh, soothes it with a kiss, and then the absurdness of what they’re doing hits him.

He nearly laughs. It creeps up his throat from deep inside him, threatening to break this tender moment, and he’s not sure that he can hold it in. 

If anyone would have told me, at any point in time, that I would be praying to an angel while demonstrating how to make his girlfriend squirt-

Leia’s hands in his hair bring him back from the edge of hysterics. She pulls, hard enough to move his head, and he twists her nipple in retaliation. She hisses, arching, and she chuckles.

“Focus, Cowboy.”

Dean grins and gets to work. He tightens his grip on her hip, uses his tongue until she’s keening for more, pulling his face closer and fighting against his hold to grind against him. He squeezes her nipple once more before he adjusts himself, latching on to her clit and thrusting the two middle fingers on his left hand in her sodden cunt. He can feel her clenching desperately already, and within a few moves of his fingers she’s cumming.

Once the first one is out of the way, the main key is to keep going, Cas. No matter what she says, or if she tries to pull away, keep going.

Her low pitched guttural groan fills the room, and her thighs clench around his head. He can’t help but chuckle, letting her hip go long enough to force his left arm between her thigh and his ear, pressing the length of his forearm down across her hips and grabbing tight to her right. He adjusts, filling the emptiness where his left hand had been with his right, kissing and nipping at her thigh while rubbing her clit in rough circles with the pad of his thumb. She fidgets, trying to pull away from the overstimulation, desperate whimpers falling sweetly on the air, her body trembling around him. She begins to buck, fighting to pull away, and he can sense Cas stiffen behind him. 

This is where you make your mistake. She’s so close Cas, you can feel her tightening and trying to fight it, but if you really want to make her happy you’ve got to push her into it. Rub her gspot harder, make sure you never let up on her clit, and tell her what you want. She loves that.

“Come on Honey,” Dean purrs, his voice deep and heavy with lust, his accent dripping from his words. “Let go for me.” 

Present mirrors the past, and Dean is awash in deja vu.

Leia’s mouth opens, her whines cutting off to a silent scream. Dean can feel every one of her muscles clenching, her fingers gripping so hard around the bedsheets that the fabric is protesting. The pressure continues building, her shoulders coming off the bed of their own accord, turning her into a marionette of pleasure, a memory come to life. He can feel the release on the tips of his fingers, bringing a grin to his face. 

“That’s my girl.” 

Her silent scream breaks into a desperate cry as her release sprays down his arm. She gasps, falling apart from the inside out. Dean runs his hands up her body as she finally relaxes, the human version of a spring that’s been wound until it snaps. She collapses back down on the bed, her legs extending to either side as her muscles relax. Her chest heaves as she pulls in desperate gasps of air, aftershocks of pleasure still vibrating through trembling extremities. 

Dean smiles softly at her, pressing a soft kiss to her thigh before standing. His cock aches, his erection pressing uncomfortably against his jeans that seem two sizes tighter than this morning. He backs away as Castiel sheds his trenchcoat and settles on the bed, pulling Leia to his chest and murmuring praise between kisses. Dean watches as he feels jealousy blanket his shoulders. It’s her soft begging that finally gets his feet moving again, though his eyes and ears stay fixed on the couple in the bed, his heart aching for it’s happy ending. Sorry buddy, you’re going to have to settle for another long shower.

“Dean.” Her voice reaches him as his hand settles on the door handle, a tangible echo, just as sweet as it was when she was his. “I need you too.” He stops and turns, his heart rate skyrocketing, his cock twitching excitedly. “Please.” She’s always begged more with her eyes than her words, and Dean sees that old flame brought back to life, an ember fanned to raging inferno.

Every fiber of his being is singing all the praises Heaven doesn’t deserve, but still he hesitates.

“It’s okay, Dean.” Blue eyes ground him, just as safe and steady in the bedroom as they are on the battlefield. 

Dean turns from the door, his hands already working at the button of his jeans as he floats back toward the bed. Their clothes are gone before his jeans make it over his hips, and he decides that maybe grace has more advantages than those that are tactile. He pauses at the foot of the bed, the logistics overwhelming his lust addled brain. Shower sex isn’t the only thing that’s complicated. Hell is still just hell, though.

“What do you want, Princess?” Castiel murmurs low into Leia’s ear, and Dean is close enough to see the bumps rise on her skin.

“Deep.” Her tongue stumbles over the single word, her endorphin overloaded brain struggling to process anything more than action and touch.

“I need you to ask for it.” Castiel rolls, throwing one of her limp legs over his hip, dipping two fingers into her cunt and making her eyes fly skyward. “Or you’re not going to get what you want.”

Dean’s cock twitches against his abdomen, and he slowly strokes himself as he watches Castiel’s fingers move, listens to the wet that he caused, feels his body heat under the angel’s sharp gaze. 

They seem to spend an eternity in that moment, washed in lust, excitement, and anticipation. Everything is tense, but Dean feels lighter than he has in years as he allows himself to stop thinking and simply wait to be given a command.

“I want Dean to fuck my ass,” Leia finally manages to gasp out as Cas continues to tease her. “While I ride your cock.” 

Castiel pulls his hand out and settles her slowly onto him. Leia gasps, her hands gripping his shoulders as he guides her hips down, inch by agonizing inch, Dean’s mouth falling open and a grin crawling across Cas’ face as they both watch. Cas maneuvers them until they’re at the end of the bed, his legs hanging over the end and her knees propped on the edge. Dean runs his hand down her back, along the curve of her spine, her skin soft and smooth beneath his time roughened palm. He cups her ass, firm from decades of hunting, and his thumb rubs over a wayward freckle. He spreads it, his tongue darting out to wet his lip as he takes in the view before him, savoring it. 

“Dean.” Castiel’s voice breaks through his trance, and when he finds that sharp gaze, Castiel is holding out a bottle of lube.

Dean nods as he accepts it, his tongue too heavy in his mouth to form words. He lubes his fingers, teasing her hole before pushing one in. He would gladly go to hell again to hear the moan that left her lips as she pushed back onto his hand. He slowly works her open with one hand as he strokes himself with the other, his bottom lip pinched between his teeth.

“Dean, please I need you,” Leia whines, her forehead settled on Castiel’s shoulder as the angel busies himself kissing and nipping her neck, teeth grazing one of her favorite spots.

“Okay, darling. I’ve got you.” He preps, takes a deep breath, and pushes forward.

It feels like coming home. Dean gasps and he’s surrounded by tight heat, his hands digging into her hips, his legs settling against the bed, sandwiched between hers and Cas’s. Dean, a corner of his mind once worried about the possible awkwardness of sharing his past love with her present one, the small rational part of his brain speeding through the consequences of fucking his best friend’s girl while he’s in the room, is suddenly certain that if he moves, he will cum instantly, something he hasn’t done since he was 17.

Dean tries to think of a witty comment, the sudden vulnerability of the situation overwhelming him, the need for a protective wall of humor urgent, even though he knows it will destroy this precious moment. His mouth opens, his tongue threatening to sabotage this perfection, but instead of words Dean moans incoherently as Castiel grabs his hips and forces him to move in sync with his own thrusts.

Dean decides that it’s okay to turn his brain off. He stops thinking, and instead he starts feeling. He reaches a hand around to rub at Leia’s clit, tightens his hold on her hip as she falls limp, her body unable to hold itself up between them. Tears are rolling slowly down her cheeks, drool slipping out of the corner of her mouth as her eyes unfocus and she succumbs to the intense pleasure. 

“Such a good girl.” Cas’ voice is deeper than Dean imagined would be possible, rough and breathless as he throws his head back. “More, Dean. Harder.” Cas guides Dean’s movements, pulling his hips in. Dean plants his feet, adjusting the angle of his thrusts, giving himself leverage for more powerful thrusts, pulling a deep moan from Cas’ lips. “Yes, Dean, good.”

Dean’s balls tighten at the praise, his thighs begin to burn as his pace quickens, desperation driving him. He feels Leia cum again, hears her hiss at the end of a silent scream, but it seems far away. His only focus is chasing the high, getting relief from the pressure that’s settled on his groin, because right now everything is tightening, every muscle is tensing. Dean grasps both of her hips in his hands, his knuckles turning white as his pace begins to falter. He hears Castiel call out, feels the hands on his own hips tense and relax, and finally he’s breaking.

Time is meaningless. He falls onto the bed, years of tension seeped from his body. He feels like he’s floating, relaxed and happy, a constant pain numbed in a way that whiskey cannot help. Castiel cleans up Leia with a snap, and she wakes enough to cuddle against Dean, nuzzling her way beneath his arm just like she always has. Castiel lays behind her, bringing with him a sense of safety Dean craves. 

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Dean is staring at the gun in his hands, but he hasn’t moved to clean it. He glances at the clock, surprised to find that he’s been unfocused for fifteen minutes. He’s not been able to make it through a quarter of his list, but he can’t bring himself to count the day as wasted as he normally would. He’s been trapped in his mind today, bouncing between nostalgia and present, doing his best to not linger on the new, overwhelming amount of ‘what-if’s and ‘what does it mean’s buzzing around his mind. 

He finds himself falling into another spiral, wondering if this was a one time romp, or if he’s not the only one with unrequited feelings. If Leia still has feelings, what does that mean for Cas? They make each other better, they need each other, and Dean does not have enough room in his mental guilt chest to add that.

A small knock at his door makes him jump, and he clears his throat and busies his hands before telling them to come in.

“Dean?” Leia’s voice is tentative, her eyes troubled. She settles herself on his bed, and Dean forces himself to stay where he is at his desk. His heart is racing nearly as fast as his mind, anxiety restricting his lungs and drying his mouth. “Can we talk?” There it was. The death sentence.

“Of course.” Dean zeroed in on the gun in his hands, focused on the familiar movements.

“I talked with Cas about what happened this morning. It...” She paused, biting her lip as she struggled with what to say next. A hundred scenarios began playing through Dean’s mind, each one worse than the previous. 

It was a one-time thing. It was a mistake. It was something I regret. It was the final straw, I can’t do this anymore, we’re leaving.

“It stirred up some emotions that I buried a long time ago. I hope that I don’t offend you by saying this, or that this makes you uncomfortable.” She took a deep breath, and Dean began to oil the pieces of his gun, glad to have something to do with his hands so that she couldn’t see them tremble as he waited patiently for her to continue, every muscle tensed and prepared for life’s usual kick to his metaphorical (and sometimes physical) balls.

“I still love you, Dean. I’ve talked it out with Cas. If you’re interested, I’d like to … make sure this isn’t a one time thing. Cas is okay with this. He understands that each of you are important to me, and each of you fulfill different areas of my life. I want you both.”

Dean’s hands stop moving. He distantly hears the piece of gun clatter to the floor. Every thought screeches to a halt as he looks up, searching her face for any hint of a lie or a prank. Instead, he finds raw vulnerability, one he had chased away long ago. The walls he had watched her build between them over the years, even the bricks he had had purposefully caused her to lay, were now mere crumbles of brick and mortar. 

A smile begins to slowly spread across Dean’s face.

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[spidercakes]

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five

Warnings: smut, light D/s dynamic, feminization.

*

Peter straddles Tony’s lap, one hand curled deep into Tony’s hair as he tilts his head to the side. Tony does most of the work for him, panting heavily as Peter kisses his way down his neck, hands on his ass squeezing. He’d thought about restraining Tony but that’d be a pain in the ass in the back of a car and he likes the attention anyway. Tony mewls as Peter nips at his neck, back arching up into him. “Yes, Peter,” he says, breathless. “Bite me baby, yes, like that- oh!” Tony says, arching up into him again as Peter bites at his neck gently. He hadn’t expected Tony to react so well to it but he can smell the arousal on him and the small little noises he’s making are fucking delicious.

“Didn’t think you’d be into that, baby,” Peter murmurs, nipping at his neck again and delighting in the sharp moan Tony lets out. He never really got what the hell alphas found so attractive about omegas putting on a show in bed, probably because it always seemed like a show, but he thinks he might see where they’re coming from now. He loves that Tony’s so responsive, always giving him little encouragements and praise and occasionally something different when he lets something that he’s into slip, like now. Even Tony had been surprised by their compatibility but Peter isn’t about to complain about it.

Tony huffs underneath him, letting out small little moans as Peter’s teeth graze his neck, teasing. “Yeah,” Tony tells him, “harder,” he adds, arm moving to curl tight around Peter’s waist when he complies. “Harder,” Tony tells him again, other hand moving up from under his ass into Peter’s hair as he presses his head further into Tony’s neck. “Come on baby, bite me like you mean it. Claim me,” Tony tells him and Peter moans, arousal flooding through his body because wow okay.

He bites Tony again, this time rougher though not enough to break the skin like a claim bite would. Tony’s reaction is instantaneous as the fingers he’s got curled into Peter’s hair tighten and his back arches, “fuck, Peter, yes!” he says, head thrown back in pleasure. Peter moans too, shivering in response to Tony’s obvious arousal. “Do it again Peter, please baby feels so good, please,” Tony says and Peter knows Tony knows he likes it when Tony begs. He readjusts the grip in Tony’s hair, pulling at it tighter and Tony mewls, hands shifting back to Peter’s hips and guides them into his own. Peter already knows what Tony likes, doesn’t need his guidance so he moves the way he knows Tony wants him to and shivers at the small moans Tony lets out as he clings to him almost desperately.

He nips his way down Tony’s neck, teeth grazing at the sensitive skin as Tony pants underneath him, noises growing a little desperate as Peter’s bites get a little harder as he moves his way down Tony’s neck. He licks and nips at the spot over Tony’s pulse, earning a small moan from Tony for his efforts as he tightens his grip on Peter’s hips. He pulls back a little, considering as Tony huffs at him, annoyed. “Peter,” Tony whines at him. He doesn’t need to say much more, they both know what he wants so Peter leans back in and bites him again, hard like he had the last time and Tony lets out a shout, hips shifting up into Peter’s. “Yes baby, oh,” Tony says, breathing heavily and Peter grins as he noses at the spot he just bit.

“Did you just cum?” he asks, tiling his head up to look at Tony. He knows the answer before Tony nods because his cheeks are a little red and he’s never seen Tony blush. Usually he’s shameless, sometimes a little too much so like when he decides to tell his whole class about their sex life. Peter grins and kisses him, “is that something you’d actually want?” he asks, “a claim bite?” That’d be... unusual to say the least and the way Tony tenses under him tells him he knows that too. “I wouldn’t really care either way,” he tells Tony. “Its not as if I refused to indulge you. S’good for me too.” The way Tony reacts never fails to get him going because he’s so damn vocal. Turns out he has a thing for that.

“Um. Yeah, a little bit,” Tony says softly. Peter raises an eyebrow and Tony looks away but Peter tilts his head back towards him.

“Stop that, you know I don’t care. How long have you known that you’re like... into that?” he asks. Can’t be new, he’s sure Tony put thought into why he reacts like that given that he’s also sure there’s more shame in his tastes than Tony is letting on at the moment. Alphas aren’t supposed to like being the more submissive ones and they sure shit aren’t supposed to like being claimed.

Tony shrugs, “long time, I guess. I always sort of related to omegas more than alphas. Its why I’m friends with so much more of them.” Yeah, Rhodey is the odd one out and when he’s not being weird he doesn’t really act like alphas are supposed to either. Namely, he’s not a self righteous pushy ass jerk who thinks he knows everything and he doesn’t have the emotional range of a half bent tea spoon with the full expectation that everyone in his life will make up for that fact. So basically he doesn’t suck as a person.

But Tony is significantly different than that too. He’s soft and pliant and he does his best to hide it probably because of social expectations but he’s listened to Tony’s friends talk, people have taken advantage of his soft and trusting nature and Rhodey is still suspicious of him because of it. And that doesn’t even touch on his obvious submissive tendencies. “Hmm. I always related to betas. They aren’t assholes or demure sex objects, they get to just exist in a way I don’t really get to,” Peter says. Not without his own set of social expectations that he’s always resented but he doesn't really want to talk about that so he leans in and kisses Tony again. “So,” he murmurs, “what else are you into? Anything I might like?” he teases.

Tony pauses, running his hands up and down Peter’s sides. “Heels, something pink and sparkly,” he murmurs.

“And I thought you had a thing against all the pink I wear,” Peter says, smiling.

“Well, I knew I wasn’t going to get you to wear red so I’ll take what I can get. Assuming that’s okay,” he adds, wrinkling his nose.

Yeah, its fine. “I used to wear heels all the time. Quent didn’t like them, fell out of the habit. Lucky you,” Peter says, grinning. Tony wrinkles his nose more but Peter figures he’ll make up for mentioning his ex with finding wherever the hell he put his shoe collection.

*

“Look I’m just saying its a sin that I didn’t get to see May lose her ass on Quentin’s mother. That’s hilarious,” Tony tells him.

Peter shakes his head, “it was an entire ordeal and that’s what everyone is going to remember about their graduation for the rest of their lives and I hate that.” But no, Quiet spun some bullshit story about Peter to his parents and his mother decided to be a dick to May about it and Peter didn’t expect her to literally whip out pages of texts from Quent just to point out that her son was a lying sack of shit but boy did May let her have it and with the receipts to back it up.

“Tell your aunt I don’t know her, but I would die for her,” Carol says from the back seat.

Peter snickers and shakes his head. He’s only met Carol like three times but every time she was an absolute delight. “Yeah, I’ll let her know.”

“Also I’m mad you I had to hear from Ned that you let lose one of the best insults I’ve ever heard,” Tony says and since when does he talk to Ned?

“You and Ned talk?”

“You told Quent the you’d slap his five head out from underneath his tragic ass hair cut and you let Ned deliver the good news?” Tony asks. “I’m mad about it.”

From the back seat Carol starts laughing. “Oh my god I should use that on my ex! Yon has dumb bitch disease and I hope its terminal,” she says. Peter snorts and starts laughing while Tony sighs.

“Not to victim blame but you should have known something was wrong with him when you found out his name was Yon Rog.”

“I thought he was Swedish or something, not the human embodiment of the black plague about to invade me, simple fucking Europe. It was an honest mistake,” Carol says in her defense.

“Have you ever met a Swedish person?” Tony asks, frowning at her in the rearview mirror.

“No, but I’ve heard good things and Yon has ruined the Sweds for me,” Carol says.

“You not knowing what the hell Swedish names sound like ruined the Sweds for you,” Tony tells her, snickering.

“Oh whatever, you dated someone named ‘Sunset’ and you were surprised when she was the fucking worst. No one named like a hippie is a good person and I’ll bet twenty bucks her personality was mostly astrology,” Carol tells him, throwing a fry at him.

“Yeah, I think her personality was more inspired by Lord of the Flies but okay,” Tony says. “She wasn’t into astrology at least so there must be a saving grace.”

Peter frowns, “must be? Someone hasn’t had to have a four hour conversation about their star chart. Not to paint a lot of people with the same brush but fuck people who are into astrology. Like really into it, not the horoscope readers,” he says. Tony looks confused and Peter wishes he could relate.

From the look on Carol’s face she also wishes she could relate. “Sometimes I want to know what its like to live in a world where only people named Sunset can hurt me. How have you never run into some astrology junkie and ended up listening to several hours of- I’m calling Rhodey he knows the answer. Rhodes, explain to me how Tony has not dealt with a four hour astrology lecture that’s more painful then stepping on Lego?”

On the phone Rhodey snorts, “turns out you can avoid all that if you loudly proclaim that anyone who believes in that shit is a total idiot with an IQ so small it barely rivals that of a fruit fly then word gets around and people don’t bring it up around you,” he says.

Carol nods, “definitely trying that at the next party I go to thanks Rhodes!” she says, hanging up.

“Pretty sure that was passive aggressive,” Tony says.

“It was but its also solid life advice and I’m going to live by it, can we get McDonalds?” she asks.

“I’ve known you for like ten minutes but if anything ever happened to you I’d kill everyone in this car and then myself,” Peter tells her and Carol grins.

“You watch Brooklyn Nine Nine?” she asks excitedly. Tony looks like he’s already regretting taking Carol with him but he’s the one who decided they should bond, he can deal with the results.

*

Tony has his face pressed into Peter’s neck, scenting him softly and its sweet how needy he is but he has other concerns. “I’m pretty sure Rhodey hates me,” he murmurs, kissing the top of Tony’s head.

Tony places a small kiss on his neck, “baby, he doesn’t hate you. He’s just overprotective. He’ll thaw eventually, its not like Carol and Maria don’t like you.” Carol has decided he’s the brother she wishes she had and apparently she’d never mentioned a brother before because Tony had no idea he existed, but Maria mostly doesn’t dislike him. Its like like they’ve spent time together for either of them to have much of an opinion on the other. He goes to tell Tony this but he leans into Peter, curling one leg up around his waist as he noses at the underside of Peter’s jaw. “Didn’t you say you got some stuff?” he murmurs.

Peter lets out a huff as he grabs Tony’s wrist and shifts them both, flipping over so he’s straddling Tony. He grabs Tony’s other wrist and pins them above his head, leaning his weight into it to keep him there. Not that he wouldn’t stay there if Peter told him to, turns out he’s freakishly good at doing what he’s told for someone with such a reputation for being belligerent. “Can you not be a horn dog for like five seconds, I’m genuinely sure Rhodey hates me and I don’t know why.” Its not like he’s done anything to him, or Tony, so he doesn’t get the suspicious looks he’s getting.

“Baby, it took him like three years to approve of Pepper and the most suspicious thing about her is the fact that she’s a business major,” Tony says. “Rhodey just thinks I do a bad job taking care of myself, which is true in his defense, but in this case his worry is unnecessary,” Tony says, leaning up a little to kiss him. He has only minimal success pinned the way he is but its cute still.

“Well, I can’t say I blame him there. I’ve met like five people who majored in business and they were all the worst. Obviously they aren’t all a bunch of pricks who support treating workers like shit for a buck but I have had bad luck with them so far,” he says.

“Well, if it makes you feel better Carol says ninety percent of all STEM majors she's met are insufferable jackasses who think math is a replacement for a personality and that they mostly just insult her humanities stuff so apparently we suck too,” Tony says.

Peter snorts and starts laughing because he’s met those people too. “Pretty sure no one told them that being able to get a job in theory doesn’t make you interesting or better than anyone. Seriously though, Rhodey hates me so can we deal with that?” he asks, pouting at Tony.

Tony pouts back at him, unfazed. “Can we get back to whatever goodies I know you brought with you?” he asks.

“If I give in to you will you take my concerns seriously?” he asks, lifting an eyebrow.

“No, but only because Rhodey’s worried that you’ll like... break my heart or whatever and I know you wouldn’t do that so he has nothing to worry about and neither do you. Did you get some heels?” he asks and Peter rolls his eyes.

“God, you are impossible to deal with, I hope you know,” Peter tells him as he sits back in Tony’s lap. “Don’t move, I have plans for you.” Tony grins, clearly pleased with this turn of events as Peter climbs off the bed and walks off to Tony’s massive ass closet. Its literally the size of May’s whole apartment and now he gets why Tony thought it was small when its really not. They actually managed to find something pretty big for a good price but if Tony has grown up in houses so large his damn closet is the size of an apartment he can see why he was confused.

He’s got a pile of stuff in the corner that, yes, includes a few things he got with Tony’s card but he’s going to leave them for now. He’s tired and he’s got plans for Tony but they’re nothing particularly strenuous on his end. Tony can do all the work while he sits back and enjoys it. He grabs the pair of heels that he’d gotten just to be nice to Tony and puts them on. They look a little gaudy with the pink he’s wearing but something tells him Tony won’t care much if the red clashes with his outfit. He’s got a weird obsession with the color and Peter thought what the hell, why not entertain it a little?

He glances in the mirror Tony’s got in the closet and he has to admit they are cute, not as cute as the pink sparkly ones he got too, but cute nonetheless. He’ll wear the other ones tomorrow while Tony inevitably pouts about them not being the red ones. He gives them a final glance in the mirror and walks out, finding Tony exactly where he left him, hands still above his head too. “So good for me,” Peter tells him and Tony looks over and smiles, probably noting the obvious height difference. “Come here,” Peter tells him as he gets the the edge of the bed. Tony scrambles over fast, eager, and Peter appreciates his enthusiasm. He sits on the edge of the bed and Peter leans into him, propping himself up with one knee on the bed beside Tony.

His hand immediately falls to the heel Peter is wearing, hand curled around his ankle. “You got red,” he murmurs, looking at them too.

“Thought I’d indulge you a little,” Peter tells him. Tony lets out a soft moan and presses his face to Peter’s chest as he runs his hand over the shoe. “But I will have you know if you have a foot fetish I draw the line. Feet are weird and I don’t like them.”

Tony snorts and starts laughing, “its the shoe, not your feet. I like the way heels look. Especially on you,” he murmurs, looking up at him. Peter presses him back into the mattress and kisses him softly.

“Want to know what you’re gunna do?” he murmurs, not waiting for Tony’s affirmative to continue. He knows Tony will do what he asks. “You’re gunna go down on me, make it good too, and if you don’t get off to that you don’t get off at all. Sound good?” he murmurs in Tony’s ear.

He shivers and lets out a small moan. “Yeah, baby, I can do that,” he murmurs.

Peter nods because he knows he can, and he will, so he climbs off of Tony and onto the bed, shimmying up it until he’s comfortable. Once he is he spreads his legs and gestures for Tony to come closer. He listens of course, eagerly, and Peter runs his fingers through his hair when he’s close enough. Tony licks his lips like he’s about to get a meal out of this and that’s weirdly attractive in a way Peter doesn’t understand.

He does, however, know Tony happens to be good at this so when he starts with small, soft kisses to Peter’s thigh while one hand runs down his leg, predictably to the shoe on his foot, he lets Tony take his time. He’ll get there and when he does it’ll be good. So he lays back, letting the sensation wash over him while he runs his fingers through Tony’s think hair. God, he’s gorgeous.  Peter figures if nothing else he does know how to pick ‘em pretty, especially Tony. He lets out a small moan as Tony sucks at the soft skin on his thighs, fingers tightening in his hair a little. “Come on baby, I know you’re not much of a tease,” Peter tells him. That’s not really true at all, Tony totally is a tease if Peter lets him but he isn’t going to be at the moment.

Tony lets out a soft noise of disappointment as Peter uses his grip on Tony’s hair to guide him where he wants him but he does what Peter wants nonetheless. He moans softly as Tony takes him into his mouth slowly, sucking softly and Peter huffs. “Baby,” he tells Tony in a warning tone, moaning a little louder when Tony picks up the pace.

He sits back, letting Tony do the work while he guides his head a little, fingers curled into Tony’s hair. “That’s it,” Peter tells him, “mm, fuck you’re good at this.” He never really used to enjoy this, Quent always whined way too much to make it worth his time, but Tony has a thing about his partner’s pleasure, doesn’t seem to draw much enjoyment out of anything sex related if he isn’t sure his partner likes it too and Peter’s happy to reap the benefits of it. Tony moans softly around him and his hips jerk up a little as his fingers tighten in Tony’s hair. He lets out another soft moan so Peter pulls at his hair experimentally again, pleased when he gets the same results.

“You like that?” he asks, remembering the way he’s reacted to it before. Hmm, probably should have picked up on that sooner. Tony lets out a small noise of affirmation and Peter runs his fingers through Tony’s hair. “Next time tell me that you like it right away- oh, baby, yeah like that. Just like that,” he murmurs to Tony. Fuck Peter always forgets how much he likes this, likes the way Tony’s so damn into it. He curls a leg around Tony’s back, pressing him in a little closer and Tony moans around him loudly, causing Peter’s hips to jerk again. “Fuck, baby,” he murmurs.

One of Tony’s hands curls around his thigh while the other moves down his ass, fingers prodding at Peter’s hole and he moans. “Yeah, baby, do it,” he tells Tony, tugging at his hair a little. Tony doesn’t waste time, doesn’t need to because Peter can feel that he’s slick, and presses two fingers in. His back arches and the hand in Tony’s hair curls tight while the other hand grips the sheets hard. “Come on, baby, give it to me,” Peter tells him, “m’close.”

Tony whines softly around him, hand flexing on his thigh and Peter throws his head back into his pillow. A thought occurs to Peter and he tugs at Tony’s hair, “wait, wait, wait,” he says as Tony lifts off of him, confused. “Here,” he murmurs, reaching up and undoing the collar around his neck before leaning forward and putting it on Tony. The way his mouth drops open and his eyes go glassy tells Peter all he needs to know. He reaches down and cups himself through his jeans, face pressed into Peter’s thigh as he moans.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?” Peter asks. Tony whines at him about it, giving him something of a desperate look but Peter grabs his chin. “Get back to getting me off, and if you cum in the meantime fine, but this is me time so get your hands off yourself,” he tells Tony.

He shivers and shifts himself a little, taking Peter back into his mouth and Peter moans. He can still see the collar on Tony’s neck, the rose gold standing out a little more against his tanned skin than Peter’s and fuck that is hot. That was another thing he never really got about alphas but maybe there’s something to it, something he’d never gotten before because he was the one expected to wear the collar. Tony clearly doesn’t mind given that he’s throwing himself enthusiastically into it.

“There you go baby, you like that?” Peter murmurs, hand slipping down through Tony’s hair to the collar, fingers brushing over it. “Like feeling like you belong to me?” he asks. Tony lets out a soft whine, rutting against the bed at Peter’s words. “You look so hot like this, my collar around your neck. Should get you one of your own,” he murmurs like he hadn’t already. Came with matching cuffs too and the mental image has him biting his lip to hold back. He can’t fucking wait to see Tony in them.

Tony tries his best to nod, not that he does a good job of it and that mostly encourages Peter’s mental images of Tony tied up, wrists above his head with the frilly collar around his neck begging Peter to touch him, do anything he wants to him. His fingers tighten in Tony’s hair as he toys with the collar around Tony’s neck. He lets out a soft keening noise, fingers tightening around Peter’s thigh in response. “Yeah, you want that baby? Wear my pretty collar in bed while I fuck you?” he says. Tony moans loudly, grip becoming almost tight enough to hurt. “Wanna fuck you too, see how pretty you look-” Peter starts but his words falter as he moans, “wanna see how- fuck, Tony,” he says, trying and failing to finish his sentence. “Baby I’m gunna cum, gunna- oh!” he says, hips jerking up involuntarily and Tony fucking takes it too. “Fuck yeah, baby, milk me through it,” he tells Tony, grip on his hair tight as Tony keep sucking him. “So good,” he tells Tony, “so fucking good.”

When Tony pulls off he’s spent, laying there like the sack of jelly he feels like, satiated. Tony plods off and comes back with a wash cloth and cleans him up some. Peter shivers at the touch but says nothing until Tony comes back empty handed and curls up next to him. He wraps an arm around Tony as he presses his face into Peter’s neck, scenting him. “Want you to fuck me using your slick,” Tony says like that’s just something you say. He tenses for a moment when Peter doesn’t respond right away but when Peter tilts his head up to force Tony to look at him the tension fades from his frame.

“Yes, baby. And I already got a collar, by the way. Thought you’d look hot in it. We’ll go through the stuff tomorrow,” he tells Tony. He shivers in anticipation and curls back into Peter’s side.

“Okay,” he murmurs.

They lay like that for a couple more minutes before a thought occurs to Peter. “Did you cum?” he asks, curious more than anything.

Tony snorts, “baby, I came as soon as said I belonged to you.” Well, there’s some knowledge he’ll use on a later date.

*

Tony and Carol are having it out over the last banana when Rhodey appears in the kitchen looking grumpy. Peter figures he’s not a morning person and he can’t say he blames the guy there. But he does stop dead in his tracks when he sees Tony. “Someone care to explain to me why Tony is wearing Peter’s collar?” he says in a tone that doesn’t exactly imply anything good but its the nasty look that he’s giving Peter, like he’s somehow forced Tony into it or something, that leaves him nervous.

“Oh hop off it Rhodes, Tony might have weird tastes but at least he didn’t cover being a pillow princess up with pretending to be dead,” Carol says.

“Excuse me what the fuck?” Maria asks, appearing in the kitchen and looking promptly disturbed. Rhodey rolls his eyes but gives Peter another dirty look before he makes his way to the fridge. Tony doesn’t say anything, just looks kind of shocked as he walks over to Peter. He wraps an arm around Tony’s waist and kisses him softly.

“Its fine, baby, he just didn’t expect it,” he murmurs. Not, he mentions, that Carol said anything and he knows she noticed. But he doesn't really feel the need to mention that.

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Being Human 2

Supernatural AU 

Warnings: Smut 

Link to Chapter 1

Words: 2,498

Pairings: Gabriel x Reader 

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“Well I don’t know…it would be kind of neat to see how sex feels like a human.”

You stood and turned to shut your bedroom door. Sure, Sam and Dean wouldn’t walk in on the two of you but it was the point. What if Cas decided to fly his ass home? That would be one hell of a way for him to find out that his brother was banging his friend….walk in while the two of you were fucking each other. You winced at the thought alone.

  “So, we are alone why are you closing the door? Aren’t we alone?”

  Gabriel asked as he started undoing in his shirt. He missed his grace more than ever right now. This undoing one button at a time was taking far too long. You turned to look at him.

  “Well, if Cas comes home quickly to check in on me like he does from time to time he will walk in on us. Do you want your brother finding out like that?”

  Gabriel looked up with a frown.

  “Yeah….no.”

  You smiled, pleased that Gabriel was seeing your side.

  “Exactly. We have an unspoken rule in this house. If the door is shut you don’t just walk in.”

  Gabriel smirked again.

  “Isn’t that cute. Ugh, this no grace thing really sucks. I have to actually take my clothes off by hand.”

  You raised an eyebrow.

  “Yeah, it sucks going to the bottom of the totem pole when you were at the top of the food chain before isn’t it?”

  Gabriel looked up clearly annoyed. Normally he would have made a joke back but tonight he was not in the mood. At the moment, all he wanted was to get his hands on you and be lost in the moment. 

  “You know I can leave and go somewhere else.”

  You rolled your eyes walking over to the former angel and began undoing his shirt the rest of the way.

  “Don’t get your panties in a wad. I’m only joking. Sheesh Gabriel, what happened to your sense of humor?”

  Gabriel sighed.

  “Sorry it's hard to be witty when everything that you know was taken from you.”

  You blinked a few times before taking his hands in yours. Maybe this wasn’t the best time to be fooling around after all. 

  “You look exhausted. Let’s just do this later. We don’t have to rush into something. Besides, You probably should be with someone better anyway. Let’s just get you rested up and we can figure out your next move.”

  Gabriel looked confused now. Someone better? What the fuck kind of question was that? You were amazing to Gabriel. In fact, you were the only woman that he hadn’t tried to shamelessly flirt with. You deserved better than that! Maybe that was the reason that he hadn’t bothered. Gabriel didn’t believe that he had a shot with you.

  “Someone better? What’s that supposed to mean? You are beautiful.”

  You shook your head as you changed out of your sweater and into a tank top and leggings.

  “It’s nothing... just get in bed.”

  Gabriel wanted to argue but he was too tired too. The thought of getting into your comfy looking bed and passing out seemed too appealing to pass up. Gabriel looked back over his shoulder at you. Your good mood seemed completely ruined now. He shrugged, not knowing what to do or how to handle this at the moment. That could be figured out in the morning. It wasn’t like you were going to vanish in the night or anything.

  “Well... okay.”

  He replied before laying down. You joined him a moment later turning off the bedside lamp. Neither of you anything instead you both lay in silence. Gabriel turned on his side so he was facing your back. You looked small surrounded by the down blankets and your pillow. He couldn’t help wondering what made you so suddenly upset? 

  You meanwhile, lay silently until you heard the sounds of Gabriel’s breathing. You knew the poor guy was probably all kinds of confused and in ways you were too. Why were you upset so suddenly? Was it the fact that you were literally just about jumped into bed with a man who had clearly just ended his last relationship? Maybe it was that gut-wrenching feeling that you weren’t good enough for him. He used to be an angel and an archangel at that. Why would he want someone like you? He could probably go charm some pretty girl into sleeping with him. Gabriel would get bored with you. You were a total nerd and for the most part just average. Every man got tired of the average girl.

  The next morning you woke up before Gabriel. You still felt a little moody over the night before but had come to the mental agreement that you wanted to help Gabriel out as much as possible. He deserved that. You would just keep your crush under control and mute your feelings. You had been doing it since you met Gabriel. How much harder could it be?

  You slipped out of bed and walked into the kitchen turning on the coffee pot. You were so set on coffee that you didn’t even notice Gabriel walk into the kitchen. It wasn’t until you turned and walked right into his chest.  

  “Good morning to you too.”

  He said with a smile as you blushed. God, you looked beautiful! It didn’t take Gabriel being human to realize that. He had thought that you were beautiful for so long. If he didn’t act soon, he was going to spill all of his dark secrets to you...and he didn't give a good god damn about it either.

  “I didn’t even hear you come in. Are you sure there isn’t any grace left in you? Your sneaking skills still seem beyond perfect.”

  Gabriel looked down.

  “Yeah, I’m pretty human. It doesn’t seem so bad. I think I am just being moody.”

  You turned, taking the milk out of the refrigerator.

  “You have every right to be. You know I was thinking maybe we can find a way to get you your grace back. Surely there is some angel out there that could help you. Maybe Lucifer?”

  Gabriel laughed.

  “Yeah, like I am going to ask any of my older brothers for help. Nah, I would rather sit here and be human. At least you are a better company.”

  You smiled.

  “Thank you for that but I really think we should get you fixed.”

  Gabriel nodded before turning and walking out of the room but froze in the doorway.

  “So... are you going to tell me why you got so worked up last night? Things were getting hot then you just froze up. You are going to have to help me out here. I can’t figure shit out at the moment. Is this about your brothers finding out about us or something? Because if it is I can just kick them in the shins or kneecaps.”

  You looked up before rubbing your forearm.

  “Its nothing.”

  Gabriel sighed.

  “Its something.”

  You turned to look at Gabriel with a frown.

  “Will you let it go already?”

  Gabriel shook his head.

  “Nah, I don’t do that. Is there some other guy or something!”

  Your head snapped up from the now overflowing cup of coffee.

  “Another guy? What? Gabriel, you have met my brothers, right? They would flip if I brought any man home. I am destined to be some crazy old single woman who is tending to them for the rest of my life. Besides I am not that pretty or dandy anyway!”

  Gabriel frowned and was silent for a few moments.

  “Ah, that's what the problem last night was.”

  You shook your head saying a pouting “no” as Gabriel walked over. He reached out cupping your cheek.

  “I meant it when I said that I thought you are beautiful. I thought you were beautiful before I just never said anything. I don’t have anything to lose now.”

  Gabriel reached out pulling you into his arms.

  “I wasn’t scared of your abnormally large brothers before and I’m not now. I should have told you how beautiful that you were before and made a move. I’m not saying we have to rush to jump into a relationship or whatever but I really am interested.”

  You smirked.

  “Damn, Gabriel, you are so dreamy.”

  Gabriel smirked tilting his head to the side with a smirk.

  “I try.”

  Gabriel didn’t need any more encouragement to kiss you at this point. He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You sighed happily against his mouth as Gabriel moved to deepen the kiss. Gabriel reached down pulling you into his arms and carrying you back to her bedroom. 

  Dropping you back on the bed, Gabriel crawled on top of you to go back to kissing when a photo stopped him dead in his tracks.

  “Uh who’s that?”

  You looked up following Gabriel’s eyes to Adam’s photo on your bedside table.

  “That’s my twin Adam.”

  Gabriel winced.

  “That’s Adam like the Adam?”

  You nodded as Gabriel got off of you so you could sit up.

  “Yep…that’s that Adam. You didn’t know that did you? That Adam and I were twins?”

  Gabriel shook his head.

  “Not really. You gotta remember, sugar, I kind of avoid whatever Michael does with whatever I can. There was also the fact that I didn’t go really prowling into your family business. Besides you use the name Winchester. How did that work out?”

  You sighed, snuggling against Gabriel’s side.

  “Well, I didn’t meet my father until I was 12. Save you a long boring yawn-worthy story I decided to go live with my dad and wanted to take his name. Adam never did. When I met Sam and Dean I wanted to be with them. Adam never really forgave me for it either. He and my mother died after being attacked by ghouls. I never really got a chance to make up with him either.”

  You focused your attention on Gabriel’s hand that was resting on his stomach. You didn’t want to move your eyes too much due to the fear that you would cry. Gabriel’s free hand that was wrapped around yours gently stroked through her your blonde hair.

  “Brothers are hard. I know that is a complete understatement. I’m sure deep down Adam understood.”

  Gabriel said tenderly. You nodded.

  “I think mine are easier than yours are.”

  Gabriel laughed at that.

  “I agree. My brothers were ridiculous! Again another understatement about brothers.”

  You smirked before climbing on top of Gabriel. His golden eyes widened as he rocked his hips into your body.

  “Can we forget our crazy families and worry about what is going on downstairs? I don’t think I have ever felt this turned on in my life. This erection is killing me!”

  You smirked.

  “I did promise you a destressing session.”

  Gabriel gave you an eyebrow wiggle.

  “So ...after this…that whole being exclusive thing ...I want in on that.”

  You didn’t smile or react for a moment. Was this Gabriel talking or was the blood supply that was flowing to his dick making him talk without thinking?

  “You want to jump into another relationship already?”

  Gabriel shrugged.

  “I do have a fancy for a certain Winchester girl.”

  You bit your lip realizing that you would have to tell Sam and Dean all about this. They would be livid but at the same time, you didn’t care. You could hear Dean right now.

  “Damn it,  Y/n you have this fascination with falling in love with things you start taking care of! He doesn’t need you! He’s just a horny mess.”

  So what if you had a tendency to want to take care of things and maybe you were falling for this once ex archangel a little too quickly? It was your choice, wasn’t it?

  “We can see how it goes.”

  Gabriel looked pleased as he flipped you over and  crammed his body against yours for another kiss.

  “I want you”

  You whispered as his hands stroked through your hair. You could see the lust clear as light in his golden eyes.

  “Have you done this before?”

  You shook your head. Gabriel looked down at you for a moment before eagerly tugging at your clothes.

.

“I’ve wanted this so long”

  He said tenderly pulling his shirt over his head before getting his jeans off. You snuck a few glances at him happy with what you saw. 

  “Sit up a moment baby”

  He said tenderly before undoing your bra. You moaned as he quickly pulled you on his lap taking one of your breasts into his mouth. Would it have been possible to come apart without being touched? You were beginning to believe so.

  Laying you back, Gabriel began to kiss you again. He let one hand caress your bottom and the other arm to hold you to him. You slowly pulled away from his kiss to attack his neck with kisses. 

  “Y/n, you're a tease.”

  He moaned and slid one hand down to your thigh. You took a deep breath as Gabriel’s hand traced over your folds. This was going to be both torture and extremity satisfying all at once. You whimpered. 

  “It’s alright. Just relax but will feel good quickly.”

  Gabriel was right. Soon enough you were tightening around his fingers crying his name. You whimpered becoming more obvious to Gabriel rocking his hips against you. He was rock hard and this had to be torture to him. A nice torture though…

  “I’m ready now”

  You whispered. His golden eyes rolled up to yours. 

  “Not yet”

  Gabriel replied before lying you back and spread your legs. Your eyes met again before he lowered himself between your parted legs. 

  “What are you doing?”

  You asked nervously. 

  “Relax.”

  His voice was sharp and commanding as he lowered his mouth to you and gave a tentative lick. You whimpered as he began his assault. Never had you planned this but he knew exactly what to do with his tongue and lips. 

  “Gabriel, please. I am really ready.”

  You pleaded as you gently tugged on his hair. His eyes rolled up to yours as he lifted up guiding himself to your opening. He didn’t even bother worrying about protection. It didn’t cross his mind until he was halfway in.

  “So dumb question….uh are you taking birth control or anything? I don’t think I really want any children. I don’t think I have been human enough for those urges yet.”

  You laughed.

  “Yes, I take birth control.”

  “Good, you’re all mine now…” 

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and here i am, there you go again (again)

goSH and here we are at chapter 3 of drama club AU! part 1 and part 2 are linked as follows!! i just wanna thank you all again for loving drama club AU and any feedback/thoughts/questions are very much appreciated and craved!! warning there might be a Cliffhanger in this chapter (depending on what you consider a cliffhanger)

JAKE’S COUCH, 1504 HOURS, JAKE AND AMY’S SECRET KISSING PRACTICE SESSION (2)

“Okay, so I’ve locked my room to make sure we don’t go in there,” Jake declares, with an air of pride that makes it seem like he just did something world-changing, ground-breaking, kick-you-in-the-crotch fantastic, when all he did was turn a key.

“Is there really a need for that?” Amy asks as she settles down on the couch with a noticeably larger bag of homework. “We’ve already agreed on not going inside, it’ll be fine.”

Jake tuts at Amy disapprovingly. “Oh, Amy, Amy, Amy. Don’t you know that if you tempt temptation, temptation will tempt you?”

“What-” Amy scoffs, because Jake is the most ridiculous person in the whole wide world. “That makes no sense!”

“Neither do most fancy quotes! Anyway, locking the door to my room is the first precaution we’re taking, case closed, Jake also closed.”

Amy wants to debate the logic behind his words, but chooses to inhale as deeply as she possibly can instead, because arguing with Jake is like bringing a toy knife to a gunfight– something one shouldn’t even begin to consider doing.

“Okay, Jake. Thank you for locking your door. As for me, I brought more home-”

“Boooooooooo!” Jake jeers, proceeding to stick his tongue out and point his thumbs down.

She rolls her eyes. “Okay, asshole. How’s locking the door so much better than bringing more homework? Doing homework can help distract us from… whatever happened last time.”

Jake rolls out a dry chuckle, getting Amy to look up at him. “Seriously, you almost yelled it during rehearsal yesterday, but now that we’re alone and there’s literally no consequences if we say it out loud, you call it ‘whatever happened last time’?”

Amy coughs, choking on her pulsating awkwardness. “Yes, because I wasn’t thinking straight yesterday. I’m fine now, so I’m not saying it.”

“What’s wrong? If you’re 'fine’, then why won’t you say what we almost did?” An impossibly wide smile spreads across Jake’s face, and it’s like he gets a kick out of teasing Amy. Oh wait- he does get a kick, a huge kick at that, out of teasing Amy. Never mind.

Amy’s face is red now, and it’s completely Jake’s fault, but he refuses to move on and instead just enjoys the situation.

“So, I think that-”

“Amy, you’re avoiding the question! Do you not know what we 'almost did’? Do I have to-”

“Oh for god’s sake we had sex, okay?! Wait, crap! No, we almost had sex, we didn’t actually have sex, we just kissed and it got… heavy.”

Jake exhales, almost impressed by what just happened. But mostly, he has no idea how to respond to that. Amy’s flustered, very very flustered, as is Jake, and he feels bad for being a jerk.

“Okay, I took it too far, I’m sorry. I’m going to pretend that never happened. So… about the extra homework you brought?”

Amy jumps at the chance to change the subject. “Yes! I brought more homework because no matter what I’ll always prioritize homework over kiss-”

“Yeah, but you and I both know that homework’s only able to distract you.”

“True, but isn’t that enough?”

Jake shrugs. “Maybe, but- in case that doesn’t work because you can’t resist me–” he reaches somewhere behind him on the couch, pulling out a DVD–“I have Die Hard! If things get too hot n’ heavy, we’ll just pop in the best cop movie ever and get too distracted by its awesomeness to even remember that we exist.”

Amy huffs indignantly, because he’s got to be joking. “Okay, firstly- what makes you think that I’m the one who won’t be able to resist you and not the other way around?”

Jake stops her immediately. “Amy, if you’re about to try and seduce me because you have a crazy need to prove yourself all the time- please don’t. I’m an eighteen year old boy who likes girls. You’re a girl, and as much as I’d hate to say this a super hot one, okay? Unseducing me is the real challenge here.”

Amy finds her lungs stiff and frozen, and she’s so strangely affected by Jake’s… compliment. He’s all grins and light jabs, his casual tone making his words seem like nothing, but they don’t feel like nothing.

A memory from their first encounter at Jake’s house strikes the forefront of Amy’s mind, allowing her to realize just why she’s so affected by Jake’s words-

It’s because he’s said them before.

“Fuck, you’re so hot…”

She remembers it now, his warm breath against her skin, his fingers usually clumsy but ridiculously skillful when pressed against her. Burning desire burgeoning everywhere he touched her, licked her, bit her… His words started a wildfire in her; she had never felt that wanted… that needed…

To think the same person who rendered her saneness mute then is the very same Pain In Her Ass that happily teases her at every given moment now.

Except Jake’s not smiling anymore because she’s been silent for too long. He now looks apologetic, like he’s taken things too far again, and Amy doesn’t want him thinking he’s done something wrong so she pulls herself together and speaks.

“Fine. Secondly- I know you’re super obsessed with Die Hard, but it is so not the best cop movie.”

And thus begins the biggest showdown of all showdowns to ever happen in Jake Peralta’s home. They argue for minutes, with passion and fury, over something that does not matter in the slightest.

JAKE’S COUCH, 1516 HOURS, ARGUING OVER DIE HARD AND WHETHER ITS REALLY THE BEST COP MOVIE

“You know what?” Jake spits, voice haughty and petty. “I’m willing to go so far as to say that Die Hard isn’t just the best cop movie of all time, it’s also the best Christmas movie of all time!”

Amy gasps, long and sharp, her eyes stretching wide open. “Don’t you dare!”

“Yeah!” He looks up at the ceiling, pointing angrily at the faceless behemoth beyond it. “you heard me It’s A Wonderful Life! Die Hard is the best Christmas movie of all time!”

Amy grabs Jake’s outstretched arm, placing it back down at his side in protest. He has surprisingly firm biceps, but Amy tries not to think about it. She has to prove that Die Hard sucks.

But also, why would Jake wear so much plaid and cover up his arms all the time if they were, y'know, arms Amy probably won’t mind seeing bare instead of clothed?

“Y-You, can’t just say Die Hard’s the best movie of all time! Where’s your proof? What’s your argument supporting that Die Hard’s the best cop movie at all?”

“What’s not to love about it? Dope one-liners, badassery, John McClane single-handedly saving the day? The best villain of all time?”

“It’s unrealistic- the fights he gets into during the movie and the following sequels should’ve killed him several times over. Also, single-handedly saving the day isn’t what being a cop is about!”

“Yes it is!”

They go on for ages, at length, and words are traded back and forth with an intensity that would bring a stenographer to tears.

The only problem for Jake is- Amy seems to be winning.

It’s not because she’s right about Die Hard not being the best cop movie (and Christmas movie) of all time, and it’s not like Jake believes for a second that Die Hard isn’t the greatest film to ever grace movie theaters across the globe.

She’s just so systematic and organized and logical in her arguments, whilst Jake is emotion and loyalty and unconditional love (for Die Hard). It makes him more easily worked up, whilst Amy stays much calmer in comparison.

He knows, that if she keeps this up, he’s going to find himself tongue-tied eventually during the argument, and as per all argument rules, not being able to say anything means that you can’t find anything to refute your opponent’s point, meaning that they have won.

And no way in hell is Jake losing a fight over Die Hard being the best cop movie ever.

The moment where Jake has nothing to say comes sooner rather than later.

“-plus, Die Hard is really weird about feet! What’s with all the making fists with toes, and glass getting stuck in feet, and just all the foot stuff in general? Why was he barefoot so much?”

“I uh- he- no! Just-”

Amy’s lips turn up in a beam that lights up her face, and it sets off sirens in Jake’s head.

No, this can’t be it, he can’t lose this argument- he has to find a way…

JAKE’S COUCH, 1549 HOURS, HE FINDS A WAY

Just as Amy’s about to triumphantly rub her supposed victory in his face, Jake slams forth with a silencing kiss to Amy’s lips.

The momentum has Amy getting pushed down by Jake on the couch, the decade-old leather pressing against her back as she completely loses herself.

She’s taken by surprise (honestly, even Jake feels surprised by his own actions), but this surprise takes a little while to register.

Before that, Amy melts against Jake, his lips a comforting and addictive drug she willingly indulges in. They’re making out on Jake’s couch like two horny teenagers- oh wait. They are two horny teenagers.

Two horny teenagers- that said they weren’t going to do something like this again!

Upon this realization, Amy pushes Jake off of her and proceeds to shove him hard, her strength causing him to sit back up, before falling against the other side of the couch himself.

“Jake!” Her voice is pitched and strangled, disbelieving of what Jake’s done (and what she’s given into). Jake, on the other hand, just props himself back up and smirks at her.

“What?” He asks, innocuously, innocently, but it’s all obviously a facade.

“Why’d you kiss me?”

Jake takes her hand in his, and gives her a look that numbs her all over. “Would you believe me… if I said it was because I’m deeply in love with you?”

Amy almost considers this for a second, but a deeper look in his eyes reveals that he’s just messing around, of course. She pushes his hand away in annoyance.

“Cut it out,” she rolls her eyes, and Jake’s chuckling.

“I couldn’t let you win an argument about Die-”

“That’s why you kissed me?!” Amy exclaims, and that’s when it dawns on her that of course that’s why Jake kissed her, the fact that she didn’t draw that connection immediately speaks volumes of how lost she was in his lips.

JAKE’S COUCH, 1558 HOURS, JAKE AND AMY’S KISSING PRACTICE SESSION (2.5)

Amy spends at least five minutes lecturing Jake on why kissing her to shut her up was wrong, and how stuff like that was what they have been trying to prevent, trying to avoid during their kissing practices.

“-yeah, don’t worry about me pulling something like that anytime soon,” Jake remarks with an almost tired stretch. “Getting nagged at is a real mood killer.”

His words strangely hurt Amy, and she’s stunned for a beat, like a boulder’s just dropped down on her chest, and a lump sits in her throat.

Except- shouldn’t his words make her happy instead of disappointed?

“Good,” she deflects, clearing her throat. “Ready to kiss like professionals now?”

“Yeah, lay it on me.”

She leans in slow and steady, their kiss much more tame than the crazy lip locking that went down previously. No one is making inappropriate sounds, no one is touching where they shouldn’t be touching, and it’s nice.

Of course, it probably shouldn’t feel nice, but Amy can’t help what pleasures she feels.

She hums a little as Jake’s lips leave her lips and trail to her jaw, failing to withhold a moan when he makes his way to her neck.

Wait, what?

Her eyes fly open, and she pushes Jake off of her once more.

“What the hell are you doing?!” She demands, and Jake wipes his mouth almost slyly, a move that gets her heart pounding again.

“Kissing you like a professional?” He attempts sheepishly, and Amy huffs.

“Your lips were on my neck, Jake.”

“You sure seemed to like it,” he mumbles under his breath, eyes flicking away.

She smacks him on the shoulder.

“You said I had killed the mood, Jake! Our kissing is supposed to be lips on lips only.”

“Fine!” He explodes. “I lied, okay? You lecturing me for five minutes was probably the hottest moment of my life.”

“What?!” She’s almost happy, but really, she’s more bewildered than anything. “Wow, eighteen year old boys are easily seduced.”

“Uh, I think it’s less of that and more of me having an authority kink-”

“WHAT?!” Her eyes are wide now, and panic mirrors in Jake’s eyes.

“WHAT? NOTHING!” He exhales harshly. “Not the right time or person to be discussing my kinks.”

“JAKE, SERIOUSLY-”

“NO MORE YELLING IT’S CONFUSING ME SEXUALLY!”

Amy completely gives up.

“You know what? Let’s… let’s just watch Die Hard.”

Jake lights up. “Really? Yes!”

JAKE’S FRONT DOOR, 1844 HOURS, AMY LEAVING

“Sorry you didn’t get to do your homework,” Jake apologizes with a look that is not apologetic in the slightest.

“It’s okay, I’m doing it when I get home,” she replies, checking her bag to make sure she’s left nothing behind.

“Good, glad I showed you that Die Hard’s more important than homework.”

She scowls at him. “Die Hard’s not more important than homework- and I’m bringing Training Day over next time.”

Jake chuckles light-heartedly. “Fair enough.”

“You should do your homework too, Jake.”

He shakes his head. “Nah, that last time was a one time thing. I’m a bad boy at heart, Ames,” he winks.

She steps closer to him now, grabbing him by the neck and speaking into his ear. “Be a good boy- and go do your homework Jake, or I’ll punish you,” she commands, in her best 'authority’ voice, before pulling away.

The arousal on his face is very obvious, and it’s almost laughable. He really does have an authoritarian kink.

“That’s like… so fucking unfair,” he curses, his eyes never leaving Amy’s. She’s nearly mesmerized by the attention.

“I know,” she says, so confidently it nearly scares her, and to her own shock she winks at him.

He gulps, hands reaching for her but she backs away quickly.

“Amy,” he appeals. “Come here please.”

She shakes her head. “No.”

He walks back into her space. “I’ll be good,” he promises, stepping even closer. “I’ll do all my homework.”

He shuts his eyes and leans in, but Amy ducks and he winds up with a waft of her hair instead. Admittedly, that’s not so bad since her hair smells of cream and strawberries.

“Sorry Jake, but kisses are only for good boys who’ve already done their homework.”

She walks away into the night, feeling bizarre but strangely powerful, leaving Jake standing there in a daze as he watches her disappear behind a corner.

BROOKLYN ACADEMY HIGH SCHOOL, 1323 HOURS, GLOBAL STUDIES CLASS

“Alright everyone, please hand in your essays as I come around,” their teacher instructs during the first few minutes of the lesson.

Everyone gasps in shock when they see Jake reach for his bag, pulling out a complete essay.

Even their teacher is shocked.

“Jake,” Gina rasps, not believing what’s unfolding before her eyes. “You did the homework?”

“This is gross,” Rosa remarks, crossing her arms. “I can’t watch.”

Jake rolls his eyes, avoiding Amy’s look of awe as they both submit their essays.

“I can’t believe you actually did the homework,” Amy murmurs, which gets Jake’s attention. His face, previously twisted in a scowl, now relaxes in a wistful gaze.

“Someone did say I’d get punished if I didn’t do it,” he gently reminds, which gets Amy blushing rather hard. She still can’t believe what she did, and she can’t believe it actually worked. “By the way, I expect a reward for all this.”

Amy raises her eyebrows skeptically. “A reward for doing something that’s originally your responsibility? I don’t think so.”

His breath catches, then he exhales almost longingly. “You’re killing me, Ames.”

She ignores him, in favor of starting on an assignment they’ve just been given. In his frustration, Jake starts doing the work too.

JAKE’S HOUSE, 1501 HOURS, JAKE AND AMY’S SECRET KISSING PRACTICE SESSION (3)

“Wow, no homework today?” Jake remarks as he opens the door for Amy, who walks past him empty handed and heads straight for his couch.

“Well, since I never ended up doing any of it last time, figured I’d save myself the trouble.”

“Aww, didn’t know my lips were so distracting,” he slurs. “No script too?”

Amy rolls her eyes as she leans her head back. “Please, don’t flatter yourself. And I don’t think we should read lines when we practice kissing anymore.”

“Right,” Jake agrees, remembering what happened the last time they decided to read lines. “Good precaution.”

“I think,” Amy continues. “We should focus on making this kiss more appropriate for a school play, remember? Our original plan?”

Jake rumbles with low laughter. “Oh yeah- making our kiss unsexy.”

“Mmhmm.”

“How do we go about doing that?”

Amy shrugs first. “Um, maybe-” she pauses. “We could kiss like we’d usually do, naturally, and then we work out what’s wrong with it.”

“Oh yeah, that’s great,” he drags out the word, twisting its meaning, his tongue-in-cheek smile making his words seem a lie. Like he can’t wait for this next new plan to go wrong.

“Stop smiling,” she scolds, but he doesn’t listen.

“What? My face is always like this.”

He’s right, Amy supposes. More often than not, Jake Peralta’s smiling, displaying those classic grins and smirks of his.

“It’s annoying,” she insists, but Jake’s smile doesn’t falter. It’s as if he understands her tension, feels it but does not show it himself.

“Maybe you should kiss it off then,” he suggests, and Amy pulls him in roughly in response.

He doesn’t hold back at all, as if he’s trying to make as many 'mistakes’ as possible for them to correct in later kisses. Amy isn’t much better, adrenaline pumping through her veins as she takes what she wants from Jake.

They waste a lot of time on their trial kiss, and when Amy’s had enough (meaning her sense finally outweighs her desire), she pushes Jake away. His eyes never leave hers, and it makes Amy want to pull him back in again.

God, she’s been single for too long.

“How was that?” Jake asks, and it cracks both of them up, because they both know that kiss was horrible (in the best way).

“Uh, I think we need to, firstly,” Amy pants, and it makes Jake titter in amusement.

“I think we need to, firstly, catch our breath,” he mimics, annoying Amy but simultaneously making her smile.

“I’m good,” she remarks after some time has passed. “I think we need to work on distance.”

“And that means…”

“We’re too close to each other when we kiss. And that’s a problem we should work on.”

“Okay,” Jake nods. “So what’s too close?” He pulls her in, placing her two inches from him in a comical manner. “This?”

“Yes,” she heaves, before pushing him away.

“Okay,” Jake gets off the couch and moves ten feet away from Amy. “This far enough?”

“Unless we have elastic lips, that’s too far- come back!”

Jake laughs to himself about 'elastic lips’, rushing back only when Amy gestures for him to hurry. “Man, you’re clingy.”

“Can it,” she warns, and it doesn’t affect Jake in the slightest.

“Okay,” he positions himself a comfortable distance away from Amy on the couch, holding her a forearm’s length away. “This good?”

“Yes,” she validates.

“So can we kiss again?”

They lean in, and although it’s less violent and messy this time, it still feels too…

“Too sexy?” Jake checks as he pulls away this time. “Or just right?”

“Too… inappropriate.”

“Okay, so what’s wrong this time?”

Amy shrugs. “Maybe you should try not touching me,” Jake frowns at this, “and let’s limit the kiss to about five seconds this time. I think time’s a contributing factor too.”

“Cool,” Jake accepts, not very coolly, and leans forth (not touching this time) again. He raises his hand up high, obediently counting down the five seconds of the kiss.

“God, I hate that,” he grimaces as he pulls away, and Amy’s inclined to agree, but he crashes back into her before she can so much as form a thought.

He holds her now, in ways he knows he shouldn’t. They kiss, in ways they know they shouldn’t. The kiss goes on, and it goes on, and their little five-second-rule flies out the window.

They lose themselves again, for a little while, and when they pull apart Jake’s face is no longer tight with scowl. He’s practically glowing now.

“That’ll get the crowd cheering,” he points out cheekily, while Amy breathes deeply.

“And parents suing, Jake.”

JAKE’S COUCH, 1617 HOURS, JAKE AND AMY’S SECRET KISSING PRACTICE SESSION (3.5)

Several kisses later, Jake and Amy identify a key problem in their kissing.

“Oh god,” Amy realizes, getting Jake raising his brows in interest. “We’ve been using too much tongue.”

He cracks up, starts cackling immediately, as Amy continues on with her revelations.

“We shouldn’t have been using tongue at all!”

“And who’s fault is that?” Jake simpers smugly. “All I’ve been doing is letting you in like a gentleman every time you push your naughty little tongue between my lips.”

Amy’s face burns from embarrassment, but she can’t let him do her in like this.

“Jake, come on.”

He’s just as at fault for this as she is, and he knows it, cracking under her pressurizing looks.

“Fine! It’s both of us. But tongue is fun!”

Amy sighs patronizingly. “I know, Jake, but this isn’t about fun.”

“Oh, it isn’t?” He teases, and Amy exhales soundlessly.

“Come on, let’s try it without tongue.”

Jake goes along with this, but turns out he’s perfectly capable of making a kiss sexy, dirty, sinful, and even offensive without tongue all the same. A whine escapes her throat as he pulls and sucks, her lip between his teeth. He’s touching her again, and every little action only makes things worse and worse.

They pull apart and Jake looks almost proud of himself. “Did I do good?”

“No,” Amy clenches her teeth as he licks his lips tantalizingly. “That was very bad.”

“Okay, fine,” Jake relents, pulling Amy in at a respectable distance, kissing her gently and only ever moving slightly, before pulling apart again. “That good?”

Amy clears her throat. “Be-better…”

“So… I think it’s safe to say we’ve made progress,” he remarks, and Amy nods. “And that means we’ve done a good job today, right?”

“I suppose,” Amy trails, and that gets Jake humming in satisfaction.

She’s shocked at his next move- which, put simply, ends with her on his lap.

“Jake,” her voice tightens, “what are you doing?”

“All work and no play makes Jake a dull boy,” he explains, whispering into her ear. It makes her shiver, which she supposes is his intended reaction. “Play with me, Ames.”

She has little idea what he means, but that doesn’t stop a chill from tingling her spine, a tingle that refuses to die down as it spreads throughout her.

“Jake,” her breath rasps as he touches her again, his lips doing things to her neck that she can’t describe because her eyes shut from the sensations. “Wha- why?”

“’Cuz of yesterday,” he answers, and Amy flushes from the memory, the memory of her pulling him in, denying him of what he asked. “You ran away.”

“I didn’t run,” she argues. “Power walking is not running.”

He dips her back down on the couch now, and her breath hitches.

“Felt like you were running away from me,” he insists, “no more running now.”

“Why not?” She asks, almost feeling stupid because she feels her resolve drain away with each passing second.

“I wanted you, and I still want you now,” he says plainly, “let me have you? Just for a little while?”

He then slows down. “You can stop me, you know. Just say the word and I’ll back off.”

But she stays silent. It makes him smile, she feels his lips curling against her skin.

He indulges in her kiss again, but then Amy feels something missing that she wants.

A second later, she’s flipped their positions and he regards her cheekily as she straddles his hips.

“Just to be clear,” she clarifies. “It’s not you having me, it’s me having you.”

His eyes glaze over with something dark at that, and she relishes in the fact that it’s because of her.

“I’m all yours,” he says, and Amy dives in.

They get very caught up in kissing (yes, that’s the unspoken rule between them, it must only be just kissing), so caught up, that neither of them notice the sound of a key turning, unlocking Jake’s front door.

For once, Karen’s back home early.

“Jake?” She calls as she enters the room, getting shocked at the scene she walks in on.

Her son, is lying on their couch with his leg thrown over the waist of a girl on top of him. They are engaged in a very heavy make-out session, and neither of them see her as their eyes are shut.

She shrieks, which alerts Jake and Amy of her presence and they split apart instantly, looking like they’ve just been issued death sentences.

“Oh god,” Jake panics, and gets off the couch, rushing to his mother’s side. “Mom, I can explain.”

Amy, on the other hand, stiffens, unsure whether to flee or stay put and face the music. What if Jake’s mother, who she fondly remembers praising her acting over the years after school performances, calls her parents and she gets into trouble? What if she no longer thinks highly of her, the demon who was just making out with her son on their couch?

Karen’s reaction takes a turn that neither of the two expect.

“Oh Jake,” she embraces her son tightly. “You finally asked out that girl Amy you’ve been crushing on forever!”

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Being Human 2

A/n: smut 

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Link to Chapter 1

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Andi sighed, snuggling against Gabriel’s side.

“Well I didn’t meet my father until I was 12. Save you a long boring yawn worthy story I decided to go live with my dad and wanted to take his name. Adam never did. When I met Sam and Dean I wanted to be with them. Adam never really forgave me for it either. He and my mother died after being attacked by ghouls. I never really got a chance to make up with him either.”

Andi focused her attention on Gabriel’s hand that was resting on his stomach. She didn’t want to move her eyes too much due to the fear that she would cry. Gabriel’s free hand that was wrapped around her gently stroked through her dark blonde hair.

“Brothers are hard. I know that is a complete understatement. I’m sure deep down Adam understood.”

Gabriel said tenderly. Andi nodded.

“I think mine are easier than yous are.”

Gabriel laughed at that.

“I agree. My brothers were ridiculous! Again another understatement about brothers.”

Andi smirked as she climbed on top of Gabriel. His golden eyes widened as he rocked his hips into Andi’s body.

“Can we forget our crazy families and worry about what is going on downstairs? I don’t think I have ever felt his turned on in my life. This erection that I have is killing me!”

Andi smirked.

“I did promise you a destressing session.”

Gabriel gave her an eyebrow wiggle.

“So….after this…that whole being exclusive thing….I want in on that.”

Andi smiled.

“You want to jump into another relationship already?”

Gabriel shrugged.

“I do have a fancy for a certain Winchester girl.”

Andi bit her lip realizing that she would have to tell Sam and Dean all about this. She knew they would be livid but at the same time she didn’t care. Andi could hear Dean right now.

“Damn it Andi you have this fascination with falling in love with things you start taking care of! He doesn’t need you! He’s just a horny mess.”

So what if she had a tendency to want to take care of things and maybe she was falling for this once ex archangel a little too quickly? It was her choice wasn’t it?

“We can see how it goes.”

Gabriel looked pleased as he flipped her over cramming his body against hers for another kiss.

“I want you”

She whispered as his hands stroked her hair. Andi could see the lust clear as light in his golden eyes.

“Have you done this before?”

Andi shook her head. Gabriel looked down at her for a moment before eagerly starting to undress her.

“I’ve wanted this so long”

He said tenderly pulling his shirt over his head before getting his jeans off and getting into bed naked beside her. Andi snuck glances at him happy with what she saw. His body looked as amazing as she could have hoped. 

“Sit up a moment baby”

He said tenderly before undoing her bra. Andi moaned as he quickly pulled her on his lap taking one of her breasts into his mouth. Laying her back he began to kiss her again letting one hand caress her bottom and the other arm holding her to him. Andi slowly pulled away from his kiss to attack his neck with kisses. 

“Yes baby”

He moaned moving one hand down to gently finger her. Andi whimpered. 

“It’s all right. I need to stretch you. Just relax but will feel good quick.”

Gabriel was right. Soon enough she was tightening around his finger crying his name. Andi whimpered becoming more obvious to Gabriel rocking his hips against her. He was rock hard and this had to be torture to him. A nice torture though. 

“I’m ready now”

She whispered. His golden eyes rolled up to hers. 

“Not yet”

He whispered before lying her on her back and spreading her legs. Their eyes met again before he lowered himself between her legs. 

“What are you doing?”

Gabriel asked nervously. 

“Relax.”

His voice was sharp and commanding as he lowered his mouth to her and gave a tentative lick. Andi whimpered as he began his assault. She had never planned his but he knew exactly what to do with his tongue and lips. 

“Gabriel please. I am really ready.”

She whispered pleading as she gently tugged on his hair. His eyes rolled up to hers as he lifted up guiding himself to her opening. He didn’t even bother worrying about protection. It didn’t cross his mind until he was halfway in.

“So dumb question….uh are you taking birth control or anything? I don’t think I really want any children.. I don’t think I have been human enough for those urges yet.”

Andi laughed.

“Yes I take birth control.”

Gabriel looked pleased as he began to push back in. Her body automatically tensed at the intrusion. 

“It’s okay. Look at me. Relax baby”

He kept his voice clam although he wanted nothing more than to slam in and make love to her hard. When she quit tensing he pushed in fully. Andi cried out as the pain went through her. Gabriel leaned down kissing her. 

“It’s over baby. You did great. I’m going to make love to you now”

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