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hvseung · 4 months ago

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unspoken truths - (p. sh)

pairing: skater!sunghoon x skater!reader (f)

genre: childhood friends who grew apart, ewb??

warnings: explicit smut, angst (just a tad), profanity, oral (m recieving), rough sex, cum eating, minor mouth play, fingering, degrading, unprotected sex🫣, minors DNI !

wc: 10.4k

🎵 now playing: love my harder by ariana grande

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The cold air inside the ice rink felt refreshing, a stark contrast to the sticky heat of the summer sun just outside the doors. The crisp clack of metal against ice echoes through the rink, polished blades gleaming with the promise of precision and grace. Today was another day of practice, another opportunity to perfect this routine and another chance to prove yourself. It was early, just after dawn, and the rink was almost empty. Almost.

Gliding effortlessly across the ice, Sunghoon was already practicing. His movements were fluid, each glide and turn a seamless display of expertise. They’re flawless, but there’s a certain detached precision to them. He didn’t seem to notice you at first, too focused on his routine, his breath measured, and his eyes fixed on some invisible point ahead. You tightened your grip on your skates and walked to the benches, trying to ignore the knot of tension that always formed in your stomach when Sunghoon was around. You hated Sunghoon, and Sunghoon hated you.

Sunghoon, with his effortless charm and silver-spoon origins, had always been surrounded by luxury. His path to the top was paved with privilege; he never had to struggle or scrape by, his every need catered to from an early age. He glided onto the ice with an air of nonchalance, his routines executed with the kind of polish that came from years of top-tier coaching and expensive training facilities.

In contrast, your journey to the elite level was marked by grit and determination. Each routine was the result of countless hours of practice on less-than-ideal rinks and under the scrutiny of a modest budget. You had worked tirelessly, often sacrificing personal comfort and financial stability to reach the same heights as Sunghoon. Every jump, every spin, was a testament to your resilience and relentless effort.

Off the ice, tensions were even higher. Sunghoon's casual arrogance clashed with your no-nonsense attitude. While he was used to people bending over backwards to accommodate him, you often felt you had to assert your value and demand respect that should have been freely given. Conversations between the two of you, when they happened, were laced with hostility, each remark carefully measured and barbed.

Things weren’t always like that though, in fact, they were the complete opposite. You and Sunghoon used to be very close, a rock to each other on the rink. He was your partner, after all. But as the years went on and pressure to be perfect rose, you grew apart. The distance between you caused a sour taste in both of your mouths, but you stayed supportive to each other nonetheless. Until Sunghoon decided to do a complete 180 one day. He began throwing petty remarks at you whenever he could about whatever he could, and after a while, the remarks turned into forward insults, which you would then reciprocate. You’re not even sure where things went wrong between the two of you, some stupid rumour apparently. But that obviously wasn’t the case, not that you were going to get the truth out of him now.

"Again," Your coach snapped, his voice carrying an edge that cut through the silence. "You need to nail this lift."

You exhaled sharply, rolling your eyes as you approached him. "Is this really necessary? I mean, why can’t he just do this routine with someone else?"

Sunghoon shot you a look that was heavy and that carried opposition. "Maybe if you actually listened for once, we wouldn’t be stuck here."

You planted your hands on your hips, trying to ignore his gaze. "Oh, right. Because clearly, it's all my fault that you keep messing up the timing."

The two of you faced each other, locked in a silent battle that spoke volumes. This wasn’t just about figure skating; it was about clashing wills and unspoken grievances. You both knew that you needed each other to succeed, but the ice was a battleground where that truth was often buried beneath layers of resentment.

Sunghoon's eyes narrowed, and he skated back to the starting position. "From the top, then. And try not to mess up this time."

You forced yourself to take a deep breath, focusing on the smooth, fluid movements that you both needed to execute flawlessly. It was a routine you’d practiced countless times, but today, each misstep felt like a personal affront.

As the music began to play, the same haunting melody you had grown to loathe, you couldn't help but wonder if the real performance was not the one on the ice, but the one you two were constantly rehearsing off it: the delicate dance of patience and frustration, the unspoken challenge of learning to work together, despite the discord that seemed to define every practice. But once again, one of us messes up one too many times.

“This is ridiculous!” Coach pinches the bridge of his nose, obviously at widths end. “Can’t you two just get along? For the sake of the routine.”

“That’s like asking for blood from a stone.” Sunghoon scoffs. Coach lets out a defeated sigh, holding his hands in surrender.

“I’ll see you both next week.” He turns on his heel “And those cones need to go away, can you both put them in the locker rooms?”

Sunghoon grumbles under his breath, not liking the idea of having to be in an enclosed space alone with you, even if it only was for a few seconds. But knowing better than to argue with the coach, he picks up the cones and heads towards the lockers. He can feel you trailing closely behind him, your presence making his skin crawl. He quickens his pace, trying to put some distance between the two of you as you approach the desolate space. You push through the double doors, placing the cones down in the far corner before getting changed. It was the closing hour, so Sunghoon was in a particular rush, and knowing he couldn’t lock up without you was pissing him off.

“You can hurry up, you know. I don’t have all night.” He leans against the wall, folding his arms. But his impatience only makes you move slower. He huffs loudly, annoyed at your attempts to spite him. “You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”

“Obviously.”

Sunghoon pushes himself off the wall, taking a few steps closer to you. “Why do you have to be so difficult, huh? Can’t you just do what you’re told without being so annoying?”

“Not when you piss me off and rush me. Do you think I’m gonna listen to someone who’s rude to me?” You turn around to face him

He glares at you, his frustration growing by the second. “I’m rude to you because your no better.” he scoffs lowly “You act all sweet and innocent, but I know you, you’re just as stubborn and spiteful as I am.”

“Shut up.” You grit your teeth, turning away from him again to pack your bag.

“No, I won’t shut up, not when you won’t accept the truth.” He tsks, smirking slightly “You’re not the perfect little princess you pretend to be, it’s quite pathetic actually.”

“And your nothing more than a sad loser who thrives off of daddy’s money, isn’t that right?” You coo. This isn’t the first time you’ve brought up Sunghoon’s upbringing to gain the upper hand in an altercation. Sure, it’s a little low, but you deserve to poke at him after everything you’ve done to get here.

Sunghoon’s eyes darken, his jaw clenching. Calling him a loser was one thing, but to bring up his family and his background? “You know I hate it when you bring up money. You think I’m just some spoiled rich kid who had everything handed to him? You have no idea what I’ve been through.”

“Oh, don’t give me that bullshit Sunghoon. You should be grateful, some of us didn’t have money to aid them to where they are now.” You dig.

“You’re just jealous, aren’t you? Jealous that my life was easier than yours and your spiteful because I had money and opportunities you didn’t.” He laughs bitterly, stepping uncomfortably close to you. “You’re jealous that I’m better than you and I’ll always get further in this field than you ever will because I have actual talent. Talent that money didn't buy.”

“Fuck you.” You spit, shoving at his chest to create some more space between your heated bodies.

“Watch your mouth, princess. You don’t get to swear at me because you can’t accept the truth.” He closes that gap between you once again, pressing your back against a wall.

“You’re a lowlife Sunghoon and I fucking hate you.” You spit your venom at him, throwing your bag over your shoulder as you attempt to leave.

“You hate me, yeah? Well, I hate you too! I hate that you think you’re a perfect, good girl when all you do is put others down and tear them apart. You act all nice and innocent, but your just as cruel as I am. You can call me a low life all you want, YN, but at least I’m not a fake, two faced bitch!” He’s visibly angry, his eyebrows furrowed, and his pointed canines show as he retorts back. “don't push me.”

You scoff loudly, trying to cover up the obvious hurt in your voice as his words burn a hole in your chest. Part of you knew he was right, but another part of you knew that you only acted this way towards him because he made you like this. “Or what?”

“Or I might do something we’ll both regret.” Sunghoon’s eyes rake over your features as he pushes you further against the wall, completely closing any gap left between the two of you as his chest presses against yours, gripping your wrists. The tension between you was palpable, the air around you thick with anger and… desire? For a moment, his eyes flicker down to your lips before trailing back up to meet your eyes again, anger still present in both of you.

“Try me.”

That was all it took. All it took for Sunghoon to capture your lips in a rough and forceful kiss, a kiss fuelled by years of anger and pent-up need. His hands release your wrists, moving to grip your hips instead. Once your brain had fully processed the situation, you wrap your arms around his shoulders, kissing him back.

He grips your hips tighter, pulling you closer and swiping his tongue along your lower lip. The simple action elicits a soft moan from you, allowing his tongue to greedily explore your mouth. His fingers begin to trace the outline of your curves and up the length of your arm before settling on your cheek, holding you in place whilst he tilts his head to practically swallow your tongue. The kiss was sloppy and messy, if anyone walked in and witnessed it, they might have internally retched. But it was perfect, every ounce of anger and hatred seemed to dissipate in that one moment, replaced only by the raw and primal need that had been building for years.

“God, I hate you,” He mumbled against your now swollen lips “I hate you so much…”

“I hate you too.” I mumble back, playing with the hair on the back of his nape as he pulls away fully

“Prove it.” Sunghoon can’t help the wicked smirk that forms on his lips, moving his hands back to your hips to allow his thumbs to trace small circles on the skin.

“Prove it?” You push him down onto the bench beneath you, landing with a soft grunt. “You really can’t play nice? can you?”

You hover over him, leaning down to kiss him softly, almost ghosting over his lips. Sunghoons breathe hitches. Despite the tension earlier, even the gentle brush of your lips against his causes his body to react involuntarily, his head tilting back slightly to give you better access. He lets out a soft, almost meek noise at the feeling, his hands brushing against your thighs. But the pleasure is short lasting, as its not long before you’re pushing him away and sinking to your knees. Sunghoon opens his mouth to protest, but the words die in his throat as he gazes down at you, your head dangerously close to his growing bulge.

“Want me to show you how much I hate you?” You whisper breathlessly, his eyes darkening at your compromising position.

“Yeah? You gonna show me, princess?” He tries to control his body’s reaction as you reach for the drawstring of his shorts, but its futile. He lifts his hips up, letting you pull them past his thighs and down to his ankles, only the thin cloth of his underwear separating the two of you. The hardness between his legs was visible, and fuck- were you even going to be able to take all of that?

You lean up a little to kiss the outline of his prominent v-line, causing him to shiver a little. Your finger finds its way underneath his waistband, pulling it back before letting it snap against his skin. He whines, leading your hands to push them down. Without the fabric in the way, nothing was left to your imagination. Sunghoon’s breath hitches as his fingers thread through your hair, tugging on it lightly to encourage you. He can’t quite believe that this is actually happening, and that he’s just letting you do it.

You grasp his dick in your hands, the length making them almost look smaller. Pre-cum leaks from his red tip as he hisses, tipping his head back at the contact he has craved since the second he stepped foot in the locker room alone with you. You circle your finger over his tip, smearing the sticky fluid around before flattening your tongue, lapping up the mess you just made and teasing his sensitive slit. You swirl your tongue around his hot head, making him buck his hips up against your tongue.

“Fuck, YN,” he hisses, gripping your hair a little more to push your mouth closer to him. You close your lips around him, sucking and teasing his tip a little more, eliciting soft whines from him. “Take it deeper”

You open your mouth to protest, to tell him to have some patience, but instead he pushes your head down a little, shoving him further into your mouth and taking advantage of your relaxed throat. You gag at the sudden intrusion, your hands lifting to grip against his thighs. “Yeah, that’s it.”

Sunghoons eyes widen as your mouth envelopes him, a strangled gasp escaping his throat at the sudden sensation. His hips involuntarily buck upwards, his head falling back against the bench once more as he lets out an involuntary moan of pleasure.

He groans as you hollow your cheeks, trying your best to fit every inch in your mouth. Every AGONISING inch. You wrap your hands around his base, rubbing your hands up and down whatever you can’t fit in your mouth. “Yeah, that’s right baby.”

You moan as he tugs at your hair, bucking his hips a little faster to gently fuck your throat. His balls slap against the underside of your chin, causing your eyes to flutter closed as you focus on trying to keep his whole length down. He wraps his palm around your hair, creating a makeshift pony to pull you back.

He slaps his dick against your lips, watching as drool spills past and onto your chin. "You're enjoying this aren't you? You say you hate me but you love sucking my dick, isn't that right?" He pulls at your hair again, making you whimper and nod your head. "Yeah, that's what I thought."

He pushes you back down again, forcing you take every inch this time. Tears brim at your eyes as you slap his thighs a little. "Take it. You can take it, can’t you?"

You moan, his dominance making your pussy clench around nothing. You relax your throat even more as your nose presses against his lower abdomen. Tears spill past your eyelashes as you gag, bobbing your head up and down even more. You're determined at this point, determined to taste him.

You lift my hands to his balls, massaging them softly. Sunghoons head falls back, his breath escaping him in a sharp exhale. The sensation is overwhelming, his body shuddering at the contact. He lets out a soft, strangled moan, his hands clenching at the bench in a desperate attempt to keep himself anchored. He can feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, his body coiled tight with tension. His fingers grip your hair more tightly, his breaths coming in sharp gasps as he struggles to hold on.

"Dont stop, fuck you're so good-" He pants out, fucking into your mouth relentlessly. At this point, you're completely wrecked, drool spilling down your chin and onto your chest as hot tears sting your cheeks.

You cry out around his dick, your tongue swiping the underside. You feel his balls tighten in your hands. "Im- fuck im-" he whines a warning (barely), practically ripping your hair out and his head falls back and his back arches. "Fuuuuck! Fuck YN!" he cries out. Who knew Park Sunghoon was so vocal?

You almost double your efforts as his orgasm hits, desperate to milk him for everything he has. His hips jerk forwards as he shoots his load down your throat, the salty liquid overwhelming your tastebuds. He collapses bonelessly against the bench, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. His mind is hazy with pleasure, his body thrumming with aftershocks as he tries to regain his composure.

You pull your mouth from him, swallowing his cum with a soft moan. You push yourself up on his thighs, dusting your knees. Sunghoon watches, dazed, his body still sensitive and raw, as he stares up at you from his crumpled position on the bench. "That was- shit YN."

"Yeah, exactly. Fuck you." You snarl, grabbing your bag.

Sunghoon watches, his body still buzzing with the aftermath of their encounter. He manages to sit up, albeit a bit shakily, and looks up at you. His expression is a mixture of anger and confusion, his mind still reeling from the events that had just transpired.

"You... you're just going to leave? After that? You're just gonna walk away like it didn't happen?" He finally manages to find his voice, the anger and confusion evident in his tone.

"What else were we gonna do? Prance around and hold hands?" You scoff, almost laughing bitterly.

Sunghoon's jaw clenches as he considers your words. He knew you were right, that they weren't going to become some sappy couple after one moment of weakness. Still, the thought of you leaving after what just happened was irksome. "No, obviously not. But... we can't just continue acting like we normally do after this."

"Sure, we can. This was a one-time thing to settle some tension. We still hate each other..." You roll your eyes.

His gaze narrows. He's tempted to argue, but he knows deep down that your right. One moment didn't erase years of tension and animosity between the two of you. "Fine. It changes nothing. And I still hate you."

"Good, I still hate you too.”

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It had been almost a week since... whatever the fuck happened in that locker room, and Sunghoon couldn't stop thinking about you. He found himself unable to focus on virtually anything; training, schoolwork, his friends - nothing was able to keep his mind of those 15 minutes you had shared in the locker room. He couldn't understand why it was affecting him so much, why he couldn't shake the memories of your touch? He hated it. He hated that you were able to get under his skin like this. He was a rational person (mostly) who didn't let emotions get in the way of anything, yet here he was, his mind consumed by thoughts of you. It was so frustrating, so infuriating that he couldn't seem to push you away, no matter how hard he tried, especially after everything that had happened in the past.

He tried throwing himself into training even more than usual, hoping the sheer exhaustion would drive you from his mind. But no matter how hard he pushed himself, no matter how much his muscles burned and ached, he couldn't find the peace he was looking for. You were like a ghost, haunting him at every turn.

"Again!" The rink echoed for the tenth time today. "This is ridiculous."

Sunghoon watches with a critical eye as you attempt the jump again, his arms crossed over his chest. He can see your balance is off, your form flawed, and he feels the familiar irritation bubbling up in his chest. How can’t you get that right? He doesn't know why he's even irritated, your form on your jumps doesn't affect him whatsoever. But it's as if he can’t help it. Everything you do just stirs some sort of negative emotion within him.

"Im trying!" You snap back at coach, running your hand through your hair. Your facial features are etched with exhaustion and frustration. This jump was getting to you, and you didn't know why.

Coach's expression turns stern at your snappy reply at him. "Trying isn't good enough, YN. You cannot be skating with that kind of mistake. Focus."

Sunghoon's eyes flicker between you and coach, remaining quiet for the time being. He's not surprised you're exhausted already; your form has been off all day, and it's beginning to wear down on your stamina. He can’t help the shit-eating smirk that plasters his face as he watches you try and fail.... again.

"I think that's enough for today." Coach huffs. "Somethings obviously throwing you off. This needs fixed before regionals, got it?"

Sunghoons arms are still crossed as coach calls it a day. He can see the exhaustion clinging to you like a second skin, and a small twinge of sympathy pulls at his heart. He quickly snuffs the feeling, replacing it with his usual stoic, unreadable expression. But as you make your way the locker rooms, he can’t help but glance in your direction, that sympathy rearing its head again.

He trails idly behind you, his eyes watching the slump in your shoulders. Despite his best efforts, he can't seem to shake the feeling of sympathy gnawing at him. His usual irritation that he feels whenever he's around you are strangely toned down, replaced with the unsettling feeling of concern. He silently follows you as you push the double doors, watching as you start pulling your gear off in silence.

He stands by, watching as you start stripping off your gear. His eyes linger on your sweat-soaked figure, taking in the way the droplets cling to your skin, gleaming under the artificial light of the locker room. You're hyperaware of Sunghoons presence behind you as you strip yourself of your gear, but instead of the usual feeling of discomfort and irritation, knowing you weren't alone in the room was comforting? Especially after today's events.

Until he opened his mouth.

"You were a bit sloppy out there." The smirk evident in his tone. "Your form was horrendous."

You sighed loudly, almost groaning at the sound of his voice cutting through the comforting silence just to spit venom at you. "Not today Sunghoon."

"What? It's the truth. It's pitiful, really. Your jumps were pathetic. You're really going to compete in that state?" He chuckles bitterly

"I said not today." You snap, finally turning to face him. "Can’t you just shut the fuck up, for once?"

He leans against a locker, a smug smile plastered on his face. Your irritation only serves to fuel his amusement. "Why are you being so sensitive today?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. "I'm just pointing out the obvious. You're tired, you're distracted and your form is shot to hell. You're going to embarrass yourself if you don't figure it out before the competition."

You don’t answer and turn away from him, the slump in your shoulders becoming more prominent. You pick your bag up, slinging it over your shoulder before walking to the doors silently. You don't have the patience, nor time for his bullshit today.

"And now you're running away." Sunghoon mutters, unable to stop himself from speaking. "You always do that. I point out an obvious flaw, and you run like a coward." He can't help the hint of irritation in his voice. Despite the sympathy thats clawing at his chest, he can't let himself show weakness. It's just who he is.

He steps in front of the door, blocking your way out. He's unsure why he's even stopping you in the first place. Maybe it's the concern he feels deep inside, maybe it's his own stubborn pride. Whatever it is, he can't seem to stop himself. "Where are you going?" He asks, his eyes narrowing as he looks down at you. "Just ignoring me? Not even going to defend yourself?"

"Please Sunghoon." You avoid his gaze, not wanting to betray the obvious troubled look that’s etched into every line on your face. "Just let me go home."

Sunghoon's irritation falters for a moment as you speak. There's something in your voice - a mix of exhaustion and pleading. It tugs at that sympathy inside him like a fishing rod

"But..." He starts, his voice gruff, his eyes glued to you. "You can't just-" He cuts himself off, not fully understanding his own motivations, not wanting to admit the truth to himself. He lets out a frustrated, resigned sigh, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to calm himself down.

"Can you at least tell me what's been going on with you, lately? Why you're so... off your game." It's an olive branch, more sincere than anything else he's said to you.

"And why would I do that?" You scoff "So you can make fun of my personal life too?"

Sunghoons irritation flares back up at your snippy response, but then he looks at you, really looks at you. He sees your pained expression and the defeated look in your eyes. For once, he can't find it in himself to match your snark with more snark, can't find it in him to kick you while you're down like he usually does.

"Look, I promise... I won't make fun of you. I just..." He takes a deep breath, his expression unusually vulnerable. Is he really going to say this? "I just... I don't like this.” He motions vaguely to you, trying to find the right words “I don't like seeing you like this. It's..." He hesitates, as if he's admitting something he'd rather keep to himself. "It's pissing me off."

"Pissing you off?" You finally look up from the ground. He holds your gaze, his eyes uncharacteristically soft and vulnerable. He's not used to being this open with you - hell, he's not used to being this open with anyone. It's new and unfamiliar, but for some reason... it feels right.

"Yeah, it's pissing me off." He repeats. "I don't like seeing you like this. Exhausted, frustrated, down on yourself. You're... you're supposed to be putting your all into the competition... into being better than me." He adds the last part quietly, almost as an afterthought.

"My parents are divorcing." You sigh, admitting quietly.

"Ah." Is all he can manage to say at first, unsure of how to respond. He's not a naturally comforting person, but his irritation at the situation shifts. He feels... sorry for you?

"There. Happy now?" You roll your eyes, waiting for the snarky comment or dig about your situation, like he always does.

"No," He says bluntly, not even trying to hide the compassion in his voice. He knows, instinctively, that you're trying to push him away, that you're waiting for him to throw some smartass remark or mean response. But he can’t bring himself to do it, to want to. He steps forward, slowly closing the distance between the two of you. He lifts a hand, hesitating for a moment before placing it gently on your shoulder. "I'm sorry."

You tense at his touch. You weren’t expecting any sort of compassion from him, never mind physical comfort. But the comfort makes it real. You look away again as tears sting in your eyes, batting your eyelashes to push them back. He moves his hand from your shoulder to your chin, tilting your face back up.

"Hey, don't look away from me." There's a hint of a command in his voice, but he keeps his tone soft, uncharacteristically comforting. He gently angles your face back up to him, his eyes searching yours. "You don't have to act so tough, you know. Not with me."

"You're the only person I have to be tough with." Your voice cracks, betraying your lack of control when it comes to your emotions. You were about to break.

The sound of your cracking voice has a strange effect on Sunghoon. Instead of the usual smug satisfaction that would accompany your emotional turmoil, he just feels... an aching in his chest. Seeing you so vulnerable, so open and bare, and knowing that you're only like this with him does something to him, and he's not sure how to handle it. He lifts his hand to your cheek, cradling it gently. "You can let go. I won't think any less of you."

As soon as the words of permission fall past his lips, a soft sob escape yours. It's as if your heart tore in half to allow all the emotions, all the frustration and anger that had been building up, flow out freely. You lift your hands to your face, almost shielding yourself from him, hiding from him.

The sight of you crying, the sound of your sobs echoing through the empty locker room- it goes against everything he knows about you. You're supposed to be strong and fierce, always giving as good as you get. He's never seen you like this before, completely shattered. But he's also the one you've decided to show this side to. Despite everything, you trust him enough to bear it all without judgement.

He steps even closer to you, gently pulling your hands away from your face and taking them in his own, his thumbs brushing against your knuckles in a soothing gesture. A strange, almost protective feeling washes over him, urging him to comfort you further. So, it's as if his arms move on their own when he reaches out to pull you into his chest, gently rubbing your back with one hand and threading his fingers through your hair with the other.

You don't know what even possessed you to allow yourself to be this vulnerable in front of him, and after a while, you calm down. You attempt to pull back, but it's as if he can’t bring himself to let you go. He's not sure if it's the vulnerability that you've just shown, or that damned aching in his chest, but he just needs to hold you for a little longer.

And you don't resist. You relax against him completely, nuzzling into his chest almost. You needed this. You needed this comfort, and if Sunghoon was the only person willing to give it then so be it.

He feels you nuzzle against his chest, and his grip on you tightens slightly in response. He can almost feel the tension leaving your body, the way you're completely relaxed against him. And it feels good. It feels right. He's never felt this protective, this intimate, with anyone before. But with you... it feels natural. Almost easy.

"I'm sorry." You speak softly, lifting your head to meet his gaze. He's pitiful, and it's genuine. The sorrow on your face sparks a pang of guilt deep inside him. He's never really seen you look this this broken.

"Don't apologise." He says, his voice gruff but gentle. He lifts his hand from your back to brush away some of the tear stains on your cheeks. "You have nothing to apologise for."

He holds your gaze, his eyes searching yours, taking in every detail. The way your lashes are still wet with tears, the way your hair falls over your eyes, the way your bottom lip trembles slightly. He's not quite sure why he's still holding onto you so tightly, why he's still caressing you so gently. It's like his body is moving on its own, responding to all his confusing, new feelings.

Your arms practically move on their own, lifting to cup his cheeks, the intimacy of the situation stirring an in-ignorable need to touch him, to feel him. "Sunghoon..."

The sound of his name falling from your lips, whispered so softly, sends a shiver down his spine. The new, almost unfamiliar vulnerability in your eyes, the way you're suddenly touching him so gently... it ignites something within him, that same protective, almost possessive feeling that's been stirring in his chest for the past 20 minutes. And as your hand presses against his cheek, he finds himself leaning into it, seeking your touch. His eyelids flutter shut as he savours the feeling of your fingers against his skin.

Your body fights with itself. It fights the urge to push him away and never show your face to the world again, and the opposing urge to lean in and do something you will probably- no, most definitely regret. But Sunghoon can practically feel the turmoil warring inside you, the conflicting needs playing out on your features.

He knows he shouldn't act on these unfamiliar feelings, shouldn't give in to the need that's threatening to overcome him. But the way you're looking at him, the way you're holding onto him so mildly, it's as if he loses all control over himself. And then he's moving forward, closing the already diminished distance between them.

He mirrors your touch, cupping your cheeks to smoothly guide you closer. He pauses for a moment, giving you a chance to pull away if you want to… but you don't. You stay exactly where you are, looking up at him with an expression he's never seen on your face before. And then he leans in, closing the remaining distance between you, pressing his lips to yours in a tender kiss.

This kiss was different to the one you shared in this exact same spot just last week. That kiss was filled with anger and sexual frustration, but this kiss was meaningful. It was romantic, an intimate connection between the two of you that went beyond physical at this point. Sunghoon doesn't care about the context in which you've kissed before. He doesn't care about the hatred and hostility that usually exists between the two of you. In this moment, all he cares about is the feel of your lips against his. Nothing else matters.

He pulls away after a while, his lips parting from yours with a soft, wet sound. He keeps his face close to yours, his breath warm against your cheek. He gently runs a thumb over your bottom lip, the pad of the digit tracing the soft, plump flesh.

"YN..." He whispers, his voice hoarse, his breathing ragged. It almost sounds as if he's in pain, as if he's struggling to control his own emotions. His eyes bore into yours, searching for something. He's not sure what he's looking for, but right now, with you so close to him, he feels... desperate. Desperate for something he can't even name. "What the fuck are you doing to me?"

"I could ask you the same question." You mutter, before pulling his lips to yours once again.

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Sunghoon's mind wouldn't shut off. Every time he closed his eyes, images of you flooded his mind. He relived their moment over and over, the memories replaying like a broken record in his head. He tried counting sheep, meditating, even reading a book - nothing worked. He was exhausted and losing his fucking mind.

He couldn't believe he was doing this; can't believe he was so desperate that he's resorted to texting you. He knows it's a bad idea, knows that it's bound to lead to more hassle than it's worth, but he can't seem to stop himself. He types out a quick message, his thumb hovering over the send button for a few moments before he finally presses it.

Part of him is hoping, no- praying that you're asleep and won't respond. But another part, a small, traitorous part, is hoping you are awake and might answer him. He doesn't want to admit it, even to himself, but he craves your attention. It doesn't matter what kind of attention he's getting; he just needed it.

The notification jolts you a little as you just settle into sleep. You groan, reaching for your phone to turn the ringer off, but the contact on the notification momentarily stops me. You stare at your phone screen, eyes zeroing in. You hadn’t expected him to text you. You never texted each other, unless it was for information about training. Seeing his name causes something in you to stir, a mix of confusion, and as much as it pain you to admit it, hope.

SH: Hey, you awake? (12:18am)

You bite your lip, opening the message. You debated answering, weighing out the pros and cons. Which was ridiculous. It's just Sunghoon, what’s the big deal? But you had opened the message now, and you weren't heartless enough to ignore him, even if you wanted to.

YN: Unfortunately, what do you want? (12:20am)

Sunghoon lets out a sigh when he sees that you're awake, typing out a quick reply.

SH: Don't sound so enthusiastic, I could almost mistake it for kindness. (12:21am)

He leans back on his pillows, waiting for her response. He can't believe he's actually doing this, actually talking to you like your friends or something. But now he's stumped, he hadn't expected the conversation to get this far.

Should he just be direct and ask you to come over? Should he come up with some stupid excuse to lure you to his apartment? He hesitates for a few more moments before sending another message.

SH: Come over. (12:25am)

You mentally curse yourself as the back of your knees press against the cold metal of the bed frame as your feet dangle over the edge of the mattress. Why did you even get up for this? "Are we just gonna sit here?"

Sunghoon eyes you silently from the other side of the bed, his expression giving away nothing. He's not sure what possessed him to text you, let alone ask you to come over. But now that you're here, he can't deny the thrill that's coursing through him. "Do you have anything better to be doing?"

"Yeah, actually, sleeping?"

He rolls his eyes at your response. Even now, you still irritate him. But then he notices the way you dangle your legs over the edge of the bed, looking small and almost vulnerable. His eyes rake over your form, taking in the way your oversized sweater swallows your slender frame. You look softer like this, less like the stubborn girl he's used to seeing every week.

"You could've slept. No one forced you to come over." He pats the space next to him on the bed. "But now that you're here, you might as well make yourself comfortable."

"What do you think this is?" You scoff a little.

His eyes flash with a mixture of annoyance and amusement at your response. "You always have to argue, don't you? I'm just offering you a comfortable place to sit. Nothing more." He pats the bed again, gesturing for you to come closer.

You scan his face for something... anything? A smirk, a falter in his gaze, but his face remains stoic. OH, SO HES SERIOUS. "Im fine over here."

Sunghoon lets out a huff of frustration at your stubbornness. Why couldn't you just do as your told for once? "Come. here." He pats the bed a second time, his voice taking on a commanding tone. He doesn't understand why but right now, he wants you closer. Closer than the width of his king size bed would allow.

You roll your eyes, crawling over to sit next to him cross your legs and letting your knees brush against his thighs briefly. You and Sunghoon had known each other for years, even if most of those years weren't pleasant, but you had never been in such an intimate space like his bedroom before, and it nerved you. "Happy?"

He tries to ignore the way his chest clenches as your knees brush against his thighs. He tries to tell himself it's just a physical reaction, an involuntary response to the feeling of your body against his, but he knows deep down that there's something more to it.

When you finally settle next to him on the bed, he leans back against the headboard, eyes studying your face, noticing things he's never noticed before. Your eyelashes, the way they fan out against your skin. The delicate curve of your nose, the rosy hue of your lips. "Yeah, I am."

"Well, I’m glad you're enjoying yourself." Your voice shakes a little at the proximity. This is normal, right? Giving your sworn rival a blowjob in the locker rooms, breaking down in front of him in the same said locker room, then coming to his house 5 days later? You try to convince yourself, but your attempts are futile.

He reaches out, his fingers grazing your arm, feeling the softness of your skin. He's acutely aware of the fact that you're in his bed, that he has you this close, this vulnerable, and for once, he doesn't feel the need to provoke you. Instead, he's content just sitting in silence with you, his fingers continuing to trace your skin, feather-light.

He lets his fingers trail up your arm and across your collarbone, tracing the line of where your sweater meets your skin. He can feel the heat radiating off your body, the faint scent of your shampoo filling his nose. He wants to lean closer, to bury his face in your neck and just stay like that indefinitely, but he reigns in the impulse.

"Sunghoon what are you-"

He doesn't answer, his fingers continuing their path up your body. His hand moves up to your neck, gently wrapping around your throat. He applies just the slightest pressure, his thumb grazing against your pulse point. He can feel your heart beating faster under his fingers, and he loves it. Loves knowing that even with your tough exterior, you're just as affected by him as he is by you. So affected that it pisses him off. He wants more. He wants everything. "You're so confusing, you know that?"

"I-I'm confusing?" You can’t help but trip on your own words, the feeling of his fingers wrapped so delicately around your throat making your palms sweat. "You're the one touching me like this..."

His fingers tighten slightly around your throat, his hand now fully encircling the length of it. He can feel your breath hitch and sees the flutter of your eyelashes, the only indication of your discomfort. His eyes lock onto yours. He's always loved how expressive your eyes are, how they seem to mirror your every thought. They're filled with a mixture of confusion and desire, a combination that makes something in him stir. "And you're enjoying it, aren't you?"

You open your mouth to speak, but it's as if the words die on their way out, a meek "No" being the only thing that falls from your lips.

"No?" He repeats, the word practically dripping with mockery. He tightens his hold on your throat, using his grip to tilt your head up, forcing you to look at him. His eyes roam over your face, taking in your flushed cheeks and widened eyes. He sees the mixture of defiance and vulnerability in your gaze, the way your lip trembles slightly under his grip. His own body responds to your helplessness, a heat pooling in his gut as he imagines all the things he could do to you in this state.

"Hoon..." You whine softly, the heat between your thighs too much to ignore now. Your panties were practically soaked through at this point, and as much as it killed you to admit it, this was affecting you.

He's unable to suppress the shiver that runs down his spine when you whine his name. Hearing his nickname in your voice, so soft and needy, practically drives him crazy. He tightens his grip on your throat again, relishing in the way the pressure makes your body squirm. "Yes, baby-girl?"

He lifts his thumb, ghosting it across your bottom lip again. He can't help but notice the way your lip trembles and parts slightly at his touch and he can't resist the urge to press his thumb deeper into your mouth. He wants to hear more of those little whimpers, wants to see you completely undone. He runs his thumb across your tongue, feeling it swirl around the digit. He can't believe you're letting him do this to you, that you're submitting instead of your usual resistance. It emboldens him, makes him want to push you further, to see how far you'll let him go.

"You have no idea how pretty you look like this." He murmurs, his voice hoarse with desire. He releases your throat, bringing his other hand up to cup your chin instead as his other thumb still rests against your tongue. He forces your head back, angling it so that your neck is fully exposed to him. You whimper softly, your lip quivering underneath his finger as he pushes it a little further into your mouth, your tongue flicking up to meet the salty digit.

Sunghoon can't believe the sight before him, can't believe that he's seeing you like this, the tough girl that reciprocates his hatred, reduced to nothing but a whimpering mess from just a finger in her mouth. He can see the conflicting emotions warring on your face, the part of you that wants to fight back, to resist the desire that's coursing through you. But he also sees the way your legs shift restlessly on the covers, and he knows you're only holding back because you're stubborn and prideful. He pushes his finger deeper into your mouth, forcing you to take more as he leans in, his lips hovering just above your ear. "That's it, give in,"

You curse at the way your legs involuntarily and almost instantly spread the second his fingers meet the plump flesh of your inner thigh, the fabric of your pants riding up to reveal the expanse of smooth skin that's usually hidden underneath layers of clothing. You can’t help but let out the shaky breath that you didn't even realise you were holding as he traces small, delicate patterns, dangerously close to your pussy that was practically leaking through onto his bedsheets.

Sunghoon can't help but relish in the fact that he's the one who's making you react like this, that no matter how much you push him away, you still subconsciously crave his touch. His fingers continue to trail up your inner thighs, his touch deliberately light, drawing soft noises from your throat. He loves the way your body betrays your attempts to keep some semblance of control, no matter how hard you try.

"Sunghoon, please-" You whine as he retracts his finger from your mouth.

"Please what?" He teases, his fingers still tracing patterns around your sensitive inner thighs, always stopping short of where you needed him the most. He knows exactly what you want, he can hear it in the way you whine, but he wants to hear you say it. He wants to hear you beg him; he wants you to give up your pride for him.

He gives your inner thigh a quick smack, his hand coming down harshly on the sensitive flesh there. You jolt forwards at the sudden contact, moaning softly. "Touch you where?"

"Touch my pussy Hoon, please." You whimper.

He pushes you down onto the mattress, manoeuvring to hover about you. He reaches one hand down to spread your sticky thighs, pressing his other palm beside your head. "That was easy, wasn't it?"

His hand finally connects with your aching core, teasing you through the thin material. "Fuck, baby. You're so wet, you're practically drenched through"

He pushes the material to the side, instantly slipping a singular digit into to your pulsing hole without giving you a second to register his actions, ca8using your head to spin. But he doesn't move the digit. "Beg for it."

"What? No-"

He gives your thigh another harsh smack, making you slam your legs closed around his palm, whining. "I said beg for it. Beg for me to touch your pussy."

"Please don’t make me-"

He gives you another smack, harder this time, and relishes the way your legs clamp down around his hand, trying to get some friction, any friction "Do you really think you're in a position to make demands?" He scoffs. "Beg."

"Please Hoon... please touch my pussy." You whine meekly. As soon as the words leave your lips, he moves the finger thats buried deep inside you, plunging it in and out.

"Thats a good girl." He smirks, his bottom lip tucked snuggly between his pointed canines. You can’t even reply, your mind too clouded with pleasure to come up with a response to his praise.

Sunghoon lets out a huff, taking in the look on your face, the way your eyes are squeezed shut in pleasure, your mouth open and panting. It's a satisfying sight, and one that he wants to take advantage of. He continues moving his fingers inside you, adding another thick digit and applying a little more pressure to your clit, enjoying the soft gasps and moans that escape you.

He can tell by the way your body trembles and the whiny, breathless noises falling from your lips, that you're close. He can feel it in the way your thighs squeeze around his hand, the way your walls clamp down on his fingers. "Thats it," He increases the pace of his fingers "are you gonna be a good girl and cum for me?"

"Mhm- wanna be a good girl." You whine, arching your back.

He lets out a moan, his fingers starting to work a little faster. He can feel the way your body starts to tense up, preparing for it. He wants to see you fall apart completely, wants to feel you come unraveled under his touch. "Then cum"

Your orgasm hits you like a ten-ton truck. Your hips stutter forwards and a guttural moan rips from your chest. "Fuuuck!"

Sunghoon watches the way your face twists in ecstasy, the way your eyes roll back, and your hands clawing at the sheets beneath you. He guides you through it, his fingers slowing until you come down from the high. He reluctantly pulls his fingers from you, bringing the glistening digits to his plump lips and sucking them clean with a chesty moan.

But he isn't done, not even close.

He brings his hands to the bottom of your top, his fingers slowly tracing the hem, teasing the exposed skin of your stomach.

"This needs to come off." He mutters, his hands pulling at the material, trying to lift it over your head. He's impatient, his desire overriding any attempts at gentleness. He wants to see all of you, wants to feel your bare skin against his hands and lips.

As he finally gets the top off, he lets his eyes rake over your exposed body. He can't help but let out an appreciative moan, his hands coming up to grip at your waist, his fingers almost indenting into the soft flesh. He looks at you, the way your chest is heaving with each breath, he looks at the way your cheeks are still flushed from your previous release, and he knows he needs more.

You can’t help but shift uncomfortably under his heavy gaze, practically feeling the holes being burnt into your skin. And Sunghoon notices the way you shift, how your body tenses under his scrutiny. He's not trying to make you uncomfortable, he's just trying to take in every bit of you, to memorise every inch of your skin, to commit it all to memory.

"You're so beautiful" He whispers, his voice full of reverence, his fingers tracing the curve of your bra. He leans down, attaching his lips to your collarbone, his mouth trailing a path down your chest. He can hear your breathing pick up again, can feel your heart hammering in your chest. He's gentle, his lips and tongue exploring every inch of your skin, and his hands following suit.

He pulls himself further on top of you so that he's almost completely covering you, his weight pressing you down into the bed. He continues his path down your body, his mouth and hands working in tandem, every touch and caress designed to heighten your pleasure. He can't help the possessive desire that rises within him. He wants to leave his mark on you, wants to claim you in a way that no one else ever will. He bites down on the skin above your breast, enough to leave a small bruise, causing you to arch from the bed with a soft whine.

He can't get enough of the way you respond to his touch, the little gasps and whimpers that escape your lips fuelling his desire. He moves lower, his mouth now on your stomach, his tongue tracing the dip of your belly button, his teeth scraping across the sensitive skin. He wants to take his time, to savour every moment, but the need in his body, the need to claim you completely, is growing harder to ignore with each passing second.

"Sunghoon," you whisper with soft moan, grabbing his attention "I can’t wait any longer."

"Neither can I." He mutters, his voice low and rough. His lips find yours, his tongue delving into your mouth as he kisses you hungrily, his hands roaming your body, everywhere he can reach. His hands slide down to your hips, hoisting them up so that you're pressed even closer to him, his bulge poking against your throbbing pussy as he kisses you feverishly. You tangle your hand in his soft lock, tugging at the roots.

"That's it," He moans lowly, mumbling against your lips. "Pull harder." He grinds his clothed dick against your clit, making you hiss and tug at his hair again, harder this time.

He lets out another low moan, the feeling of your hands in his hair and your body against his almost too much to handle. "Keep pulling." He instructs you, his voice low and rough. He ruts against you harder, watching as your juices stain a wet patch on his sweats. It's so dirty, filthy even, but he fucking loves it.

You continue to tug on his hair, arching into his touch, the combination making his head spin. He lets out a strangled noise, his hands gripping at your hips as he starts to grind against you harder, faster.

"Fuck me Sunghoon, need to feel you deep inside me" You pant, rolling your hips gently against his as you grow more impatient by the second.

Sunghoons breathe hitches at your words, the raw desire behind them almost too much to handle. He lets out a low, guttural groan, his eyes trailing over the curves of your body once more, his hands leaving bruises on your hips.

"Are you sure?" He asks, even though his body is already screaming to take you, to claim you completely.

"Please." You meet his gaze, biting your lips as you continue to gently roll your hips against his. He doesn't waste another second before pushing his sweats down, his hard cock springing up.

His tip was angry and leaking pre-cum. You whine at the sight, swiping the beads the continued to pour out before bringing it to your lips. But before you can do anything more, he rolls over so that you're on top of him, your body straddling his. His hands move to your waist, holding you in place as he bucks his hips up, running the veiny underside of his dick between your folds.

He tucks his bottom lip between his teeth, rutting against you like this a few more times before positioning his tip at your soaking hole. He slowly guides you down onto him, his eyes locked with yours. Sunghoon felt big when he was down your throat, but fuck, he was practically splitting you in half right now. He groaned as you sucked him in, watching as you tip your head back with a loud whine.

"Are you okay?" He mumbles, trying his best not to moan and ruin his moment of concern.

You nod, manoeuvring yourself to your knees to sink down on him more, taking him deeper. Sunghoon, bucks his hips up involuntarily, causing you to jolt forward with a loud moan.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he hisses, parting your legs to watch his dick disappear inside of you. "You feel so good."

You moan loudly, biting your lip to suppress any whines or whimpers that might give away your slight discomfort. He felt good, really good. But he was so big, big enough that it was a little painful.

Despite your best efforts, he can tell that you're having a hard time taking him, that he's bigger than you're used to. He lets out a low moan, his hands moving to gently soothe your hips, trying to help you ease onto him carefully. His eyes are locked onto yours, taking in the way your face twists with the mix of pleasure and pain. He tries to go slow, to be gentle with you, not wanting to cause you any unnecessary pain. But he can only hold back so much, his body begging him to just lose control and take you as hard and fast as he can.

You gasp once you're fully seated on him, deliciously stretched and full to the brim with dick. You circle your hips, trying to adjust to him before lifting up a little and bouncing on him. You were slow at first, almost painfully slow, but once you had become accustomed to his size, nothing was stopping you.

“Oh fuck,” Sunghoon groans, tilting his head back as you slam down against his thighs, the wet squelching noise that emits from you almost making him dizzy. His back arches against the mattress, his eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of your hot walls wrapped so snuggly around his dick. “Ah, that’s- yeah just like that.”

You moan loudly, muttering soft curses under your breath as you continue your vigorous movements. Sunghoon lifts his hips, thrusting them up to meet yours, causing your body to jolt as he reaches that one pressure point deep inside you that sends you reeling. “Right there!”

“Yeah? Right there? Is that the spot baby?” He groans, gripping your hips to keep them still as he thrusts up into you relentlessly. You practically fall limp, your chest crashing against his as his tip kisses your cervix over and over again. “Fuck you feel so good, so fucking good princess.”

“D-don’t stop- gonna cum!” You cry out, reaching up to claw your nails at his bare chest, leaving red and angry bumps in their wake. But Sunghoon doesn’t have the time, nor the ability to care about the pain.

“I'm not gonna stop, not gonna stop.” He groans, before flipping you both over. He positions you on your hands and knees before pushing your chest against the mattress and slamming back into you, knocking the breath straight out of your lungs.

He continues his onslaught and you can feel the tightening in your stomach become almost unbearable. “Fuck I’m cumming!”

“No, your not.” He slams his palm down on the soft, plush skin of your ass as it jiggles against his lower abdomen before stopping his movements. You whine as you feel your release slipping from you.

“No!” You cry out, almost choking out a sob.

“Beg.”

“What?”

“Beg me to let you cum.” The shit-eating grin plastered on his face is prominent. Even if you can’t see it, you can hear it in his voice. He was loving this. Loving the power that he had over you and loving the fact that as much as you don’t to, you will follow his commands.

“Please let me cum.” You whine

“Oh come on. That was pathetic. Beg like you mean it.” He slaps your ass again, making you cry out.

“Please! Please let me cum! Please Sunghoon!” You circle your hips against his abdomen, causing him to hiss.

“Good fucking girl.” He slaps your ass again, harder this time, before moving his hips again. He pounds into you, his balls slapping against your clit. You’re teetering on the edge of release, and you’re not sure how much longer you can hold back.

“Can I cum? Fuck, please! Can I cum?” You plead, gripping onto the headboard in front of you.

At this point, Sunghoon can’t even deny his own release, never mind yours. “Cum baby. Cum for me like a good girl.”

At that was it. You shriek as he slams into you one last time, hitting your g-soot deliciously and sending you completely over the edge. Your pussy clamps down on him before fluttering as you cum, your juices spilling down your thighs.

“Fuuuuck!” Sunghoon cries, shooting his warm load into you. Into you. He stays nestled in the warmth of your velvety walls before reluctantly pulling out with a filthy squelch. He watches as his cum almost instantly pools out of you, also running down your thigh. He smirks, using two fingers to scoop up the liquid before leaning over and shoving the fingers into your mouth.

You gag at the unexpected intrusion, but once you realise what he’s doing, you clamp your lips down, sucking and swirling your tongue around the digits, letting the salty liquid flood over your tastebuds. You moan at the taste, almost craving more. He slips his fingers out and swipes the saliva down your cheek.

“Now this. This is not a one-time thing to settle tension.” He says, flopping down onto the mattress beside you, running his fingers through his sweaty hair that’s clinging desperately to his forehead.

“No way.”

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#enhypen #kpop #fanfic #fanfiction #sunghoon #park sunghoon #sunghoon smut #enhypen smut #kpop smut

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strawberryama · 9 months ago

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His balls are huge. I can feel it in my soul!!

i say this too much so here we are besties

content : fem!reader x rook, ball sucking, public sex, library sex, cum swallowing, slight shoe humping mentions

18+ Minors dni!!!

“I can’t believe I’m even asking this…but do tell, how are you undoubtedly certain?”

“I just know it. I have that kind of sense, ya know?”

Cater could only roll his eyes. There was no way this conversation was happening right now. In front of his lunch no less. Thank god lunch was nearly over, cause he couldn’t eat anymore. Not after hearing about how _______ was dead certain her crush, the vice housewarden of Pomefiore, had huge breeder balls. He didn’t even want to think about that guy naked. Yet, this was the current lunch topic, as Trey was busy this afternoon.

“That’s…great. Can I please eat in peace?”

______ turned to her friend, watermelon chunk on her fork. She’d been eating this entire time. It was as if the conversation topic was just something as casual as homework answers to her. She completely unphased. ______ bit down on the watermelon, shrugging to the guy before her.

“You’re unbelievable, you know that?” Cater groaned.

“What?!”

“Nothing. Just forget it! I’m going to the library for study hall, early.”

“I’ll come with then!”

Cater only groaned once more as he stood up, grabbing his tray. “If you’re coming, then no more nasty discussion, ‘kay? I gotta study or Riddle’ll kill me.”

“Aye, aye!”

______ stayed true to her word. She even was actively studying alongside of Cater. She went looking for a book though, deep in the stacks. Sometimes potions class was a pain in the butt. There were so many cryptic ingredients that she knew next to nothing about.

The only issue was every damn book that explained those ingredients was up on the highest shelf. God forbid this school have accessible shelves. No, ofc ourse, they need to have six foot and then some tall shelves.

As she reached and stretched the best she could, she felt a broad, strong mass press into her. A hand came up, gracefully pulling the book she required from the shelf.

“Here you are,” mused a voice.

______turned to look over her shoulder, and none other than Rook Hunt stood there, pressed into her. He didn’t back up at all. Rook grinned down to ______, his free hand coming to grab her waist, rooting her there.

“Madame, how good to see you!~”

“You too, Rook,” she sheepishly smiled. She could feel her cheeks burning. Fuck. He was hot. His eyes pierced right through her like an arrow.

“You know, a lil birdie told me something.”

“O-Oh yeah?”

“You have a hypothesis about a specific part of my body is what I heard at lunch.”

“I!”

“It’s okay. You’re more than welcome to find out.”

At this, ______ felt something long and hard press into her ass. She was burning up and she was growing wet. She was going to get to see the Rook Hunt’s cock and fat, fat balls. She wasdrooling at the thought.

“May I?” she asked all too eager.

“Please, go right ahead”

Her eyes rolled right back into her head as she sucked on his fat balls. They felt sooo good in her mouth. She drooled all over them, salivating at the heady scent and taste she consumed. ______ could barely even stifle the obscene noises that she made. Let alone, the moan that she let out about the testicle that filled her mouth.

“Good girl,” Rook drawled. His hand grabbed a fistful of ______’s hair, pulling her in further, causing her to gag.

______ was thoroughly enjoying herself now. Her pussy smeared its juice all over Rook’s boot as she rubbed her clit desperate for any friction. Spit was dribbling down her chin. She was in ecstasy. A true dream. Finally, a pair of huge, fat balls full of hot, white cum. And they were all her’s. No one else’s.

Rook threw back his head against the bookshelf, hat dropping from his head. She was good at this, far better than he’d imagined she’d be when he overheard her at lunch. And the absolute messy display of a whore before him was hotter than hell. In fact, Rook may have just found his new favorite toy. And it was better than bothering that prefect of Savanaclaw could ever be.

Rook’s balls began tightening and he bucked into ______ more fervently than before. Her hand reached up, gently teasing at the head of Rook’s fat cock, urging it to cum all over her. Her thumb circled about the slit in his cock, spreading the precum that leaked out. All the while, her hand rubbed and squeezed what she could reach, daring Rook to let go. Daring him to cum and make a mess just for her.

Through hooded, lust fulled eyes, Rook saw the devious wanton look in ______’s eyes. God, she’s a goddess, he could only think. He yanked her off of his pulsating balls, posing his cock’s head before her lips before she could whine in complaint.

“Princeese, take it nice and deep,” he commanded in a shaky breath. But ______ didn’t need any instructions. Rook barely finished his sentence, before ______ began to suck on the tip of his cock.

She moaned, teasing him, with each inch she’d swallow up. Her tight throat constricted about Rook’s sensitive cock.

He couldn’t hold out any longer. His grip on her hair tightened, burying the last few centimeters of his cock in ______’s mouth. With a deep grunt, Rook keeled in on himself, shooting hot cum down ______’s throat. Those emerald eyes rolled back as he stifled a groan, his cock scraping against her uvula.

But ______ didn’t even flinch. She drank every drop of his hot salty cum, a dazed grin forming as she pulled herself off him. ______ gently licked off any remaining cum that dared to escape before grinning up at him mischievously.

“It seems my hypothesis was correct,” she snickered, placing his fallen hat upon her head.

#rook hunt #rook hunt x reader #rook hunt smut #twisted wonderland #twst #pomefiore #smut #drabble

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fantasies-fairytales-n-fics · 2 years ago

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Code Blue Ch.20- Scars and Souvenirs

Summary: Lee is out for blood. Ethan takes a hit. Britt gets an earful. Donna's called out. Lee races to find Josie. He and Gordon brawl. Lee has a breakdown. Josie tries to help him. AN ANTICIPATED MOMENT FINALLY ARRIVES.

*Warnings* Angst, language, violence, mentions of child death and car accident, graphic depictions,

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Chapter characters: Lee, Josie, Ethan, Gordon, Donna

Salem, Massachusetts

February 26, 2023

10 pm- The Metro Court

Lee changed into sweat pants and a casual shirt that he had brought there a few days earlier because he didn't know if you and him would end up spending the night at the hotel and then he rushed out to do damage control. His first target was Ethan, whom he found playing poker as if nothing ever happened.

"Get up. Now." Lee barked and walked over to the bar, poured himself a triple shot of whiskey and swigged it down. His eyes darted all around for you but you were gone.

"Hey man. I heard about what happened with Gordon running his mouth, I swear I had nothing to...."

"What the hell did you say to Jo! and don't you fucking lie to me."

"Ok, look. She started in on me, calling me a liar and a con, saying I was jealous and blaming me for the car thing, which again man, I didn't do it on purpose."

"You're not answering my question. Tell me what you told her, word...for....word."

Lee was becoming impatient as he pursed his lips and glared Ethan down.

"Geez, calm down man. I just told her that, well you know, you and me, the party and then I might have told her that she wasn't your girlfriend because you never said that she was....that you didn't trust her because you kept me a secret...and you know man, like she came along at a really shitty time in your life, you know, you're just lonely and stuff and that she was only temporary...and I don't know, like you never kiss her and I may have mentioned that you probably haven't had sex with her either...I was just being honest and besides man, she provoked me."

"Oh...is that all?" Lee sarcastically replied...and then hauled off and socked Ethan right in the gut.

"Ohhh fuck man. Why the hell did you do that??" Ethan asked as he coughed and gasped for air.

"If you really have to ask that question, then I did the right thing. Get the hell out of here and don't you come near me or especially Jo ever again."

"You don't mean that, we're friends man. We have been for a long ass time. You're going to shit can me over some girl you barely know??"

"I mean it with every breath in my body. Time means nothing. Loyalty means everything. Now get out before I physically pick your ass up and throw you out the door."

"This is bullshit man."

Ethan gave Lee an angry stare and then reluctantly walked out.

Lee found Britt and Amy still on the balcony and quickly checked with them about you or Gordon, but he only spoke to Amy...at least he tried to. Britt was still a sobbing mess and began apologizing to Lee again, which set him off.

"I don't want to hear this shit Britt. What the hell were you thinking??? All the shit you have given me for the mess I had become and look at you. Seems you need to check yourself. I mean, what was it Britt? You couldn't stand to see your best friend happy for once and wanted to ruin it because you're miserable?? What you and I did ONCE almost a decade ago meant nothing! and here it is, biting me in the ass because of your big drunk mouth. Well sweetheart, it bit you in the ass too and now you get to reap what you sow, just as I do. Happy now??"

Britt said nothing and took the scolding because she knew Lee was right and also had every right to be angry with her.

Lee stormed off, knowing he was just as guilty as Britt for concealing their past roll in the hay, but in the heat of the moment, he didn't feel one bit of remorse for blowing up at her.

He then searched for Gordon and found Donna chatting it up with one of the caterers.

"Hey Donna, if you got some time to stop fucking around on Gordon, do you think you could tell me where he is?" Lee snarked and then turned his wrath upon the man.

"Get lost pal and do your job. She's married, although I suppose you wouldn't know that because she most certainly didn't tell you and her ring suddenly disappeared after my brother did."

The man quickly left and Donna laid into Lee.

"What the fuck Lee. You don't tell me what to do."

"No I don't, but you're going to tell me where Gordon went or I'll tell him about this little display."

"Oh come on! I was only talking to the guy!"

"With no ring, that you had on earlier. Who's he gonna believe? He and I may be at war, but he knows my word is good any day over yours."

"Oh for fucks sake, I don't know where he went. He headed out the door shortly after that little barbie doll of yours did."

Lee gulped as an indescribable feeling of terror coursed through him unlike none he had ever felt before and then he bolted out the door.

He took the stairs, racing down them, just in case he might catch up to you. He didn't trust Gordon one bit in his brother's wasted and angry state, fearing what he might be capable of...that he may hurt you or...something even worse...all to spite him.

"Come on Jo, pick up, pick up!" Lee pleaded as he tried calling you, but it went to voicemail.

"Jo! Baby, I know you're upset but I need you to call me asap OK?? I need to know that you're alright. I can't find Gordon and he was seen leaving right after you did. Please Jo...I need to hear your voice so I know you're safe."

"Fuck!"

Lee's shout echoed through the stairwell as he hung up and kept going. He must have missed a step at least four times, falling on his ass before he got to the bottom. All he could think about is what Ethan told you and how that must have made you feel....and in a way, Lee felt guilty about that for holding back on you. Now he understood what you meant when you said words were important too.

Once outside, his eyes darted everywhere for you but no one was around, except a bellhop.

"Sir, sir!! Did you see a woman, long blonde hair, umm silver shirt, black short skirt, possibly a long gray coat on...drop dead gorgeous...eyes like the sunset...about yay high?" Lee rambled out of breath.

Lee held his shaking hand to his chest where he remembered the top of your head being when he kissed it. Realizing he didn't even know how tall you were put a lot of things into perspective for him. When he found you, he was going to make sure you knew exactly how he felt about you.

"Here...I have a picture."

Lee held out his phone with hope as he panted.

"Why yes I did see the young lady. She was crying and walking towards the parking lot wayyyy over yonder."

Lee closed his eyes in relief and smiled as his heart contradicted his reaction and broke for your sadness. He then showed him another photo.

"Ok, how about this man?"

"Yes actually, just before she came out. The valet brought his car up and he left."

Lee realized Gordon obviously took the elevator and got outside before you, and was now out there somewhere possibly stalking you, if he hadn't already found you.

Lee saw a car pulling up to be parked and he ran over to it, pulling out his wallet to bribe the guy to let him use his car, for he didn't have time to wait for his to be brought up. Luckily it was a young kid and Lee didn't have to try too hard.

"$500 right now to let me use your car. I swear I'll bring it right back. It's all I got in cash or I would give you more." Lee begged as he tried to catch his breath from his panic.

"Woah!! hey sure man!" the young kid reeled as his eyes lit up. "Just be careful with it. I just got it last week."

Lee smiled from ear to ear as he handed the kid five one hundred dollar bills and hopped in the car, peeling out as he sped off and ran over the curb, making the kid cringe.

"Bro, I said take it easy!" he shouted.

As you walked through the wide open parking lot, heading for the pub, all you could think about was all the ridiculous things you said to Lee. At least that's how you felt about it now...and it was all because you let that meddling Ethan get under your skin. If it weren't for him, or even Gordon, you and Lee would still be happily in each other's arms, dancing in the sky, literally...twenty stories in the air. It was crazy to you that your fear of heights didn't bother you when you were in his arms on that terrace but you almost had a full blown claustrophobic panic attack in the elevator with him by your side...and he saved you from it, unlike everyone else that would have just told you to stop overreacting. You contemplated going back and apologizing and kissing him right then and there in front of everyone, especially Ethan....but you couldn't face Lee after what you said to him, that he was an accident. Of course, you didn't mean it in the way Elizabeth had, but to Lee, it felt the same. The look in his eyes was still etched into your mind and you truly hated yourself...for as you had told him...words were important.

Your phone beeped so you stopped to check it. It was a voicemail from Lee but you had never even heard it ring, most likely due to the crappy signal from the entire day's stormy weather. Apprehension consumed you after listening to what Lee said about Gordon and hearing the fear in his voice that he tried to hide with his sweet tone. You immediately turned around and began walking back to the hotel, looking around with caution as you decided to call Lee back.

Gordon sat sunken down in his car in a secluded area of the lot, watching you and got out as you walked past.

You had just hit the call button as Gordon came up behind you.

"Hey!" he sternly said.

You screamed and spun around, dropping your phone.

"Gordon...w..what do you want?"

His beady dark eyes scoured your body from head to toe.

"I just thought you and I could have a little.....talk."

Gordon's discomposure was apparent as he stood before you, sweaty and trembling. You glanced down at your phone, seeing that the call was connected and went to reach for it.

"Leave it!!" Gordon angrily shouted, causing you to gasp and stumble back.

You could hear Lee yelling your name but it was faint.

"Gordon, I..why are you out here in the parking lot behind the hotel? W..where's Donna?" you asked, praying that Lee heard you.

"Not here obviously. It's just you and me now."

"Look, I don't know what you want or what your intentions are but you need to leave before I scream."

"What? No! Don't do that!" he snapped with agitation and came towards you.

Just then, a car came speeding in that you didn't recognize, in which, your yet again hero Lee got out and came rushing up to you.

"Whoa whoa hey! Gordon, you get away from her now. Jo, come to me, move away from this asshole!" Lee raged.

You quickly did as Lee said without hesitation and stood behind him.

"Asshole?? Really man? You're the one who tossed my computer off the fucking terrace like a some lunatic."

"Who's the lunatic when you're out here in the parking lot stalking my girlfriend with god knows what on your mind. What were you going to do Gordon huh??!"

Your eyes opened wide, hearing Lee finally call you his girlfriend, although you were sure he didn't even realize he said it in his anxious state of mind.

"Jesus christ, you're sick man! I wasn't going to hurt her! I just wanted to talk to her about Ethan."

"Haven't you done enough talking tonight Gordon?! You wanted to pay me back for the computer and you did it by shooting your mouth off about Ethan. Dad would be so fucking proud of you....all doped up at his party, in a loveless marriage with a money hungry cheating wife who probably talked you into drawing up those court papers that you gave me tonight of ALL nights. You made sure to come to the funeral, but where were you on his last birthday, or all the other ones before that?? Where were you so that maybe he wouldn't have had to live in a rest home when he got sick? I did it all Gordon, like fucking superman. The good son JUST like he told me I was."

"Don't you talk to me about Dad. What do you think he would think of his good son if he knew you had been with a man?? Oh that's right, he would still be fucking proud of you, because his little Lee did no wrong in his eyes. He gave you everything. You got it all man. The house, the trucks, his love and respect...even his fucking looks that you had to brag about at the funeral. I had one thing from him, one thing! I was trying to fix it and you destroyed it!!"

"I cannot believe you're standing here acting as if you cared about him...and over what...what?...a stupid little extremely outdated computer that no one even uses anymore? It was broken and worthless."

"You're broken and worthless and I'm gonna kick your ass!!" Gordon shouted as he walked up to Lee, pointing at him and then shoved him.

"Shut up!!"

Lee shoved him right back, knocking him to the wet ground and then began pointing and shouting at Gordon.

"You started all of this Gordon so now I am going to finish it!!"

"Lee, Gordon, stop!!" you yelled but your pleas were ignored as the two men scuffled around, entangled together like two pit bulls.

"Stop it man!" Gordon shouted.

Lee shoved Gordon off of him so hard, causing him to land on the hood of the car. Gordon had been clutched onto Lee's shirt as this happened and it tore open, revealing multiple scars on his chest and stomach.

Simultaneously, you threw your hand over your mouth and gasped as Lee stared at his body in horror, then you. Even Gordon was speechless as he stayed put, leaning on the car, for he had never seen Lee's scars.

Lees stood frozen and abashed, even frightened it seemed as his eyes welled up with tears, reminding you of how he looked when he had accidentally hurt you. Is this why he wouldn't get too close to you? You couldn't take it, seeing him so defeated, in such emotional torment so you went to him to try and cover his shirt back up.

"No, Jo...don't. Now you get to see the real me. Well, you've won again Gordon, humiliating me twice in one night, but that's what you live to do." he calmly said as he backed away from you.

"I..I told you to stop...I...I didn't know Lee..."

"Lee...please let me help you, let me take you home." you softly pleaded as you reached out for him.

He peered down at you as your own tears fell in nothing but love for him in that moment.

"They're from the accident...I don't remember...I don't remember anything after she grabbed the wheel..."

"I...I woke up in the hospital days later. The pain...I remember that. They told me I went through the windshield on impact....all because I wasn't wearing my fucking seatbelt...ironic huh? Yet I lived and Jacob didn't. Why? It should have been me."

"Lee please don't say that. It happened because Elizabeth caused it."

"She stood over me after I woke up, completely fine and do you know what she told me that plays over and over in my head? She said she only stayed at my side JUST so that she could tell me that I killed Jacob!"

"Lee stop, you don't need to do this."

"Oh but I do, because Gordon here made it happen in his jealous little rage. So now he gets to hear about it because you heard him, he didn't know about my superficial scars or the ones that lie beneath them...and why?? Because he wasn't around, just like with dad and yet he thinks he's fucking owed something from him and from me. Well you got something, right back over there on that sidewalk smashed into bits just like my life was. THAT'S your souvenir that you deserve and these are mine!" Lee raged as he opened his shirt up more so Gordon could see. "LOOK at them you coward!"

Gordon sat motionless, staring at the ground in shame, unable to look.

"Lee...please!" you cried.

"No Jo, I'm not done. This is what he wanted, to break me and now he's going to sit here and fucking watch me break like his stupid little computer! So look at me... you both need this just as much as I do."

"You wanted me to tell you things Jo...well now I am going to tell you. I know what Ethan told you tonight... and I...I need to fix that...I need you to understand how wrong he was and explain things about him."

"Lee no. You don't owe me any explanations about him, or anything else. I am so sorry for overreacting tonight. I shouldn't have let Ethan get me so worked up. This...this is not what I wanted. Please don't do this to yourself, especially not here in front of him."

"Isn't it what you wanted? You made it clear that I am not clear enough for you, which...you're right... so let me be clear! Now's a good time as any. We're all right here! It's time to see that life's no god damn fairytale."

His last words stung a bit, but maybe you deserved that after calling him an accident.

"Lee, I'm sorry man. Just stop." Gordon finally spoke.

"Stop what man?? Stop what you brought forth?? If you're sorry and you want this to stop, then recant the fucking lawsuit because you know damn well you don't deserve a damn thing of what you are asking for! You're not taking the farm, I'll tell you right now. I'll burn it to the ground before I let you have it. Freak accident from an out of control bonfire. It meant nothing to you. The only thing that means anything to you is making me suffer."

"Lee, that's not true....it's...it's Donna man. She'll flip if I do that."

"Oh that's right, she has your balls in a lockbox on her bedside table! You're pathetic....but I suppose so am I because I have been in your shoes with Elizabeth....and then there's you Jo. Something I have never experienced before in my life, something fucking good in the midst of all the bad, a burning ember in the dark, slowly pulling me out of that abyss that no one could ever do. One day I am just going about my same old fucked up daily routine, in no way looking for someone like you because I didn't believe anyone like you existed. I had given up on that dream a long time ago... and then I saw you...and everything about you threatens people, especially me."

"Your sassy spitfire personality, your beauty, your empathy, your unconditional gracious feelings towards me, the way you believe in things that are supposed to be impossible. You opened my eyes to that world and made me see the things I've seen that only you know about because you're the only one I even want to talk to about anything at all! I didn't know what was happening to me. You just came into my life like some whirlwind and knocked me on my ass. My lady strange...This was no accident like you said. Maybe...just for a moment...I believed in fairytales... I...I wanna believe that."

"Ethan...was a mistake that I chose to make. He wanted more. I didn't. I didn't tell you about him because I...I thought you would think differently of me, that I would lose you, not because he was something special like he made you think he was among all of the other things he said only to hurt you. I still should have told you and I'm sorry that you found out like you did. Only Gordon knew because he was there that night but now thanks to Gordon, now you know and so does Britt and Amy. We agreed to remain friends but now...I see that was a mistake too because he obviously wants more and I don't feel that way about him. I feel that way about you. I'm nuts about you. It's no accident? and when you told me that...I started to believe you didn't share those feelings."

You took his quivering hands into yours and gazed up into his tortured eyes.

"Lee...I swear on everything that I did not mean it like you think and I never should have even said it and I am sooo sorry that I hurt you. It's killing me knowing that I did and seeing you like this. I don't care about Ethan, I don't care about anyone else. I care about you....so fucking much. I DO share those feelings. This accident thing...I wasn't supposed feel these things ever again because I swore to myself I would never let it happen....and then you came swooping in....JUST like fucking superman and literally picked me up in your arms...and saved me that day in the hospital. You're right. It's no accident...it's destiny and I believe that with every beat of my pounding heart. Life can be a god damn fairytale if you want it bad enough...and it's all that I have ever wanted....you...are all that I have ever wanted."

"I'm not some hero in a cape. Look at me. I'm just a weak man who can't even save himself."

"You are not weak! You've just been through shit no one should ever have to go through...just let me help you...let me in...just like you told me once. Let's leave here and go talk...really talk....in one of our safe havens where no one can touch us, where only you and me exist like when we're dancing. If you say run, I'll run with you. If you say hide, we'll hide...you sang it to me tonight, remember? And now I am saying it back to you..."

For a moment, you had him. You could see it in his eyes. You had brought him back until Gordon had to speak and he let go of your hands.

"Guys, I'll just leave so you don't have to."

"Oh no, don't leave. Stay right here. Finish your talk with Jo Gordon. I'll leave..I have guests to attend to and a car to return."

Lee was sarcastic in his words and began to walk away.

"Lee wait!! You...you said you wanted to fix this, so why are you leaving?? Please, don't do this. Don't push me away We need each other. I need you." you sobbed in desperation to get him back again.

"Why!" he spun around and cried. "Why do you persist on wasting your time on me. You're the most beautiful person I've ever laid eyes on and me...I'm just some wrecking ball that crashed into you and we've both went up in flames because of it. Every time something goes right, something goes wrong. You believe in signs Jo, so read them. I said I deserved better, that I deserve you, but...I was wrong. You deserve better Jo."

"I DESERVE YOU!!! or I wouldn't have let myself get close to you. I know you're scared. I'm scared but...the signs, I HAVE read them and they're loud and clear. They have all led me to you and have kept me here...YOU have kept me here...the whole wrecking ball thing and you mentioning it just now after I heard that song this morning when I had been thinking similar thoughts about you just minutes before....but in a good way!!.....there is no one better. I don't want anyone else...God damn it Lee...I'm in love with you!!!!"

The sound of silence was deafening as Lee stood floored by your admission. His eyes were wide, locked into yours, tears streaming from them, his lips slightly parted and trembling.

"Yeah sooo, I think I'm gonna go to my car now." Gordon quietly said, putting his hands in his pockets and awkwardly shuffled off.

Lee's eyes fluttered as he teetered back a step and rubbed his chest.

"I...I have to go....I..."

He turned and quickly walked to the car, got in and left.

"Lee!!!" you shouted as you began to run after him, but your good old clumsiness in Britt's high heels got the better of you and down you went as your ankle turned.

"Damn it! Fuck!" you shouted as you sat on your rear, staring at your scraped bloody knee.

"Josie, are you alright?? Here, let me help you up." Gordon offered in concern as he came running back over, extending his hand down to you.

You instantly smacked his hand away. "Get away from me!"

"Ow! Hey what the hell was that for?? I am just trying to help you. At least let me give you a ride, it's starting to rain again."

"You've done enough! I wouldn't get in a car with you even if Michael Myers was running towards me with a knife." you quipped and took took your shoes off, hurling them at him.

Gordon ducked in panic as one whizzed past his head and the other hit him on the ass.

"Jesus! Suit yourself then, crazy bitch!!" he snarled and got in his car, then sped off.

You made your way up to stand, picked up your phone and then began hobbling back to the hotel, leaving the cursed shoes lie and swearing like a sailor under your breath as you tippy toed in your bare feet over the cold pavement.

Lee found the kid waiting outside for his car and returned it, thanked him and went back up to the room to change out of his torn and wet clothes. He thanked everyone for coming and told them all to stay and party on as he chugged down a drink, then made his way to the bedroom and tried to regroup.

"Damn it Lee, always your own worst enemy!" he mumbled to himself as he dressed into the attire he had brought for the next day. Staring at himself in the mirror as he combed his straggly hair back to a smooth natural state, all he could hear were your words echoing through his mind. "I'm in love with you."

Everything that was on the small vanity went crashing to the floor as Lee swiped it off in a fit of rage. He was so angry with himself for running away from you, instead of just telling you that he loved you too, the one thing he had sworn to himself earlier that he was going to do...and now he didn't know if he could fix this or even know how to. You had put your heart in his hands and he crushed it.

Lee rushed off to get his car and see if he could find you, hoping....praying he could salvage his relationship with you.

He stood under an umbrella waiting on the valet to bring his car around, when all of a sudden, there you were, standing in the rain, soaking wet, staring at him.

"Jo?"

Lee went to walk to you when the valet pulled his car up. You hurried over to the driver side and looked at Lee.

"Get in." you snapped and got in, slamming the door shut. Lee closed the umbrella, tossed it in the back seat and slowly got in, pulling the door shut with a light click. He then reached for the heat, cranked it up and pulled a blanket from the back, trying to give it to you.

"Here...you're freezing. Why didn't you come inside?"

"I'm fine." you snapped again and pushed the blanket away, then drove off back to go to the lake house.

Lee shamefully faced forward and left you alone as you both sat in silence for the majority of the drive. He couldn't take it anymore and turned on the radio.

You sarcastically chuckled under your breath, shaking your head as another sign sounded through the car.

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The tears were threatening to fall again, but you fought them back...until you couldn't anymore and hastily clicked the radio off.

Lee softly side eyed you, afraid to say anything as he screamed inside at himself for hurting you like this. He saw the glistening in your eyes and knew why it was there, for he recognized the sign too.

Midnight- The Lake House

You pulled into his driveway, parked the car and turned it off, then sat there watching the rain pour down the windshield.

After a few minutes passed of silence, Lee looked at you.

"I...I'm sorry Jo." he quietly said. "More than you could ever know."

You closed your eyes briefly as you sighed, then opened them, continuing to gaze out the window.

"You just left me there...." you whispered, refusing to look at him because you knew you would break if you did.

Lee hung his head in shame as he lightly gulped, knowing there were no words good enough to explain his behavior. Not even I'm sorry, like he already foolishly said.

You cleared your throat and wiped away an escaping tear, then stared down at your fidgeting hands.

Lee looked down at your anxious hands and then at you again, wishing you would turn to face him.

"There's a few things I wanted to let you know about. I was going to wait until tomorrow because I didn't want to lay any of this on you today of all days. Elizabeth was at the service. Britt saw her and made her leave. She also has a job now at the hospital. I saw her the other day when I went to see Britt. Both run ins were not pleasant. Then, when I was leaving the hospital, I saw Orlando there with his sister. She was laying into him pretty bad and he was extremely upset, so I had him come with me to the pub to talk to him. He told me all about what happened with his brother in law Jimmy. So...I just wanted you to know that I knew about it before Ethan blabbed it to you and that I was only trying to help Orlando. I wasn't keeping secrets from you, but I understand if you're upset with me about him. He was just in a bad way....and I need you to know that I have forgiven him for what he did to us and with Megan. I hope you will someday too because you've been friends for too many years to end it all over me whom you've only known a month now."

You kept your promise to Orlando and didn't tell Lee that he had confided in you about his father. That wasn't a secret, for Lee knew about what happened with Orlando's dad, but Orlando worried that it would upset Lee more than he already was with him to know he was telling you these kind of deep, emotional and personal things.

"Thank you for telling me. I am not upset with you. How could I be? You were helping someone out that was in need of a friend. You're such a beautiful person Jo and I love that about you. I'll tell you what I told Ethan tonight. Time means nothing. Loyalty means everything. I may have only known you a short while, but you've given me more kindness, honesty, understanding and compassion than many people I've known for years, or anyone I have ever known for that matter. You don't judge me, you listen, like really listen, and you believe in me."

"Jo, I know it's all just words, but you told me tonight that words are just as important as actions, so I want to give you both."

Lee slowly reached his hand to one of your nervous ones and gently clasped it, then leaned in, closed his eyes and whispered something by your ear.

"I love you Jo March. So much. I am crazy, head over heels in love with you."

Lee stayed where he was, opened his eyes and glided them up to you.

Your heart began to race as you finally faced him, stunned and goggle-eyed. His enamored and serious stare proved what his declaration of love. Your hand was no longer shaking and you brought it up to his face, tenderly stroking his lightly stubbled cheek. Lee closed his eyes and moved his face softly against your hand, as if your touch meant the world to him.

There was nothing now that was going to ruin this moment. You wouldn't let it if there was, for this time, you initiated the next move as you brought your mouth to his. As soon as your lips touched his, he slowly opened his mouth and finally, you both kissed.

Everything was so perfect. The peaceful sound of the rain dancing over the car, the scent of his skin and warm sweet breath under your nose, the feel of his velvety lips as they tenderly molded into yours, and the way he kissed you, like you were something so very delicate and precious.

A soft moan escaped his lips and delved into your mouth as the kiss became deeper, more passionate. Now that you had finally tasted him, you couldn't stop and neither could he. Each time your lips slightly parted, you both came right back in for more.

You could honestly say, you had never once in your life been kissed like that....and you could say the same for every time Lee had ever touched you.

His hand caressed your cheek as he softly pulled back to look at you...and at first, he was speechless with dazed and amazed eyes, as if his expectations of a first kiss with you had been tremendously exceeded. They certainly were for you. Nothing had ever felt so good, so right.

"Jo...I..."

You traced your thumb over his bottom lip, temporarily silencing him as you both gazed into each other's eyes.

"I...I don't want you to go." he said with such sad eyes.

"I don't want me to go either." you replied with a small grin.

Lee smiled and stroked the back of his fingers down your face, causing your butterflies to go crazy.

"Would you like to come inside then...I mean, just for some drinks. We can....talk...like you said. You could stay if you want...I...I have a very nice guest room."

"I..I would like that very much."

The relief on Lee's face was evident as he smiled again. He got the umbrella out and went around to your door. As you got out and stood under it with him, he looked down.

"Jo...you're not wearing any shoes? The ground is freezing. Hold this and come here."

He handed you the umbrella and then whisked you off of your feet and up into his arms.

"Jo...you're....you're my Lois Lane...and I want to be your superman."

Lee wasn't smiling. He was completely serious with a happiness in his eyes that you only saw when he looked at you.

"My own personal Clark Kent, but like, mega hotter. I'd like that very much." you replied, also in a serious tone.

The corner of Lee's mouth curled up as his eyes insanely smiled. He then carried you up to the front door and inside......

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youvegottohelpyourself · 1 year ago

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Blind Optimization

In this tweet John Carmack, “King of the Nerds” demonstrates a key error of the tech enthusiast mindset, the desire to “optimize” and “minmax” every aspect of life. No thought is given to what the repercussions of such optimizations may be as optimization is considered a good in and of itself. Consider what would actually happen if this were to be done. There are a minority of readers that for whatever reason, “get stuck” at a certain point, so in order to help them out you change things to cater to their tastes and abilities, and now more people can “pass” than before. Does this sound familiar to you? It should, as this is really just another popular argument with the terms switched around.

When standards of education are lowered to accommodate poor performing students at the expense of high performing ones, the tech bro cries out in pain (they’re very good at taking tests you see.) Yet when put in the position of the struggling reader they immediately want the bar lowered to cater to them. This makes sense as techbros don’t read. “Um, there’s no “alpha” in reading, ROI is too low, books are for midwits. I’ll read a summary of the most important points.” Anyway, the result of such a policy is a watering down of the book, an erasure of artistic intent, and general homogenization to cater to the lowest common denominator.

For example, consider the works of Shakespeare. It turns out that reading the archaic English of Shakespeare is quite difficult for the uninitiated. Perhaps Carmack might suggest that we allow an AI “translate” Shakespeare into modern English so it is more accessible to the casual reader. This simplification of language would kill part of what makes Shakespeare unique and worth reading in the first place.

The desire for optimization is really just another manifestation of the cardinal sin of the tech enthusiast’s mindset, that of “quantity > quality.” More people are reading our books now! That must be a good thing right? It doesn’t even cross Carmack’s mind that not all readers are equal and that while you might have lost 1000 fewer readers in total, those you did lose were the best among them. Carmack's approach is entirely incorrect, it should actually be the opposite. There should be more people getting “stuck,” and if anything you should be writing to the tastes of those that don't get stuck. But hey, while we’re at it why stop with “getting stuck”? Let’s try to increase, rather than maintain our readership! The most popular selling books of the modern era include 50 Shades of Gray and Harry Potter, so we should take some notes.

“Well Mr. Carmack, our AI model says that reader engagement is quite low at this point… it recommends we should throw in an S&M sex scene?”

“Genius! We can follow it up with an epic wizard duel…”

”Uh sir, isn’t this a historical novel about the Battle of the Alamo…?”

#writing #literature #john carmack #my diary #tech #tech bros #elitism #essay

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rey-townsend · 6 months ago

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Every now and then, Neylani liked to remind herself why her quest to find a companion in the world had-- for the most part-- dried up a few years back. Dating already wasn't easy, but she had the added speedbumps of basically being Greywood's universal "Auntie Ney" to all of its occupants. Which was not to say anything she looked down upon-- in fact, the woman coveted this role and took it on with great reverence, because she cared about this city and the people within, she loved to be the pillar of strength they turned to. However...

It did make her options rather scarce. The only male to show interest wasn't even true interest-- just a mockery of her position of power and a built in insolence to spit in the face of anyone cutting into his own self-destruction. And that, clearly, wasn't of any interest to her. Even if things turned desperate, she would rather her lady bits shrivel up and fall off than ever forget her own self-worth by stooping to be with someone who held zero respect for her. Besides, if all she wanted was sex, she could have had that by now. Her sights were a little more serious-- she expected more from prospects, and made that known from the start. It's normally why whatever dates she did go on, never really went beyond that first night. Many men were in no rush to settle down; they dated casually, so they could have all their spoils without the commitment. That was fine, of course, as there were plenty women around with similar mindset to indulge them. Just not Neylani. And this was all assuming that these men got over those initial hurdles of seeing her as anything more than a source of reliable comfort and safety, rather than a serious mating prospect.

Ney hid a smile behind her glass, her own thoughts somewhat amusing as she kept an ear open to everything Gabe rambled on about. It wasn't that she was disappointed that Gabe was yet another who saw her more as his personal therapist-- he was on the younger side, truly, and clearly an absolute mess in his own confusing love woes. But the fact their conversation had divulged so quickly into him essentially seeking advice instead of seeing her as one of these "woman who scared him" or made him "shy and flustered", as was her experience with most these men in town, simultaneously amused the sheriff and made her cringe inwardly. Was it her face or attitude? Perhaps both. Couldn't be her hair, it was always perfect. Her proudest feature! She'd literally punch anyone in the face if they dared to ever say otherwise. Hmm... Maybe she should ease up on her drinks tonight. As a wolf, her tolerance for alcohol was high but Sabor churned out liquor specifically catered to enhance her species' experience faster and longer, so even the two she's had thus far were already spreading on a warm glow.

"No," Neylani shook her head to decline another drink, tapping her finger on the brim of the one before her, "I'm still nursing this one, thank you." Her stare wandered around the patrons of the distillery, it being simply habit by now to keep eyes and ears open for any problems, even on her off hours. "It'd be considered an ingredient, some drinks need use of milk or heavy cream, like a White Russian or Mudslides," she commented, those two coming to mind first. "But if all you wanted was some milk, I doubt the bartenders would have any problem with it. You might just get a weird look." The longer she sat there with Gabe, the more of her clothes seemed to come back on. When Ney first arrived, she had removed her shawl to show off her bare shoulders and bust, but her off-shoulder straps had been pushed up instead and now that shawl came to wrap about her slim figure, hiding away underneath it. Her luck with this kind of stuff wasn't any better than Gabe's, really, yet she would still offer advice as if otherwise. "You shouldn't let yourself be so intimidated by women, we can see it immediately," the sheriff informed the male, offering a smile. "You know the age-old adage of 'fake-it-til-you-make-it' is true. All any of us really want is some respect and effort. Those two things," she wiggled two fingers in the air before plucking up her glass again, "will get you a long way in the game, trust me." It's not like these were trade secrets-- men just really didn't care to pay any attention. Taking a sip, she sat the glass down once more and rested her chin in her palm, offering the younger man her full attention. "So, what young lady did you have your eye on? I probably know her." Well, she made it a point to know all the inhabitants of Greywood.

Location: Sabor de Flores Time: 00:37 Status: Open to anyone!

The green haired male had been talking without taking a break for at least 4 minutes, talking in detail about how he lost both his parents at a young age, how he has no memory of them and how he feels disconnected to his roots and culture. It was the kind of conversation you would usually hear at a therapists office but instead it was at a bar. Gabe wasn't usually the type to trauma dump on the person sitting next to him but he was 9 tequilas deep and wasn't taking the time to process his thoughts - just letting them carelessly spill out of his mouth like he was in a casual conversation.

"So that's why I'm scared of women - don't get me wrong I love women. They just all seem to know how to make me flustered and shy without even trying. Mommy issues, am I right?" He let out a small laugh and knocked back his drink, "I feel like I owe you about 10 drinks now... you want another?" After he gestured to the empty glass in front of his companion he leaned on the bar with his elbows, holding his face in his hands, "Have you ever seen anyone order milk at a bar before? Or just like... orange juice? That's crazy those are breakfast drinks. Is milk a drink or an ingredient?"

#gabe x neylani #sorry this got so long lol #and sorry meant to reply to your starter days ago but i'm late to the party

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esse-writing · 3 years ago

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Jealous

Billy Russo x reader

Warnings : smut, enemies to lovers, Billy being a dick, slightly manipulative and dark Billy, but very little, possessive Billy, slight pubblic sex, swearing, unprotected sex, oral (f)

18+, minors do not interact!

A huge thank you to @whor-3-crux for sending me this request and making me dream about enemies to lovers with Billy Russo 🥰

Being a woman in a man dominated field has always been difficult, but your father made it a lot easier. Even if you were his first and only child, he never forced you to take over the family business, you joined voluntarily, loving it more than your dad could ever imagine.

Your firm has always been the strongest and most respected company in New York, providing military and personal security services all around the states.

Things started to change when Billy Russo entered the scene. Your father was not worried when he heard about an ex-marine founding his new business, believing it was destined to end as quick as it started; he never thought the military to be smart enough to become competition, but he was wrong. Billy proved himself to be brilliant and capable, and his connection as an ex-marine came in handy, providing him with a bunch of skilled ex soldiers working for him. His past as a marine was impressive, 134 confirmed kills and 3 tours in Iraq, but that was not what made Anvil so successful; Billy was charming and he gained buyers’ trust easily.

For the first couple of years he mostly worked in Iraq and Afghanistan. But then he started renting facilities to Homeland, getting more and more private contracts in New York. You really started worrying when you met him during a convention; he was so charismatic, so passionate and determined in getting what he wanted, and that made you realize just how dangerous he was.

He walked to you with a big smirk, his hand shaking yours first, and then your father’s. He knew who you were and he was never disrespectful; he was arrogant, demanding, pompous and vain, but never disrespectful. He always listened carefully during your presentations, he saw you as a real threat, and deep down he even admired you.

When you received the call inviting you and your father at the inauguration of Billy’s new facility you were feral. “It’s normal business courtesy, my dear, we always do the same.” That’s what your dad told you, along with “You’re gonna have to attend alone, I’ll be in Chicago that day.” You internally pouted and whined for the entire week; you didn’t want to confront him alone. He was more reverential with your dad, an old habit from the marine to respect the elderly, but when you were alone he was unbearable. Smitten, trying to gain every drop of information he could, casually mentioning every little success he had.

But the public image of a company was definitely crucial, and your father didn’t want him to think you were rude, or worse afraid, so here you are now, sitting in the first line, spotting Billy and his partner Frank standing next to each other before walking up the stage. He always looked so confident and calm, his hair perfectly styled back, his figure tall and dominant in those tailored suits.

He liked to be the center of attention, he was comfortable and bold while speaking in front of all those people, and he had everyone hanging on his words.

You hated him, he was a pain in your ass, a threat for your family business, a cocky bastard that took every chance he had to tease you and overpower you, but oh if you loved his voice. It felt like velvet, smooth and captivating, you could listen to him for hours. He was also the most attractive man you’ve ever met, which made this whole hating him thing very difficult.

You’re now standing next to the catering, chatting with Patrick. You were ready to leave as soon as the presentation ended when he approached you; you’ve known each other for a couple of years, he’s the son of one of your dad’s dearest friends and he’s now taking over the company, specialized in bulletproof vests. Your relationship was not only strictly professional, he was a dear friend. He understood how difficult it was to be taken seriously by older people, even when you had experience and knowledge.

He’s laughing at your whispered comment about Mr. Brown falling asleep and snoring during the speech, his hand on your shoulder as he tries to compose himself, when you hear someone clearing their throat behind you. You slowly turn, meeting Billy’s dark eyes.

“Y/L/N, so glad you made it. You all alone?” he smiles, his gaze moving between you and Patrick.

“My father couldn’t make it today, but i know how to find company” you smile tightly as you gesture towards the tall man at your side.

“Patrick Jensen, from Jensen Enterprise. Pleasure to meet you” Billy shakes his hand, staring at him “Yes, I know how you are, the pleasure is all mine”

Mr. Jensen calls his son, smiling kindly at you from a couple of feet away as he chatters with possible buyers. Patrick excuses himself before leaving you alone with Billy.

“I didn’t know your contract with Jensen included fucking each other, your dads must be so proud” your eyes widen at his comment. Russo is a dick, but he’s never been so personal and offensive. You’re taken aback for a moment, before looking up at him.

“I didn’t know your contract with Homeland included you fucking Madami, you must be so proud of yourself.” you smile at him, leaving your flute on the table behind you before walking away.

You envied Madami, she was confident, strong, sure of her potential. And she was hot, probably the hottest woman you’ve ever met, so you were not surprised when you spotted her and Billy out in a pub a couple of weeks before. You knew part of your jealousy towards her was because she was sleeping with Billy, something you deep down craved but that you never had the courage to admit yourself.

You join Patrick and his dad, shaking hands and forcing smiles to the men in front of you. This is definitely the worst part of your job; you’ve never been a people’s person, you’re more the type to watch the training session, or even to stay in the office, going through buyers and sellers to find the best offer. But this, this whole circus of false smiles was never something you liked. So you feel exhausted when you meet Patrick in the closet, thanking him when he keeps your coat open for you. You slide in it, hugging him goodbye when you move back to take your purse.

You’re suddenly dragged into an empty room, your wrists above your head as your back slams against the wall. You yelp in pain, your leg up to kick at the aggressor but Billy’s hand is quick to stop your knee from colliding with his stomach.

“Pretty feisty I see” he smirks “It’s very rude to fuck at someone else’s convention, don’t you think? Also, I thought you had better taste”

“You are completely out of your mind, Russo. Who I fuck is not your business, so let go of me”

He smirks, releasing your wrists, his hands moving down the sides of your body, trapping you between the wall and his hard chest.

“Got a pretty mouth on you, mh?” he leans closer, his hands brushing your waist through your coat “You were gonna leave without saying goodbye to the host? So rude darling” he grins, slightly shaking his head as he looks down at you.

“Goodbye” you huff, pushing his arm away and walking to the door. He grabs your hips, bringing you back against his body, pressing hard against you.

“Don’t think this is a proper goodbye” he whispers against your ear, making you shiver “Been trying to get some alone time with you for months. But you’re always at your dad’s side, aren’t you? And now that he’s not here, that Jensen guy has the gut to have his hands all over you” his nose brushes against your neck, a quiet moan leaving your mouth as he kisses your sweet spot.

You snap out of your trance, moving away from his body and turning back to look up at him.

“What the hell are you doing? This is unbelievable.” you scoff, a nervous smile forming on your lips as you step back “I don’t care if your cute Homeland agent is not here to warm your dick, leave me alone”

His brows raise as he slightly moves his chin up, looking at you with a smirk. “You jealous, little one? A little bit hypocrite of you to care about who I sleep with when you’ve been hooking up with that blonde, up thight assh-” you cut him off, raising your voice “I didn’t have sex with Patrick, stop saying that!”

He’s leaning closer, pushing you back against the wall with a smirk “What was that, pretty girl?”

“I said I didn’t sleep with Patrick, we’re just friends.” you say, your voice softer as you look down at your shoes. He hums, uttering a “good girl” before moving his face closer to yours. You clench at his words, freezed in your spot as he brushes his nose against your jaw. “Been planning this for months. I had to hack into your dad’s agenda to find a date when he was gonna leave town so I could get you all for myself. You’ve been playing very difficult to get, little one” he’s trailing kisses down your neck as he speaks. You’re weak on your legs, gripping his jacket tight to keep your balance.

He hacked into your father's personal agenda, you know your company has a better security system but you still wonder if he got his hands on other files. You should be worried, you should push him away and run home, but his words only make you shiver in anticipation, your heart racing as his sweet, smooth voice embraces you.

“The first time I saw you I thought you were the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen. But when you got on stage and presented your new project I got so hard I had to jerk myself in the bathroom.” he grunts, his hands moving up your shoulders to slide your coat off as you move your fingers under his jacket, brushing against his shirt. “Such a smart little thing, aren’t you? Can’t wait for you to be mine, we’ll be unstoppable together”

His mouth works wonders on your skin, making your panties dump in a matter of seconds as you clench his shirt into your fists, bringing him closer. “Billy…”

“Mh? You’re gonna be a good girl and let me have a taste of this sweet cunt?”

You can’t help the loud moan that escapes your mouth, and you’d be embarrassed by it if you weren’t so focused on his hot body against yours. You nod slightly, moving your face up to meet his as he moves back. He smirks, his hand cupping your cheek as his thumb brushes against your bottom lip.

“I’ve been wanting you for so long. I wanted to do this properly, taking you out, courting you as you deserve. But I got so fucking mad when I saw those prick’s hands on you. You’re mine” he groans before leaning down to finally brush his lips against yours.

He’s impressively delicate, kissing your bottom lip and gently tugging at it before sliding his tongue into your mouth, claiming you hungrily.

You feel drunk, his smell making your head dizzy, his mouth taking away every last bit of resistance in your body before you let yourself go. You lean up against him, your fingers brushing up his neck, nails scratching his skin and making him moan into your mouth. You kiss him back fervently as he bends down slightly and moves his hands on the back of your thighs, picking you up. He moves around, settling you down on a desk as you start unbuttoning his shirt. He moves his face back, smirking against your lips as you pout, his hands sliding up and down your legs till he reaches the zip of your skirt. He kisses you one last time before bending down, a peck on your knee as he throws your skirt away.

You try to close your legs, embarrassed by the way you just wet your panties but he keeps them open, his eyes dark as he looks down at you, leaning to kiss your navel through the lace, moaning loudly.

“So fucking wet for me, look at her. Been wanting me too, darling? Dreamed about fucking me in my office?” he smirks, leaving another kiss to your clothed clit when you nod, your cheeks red as you bite your lip.

“Such a good girl” he groans, pushing the fabric away, pulling you closer, your ass against the edge of his desk as he moves your legs on his shoulders. He looks up at you, his eyes dark as he waits for your consent, and you nod again. “Words, darling” he chuckles, his thumb brushing against your thigh.

“Please Billy, I want you.” you whimper. It’s the only reassurance he needs before he spits on your clit, wrapping his mouth around it as you moan loudly, your hand in his hair to keep him close.

He eats at your pussy like a man starved, his long, thick fingers teasing at your entrance as he sucks on your bud, making you clench your legs around his head.

You’re a moaning mess, bucking your hips against his face as he pushes two long digits inside of you, curling them till he finds your sweet spot, making you cry. “Right there, little girl?” he’s smirking, his face wet from your juices. He’s so fucking proud of himself when he has you cumming and clenching around him, his fingers pushing deep inside you as he opens you up. He keeps lapping at your cunt till you push him away, overstimulated, and his eyes lock with yours as he grins, kissing your leg before standing back up. He keeps his fingers inside you, slightly curling them, and he kisses you hard, making you moan as you taste yourself on his lips.

You keep him close by his hair, your legs wrapping around his hips as you push him against your body. He moves his hands away from your pussy, making you whimper as he starts unbuttoning his pants, pushing them down in one single motion. You reach down to wrap your hand around his cock, gasping against his mouth as you start jerking him. “Big” you whimper, your thumb sliding against his tip before you bring it up to your lips, moaning at his taste.

His eyes are dark on you, feral as he claims your mouth again, stroking himself briefly before pushing inside you, your eyes locked together as you both moan loudly.

“Mine” he growls, moving his mouth on your shoulder, biting down slightly as he starts rocking into you, slow hard thrust pushing you against the cold glass of his desk. You move your hands under his open shirt, scratching at his torso as you moan.

Billy groans louder, his pace picking up as you start marking his skin. His mouth is back on yours, swallowing every sounds coming out of you as he fucks harder into you.

“So good for me, little one. All mine” he moves his thumb between your bodies, circling your clit slowly, grinning as you clench around him, spasming and moaning through your orgasm. He’s following you soon after, his mouth sucking at your neck as he thrust a couple of times inside you before filling you up.

You’re both panting, trying to catch your breath. You stay like this for a couple of minutes before he moves his face away from your neck, looking down at you with a boyish smile.

“Can I take you out on a date?”

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69misato69 · 3 years ago

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Clumsy (Ayato x Thoma One Shot) ✦ 2k, smut

Ayato decides to tease Thoma during an important work meeting. Thoma loves being degraded, dominant and rough Ayato. This is my first time writing top Ayato so show some mercy

Top Kamisato Ayato x Bottom Thoma

content warnings: verbal degradation, slight pain kink, mention of breeding, consensual non-safe sex, oral sex, anal sex, spit as lube

writer's note: explicit +18 content, please view at your own risk. thank you, have fun !

Ayato stood at the kitchen door, carefully watching Thoma’s every move until the housekeeper noticed his presence and turned back with a smile. “Almost ready, Waka.”

The commissioner walked up to the counter, wrapping his arms around Thoma’s waist, “No need to rush. You really outdid yourself today.” Thoma’s hands twitched with the sudden contact and praise, almost causing him to knock down the teapot. Ayato, aware of his impact, placed a wet kiss on the housekeeper’s pale neck.

Thoma stopped arranging the tray, holding onto the counter as the kisses trailed up and down. Ayato pressed his hips into him, eyeing the bulge forming on the blonde’s crotch from over his shoulder.

“W—waka, not now, please. You said this was important.” Thoma objected, though not pulling away from the young master’s arms. He was already getting hard, head fuzzy from working all day to properly cater to Ayato’s guests. To his surprise, the master pulled away in agreement, “Mhm, I suppose that’s right. After the tea though, you’re mine.”

“Yessir.” Thoma chuckled, trying to distract himself from his erection begging to be taken care of. Ayato turned back before leaving the kitchen, “Come now, Thoma. We don’t want to keep them waiting, do we?”

Thoma ruffled his clothes anxiously, “Uh…could you give me a minute so I can… settle down.” he looked at Ayato in desperation, only to find him smirking mischievously. “The tea’s getting cold. We should end on a positive note, so run along.”

Thoma’s eyes widened, “But…you just said no need to rush.” The young master’s slender silhouette disappeared behind the door as his chuckle echoed inside, “Can’t I change my mind? I am the commissioner after all.”

Thoma, now left alone with his thoughts, tried to regain composure. He twisted his belt in an attempt to hide the bulge, feeling dangerously self-conscious as he picked up the tray and marched inside.

Ayato peaked at Thoma for a mere second before bursting into laughter at his awkward walk, though expertly disguising it as a cough aimed at his long sleeve. The housekeeper’s cheeks were flushed with stress and embarrassment.

He approached the other end of the table first, serving tea to the head of a well-known family from Kannazuka. <<I think I’m in the clear now.>> Thoma thought to himself, unfortunately making the mistake of speaking too soon. He felt Ayato’s foot rub against his shin from under the table, hastily making his way up to Thoma’s inner thigh.

Ayato didn’t even look aware of Thoma’s presence, instead staring forward and calmly carrying out the conversation. The current state of Inazuma and the upcoming festival, how could he be so casual about everything when Thoma felt like he was about to evaporate?

He lifted the teacup, hands shaky as he brought it in front of the man sitting across from Ayato. Just as he was about to put it down, he felt the harsh tip of Ayato’s shoe against his balls, finally crumbling and spilling the tea all over the man’s lap.

Loud gasps filled the room as the family members shuffled around to pat down the fabric. Thoma, almost paralyzed, turned his gaze onto Ayato to find the young master with an evil smirk on his lips. Coming back to his senses, he started to apologize over and over again to all the members until the man cut him off.

“Enough! Commissioner, this is simply unacceptable.” he pointed down on his cream-coloured suit, now painted red-brownish. “My sincerest apologies. Thoma’s usually very well-behaved, I don’t know what’s gotten into him.”, the innuendos spilt out of Ayato’s mischievous lips. His smirk had now faded to a size that only Thoma could sense, everyone else too caught up in their own ordeal.

The man picked up another tissue, fighting the stain that was already dried off in exaggeration and annoyance, “These peasants from the village, you can never teach them proper manners.”

Ayato’s eyes shone silver, brows furrowing while he got up from his seat. “I believe it’s best that you leave, thank you for your visit.” he spoke firmly. Members of the clan glared at him in utter confusion. “I…don’t understand. Is there a problem?”

Ayato fixed his coat and headed for the door, everyone else following his lead and exchanging glances. “I don’t take it lightly when someone offends the members of my household. Everyone in the clan is immensely valuable to me. Have a safe trip home.” Ayato stated, opening the door as Thoma watched from the corner.

“I apologize, Commissioner. We shall take our leave then. Please send our regards to Miss Ayaka as well.” the clan left stunned, Ayato shut the door and turned to Thoma with a smile. “Now then, I believe we had some plans in place.” He walked towards the housekeeper, backing him up against the wall by the hips as if nothing happened.

Thoma stared at him, wide-eyed and speechless. Ayato cupped his reddened cheeks with a hint of fake concern, “Is something wrong, Thoma?” His hands trailed down to the housekeeper’s shoulders, brushing against the exposed window on his chest. “You…kicked them out.”

Ayato chuckled, “I suppose I did. They were a little too uptight for my taste.” He leaned forward, pressing his lips against the boy’s gently. Still unable to process the sudden changes in emotion, Thoma eventually surrendered to the soft lips, hands finding their way around Ayato’s neck as the kiss deepened.

Thoma parted his mouth, allowing the young master’s tongue to roam freely. He could feel the blood rushing to his face and crotch simultaneously, grinding his hips without realizing. They kissed passionately until they were breathless, coming up for air with chests heaving. “Let me see.” Ayato tugged on his shirt.

Thoma obeyed, quickly getting rid of his cropped jacket and the shirt underneath. Ayato grabbed his sides, examining him in awe, “Beautiful.” He dove in to leave kisses all over Thoma’s collarbones, biting and nibbling at the sensitive skin as the boy moaned softly.

Ayato’s hands reached under his thighs, lifting up the housekeeper and carrying him to the table. “Waka… I’m really sorry about what I did.” Thoma gazed down on the floor. Ayato chuckled, “Why are you apologizing? I was the one torturing you, no?”

No answer. His cheeks turned redder by the second. Ayato lifted his chin and moved closer, “Ah, I see. You liked it, didn’t you?” he asked sinisterly. Thoma nodded lightly, trying to avert his eyes in embarrassment.

Ayato harshly grabbed his chin, eliciting a gasp as the blonde had no choice but to look at him, “Answer me properly, Thoma. Was that humiliation in front of everyone not enough? Seems like you want more.” He did want more, and he did enjoy it. It remained unspoken between the two, but they were both aware of the magnetism, the hold Ayato had over Thoma, and how he always caved in, fully at his young master’s mercy.

“I liked it, Waka, but…what he called me was…” Thoma broke his silence but was unsure what to say next. Ayato’s expression changed, his blue eyes beaming warmly onto Thoma’s skin. “Mhm…I agree. No one can talk down to you like that but me.” Ayato removed the rest of the blonde’s clothes, “Especially when you were being such a good boy.”

Thoma’s cock sprung out, no longer painfully strained inside his pants as he sighed in relief. Ayato laid him down on his back, head to the edge of the table as he stood behind him. “Running errands and serving them all day, what would I do without you?” he began to lower his pants, giving his cock a few firm tugs while Thoma watched hungrily. “I messed up at the end though.” he joked, grabbing onto his own thighs to keep himself from jumping at the young master.

“Tsk. That’s because you’re a slut, couldn’t keep your dick soft for fifteen more minutes.” Ayato positioned himself towards the blonde’s lips, so close yet purposefully not making contact. Thoma looked up at him with half-lidded eyes and lustfully parted lips, begging and yearning to be filled.

Ayato slowly pushed inside, eliciting a light moan when he hit the base of his mouth. Thoma wrapped his lips around the shaft, adapting rather quickly even though the angle was very unsatisfactory. He arched his back, throwing his head towards the edge to take Ayato up into his throat. The young master swiftly pinned him to the table by the neck, unable to stop a low grunt from escaping his mouth.

“Such a clever puppy.” he praised sarcastically. Thoma whimpered, rolling his tongue and sucking Ayato in with every passing moment. His pastel blue locks draped over their bodies as the young master spat on his fingers and leaned forward. He teased circles around the hole, muffled whines spilling over his dick from Thoma’s lips.

“Do you want it?” Ayato asked slyly. Thoma nodded, making affirmative sounds eagerly. His lower body was squirming with every bit of movement, the saliva making his hole smooth and sensitive to the touch. Ayato retracted his fingers in an instant, “Make me cum, then.” he ordered. Thoma looked up desperately, tears pooling around his eyes. Ayato spanked his upper thigh abruptly, leaving a red, burning handprint behind, “What are you waiting for? Want me to fuck your mouth into the table?”

Thoma attempted to change positions, rising on his elbows only to get knocked down with a loud thud. He cried out at the sharp pain spreading all along his spine. “Who said you could get up?” Ayato moved to the side slightly, only to find Thoma red and sweaty, tears rolling down from his cheeks.

A mean grin took over his face, even just watching Thoma struggle so hard to please him was infinitely satisfying. His pretty lips all stretched out, throat getting violated as Thoma diligently kept going, gagging and choking; saliva, precum and tears coating his beautiful face.

It wasn’t long before Ayato anchored himself to the back of Thoma’s throat, holding onto his chest and releasing all the way down with a low moan. He pulled away slowly, cum dribbling down Thoma’s chin as he scooped up all that he couldn’t swallow. He looked up at Ayato shamelessly, licking his fingers clean like a parched dog.

The young master yanked him by the hair to get him on his feet. “You’re disgusting, filthy animal.” he spat out and bent Thoma over the table as a hysteric chuckle escaped his lips. Already euphoric, yet can’t wait to handle more.

Ayato pushed one finger in, finding him looser than expected. He didn’t waste much time before moving onto the second as Thoma’s moans got louder and louder, he pushed back onto the digits, squirming and grinding onto the table.

Ayato separated Thoma’s frail thighs further, his cock hard again already and still coated with a thick layer of saliva, poised at the boy’s stretched entrance. He wrapped both of his arms fully around Thoma’s upper body and pushed in, not allowing the housekeeper to collapse on the table. Ayato held him close, drilling him deeper with harsh and hasty thrusts. No mercy and no rhythm, he knew very well what Thoma was craving.

He held onto the young master’s arms, eyesight blurry and pupils barely in place. His tongue stuck out of his mouth, spit pouring all over the table. Incoherent words and loud moans filled the room. “My dear Thoma. Such a pretty toy.” Ayato cooed in his ear.

Thoma threw his head back, spine arched so he could get some friction on his sweet stop. “Am I your favorite, Waka?”

Ayato got the message loud and clear, holding onto the housekeeper’s round hips and thrusting deep into his prostate. “Yes you are. Perfect for me. Look how fucking tight you are.” Thoma rubbed his face on Ayato’s neck, squirming and whining as his slender fingers wrapped around his dick.

A fireball lit on Thoma’s belly, burning brighter with every pump as he got closer to his climax. “I—I’m close.” he murmured, hearing Ayato say “Go ahead.”, muffled through the sudden blockage on his ear drums as ropes of cum shot all over the table.

He didn’t even have a second to ride it out before Ayato grabbed him by the hair and slammed his face on the table coated in his own cum. He was also drawing near. Thoma cried out, his whole body rocked against the table with Ayato’s animalistic thrusts.

The young master lifted his head off the table slightly, leaning in to mewl in his ear, “A cumdump is all you are. A dog to breed so my seed doesn’t go to waste. Get it, hm?” Thoma was absolutely wasted, desperate to have Ayato for himself. “Y—yes Waka. I want it…all of it. Make me yours, pl—ngh please I’m begging you.”

Thoma absolutely adored how mean he was, the way he treated him as a worthless piece of shit. Everyone in the estate was always praising him for his work, and behind closed doors Ayato was treating him like a mindless slave.

Thoma didn’t understand why, but all that went through his mind was how freeing it felt when Ayato spilled inside him, pouring every last drop with his cock buried deep within.

They stayed in the same position, breaths returning to normal as they wore out the high together. Ayato pulled out gently, leaving small kisses all over the blonde’s back and ruffling his hair, “You did great, Thoma.”

He helped the boy up, his limbs still loose and abused to their full extent. Thoma bent down to reach for his shirt and instead stumbled onto the floor on his back. Ayato chuckled, climbing onto his lap and nuzzling his nose in the housekeeper’s neck affectionately. “You really are clumsy today.”

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alicepao13 · 1 year ago

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Yeah, that bothers me. I mean, I don’t have some kind of “Kommissar Rex Fan Club Who Also Watch Hudson and Rex” so I can’t speak for everyone, but from my personal experience, (and that is of a person who has watched Kommissar Rex, the Italian Rex, and now Hudson and Rex, and in general I’m someone who in real life doesn’t think that people should necessarily have a significant other to be happy), I feel like the show has gotten better as the relationship between Charlie and Sarah has evolved. And I have friends who have watched both the original and Hudson and Rex more casually who say the same. But maybe he needs to come over on tumblr and check it out lol. No hate, though. If anyone can have opinions about the show, it should be the actors playing the characters. That shows they care, I’m just not sure they see the full spectrum of their fandom.

I won't ever root for Charah to take over the show. However, this is not what’s happening, and they could have inserted a few more meaningful moments between them and it still wouldn’t have happened. As for “a very clever way to build it into the story” I'll have to disagree. Not only was it a very tried and tested by many crime shows before them way, (slow build up, flirting, won’t admit their feelings even to themselves, enter third person, one of them realizes their feelings too late, pining, eventual confession), but it was also kinda lacking in execution. Moreover, in trying to cater to those who potentially wouldn’t like Charah becoming canon, the writers committed the ultimate sin (according to who? To all the shippers everywhere) and skipped every single “first” a relationship could have: first kiss, first date, first... sex? makeout? I’m not sure this show would have given us either. Anyway, we had to content ourselves with the makeout session in the first episode of season 5, which was good, I’m not saying it wasn’t, but we missed all the rest. And from this interview I’m taking a guess that there’s not going to be a first “I love you” either.

#hudson and rex #holy shit I need to stop writing about it and just embrace the fact that this is the best they can do #except for the times where they show me they can do better lmao #I kinda wonder though #if they thought that fans didn't want charah I'm curious as to why they made them canon #and also if they thought that fans didn't want charah where do they think the 'charah' portmanteau came from lol #last time I checked antis don't name ships

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aquaticstyles · 4 years ago

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to do list

hi everyone! i know it’s early, but i stayed up all night writing and simply couldn’t wait to post. 4.8k of some bf!harry ahead (including my first attempt at smut... pls feel free to tell me if it sucks). of course, reblogs + feedback make my heart soar 💓💕💖💘💗💞

You think the scene before you cannot be real. Without a doubt, you must be dreaming, sleepwalking, eyes still seeing through a rose-colored, innocent hue that can only belong to your imagination.

Dew drops cling onto freshly cut blades of emerald grass, spray-painting the ground in a silver cast, sparkling, glistening. Birds sing a perfectly pitched hymn, their orchestra being the gentle whistle of the wind that rustles the branches of the trees in your backyard, new with springtime buds the bees generously catered to. There are the roses, sitting pretty in their beds, still slightly drooping from their abandonment of the glowing mass in the atmosphere, pouting in velvet pink. A dragonfly brushes past the French doors in front of you, and you swear you notice it's hesitation, almost tempted by the glass, almost fooled by the facade, almost daring to dart into the comfort of your home, blocked off by the rest of the outside world. Then there's a lone butterfly, fluttering, strikingly contrasting against the green with its pompous red wings outlined intricately in black ink. The sun rises slowly over her horizon, sluggishly being pulled on a string by an invisible hand buried beneath bundles of clouds pocketed throughout the sky turning more blue as each second ticks by. Watercolor, drops of salmon and peach twirling about one another, accidentally on purpose creating an orange hue to the world below, that is now waking again, a fresh start, a new day.

You simply must be dreaming.

Picking apart the clementine you had selected as your sunrise viewing snack, you watch the scene before you unfold, a rubix cube solving itself before your very own eyes. Sweet and sour juices cascade down your throat, and you notice the uncanny resemblance the fruit in your palm mirrors to the morning. You know the picturesque serenity will soon fade away, turning sour as children awake from their slumbers and car engines are started back up again, but you enjoy the sweet while it remains.

Startling you from your daze, you feel a warm body suddenly press up against your backside, arms encircling your waist, cold palms resting against your exposed stomach, creating a valley of goosebumps in their wake. You relax immediately into his touch, snuggling into him and sighing as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

"Your hands are freezing," you whisper to him, careful not to disturb nature.

Without a word, he smooths his palms up and down the skin of your tummy in a fast pace in hopes of warming them. After doing so for a couple seconds, now satisfied with the new temperature, he sinks his hands cheekily beneath the band of your underwear, fingertips resting on each hip, using your cotton panties as a blanket.

You almost snicker at his antics, but choose instead to offer him the last piece of your fruit, hovering it over where you imagine his mouth to be near your shoulder. He happily accepts your donation, chapped lips wrapping around your two fingers, a tongue darting out momentarily, teasingly. Out of the corner of your eye you see a smirk fall upon his face as he munches on the fruit, the deep crevice of a dimple forming for only a second. You focus your gaze back on the sun, who has already risen significantly higher in the few minutes Harry had stolen your attention.

As if to thank you for orange, Harry presses a kiss to your skin, then decides after five seconds that one was not enough, for you feel his lips drag across the expanse of your bare shoulder, making their way to the base of your neck. A sticky residue of juice is left behind as his tongue licks your skin, sucking, nipping, biting, causing your eyes to flutter shut and an appreciative hum to rise from the back of your throat. Your head tilts back, allowing the man showing you his love more access. His palms move from their previous shelter underneath your panties, a single finger ghosting up your skin, poking your bellybutton, until it moves beneath the thin tank top you're sporting, tracing the valley of your chest. Two palms encase your breasts, massaging slowly, and your nipples pebble beneath the all-too-familiar touch. Humming again, you get lost in the way Harry has encased you in your third dream of the day.

"You're bein' nice. Should give you a piece of my orange more often," you snicker as Harry flicks your nipple once before encircling his arms around your waist again, hugging you, sinking into your quicksand. He gently sways the two of you, molten together like two pieces of chocolate underneath a beachy sun, one silhouette.

"Mmm..." he hums, and you know he's about to say something else as he presses one final peck beneath your ear, resting his chin back on your shoulder.

A few minutes pass by in silence, and you patiently await the first mumblings of your boyfriend, expecting the special, raspy voice that belongs to early Harry. Unlike the rasp that occurs after a show, or the rasp after a bitter fight, this one is your favorite, because you're the only one who gets to hear it. You're the only one that gets his mornings.

"Wanna have sex?"

You blink at the sudden abrupt and blunt statement interrupting your sentimental thinking. Chuckling softly at your two contrasting mindsets, you tease him, "Bored already? It's not even 7 yet."

"Not bored," Harry lifts his head, pretending to be shocked at your accusation as he spins your body around in his arms so he can finally get a good look at you. He notices the smile already plastered on your face as you turn into view, and he thinks that he would do anything to capture you in this moment and keep it locked away in his chest forever. "Jus' wanna have sex with you. Love havin' sex with you."

You run your hands up Harry's bare chest and begin to fiddle with the chain hanging around his neck, thumbing over the plated cross that has ironically swung over you countless times, "Gotta check this off the to do list?"

You're only joking, but the sudden frown that washes over Harry's face makes you think he didn't pick up on that. Suddenly ever-so-serious, creases form between his brow, "Sex with you is never something to just mark off my to do list."

"No?" you raise your eyebrows and fold your hands behind his neck, tugging gently at the curls there, twirling them around your pointer finger.

With a quick and firm shake of his head to confirm his sentiment, he places a loving kiss on your cheek, then the other one, then on the center of your pout, lingering there for a moment before sneakily slipping his tongue into your mouth and massaging it languidly against yours, the tangy bitterness of the orange encircling the two of you, making your toes curl and your hands slide into the curled mess sitting atop your lover's head, knots from a deep slumber, a rats nest begging for a comb, but your fingers will simply have to suffice.

"Love you," he mumbles as he pulls away, speaking his mind yet directly from his heart all at once.

You can't help but grin at him, the sunlight from the view you were ogling over mere seconds ago casting a perfect golden hue onto his tanned skin. You're so close you can see every pore, every beauty mark, every scar. If you closed your eyes you would be able to trace his skin with ease, knowing every landmark on his road map, knowing every bit and piece of Harry that makes him Harry. He's so familiar to you, a body you know sometimes better than your own, a body you're always longing for, regardless of the countless of times you've made love by now. There's something so innocently intimate about this moment, something so casual and domestic.

You wish to capture him right now, in this very instant, with curls that have definitely looked worse but definitely looked better, glistening pink lips that are still slightly chapped from their lack of use through the night, a slight stubble around his jaw and below his nose, eyebrows crisscrossed in a chevron pattern that is entirely unnoticeable unless you're peering directly into his sleepy eyes (paired with faint purple circles underneath), in nothing but a pair of briefs, one leg hiked up significantly higher than the other (most likely due to the starfish position he chose to undertake in sleep last night), and lock it away in a special place in your mind forever.

This is Harry. Your Harry. The version of him reserved just for you.

And how could you say no?

"Okay," you smile as you watch his eyes light up like a school boy sneaking his first kiss against the tree on the playground, a million fireworks exploding in a forest.

In one sudden, swift movement, Harry swings your body over his shoulder with ease, as if you weigh nothing more than a sheet of paper. Now seeing the world upside down, you erupt into a burst of giggles, your hair swinging below you as your boyfriend begins to maneuver around your home. The sunrise slowly defocuses, shifting out of your view as the replacement sunshine carries you towards your bedroom.

"I'm perfectly capable of walking you know," you manage to speak out between laughs, and you imagine there's undoubtedly a bulging vein at the center of your forehead from your current position.

"Hush," is all he says in response, paired with a couple pats on your bum that is so conveniently placed on his shoulder. "Bed or shower?"

"Uhhhh," you begin, now having a perfect view of your living room as Harry now stands in the doorway of your bedroom. Drumming your hands on the backs of his thighs in contemplation, you weigh your options, "Last time we did it in the shower you almost slipped and broke your neck so-"

"Your fault for using so much bloody conditioner-"

"Thought you liked my conditioner, said it smelled like roses-"

And then he's throwing you on top of the mattress, your back colliding with the plush duvet, and head sinking into the array of pillows Harry simply has to have (the first night he spent at your place, you only had two. the next time he came over, a dozen new pillows sat crammed in his backseat, claiming it was good for "neck and back support"). You barely have a second to think before he's crawling over you, palms placed on each side of your head, his knees trapping you against your hips. Fanning out, your hair creates a halo around you, making you look even more of an angel the man hovering above you sees you as. Out of the corner of your eye you see one of his rings twinkle in the singular beam of sunlight peaking through your curtains, and you can't help the smile that warms your face.

"What are yeh smilin' at?" Harry grins, peering down at you below him. He looks ethereal, tattoos contrasting and standing out even in the darkness masking the room, thick biceps flexing as they hold his body up above yours, smiling in that way he does only when he's around his other half. He belongs in a gallery, framed in gold trim, available to be studied and fawned over. Yet here you are, selfishly adoring what the masses wish they could view, an unbothered bliss.

"Nothin," you respond, locking your arms behind his neck, scratching his scalp lightly, it feels like the first ten chews of bubble gum, squishing a marshmallow between your fingertips, a fruity piña colada on a hot summer's day, and he hasn't even touched you yet. "just love you."

And you do. So much it consumes you. So much it hurts. So much you'd dive head first into shark infested waters if it meant feeling his palm against your cheek.

And if you thought that smile of his couldn't possible grow any bigger, you're proven wrong yet again. He catches your lips between his, suckling on your bottom lip before slipping his tongue in your mouth, licking into you as if you're the last bucket of water on earth and he's parched, shriveling at the seams. It's like his one mission in life was to move his tongue against yours, and he's perfected his craft flawlessly. His body presses down against yours, needing contact, gently grinding his bulge that is growing with each rotation of his hips against your clothed core.

"Love you so much," he mumbles in between sloppy kisses, noses bumping every so often, causing a few giggles to interrupt the sweet silence.

After removing your shirt in one swift movement, desperate to reveal the miles upon miles of skin he never tires of studying, his lips soon travel south, leaving a piece of his heart in their tracks from the corner of your mouth, to beneath your ear, to your jaw, to your breasts, to your tummy, to your hip bone.

"Can I have a taste darlin'? Please? M'achin' for it," ringed hands run up and down the sides of your abdomen before they encircle your thighs, spreading them apart so a mess of caramel curls can settle between them, nails creating half-moons onto your skin.

A breathy exhale releases from you as he brushes his nose exactly against where he knows your clit is, ghosting the pad of his thumb against it once teasingly. Hooded green eyes peer into yours from their position between you, and you think you'd like to have this photograph etched into your brain for eternity. Your lover, in between your legs, begging to lick you until your thighs shake.

"Can smell yeh angel, makin' my mouth water. Gonna let me taste yeh fo' a bit?" His accent is huskier, low and raspy, shavings of dark chocolate sprinkled on a bitter raspberry tart.

And again, how on earth could you say no?

"Please H," you grasp onto the cusp of a chestnut curl, gripping onto it as your life depends on it as Harry quite literally dives into you.

Your underwear is thrown and forgotten across the room as his lips attack your folds, tongue licking into you and spreading you apart in a way that only Harry can do. You're a watermelon cracked open on the deck of a yacht, juice dribbling onto to sugar-high-chasing chins. Prickles of his facial hair rub against you in the most agonizingly amazing way, and you yelp when he delivers a harsh suck to your clit right off the bat, moaning and whining underneath his touch.

His tongue doesn't miss a single spot, devouring you and causing your heart to thump harshly against your chest. Suddenly and abruptly, Harry inserts a finger into your entrance, curling it inside you and pumping it in and out a couple times before adding another. His fingers and tongue simultaneously work you, and if your brain hadn't turned to jelly, you'd be delivering a speech consisting of his name and various other praises.

"Gimme a good one, lover," he demands, his lips vibrating against you. When his lips move to suck harshly on your clit yet again as his fingers repeatedly hit that one cushiony spot inside you, you're sent over the edge, curling your toes, moaning relentlessly, and jerking your hips abruptly, causing harry's large palms to trap them back down against the mattress.

He's a professional, an artist, painting you with each lick of his tongue against your nerves, each curl of his fingers inside of you, making a masterpiece out of you as you ride out your wave of pleasure, coasting it until it crashes against the shore. His starry night.

And when you finally chase down your high, and Harry's still licking your folds, you tug his roots away from you, wiggling from overstimulation. A whine leaves Harry's cherry lips as he's tugged back to you. A smirk warms his face, a dimple reappearing, and his thumb brushes the corner of his mouth, catching some of your arousal, before it sinks between his glistening lips. Sucking the remnants of you from his finger, he hums, "tastes like clementines."

His words send you into a frenzy, a vampire flung into a blood drive, and you grasp onto his shoulders and flip him roughly onto his back, straddling him and trapping his lips in a kiss before any objections can leave them. His hands encase your back, scratching here and rubbing there. You can still taste you on his tongue as it swirls against your own, and when you take his lower lip between your teeth, he lets out a throaty groan, lifting his hips to rut against your sensitive core to relieve himself for just a moment.

"Achin' aren't you baby?" You ask, tracing your fingers over the butterfly stamped on his chest, to the ferns above his v-line, to the sparse patch of coarse hair right above his underwear that sits low on his waist. Palming over the fabric, you feel how hard and thick he's gotten, and you can only imagine how frustrated he must be.

"Fuck, yeah. Fuck me angel, please. Always achin' for yeh," Harry whimpers, green eyes nearly bulging out of his skull as he watches you teasingly toy with the band of his underwear, tracing the skin right above where he needs you most.

You tap his hip bone twice, and he obliges by lifting his hips, allowing you to drag his underwear to his feet and fling them across the room, undoubtedly joining yours somewhere. He loves when you take charge, loves when you tell him what to do without even verbally saying anything. You could do anything to him, and he'd love it. He's so caught up in your orbit he'd completely miss the asteroid hurtling towards him at a thousand miles per hour.

And when his cock springs up against his stomach, tip red and glistening with precum, your mouth literally waters.

How the fuck can a dick be that pretty?

Crawling back over to him, you gently twist your fingers around his member, giving him a few pumps that causes his head to roll back against the pillow, veins bulging in his neck as a loud groan leaves his open lips. His eyes flutter shut as you stroke him, and you're nearly about to go down on him when he interrupts your thoughts.

"Put me in darlin', won't last if yeh keep doin' that. Wanna feel your pretty cunt wrapped around me, yeah?"

And you don't have to be told twice.

Lining him up with your entrance, you slowly sink down onto him inch by inch, hissing at the faint burn that always comes with him stretching you out like this, especially after his tongue already worked wonderful magic on you mere minutes ago. Harry moans, praising and chanting your name in whispers. His face is pulled in pleasure, eyebrows furrowing, lips open as heavy pants leave them.

As soon as you get to the base of him, you take a moment to adjust before slowly working up a rotation of your hips, circling around him and rubbing your clit on his pelvic bone in the process, sending an overwhelming wave of goosebumps down your spine. Harry's hands move up and down your back, to your ass, to your pebbled nipples, massaging and coasting over every single centimeter of skin he can reach.

Creating a rhythm, you begin to sink up and down on his cock, causing your tits to bounce as you pick up the pace. He's filling you up in the best way imaginable, hitting every spot, encompassing every inch. You can't tell where he stops and you begin, waterfalls inter-joining and cascading down together, intertwined in harmony and mind-numbing pleasure. The sound of your skin slapping together is music to your ears, a sweet symphony of your bodies exuding love.

"Harry god," you moan when his tip reaches that one spot inside you, eyes rolling back, tilting your head in a way that broadcasts the expanse of your neck dotted with purple bruises from Harry's lips, and your chest, breasts glistening with beads of sweat.

"Like that angel? Like when yeh ride me like this?" Harry groans at the sight of you, a masterpiece fucking him so well he nearly forgets his name. You're glowing, a shining mass far too bright for him, and he almost debates jetting off for his sunglasses. "Know yeh do. Fuckin' perfect. Ridin' me so well angel, tha's it."

It's paradise, toes sinking into beds of sand, observing the sun as it sinks into the ocean, leaving an array of creamsicle in its path, a massage from warm palms after a hard week hunched over a computer, finally finishing the book you've started three times, dog-earing the pages with passages that jump out to you, a cold shower when the air-con is out, sweaty bodies lost under the brief escape of the chilling water. It's perfect. It's you and Harry.

He can't take his eyes off you, not wanting to miss a single second of this, barely blinking so he can come back to each frame and rewatch this film over and over and over again. Moving his palms against your sides, he watches as your breasts move up and down, and he can't help the next words that tumble out of his mouth, ""Your tits are fuckin' dynamite have I ever told you that?"

Locking eyes with your lover, you smile widely, pearly whites broadcasted in an ear-to-ear grin at his ability to say something so completely Harry in this intimate moment. You let one giggle escape your lips, briefly shaking your head at the man, causing a lock of your hair to fall out of place and over your eyes.

His knuckles brush the stray away so it doesn't block your view of him beneath you, and then he cups your cheek and grins, an eternal sunshine radiating his heat onto you, "Wha'? It's true. Your tits are fuckin' incredible. Can't believe I get to see 'em."

Feeling nothing but pure adoration, you observe the same look in his eye, his smile sparkling beneath you, eyes twinkling into yours as if a projector is relaying the words "I love you" in a cursive script across his irises. Blinking once, taking a snapshot of his face right now, you lean into his touch and place a kiss to his palm, "Thanks lover."

Clenching your walls around him, Harry loses his train of thought and releases an ear-splitting moan, one that nearly makes you cum in that very instant. His hand moves from your cheek to your side again, both palms squeezing your hips. He bites his lip so hard it almost draws blood, his cock twitching as it buries inside you, skin on skin, absolutely no barriers. "My lover," he mumbles, eyes darting off to where your bodies are connecting, watching your pussy slide up and down his cock.

Your thighs begin to burn, and you feel that all too familiar feeling bubble in your abdomen, foam overflowing a cappuccino. Placing your palms on his chest, you hover over him, grinding your hips repeatedly, "Your lover. The only one."

He wraps his hands around your wrists, bringing them to his lips to kiss the back of your hands, then pecking each one of your fingers, mumbling in between each token of his affection, "Only one that can fuck me like this angel, only one."

Once he releases his hold on your hands, he moves one of his fingers down to your clit, flicking the bundle of nerves in a way that causes you to cry out, "Fuck, Harry, I'm gonna-,"

"There we are," he smirks, watching you lose it before his very eyes, and he knows when your brow begins to furrow that you're close to unraveling again, "go ahead darlin' come on your cock. It's yours."

Your movements become sloppy, no longer fluid and concentrated like before as you run after your orgasm. Still desperate to prolong this feeling as longer as possible, you pick up the pace even more, riding him faster despite your body's oncoming exhaustion. His finger continues to linger where you need it, playing with you and sending wave after wave of pleasure through you.

"Fuck, that's it," Harry's raspy praises causes a flush to rise to your chest and cheeks, "Not far behind yeh lover keep goin'."

He loves the way you look when you come, the way your face twists and your mouth drops in the shape of an O, strawberry lips glistening in ecstasy, begging for a taste. Sweat running down your chest and lingering on your temples, messy hair frizzy from the pillow and his fingertips, golden skin shining in the low-light. But he particularly loves the way you never ever shut your eyes, even though sometimes the waves are so euphorically catastrophic you're tempted to let your eyes rest to absorb the moment fully. Yet here you are right now, candle wax melting above him into a sea of warm rose water, peering directly into his eyes, revealing every word you wish you could say. A whimper, Right there. A moan, I love you.

And once he's viewed the sight beautiful enough to blind him, he's coming as well, his cock twitching as he releases warm spurts of him inside of you. As soon as you feel him soften, you lift up off of him and collapse on top of his sweaty chest, limbs exhausted and body spent from your two orgasms. You rest your head on a swallow, the steady heartbeat of your lover echoing softly into your eardrum, gooey caramel summersaulting over cotton candy skies, a chilling ice cube plummeting and disappearing into a hot tub, steaming, steady, Styles.

Harry presses a kiss to your forehead, lips lingering for a moment, I. two, Love, three, You. One hand rests on your piping back, scratching lightly up and down, while the other strokes your hair away from your face, a touch so soft and delicate as if he'd break you into a million pieces if he's not too fragile. Precious cargo.

"Love you," you mumble, nearly half asleep as his touch sends another wave of soothing calmness through your nerves, unaware that the exact same words were repeating over and over through his brain in this moment.

Harry smiles, a wide, bunny-tooth grin, and even though you can't see it, you know it's there, for his heartbeat quickens ever-so-slightly.

"Love you, angel. So much."

It's laying here, post-sex, in the comforting silence of your home, that you think you quite like these moments more than any others. The ones that are so simple and habitual one would deem them unimportant, a cup of tea gone cold, last Sunday's paper. These moments are what make you feel the closest to Harry, behind closed doors, just you and him, in your own bulletproof bubble, making love, starting and ending each day, together. And you think you quite like the idea of spending forever in that bubble, watching the sunrise, sharing your clementine, and spending the day tangled in sheets with the man that has irreversibly stolen your heart.

Theirs was a brief beauty, autumn leaves before they fall to the ground, trampled on, forgotten. Yours was forever, an easy love, one that didn't have to try, one that flourished, even when the odds were pent against you. An easy love, a flourishing love, a habit you never wish to break. As simple as a well-known recipe, caramel-colored pages wilting from being passed by generations. As complex as learning the avenues and allies, hiding spots and hidden treasures of a new city. He was everything, the light, the dark, the beginning, the end.

And when you wake up the next morning, peering over your shoulder in the doorway of your shared bedroom to see that all too familiar starfish spread out and suctioned to the sheets, you smile, knowing that in only a couple of minutes he'd notice the left side of the bed had gone cold, springing up out of bed in search of his personal radiator, his lover. You trot to the kitchen, and right as you reach to grab a clementine, you notice a note that had not been there the night prior, stuck to the thick peel of the fruit.

"To Do List:

- Go on a run. - Propose to girlfriend. - Have sex with girlfriend fiancé. - Call Mum. - Buy more clementines."

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