#god catch him removing the bones. taking the bones out. undoing his shirt buttons. just untethering himself from who hes become to be what

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Down Time

Pairing: GlennXReader

Warnings: 18+, Fluff, Smut, Oral (Male Receiving), Unprotected Sex, swearing

Wordcount:1898

A/N: Hey there, in this version, Maggie and Glenn were never a thing, they were always just friends. So… Without further ado, this is my first ever posted fic and my first ever posted smut so please go easy on me. I chose Glenn because I feel like he needs more lovin. If you enjoyed, let me know or send a request, I will write smut for 18+ characters only!

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Glenn couldn't help but stare from his spot in the guard post as his girlfriend y/n bent over to pick up some crates brought in from Daryl and Abraham's run today. He eyed your round ass pulling perfectly at your denim shorts, sweat beginning to soak the collar of your tank top and bead down your chest. 'Shit' he thought, feeling his jeans grow just a tad tighter. ‘Let's hope that’s not an issue’. You look up at him and smile.

You look up as you were grabbing one of the last crates and catch Glenn staring at you from his post, you smile at him and he smiles back sending you a wink as he turns his attention back over the walls of Alexandria making you blush and look down, a small smile gracing your face. Your relationship with Glenn was no secret to anyone; it had started back at the prison with small glances and lingering touches, after a while though (and with A LOT of pushing from Maggie) your relationship came to flourish.

You carried your crate to the pantry, placing it onto the floor before standing back up and wiping the sweat off your forehead.

"thanks y/n" Olivia said walking over to you with a bottle of water handing it to you.

"Of course Olivia. Always happy to help" you responded with a huff, twisting open the bottle and taking long slow drinks from it. Olivia turns to the crates and begins to organize everything into its place. You turn around, recapping your bottle and walk out, spotting Glenn climbing down from the platform. You make your way over to him, smile on your face as he turns around to see you.

"Hey, you" he says winding his arms around your waist and dipping his head to give you a chaste kiss on your lips. You let out a small giggle stretching up to kiss back, dropping your arms over his shoulders.

"Hey," you respond after, same goofy grin on your face "all done for the day?" You question stepping back but keeping his hand in yours, you pass him the water as you lead him towards your shared house.

"Yeah, Rick said I could take the rest of the day off, something about workin myself too hard" he laughs, drinking some of the water, "finally some downtime" he pulls you close before dropping an arm around your shoulders leading you up the porch steps. You push the door open and turn in his arms holding his hands to lead him back into the house. 

"Well thank Rick for that," you smirk looking at Glenn through your lashes, god was he attractive, hair and shirt slightly dampened with sweat from standing in the sun, "I think I have a few ideas on how to fill this down time if your up for it" you bite your lip to hold back a grin as he kicks the door shut behind him.

"Oh yeah?" He quirks up a brow, mischievous grin now gracing his face, letting you know exactly what's going through his head. "what exactly did you have in mind, hmm baby girl?" He asks huskily as he tries to pull you closer as you wiggle free of his grasp.

You let out another playful giggle skipping to the bottom of the staircase, "most of them involve you, me, and that bed up there" you turn and start to run up the staircase, hearing Glenn's bootsteps close behind. You almost reach the bedroom before you let out a soft shriek as you felt his calloused hands grip your hips and twist you, pinning you against the door.

"Where're you runnin to huh?" He softly growls, before attacking your lips with his. You let out a moan, letting your arms fall to his shoulders and arching you back to grind on the thigh he had slotted between your legs. He took that opportunity to slip his tongue into the warmth of your mouth, quickly taking dominance. He breaks the kiss only to catch a breath and reattach to your neck, sucking and nipping at your collarbone, surely leaving a mark.

You moaned at the thought, "Glenn please," you breathed, for what you were asking for you didn't know, you just wanted more. He seemed to get the message though as he gripped the underside of your thighs and gave a small tug up.

"Jump," Glenn mumbled into your neck. you obeyed, hopping up and wrapping your legs around his waist softly moaning as his hard bulge brushed perfectly against your clothed core. Once you were secured you leaned over to begin peppering soft kisses across his neck. "Christ y/n," Glenn breathed, opening and closing the door to your shared room and laying you on the bed. He brought his lips back to yours, his hands sliding your tank top up, only breaking the kiss to pull the offending fabric over your head.

You begin to paw at the buttons of his loose gray button down, quickly undoing them and pushing it from his shoulders. Running your hands down his now bare chest you reach the waistband of his jeans, you fumble with his belt buckle for a moment before he grunts and pulls back from you to remove his pants and boots himself. You whine at the loss of contact before pulling your own bottoms off, kicking your shoes off too. 

Looking up at Glenn standing by the side of the bed, you sit up and admire him. His brown eyes darkened with lust, his thin but muscular frame, and his smooth chest rising and falling with every breath he takes. Down to his toned stomach before your eyes fall on his impressive cock, long, hard, thick and leaking with precum. Your mouth watering at the sight. You bite your lip thinking of how he tastes, and how good his length feels sliding down the back of your throat.

You roll over onto your front and crawl over to the edge of the bed, making him step closer as you did. Standing there he looked down at you with anticipation as you wrapped your hand around the base of his cock, guiding it to your lips. You part your lips and stick out your tongue to lick the underside of his head before taking it into your mouth, sucking on it.

Glenn Rolled his head back and groaned, tangling his hand into your h/c locks. “Fuck y/n just like that sweetheart.” you groan at the praise taking him deeper into your throat, feeling your panties grow even wetter. He lets out another low groan before pulling you off his member with a soft pop of your lips. “As good as you look with your pretty lips around my cock, that’s not where I wanna cum tonight.” he smiles at you, lifting your chin to look into his eyes. “Lay back princess.”

You follow his instruction, sitting up and removing your bra in the process, he climbs over you as you settle onto the pillows, resting his weight on his left arm he brings his right hand up to your cheek, pressing a soft passionate kiss to your lips. He parts from your lips and begins to trail kisses down your neck to your chest before pulling one of your hardened nipples into his mouth. You gasped out a moan as his tongue swirled around your bud. His hands continue down to the hem of your panties. Sliding them down your legs and off your body before bringing one hand back to the bed beside your head, and the other cupping your soaking core.

“Fuck me Glenn,” you cry out as his finger slides through your folds and brushes your clit. You arch your back trying to get more friction, “Glenn please, I need you,” you plead, wrapping your arms around his back trying to pull him closer, desperate for any type of friction Glenn was willing to give you.

“Shit, you’re fuckin soaked,” he breathes, loving the way he makes you fall apart, your small moans all made just for him, made because of him, “I know Babygirl, m’gonna take care of you” he says taking his hand around his length running his it along your folds, gathering some of your slick before pressing into you with one long slow thrust, the two of you couldn't stop the loud moans that escaped you both as Glenn slid home.

He stayed there for a moment, bottomed out, wrapped up in the feeling of your twitching velvet warmth. Groaning you roll your hips urging Glenn to move, his eyes rolled back in his head as he buries his face in your neck and begins to roll his hips.

“Fuck y/n, you’re so tight,” he grunts in your ear, nipping at your pulse point.

“Glenn, harder please” you pant, digging your nails into his back when he pulls almost all the way out before slamming back into you. You nearly scream in ecstasy as he drags across your g spot, his pubic bone brushing your clit with every thrust. “Oh God Glenn, just like that!” you cry as he continues to pound into you. You clench around him, causing him to throw his head back and groan. You take the opportunity to bring your lips to his neck sucking a mark onto his pulse point, nipping down as the coil in your lower belly tightens.

“Glenn, I-I’m gonna cum,” you groan, clenching around him again, he brings his hand down to your clit and begins working it in quick strokes, with a loud moan of his name the coil snapped, sending you tumbling over the edge. Tensing around him he fucks you through your orgasm chasing his own.

His hips falter, and you can tell he’s close. You wrap your legs around his waist and tangle your hands in his dark hair, you pull him down for a kiss, pulling away you look into his eyes, clouded with pleasure.

“Cum for me Glenn, lemme feel you baby” you whisper, rolling your hips to meet him. His hips still against you and he lets out a deep moan as you feel him pulse inside you and his cum coat your walls, his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure as he rocked into you, not ready to give up his feeling of bliss just yet.

It was the feeling of you pressing soft kisses along his jaw that brought him back down. He slipped his softening member out of you and rolled onto his back, you groaned at the loss before rolling over to lay your head on his chest. His arm wrapped around you as he used the other to pull the blanket over the two of you.

“Thank you y/n,” he says, pulling you tighter to his side, “What did I do to land me someone like you?” he asks, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“You know I ask myself the same question,” you giggle tracing shapes on his chest with your finger, suppressing a yawn as you felt your eyelids grow heavy. “I love you Glenn” you say, words slightly slurred as you start to fall asleep.

“I love you too y/n,” Glenn presses another small kiss to the top of your head before drifting off himself.

A/N: Thanks for reading! I probably wont post super often but I’ll post when I can. If you did enjoy, lemme know and consider a follow

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Dating App | Changbin

- Pairing: Changbin x Female Reader

- Genre: Smut

- Warnings: PWP, protected sex, and hookup

- Word Count: 1.9k

You sat on the couch eating popcorn as you half-ass watched the movie that was playing.  You were more focused on your phone, well to be exact, who was on your phone.  Single life was great, you didn’t want anything serious, but sometimes you just needed attention.  You swiped left on so many people you had lost track.  None of the men caught your attention, they all looked too rough or like fuck bois.  I guess you have a certain type you like, it probably stems from your love of anime. 

As you were swiping you paused to admire a gorgeous man, his name was Changbin.  He had soft features but still looked manly.  You bit your lip and pressed the “Super Like” button.  To your surprise, you matched with him.  “Holy shit!” You typed up a message, ‘Hey I just wanted to slide into your dms.’ 

Wait... No that’s stupid.  You deleted the message and tried to think of something better but nothing.

This is why you never had dates, you couldn’t think of a way to catch their attention.

Your phone buzzed signifying a new message, it was a message from Changbin.  You squealed and clicked on it. 

‘Hey, beautiful.  Why are you a somebody on a site full of nobody’s?’ You were taken aback by what he said, but it was also kind of sweet.

‘I guess sometimes loneliness pushes you to extremes.’

‘I understand, would you like me to be a somebody or a nobody.’

You giggled and smiled. 

‘Well as of now I’d like you to be a somebody.’

‘How about we talk on Snap, it’s SPEARB’

You laughed at the snap name ‘Why that name?’

‘Add me and I will tell you.’

You added him on Snapchat and he sent a cute picture of himself lying in bed. 

Fixing your hair you applied a filter and sent a picture back.

‘Damn girl you are appealing to the eye.’

‘That’s such a weird way to put it.’

‘Maybe I’m a bit weird.  So what are you doing tonight?’

‘Honestly, probably gonna watch movies and you?’

Usually, you had to talk to somebody for a couple of weeks before you would be willing to meet but you liked this guy.

‘Well, I was hoping to go to the bar with a pretty girl.’

“Ohh well I could clear my movie-watching schedule and we could always go to the bar together?’

‘Sounds like a date to me.  Meet me at Stray bar at 8 pm?’

‘See you there.’

You jumped up excited and looked at the clock realizing you only had a little over two hours to get ready.  You took a quick shower, put on makeup, fixed your hair, and lastly, you needed an outfit.  The bar you were going to was pretty chill but you didn’t want to look boring.  Something that showed your dominant side, so you changed and headed to the bar. 

You arrived at the bar around 5 minutes early and walked up to sit down at the bar.  You opened Snapchat and sent a picture to Changbin ‘I’m here.’

He read it but didn’t answer, you sighed as you figured you had been catfished.  

You ordered a beer and waited for another 15 minutes and he still wasn’t there.  Your beer was already empty, and he was 10 minutes late.  

‘Are you still coming?’

He read it again and no response, you groaned and got up, ready to walk out the bar when an arm wrapped around your waist.

“Sorry beautiful I got stuck in traffic, and then I have to admit I had to build up the courage to come over and talk to you.” The words rolled off of his tongue like honey, and all you could imagine was that tongue on you.  He really did something to you, and you barely knew him.  You bit your lip, “It’s fine, I understand that things happen.” Both of you walked back over to the bar and ordered your drinks, you spent almost 2 hours getting to know each other, and you got a bit tipsy. 

Around 11 pm both of you decided it was time to head home, “Hey Y/N, I don’t think you should drive.  Let me drive you home.” “Nah, I’m fine.  Plus I don’t want to leave my car.” “Please, I insist.  I’ll pick you up in the morning so you can get your car.” You sighed, “Fine I give in.” He drove you back to your place, and when you were getting ready to leave you stopped.

“So I usually don’t do this, but would you like to come in?  It’s late and I don’t want you to have to drive back.”

He smirked, “Of course I’ll come in.” You unlocked your door, and the moment he stepped in he pushed you against the wall his lips attacking yours. 

You flipped him over, pressing his back against the wall. 

“Damn couldn’t even wait just a few moments.”

He slid your jacket off exposing your neck to him, he kissed down your neck and sucked leaving his mark. 

“You look so good, I couldn’t resist.  If you want me to stop tell me.”

Grabbing onto the collar of his shirt you pulled him towards you and licked your lips. 

He growled, “Is that a yes then?” You ran your tongue over his collar bone and sucked leaving your mark too.

“It’s a yes.”

He grabbed your hand and guided it down to hardened dick, “See what you do to me, see how hard you made me?”

You gripped it tightly in your hand. “Is it all for me?” He breathed out lowly. “It’s all yours tonight.” Grabbing his hand you led him into the bedroom and pushed him down onto the bed roughly. 

You crawled over to him and straddled him, slowly grinding against him.  He took a deep breath and leaned on his elbows admiring the view.  You ran your hands down his chest and then up under his shirt.  “How about we take this off?”

He leaned up and let you slide his shirt over his head.  His lips attaching to yours.  His hands sliding around under your shirt, grabbing your waist.  You ground down against him again.

“My turn.” He flipped you over so he was on top.  You bit your lip as you placed your hand on top of his head, “Take them off with your teeth.”

He kissed down your clothed chest to the hem of your bottoms.  His teeth digging into the waistband of the fabric as he pulled them down a ways.  His hands gripped the waistband as he slid your bottoms off the rest of the way.

He made eye contact with you as he looked up from between your legs.  He pushed your panties aside, and groaned.  “Look at you, so wet for me.”

He gently blew against your core then pressed two fingers against you.  He pushed them inside and curled them up, immediately pressing against your most sensitive spot.  You arched your back and gasped.  He leaned up, hovering over you as he worked his fingers in an out of you.

He smirked at the view, “I love getting to see you squirm under me. You raised an eyebrow. “Oh really?”

You used your foot to push him back, he removed his fingers from your core, and then you stood up and turned him around forcing him to sit down on the bed.  Your barely clothed core pressing against his fully clothed dick.

“But what if I want to see you squirm underneath me?” You ran your fingernails along his chest and stomach causing him to fidget underneath you.  “Such an obedient baby boy, look at you.”

Right when you thought you had control he growled, manhandling you and flipping you so your face was in the mattress and your ass was in the air.  He leaned down close to your ear and whispered, “I am not a baby boy.”

You turned your head so you could talk, “You look like a baby boy to me.” He smacked your ass.  You heard his belt buckle as if he was undoing his pants.  “I will prove I’m not.” “You know by how angry you got by that it just further enforces just how much of a baby boy you are.”

“God you are such a brat.” He pulled your panties down to your knees, exposing your wet core to him. 

You tried to lean up but he pushed your upper half into the mattress even more, “Stay there and behave….. Baby girl.” Your eyebrow twitched at the pet name.  You heard him moving around a bit then heard him opening a condom.  As he was rolling on the condom you rolled over onto your back, got off of the bed, and pushed him onto the bed, straddling him. 

He was caught off guard by your sudden movement giving you enough to line him up and slide him into you.  You placed your hands on his chest, slowly moving on him.  

You rolled your head back and moaned as you rotated your hips.  His hands dug into your waist and he groaned.  He moved your hands off of his chest and leaned up, sitting up.  You wrapped your arms around his neck and bounced up and down, his dick stretching you. 

He groaned, “Ahh fuck.”

His hands slid under your shirt, wrapping around your waist.  “Can I take this off?”

You nodded and raised your arms up over your head.  He slid his hands up your sides, slowly taking your shirt off.  Once it was over your head his hands went behind your back to unclip your bra.  Finally freeing your breasts for him. He gripped your breasts in his hands then leaned forward and kissed right above your left nipple.  He swirled his tongue around it, making your back arch.  His lips softly wrapped around it and he sucked, making you tighten.  He pulled away with a pop. 

“So sensitive for me.”

He started thrusting up into you and his jaw clenched.

“No cumming until I say so?  Okay baby boy?” He rolled his eyes and you smacked his thigh, “Learn to behave.” “I won’t behave for you,” he gripped your hips and started to roll up into you faster, trying to be dominant even with you on top.  

You leaned back, placing your hands on his knees, forcing his dick to hit the exact right spot to send shocks of pleasure through your body.  Your high was nearing 

“Don’t you dare cum yet, baby girl.” He flipped you over so he was on top your back landing on the sheets, “You and I will cum together.” Changbin gripped your hips and thrusted into you at a shocking speed.  You gripped onto the sheets and moaned.  “Holy shit.” 

Your breasts bounced with each thrust and the knot in your stomach formed quickly.  You let yourself fall over the edge.  You tightened around him, your back arching as you came.  

“Did you just cum without me?” You smirked and bit your lip, “You aren’t my dominant so you have no say in when I cum.”

He growled and continued to thrust into you even harder, his thrusts became sloppy as he came. 

His hair stuck to his forehead as he leaned forward, he pulled out and rest his head on your stomach.

“Well that was fun Y/N.” You raised an eyebrow, “Damn that was a sudden personality change.”

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Agatha All Along | Loki x Female Reader

Loki (Marvel) x Doctor Who

You and Loki are shown to your room for the night and one thing leads to another. Afterwards the truth surrounding the murders is revealed, reminding Loki of his past.

Part Six | Part Eight | Chapter Index

Words: 6.2k

Warnings: smut, oral: f receiving, loss of virginity, unprotected sex and lots of fluff

A/N: This is the first time I have written full blown smut, I hope it is okay.

Read on AO3

After the murder of Lady Eddison’s son, Roger, all the guests retired to their rooms for the night. You had bid your auntie and the Doctor goodnight and then the butler showed you and Loki to a guest room.

 As soon as you entered the empty room you immediately shivered and wrapped your arm around yourself as goosebumps rose across your uncovered skin. The room was cold and draughty, sending chills down your spine every time there was a harsh gust of wind from the thunderstorm outside. 

 You couldn’t see much as the only source of light was the candle stick you were holding until Loki switched on the bedside lamps, allowing you a better view of the room you would be staying in for the night. 

 Against the wall was a large four poster bed, decorated with emerald cushions and rusty red floral bedsheets, at the foot of the bed there was a fabric, sand coloured two seater couch with scatter cushions that matched the ones decorating the bed. Curtains with the same pattern, framed the large sash window which rain and wind battered against. 

 No longer needing it you blew out your candle stick and placed it down on top of a mahogany dresser, as you made your way to the window to draw the curtains. Every inch of the floor beneath your feet was covered with a traditional burgundy rug.

 As your back was turned, Loki waved his hand over the fireplace on the wall opposite the bed and lit a warm fire, to take the chill off of the draughty and unused room. The sound of the fire igniting had caught your attention and you looked over your shoulder just in time to catch the remaining trails of an emerald glow evaporate into the air.

 “Loki,” you sighed, “you’re not supposed to be using your magic.” 

 “Don’t worry, it’s just a little bit, hardly enough for them to track me by.” Loki stopped your fretting, as he approached you. “And I couldn’t have my love shivering the whole night.” 

 “That’s very thoughtful.” You whispered appreciatively, as you pulled him down for a kiss to say thanks.

 “Just promise you’ll be careful with your magic?” You asked as you pulled back, your arms encircled Loki’s waist and his yours. “I don’t want you to get taken away.”

 “I promise,” Loki whispered as he brought his palm to the side of your face, which you leaned into as his thumb stroked over your cheek. “Let’s get ready for bed.”

 You had removed your gloves, the jewels wrapped around your head and your shoes, until the only thing you were left wearing was your 1920s dress. You turned around to Loki, to find he had removed his long velvet coat, his matching silk waistcoat and bow tie, draping them all on the couch at the foot of the bed.

He was left in his loose fitting dress shirt with billowing sleeves and his braces still hung over his shoulders, holding up his fitted trousers. 

 “Loki,” you spoke and he immediately lifted his head to look at you. “I have nothing to wear for bed.”

 “I have no objections.” Loki shrugged as he slipped his braces from his shoulders, letting them fall loose around his thighs.

 Sensing your nerves in your silence, Loki grabbed his shirt by the back of its collar and dragged it over his head, shaking his long hair out of his face after doing so.

 “Put this on.” He threw the shirt to you, which you barely caught as your eyes were focused on Loki, instead of following the shirt as it flew towards you.

 You realised that this was the first time you had seen part of Loki without an article of clothing. Your gaze travelled over the pale skin of his upper body, the defined lines of his curved waist, to the lines of his hips that disappeared beneath his trousers, which his slender fingers began to unbutton.

 You blinked rapidly and took a deep breath to pull away your focus and you turned around to drag your dress over your head, leaving you in only your underwear. 

 With your back turned you weren’t aware of the way Loki’s eyes were now focused on you, as you brought your hands behind your back to unhook your bra and let it slip from your shoulders to the floor. From behind you he could just see the curve of your breast as you lifted your arms to pull his shirt over your head and let it cascade down your upper body until it reached the tops of your thighs. His scent lingered on his shirt and you couldn’t help but subtly turn your nose to your shoulder to breathe it in.

 You caught Loki staring after you turned back around but he didn’t try to cover it up by quickly diverting his eyes, instead he let himself take in the sight of you in his shirt unapologetically and you self consciously lowered your eyes to the rug beneath your bare feet. 

 “I must admit,” Loki spoke, as he made his way towards you, dressed only in his underwear. “The sight of you in my shirt is rather enticing.”

 Your breath became more shallow and your heartbeat rivalled the thunder which rumbled outside as it beat wildly against your rib cage, as Loki hooked his finger into one of the gaps between two buttons of his shirt and used it to tug you forward as he walked backwards towards the grand four poster bed. 

 He wrapped his hand around the back of your neck to guide your face towards his, as his lips embraced your own. Hesitantly you let your hands rest against the skin of his bare chest, his body was warm and inviting so you wrapped your arms around his waist and tugged him closer, wanting to be surrounded by his body heat to fight off the chill.

 Loki parted your lips open with his own as you felt his tongue slide into your mouth while he encouraged you to lower yourself onto the bed and he followed after you so that his upper body was draped over yours, supported by his arms which sunk into the mattress on either side of your head.

 He nudged his knee between your thighs to encourage your legs to part and allow room to accommodate his narrow hips as he lowered them to yours, you yelped into Loki’s mouth as you felt the unmistakable feel of his hard member from beneath his underwear, against your clothed pubic bone.

 At your sound, Loki immediately lifted his head and looked down at you with concern and your heart was bouncing so hard you were afraid it was going to jump straight out your mouth and you gulped in the hopes it would keep it down.

 “I- I’ve never...” You nervously confessed to Loki and you swear you could see his shirt twitch against your chest in rhythm with your heartbeat.

 “My darling,” Loki whispered as he felt your anxiety radiating off of you. He took your hand, which you hadn’t realised was shaking, into his and brought it to his lips to kiss the back of your fingers. “Do not fret, I would never make you do anything you do not wish to. We can just cuddle and go to sleep.”

 You shook your head. “No. No, please, I want to.” You told him honestly, “I’m... I’m just nervous...”

 “Are you sure?” Loki checked, “There is no rush, I don’t want you to feel pressured.”

 “I’m sure. Please, Loki,” the God shushed you gently, stroking his hand over your hair, you closed your eyes as relaxing tingles slowly soothed your tense body and you felt your heartbeat begin to calm.

 “You must be relaxed.” Loki told you sternly but his voice remained a gentle whisper. 

 Your breath hitched at a sudden unexpected clap of lightning, undoing the peacefulness which Loki had brought to your body. He soothed you again, this time you kept your eyes focused on his.

 “That’s it, dear.” He praised you, and you felt your chest swell with pride.

 He lowered his lips to the top of your chest, as he brought his right hand up to the buttons of his shirt and slowly began opening them one by one. 

 As his hand reached lower buttons, his lips would follow and his long hair tickled against your bare skin as it brushed down your chest, it was resting between the valley of your breasts when Loki finally lifted his lips from just above your belly button where he had also stopped undoing his shirt, leaving the last few buttons still fastened.

 He looked at you from beneath his dark brows, causing your breath to catch in your throat, as he trailed the tips of his fingers back up your chest and along your collar bones until they travelled back down, this time nudging each side of his shirt open to reveal your bare chest to him and he hummed appreciatively.

 “So beautiful.” He whispered, bringing a smile to your lips.

 “So are you.” You replied, as you lifted your hand to his cheek and encouraged him to crawl back up your body to give you a kiss. 

 His nose nudged against your cheek, as your lips moved in unison, while his palm moved from the dip of your waist and up your ribs until it cradled the side of your breast. He brushed the pad of his thumb over your sensitive nipple, making your breath hitch and you pushed your chest into his hold ever so slightly. 

 He waved his hand and the bedside lamps switched off, leaving the flickering light of the fire and the occasional flash of lightning as the only things illuminating the room. 

 Once again, he lowered himself down your body and made himself comfortable between your open thighs, you kept your head against the pillow and your eyes closed as you felt his lips attach to the inside of your thigh as his fingers dug into them, causing a slight ticklish sensation to shoot through you, which made you squirm. 

 Your breath came out quicker the closer his lips trailed down your thighs towards your clothed heat and then you felt his fingers hook into the elastic of your underwear and he pulled them down your legs, exposing you to the airy room.

 You lifted your eyelids and raised your head off the pillow to look down at him, half his face reflected the glowing orange light of the fire, while the other half was cast in the shadows.

 “Is this still okay?” He asked you before proceeding.

 You nodded.

 “Tell me.” Loki encouraged you, not moving an inch until he was positive that you wanted to continue.

 “It’s okay,” you told him, making your voice sound as confident as you could, though it still wobbled. “Can I... can you just... hold my hand?” You nervously asked him and you saw his eyes soften in the warm glow of the fireplace.

 “Of course, my love.” Before you could even reach for it, Loki intertwined his hand with yours, slotting your fingers between each other as your hands lay over your stomach. 

 With that he returned to kissing the inside of your thighs and your head lulled back against the pillow, you felt Loki occasionally squeeze your hand as his lips neared closer to where you needed him the most, your nerves were diluting into your arousal as your needs overtook your mind.

 You let out a frustrated whine when his lips moved from one thigh to the other, just when you thought he was about to move them to your most intimate area. Loki shushed you and gently nipped your tender flesh between his teeth, causing you to gasp.

 “What do you need?” Loki rasped, knowing full well what you needed and heat flushed your cheeks and chest at the thought of actually having to ask him out loud. 

 You whined in protest, hoping that he would have mercy on you, by now you could feel your juices dripping from you and you clenched your empty walls, in an attempt to offer yourself the relief only Loki could provide.

 You gasped when you unexpectedly felt Loki’s thumb brush between your folds before he put pressure on your sensitive bud, it was the first time you had ever been touched between your legs by someone other than yourself and it instantly sent a reaction straight through you, you were so sensitive. You clenched Loki’s hand and moaned at the pleasure which shot through your stomach. 

 “More, please, more.” You desperately pleaded as you opened your legs wider for him and you heard him softly hum. 

 Your head shot up to look down at him when you felt his hot breath fan across your folds, with his spare hand he used his forefinger and middle finger to reveal your clit. Without removing his eyes from yours, he licked a stripe up your heat and then enclosed his lips around your swollen nerve, your head fell back against the pillow as a moan shot through your throat.

 He continued to work his mouth on you, bringing you pleasures you had never felt before, you were hardly even aware of your surroundings as you were swaddled in a blanket of your own arousal, the thunder and the lightening going completely unnoticed.

 You also didn’t notice him slip his middle fingers into his mouth, until he was pushing them into you and you gladly welcomed them as he curled them into a come hither motion. 

 You clenched your fingers around his as you arched your back off the mattress, beginning to feel your release stir awake at the base of your spine. Your breath became shallow as you felt a thin layer of sweat beginning to gather at your hairline. 

 “Come whenever you need, okay?” Loki instructed you, before he dived back into attending to your pleasure, and you nodded as a moan rolled up from deep within your stomach. 

 Tingles were tap dancing at the bottom of your belly while heat shot up your spine with more force each time until you cried as pleasure surged through your veins leaving pleasant thrills in its wake. You clenched your hand around Loki’s with all your might as your back elevated off the bedsheets and the crown of your head pushed into your pillow as your mouth opened in silent ecstasy.

 Loki worked you through your orgasm until it faded into a pleasant buzz and he raised his head from between your legs to look down at your blissed state.

 Your eyes were shut and your breasts heaved up and down with your pants as you caught your breath. Loki crawled up your body, leaving kisses on your bare skin as he went, until he reached your mouth and you could taste your release as he left it on your lips.

 Your fingers were trembling with the aftermath of your high, as you brought them up to comb his unruly hair behind his ear, before you opened your eyes.

 “That was... perfect.” You told him and his glossy lips curved into a prideful smile and if you weren’t mistaken, there was a faint glimmer of shyness hidden in his eyes as he momentarily diverted his gaze before he looked back down at you.

 “Would you like to continue? It’s okay if you don’t, we will do whatever you’re comfortable with.” Loki whispered, in that moment your comfort was his upmost priority.

 “I want to continue.” You told him.

 Loki left a kiss on your lips. Using one hand, while the other supported his weight above you, he began to slide his underwear down until his cock sprung free and it brushed against your lower stomach.

 Your eyes flicked downwards, catching sight of it and they widened as you looked back up at Loki.

 “We can stop any time you want,” he told you, “just because you said you want to continue, doesn’t mean you can’t change your mind.”

 You nodded, feeling yourself relax again and you gave Loki a smile that you hope conveyed how much you appreciated his patience. 

 Loki moved his hand that wasn’t holding his body up, to the base of his hard length to guide it between your soaked folds. When the head of his cock nudged against you, your legs twitched and you squirmed your hips.

 “Tell me when.” Loki told you, as he continued to coat his length in your release and arousal. 

 “Now please.” You instructed him, not wanting to give yourself too much time to think about it.

 When you felt his blunt head slowly push into your opening, you held your breath and Loki paused.

 “Darling, breathe for me.” He reminded you and you opened your eyes and stared into his, “you need to relax.”

 He brought his hand up to your hair and began stroking his fingers through it and you felt your tense muscles begin to loosen.

 “Perfect. You’re so good for me.” Loki praised you once he felt the tension leave your body.

 He continued to move his hips towards yours, gently pushing himself further into your warmth.

 You were wet enough for him to glide in with minimal resistance but the pressure was intense and felt somewhat uncomfortable. As he sank deeper into you, a slight pain began to shoot through your lower region, it wasn’t anything too unbearable but it made your eyes water and you tightly grasped the bedding beneath you in a fist.

 “You’re doing so well, sweetheart. Almost there.” Loki whispered, you could already hear how his arousal changed his voice, he spoke slower as if it were harder for him to concentrate on his words and his tone was deeper and breathier.

 You felt his lips leave feather light kisses on your cheeks and finally his hips were flush with yours and both of you let out deep breaths as he rested his forehead against yours.

 You stayed like that as you panted into each other’s mouths, until eventually Loki lifted his head and he wiped his thumb under your eye to dry away your stray tears.

 You gave yourself a moment to adjust to his size and the foreign feeling, before you experimentally shifted your hips and you felt him twitch ever so slightly against your walls causing Loki to let out a small gasp.

 “I’m okay, you can move.” You told him and you brought your arms up to wrap them around his shoulders as he gently began to roll his hips against yours, the friction caused his pelvis to brush against your inflamed clit and your hips twitched. 

 Loki brought his forehead down to your shoulder and you felt his warm breath pant over your collarbone with each roll of his hips, which gently encouraged the aching to subside. 

 Your hands explored down the smooth skin of Loki’s back as it curved with each thrust and you began to roll your hips with his to create more friction. 

 Gasps escaped your mouth as a dull feeling of pleasure returned to your stomach. The head of Loki’s cock caught a spot inside you and a cry to fall from your lips as your trimmed nails dug into the flesh of Loki’s back.

 Upon your reaction, Loki began aiming to hit the spot again but with more direction and force. He found it in no time and pulled an even stronger reaction from you.

 You brought your leg up to circle his hips, his bare behind brushed against your calf with the rhythmic movements of his pelvis. Loki moved his thumb back to your neglected clit and began applying pressure as he rubbed it with circular motions, awaking even more pleasure from the pit of your stomach.

 “You feel heavenly.” Loki spoke, his voice a strained whisper through his pants as moans continued to climb from your throat.

 Your leg which was wrapped around Loki pulled him closer as you rutted your hips against his, desperately trying to increase the friction and Loki got the message and increased his pace slightly, earning another whine from you as thrills shot through your blood stream. 

 “Will you come for me again?” Loki asked as he raised his head from your shoulder. “Coat my cock in your release?”

 You whimpered as you nodded.

 You were breathing gulps of air into your lungs more than you were breathing out causing you to feel light headed, but it only increased the pleasant static feeling which covered every inch of your skin, from the top of your scalp to the tips of your toes.

 You could feel your release getting ready to pounce on you at any moment as it stirred deep in your abdomen, with a few more thrusts in the right spot and increased pressure on your most sensitive nerve, you were crying a silent scream as euphoria charged through your bones. 

 “Oh my god, Loki!” You panted.

 You were sure your nails had actually punctured the skin of his back from your intense grip. Your leg shook with the waves of pleasure and coiled so tightly around him that Loki could hardly move his hips as he chased his own release.

 You felt him grab your leg, behind your knee and he pulled it up almost bending you in half, as he increased the speed of his thrusts and you whined from the overstimulation.

 It didn’t last long as Loki finally stilled and you felt his hot release shoot against your walls as he moaned your name right next to your ear.

 Loki’s chest fell against yours, after his arms gave way beneath him and you were both reduced to a breathless pile of useless limbs. 

 Once he regained his strength, he gently slipped himself out of you causing you to whimper and he shushed you with a kiss before he rested on his back beside you and you followed his heat, curling into his side. 

 It took you a few moments to realise that the thunderstorm had passed as the only sound that filled the room was the sound of the fire crackling.

 “That was my first time too.” Loki confessed out of the blue, his voice remained soft as he didn’t want to disturb the delicate atmosphere.

 You immediately propped yourself up on your elbow and looked down at him with your brows knitted together.

 “Why didn’t you tell me?” You asked him, it wasn’t accusatory, your tone was gentle and curious.

 “I didn’t want you to worry.”

 “Worry about what?”

 “That I might not be good or have no idea what to do or hurt you.” Loki listed.

 “You were none of those things, I mean, it hurt a little,” you confessed, “but that’s to be expected. You made it the safest, most enjoyable and perfect experience and it felt... I don’t even have the words. You make me doubt it was your first time.” 

 Loki couldn’t hide his delight at your praise as he fought between a proud smirk and a bashful blush.

 “I’m just very familiar with my female form.” He admitted, reminding you of when you saw her at the temple in Pompeii.

 Suddenly a harsh knocking on the bedroom door caused your body to jerk with surprise.

 “Be at the lounge in five!” The Doctor called through the door before you heard his footsteps retreat further down the corridor and the distant sound of him knocking on the other bedrooms.

 You and Loki shared a questioning look.

 “We should get cleaned up.” Loki suggested and you looked down at the state you and Loki were in before you looked around at your discarded clothes all over the room, realising that you would need a miracle to get clean and ready within five minutes.

 ***

 You and Loki entered the lounge and everyone’s heads turned to you as they took in your disheveled states.

 Both your hairs were in a state of disarray, you were only wearing your dress and you had forgone putting anything on your feet. Loki had his shirt back on, which was halfway tucked in and halfway tucked out of his trousers  which his braces hung loosely from. 

 “Nice of you to finally join us.” The Doctor remarked, like a school teacher, and you both quietly snuck into the room as all eyes followed you, until you sat down beside your auntie.

 “I’ve called you all here, on this endless night, because we have a murderer in our midst.” The Doctor began from where he stood, with his hands clasped behind his back, in front of the large fireplace. “And when it comes to detection, there’s none finer. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you... Agatha Christie.”

 The Doctor left the floor open for the murder mystery novelist as he took a seat on the opposite side of your auntie, and Agatha moved to the spot where he was previously stood.

 “This is a crooked house. A house of secrets. To understand the solution we must examine them all. Starting with you, Miss Redmond.”

 All eyes in the room turned to the young socialite, who looked startled to have all the attention on her.

 “But I’m innocent, surely.” She nervously spoke, in her delicate tone, as her doe eyes bounced back and forth.

 “I think the real Robina Redmond never left London. You’re impersonating her!” Agatha accused the young woman who smiled innocently.

 “How silly! What proof do you have?” She challenged.

 “Earlier today, Miss Noble and I found this on the lawn. Right beneath your bedroom window.” Agatha started to explain as she lifted a leather bound box from the table as Miss Redmond nervously diverted her eyes in a poor attempt at appearing nonchalant. “You heard Miss Noble, her niece and Sir Loki were searching the bedrooms and panicked. You ran upstairs and disposed of the evidence.” 

 Agatha opened the box to reveal tools hidden inside, encased in a red velvet lining, tools which a thief might use.

 “You came to this house with one sole intention. To steal the Firestone!”

 “The Unicorn!” Lady Eddison gasped, her voice already strained from her crying.

 “Oh, all right then.” Miss Redmond or rather, The Unicorn, yielded, her delicate tone vanished and she spoke with a heavy cockney twang and your eyes widened at the instant switch in her demeanour. 

 “Yes, I’m the bleedin’ Unicorn!” She confessed. “I took my chances in the dark, and nabbed it!” 

 She put her hand down the front of her dress and pulled the Firestone from her chest and threw it at the Doctor, who easily caught it with one hand.

 “So she’s the murderer?” Donna gasped.

 “Don’t be so thick!” The Unicorn rolled her eyes, “I might be a thief, but I ain’t no killer.” 

 “Indeed,” Agatha agreed. “Lady Eddison... You brought the Firestone back from India, did you not? Before you met Hugh. You came home with malaria and confined yourself to this house for six months, in a room that has been kept locked ever since.” 

 You recalled the room which your auntie had been almost attacked in, which was filled with dust and cobwebs.

 “Which I rather think means... you had fallen pregnant in India. Unmarried and ashamed you hurried back to England with your confidant, a young maid, Miss Chandrakala. Forty years ago, Miss Chandrakala took your newborn baby to an orphanage, but the professor worked it out. He found a birth certificate.” 

 “Oh, that’s maiden!” You gasped, finally realising what the charred piece of paper you had found in the fireplace meant. “Maiden name!”

 “So she killed him?” Donna asked.

 “I did not!” Lady Eddison defended herself. 

 “Lady Eddison is innocent.” Agatha confirmed, “because at this point... Doctor.”

 “Thank you.” He spoke as he rose from his chair and moved back to the floor, “because at this point, when we consider the lies and the secrets, then we have to consider... It was you, Donna Noble.”

 “What?!” She choked, “who did I kill?!”

 “My auntie hasn’t killed anyone!” You defended her with crossed brows.

 “No,” the Doctor sighed, “but you said it all along, this whole thing is being acted out like a murder mystery novel. Which means... it was you, Agatha Christie.”

 “So it was Agatha all along?” You gasped with surprise.

 “She killed them?” Donna whispered.

 “No!” The Doctor sighed, “but she wrote all those brilliant, clever books! And who’s her greatest admirer? Lady Eddison!”

 “So she did kill them!” Your auntie concluded.

 “No!” The Doctor sighed again. “Last Thursday night, what where you doing?” The Doctor asked the Lady.

 “I was in the library, reading my favourite Agatha Christie novel. How is that relevant?” She asked.

 “What else happened on Thursday night?” The Doctor asked and the room fell silent as his eyes turned to the Reverend, who had remained rather quiet this whole time. “You said, in the garden this afternoon, that last Thursday night, two boys broke into your church.” 

 “That’s correct. They did, but I apprehended them.” The Reverend answered. 

 “Really?” The Doctor didn’t sound convinced. “A man of God, against two strong lads. A man in his forties? Forty years old, to be exact.”

 “Oh my god.” Lady Eddison gasped, as she realised that the Reverend sat across from her was the child she gave up, exactly forty years ago.

 “You found those thieves, Reverend. And you got angry. A proper, deep anger, for the first time in your life, and it broke the genetic lock! You changed. Oh, and then it all kicks off, ‘cause this,” the Doctor held up the Firestone, “isn’t just a jewel, it’s a Vespiform Telepathic Recorder. It’s part of you, your brain, your very essence. And when you activated, so did the Firestone. It beamed your full identity into your mind, and at the same time it absorbed the works of Agatha Christie, directly from Lady Eddison and they became a part of you. You’ve killed because that’s what you think the world is.”

 “So he killed them, yes? Definitely?” Donna asked, one final time.

 “Yes.” The Doctor confirmed.

 “Damn it, you humanzzzz!” The Reverend rose from his seat and a hostile buzzing surrounded his voice, “I am so much more than you! What’s to stop me killing you all?” 

 A purple shimmer filled the room and the Reverend transformed into the giant wasp.

 “I think that’s our cue to leave.” Loki suggested as he put his hands on either side of your shoulders and began swiftly walking towards the doors.

 “Run!” The Doctor encouraged you all to leave the room.

 “Great! Now he’s chasing us!” Your auntie cried as you all ran through the hallway and out the front entrance of the mansion.

 “Damn it, why didn’t I put any shoes on?” You whined as the tiny stones of the gravel driveway dug into the souls of your feet as you ran. You heard the sound of a car engine and looked up to find Agatha driving away, trying to get the attention of the large angry wasp.

 “Agatha what are you doing?” The Doctor shouted.

 “If I started this, Doctor. Then I must stop it.” And as she sped off, the wasp chased directly after her.

 “Come on!” The Doctor encouraged you all into an empty car parked in the drive, it’s topless design meant all the seats were wet from the rain and you sighed with discomfort as the rainwater soaked through the back of your dress as it made contact with the seat, before the Doctor sped off in the same direction Agatha went.

 “Shouldn’t we be heading back to the TARDIS?” Loki suggested.

 “Time is in flux, Loki!” The Doctor yelled above the wind and the car engine. “For all we know this could be the night Agatha Christie loses her life and history is changed, we have to ensure that doesn’t happen.” 

 The Doctor chased Agatha down a narrow country road, until you pulled up to a lake where Agatha had exited her vehicle and was stood before the body of water holding up the glowing purple Firestone.

 “Come to me, Vespiform.” She lured the alien wasp.

 “She’s controlling it!” Your auntie observed as you all climbed out of the car once the Doctor pulled it to a stop.

 “Its mind is controlled by the Firestone and Agatha’s mind is linked to it.” The Doctor explained as he ran up to her side and you all followed closely after.

 “Indeed, Doctor. If I die, then this creature might die with me.” 

 “Don’t hurt her! You’re not meant to be like this.” The Doctor tried to reason with the large wasp which hovered above you all.

 “It’s not listening.” Donna sighed and she grabbed the Firestone out of Agatha’s fist and threw it into the lake behind her and you all ducked as the wasp flew straight after it, plunging itself into the water which rippled and bubbled from the splash, as the purple glow faded beneath it and you all watched with wide eyes as the wasp never resurfaced.

 “Donna, that thing couldn’t help itself.” The Doctor sighed.

 “What else could there have been done?” She defended herself.

 Suddenly Agatha doubled over as she clutched at her stomach and her legs gave out beneath her, Donna and the Doctor quickly caught her, each holding her up by one of her arms as she continued to grunt in pain.

 “Oh, it’s the Firestone!” The Doctor cried. “It’s part of the Vespiforms mind! It’s dying and it’s connected to Agatha.” 

 You watched helplessly from the side as she collapsed into the Doctor’s arms, expecting her to die and history to change but just when you thought it was over, Agatha sighed a gasp of relief as the pain left her before she fell into a sleep.

 “It let her go.” The Doctor gasped with surprise.

 “Is she all right, though?” You asked from where you stood above them.

 “Oh, of course! The amnesia! Wiped her mind of everything - the wasp, the murders, and us. We’ve solved another riddle. The Mystery of Agatha Christie. Tomorrow morning, her car will be found by the side of the lake. A few days later she turns up at a hotel in Harrogate with no idea of what just happened. No one will ever know.” 

 ***

 Once you had all solemnly returned to the TARDIS, you and Loki retreated to your bedroom and you noticed he was being particularly quiet as he sat on the end of your bed, just staring into nothing as you removed your soaked dress and changed into some comfortable nightwear. 

 Silently you lowered yourself onto the bed and crawled up behind him, slowly as not to startle him, you rested your chin over his shoulder as you hugged your arm around his chest so his back was against your front and you placed either of your legs on each side of his hips.

 “Something is wrong.” You hummed softly into the shell of his ear, concerned over the change in his mood. “What is it?”

 “Everything that happened... It just reminded me of New York. He was controlled by a stone... Killed people. Innocent people. Just like I did.” Loki’s voice was low and his head was hung with remorse as he fidgeted with his hands on his lap.

 You shifted on your mattress, so you were no longer behind him and sat down beside him as you placed your hand over his, pausing their anxious movements.

 “I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I should’ve realised.” 

 Loki remained silent and your head raced to find something to say.

 “Was... was that one of the six infinity stones?” You asked Loki, who simply shook his head.

 Another pause filled the room before you put your palm on the side of Loki’s cheek that was facing away from you and you gently guided him to turn his head.

 “Loki, look at me,” you encouraged him to lift his eyes to yours, “you’re safe here now, the mind stone isn’t controlling you anymore and what you did, that wasn’t you. I understand that because I see who you are. I’ve seen you save the world from an invasion in the Dark Ages. You’re in control now and you’re compassionate, courageous, confident... I don’t know why all the words I’m picking begin with C,” you chuckled softly to yourself, “but I feel as though I shouldn’t break the streak.”

 “Charming.” Loki added as the pain in his eyes began to fade into the playfulness which overtook it.

 “Well, there’s the confidence I mentioned,” you remarked, making Loki lower his head with a smile, “but yes, you’re right, very charming and captivating.”

 “And clever,” Loki continued and you nodded in agreement.

 “And cute,” You smiled.

 “Cute?”

 “Cute.”

 “I’ll show you cute.” Loki mumbled as he pushed your back to the mattress and gathered your wrists in his hands to pin them above your head as he attacked your neck with tickling kisses, causing laughter to bubble from your stomach as you squirmed beneath him.

 “Do you surrender?” Loki whispered lowly in your ear.

 “It’ll take a lot more than that.” You stood your ground.

 “Oh, you’re on.” Loki accepted the challenge and you realised it might be a long night yet.

[whitexwingedxdoves]

Kiss Me Once.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader Warnings/Rating: sexual nature, NSFW Time Frame: 2015 Summary: You and Steve give in to temptation after a party at Stark Towers. A/N: If you know me IRL and you’re reading this. No you don’t. You don’t see it. Move along. please excuse any grammar or spelling errors. I did not proof read. 

As you stumbled into your bathroom clutching a hold of a Champaign bottle by its neck, you feel the warmth of hands steady you hips. A contagious giggle escapes your lungs and you reach the counter top, carefully placing down the half empty bottle and placing all your weight on you hands as you hunch over the sink. Your giggle was imitated behind you, shaking your head you look up into the mirror and see one of the straps on your dress as carelessly fallen down your shoulder, Immediately you fix it, along with any stray hairs. “Oh Steve!” you sighed pressing your lips into a thin line as you examine the mess you allowed yourself to get into. “Why did you let me drink so much” you giggled running your fingers through the curls in your hair. Steve propped himself against the now closed door, crossing his arms at his chest as he watched you managing to stumble while standing in one spot. “I tried to stop you but you barked at me” He reminisced, cocking his head down with a perfect smile etched on his lips. “You said you finally wanted to let go and have fun!” He mocked peering at you under his brow bone. You didn’t respond instead you continued to examine yourself in the mirror, even with blurred vision you could see the red stains across your cheek from where you must have smeared your lipstick.

  “I should really get a shower” you thought out loud. “I look like I’ve just stepped out of an orgy” you exclaimed grimacing at the thought, you looked over at Steve who couldn’t help but laugh at your analogy. “Of course I haven’t” you added with a defeated sigh. “I’ve not even kissed a man in gosh... 74 years. Granted I spent most of that time frozen but still.. 74 years is a LONG time” As you seemed to go deep into the thought, you chewed on the side of your lip propping yourself up with one arm that was still planted on the counter top. You thought back to Bucky and the last time you saw him before you was taken by hydra. You could still feel the taste of his lips on yours if you thought hard enough. It wasn’t long until memories of your wedding day creeped up on you. The small chapel, the only one you could afford a the time, your white sundress you borrowed from your friend Betty because the cost of the chapel chewed up all the money you had saved, there was no way you could afford your own dress. How handsome Bucky looked in his suit and the tears in his eyes as he saw you walk down the isle. How small Steve looked in comparison to Bucky, hell how small Steve looked in comparison to you. Your eyes immediately snapped towards him as he looked up at you with a puzzled look on his face. “What you thinkin’ about” he asked, his voice was calm. “I was just thinking about my wedding day. God your so different” your words seemed soft as you admired Steve’s frame, walking over to him slowly. He just nodded in response taking a look at himself and brushing down his shirt. “I miss him Steve” you whispered as you got closer, your eyes filled with tears. Steve noticed how when the light hit them, they seemed to sparkle. “Me too” his words felt remorseful and full of regret, his eyes fluttered back down to his shoes not daring to look at you the way he always did when you spoke about Bucky. He knew how much you hated how he looked at you with pity but he couldn’t help it. His eyes flashed back up as he felt your hand on his chest, he couldn’t help but notice how soft your touch was, his eyes wandered the curve of your arm until he caught your gaze. Your eyes slightly puffy and glistening still. There was a slight tension there, you both felt it. You watched each other as you breathing seemed uneasy and short. Your eyes darting between his eyes and his lips and almost instantly guilt spread through your entire body. You pulled away from his chest and cleared your throat, turning your back on him as you walked back towards the sink.

  “ I keep telling myself to move on. Telling myself I deserve to be happy with someone else” you spoke, breaking the obvious tension that still lingered. “But how could I ever love someone else the way I love him.” Your words cracked as you stood looking in the mirror again, seemingly sobered by the thought of you late husband. Steve picked himself off the door and started to make his way towards you, his hand landed on your shoulder, though his hands were big and rough his touch was very much the opposite. Your eyes darted towards his hand as you admired the way they made you feel at ease. “You do deserve to be happy” he whispered back at you. “Just because you move on doesn’t mean you stop loving them” he added his hand giving you a gentle squeeze. It was then you realised you had been wrapped up in your own sorrow you completely forgot that Steve lost the love of his life too and right on cue the look of pity you hated so much rinsed over your own face as you looked up to catch his gaze. “Steve” you didn’t mean for it to come out in a whisper but it did. Your own hand now meeting his on your shoulder. He waited to see if you would follow up with a question but you couldn’t, there’s nothing anyone can say to make the situation any less heart-breaking. You just shook your head as you took his hand in yours, pulling it away from your shoulder. Your finger tips ran across his palm, it felt like pure electricity running through his hands. Your eyes following every crack and line that made up his hand, you allowed him to pull his hand away but your head stayed hung until you felt him take you head in his hands. His thumbs wiping away the salty tears on your cheek.

 Your eyes got lost in his, you admired how green specks meshed into the pool of blue in his eyes. There it was again, the tension. Its almost as if you couldn’t escape it, every time you touched one and other you body was sent into a hot flash, you had gotten pretty use to covering it up but as time went on, the harder it was to hide and this time it was damn near impossible. He felt it too but you didn’t know, not until now... not until you noticed his short breaths and the way his hands where clamming up at the feel of you skin, the way his cheek’s turned slightly pink as he stared into your eyes. “Just sex...” you spoke softly and quietly as your eyes bounced between his eyes and lips again, his face getting closer ever so slightly. He nodded in response, his eyes darting the same way yours did and just like that your lips crashed together in a lustful flurry. 

It was almost like you couldn’t get enough, One of your hands placed on the back of his neck, pulling him in as close as you physically could. The other hand ran through his hair as you lightly took a handful. His hands fell from your face and started to explore the curves of your body, his hands slipping your strap from your shoulder, he pulled away from the kiss and started to tenderly press kissed up your shoulder and on your neck. You allowed a small gasp of air escape as you relished in the feeling of being touched but you couldn’t handle it any more, your hands grabbed his face and pulled him back up to your lips, your tongue gently caressing his bottom lip before he allowed to you gain access to his mouth. The moment of passionate kisses lead to him leading you back into the shower, you gasped as you back hit the tiles. His hands instantly unzipping your dress and allowing it to fall down at your ankles and you took it as your cue to start unbuttoning his shirt, your hunger becoming more and more insatiable for him with each button you popped free.  Once your reached the last button you scrambled to pull the shirt away from his body as you felt his lips caress your neck again, your breathing became much more noticeable as you watched his shirt fall to the bottom of the shower. Steve wasted no time removing you undergarments, the feel of his hands on your bare skin caused Goosebumps all over your body, the realisation that you were now completely bare in front of him, you raced to his waist line, fumbling with his belt before he took control for you, undoing the buttons on his pants as he ripped the belt from the loops. You watched with hunger in your eyes pressed up against the back of the shower, biting down on your lip before his gaze met yours again once he was free of clothing.

“Are you sure about this?” he spoke, watching your reaction he waited until you nodded trying to catch your breath before he stepped in front of you again, his lips finding yours again. His arms wrapped around your entire body as he picked you up pushing you against the wall, your legs automatically wrapping around his waste as he kept you propped against the wall. His lips venturing out to explore the rest of your body, you pushed your arms against the wall, hitting the on button for the shower. The water came as a shock to both of you and you exchanged a light giggle before your lips met again. The water was cascading down on you both and you exchanged a deep and heated kiss before he pulled away. Keeping you propped perfectly on the wall he moved you down ever so slightly until he entered you, his eyes not leaving yours. Pinning one hand up against the wall and one hand on your bum as he thrust into you slowly and gently. You tried to leave his gaze, the passion feeling a little too much at the moment but he wanted to soak it all in. His hand left the wall though this didn’t slow down his thrust or disturb them in anyway, he pinched your chin between his fingers and turned your face so you were looking back into his eyes again. He watched as you fought with moans and he just shook his head, his face seemed almost animalistic as his thrusts gained pace and deepened. You could tell he wanted you to moan, he was doing everything in his power to make it difficult for you to keep it in. You sub come to his ways and let out a loud breathless moan, you watched as the corner of his mouth flicked up as he watched you hitting your climax but the look in his eyes told you he wasn’t about to stop there. You braced yourself as he pulled you away from the wall and wrapped his arms around you, moving your body for you so he didn’t break his rhythm. You grabbed a fist full on his hair and bit down on his shoulder as you where pressed against him, the feeling of climaxing twice was overwhelming but you could feel the smile on his lips as he kissed along your chest.

 He left one hand go free before pressing the off button on the shower. Keeping you perfectly balanced on his hip, carrying you to your room attached to the bathroom. As he threw you down on the bed, you felt the fabric instantly grab onto the moisture of your back. You watched as Steve climbed on top of you, propping himself up with his elbow, leaning into your body, his free hand followed the curve of your face before he entered you again. You didn’t bother fighting the moans anymore, Your hands gripping onto the sheets underneath you as you moved with his body. You looked into his eyes as you could feel he was ready to finish, you smiled at the thought of his satisfaction until he slowed down, his eyes widening as he climaxed. You left out a breath of air as he flopped down next to you on the bed. You both laid in silence for a moment, smiling at the obvious satisfaction you both craved, now being completely fulfilled.

 Neither of you saying a way as the smiles faded and the guilt crept in. Your thoughts instantly went to Bucky. His to Peggy. You avoid any eye contact with Steve as you scrabbled under the covers, a tear falling down your cheek. You listened as Steve picked himself up from the bed in search for something to wear, now his clothes were wet. He came back into the bedroom with one of your robes wrapped around him, snug. He looked down at the bed where you laid with your back to him, staring out the large glass window. A sigh left his lips as he hung his head in shame. “I’ll see you in the morning” he spoke, in hopes for a response. You let out a small hmm to confirm you had heard him. As he turned to leave the room, he heard you call out his name. Looking back he saw you now facing him with a look of guilt. “Thank you” you spoke, laying your head back down into the pillow. He nodded in your direction as he left your room. Once your door closed you swallowed the lump in your throat. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep that night.

[timextoxhajima]

HOSTIS, Chapter XIII: Inferno

Previous Chapter (XII: Terminus, Limit)

Member: Lee Hyunjae (tbz)

Genre (by chapter): drama, comedy, SMUT

Category: Short Novel/Long Series

“my eyes are up here”

the hedonic value of touch, the pleasantness or unpleasantness, is intrinsically related to the physical characteristics of tactile stimuli, like softness , temperature, force and velocity. 

however, as in other sensory modalities, the signals from the peripheral receptors are processed and modulated by several “top–down” mechanisms before the subjective experience of touch arises in the brain.

so what is your subjective?

the devil’s eyes were on the road, but his apparent need for provocation was draining into you by his palm on your right thigh. 

this scene was familiar, but there was no third party to anger him. there was no table to hide under.

it was just you and him in his car, with the air-conditioning blasting into your hair and face and drying the pores on your skin. 

each finger channels a certain amount of energy to apply pressure into your flesh, both inside and outside of your thighs. the rotation of his wrist allows him to dig his nails near a spot under your thigh, and it doesn’t help when each tightening grip inches its way up. 

the horribly familiar hardening of muscle in your abdomen ignites a harsh exhale from you, and in the not-so-still atmosphere, his little smirk in the reflection off the screen slaps a wave of annoyance into you.

“aw, kitten,” the car comes to a stop at a red light, and he angles his head just enough to show you his left eye. “what’s the matter?”

what’s the matter?

what’s the--

“’what’s the matter?’! you have a serious issue with how far you go to in order to win a game,” the snap was so sharp and quick, not only did it pull his lips apart into a demonic smirk, but it also tightened his hold around your thigh. he wasn’t even trying to hide how much he was enjoying having the heat of your flesh being in his grasp, like he owned it. 

every dollop of satisfaction was written all over his face like an open book, and his eyes grew darker by the second despite his attention still being on the road. 

the artery that ran along his arm and disappeared under the sleeve of his dress shirt was starting to peek at you from between your legs, and it does feel like his hand was around your neck instead of your thigh.

his house comes up along the road and his hand slides up nearer to your danger zone; your respiratory system starts to malfunction when the warmth of his hand ignites a burning sensation in your core. 

the car stops, and he finally releases your leg. the lack of physical touch empties you, and though you were heaving a sigh of relief, your skin wasn’t loving the loss of bodily contact. 

watching hyunjae walk around the kitchen and cook was a nauseating -- almost revolting -- sight to behold. the skin of your chest was literally flapping with the heavy thumps your heart was doing between your lungs, and no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t peel your eyes away from him.

the darkening white of his dress shirt becomes dotted and speckled with sweat, every now and then he reaches out to grab some sauce or ingredient and it stretches the material.

it sticks to his back when he’s relaxed, but every time his head turned, you could see the little droplets of sweat that rolled down the side of his forehead, wetting his fringe and sticking them to his face.

the energy required to flip and push whatever was in the frying pan was starting to attract all the veins from under his skin, and it was terribly difficult to stomach the sight.

the sight that your eyes loved but your consciousness didn’t.

 “kitten.”

oh, god, please don’t.

“come here.” 

a muscle under your left eye twitches like you were having a seizure, and your feet bring you to him even before you could start yelling at yourself not to. the frying pan and empty bowls used to prepare the ingredients were thrown into the sink , and two plates of cream pasta come into view. 

he shifts the two plates aside and lifts you up onto the counter where they previously were, the heat that they left on the surface now pressed against your rear. a knuckle cracks as you grip onto the edge, and he uses his hips to push your legs apart so he was standing between your knees. 

the damp fringe was pushed back, exposing his slightly glistening forehead, and the clink of a fork hitting the base of the plate knocks your attention away from his face. 

the reluctance to take the first bite surfaces on your face in the reflection of his eyes, and he feeds himself to prove that it wasn’t just a ploy to kill you -- though you were already half dead inside. 

your hand naturally comes up to take the fork for him as he’s twirling the pasta, but he holds it away from you, and shakes his head with a gaze that said, “behave.”

the first bite melts in your mouth, the heat from the cream runs over your taste buds and the pasta finds itself crushed between your molars while you feel your bones being shattered by the way he was looking at you. 

but lee hyunjae was the only person on earth who knew how to break you. 

some evil, life-destroying dollop of sauce decides to slip off the base of the fork and land on his shirt. 

it could’ve been ignored.

it really could’ve been fucking ignored. 

but he doesn’t.

each button he undoes, right under your nose, starts to make your gut churn. like you were about to throw up. 

the contours of his collarbones and chest start to reveal themselves, the evening sun gleaming into the house and reflecting off the little circles of sweat on his skin. the base of the shirt gets pulled up from under his hip, and the dip of his hips into his belt was obnoxiously eye-catching. 

“eyes up, kitten,” your chin gets pushed back up, and the line tells you that you’ve been staring at his torso for longer than you should’ve. “my eyes are up here.”

a pause. 

“unless you want something else.”

a smile that would’ve gone unnoticeable if you weren’t staring at his face shows up in the corner of his lips; his eyes not doing you any favour besides making you pool in your own mess of needs. 

he somehow manages to get you to mindlessly chew and swallow each bite he offers your mouth, the entire time spent without a single word spoken. 

it would’ve been such an awkward situation to watch or be in, but the discipline you needed to dig out from the depths of your soul was a feat to be accomplished. 

every now and then, he catches your eyes travelling downwards, your head following your line of sight. him tilting your head back up felt nothing but degrading each time he did it. 

both plates empty and he removes himself from between your knees, the sudden space making your lungs feel like you were drowning. the dishes get done pretty quickly, or maybe because you were just too busy figuring out what virus has gotten into your system. 

“you’re being a very well-behaved kitten, considering what you did today,” his hair was pushed back again, his arms circling your hips as he lifts you off the counter. the sudden jerk cues you to wrap your arms around his bare shoulders, and your noses come so close to each other, you were practically breathing down on his cheek. 

“or is it because you feel sorry that you did it?”

his fingers dig into your rear, and your brows furrow from the blood rushing all over your body. 

“very well,” he says after you refuse to, or can’t, respond. “stay quiet. we’ll see how long you can remain silent.”

your eyes choose to avoid his the entire time he walks you upstairs, and you couldn’t believe your eyes when he walks into his study, sits down in front of his home computer, and turns it on.

your lips had already parted to express your confusion, but he prevents a single sound from leaving your throat by cushioning his lips against yours. 

the metal button on your pants get undone and he aggressively pulls the material off your legs, your body complying by standing up and letting him remove it off your ankles. 

the belt around his hip gets undone while you return a kiss, and his hands on your waist pushing you down lets your wetness coat him like sugar glaze on a cake.

“oh... kitten...” he buries himself inside you by pushing you down, and your wrap around his shoulders tighten with your forehead pressing into his collarbone. 

he kisses your neck and ear, the light touch sending your insides into a mess as if they weren’t already in a tangle.

but the sound of a keyboard clacking starts to wrap itself around the part of your brain that has already been ruined by him. every small flex of muscle in his forearm twitches against the sides of your torso, but your walls were begging for movement, either of you to move. 

you were sure he was feeling your heavy breaths on his chest, so he’s not oblivious to what he was doing to you. 

there has never been a moment when he’s held your pride and ego at its throat like this before, in fact, everytime he has himself buried inside you, it was always some new way of breaking you. 

this time he was just waiting for you to do something for yourself. he was just waiting for you to move on your own. 

he’s put you in a position that you didn’t need him to do anything, but that made it all the more worse. 

each second and minute drags itself across the floor like a dying corpse, but he deliberately twitches inside you, the tip tapping on some deep, unforeseen spot that pushes you into both resentment and need. 

the keys clacking behind you was extremely frustrating, and if he wasn’t stuck inside you, you would’ve already stomped your feet on hi--

“it’s been exactly thirty-four minutes, kitten,” the clacking doesn’t stop, and your forehead was getting hotter against his shoulder. “i’m impressed.”

the clacking stops and your forearms get pushed away, your torso and head finally being pulled off his skin. little locks of hair get tucked behind yours, and your cheeks start to blush both from the gesture and him occasionally shifting inside you. 

“how long are you going to wait?”

i hate him.

“i let you ride and yet you refuse to.”

this piece of--

“if you want me to do it, you could’ve just said so earlier, kitten.”

your eyes squeeze shut as you turn away, but he reads you well, and pulls your chin back to him.

“it pains me to see you like this, kitten,” the skin on your neck gets sucked between his teeth, and the suction also pulls a gasp from your lungs. your fingers dig into the heart of your palm, both your fists wrapped around behind his neck.

but the thought of eric flashes through your head for a split second, and ares gets revived in the depths of your despair.

“at least eric wouldn’t wait for me to ask.”

the sucking on your neck halts abruptly, and nobody moves a single muscle for a few seconds, seconds that felt like they lasted for a lifetime.

“what?”

you pull away from his torso and find the energy to support your legs while they pushed you off the floor. having him inside you was so difficult to resist temptation, but you weren’t going to let him screw with your ego like this, not after he’s done it twice.

“i’m not going to listen to you just because you think you have me ‘wrapped around your finger’--”

he was already halfway out of you, but he shoves you back down and a yelp comes out through your throat. 

“good,” a grin forms on your face as you collect yourself. “you’re upset.”

his soft, patient, demure demeanor completely vanishes when he realised you were all too ready to leave. 

“you--”

“eric would be so nice to me, don’t you think?” your head tilts to the side and he tries to get a reaction out of you when he twitches inside. “he’s been trying to get my number for what, two weeks now?”

the look on his face falls into frustration, almost anger. 

you were still pooling around him, and it was taking a great amount of effort not to look like you were dying for him to move.

but watching him crack under the mention of eric was enough to set you off on fire. 

your feet push yourself off his lap again, but his hands on your thighs stop you dead in your tracks.

there was a simmering atmosphere boiling between the two of you, the room very definitively heating up with the amount of anger that was beginning to stir in his blood. 

“would you look at that?” your walls clench around him tightly, and it pushes a tight groan out from him. “you’re not so hard to break after all.”

it was like you flipped a switch and he started up immediately like a generator, picking you up and almost dropping you onto the desk next to the computer. 

his lips violently find yours and he bites on your bottom lip harshly, the pain spreading through your face and releasing itself into a gasp that allowed him to shove his tongue between your teeth. 

your legs get wrapped around his hips as he starts thrusting, each slam ending with a groan or moan that gets lost into his mouth. 

every muscle in you tenses up when his angle finds the perfect spot buried in you, your nails digging into the flesh of his arm tells him that he’s found it. 

the pitch of the lewd noises that were dripping off your lips rings like a familiar song to him, and for once he doesn’t stop. 

he’s thrusting like his life depended on it, like he needed the validation. 

the sweat forming on his forehead tells him to pull away so he can watch himself disappear into you, your fluids coating all over him like honey. the grunts get louder and he starts on your collarbones to mask his need to satisfy you. 

your arms holding yourself up nearly buckle and go limp when the rope inside your abdomen snaps; his hips continue to roll into yours while he chases his own high. 

the marks on your neck from friday night barely recovered, yet he was already making new ones. 

one sharp thrust tells him to pull out, and he coats your stomach with the hot fluid that disgustingly remind you of your dinner. 

his tongue jabs the inner side of his cheek, and the crown of his head bares itself to you while he looks down at your stomach. 

a nerve in your arm snaps when you try to sit up, and your torso loses all energy for a split second. 

but a second was enough for him to catch you before you fell backwards, and his eyes looked tired for once. 

“should i be worried you’re learning?”

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Chapter XIV: Errat

A/N: THIS CHAPTER WAS SO WHACK i literally had NO feels to write this smut and i really wanted to update but i can’t bring myself to write/post a piece i wrote without having feels for it. SO HERE IT IS. i hope all’s been good for you guys, it’s been two days since i’ve updated, but why does it feel so long urgh ;_;

[vsquadgoals]

Best friends part 2 (J.W)

Y/n, Natalie and Corinna follow David to the door of the frat where he talks to one of the guys and they all make their way inside. Whenever they go to parties like this it’s always madness with everyone trying to talk to David and get in the vlog which works in his favor, the rest of them are there to have fun and get drunk which is also good for the vlog.  

The girls decide to make their way into the kitchen to find some more alcohol since their buzz was starting to wear off from the drive, Zane, Heath, and Jeff follow them into the kitchen while David talks to some of the college students. Y/n is making a drink for herself and Carly when two guys from the frat come over to them trying to flirt, “So I haven’t seen you around here before, do you go to UCLA?” one of them askes as he hovers next to y/n, she shakes her head before taking a sip of her drink and handing Carly hers. “No, we were invited here by a friend.” She sure as hell wasn’t going to tell them that they were here with David, they’ve learned the hard way that it makes it harder to get them to leave them alone later.  

Jeff’s eyes were glued to y/n as some kid flirted with her, he wasn’t the type to get jealous over someone that he wasn’t even dating but it was y/n and she is still his best friend all feelings he has toward her aside he had to make sure she was safe considering he was one of the only sober people besides David and he was clearly busy looking for stuff to film. Y/n makes eye contact with Jeff and winks before turning her attention back to the frat guys she had zero interest in.  

“Listen I’m flattered and all but me and my girls are going to go enjoy our drinks and dance. We’ll see you guys around.” y/n says smirking to the boys and grabbing Carly’s hand as they make their way into the living room where everyone is dancing and there’s a random DJ booth which didn’t surprise y/n anymore, these parties were always strange.  

At this point y/n has finished her second drink and she dancing in the living room with all of her friends surrounding her, Toddy was behind her dancing with Natalie, Carly was with David as he filmed Zane dancing with some random girl and Heath and Mariah. Just as she was about the glance around the room and look for Jeff, she felt strong familiar hands grab onto her hips tightly and pull her back against his chest as she danced. Y/n smirked and looked over her shoulder to see Jeff smirking at her before leaning down and brushing his lips against her ear. “Looking for someone Doll?” he asked loud enough for her to hear over the loud music. Y/n just shook her head knowing he would never hear her over the speakers a few feet away from them. Jeff chuckled into her ear, “That’s what I thought.” He nibbled on her ear before pulling away and holding her hips against him and moving in sync with her.  

Y/n reached her arm behind her wrapping it around Jeff’s neck as she danced, her ass grinding against the front of his jeans, it wasn’t long before she felt him get hard against her ass. Y/n would be lying if she said that she wasn’t as turned on as him if not more, she was still soaked from the incident that happened in the back of David’s tesla.  

They danced like this for a while with Jeff kissing her bare shoulder every once and a while and his fingers gripping her hips tightly until Carly came up to them, “Will you come with me to find a bathroom or something.” Carly begged into y/n’s ear, she nodded quickly before turning to Jeff. Y/n stood on her tip toes, even in heels Jeff towered over her, “I’m going to go with Carly to the bathroom, don’t miss me too much.” She teased her lips pressed against his ear before she turned away from him and grabbed Carly’s hand making their way out of his sight.  

They found a bathroom on the second floor of the house, y/n followed Carly inside locking the door behind her, now that they were in there she had to pee too. While Carly went to the bathroom Y/n washed her hands and touched up her lip gloss. “So, what’s going on with you and Jeff?” Carly asked as she washed her hands and y/n combed her fingers through her hair trying to remove any tangles from dancing. “What are you talking about?” Y/n asked turning her attention to her friend. “Oh, come on y/n don’t play stupid with me, you guys are practically fucking out there!” Carly and y/n giggled, and she shook her head. “I don’t know Carl; I think I really like him but I’m just going with the flow. I don’t wanna ruin our friendship but on the other hand I can’t help it!” Y/n confessed to someone for the first time her feelings for Jeff, they’ve always been there but the liquid courage was making her do things she wouldn’t normally do; sure her and Jeff flirt all the time but it never really went further than them cuddling. Carly was a bit shocked at the confession from her friend. “Well damn, get it girl! His eyes have been glued to you all night; everyone has noticed! Just go for it!” Y/n smirked at her friend and grabbed her hand pulling her from the bathroom. “Come on let’s go have fun!”  

Once they made it back to the living room where they had left their friends David was rounding everyone up. Y/n grabbed onto Jeff’s arm to catch his attention as her and Carly followed them out of the house. “What happened?” Y/n asked him, Jeff shook his head and sighed. “Toddy almost got into a fight with some douche that grabbed Natalie’s ass.” Carly sighed and rolled her eyes, “Jesus you can’t take us anywhere can you?” She laughed and followed everyone to the cars. Jeff wrapped his arm around y/n’s waist and smiled down at her, she smiled up at him and winked following him into the back of the tesla taking her seat on his lap once again.  

Everyone decided it would be best just to head back to David’s and continue the fun there. Y/n laid her head on Jeff’s shoulder on the ride back to David’s while Jeff traced small circled on her back. She hummed happily closing her eyes. She hadn’t realized how tired she was until they were in the car. Zane was stilled amped up and ready to keep going playing it up a little for the camera on David’s front dash of course. By the time they got back to David’s it was 1AM and y/n was exhausted when she climbed out of the tesla.  

“Hey,” Jeff called before she followed everyone into David’s house, Y/n turned and looked at him leaning against the tesla. “Wanna get out of here? You can come to my apartment or I can give you a ride home.” Jeff offered putting a hand on either side of her as she was sitting on the hood now. Y/n smirked and nodded her head happily. “I’d love to come to your apartment; you know how much I love to cuddle with Nerf.” She teased winking at him. Jeff chuckled and grabbed her hand pulling her toward his car. “We’re not gonna say bye?” She asked following him. “God no, they’d never let us leave.” Y/n giggled and nodded in agreement before climbing into the passenger seat of his car.  

Once Jeff started driving to his apartment his hand found its way back to her bare thigh right were her skirt ended. Y/n bit her lip as she looked out the window trying not to show him how much he affected her. Jeff’s fingers rubbed teasingly against her thigh the entire ride to his place, by the time they were getting out of the car her face was flushed and she was almost soaked through her panties.  

Jeff was thrilled when they got into the elevator and it was empty, Y/n stood with her back against the wall as she twirled her hair around her finger looking Jeff up and down. Jeff couldn’t pull his eyes off her the way her dress framed her figure so well and her boots made her legs look like they went on for miles despite how short she was. “God, you’re killing me Y/n” he mumbled stepping closer to her. Y/n bit her lip and smirked looking up at him, he had a hand on either side of her keeping her pinned against the wall of the elevator. He brushed his lips against her collar bone and then up her neck, “Do you know what you’ve been doing to me all night Doll?” He growls into her ear giving her goosebumps, she shakes her head letting out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. Jeff shakes his head and chuckled, he grabbed her hand and places it against his hard cock. “It’s been like this since you came out of that bedroom.” Y/n gasps and rubs him through his jeans while he places wet kisses from her neck to her collar bone. “fuck..” He groans as the elevator door opens and they separate from each other. Jeff grabs her hand and pulls her to his apartment where he can’t open the door fast enough especially with y/n wrapping her arms around his waist and kissing he back of his neck.  

Once he opened the door he spun around and picked her up her legs wrapping around his waist. For the first time their lips meet and Jeff kisses her like it’s the last time his lips will ever touch hers. He slams the apartment door shut locking it behind him. Y/n pulls away from his lips only to catch her breath, the kiss making her dizzy, her lips quickly find his as he carries her into the bedroom. Once his knees hit the edge of his bed he pulls away from her lips and drops her onto the bed, he takes a second to admire her, laying on his bed, lips swollen from kissing and cheeks flushed. “God you’re so beautiful.” He groans before removing his shirt and kicking off his shoes. Jeff grabs her foot and slowly slips off her thigh high boots one by one, it makes her squirm how long he’s taking. “Jeff” She whimpers looking up at him her shoes and belt now on his floor. “What is it doll?” He teases as he undoes the button on his pants looking down at her. “I need you.” She practically moans slipping the straps to her dress down off her arms.  

That’s all Jeff needed to her to say for him to lose it, he slips her dress off her body along with her panties which are soaked, he spreads her legs looking at how wet she is, he couldn’t believe it. “I guess I’ve had the same effect on you too.” He mumbles before placing her legs over his shoulders and kissing the inside of her thighs before his tongue slips in between her folds and he begins to lap up her juices. Y/n’s hand immediately goes to his hair and she grabs it tightly moaning and throwing her head back, his tongue circles her clit and he slowly slips a finger into her dripping entrance. “Jeff!” Y/n moans loudly tugging on his hair.  

Jeff circles her clit a few more times before he can’t take it anymore, he’s removing his boxers and climbing on top of her kissing her lips hungerly again. Jeff lines himself up with her entrance and looks at her again for reassurance before slowly slipping inside of her, Y/n gasps and wraps her legs around his waist. “Jeff, Move please.” She whimpers moving her hips against his eagerly. Jeff smirks down at her kissing her lips again before he starts pounding into her relentlessly. “This what you wanted Doll?” He growls as he pounds into her harder and faster putting one of her legs over his shoulder. “Yes, Fuck yes.” Y/n moans loudly her nails digging into his bicep as her eyes roll into the back of her head. Jeff moans kissing and biting her leg that lays sloppily over his shoulder leaving small marks all over it. Y/n feels the knot in her stomach getting tighter and tighter as she grows closer to her orgasm, “Jeff, I’m gonna cum.” She whimpers balling up the sheets in her fists. “I’m right with you baby.” He moans, Jeff’s thumb finds its way to Y/n’s clit and circles it quickly bringing her to a mind-blowing orgasm. Y/n and Jeff moan loudly together as they both reach their orgasm together.  

Jeff hovers over Y/n a little longer trying to catch his breath as she peppers kisses on his shoulder. He smiles and slowly pulls out of her and falls onto the bed next to her signing happily. Y/n turns to face him smiling. “That was incredible.” he whispers wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her body against him, Y/n cuddles into his side and nods, they lay in silence for a little while before Y/n breaks the silence. “I like you Jeff, a lot.” She whispers against his chest too afraid to look him in the eyes. Jeff smiles and puts his finger under her chin making her look him in the eyes. “I like you too y/n.. We wouldn’t be here if I didn’t” He cups her cheek and kisses her softly on her lips. “I’m just so glad you feel the same.” He whispers against her lips.  

Jeff and y/n cuddle under the blankets almost asleep when a whimpering wakes them, Jeff chuckles and picks Nerf up from the floor and places him on the bed, but instead of cuddling into Jeff like he does every night Nerf goes to y/n’s side of the bed and cuddles into her back sighing happily before falling asleep pressed against her. “I guess I’m not the only one happy you’re here.” Y/n giggles and reaches behind her rubbing Nerfs soft fur a couple of times before placing her hand back on Jeff’s chest and falling fast asleep.  

A/n: Part 3? Let me know! 

[amythedvdhoarder]

Protection - Part 5

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warning: Fluff, smut and more smut 18+ Only

Summary: Bucky cannot bear that Y/N was hurt because of him. He has to find a way to keep her safe. Forever

Word Count: 1.9K

Author’s Notes: GIF not mine. First time ever writing smut so it could be / probably will be a bit rubbish. Weirdly changed tense half way through. Apologies for any errors.

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His thumb ran gently over your lips, he dipped his head down and gently kissed you. You let out a sigh against his mouth allowing Bucky access. His tongue lightly moved around yours as your hands slowly moved up his neck weaving your fingers into his hair. Without breaking the kiss, Bucky walked you gently backwards, both of you kicking off your shoes as you went.

The back of your knees hit the edge of your bed, making you and Bucky fall softly backwards on the duvet. You chuckled against Bucky’s mouth, the vibrations making him moan slightly against you. He pulled back and positioned himself so he was straddling you “I don’t think I will ever get over just how stunning you are Y/N”. You stared back at Bucky, he breathing was fast and his eyes were the evidence for the honesty in his words. “I love you Bucky”. You sat up and quickly rolled him over so you were sat on his hips. You capture his lips again with yours. Your kiss filled with urgency and desire, you could feel him hardening below you and a pool of heat starting to form under your belly. His hands moved down and found their way into the back pockets of your jeans. You rocked your hips slightly to create some friction between your clothed cores, his fingers kneading your ass cheeks. You pepper kisses along his jawline and suck and nip at the skin on his throat with your teeth. Both of you were moaning messes at this point and you were both fully clothed. You could feel Bucky’s hot breaths on your ear as he helped you press your hips down against his. “Y/N, you’re wearing too many clothes doll” he murmured.

You sat back and looked at Bucky, you ran your hands down his chest, lightly digging in your nails. You moved off him and stood at the side of the bed. He propped himself up on his elbows to watch. First you removed you jacket, throwing it onto the floor. You teased your t-shirt up and over your head to reveal a black lacy bra. You undid the button on your jeans,  hooking your thumbs underneath slowly pulling them down your long, slender legs and stepping out of them. As you stood back up, your eyes connected with Bucky’s which were blown with lust. Lifting your arms up, you removed your hair tie and shook your hair loose around your shoulders. You could hear Bucky’s breath catch in his throat. “Do you like what you see?” you said in a low voice. Bucky seemed incapable of speech, his eyes just pour over you as if to instil the picture into his brain. Your hands went to your underwear and this seemed to snap Bucky out of his trance. “Wait doll” he stood up and walked towards you.

His hands run over the smooth skin of your stomach, his metal arm is cold and it makes you shiver in response. You move your hands to his shirt, trembling slightly as your fingers undo the buttons. You push his shirt to his shoulders and he helps by shrugging it off. Your hands rub over his hard chest, your fingers lower and start tracing the taut muscles of his abdomen trying to memorise every detail of Bucky’s torso. His lips attach to your collar bones, moving along them sucking little marks as he moves. You sigh and let your hands fall to his trousers, tracing the outline of his hard member with your fingertips before undoing the button and starting to pull his trousers off. You hear a sharp intake of breath as Bucky’s hands lace in your hair as you sink to your knees. Bucky steps out of his trousers and you place your hands on his hips, your eyes level with the wet spot that has formed on his boxers. You tug the band of his boxers down, over his erection and let them fall to the floor. Licking your lips at the sight, you let out an audible hum of approval. Bucky can’t take his eyes off you, he nearly cums just looking at the scene below him.

With your tongue you lick a slow line from his base to the top, swirling your tongue around the end removing all the pre-cum and swallowing it. Bucky shudders as you take him in your mouth, sucking gently and moving your head to a slow rhythm. Your hand massages him and helps him edge closer to his climax. He uses his hand to help increase the pace and you moan sending vibrations right through him. You take him deeper and swallow, he moans out your name as you create even more suction with your mouth. Bucky holds you in place as he lets go, profanities fall from his lips as you take in his release.

Bucky brings you to your feet, his hands move to your back and unclip your bra, you help him remove it. His hands caress the soft mounds, gently rolling the soft buds between the fingers on his flesh hand, his metal hand pulls you to his lips. He can taste himself in your mouth and lets out a small animalistic growl. “God, you’re perfect Y/N” you moan in acknowledgement and deepen the kiss, both of you now fighting for dominance with your tongues.

Bucky lifts you up and your legs instinctively wrap around him, he throws you gently onto your bed and climbs over you. You take his metal hand and place his thumb into your mouth, you suck and twirl your tongue around it, all the while maintaining eye contact with him. He couldn’t feel the sensation but the sight turned him on even more. He pulled the hand away from you and brought his mouth down to the valley between your breasts. He places wet kisses down your sternum and the takes each of your breasts, in turn, in his mouth gently sucking. His flesh hand works its way downwards to your damp clothed core. He caresses the inside of your thighs, gently pushing them wider. He removes his mouth from your breasts and looks at you asking permission. “Buck … please” you beg, your arousal is becoming too much for you, seeking release you take his hand and place it where you need it. “Doll, your so wet for me already.” You move your hips against his hand and he chuckles. “Patience doll, I’ll get there.”

His thumb rubs against your bundle of nerves, the lace of your underwear helping to create more friction but you want more. You arch your back, pushing your pelvis up to try and increase the sensation. Bucky removes his hand and you cry out at the loss of touch. He pushes himself up off the bed and kneels on the floor. He places his hands behind your knees and pulls you down the bed so that your legs are bent over the edge of the bed, with him positioned in between your legs. You sit up, leaning back on your arms watching him. Holding the back of your calves, Bucky places butterfly kisses inside your left knee and up the inside of your thigh. The sensation of his stubble on the sensitive skin of your thigh driving you crazy. He moves his hands and lifts you slightly to remove your underwear. Your arousal now on full display for him; Bucky licks his lips and moves closer. He kisses the top of your right thigh, ghosting gentle kisses back towards your knee. You groan “Bucky…please I need…” He sends an innocent look towards you, he knows exactly what he is doing. Teasing you and increasing your needs and desires. “Tell me want you want doll” he says as he lifts your knees over his shoulder and moves his face closer to your damp heat.

“Your mouth, I need you to…” You were cut off by his lips surrounding your bundle of nerves. He hummed against you sending waves of pleasure through you. You had to bite back a scream as he sucked and nipped at your clit. You grabbed handfuls of the bedding in your hands to try and keep yourself grounded. He flicked his tongue up and down your folds, always returning to your clit. You could feel your climax building up and he edged you closer. His hands held your hips still stopping you from bucking, applying enough pressure that there would be tell-tale marks tomorrow. He continued use his tongue on you, moving in and out of your wet heat. “Bucky” you gasped. His mouth was back on your sensitive spot; the sensation of him tapping his tongue against you, coupled with his moans it sent you over the edge, crashing into the abyss. You screamed out his name as he kept his mouth on you allowing you to ride out your waves of pleasure.

Bucky climbed onto the bed and straddled your waist. You could see your arousal over his lips and tasted it as you pulled him towards you. “I need you Bucky” you gasped into his ear. He kissed you and moaned against your mouth as you shifted your hips below him. Keeping his weight on his metal arm, he reached down and teased your folds with his hard member. “You ok doll?” he said softly against your mouth. You kissed him tenderly giving him permission. He pushed into you. You both gasped, he stayed still few a few seconds waiting for you.

You felt complete, he filled you perfectly. Moving your hips, you signalled to him that he could move. He imprisoned your lips with his as he completely pulled out of you and then slammed back home again. You cried out and the sensation, you wrapped your legs around him holding him close as he set the pace. You arched your back letting Bucky hit new depths, your hands scratched down his back and he moaned “Y/N god, not sure how much longer I can…” You rolled your hips towards him, crying as he hit your sweet spot over and over again. He reached his metal hand down between you and rubbed small circles on your clit. The coldness made you cry out as a familiar sensation built up. Bucky’s thrusts became more erratic as your walls clenched around bringing him to his climax, gasping your name, he spilled into you, the sensation triggering your orgasm. You chanted his name as he continued with sloppy thrusts as you rode out your high. You felt like you could pass out from the pleasure coursing through your whole body. Bucky collapsed onto you, wrapped in your arms, both panting as you came down from your highs.

Absentmindedly you stroked his hair from his forehead and placed a kiss on the top of his head. “I love you Bucky”. He tilted his chin up to look at you “I love you to Y/N, it’s never been like that with anyone.” You smiled at him lovingly. He pulled out of you slowly and placed a tender kiss on your swollen lips. He got up from the bed and padded into the bathroom. He returned with a damp cloth to clean you up. After he threw it into the laundry basket in the corner and got back into bed. You felt thoroughly satisfied but exhausted. Your eye lids felt heavy as you felt Bucky’s arms wrap around you. He pulled you close and you drifted into a contented sleep.

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[honeyandvinegar]

Take One Breath

Pairing: Macdennis

Words: 1582 Words

Summary: Even though Dennis would rather claw his own eyes out than admit it, sometimes everything just became too- too much. The numb ache would turn to a throbbing, pounding in his scull and he just couldn’t cope with every living, breathing thing hovering over top him. It’s, it's okay though. Mac would somehow always be there to pick him back up and pull him from the recesses of his haunted mind. Even with every dark shadow threatening to close in around him, as long as he has Mac then he's fine.

Warning: Self harm

Author’s Note: Hi, this is my first time writing for Macdennis or in the IASIP fandom, so I hope you like it! (Also I wrote this after I dissociated and it was surprisingly inspirational? Haha, anyway enjoy :D) P.S. The summary is shit, but I promise the story is much better!

Opening the door to his and Dennis's apartment, Mac is expecting it to be like any other Saturday night. That is definitely a mistake on his part. He should've remembered that things are always unpredictable when it comes to the gang, when it comes to Dennis.

The first thing that throws him off is the bottle of Gin and the turned over glass on the coffee table. The contents that had been left inside of the glass now cover it. The bottle is still pretty full though, so Dennis can’t be drunk yet. Mac's brows furrow and he heads towards the other man's bedroom.

He is just passing the bathroom when a noise from inside makes him pause. Mac's heart rate increases from the familiar sounds of harsh, cut off sobbing from inside. He doesn’t even think twice before pushing the door open.

What he comes upon is something he is not unused to seeing. Dennis looking up at him with eyes barely focused, almost unseeing. His arms are bloody from the razor still clutched in his hand. Tears stream from his eyes, causing his makeup to run. Dennis doesn’t seem to take notice of any of it though.

Mac's heart clenches at the sight, so he does the only thing he can and immediately jumps into action. "Everything's gonna be okay." He's muttering, to Dennis, to himself as he kneels down beside the other man, taking the razor and dropping it to the floor beside them.

He sounds like he's trying to stitch back together the fragile peace they've managed to coexist around in and out of their whole lives. Like maybe if he keeps saying these reaffirming words enough times then Dennis will actually start to believe him. His voice is mixing with the sound of his labored breath as he wipes at the blood streaking across Dennis's skin, maybe more harshly than is warranted but he's so caught up in how and why and I'm right here, I'm right here that he doesn't really register it. Just wipes and holds, keeping the pressure on. It's not deep enough to do any serious damage, not this time at least. But in Mac's mind is always what about next time, and he doesn't really have an answer to that, not when he looks up and sees the shadows dancing across his friend's pale face.

So because he's Mac and Dennis is Dennis, he does what he always does. He's the protector after all, of Paddy's Pub, of the gang, of Dennis. He grabs the bandages from their first aid kit and slowly begins to wrap them around the torn flesh of Dennis's arms, first one and then the other. Dennis watches him the whole time, not uttering a word. He's usually quiet after moments like these, reveling in the way Mac's hands have gone gentle as he seems to resign himself to his task with almost methodical precision. It's a word one wouldn't normally think of when they pictured the overbearing, muscle-bound Jesus freak, which perhaps makes it resonate all the more with Dennis. After all, he's only like this when he's close to breaking too. Something about it seems almost divine, otherworldly.

Mac finishes up, then wraps a hand around Dennis's wrist. Just the right amount of pressure, loose enough for Dennis to break away from if he chooses. He won't, not this time. Their eyes catch on each others' for the first time since Mac got home to find him this way. Mac raises one arm, bandage soaked through with blood and kisses right at the pulse point, eyes never leave Dennis's own. It's a few seconds before time seems to start moving again and Mac lowers the wrist.

"Come on, let's get you to bed, man." He rises to his feet and when Dennis is slow to respond, Mac brushes a hand through his messy curls. "Den?"

He knows through years of the same routine to be gentle, yet persistent when it comes to this side of Dennis. He coaxes him into a standing position and curls his arm around the other man's waist.

They step out of the bathroom and forgo Dennis's room, heading instead to Mac's. He doesn't even have to ask anymore, just knows on bad days, bad nights, that this is where they will go. Dennis won't say it out loud, but he hates to be alone, and Mac will whisper over and over again that he prefers not to leave him in that state anyway, anything to comfort him, make the distance between them feel less small. Mac leads Dennis to the bed, the left side of course. He sits him down and brushes hands across his cheeks, almost reverently, then begins to undress him. Dennis told him once that during these times, he hated the sensations of the fabric rubbing against his skin. It was too much, too loud, suffocating and harsh.

Mac undoes the buttons of his shirt and whispers soothing words to help calm and reassure Dennis, just as much as himself. "Here, hold your arm out." He unfolds the sleeves where they're pushed up. "It's just like any other day, Den." Presses a kiss against his forehead. "Tomorrow's another one, huh?" Slides his shirt off his shoulders and throws it in a corner of his room to be a reminder for another day. "God, I love you." His words are whispers, prayers on his lips for safety and protection for this man, for the only person he's ever been in love with. Mac lies him down against the pillows, pops the button on his jeans, unzips them and tugs them down until they're off and discarded near the pile.

Dennis always seems so much smaller, ribs poking through and collar bones jutting out more noticeably, after he's had a breakdown. Even if he's been eating like he should, like Mac tries to make him. It's no secret that Dennis does not do vulnerable. But if he's going to have a moment, Mac is the only one he'd want to be around to patch him back up and stick together the broken pieces of his fractured self anyway.

Dennis is getting tired, Mac can see it in the way his eyelids start to droop and knows it by how he's starting to tug at his hands, like he's trying to pull him down with him. Pull him down into his frenzied whirlwind of helicopter emotions, chaotic fits of rage, and never-ending cycle of psychosis. Too late. Mac's been right there with him since they met that day standing under the bleachers, a scrawny tattle tale always trying to be more bigger than he was and a haughty rich kid with too many secrets, both always hiding behind words of insincerity and smiles just a little too wide, a little too crooked to be honest.

Mac unlaces Dennis's shoes, pulls them off, thinking to throw them in the pile before stopping. Sets them beside the bedside table instead. He doesn't want to make any unnecessary noises that will put a strain on Dennis, only wants to ease his burden at this time in whatever way he can. When he brushes his hand against an ankle, set on removing his socks, he's stopped by a soft murmur from the other man. His eyes scan up immediately, assessing any level of danger. That's his job after all.

"Hey, hey. What is it, man? Everything okay? Can I get you anything?" His hands grab Dennis's in an unconscious move. "What can I do?" It's asked softly, tenderly. Dennis almost can't take it, almost can't keep looking into Mac's eyes, but he can't look away.

"I said-", he pauses, working through some emotion. "com-get over here."

Well, that's that. Mac squeezes the hands he's latched onto and then makes quick work of ridding Dennis of his socks. Into the pile they go. He's much less careful about shedding his own clothes and makes quick work of adding them to Dennis's. The moment he's in the bed, Dennis curls into the warmth at his side, hesitatingly wrapping around his waist. They never talk about the intimacy of this, the two of them wrapped up in one another, skin on skin, but there's no denying they both need this, like a lifeline, like a last breath, they can't do without.

Later, when Dennis has rested and Mac is sure it's safe to leave him in a room by himself, he will come back into the bathroom, look in the mirror at his haggard state, brush a hand over his face, take one, two, three deep breaths, and then rid the room of any remnants of what happened hours prior. See the bloodied, wet rag, and think that needs to be washed. Pick it up, and throw it in the toilet trash bin instead. Kneel on the floor to retrieve the forgotten razor, starting to crust over with dried blood. He'll throw it in the trash bin and immediately afterward, release a dry heave into the toilet until his stomach is cleaned out, leaving him shaking with the feeling of being empty and yet too full. He'll throw some water on his face cause that always helps people on the movies, doesn't it? Brush his teeth for good measure. And then he'll scrub. He'll scrub the surfaces of the bathroom so hard, over and over, until he's sure there's no trace of what happened. Until the next time. 

[trashmenofmarvel]

Devil’s Backbone - Chapter 7

Pairing: The Winter Soldier x S.H.I.E.L.D. agent!Reader

Summary: With your team dead and your mission failed, you’ve been taken by the assassin to an unknown location and are at the mercy of your cruel tormentors. (This fic is explicit, 18+ only, mild dubcon)

Chapter Warnings: Mild dubcon, compartmentalization, smut, so much smut

Word Count: 3.4k

Tag List: @pandalandalopalis @insidethemindoftrent

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You hadn’t felt someone’s mouth on your neck in a long time, but the sensation was unmistakable even if it was extremely soft. Feather-light and punctuated by tickling puffs of air as he exhaled. Pressing down more firmly, his lips mouthed at your skin.

You couldn’t stop the shiver that reverberated up your spine and you couldn’t hide the goosebumps that covered your arms. His grip had slackened on your wrist and shoulder, but he only moved closer as evident by the body heat you now felt inches away.

When his teeth lightly catch the bottom of your earlobe, your knees nearly buckled as your legs jellified. Shame heated your cheeks, not just for what he was doing, or how you couldn’t deny how good it felt, but by how easily he undid you. Made you malleable and docile and downright goddamn submissive.

It wasn’t you. This wasn’t you. You had to stop this, had to get out before you let this insanity go any further. You had sworn you would fight this time. You promised it wouldn’t happen again. You promised.

Just as you were about to shove him away and make a break for the door, you felt his tongue against your skin, licking your earlobe to draw it further between his teeth.

It was so fucking indecent and you made the most pathetic, needy noise in response. You were already wet if the tension between your thighs was any indication, and it was only made worse as he released your earlobe and trailed downward. His lips and tongue tasting your skin was enough to send warmth pooling into your belly, but when his teeth grazed down the side of your neck you ached so hard so fast that it was almost painful.

When he mouthed your collarbone, you nearly lost it. You moved against him, your body unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer. With your free left hand, your fingers scrambled against his vest, desperate for something to hold on to. But he grabbed that wrist too and pushed it back against the wall, leaving you helpless and pinned.

He may have wanted all the control to keep you trapped and unable to resist him, but even in your need you hated feeling powerless. His metal fingers never loosened or grew slack, but eventually his flesh hand did. As he mouthed the column of your throat, forcing you to give a breathless whimper, you finally wrenched your left hand free and buried it within the soft mass of his hair.

He went completely rigid, his mouth freezing against your skin. You had planned to grab his hair to yank him back and pull him off you. Instead, you moved your fingers downward to brace the back of his neck and pull him closer, forcing his face harder into your throat.

His mouth next to your ear was the only reason you were able to catch the quiet noise he made. It was soft, almost a whimper, but the undeniable pleasure in it sent a jolt directly to your core.

With renewed enthusiasm he latched onto your neck, trailing fire down your throat with lips that compelled you to tilt your head back. He made a noise of approval low in his throat, sending electricity through your pelvis. After he had thoroughly tasted every inch of your throat, he traveled downward, mouthing at your collar bone before continuing, kissing down your sternum until he reached your stomach.

He had released your wrist and shoulder by now, his large hands now holding onto your hips and thighs. One of your hands was curled into his hair while the other grasped his shoulder for something to hold onto.

When he lifted up the hem of your shirt and mouthed at the sensitive skin of your stomach, you gripped his hair tighter and gave a sharp gasp. He continued to kiss and tease with his teeth and it took everything you had not to squirm. You had never been so responsive to someone’s touch before, but you didn’t think about that now—you just needed more.

He unhooked the top button and pulled down the zipper, lowering your pants just enough to tongue the area just below your bellybutton.

“Oh, God,” you said in a breathless whimper. His only response was to hook his fingers around the waistband of your pants and pull them down to your ankles. He lifted his mouth away just like enough to remove your boots and then your pants, leaving you only in your tank and underwear. You should have been freezing, but instead you felt your skin was burning up.

He gripped your outer thighs with his hands, one warm and the other cool. It felt strange but good, really good, and when you looked down to see the metal fingers running along the curve of your bare leg, you had an entirely new reaction to his lethal arm.

When your gaze traveled to his face, you couldn’t look away. His pupils were blown and his lips were kiss-swollen, and his cheeks were flushed in a way that made you goddamn soaked. He looked debauched as he stared up at you, on his knees, his lips pressed against your thigh as he mouthed upward.

You had already been aching for his touch, but the anticipation of him edging closer toward your place where you really wanted his mouth was driving you insane. To say your body was reacting was an understatement. You were struggling to control the pace of your breathing, your heart racing like a horse and your fingers trembling as you tried to touch whatever part of him you could reach. His shoulders, his arms, his neck. He especially seemed to like it when you curled your fingers into his hair. His responses were reserved and muted, a shiver or a breathless sigh, but they were there.

And you were becoming enthralled with them as he was on his knees, worshipful.

When he pressed his nose against your clothed mound, your legs nearly gave out. He held you up with his hands and you could feel the strength in them. Your fingers tightened in his hair, eliciting a shudder from him. But he didn’t stop nosing and mouthing at you, practically burying his face between your legs. You thought you might just die on the spot.

“Fuck,” you choked out, entirely unable to keep the needy whine out of your voice. “Please…” You couldn’t keep the desperation out of it, either.

When he moved his mouth away, you looked down, disappointed frustration filling your chest. But then you watched, stunned, as he leaned up and took the hem of your panties in his teeth and pulled them slowly down your legs.

The sight of that alone was almost enough to undo you.

He pulled your underwear down and over your calves and ankles, and you stepped out of them, exposed and shivering even though you were running as hot as a space heater.

He didn’t leave you alone for long; he stared at your mound, curiously almost, and you felt blush of shyness you hadn’t experienced since your youth.

And then all shyness was forgotten as he moved forward and licked a stripe up your folds, taking his sweet time, savoring you.

“Shit!” You slightly jumped as an electric jolt went up your body, all the way up to your tightening nipples as the warmth flooded your lower belly. You wouldn’t have been surprised if your thighs were goddamn dripping with your own need at this point.

He ignored your curses and licked again, digging his tongue deeper this time, slipping between the folds and running over your sensitive clit. You shuddered hard, once again grabbing onto him to hold onto something. He didn’t seem to mind your fingers digging into his shoulders, and you could feel the unyielding metal under the left cusp of his vest.

As much as you wanted to watch him taste and lick you as if you were a delectable fruit he was going to devour, you couldn’t hold resist your own pleasure any longer. You closed your eyes and arched your back against the wall, slightly spreading your knees to give him better access as you pulled him tighter against you.

He responded eagerly, burying his face into your crotch as he licked loud and lewdly, sucking on your clit to punctuate. You twitched and shuddered against him, and he gripped your thighs tightly to hold you still.

The pressure coiled in your abdomen was building at a delicious pace, but you still wanted more. You wanted him inside you. And that need was making you unable to remain cooperative under his grip.

Without warning, he grabbed your right leg and hooked it over his left shoulder. You barely had time to register what he had done because he had immediately darted his tongue into your entrance, plying you open as he plunged within and gave you exactly what you needed.

The noise you made was shameless enough that you were almost shocked by it, but his tongue quickly drove any thoughts from your mind. You looked down, heat flooding you at the sight of his metal arm curled around your thigh, holding you firmly in place while the hard plates left indents in your skin.

There was no possible way you would ever look at that arm the same way again. But seeing him between your legs, eating you out as if he was starving, was the thing that pushed you over the edge.

You arched your back and gasped for air as your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave. There was no hand to cover your mouth this time, and you had to clench your jaw hard to muffle the cry that ripped from your throat. You banged the back of your head against the concrete and barely noticed, too consumed by the ripples of ecstasy that expanded across your skin and danced along your nerves.

He sustained your orgasm by continuing to tongue you, slowly and gently across your throbbing clit, making your thighs twitch with each contact. Overwhelmed from the attention to your now oversensitive skin, you tried to think of a way to get him to stop.

As if your body knew the answer before your brain did, your hand loosened from the grip on his hair and moved through the soft strands with something like gentleness.

He paused, and then moved away from your folds, leaning his cheek against the inside of your thigh. You were beginning to understand what it was that made him respond so readily to something so small and simple. He was as touch- and affection-starved as you were. You weren’t sure how to feel about that.

When your climax finally passed, you expected him to release you. To leave without a word. So when he reinforced his grip and suddenly buried his face back between your legs, running his tongue along your folds and lapping up your juices, you accidently banged your head against the wall again.

“Oh, God!” you said in a sharp moan. “Shit, shit, shit—“

Your curses were silenced when he slipped two fingers between your folds and into your entrance, giving you no time to prepare for the sudden fullness of him inside you as he continued to lick and tease at your sensitive nub.

You were beyond speaking now. All you could do was hold on as he pulled you apart, ruined you in the best way possible. Your left hand alternated between petting and gripping his hair, and your right dug into the hard metal of his arm. You didn’t know if he could feel it, but your nails scratched along its surface as the silver arm remained curled around your leg.

His mouth switched between licking and sucking your clit as his fingers kept a steady rhyme, fucking you hard and deliberate. The heel of your foot dug into his back, senselessly trying to pull him in even though he couldn’t possibly get any closer than he was.

But you did want him, needed more of him. His fingers and mouth were unraveling you at the core, but it was the unbidden thought of him spinning you around, shoving you against the wall, and slipping his length between your folds and stretching you around his cock that made you come so hard your ears rang.

You didn’t realize your legs had given out until you came back to yourself and found you were practically half-sitting on his shoulder. He didn’t seem to mind; the licks he swiped across you after removing his fingers were slow and sweet, and you shuddered at each one.

When he uncurled your leg from around his shoulder, you managed to remain on your feet. Barely. The afterglow of your climax left you feeling drugged and sluggish. You couldn’t experience happiness, not in this place, but the temporary relief from your constant agony was almost just as good.

After the assassin rose to his feet he lingered a few inches away, filling your vision with his intimidating bulk. His soft brown hair hung in his face, his pale eyes watching you from behind them, almost shyly, but his lips were swollen and pink and unmistakably damp from your juices.

You wanted to kiss those lips so badly it almost hurt. You had always been a cuddler after sex; even now you felt the need for affection and closeness. You wondered if he wanted the same thing, or if it was a delusion to think this was anything more than a strange exercise in power.

But… he wasn’t leaving, either.

You got an idea. A very bad one you knew you shouldn’t follow through. You could have blamed it on the postcoital bliss. Maybe you had already lost your goddamn mind and just didn’t know it yet. Whatever the cause, you leaned forward and caught his bottom lip between your teeth, tracing your tongue across it and tasting yourself there.

His breath hitched, a sharp inhalation through his nose. You expected him to shove you back or pin you to the wall, the limits of his patience reached. But he didn’t. He remained perfectly still as you mouthed at his lips, shivering at how soft they were.

After a few seconds, you paused. He wasn’t responding.

You frowned, confused. He had had no qualms about using his mouth to eat you out like a goddamn buffet, but now it was as if he didn’t know how to use it. His lips were slightly parted, hovering just over yours. He was barely breathing, and you wondered if you stop before he made himself pass out.

Instead of retreating, you curled your hand across the back of his neck, lightly scratching your nails into the base of his hairline. From how he had reacted before you thought he might have enjoyed it, and you instantly knew you were right. He sighed against your lips, a low noise at the back of his throat, and he leaned forward and molded his mouth against yours.

You practically melted. The act felt more intimate than anything he had done to you so far, and your skin tingled as a flush creeped up your chest.  

The kiss itself was surprisingly gentle, almost chaste. He wasn’t touching you anywhere else, not even with his hands, and the lack of contact was confusing and strange.

Then he made a small noise and pressed down harder against your lips. Responding without thinking, you opened your mouth to him, tentatively tasting his lips with your tongue. To your surprise he parted them, and you slipped your tongue between his teeth, licking into his mouth.

The thrill of it made your thighs clench together, and before you could stop yourself you moaned into his mouth.

His response was swift; his fingers gripped your waist and he pinned you between the wall and his torso, making his rigid erection against your hip very pronounced.

In that moment of postcoital haze, blissful and warm and liquid, all you wanted was for him to feel the same. For your fingers and lips and body to draw from him the same ecstasy he had given to you a moment ago.

At that point, your brain stopped working and your body took control. You rolled your hips forward in response, rubbing against the straining through his pants. He froze, but you didn’t notice until it was too late.

When you lowered your other hand to unclasp the holster slung around his hips, he broke the kiss so fast you were left stunned. He grabbed your wrists roughly and yanked them away from his body, hard enough to hurt.

You were frozen, completely immobilized by the cold fury in his eyes. Piercing and sharp as ice, boring into your face as if you were nothing more his hated enemy.

He kept his eyes on you as he carefully reached down and picked up his mask from the floor. You’d forgotten it was even there.

Animal terror curled in your belly. You were all too aware how exposed you were, backed against the wall in nothing more than a tank top. But he didn’t touch you again. Instead, he straightened to his full height, towering over you with hard eyes and lips pressed firmly together.

You blinked rapidly, trying to clear the stinging moisture from your vision. You barely breathed, shaken by the rapid change in him, vulnerable in a way you’d never been in your entire life.

Perhaps he noticed the fearful change in you, because he watched you for a long silent moment before his gaze wavered and drifted to a point above your shoulder.

And then he turned and stormed from your cell, slamming the door hard enough for it to shake in its hinges.

Your legs buckled and you slid to the floor. Your calf and thigh muscles trembled weakly, but you forced yourself onto your knees as you quickly scooped up your clothing, pulling on your underwear and pants and finally your boots, not wanting to be unclothed for a second longer.

Once dressed, the trembling subsided enough for you to brace the wall and pull yourself to your feet. That’s when you noticed the food tray, forgotten on top of the sink. You considered ignoring it, but even now you couldn’t shake the training that seemed to be engrained into your bones. You took it with you back to your bed mat. There was no point in wasting calories, not when you knew you would desperately need the energy later.

As you began to eat, you methodically compartmentalized everything that had happened. You had no fucking clue what you were doing. The whole situation was insane, but then again, you were in an insane situation. Kept for days, tortured for no reason you could decipher, your team murdered by the very man you had sought comfort from twice now.

None of it mattered right now and it could be processed later. You focused on each bite, chewing the bland, cold food without tasting it.

Black and white. That was what you needed. The stability you had always craved. You didn’t do grey. Because in the grey, there were too many unknowns. Too many things that could be allowed, like the fact you were beginning to feel something for your captor. And where he, apparently, felt something too.

Pack it up.

He was a brutal murderer. An inhuman killer. A real-life monster. But for a little while, he had made you forget. He had made you feel something other than pain and misery.

Close the lid tight.

As unpredictable and dangerous as he was, the violent impulses that drove him to do the things he did seemed to stop short of hurting you. And you had no idea why that was or what to do about it.

You paused. Deliberated. Maybe… maybe there was a way to reach through to him—

No. The voice was harsh. Blunt. It sounded like Rumlow. This one goes too. Put it away. Focus on the mission. Survival at all costs.

You couldn’t rely on any mercy from the assassin. You were on your own. And with that last portcullis shut tight, the image of the man’s sorrowful blue eyes was buried out of sight.

Next Chapter

[malakhai-ozera]

               Discord Thread II One Liners

DISCORD THREAD FEATURING: Khai Ozera & Emily Davis (@warmvlbes​)

MENTIONS: None

WHEN: June 23rd

DESCRIPTION: Emily comes over to Khai’s apartment after getting her nipples pierced.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Smut!!!

~𝓔𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂~ “Honey I’m homeeeeee!”

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ I’m in the living room. Come here!

~𝓔𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂~ Emily walked over before peeping her head around the corner with a small smile. “hi baby.”

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ “Hey gorgeous” motions with his finger for her to come closer with a sexy grin.

~𝓔𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂~ she walks closer and moves to straddle his lap. “Long time, no see.” She winks before leaning down to kiss him softly. “I’m surprised you’re not asleep”

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ Wrapping his arms around her he kisses her back just as soft. “You know me, I don’t sleep much.”

~𝓔𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂~ “I know but that was a long flight. I just care.” She’d kiss him again, running her fingers through his hair. “Are you hungry? I brought burgers from stardust.”

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ “I know. I’m okay though.” He means his chin in her chest looking up at her while she strokes his hair. “Mhm”

~𝓔𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂~ “Alright let me go grab them. I put them in your kitchen. I’ll be right back.” She’d cup his face and kiss his forehead before getting up to grab them and bring them back. “I got stuff on the side because i didn’t want to put anything on it you wouldn’t like.”

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ0 Smiling genuinely as she kissed his forehead, he nodded and watched her go and grab the food. “You’re the best. You know that right?”

~𝓔𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂~ “Only for you. Don’t even know how I got here but I swear I’m the luckiest girl in New York when it comes to you, baby.” She’d grab her burger and start eating. “Now eat up. You need the stamina haha”

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ Grabbing his food he put some dressings on the burger and took a bite. Looking over at her with a flattered smile as he chewed and swallowed. “I think I’m the lucky. I still don’t know how I deserve you” he said honestly. Laughing at her next comment as he raised his brows and nodded slyly.

~𝓔𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂~ She frowned as she finished her burger. “Baby. Don’t sell yourself short. Please. Of course you deserve me. You deserve the world. Don’t let anyone else tell you otherwise.” She gave him a genuine smile, her eyes looking right into his.

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ Her words melted his heart as she smiled over at him. He finished his food and wiped his mouth with a napkin. Reaching his hand out for hers as he pulled her back into his lap. “You’re amazing” he said softly. Placing his hand to the side of her neck and kissing her again.

~𝓔𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂~ kissing him back, she tangled her fingers in his hair, making sure he felt every word she said through her kiss before pulling away. “I mean it Khai. You’re an amazing guy.” She pressed her forehead to his, tracing his collarbone with her fingertips.

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ “Well, I’m glad you think so. That’s all that matters.” He looked up into her eyes as she traced his collar bone and  licked his lips. “I still wanna fuck you. Even more so now” he grinned.

~𝓔𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂~ “And why is my opinion all that matters?” She asked, smirking before starting to remove his shirt. “No worries, I still want to suck you off.” She winked.

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ “Because your the only one who matters” he smiled. Letting her easily remove his shirt. “Yeah?” he asked licking his lips. “You wanna taste me?”

~𝓔𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂~ Emily blushed, not able to even remove his shirt as she nearly melted at his words. “I hope you mean that.” She cooed before finely able to regain enough attention to move his shirt and tossed it to the side. “Taste you? No. Devour you? Yes.”

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ “Of course I mean it” he assured. A grin spreading across his lips with her next words. “I like the sound of that, baby. You’re so sexy.”

~𝓔𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂~ She smirked, kissing his lips once more before moving out of his lap and getting on the grown between his legs. She immediately moved her fingers over the button on his pants, undoing them before bringing both them and his boxers down, watching as he springed out of them, immediately wrapping her small had around him.

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ He kissed her back with a soft hum. His eyes watching her as she moved to the floor and pulled his pants down eagerly. “Jesus. You’re so sexy” he breathed out. His breath hitching as she grabbed his length. Already hardening even more just by her touch.

~𝓔𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂~ “That’s all you, baby. I’ll show you.” She winked, tracing her tongue up his length before kissing the tip of his dick, flicking her tongue across the top, tasting the Precum in her mouth, wrapping her entire mouth around him.

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ He had a grin on his face he couldn’t seem to erase. His hands pushing down his thighs with pleasure as soon as she took him into her mouth. “Oh shit.. that feels so good.”

~𝓔𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂~ She began to bob her head up and down, over and over, increasing her speed but tried to be gentle with his new piercing. Her hands found his, squeezing at his thighs as she began to gag over him.

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ “Oh shit baby” he hissed. “You look so beautiful like that.” His hips raised to meet her as she took him completely and he leaned his head back with pleasure as he moaned.

~𝓔𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂~ She was loving the response she was getting from him, even if she was playing gently. He seemed to like it and the way he thrusted up into her mouth made her moan against his skin as she continued to deep throat him, watching as he threw his head back in pleasure. She pulled back, smirking up at him as she looked at him with her brown hues. "don't cum..."

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ Khai was very into rough painful sex. But if there was anything most people didn’t know about him. It was that taking slow made him crumble. “Fuck... “he breathed out. His cock twitching with withdrawals from her mouth. He reached out for her wanting her closer.

~𝓔𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂~ Emily smirked as she watched him, his dick moving on it's own. It made her giggle, knowing she served the exact type of tease she meant to. "Where do you want me, baby?" She asked as he reached out to her.

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ Grabbing hold of her waist he worked on getting her pants undo. Struggling to push them down fast enough before pulling her into a straddle over his lap. “I want you here” he whined. His patients wearing thin as he craved to be inside her. Letting his cock rub against her folds as he lifted against her

~𝓔𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂~ Emily obliged, getting up and helping to shimmy out of her pants, wearing nothing under them. She knew what she was getting into, so she dressed accordingly. Before fully sitting down, she removed her shirt and bra as he teased her entrance with his cock. Leaning down to kiss him, she wasted no time before sliding slowly down his length, pulling at the back of his hair as ecstasy filled her. "Fuck, baby..." She moaned as her walls began to adjust, slowly moving herself up and down until she was comfortable.

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ She was so sexy he could barely keep his hands off of her. Letting them roam down her neck to her breast as he caressed them. Flicking softly at her new piercings as he kissed her back. She slid down onto him and he moaned against her mouth. The feeling of his piecing rubbing against her causing his hips to jerk. “Oh god you feel so good”

~𝓔𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂~ She nearly yelped at how his hips jerked up, not expecting the immediate thrust into her but loving the feeling, especially with his tongue on her newly pierced nipples. Pressing her hands into his chest so she could hold her balance, she began to grind against him, quickening her pace as she did so, moans constantly pouring out of her mouth.

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ He wrapped his arms around her waist as she began to grind against him. His hips rolling in rhythm with hers as he continued to lick and kiss as her breast. Licking up to her neck and back down as he sucked on her skin.

~𝓔𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂~ "Fuck, baby." She groaned against him, nearly losing her balance as her body started to quiver with her first orgasm, pressing her forehead into his as she bit her lip. "I want you to fuck me from behind." She whispered to him as she attempted to catch her breath, but still needing that friction.

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ Feeling her tighten around him as her body shook with pleasure, he couldn’t hold back any longer. Cumming deep into her core as he groaned against her skin. He was almost instantly hard again as she continued to move on him. Her words turning him on immensely as he stood up lifting her with him. He placed her onto the couch, pulling from her to flip her over and wrapped his arm under her waist. Using his free hand to guide himself back into her as he kissed the back of her shoulder. He rolled his hips all the way down into her until they were completely connected. Waiting only a moment before pulling back and trusting back in deep and hard

~𝓔𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂~ "Fuck baby, keep doing that." She moaned as she felt him continuously pound into her, reaching her g-spot at this new angle. She felt so in his realm, moaning loudly as he continued to thrust into her, the sounds of their skin making contact over and over again. She gripped the side of the couch, throwing her head back as he continued, groaning as she pushed her hips back to meet his thrusts.

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ “You like that baby?” he asked through gritted teeth of pleasure. Continuing to slam into her over and over as his hand gripped tightly to her hip. His other hand grabbing her around her neck as he pulled her back up flesh against his chest. His hand sliding from her hip to play with her clit as he squeezed her neck with the other. His hips thrusting hard and deep as he picked up the pace.

~𝓔𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂~ He was driving her absolutely wild, and the amount of ecstasy she was feeling was unbearable. At this point, she didn't care who could have heard them. she wanted everyone to know how good he was fucking her. as he pulled her up against his chest, she pushed her head back against his shoulder, moaning over and over, especially as he began to touch her clit. "fuck, daddy." She groaned. "You fuck me so good....fuck."

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ God, when she called him daddy it turned him on so much. Causing him to trust into her and bottom out as he leaned in to suck and bite at her neck. “Mmm you like that” he growled. Fondling her clit more aggressively as he fucked her.

~𝓔𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂~ “I fucking love it. Please just be rough with me.” She said through her teeth, pressing her hips back into his, gripping at the back of his hair as he messed with her clit more aggressively. “Fuckkkkkk, baby!!” She screamed, her legs starting to tremble as she started squirming at his touch

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ Emily was driving him crazy in the best way possible. She was so sexy and it was like he couldn’t get enough. He pushed her forward draping his arm around her waist as he drilled into her harder and faster. His piercing scraping against her sensitive walls with each thrust. “Oh fuck baby” he groaned through hard breaths. His hand tightening around her neck even more as he pulled her head back to kiss him.

~𝓔𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂~ She kissed him back, moaning into it as he started to tighten his grip around her neck. He fucked her so well and his piercing was adding so much more to his thrust. She could feel it with every thrust. Spreading her legs further, she reached back, digging her nails into his thighs. “I’m gonna cum. Don’t you fucking stop.” she groaned. “Harder, daddy. Please.”

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ Her nails dug into the back of his legs and he let out a deep pleasurable moan. His hips jerking deeper as he bit on her bottom lip. Sucking it between his own as he continued to pound into her over and over. “Fuck yeah baby... I wanna fill you up” he hissed. His thrusts becoming a bit more sloppy as he felt his own orgasm wash over him.

~𝓔𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂~ she came along with him, collapsing on the couch before him as she tried to catch her breath, turning over to face him before sitting up and connecting their lips again. "You fuck me....in the best ways possible. holy shit." she smirked before looking back at him again. "you also make me feel extremely special with dates involved. Let's me know this isn't just about my body for you."

[maladaptive-ninja-returns]

Stakeout (5)

Loki x fem!Reader

Prompt: @marvelrose had this awesome idea of taking Brooklyn Nine Nine’s episode Stakeout and turning it into an angsty fic. Will it end in smut or will it end in more angst?

Warnings: Somebody wants to bleach.

Word Count: Please tell me it’s normal- very normal- to just imagine the closeness without much effort and have yourself go weak in the knees within seconds.

Masterlist in bio, darlings

"What a wonderful morning this is!" Tony Stark walked out of the rundown house with his arms spread out in welcome at the clear sunny sky. "Having the best coffee, getting great weather and catching bad guys. Now that is one wonderful day," he chortled. Clint walked out behind him with the three goons cuffed together, pushing them towards SHIELD's vehicles that would be taking them in for questioning. "Wonderful for you," Clint was quick to intervene Stark's monologue, "not so wonderful for them."

Tony followed Clint's gaze to land on the opposite building where you and Loki were standing with your arms crossed, evidently pouting at your inability to nab the bad guys from where you were locked right now. "She doesn't look so happy," Tony mumbled and stretched the corner of his lips. You were layered in a sweater and a trenchcoat with a black woollen cap over your head to keep the cold at bay. Your hands were gloved but that didn't make any difference for the icy coldness they were feeling right now. "I hate this," you murmured in the midst of the chatter of your teeth, "it should've been us nabbing those sons of bitches. You hear me, Tony," you shouted out of the broken window, "I hate this!" "I told you it wasn't a cat you lump of turbo-stupidity," the boss yanked at the cuffs to hiss at his informant. Tony gestured the agents to take them away before turning towards you. "You did well. Both of you," he announced into the crisp chilly air. You could see a smirk playing over his lips from where you stood, making your blood boil with rage at how much fun Tony was having with this whole situation. "Enough of your speech, get us out of here!" Loki shouted this time, his brows wrinkled with growing frustration. "Jeez, you guys still haven't boned?" Came a familiar, raspy voice. Natasha walked out of the house, looking in your direction with her hands on her hips like what she had said was the most obvious thing to do. And you stood here, shifting your weight between your legs, pretending to be shocked at the thought that had crossed your mind at least twenty times just this morning. "Nat, ew, gross," Tony stated, scrunching his face, "as for the two of you, you are still grounded for another seven hours." There was one second of silence before you and Loki nearly shattered the already broken window again with your anger. "Is this some kind of a joke, Stark? You have kept us in here for far more time than necessary!" Loki announced, banging his hand on the wall, leaving an impression where his hand had made the impact. "Tony, I can't," you are nearly in tears, "my arm hurts like hell and this shitty place is driving me crazy!" Tony almost asks you about your arm when his eyes widened as he remembered something. "I specifically told you to let the docs have a look! I told you, Y/N. Wanda-" he turned to the scarlet witch leaning over Clint's SUV, watching the entire thing unfurl in front of her with a child-like interest- "can you do something about her arm?" Wanda stood straight, looking at you intently from that distance before curling her fingers in ways only known to her. And just as she did, you felt a trail of strong vibrations go down your arm, making you gasp and hiss at the sensation while forcing Loki to turn towards you in fear of the witch hurting you more than doing something good. And just like the sensation had arrived, it went away, leaving...nothing. "It worked?" You heard your voice say as you tried to move your arm about, shocked at the absence of pain when you flung it in every direction possible. "It worked!!!" "Perfect. See you in seven hours," Tony declared before moving towards the SUV. "Ye-woah woah woah! Wait! Tony what the hell?!" You saw him inhale deeply, his head hanging low while Natasha moved her hand near her neck, gesturing you to cut it while you could. "He knows about the beer accident, you guys," she was quick to point out before Tony could say something more. Silence. Neither of you said anything anymore as you watched them ride away, leaving you and the God in this miserable cold hole. "This," Loki started, his voice almost a whisper, "is all your fault." And just like the Pikachu meme, you gasped at the audacity of this God standing in front of you. "Excuse me?! Last I checked you were the one thirsting over my beer!" You were quick to answer back, your hands resting on your hips while your eyes boring into his dark emeralds. "Oh get over it!" He retorted, waving his hand, "it was just one beer!" "My point exactly, your highness," you shook your head, taking a step towards him. "Just be grateful you didn't drink that poison, darling. You can barely control your body when you're well, let alone when sick," he postulated while taking a step towards you. "Says the God who couldn't keep his boner under check because I was sleeping under the same sheets as him." Just as those words left you, you felt your hand clasp your loud mouth before something worse came out. Loki stood there wide-eyed, his face almost pale, paler than his usual self, his mouth agape. "You-" he stopped mid-way, his lips closing while his fingers that were pointing at you went down and rubbed each other, not sure what to say next. "That was-" you paused, clenching your hands in front of you while your lips tried to press away the heat before unclenching them both- "below the belt." A snicker left you at the choice of your words while you watched the offended Pikachu's soul enter Loki. He covered whatever distance was left between the two of you in one stride. "Careful what you say next, you dirty minx or I'll shut that sharp tongue of yours." You still were not able to dilute the rush you were feeling from the sudden clapback. So, you giggled uncontrollably. "Uh huh. Why? What're you going to do?" And that's when you heard the tiniest oh boy from your inner voice. Loki licked his lips while his darkened eyes latch on yours. And without another warning, his fingers glided over the side of your face before his lips crashed onto yours. Your body did not register the sudden shock well and you lost your balance, making your hand grasp his arm- the one holding your face in his cold touch. The sparkles the long, intense kiss sent down your body lit you up. The chains of restraint that you had been using to lock away your sensual thoughts suddenly undid themselves, allowing your core to feel a whole new vibration. When your lips parted from his, it hurt your insides to let go of the delicious contact. Your breathless state tried to cope up with the heat riding through your entire existence. Your eyes, drowned in a galactic daze as they were, looked at Loki- waiting for more. Wanting for more. Loki's eyes too turned a shade dark. His one hand not leaving your face while the other one came to rest on your waist. The only problem you felt with that was the fact that you were not able to feel his touch, thanks to all the layers. Well, what are you waiting for? Without any warnings, you went back for his lips, taking his face in your gloved hands, grunting at them and forcing them to take the unwanted fabric off each other before going back to his face. Aah! Yes! His perfect cold face! The touch did it for Loki as well. A growl escaped his throat on feeling your now heated palms over his skin, making your stomach twitch while he tried to undo all of your layers to feel you properly. To devour you under his touch. The lust was real. But so was the struggle. Loki tried to get rid of your trench coat with his hands while you tried to remove the hot obscurity from your body by moving your arms in the direction of gravity- neither of you ready to let go of other's lips. The sweater came next. Loki yanked it and your shirt out of your jeans, parting them away from you to be thrown away but instead getting them stuck under your head. "Ow," your muffled cry came from somewhere inside the sweater as your arms hung in the air. "Sorry," Loki apologised before gently working around the opening and pulling them out and away. Phew! Yes! Lips. Give me! You went back for Loki and he came back for you but not before both of you had taken him out of his jacket and shirt. His cold touch on the bare skin of your waist made you gasp in euphoric pleasure, allowing his tongue passage. Oh, the swirl of colours you were feeling inside your head as the tongues danced together! The touch of his hungry palms on your back made you lean into him. You didn't even know when your own fingers were digging into his flesh to pull him closer. And there it was again. The familiar hardness pressing against your stomach, making your insides shiver a little. A wave of pure animalistic urge took over you and you went for the button of his jeans. He twitched under your direct hot touch right beneath his stomach, clumsily undoing his zipper and pushing down his boxers to free his manhood before grabbing your jeans between lungful gasps to undo them. Your body trembled under his touch so close to your core. With one smooth motion, he plopped down your jeans and panties- which you got out of in an unbalanced manner as you tried to free your feet from the mangled mess over and around them- and lifted you up to put you on the desk while your hands cleared whatever came in the way without even looking. Loki's hands pushed your knees away from each other to make way for him to stand between your legs. Without further ado- you thanked the God himself for his own pure need to feel himself inside you- he buried his length into you, forcing moans and grunts of pure erupting desire to reach the next phase. It was one thing to make him grunt with your punches, to watch him curse you under his breath when your fist landed on his jaw; it was completely another to watch his face turn in sensual pain on feeling your heat enclosing him- all of him. It was stirring- in every sense of the word. With a slow and steady rhythm that the two of you set, more moans escaped you and him- making a part of you laugh in pure pleasure to have Loki nearly whimper in ecstasy. The friction between you and him was already working its magic, hitting the perfect spots, lighting your insides right where the triggers were, making you grasp tighter onto his hair, gasp into his neck,  biting down the screams of unadulterated sexual thrill every time Loki was driving into you. Your fingers anchoring on to him only made him increase his pace and dig his own cold fingers further into your skin. His erratic breath tickled your ears before biting down on the skin beneath them, rousing up the internal beast, its claws open, beginning its climb to the top. Gasps tainted with satisfied whimpers- that you could no longer confine between your teeth and nails- began escaping you and Loki knew he was doing something right. The beast rose further- higher- as your walls clenched around his length while Loki's movements became faster and sloppier. Your hands tightened around his hair further as the claws of the beast reached the final step of their high before freeing a numbing roar throughout your body. Your legs shuddered as you felt your insides flutter violently around him while he followed you seconds later. His own roars disappeared in your mouth as you let your tongue work on his insides up here while he eroded through his own high in between your legs. Breathless faces. Sweaty skin. Messy hair. Everything mingled together inside the steamed windows. The cold weather no longer bothered the overheated body trying to breathe through the post-high. On the contrary, a ruthless smile lingered on your lips as your lungs tried to come back to a normal pace. Loki's breathless, sweaty state looked at you in sheer amusement; his eyes both confused and mesmerised by your smile. "I warned you to stop talking," he managed to speak, a smirk building up over his lips. You chuckled, your hands still wrapped around his neck. "Oh, shut it, anime legs. We're both glad I didn't." Loki chortled, displaying his perfect white teeth, his long nimble fingers messaging your shoulders. "So," he exhaled, drawing you closer to him, "what now?" "Now?" You wrapped your legs around his waist, while your hands went behind your back to unclasp your bra. "Now we kill the next six hours and forty-nine minutes." "Do you think they're still alive in there?" Thor looked at Natasha and Wanda with a cloud of worry hanging over his brows. Natasha said nothing as she went up the stairs while Wanda merely shrugged. "I don't think they're stupid enough to kill each other," Wanda responded, earning a huff from Thor. "For Y/N's sake I hope so," he retorted before standing behind the ladies as they got down to work. Wanda twisted her fingers, bringing out bright strings of red plasma that struck the wall with the apartment door and lit up an invisible web of similar strings all over the structure. "The barrier’s down," she declared before Natasha turned the key into the door and opened it, her limbs at ready in case someone in there was foolish enough to attack her or her company. The door turned wide open to show Loki and you- with your backs to each other- packing up your bags before turning in the direction of the trio who'd come to get you. "Oh, hey guys!" You smiled at them before zipping up your bag and putting on a jacket. "Right on time!" Loki announced, closing his own stuff before swinging it over his shoulder with- surprisingly, for the newly arrived audience- a smile. The other side of the door greeted the two of you in stunned silence; partially from the jovial glow on your and Loki's face and partially from the state of the apartment. The walls were cracking as if someone had tried to drive an entire person through it. The blinders were halfway down, broken and torn in places. The bed was broken and- not to mention- ripped. The half-open door to the bathroom showed a torn shower curtain before a cracked tile fell down into the tub. The desk, that held your bag till you placed it on your shoulders, creaked before its leg split into half, dragging the poor thing down into a splintered wreck. "Aw," you let out a soft whine, "our desk broke." Loki turned in your direction, standing right behind you as he looked at the broken remains near your boots. "Of course it did, love. It could only hold so much." A tiny, squeaky, almost inaudible 'what the hell' left Thor's mouth. "Was there an earthq-" "Nope!" You swung your hips as you walked out- never allowing Wanda to finish her sentence- while Loki shamelessly looked at your glorious butt taunting him, his lips pressed hard under his teeth as he took the first steps to follow you out. "Did you two-" "Yup!" Your voice echoed from the hallway outside, earning a chuckle from the Black Widow. The two redheads turned around to look at the unbelievably confused and panting Thor standing there like a scared puppy. "See, here's the thing, Thor," Natasha pointed out matter-of-factly, "your brother and my sister had se-" "Ew! Stop! Gross!" Thor's heavy voice tried to shriek away the image playing inside his mind. "Odin's beard! Someone, please bleach my mind!"

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A Thousand Years - Part 10 - The End

Warnings:- Here there be smut!!

This is a fiction story, I have nothing against Richard, his beautiful wife or his amazing family. Just like my Jensen x reader story i am simply using Richard as a character! Much love!

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A.N. - Well here we are my lovelies :) the final chapter! Sorry it took so long! I hope you enjoy!

You slowly push yourself away from the door, harshly brushing away the stray tears that made their way down your cheeks. You’d tried everything you could; this was obviously as far as the two of you would ever go, friends. Whether you liked it or not, you’d have to accept it.

You walked halfheartedly to the full length mirror that hang near the bathroom door and pulled your hair from the semi up do that you’d styled so carefully earlier. You ran your fingers through the strands lightly, letting them fall back into their usual place.

Your hand reached for your make up remover when a noise at your door made your head snap towards it.

Frowning you make your way towards it, maybe Bri, Kim and Ruth saw Richard leave or him head to the bar and came to check on you? You sighed heavily and reached for the handle. Not bothering to check the peep hole. When the door made way and revealed your visitor you breath caught in your throat.

“Rich….what are you….?” you don’t get to finish as he rushes towards you and pulls you into his arms, the door slamming shut behind you both.

He buries his head into your neck and grips you tightly

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry Y/n/n, I can’t do it anymore. I have to tell you and you’re probably going to hate me. I can’t lose you!” you hear him mumble into your neck

You pull away from him, taking his face in your hands. You see a light trail of tears on his cheeks; you brush them away with your thumbs.  Your need to console him overtaking to need to shelter your broken heart.

“Cant do what Richie?” you whisper, gazing into his whiskey coloured eyes.

“This” he gestured between the two of you.

You could literally feel your heart tearing in two. But you shook your head and forced a smile on your face.

“It’s fine, hey look at me” you caught his eyes “its fine! You’re not going to lose me, you’re my best friend! We’re fine just the way we….” You frown when you see Richard shaking his head at your words. Did he not want anything to do with you anymore?

Richard cut off your rambling, by dipping his head and pressing his lips to yours in a sweet almost innocent kiss. You froze momentarily, was this real? Your hands fell from his face to his chest.

He pulled away and watched your face closely. You eyes remained closed as you feared you’d wake up from your perfect dream if you opened them.

“What I meant is, I can’t keep going day to day pretending that this is all we are”

He leaned forward slightly and rested his forehead against yours

“There hasn’t been a day since I met you, where I haven’t thought about what could happen if I ever had the guts to tell you how I felt”

“Richie, I love you. I’ve always loved you; from the second Jared introduced us. I’ve always been yours” tears filled your eyes as you openly declared your feelings.

Richard draws an intake of breath and surges forward and slams his lips back to yours.

A small moan leaves your throat at the passion in the kiss. You grip the front of his crisp white shirt trying to pull him impossibly closer. He threads his fingers into your hair and tilts your head so that he can slide his tongue between your parted lips. You both pull away completely breathless

“I love you too Gorgeous, I just never thought I had a chance” he pants heavily.

“God you’re a dork” you chucked shallowly trying to regain your breath.  Richards’s eye twinkled with mischief

“But I’m your dork right?” you giggled and kisses him sweetly

“Always Richie”

***

You grab his hand and lead him slowly towards the bed; you feel his arms snake around your waist holding you in place. His lips drop to your neck teasing the tender flesh. You gasp in delight and reach up winding your fingers into the soft curls at the base of his neck. You unknowingly grind your rear back into his very obvious erection making him growl into your neck.

Rich quickly spins you around and looks into your eyes. He doesn’t say a word, but his golden amber orbs burn with need. You’re sure your own eyes echo the same need and you wrap your fingers along the nape of his neck and pulls him down into a toe curling passionate kiss.

His hands roam shamelessly over your body leave a trail of goosebumps in their wake. He runs his hands over your rear, lightly kneading the flesh almost gently before pulling your hips to his roughly. You gasp into his mouth and let your hand trail downward over his stomach and his belt before moving to stroke his impressive length through the fabric of his pants.

“God Y/n…” his hips buck into your hand, unable to control himself.

“Richie, no more teasing; we’ve both waiting long enough” you surprise yourself with the tone of your voice. It’s heavy and full of need and want for everything that is Richard Speight Jr

He nods wordlessly, allowing you to guide his hand to the zip of your dress. He slowly undoes your dress his eyes never leaving yours. You dropped your arms and allowed him to push the dress from your body leaving it pooled at your feet.

His mouth dropped open at the sight of you in nothing but your underwear and shoes.

“Fuck Y/n”

Feeling a surge of confidence you step out of the dress and kick it aside, before you stepped seductively back towards him. You see him swallow the lump in his throat as you reach for his shirt buttons, you press your lips to his neck and drop kisses and every inch of skin you can whilst you rid him of his shirt. You drag your nails down his biceps as you push the shirt down his arms, you feel the moan low in his throat vibrate against your lips making you smirk in delight.

Rich roughly pulls you back into his arms kissing you firmly, his hands falling over your rear to the back of your hips. He lifts you effortlessly into his arms before lowering you onto the bed and removing his pants and boxers.

You stare shamelessly at his size causing Rich to smirk. You come to your senses and signal him to you with the come hither movement of your finger. He slowly climbs your body until he finds you lips once more.

You gasp when you feel his other hand glide up your smooth leg, your skin hot under his touch.

His lips trail over your jaw and down your neck; you tilt your head to give him better access.

“God Richie…” you murmur, his teeth grazing over your collar bone.

“Why did I wait so long to tell you? How many times could I have held you like this instead of just dreaming about it?” You grab his face guiding it back to yours

“It doesn’t matter now. I’m here, we’re here, so have me. Richard make love to me” you whisper against his lips as he slams them into yours. He pushes you back, laying you down assist the pillows, towering over you.

You reach between your bodies and take his length in your hand teasing him. His eyes close in pleasure as you stroke him slowly, running you thumb over his glistening head.

Suddenly he pulls your hand away, he dives down immediately finding your breast, taking it in his mouth teasing your nipple with his teeth biting lightly making you gasp before sucking to sting away. You arched up to him as he moved to repeat his action on the other breast.

You dig your hand in his hair pulling lightly as he sucked you breast. You needed more, you rolled your hips up into his, trying to relieve the burning between your legs.

“Richie please, I need you” you begged unashamedly

His eyes burn into yours at your words and it takes all his strength not to slam into you at full speed right then and there. He didn’t want to rush things, not tonight.

He slowly lifts your legs, wrapping them around his waist, settling his tip at your entrance.

He looks you in the eye; silently ask permission, you nod excitedly biting your lip, having no clue the effect it had on him. He thrusts forward slowly, inch by inch until he finds himself fully buried inside of you causing you both to groan in delight.

You gasp at the intrusion. Even with Rich moving slowly, his girth is impressive and you feel your body having to stretch to accommodate him.

“Fuck gorgeous you’re so tight, you’re fucking perfect” he kissing you with such searing passion you whimper

He pulls out of you completely, before pushing back into you at a leisurely pace. He does it again and again so very slowly he has you writhing beneath him.

“Please, Rich please. More, I need more” you beg biting down into his shoulder, undoubtedly leaving a mark as you do.

He smiles and takes mercy on you. He begins to pound into faster and harder. You scratch your polished fingernails down him back leaving red marks behind, earning a deep growl in return.

He chants into your ear, flipping between sweet nothings and pure filth, you begin to writhe beneath him, your hips lifting to reach him thrust for thrust. The sound of your bodies slapping together deliciously echoing of the walls. His lips find your neck again and he sucks a deep purple bruise there marking you as his own.

“Richie…oh god…I’m so close” you mewl gripping his firm arms, feeling yourself rushing towards release.

“Yes, come for me Y/n. Let me feel you.” He grunts heavily, obviously close to his own orgasm

He slams into you harder, hitting your g spot perfectly sending you crashing over the edge, you clench tightly around him, making him hiss and shout you name as he follows you into ecstasy.

He collapses on top of you, just managing to catch himself on his elbows save squashing you.

He stares at you in awe and finds the look mirrored on your face. You tiredly raise your hand to stroke his face; he turns and kisses your palm.

“God Y/n/n I love you” you search his eyes, looking for the truth. You smile when you see no lies in those perfect golden orbs.

“I love you too Rich, always”

Your eyes notice the growing purple bruise on his shoulder and your eyes grow wide.

“Oh shit, Richie I’m sorry. Guess I got carried away” you bit your lip guiltily

He chuckled in return and ran his finger lightly over your own mark.

“You aren’t the only one Darling”

You frown and raise your hand to where his finger lingered a moment before.

“You didn’t….” he raised his eyebrow before reaching across to the small table beside the bed and pulling a small compact mirror form it and handing it to you.

You took the mirror from him and raised it to the right angle to see your neck,

“Oh hell, Rich at least I bit your shoulder. You did that in purpose!” you argued half-heartedly, dropping the mirror back onto the table. He shrugged and kissed the spot again.

“Mine”

He kisses you sweetly and pulls you onto his chest. Holding you securely, you snuggle in happily.

“It’s a good job I love you” you mumble making yourself comfortable

You don’t see the smile that covers his face but you hear it in his voice

“I love you too Y/n, so much”

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Listening Is Hard Pt. 2

ok wow so im a piece of shit who apparently never has a good idea ever!! but this has been a long time coming. @girl-next-door-writes, @feelmyroarrrr, @deanscherrypie, @i-live-for-laughter-and-love , here ya go boos. 

Part 1

He looked at you different since that day. It was a subtle difference, but you could tell. People don’t just blurt out the things you did and get away with it. Crazy things happen everyday, but not this. 

Anyway, there was a tension between you and Sam, one that definitely wasn’t there before, but the energy radiated off of him, not you. Unfortunately, you’d grown accustomed to dealing with awkward things happening and moving past them (see, having to stab your vampire neighbor or asking your mom to teach you how to work a tampon in the sixth grade). It was life.

But you hated  that this was life at this exact moment. Because you hadn’t stopped thinking about Sam in that way since that night. Which was months ago. Alone time hadn’t been necessarily granted to the both of you; a string of serial werewolf attacks sent the trio on a cross country road trip that lasted more than three weeks. And after that was an exhausting amount of shitty hunt after shitty hunt. It was hard to admit, but a funk had landed on the group. 

You were tired, to say the least. You wanted to quit. But these boys never heard that word before. But a compromise had been reached: you checked into a nice-ish hotel for the weekend, one with an indoor pool, and you wouldn’t leave that hotel save for lunch and dinner (continental breakfast was included). It was as close as a break the boys could promise you. 

The first day was spent sleeping, and you weren’t ashamed. Apparently, the boys had come in twice through the door that connected your adjoining rooms and you hadn’t moved a muscle. 

Saturday, you woke up too late for breakfast, but the boys had left you some leftover pizza from yesterday’s dinner. There was also a note on your bathroom mirror. Dean was out and Sam was on the third floor at the pool.

You brushed your teeth and switched from your sleeping shorts into lounging ones, sliding your flip flops on and heading to the elevators. You didn’t have a swim suit, this wasn’t camp after all, but no hotel staff actually made sure you were wearing the appropriate swimming attire anyway.

When you entered the pool area, you thought it empty. A second look around gave you the chance to catch the door in the far left corner that led outside. You walked along the floor to ceiling windows, craning your neck to see if you could see Sam anywhere. Once outside, you rounded the corner, where you found Sam horizontal on a pool chair, a book open on his stomach, his head tilted to the side, mouth agape in sleep.

You plopped down on the chair next to him, on your stomach, kicking your flip flops off as you crossed your feet at the ankles. 

You stared at him for a little, not having the heart to wake him up. He really was beautiful. God, that sounded so corny, but you couldn’t help what you felt towards him. All this time, you suppressed your emotions for what? For the sake of the hunt? You were allowed to want him. 

He blinked away, and you blushed, embarrassed that you got caught staring at him. “Hi,” you said softly. “Hi,” he replied, his voice hoarse with sleep. He cleared his throat. “How long have you been out here?”

“Only a couple minutes. Ten maybe. You go swimming yet?” You asked, sitting up. He shook his head before running his hands through his hair. “Are you going to?”

“I don’t have a suit. Really, I was just going to hop in like this,” you gestured to your present state.

Sam cracked a smile, reaching for his book.

“Where’d Dean go?” You ask, not really caring, trying to keep his attention on you.

He puts it down and shrugs. “Not sure. He said he’d be gone a while, but he’d be back with dinner.”

“Oh that’s not concerning at all,” the two of you laughed for a second before the energy fell flat again. Being alone with Sam was sending your mind scurrying for anything that would capture his attention long enough, and you could feel him trying to be nonchalant about you two but the air vibrated with...something.

You couldn’t take it any longer, so you stood, slapping your thighs in the way only dads do when they’re ready to go. “Welp, I’m.. I’m gonna... swim?” you asked pathetically, not really confident in your choice. You avoided looking at him and turned, heading for the pool.

Later, you went back up to the room together, you wrapped in a towel, him silent. Not a single word was exchanged. You wanted to slap yourself for being so damn weird with him. Together, you entered through the room the brothers shared. 

You head for the door that connects your room to his but he catches your arm, pulling your back.

“How can you say that?” He asks, and that’s when you confirm it’s been bothering him just as long as it’s been pestering you.

“What?” You say, though, acting dumb. “(Y/N), come on.” By this point, the two of you are standing relatively close and your mind flashes back to high school, and how couples would stand in the hallway. What was it about Sam that triggered your juvenile memories?

“You’re a really handsome fellow,” you say, carefully treading the waters. “I’m sorry for being human.” You move towards the door again. He lets you get further this time, but then he’s standing in front of you, blocking the door. 

“I’ve thought about it too,” he says slowly as if he’s still considering what he’s going to say. “I know Dean has too, but c’mon. i just never thought you’d...Humans...” He can’t finish his train of thought, he’s so flustered. You’re red too, you can feel it. That doesn’t stop you from stretching up on your toes and pressing your lips to his softly. 

It doesn’t take long for him to return the kiss eagerly. He wraps his arms around your waist, and you feel him bend his knees to do so. You try to pull back a little. “You’re gonna get wet,” you mumble, but he’s already tugged your towel off your shoulders and is pulling you to him. You wrap your arms around his neck, pressing yourself closer to him.

His hands found themselves under your damp shirt, clutching you tightly and you felt like you couldn’t get close enough to him. He walked you backward to the bed, where you sat down, your hands falling at his hips to look at him. He looked down at you, moving some wet hair behind your ear. You pressed your cheek into his palm, basking in his soft affection.

It wasn’t long, though, before you moved your hands to the front of his jeans, undoing the buttons and pulling the zipper down. Sam’s moved back to your hair once he realized what you were doing, tightening a little in anticipation. 

You reached into his boxers, pumping him a little bit before exposing him to the air. You looked up at him as you lowered your head, bringing your mouth slowly over the head. You didn’t put him fully in your mouth, just teasingly played with the head, bobbing only a little. His breathing was growing shorter and despite his best efforts, soft little mews escaped past his lips at your agonizingly slow movements.

Once you felt you had been mean enough, you let him deeper into your mouth, and he immediately pushed his hips forward, forcing him deeper in your mouth. You concentrated, trying to take as much of him as you could, swirling your tongue around him as you slid him in and out of your mouth. 

His breathing was more ragged and he seemed to involuntarily push your head down; he was close. He seemed to think so too, because he hastily removed himself from your mouth and pushed back on the bed. As you sat up on your elbows, he ditched his shirt, throwing it onto the floor. He stepped out of his jeans, sliding out of his boxers. 

You lifted your back up, going to wiggle your shorts off your hips. Sam leans over and helps, sliding them down your legs. You throw your shirt, not caring where it lands, instantly reaching for Sam again. You crave his lips against yours, to feel him pressed up against you.

His skin is soft, so soft, and you find yourself running your hands up and down his bare back as he kisses you.  

He moves a hand down between you, rubbing you slowly through your panties. You push against his hand and find it extremely hard to resist the urge of bucking against him. His lips move from your lips to your cheek, jaw, neck, down, down, down to that place in between your legs. His long digit moves your underwear aside while his mouth kisses from your clothed pubic bone, down to your open wetness. 

When the heat of his mouth touches you, you let out a wispy breath, your hands falling lifeless to your side. It’s soft and smooth, the way he runs his tongue over your folds. The way you glisten on his upper lip when he looks up at you is enough to send you over the edge.

“Sam,” you whisper, not sure if you’re calling out for him, or encouraging him. He grabs the top of your panties and pulls them down your legs. He runs his hands under your legs until he gets to your hips, pushing them up as he settles between you legs. He places your legs on his shoulders, slowly working on you. 

It doesn’t take long until he’s worked your clit to the point of your climax and you’re right there but then he stops. 

You barely have time to protest before he’s over you, looking down at you. One hand is still on you, his thumb rotating slowly over your clit while another moves up and down on himself. He looks up at you and before he can even ask, you’re already nodding.

“I want too.”

“Are you sure? What if...”

“It’s too late. We’re already different,” you assured him, smiling softly at him. Sam nods, agreeing, before he readies himself. 

You aren’t going to lie: it had been a while and there was a reason you hadn’t taken him all in your mouth. “Oh,” you gasped, one hand balling the sheets into a fist, the other reaching upward. It hovers there between you and Sam, as if you were reaching for him. You decide to drop it, over your face as you take in Sam stretching you. 

Sam is moving slowly into you and that alone is sending you flying. You turn to look at him, cupping his face in your hands. You can’t say anything; you just breathe, looking into Sam’s eyes.

“Baby,” he moans quietly as he starts to rock his hips against yours. Your silence is broken as you let out a soft moan against his neck. He fills you up and you don’t know how long this can last for either of you.

You wrap a leg around his waist, pressing him to you as you meet his strokes. “Oh, (Y/N),” he whispers into your ear, nibbling at your lobe and kissing downwards. 

“Sam, please.” You cry, nearing the edge again. He knew just the way to rock against you, and you caught yourself raking your nails down his back as you climbed higher.

“I’m gonna-”

“Fuck.”

You came first, mewling his name out through the blinding white of your orgasm, rocking against him.

He pulled out of you quickly, and his hot cum landed in a glaze over your tummy. “Fuck.” Sam muttered, falling over you on his elbows. His forehead pressed against yours as you both waited for your breathing to go back to a steady pace.

He stood, walking into the bathroom and snagging a towel off the counter.

As he cleaned you off, his soft smile turned into a smirk. “You going to be able to listen now that I’ve fucked you?”

You burned crimson, smacking him gently with a pillow.

“It might take some more time to learn,” you teased, his head whipping up from his wiping.

Before anything else was spoken between the two of you, there was whistling outside. You grabbed your clothes and dashed across the suite into your room, only turning to give Sam a quick wink before you shut the door closed.

hello i hope this was reMOTELy what you wanted xx lemme know

[anaomynous]

Imagine: James McAvoy

Request: You meet James at a club, and go back to his hotel with him ;).

I wasn’t ever a club goer, but my friends were. After my boyfriend had broken up with me some months ago, ‘I had decided to give it a shot, what the fuck, right? Maybe I could meet some handsome, hung, dude, and hit it off with him. I did my hair straight, it was collar bone length and blonde, I wore a tight, black dress, and dark, intense makeup on my eyes. My lips I kept nude, and wore my nice knock offs of Loui Vuitton  We walked in, and immediately walked over to the bar. All of us ordering cocktails, and a round of shots to go around for us. The alcohol seemed to hit me pretty quick, as the bartender came up to me, and handing me a martini. “I didn’t order another,” I said with a chuckle, handing it back to him. “Oh no, miss, someone bought this for you,” My friends all gasped, “Who?!” One of them exclaimed. The bartender pointed over to a table to show a man who gestured at me, with a handsome smile. “Holy, fucking, shit, Y/N do you KNOW who that guy is?” “Ummm... No, should I?” “That’s James McAvoy, he’s an actor!! He was in the X-Men movies? The newer ones? As the young version of Professor X!” “Not ringing any bells,” “Jesus Christ Y/N you live under a rock. Go fucking talk to him.” I looked over my shoulder at him, still staring and smirked. Gestured the martini at him as I downed it. “He can come to me,” I said with a shrug. They all did a deep sigh in unison and rolled their eyes “What? If he wants to buy me a drink, he can come say hello to me,” Before I could finish my sentence, they all were looking behind me. I turned to see him walking towards me “Oh my FUCKING god, he’s totally coming over here, come on girls, let’s leave!” They all bunched together and took off to the dance floor before I could protest. “Hi there,” I heard him say, he had an accent, which made me immediately blush. “Hi,” I said with a smile, turning to face him. He leaned against the bar and smiled at me, his eyes were so blue, it was like they were illuminating through the dimly, lit, club. “My name is James, what’s a guy like me gotta do, to get to know a beautiful woman such as yourself?”  I blushed immediately, darting my eyes from his. He chuckled “Oh is that all it takes?”

I raised an eyebrow at him “Perhaps a few more drinks won’t hurt,” I said, finishing off the martini he had gifted me “Your wish is my command, love,” 

The night carried on, with both us talking about ourselves, hitting it off right away, and loud laughter from between us. We spent so much time off in our own little world, that my friends decided that they would leave. “Y/N, we’re going to go home now,” Said my roommate, putting her hand on my shoulder. I gave her a pout, and nodded in response, putting my hand on hers. “You, I don’t care how famous you are, you take care of my drunk friend,” James laughed “I’ll have her home in one piece, I promise,” He said, taking a drink of his beer, and flashing me a wink. I bit down on my lip, and gave my friends on last goodbye. He pulled out his phone “Oi, is that really the time?” He said as he widened his eyes, licking his bottom lip and rolling it into his check, seemingly coming up with some sort of plan. “Do you wanna finish our little party we are having here at my hotel? It’s a walking distance away.” I didn’t respond for a moment, even though I wanted to jump on him and hump his leg at this point. “Do I have to say, pretty please?” He said, as he put one of his large hands on my exposed thigh. I rested my chin in my hand, and rolled my eyes “Mmmm,” And I shrugged. He moved his hand further up my thigh “How about, pretty, pretty, please then? Will you come with me to my hotel room?” Finally I gave in and smiled “Yes, I would love to go back to your hotel with you, Mr. McAvoy.” “Mmmmf, say that one more time, love, this time in my ear,” He said, biting his lip and pointing up to his ear. I giggled, and moved over to his ear, letting my lips brush against it. “Mr. McAvoy.” His breath hitched, and he started to chuckle, putting a hand on my waist. “Alright, it’s decided then, you’re coming with me,” He paid the tab for our drinks, and we both walked out into the street. We stumbled, James loudly laughing, and singing. Making me sing along with him. We entered into his hotel, going up the elevator, and making it into his room. “Wow,” was all I managed to cough out, looking at the mini bar, and separate living spaces in the hotel. A full kitchen, living room, dinning room, and bed room with French doors. Which opened up to show a bathroom with a HUGE bathtub. “I try my best to be modest, however, I will admit I like to also travel luxuriously.” He said coming up from behind me. He put his hands on my shoulders, and kissed the exposed skin, sending shivers down my spin. Goosebumps erupting all over. He chuckled, and turned me around. He put his finger under my chin, and pulled my face up to kiss him. He placed his perfectly shaped lips, over mine. My lips moved with his, in a slow, but passionate pace. He flicked his tongue over my bottom lip, and I parted my lips, moving my tongue out to meet his where they moved against each other. He put his tongue into my mouth, and dominated over it. Exploring all over. Once he retreated his tongue, I made sure that I gently sucked in, causing his tongue to tug as it pulled out. He chuckled and smiled at me “Sexy girl,” He said in a low voice. I smiled at him, deviously. Then bit down on his bottom lip, pulling back just a bit as he let out a small moan. He put his hand into my hair, tugging my head back, and attacking the skin on my neck. “Where is your sweet spot, love. Here,” He said as he kissed, and sucked on my skin. “Here,” Repeating the same action “How about here,” That’s when he got right the base of my neck. I let my breath catch just a bit and he chuckled. I arched my back, and moved my head more to the side to give him more access to the spot. “Ooooh there it is, huh?” He said as he bit down. The feeling of his stubble rough, on my skin. He took his free hand and slowly, pulled down the zipper. He pulled the straps down my arms, exposing my bare breasts to him, and he looked down to take a look at them, making me feel so sexy. He bit his bottom lip and looked at me “You’re perfect, I’m convinced.” He said with a chuckle. He cupped both of them in his hands, as he smashed his lips onto mine, in a more frantic fashion. I undid the top buttons of his shirt, and slowly undid them one, by one. Before he took off the rest of his shirt. He pressed his bear chest onto mine, slowly sliding down his hands down my body, and holding me close against him. He parted from me, and then pushed me down onto his bed. He grabbed onto my dress, and pulled off what was left, then he hooked his fingers around my panties, and slowly slid them down my legs. He parted my thighs, and lifted an eyebrow at me, he maintained eye contact, as he knelt down, kissing my inner thighs, biting, and sucking at my skin, leaving marks as he did. I felt myself twitching more, and more with each touch, until he was right in front inbetween my legs. I could feel his hot breath on me, and he gave me a smirk, as he slid a finger inside me. “Oh,love, you are so wet.” He said, before he parted my lips with his other hand. He moved his tongue over my clit, sending waves of pleasure, through my body. I immediately arched my back, and grabbed onto his sheets, him moving his tongue all over me, while his finger pumped into me. He moved another finger inside of me slowly, starting to go faster. Loving the sight of me going crazy from what he was doing. He drove me to the point of almost an orgasm, and he stopped, I breathed heavily, trying to regain my composure, feeling myself twitch from where he was pleasuring me. He got up, his hard length, showing through his pants, and walked to the side of me. I immediately started to undo his pants as he reached down,  and put his fingers into my mouth “Taste how sweet you are,” He said as I obediently sucked on his fingers, looking up at him. He bit his lip and smiled at me, watching me. I pulled his hard, member out of his pants, He moved my hair from my face, and watched me as I moved my tongue around the tip. I sucked on the tip gently, inching my way further, and further down. Taking him all the way down to the base of his shaft. My lips touching his abs. He let out a loud moan, shuddering, and rolling his eyes back, before closing them.

 before I pulled back and started to pump his shaft with my hand in a circular motion, while sucking on his tip. Making his knees buckle, and him throw back his head. He pulled onto my hair, and started to move his hips, thrusting himself in and out of my mouth. He gently removed my hand, and started to go faster. I looked up at him, the veins now protruding from his forehead, and his movements more frantic. He pushed himself all the way to the back of my throat. “Oh, fucking Christ,” He said, before pulling himself out of my mouth. “You’re so good.” He said with a chuckle. He left his pants drop down, and stepped out of them. He walked to the center of the bed, and made his way on top of me. He kissed my lips, and moved his tongue in my mouth, rubbing the head of his member, all over my clit, and my opening. “Tell me you’re all mine,” He said, his forehead pressed against mine. “I’m all yours, James,” I said in a seductive voice. “Fuck, Y/N, you’re so perfect,” Before I could respond, he pushed himself inside of me. “Oh my god, I should have waited to say you’re perfect, because you keep proving that statement to me, more. You’re so fucking good,” He said, pushing himself further into me. He pushed his lips onto mine, before pumping into me, in slow and steady motions. I moaned softly against his lips, him letting some moans escape himself. He began to move faster, and harder. His pelvis, hitting me in the right places as well. That’s when I wrapped my legs around him, and flipped us, giving me the upper hand on top. He chuckled “Oh I love a woman who can take control,” He said with a smile, raising his eyebrows at me.I began to ride him, taking all of him into me, he touched my chest, kneading his hands into my breasts, pulling at my nipples, making me yelp. He bit down on his lip, and pulled me down kissing me, and wrapping his arms around me. Before taking control over once again, and pumping up inside me rapidly. The sounds of our skin, hitting against each other, echoing in the room. I moaned loudly, as I neared my climax. “Yes, that’s it, cum for me.” Yes whispered into my ear, going faster and faster, until finally I was sent over the edge, feeling myself get light headed, my toes tingling, my body twitching and convulsing in his arms, seeing stars. He finished soon after me, letting out a deep, moan, grunting, and letting himself unload in me. I rolled over, off of him. Going to get out of the bed, that’s before he grabbed my hand, and pulled me back. “Where do you think you are doing in such a hurry, love.” He said, still trying to catch his breath. He pulled me back into the bed, and held me against his sweaty body. My head laying on his  chest. “Not to be blunt, but I think that was the best sex I’ve ever had,” He said with a chuckle. “I don’t intend on letting someone with a pussy that magical just walk away from me now, lay here with me.” He said kissing the top of my head. I giggled, and got myself comfortable next to him. “The feeling is very mutual,” I said with a smile. “Good, now, when can we do that again? I think I wanna move here,”

[xswestallen]

Newlyweds

Westallen smut. Their first time together as husband and wife.

Finally. Is the thought in both their minds as their lips meet for their fist kiss as husband and wife. Finally. After years of loving her in silence, Barry thinks, we’re married. I get to be with her for the rest of my life. It was fair to say that curtesy had already been broken when Felicity interrupted their wedding, so Barry didn’t see a problem with running him and Iris to their loft at mach 3 without bothering to say goodbye.

Before Iris could even catch her breath, she was in the apartment. Barry slammed the door behind them. He pushed her up against the nearest wall. Their first kiss turned into their 10th and 20th and 30th.

“I love you so much.” Barry whispered against her lips.

“I love you, Barry.” Iris replied.

Barry broke the kiss just to stare at her. This is my WIFE! He was so happy. He moved Iris’s hair to one side of her neck and descended on the other. She gasped as his mouth made contact with her collar bone. Barry kissed his way up and down her neck. He nip and sucked on her skin, surely leaving marks that would reminder her of this tomorrow.

Iris couldn’t wait much longer. She grabbed Barry by the chin and forced his eyes to meet hers.

“Take me to bed.” she told him in a lustful voice.

At first, Barry seemed surprised. But his sheepish smile quickly transformed into a smirk. The next thing Iris knew, she was laying on their bed. Barry was standing next to the bed, looking down at her.

“You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.” Barry said. He leaned down and kissed Iris. “I can’t believe this is real. You’re my wife. You’re actually my wife!” He smiled and they both giggled. “Iris, I’ve loved you since I was ten. I dreamed about being with you everyday. I hoped and I wished but I was afraid it would never really happen. But, right now, I’m laying next to you, the most beautiful, kindest, funniest, most thoughtful, best person I’ve ever known.” Barry took her hand and pressed a kiss to it. “I have everything I’ve ever wanted.”

Barry’s face glowed with admiration. Iris smiled so wide, her cheeks ached. “Barry,” she hummed. “Don’t make me cry again.”

Iris sat up and took off her coat, throwing it across the room in her hast to get out of her clothes and into Barry’s arms. She gave his jacket and tie the same treatment. Iris slid her hands under Barry’s shirt and let her fingertips glide in between his hard abs. She felt him tense. Iris started undoing the buttons of the shirt and kissing his body as she revealed more of it. When his shirt was off, Iris pulled hers off too. She stood up on the bed and wiggled out of her tight pants, amusing and arousing Barry.

Once her pants were off, Iris sat back down on the bed. Her hand went straight for Barry’s belt, but he stopped her. Shaking his head, he gently pushed Iris onto the mattress. He settled himself on top of her, with one of his legs in between hers. One of his hands cradled her head while the other moved up and down her back. He nuzzled his face into her neck, feeling the remnants of his saliva from his earlier kisses. He kissed her chest. He felt her heart beat speeding up as his lips kissed the skin right over her heart.

“Barry” Iris breathed.

He unhooked her bra as his lips made their way down her body, trailing kisses across her left breast. When he reached the nipple, he took her into his mouth. Iris arched into him. Barry worked the other nipple with his long fingers. She feels so good. Barry wanted to stay like this forever.

Iris twisted her hips, desperate for more contact. Barry slowly moved his lips down her stomach. He was taking time to feel, kiss, cherish, and worship every part of the woman he loved. He skipped over her panties, choosing instead to kiss his way down both her thighs.

“Bear,” Iris said, getting impatient with his sensual torture.

Barry placed two finger on the outside of his wife’s panties, right over her clit. He began with slow circles. He changed to a quicker back and forth motion. Iris smiled. The friction from her underwear felt nice, but she wanted to really feel Barry. He pulled down her panties and placed his tongue where his fingers were. Iris instantly moaned. He’s so selfless Iris thought. She felt electricity pulsing through her body as Barry moved from her clit to her core. His kisses were feather light on her lips, He spread her legs further apart. Iris lifted one leg over his shoulder.

Barry took a deep breath to breathe her in. “I love you, Iris West-Allen.”

“I love you.” Iris cried out as Barry’s tongue entered her.

Just as she started to catch her breath, he started vibrating his tongue. Iris knew she was a goner. Writhing, gasping, and moaning beneath her husband, Iris came.

Oh god that felt amazing. Iris wanted to say, but she was breathing too heavily to get the words out.

Barry took off his pants. “Did that feel good?” he asked.

Iris nodded as enthusiastically as she could. “Sooooo good.”

She was giddy at the sight of Barry’s erection as he removed his boxers. He teased her highly sensitive, post-orgasm clit with his tip. He was so hard. Iris clutched the sheets, trying to cope with the overwhelming sensation.

Barry loved watching Iris like this. So raw, in a state of pure, undeniable pleasure. This is the sexist thing I’ve ever seen. He said to himself as he watched his new wife quiver. Barry slipped into her. He tried to keep eye contact, but the feeling of Iris surrounding him was too much.

Iris’s mouth fell open as Barry filled her. He’s so big.

In and out, a steady rhythm of movement. Iris lifts herself and thrusts with him. She wraps both her legs around Barry so that he can go as deep as possible. Each movement felt better than the last.

Barry’s hands returned to her breast. First palming them, then using his vibrating fingers to send chills up her spine as he worked her nipples. He’s amazing. He’s a god. This is perfect. My Barry, my best friend since elementary school. My cute little nerdy Barry, fucking my brains out. Iris thinks, before she loses her ability to form coherent thoughts.

The second orgasm hits Iris suddenly and powerfully. Her walls contract around Barry and he gasps as his climax happens too.

“Irisssssss” Barry says.

At the same time, Iris moans, “Barrrrrrry”

Iris laid there, feeling boneless and still twitching. Barry pulled out. They both curse the loss of pleasure, the feeling of completeness, as he exits. They cuddled and held each other. Iris's hands wondered over his toned muscles. Barry tenderly kissed her temple.

“I’m so lucky to be your wife.” Iris said.

[joohoneyhoe]

Till The End.

Best friends,  Ex-friends till the end, Better off as lovers, And not the other way around…

info: min yoongi x oc genre: angst, smut, fluff, ex-friends!au word count: 3.2k a/n: inspiration just struck me randomly for this and I had to write it. I don’t have enough Yoongi on my masterlist. Let me know what you think and as always, enjoy space cadets!

”I can’t keep fucking doing this with you, Harlow! You act like you want me and the next thing I know, you’re back with THAT douche! We hang out, we’re friends, we stay at each others apartments, for god sake, WE FUCK! What more can I do to show you how much I want you around? To show you I want you, that I want to be with you. Am I that unimportant to you, that you can just go out and be with someone else, after fucking only me for months? Was I just there to make you feel better about yourself and nothing more? Fuck you, Harlow. I can’t keep being just a backup whenever you feel shitty about yourself. I’m done. Don’t call me, don’t text me, nothing. Just leave me the fuck alone.”

Yoongi’s words from that night four years ago, ran through my head as I stood in front of his apartment building. Rain pelted against my leather jacket, long black hair sticking to my pale skin and neck, makeup running freely down my raw, tear stung cheeks. I could feel my black jeans and converse being soaked through and through, making me shiver almost violently. I had just driven two hours to his apartment, his mom having told me his latest address after I showed up to her place, begging for her to tell me. But, now that I was here, all I could do was stand frozen in place. 

I needed him. 

I had always needed him and I was too caught up in my own misery, to ever see how badly I was hurting him in the process. I had used him to make myself feel good, when all he had ever done is love and care for me without complaint. He listened to me, comforted me when I told him about catching Taehyung in bed with my roommate at the time. He didn’t tell me he told me so, he didn’t make me feel stupid, he just told me it would be alright. He helped me move all of my things out and find a new place of my own, close to his so he could come when I needed him. 

He held me when I cried, hands running through my hair, rubbing my back as I burried my face into his chest. He never made me feel like I was a burden for always needing him, he simply took care of me. He made me feel wanted when I felt like I was nothing, showed me how much he appreciated me, loved me. He showed me with his lips, his hands, his words, his eyes, his body and his emotions. He showed me what it was supposed to feel like when someone truly loved and appreciated you. 

And I had missed all of it.

I didn’t know how much time had passed, but I took a deep breath, pushed my wet hair from my eyes and marched up to the door of his townhouse. My hand balled into a fist, hesitating as it hovered over his front door. Swallowing my fear, I knocked softly, feeling tears already beginning to form in my eyes. The door swung open, Yoongi standing before me in a pair of holy black skinny jeans and a oversized gray sweatshirt, face shocked as he stared down at me. His hair was no longer the blonde he had years before, but pitch black, making his features all the more striking. His dark eyes pierced through me, roaming my face almost frantically. 

“Harlow..” he whispered, eyes softening as he gazed at me. The wall I was holding up toppled over, sobs ripping through my chest as my hands flew to cover my face. I felt his hands on my waist, tugging me to him and hugging me, not caring that I was soaked to the bone. 

“Come inside, Harlow. We’ll get you warmed up.”

He pulled me inside, shutting the door gently behind him. His warm long fingers interlaced with mine, leading me up the carpeted stairs to his large bathroom. He sat me down on the closed toilet, started up the shower, grabbed a towel from the cupboard and set in on the counter. Tears continued to roll down from my eyes, burning my cheeks as guilt coursed through me, making my stomach churn. 

He squatted in front of me, unlacing my shoes, removing them, along with my socks. Standing back up, he grabbed my hands and pulled me with him. He carefully began pulling the dripping leather jacket from my shoulders, it hitting the floor with a loud thud. My white t-shirt was stuck to my cold flesh, the cool air of the apartment raising goosebumps along my arms.

“Lift your arms for me.” he requested, his fingers resting at the hem of my shirt. I silently obeyed, keeping my eyes away from his. He pulled the shirt over my head slowly, careful not to catch my hair and pull it. After he tossed it into his laundry basket, his fingers moved to the button of my jeans, popping it open and undoing the fly before he tugged them down my legs. He got down on one knee, rubbing my calve to let me know I needed to lift my foot so he could remove the leg. He did the same with the other, tossing my jeans into the hamper.

He came up slowly to face me again, I could feel his eyes on me, assessing me. His soft hands touched my shoulders, making me flinch at the skin to skin contact, my flesh burning under his palms. He continued to say nothing as he turned me around, unhooking my bra, taking it off slowly before throwing it in with the rest of my things. His fingers grazed my hip, thumbs hooking into the band of my thong and sliding them down until they pooled at my feet. 

“Come on.” he directed quietly, fingers skimming along my arm, all the way down to my hand as he helped me in. He shut the curtain behind me, moving to leave.

“Yoongi?” I called, scaring myself at the sound of my own voice.

“Yes?” he replied, voice low as it sounded from the other side of the bathroom.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. I’ll have warm clothes waiting for you on my bed across the hall.” with that, I heard the door shut behind him and I sank down onto the floor of the shower, crying into my hands.

My bare feet padded down the stairs back to Yoongi’s living room, fingers gripping the sleeves of the too big sweatshirt that hung loosely on my figure. It hit the top of my bare thighs, my legs pale in contrast to the black Puma hoodie. As I reached he bottom of the stairs, my eyes found Yoongi, now dressed in basketball shorts and a plain white t-shirt, relaxed against the couch, a book in hand as his glasses slid down the bridge of his nose. He must of heard me, because his eyes left the book and fell on me as he set his glasses on the coffee table. It felt like his eyes were ripping right through me, making my cheeks heat up as I tried pulling the sweatshirt further down my legs.

“I’m sorry I didn’t have any sweats that fit you.” he apologized, setting the book down next to his glasses, grabbing the blanket from the back of the couch and holding it out to me. I gave him a weak smile, moving to take it from his hands and find a seat away from him. His fingers didn’t let go as I went to grab it from him, my face not hiding my confusion. 

“You can have it, if you share it with me.” he bargained, a smirk pulling at the corner of his pouty lips. I nodded in agreement, letting go as he wrapped the blanket around his shoulders, placing himself against the armrest of the couch, legs open in front of him as he held his arms out to me. I carefully sat down between his legs, letting him pull me into his chest as he wrapped his arms and the blanket around me. My head rested back against his shoulder, feeling his chest rise and fall beneath me.

I’m not sure how long we sat in silence, but it didn’t feel uncomfortable. It felt like it had all those years ago, like nothing had changed between us. Though I knew that was a boldfaced lie.

“Why did you let me in?” I finally spoke up, removing myself from his grasp to turn my body to the side and look at him. His chocolate orbs drifted to mine, blinking slowly as he weighed my words. Instead of responding, he let out a deep sigh and got up. I continued to sit there, watching as he walked away from me towards the stairs. His foot hit the step, then he turned to look back at me.

“You coming, or what?” my head tilted to the side like a confused puppy, unsure of why he was so incredibly calm with me after what I had done to him, all those years ago. He continued up the steps, me scrambling after him in panic. By the time I reached him, he was pulling back the black comforter and crawling in. I stood in the doorway, fidgeting with my hands, unsure of what to do next. 

“Get over here before I shut the light off on you.” a smile spread across my mouth, my body moving on its own to get into bed beside him. I kept my distance as I snuggled in, laying with my back to him. The bed shifted, his arm coming to encircle my waist, moving me flush against him, hot breath hitting the back of my neck where my still damp hair rested.

“You know why I let you in, Harlow?” he whispered into the shell of my ear, my legs clenching together.

“No.” I confessed, my voice cracking slightly.

“Because, even after all of these years, after everything that happened and how we parted ways, I couldn’t find it in myself to remain angry with you. I still loved you, even though you ripped my heart out and threw it on the ground. I still loved you as you stood in front of me tonight, makeup running down your beautiful face, soaked to the core. I’ll still love you even if you walk out that door tomorrow and I never see you again.” tears cascaded down my cheeks once again, landing on the pillow beneath me. His lips touched the nape of my neck, placing tender kisses along the uncovered flesh.

“Harlow, I want you to look at me. Please…” he begged, hand gently moving to my shoulder to pull me to lay on my back. I covered my face to hide my tears of regret with my hands as he leaned on his elbow over me, hand coming down to cup my cheek.

“I can’t see you when your hands are on your face.” I could hear the amusement in his voice, making me slowly remove them. He was smiling down at me, thumb rubbing my cheek as I met his eyes.

“That’s better.” he commented. I wiped my eyes, then rested my hands against my chest, not sure what to say.

“I’m so sorry, Yoongi. I’m sorry for using you, taking you for granted, for disregarding how you felt. I was so wrapped up in making myself feel good, that I didn’t think about how it was making you feel. I was awful and I’ve done nothing but regret it. You were always right about Taehyung, he never changed, just got better at hiding his infidelity. I should have listened to y-” Yoongi’s lips landed on mine, the kiss soft but eager. My hands instinctively went to the sides of his face, pulling him in as close as I could. He pulled away, breathless, my heart beating against my ribs widely.

“It doesn’t matter now. All that matters to me is that you’re here, even if it’s only for tonight.” he informed me as he rested his forehead against mine. My fingers threaded into his locks, feeling the soft tresses beneath them.

“I love you, Min Yoongi. I’m sorry it took so long for me realize what you meant to me.” that gummy smile that I loved so much, lit up his face.

“I’m done with I’m sorry’s, just kiss me, Harlow.” without hesitation, I reached up and placed my mouth over his, tongue rolling across his bottom lip. His tongue met mine, exploring the hot caverns of my mouth as he dominated the kiss, pushing my legs apart with his knee as he settled himself between them. His hands immediately made their way down to the edge of the sweatshirt, detaching from me so he could yank if from my body. His eyes dilated with hunger as they found my naked chest, head instantly dipping down to take a perked nipple between his lips. As his tongue swirled around it, his hands began pulling at my underwear, dragging them down as far as he could without leaving my breast. 

I shimmed the rest of the way out of them, getting lost somewhere between the sheets. He let go of me with a lewd pop, making me let out a moan. He ran his tongue over his teeth, eyes drinking in my completely naked form bellow him.

“How is it possible that you’re even more beautiful now, than you were before?” he growled, ripping the shirt from his body, revealing his toned torso to me. My hand reached out to touch him as he sat on his knees, feeling the deep v that led past the band of his shorts with the pads of my fingers. He shivered under my touch, groaning in pleasure. I pulled on his shorts impatiently.

“Get them off, please, Yoongi.” I pleaded with him, sitting up to place wet kisses along his chest, lips brushing a nipple and making him jump slightly. He pushed on my shoulder gently, making me lay back down as he removed his shorts and boxers. His length sprang free, memories of all the things he’d made me feel coming back to me. I reached for him, fingers wrapping around his cock, thumb running over his leaking slit to spread the precum down his shaft. A whimper left his lips, his hands landing on either side of my head as his fell forward.

“Fuck, Harlow–I can’t do this. I need you right now.” he pulled my hand away, grabbing himself at the base, but halted as he looked down at me. 

“What? What is it, Yoongi?” I questioned, concerned by his lack of movement.

“I’ve gotta grab a condom.” he said, moving to get up. I gripped his forearm, stopping him.

“I’m on birth control, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” he didn’t answer me, just took hold of himself again and lined up with my core, pushing into me slowly. My warmth enveloped him, his length stretching me perfectly, making us both let out a moan. He was gentle in his movements, making sure not to move too much right away. His lips kissed the column of my neck, one hand trailing down over the skin of my stomach, stopping at my hip, rubbing circles there with his thumb.

“Please, please move, Yoongi.” I groaned, wrapping my legs around his slim waist, rocking my hips into him. His head tilted back, mouth parting as a sigh left his lips and then a snarl rumbled in his chest.

“It’s taking everything I have in me not to fuck into you so hard, you scream my name, over and over. Fuck you until you can’t walk out of this apartment on your own.” I clenched around him, my legs tensing around his waist, rolling into him. His large hands palmed my thighs, squeezing them as a warning to stop my actions. Biting my lip, I did it again, teasing him.

“Stop. It.” he demanded, his eyes darkening with desire, fingernails leaving crescent moons in my flesh. His teeth bit down on my chest, tongue laving over the skin between his teeth, making me shudder. His lips suctioned, beginning to leave me with a large purple mark where he had bitten. I squirmed underneath him, desperate for him to finally move.

“I need you.” I choked out, digits intertwining in his hair and pulling. He pulled out, proceeding to slam back into me, a whine passing my lips. His hips rolled into me slowly, grinding against me. He bent down and captured my lips, tongue tangling with mine as he began to thrust into me. I met his every movement, getting the friction my core craved. He picked up his pace, slamming into me, my legs already shaking. I pulled away from him, a string of saliva still connecting from our lips.

“I want to ride you.” I gasped, sweat glistening on our skin. His eyes lit up, making him quickly switch our positions, impaling me on his cock. I let out a cry, hands covering his that were glued to my hips. Moving my hips in a circular motion, I began to ride him, leaning over to press my lips to his. He wrapped his arms around my waist, thrusting up into me and making me groan into his mouth. He swallowed every sound, hips smacking against my backside. 

“Fuck, I missed you so much.” I confessed, foreheads resting against each others. He cupped my face in his strong hands, thumbs caressing my cheekbones.

“I fucking missed you too. I love you, Harlow. Fuck–I’m so close already.” I nodded, rocking harder as he pumped up into me, his lips running along my jaw. I could feel the spring tightening in my belly, a fire burning through me as he hit the right spot repeatedly. 

“Right there, Yoongi–keep going.” I cried out, pulling his hair a little harder. He snapped his hips, jolting me forward, hitting me perfectly and snapping the coil. My climax rammed into me, shooting through my veins like poison, every limb going numb with pleasure. He could feel me tighten my hold around his cock, making him lose his hold on his orgasm, ribbons of his cum spilling into me.

“Oh–God, Harlow, fuck!” he proclaimed as he thrust into me languidly, kissing me once again with more passion than I’d ever felt with anyone else. We rode out our highs together, the euphoria beginning to tingle along our dampened skin. He pulled out of me with a grunt, removing me from his hips to my back, towering over me.

I reached up, tracing my index finger along the side of his face until I reached his cupids bow, outlining his beautiful lips. His black hair was wet at the ends, perspiration having soaked it thoroughly. I couldn’t look away from his eyes, seeing the love in them that I never saw with Taehyung, no matter how hard I looked for it. He gave me the gummy smile I had grown to love so much, bending to press a kiss to my forehead.

“Stay with me.” he more stated than asked, gazing at me adoringly. I nodded in agreement as he lay beside me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder and pulling me into his chest. I could hear his still rapid heartbeat in my ear, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing against my hand that rested along his stomach. 

“I love you, Min Yoongi. I’m sorry it took so long for me to see it.” he chuckled, only hugging me tighter.

“Time for ‘I’m sorry’ is over, Harlow. It’s only ‘I love you’, now.”