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[ardentmuse]

Awfully Late for a Bath (Merlin x Reader)

Kingsman - Merlin x fem!reader

Summary: Merlin returns home from a long week of work, expecting to find you already in bed. He is pleasantly surprised at how he finds you instead. 

Wordcount: 3k

Warnings: smut, swearing, fluff. Be warned my belief that physical intimacy can and should occasionally be lighthearted plays out here.

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A/N: A repost of one of my posts that tumblr flagged for no reason and refuses to address, despite my constant nagging and the over one hundred notes on it. UGH. Enjoy, dearies.

Merlin opened the door to your townhouse as quietly as he could, suspecting that given the late hour you would already be sleeping. Merlin emptied his pockets into the bin beside the door. He saw your keys in your matching box and smiled at the pleasant confirmation that you were indeed home and safe, upstairs in the bed that he would soon join.

As he made his way upstairs, he notices lights on in the hallway. Assuming you simply forgotten to turn them off, he continued his slow and quiet progression, removing his shoes outside the master as to not rouse you.

Carrying his shoes, he opened the door to your suite cautiously until he saw the lights and heard the sloshing of water that let him know you were in the bathroom.

“Y/N?” he called in question, door ajar and shoes still in hand.

“In here,” you called in return, your voice echoing.

Merlin placed his shoes on the rack in his closet and makes his way into the bathroom, loosening his tie, ready to join you in the teeth-brushing, face-washing parts of your joint nightly routine. When he opens the bathroom door fully, the sight stops him in his tracks.

You weren’t at the sink like he suspected. You were lounging in the bathtub, hands over the sides of your large claw-foot, neck supported by the porcelain as you lazily roll it back and forth. Your skin was flush. Your cheeks were tinted a delicious shade of pink that could either be from overheat or exertion, a shade he knew well from the afterglow of your coupling. Your hair was pulled from your face and bubbles covered the entirety of your body except your neck, head, and the peak of cleavage just subtly making its way up and out of the water.

Merlin hardened almost immediately at the sight.

On a final stretch of your neck, you turned your head to face him.

“Welcome home, love,” you offered, pulling yourself to the side of the tub, leaning over and exposing part of your glistening back to him.

Merlin shifted his weight, trying hard to suppress the urge to claim you. His day had been long and hard. There was a round of recruits going through training to replace the late Agent Gawain, and he had been spending hours alongside them, prepping them for their rigorous tasks and executing the technical aspects behind the scenes. He hadn’t been home to see you in over a week, stuck in the stately manner that to many others probably felt like an elegant vacation. But to him, knowing what waited for him back in London, an empty bed would always be unwelcome, no matter how plush and comfortable.

He had spent much of the journey back to the tailor and then to your home imagining being with you again. Many of those images were explicit, he was almost ashamed to acknowledge. He had always been the kind of man who prided himself with how well he controlled his more carnal desires. You were his princess, a delicate and beautiful thing that deserved to be taken passionately with a sense of reverence and respect, not to be rutted into like bitch in heat. But he was pent up today and while he hated viewing sex as a means of just relieving stress, his mind kept playing images of you, tossed and disheveled, arms pinned above your head, as he pounded into you vigorously until completely spent. And so he focused a good majority of his mental energy over the past few hours replacing those images with ones of you curled on your side, moonlight through the window casting shadows on your brow and neck as you gently slept. Images of you at peace and in comfort. He imagined himself curling behind you, a proper big spoon, and peppering your crown with feather-light kisses before he too fell asleep.

Right now, in your bathtub, perky and nude, you were making all of his previous effort futile, but he was determined to stay strong. He didn’t trust that he could be a selfless lover at the moment and he refused to be anything but.

“Awfully late for a bath,” he said, moving towards the sink and pulling out his toothbrush.

He heard the water splash behind him as he applied his toothpaste.

“Maybe so, Hamish, but not too late to relax,” you said, your voice dropping an octave in a way that let him know your intentions quite clearly. He immediately turned to you, observed the cheeky grin spread eagerly across your face, the splashing of water that implied you were kicking or rubbing your thighs together. Your tone made him assume the latter, which did nothing to help him repress his urges.

He rested himself casually against the counter, trying his hardest not to appear as affected by you as he was. “Did you have a stressful day, my love?”

“Not particularly, but I am assuming I can’t say the same for you?” you asked, still kicking or squeezing in a way that created a rhythmic back and forth that drew his eyes to the edge of the water, and his mind to what resided underneath it. “You look so tense. Your shoulders are tight. I knew you’d have a long day. I though a bath might help.”

“You draw me a bath to help me de-stress, but you decided to use it yourself instead?”

“No, silly,” you chided him playfully, “The bath is a present. So am I.” As you uttered the last words, you leaned back, lifting your torso out of the water. Your breasts were still concealed by the soapsuds, running down the slopes and thinning at the peaks. The undersides were collecting the runoff, which only accentuated the curve and weight of them. Merlin felt himself salivating just at the sight of you.

“Come,” you beckoned him, “Come let me and the warm water ease some of those worries, will you?”

Merlin sighed. You knew how to pull the strings to get him to succumb to your will. Hell, it really wasn’t that hard. You could probably ask him to chop off his hand and he’d consider it, especially if the reward were a night in bed with you. And he didn’t have to worry about being a greedy lover if you were taking the lead.

“Such a devoted wife, you are,” he says, eyes darkened. He fully removed his tie now and began reaching down to pull off his socks.

“Let me help you.” And with those words you stood, water cascading down the curves of your hips, between your thighs, dripping back into the tub. If he didn’t know better, he would have thought you were trying to kill him.

After a few drips, you stepped out of the tub, onto the mat, and made your way over to Merlin. He had paused his disrobing to stare at you, one foot still socked. When you reached him, you laughed.

“A little distracted there?” you asked, so overjoyed by the effect you had on him.

“Very,” he said, eyes turned down to you, dark and stormy with a passion you could now tell had already impacted his body in a way you hoped would bring you both pleasure.

You began unbuttoning the crisp white shirt that clung to his shoulders so snugly. Each button you meticulously turned and pressed through its hole, a painstakingly slow process that you knew was bothering your husband more than he let on. His breathing was deep and rhythmic and his eyes never left you, though the flickered between your face and the glistening length of your body beneath him. Your hands were darkening the white shirt where they touched, the water seeping through and causing Merlin to shiver slightly. When you reached the last of the buttons, you slipped your hands below his belt line ever so slightly to untuck the shirt. You heard Merlin hiss at the contact your fingers made with his pubic hair, close but still so far.

As you pushed at the sleeves of his shirt, you allowed it to lazily fall down his arms and onto the floor. You kept your hands on his shoulders, gently massaging into the taut muscle as you made eye contact.

His hands, which had previously been impossibly glued to his sides, finally came up to rest at the soft of your waist.

“What are you on about, love?” he asked you softly.

“On about?” you voiced your confusion. “Can’t I just want to enjoy my man after he has been away from me for far too long?” With that you began much more efficiently working on his belt and pants. You pushed down his trousers and boxers together, exposing him to you, though neither of you seemed to notice, fully intent on each other’s faces.

His hand came up to stroke you head, gentle and loving, as he stepped out of his pants, kicking them behind him. You smiled and slowly brought yourself down to your knees. He raised an eyebrow to you in question, and as answer you lifted one knee and tapped his foot with you hand. “Up,” you requested.

After a moment of confusion, Merlin realized you wanted to remove his last bit of clothing; the one sock he had abandoned upon seeing your naked form. He lifted his foot to your knee and you pulled off his sock. When he returned his foot to the floor, he expected you to get up and move back to the tub, but you didn’t. You stayed on your knees and placed your hands on his hips, tugging him forward until he was directly in front of you, his mostly-hardened cock bobbing just in front of your face. You looked up to him and saw his eyes deep and intent upon you, intense and needy. With quite the grin and eyes still locked on his, you stuck out just the tip of your tongue and made contact with his head, now glistening from just a single drop of precum that ran over your taste buds. The corner of his mouth twitched just slightly, but when you broke eye contact on take him in your mouth in earnest, the hand on your head squeezed ever so slightly and you heard him utter a quite “stop.”

You turned your head upward once more to address your husband’s concerns. His hand, still on your head, began to make soft strokes behind your ear. 

“If you do that, I’ll lose control. Please let me get you into that tub at least, and then you can have your way with me.”

Your face lit up at that. You stood and took his hand, pulling him to the tub with a “yes, sir.”

“Please don’t say that.” 

“Would you prefer ‘yes, daddy’?” you asked him as you fiddled with the faucet and he stepped over the edge into the bath. 

He huffed with some amount of force, “I’d prefer Hamish or husband or love or nothing. Not sir and definitely not daddy.” He sunk down into water, hands over the edge much as you had been early. 

You stepped in yourself and settled down, nestling yourself between his legs, ass pressed firmly against his length. You leaned your head back to rest on his shoulder. Almost instinctively he bent forward, nuzzling into your curve of your shoulder and wrapping his arms delicately around your waist. 

“That’s no fun. Not even the littlest role play?”

“I thought this was supposed to be my present? You could role play as my wife, showering me in affection after almost a dozen days apart?”

You laughed. “Aye, I could. And I believe a wife showering her husband in affection would start with some much deserved kisses, don’t you think?”

With that, you turned in his arms and straddled his waist. His length, slightly softened during your banter, slid enticingly between your folds and you bucked your hips before you could even process what was happening. You leaned in, your hands on both his cheeks, and kissed him, opening your mouth to invite the kind of deep, wet kisses that left your breathless. Your husband knew how to use his tongue, the initial contact of your tips sending an electric shock down your spine and blood to your apex. 

His hands clung to your hips and began pulling you up and down slowly, his cock still sheathed between your lips, creating the most delightful friction with each pass, placing pressure on your clit only to pull away just as it became overwhelming. You thought, as your mouths moved with greater intensity and your voice began softly mewing, that you could have stayed in that position forever. But slowly you felt Merlin begin to grow, his bulbous head now pushing just the teeniest bit into you with each up and down. You found yourself rolling your hips, so with each stroke he sunk just a little bit further until you thought you’d die from the teasing. 

Feeling what you were doing, Merlin pulled himself from your still-needy mouth. “Ready for me, love?” 

You were still bucking your hips, desperate for a deeper friction. “Yes, please,” you uttered breathlessly as you buried your head into the crock of his neck and began to suck gently on the skin right by his pulse. 

Merlin chuckled, “And I thought I’d have little control.”

“I’ve wanted you for hours, days even,” you said, this time the movement of your hips allowing you to take in the entirety of his head. You shuttered a little at the delightful stretched feeling. You moved your mouth to his ear and began to nibble, suck and lick there. “Please,” you begged before you took his lobe between your teeth. 

With that, Merlin stilled your hips roughly with his hands and thrusts until he was fully buried inside of you. You whimpered a little at the initial sting. Even after years of beautiful lovemaking with this man, your body still found the initial bits of sex painful no matter how ready you were, but you quickly learned it was entirely worth it as your husband worshipped your body, loosening you and bringing you to peak in a way that made any sting a long-forgotten memory. 

Merlin wasted no time in building back up to a pace you both enjoyed, his hands kneading into your hip and his lips all over your face and jaw. Your felt yourself relax, the feel of his affections filling you with a deep, profound pleasure.  At this angle, with you settled into his lap, the coarse hair above his shaft delicately tickled your clit with each stroke, sending pleasurable waves through your body. You dug your nails into his shoulders for even more leverage, continuing the attention to his ear that you knew he loved so much. 

Your husband was not one to make much noise during your intimacy. He’d occasionally utter compliments to your body or reiterate his love, but he’d rare express his need verbally. So when you heard a moan and a soft “fuck” as a result of you surprising him by taking his lower lip into your mouth and deeply sucking, you knew your husband was completely lost to the moment. His hips increased to a merciless pace as he pushed up into you. At this point, you couldn’t even return with thrust of your own, but instead opted to grab onto the porcelain behind Merlin’s shoulder and hold yourself steady. You watched as the water slipped up and over the sides of the tub, the back and forth of your bodies creating giant crests and waves. 

After only a few minutes, you felt a knowing tightness building in your core. His cock had grown almost painfully hard and so you leaned back, hands on the sides of the tub to angle him to hit you just right. Your whole body heated, the slickness inside of you grew, and that delightful feeling of fullness became euphoric. 

Your breasts now exposed to him, Merlin leaned forward and took your nipple into his mouth, sucking with just the lightest graze of his teeth. You came, hard. You felt electricity shoot all through your body, a joyous energy that simultaneously tightened and loosened you all over. Your cunt squeezed at your husband’s cock desperately, so much so that the force of it almost pushed him out of you entirely. With a single, final thrusts, Merlin buried himself into you. And with a whispered, “I love you” into your neck, he spilled his seed into your depths, pulsing before stilling, completely exhausted. 

Slowly you began to come out of the fog, regaining your senses, but your feeling of complete peace remained. Your legs continued to convulse, these aftershocks that always seemed to accompany your greatest orgasms. Your husband held you steady through your spasms as he softened inside of you.

“That good, dear?” he asked after you shook and then giggled, the true sign that you were again fully conscious.

“Damn good, although much quicker than I intended.”

“No rush. We have all week,” he said, as he lifted you off of him with a slight pop. You felt his seed escaping you, mingling with the bathwater.

“All week?” you asked, unable to contain your shock.

“Yes, all week. I managed to set up everything so that I can work from the office here.”

You squealed and clung to his neck and you allowed your body to stretch in the water. His hands came up to caress your back.

“Then we should get some rest. I think we might have a very busy day tomorrow,” you said. You jumped out of the bath, tossed on your robe and threw your husband his towel before bounding out of the room.

Your husband laughed when he heard you hit the bed. He began to leave the tub and indeed all of his stress behind.

[mythiica]

Reader x Jumin Han - Mine

Title: Mine  Fandom: Mystic Messenger Character: Jumin Han Genre: smOOT with plot™ (reposted from my dA) Warnings: leMON SMECCI WARNING AND language i think, minor spoilers from zen’s route cause i was doing it when i wrote this Intended Gender Audience: Female audience Other comments: For story purposes, each ‘day’ is equivalent to a month. Yes, a month. It will make sense in the story and description. on a side note i wrote this in 2016 and i just edited it slightly before reposting and goOD LORD IT IS CRINGEY TO REREAD YOUR OWN SMUt hopefully youll enjoy more than i will  

Elizabeth the 3rd jumps onto the bed, looking for the master that spoils her. She mews in disappointment when she finds him missing. Instead, you sit under the covers, reading the terrible news accusing Zen of sexually harassing that Echo Girl. Of the few weeks you’ve come to know the people of RFA, Zen is pretty full of himself, but he would never do something like that. Plus, you had spoken with Jumin, and he believes strongly that Echo has only fabricated lies because she did not get what she wanted.

          A constant flow of news reporters trying to squeeze out a story from Jumin have been lounging around outside the penthouse for a few hours now. They wish to wait for his return from the office, were, no doubt, even more media has accumulated.

         In your opinion, the entire incident is completely idiotic. Why must news reporters but in on every small story they hear of? Do they not understand the pain it could bring to their targets?

         Your phone pings, snapping you out of your thoughts. Jumin will arrive home in a few minutes. He wants to know if a crowd has gathered at the front of the building.

         Should I tell him it is fine? you ask yourself. Or should I break the news to him gently and tell him?

         Fingers flying across the small keyboard, you let him know that most likely reporters would be throwing questions at him as he tries to get in the door. And to get back safe. And perhaps a kissing emoji.

          About an hour later, you hear the alarm chirp and the door slam shut. Footsteps sound heavily as Jumin drops his work bag onto the counter. Elizabeth the 3rd brushes herself lovingly against his legs, her way for asking for food. “Elizabeth,” he calls softly, turning his head over to her food bowl, “you have plenty of food over there. You do not need more.”

         When the feline meows, Jumin crouches down and strokes her soft fur. “Do you know if (Y/n) sleeps already?”

         Swishing her tail, Elizabeth turns around with a huff and saunters away.

         Jumin chuckles to himself before making his way to the bedroom.

            A wave of exhaustion from the long day hits him hard. He pushes the door to the bedroom open to find the lights off and you sound asleep. Stepping into the room, he kicks off his shoes and begins to leave a trail of discarded clothes to the bed. Jacket thrown onto the armchair, vest on the glass table next to the chair, tie in the middle of the floor, shirt at the base of the cabinet, belt into the darkness, pants at the foot of the bed, socks next to the night table, and watch in the drawer.

         He pushes the sheets back and crawls into the warmth radiating from your body. Once he has put an arm around your waist, Jumin buries his nose into your neck and places a quick kiss on your skin.

         Clamoring voices shout from down below, all asking for opinions on the news about Zen. Most probably, the would wait until morning to catch Jumin once more for questions. You turn over, now awake, and wrap your own hands around his bare waist.

         “Long day?” you ask in a soft and soothing voice.

         “The longest yet, so it feels like.”

         Sighing, you press gentle kisses to his chest and nuzzle into him for more warmth. “It’ll get better. It will.”

         Jumin places a kiss on the top of your head in return. “I hope so.”

          You wake up abruptly when the sound of breaking glass fills your ears. The time on the digital clock shows 2:44 AM. It’s barely been two hours since Jumin returned from the office. Looking at him, you find he too is startled and awake.

         “Stay here, I’ll go and see what’s the matter. Call the head of security.” He pulls a bathrobe over his boxers and heads downstairs.

         Doing as told, you worry about what has happened.

         “Hello? Mr. Han?”

         “It’s me, Jumin’s gone to see what happened. We woke up because glass broke. Could you come over please?”

         “I’ll be there before the next hour.” And the line disconnects.

The police have left and so has the security team. A paparazzi attempted to break in and take candid photos of the two of you, but didn’t make it far. He could be spending a nice time in jail for his actions.

         Jumin closes his eyes momentarily and breathes slowly. You click the light out and joke, “Should I be jealous you’re getting so much newfound attention?”

         A smile dances across his face. “Not at all, (Y/n).” He licks his lips. “I’m sorry for this. I know you have a busy schedule tomorrow and this is not helping it.”

         Pushing your leg onto his, you offer him comfort. “It is not your fault. Don’t apologize. And don’t think any less of yourself either. I love you.” You inhale sharply after saying these words. This would mark the first time saying it aloud. The silence clings to the air and hurts more and more with every moment passing.

         “I–I don’t know, how you’ve done it, but I’ve fallen so deep in love with you, (Y/n).” He turns and faces you, grey eyes peering into your own. “I love you,” he responds. “And tonight, I need you.”

         Your heart swells and his hands trickle across your skin like nectar. They pull the hem of your silk camisole up and over your head, allowing Jumin to drag his tongue over your bare skin. He takes hold of your left nipple with his teeth and sucks slowly on the sensitive area. Not daring leave its twin forgotten, Jumin twists his index finger and thumb around the bud, only satisfied when the both are erect to their fullest.

         Throwing your head backwards and letting out a low moan, Jumin smirks and trades treatments. Your face flushes when you feel the heat growing in between your legs. Upon letting go of your breast, he shifts and aligns himself overtop you.

         He tastes different places on your neck, searching for your favourite spot. Releasing a sharp breath when his nose grazes a sensitive area, Jumin takes the opportunity to leave a dark hickey. You rake your fingers through his hair and bring his lips down to yours, demanding his tongue in your mouth.

         When he gives you what you want, you trail your hands down his sculpted abdomen and play with the elastic waistband to his underwear. Before you have the chance to relieve him of the fabric, Jumin breaks off the hungry kiss and flips you onto your stomach.

         With a leg to your left and right, he keeps you from moving away. “Jumin,” you whisper, “do not tease me please.”

         He smirks like the devil. “Then where would the fun be?” he replies, sly as a fox. Your panties are torn away, leaving you completely vulnerable to him and his wishes. “Do you wish to know what I plan to do with you now?”

         “Tell me, my love,” you purr in response.

         A wet sound breaks the silence. Jumin pulls his fingers from his mouth, saliva dripping generously from the tips of his digits. Pressing his index finger to your slit, he whispers into your ear, “I will make you mine.”

         As the words roll off his tongue, he inserts an index finger into your core. You squirm as the heat grows stronger and you inch closer to pleasure. He watches you in your submissive state with lust blazing bright in his eyes. Quickly becoming bored, Jumin adds another finger and begins to pumps the two around in lopsided circles.

         Your breath catches in your throat, a strangled moan trying to escape your lungs. Panting, you force yourself to turn over onto your back. Once you’ve managed to flip, Jumin pulls one of your legs over his shoulder and roughly holds onto your other. A third finger thrusts into your core.

         Taken by surprise, you moan out loud – much louder than you intended.

         “Don’t suppress it,” he smirks, “Let me hear it…”

         “You tease me, I tease you, Jumin,” you say back, dragging a hand along the side of your body.

         His eyebrows furrow and he frowns for a moment. Then, he smiles. After pumping fast and hard for a minute and leaving you on the edge of a climax, Jumin pulls his hand away. He then continues to lick off his fingers and then leave to fetch something in the dark.

         Jumin returns holding a small, reflective packet in one hand and a towel in the other. Already knowing the contents of the object, you move to the edge of the bed, sling your legs over the side and pull his body towards your own. His chest muscles align perfectly with your face, allowing you to drag your tongue across his porcelain skin. Every so often, you kiss him tenderly. His arms fall limp with the torn open wrapping hanging loosely from his hand when you twist your tongue around his own nipples. Jumin inhales sharply, to which you smile, pleased with your revenge.

         Moving up slowly, you are eventually standing upright, directly in front of Jumin. He watches you silently as your fingers twine around the band of his boxers and pull them down. His erect member nearly stands perpendicular to his body.

         He then lowers you gently back onto the bed and slips the condom out of the wrapping and onto himself. Licking your lips slowly, you watch eagerly as the plastic stretches over his hardened member. 

         “Are you sure?” Jumin asks softly, gently touching your cheek.

         You place a kiss in the centre of his palm and nod. “I love you.”

         Jumin smiles – he has a beautiful smile. “I love you too.”

         With that, he pushes himself inside of you.

         Unlike you thought, pain slaps you hard before the wave of completeness fills you. You cry out and then moan as Jumin grunts. He slowly begins to thrust further into. Upon seeing you are doing alright, he pushes harder and faster.

         Not after long, he manages to hit your G-spot and you release a loud scream. “Jumin!”

         Still moving, Jumin digs his fingers deeper into your hips and forces you to sit up with him. You press yourself closer to him and drag your nails across his back. Short shouts fill the air as you draw closer and closer to your climax. Sweat trickles down your body and you struggle for oxygen.

         “J–Jumin,” you pant, “I–I’m going to cum!”

         He does not respond verbally; instead he thrusts even harder and even faster than before. His grunts all sound as if they are being cut off, they are so short. “Aah–,” he sounds.

         With the last thrust, you feel as if the pit of your stomach releases everything it holds and you are rewarded with a feeling of satisfaction and happiness. Jumin, not quite there, pushes twice more into you before letting out a shout and releasing his seed as well.

         Jumin pulls out, reaches for the towel and hands it to you. You take the item and wipe yourself off. He takes the cloth back and removes the condom and cleans himself up as well. After slipping on your panties, you lie back in the bed and watch as Jumin changes into a fresh pair of underwear. He pushes the covers over and nuzzles next to you.

           With his arm protectively around you, he kisses your face gently. Your temple, your forehead, between your eyes, your nose, your jawline, your lips.

Sleep falls heavy over the both of you.

         In the silence, when the land of dreams is ready to pull you under, Jumin whispers.

         “I love you.”

[crownoyami]

Roommates

Title: Roommates

 Pairing: Dean/Gabriel

 Warnings/Tags: Porn, Masturbation, Voyeurism; (mentions) Oral sex, rimming, anal sex, M/M/F

 Prompts Used: Dialogue Prompt:

 (this prompt must be used word for word in your creation)

 “So, exactly how long have you been standing there?”

 AO3 URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15144467

 Summary: Having a roommate sucked, there was never any time to be alone in the apartment and while he saved on rent and his roommate wasn't that bad, Dean still thought it sucked. Until he realized he may have more than just a roommate and having a chance at -more- was awesome.

 Authors Note: So last month I was able to get Every. Prompt. Written. Some of it was Debriel, some Sabriel. Well this month let’s see if I can do that again! Here’s the first one ^_^

 @gabriel-monthly-challenge @revwinchester @archangelsanonymous @archangel-with-a-shotgun @archangelgabriellives @ttttrickster @warlockwriter

Roommates

  Having a roommate sucked. While it cut on the cost of living, and Dean needed to cut corners as much as he could until he managed to get a paying job instead of one that was for experience in his mechanic course, it still sucked. It wasn’t that Gabriel was a bad roommate, in fact he could name several other people who had offered their spare room to him who would have been awful. Still getting time alone was next to impossible, and what sucked worse was seeing their obvious difference in career paths. Gabriel was only a couple years older than him, but those couple years meant that man no only had a steady job, but because he wasn’t paying student loans out of his ass from having his parents fork out the dough for his education- he got to keep the majority of his income.

 It also meant that he had a bit more spending cash and used it. There was a stark difference between Gabriel’s laptop and his own, also the television the older man kept in his room was a lot better than their shared one in the living room. When he asked why Gabriel even needed a screen that big he got an eyebrow wiggle and a comment about how it enhanced a lot of things on screen. That night Dean was in the living room when he heard what had to be porn from his roommate’s bedroom and rolled his eyes before going to bed.

 Thankfully Gabriel was pretty good about keeping the noise level down in his room. Their walls were thin which lead Dean to once again wonder about their lack of time alone. The shorter man was at work, Dean having gotten the day off and for once he could use the time to his advantage. Loading up his favorite site on his old laptop however took time, and he couldn’t help but glance over to the new MacBook Gabriel had bought a couple weeks ago when his old one died. Biting his lip Dean shrugged before opening the newer computer and was surprised when he realized there was no password.

 Taking advantage, the mechanic flipped briefly through Gabriel’s history, noticing that although he had an amazing display there wasn’t any porn in his browser history. Opening the site he used most, Dean flicked through the displayed videos until he came upon one he had liked before. Clicking play Dean set the laptop down on the table before him and started to run a hand down his chest which had lost its shirt before deciding to indulge in his time alone. It didn’t take long for him to get worked up, a few pinches to his nipples and the image of a girl sinking to her knees and he could feel his cock start to harden for what was to come.

 Turning up the volume since he was alone, Dean listened as the woman started to gasp and moan while her mouth was fucked. Unbuttoning his pants, the mechanic let his fingers trail along the seem of his waistline before slipping inside just enough to brush against his pelvis. The woman and man on the screen was joined but another guy, this one kneeling behind the woman and undressing her fully while she continued to suck the first guy off. Finally opening his jeans, Dean pushed them and his boxers down to his knees letting his cock bounce free.

 Not wanting to rush things, the mechanic lightly trailed his fingers along his length, not fully gripping but causing small sparks of pleasure to go down his spine. The two men were back on screen this time, their mouths clashing together while the woman alternated between their two dicks, one in each hand. As the first guy reached out to yank on the other guy’s hair Dean fully gripped his length and gave it a harsh tug. Moaning in time with one of the men, Dean was surprised was suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder.

 Dropping his dick, Dean turned around, fist ready to punch whoever was behind him when he was caught by a pair of whiskey-golden eyes. Frozen in place, the mechanic didn’t know what to do, the sounds of the porno still playing in the background. The porno which was playing from Gabriel’s laptop. He was screwed. Groaning for a whole different reason now, Dean ran the hand which hadn’t just been around his dick through his short hair before shutting his eyes for a moment in mortification.

 “So, exactly how long have you been standing there?” Dean asked while reaching over to close the laptop. The last thing he wanted was to know the answer, Gabriel had always been cool about them sharing everything, but even Dean knew this was a line he shouldn’t have crossed. If he had wanted to use the faster laptop for anything else but to watch porn it probably wouldn’t have been and issue, sadly the now closed screen had displayed exactly what Dean had been watching. Reaching down to pull up his jeans and boxers, the mechanic was stopped when the hand returned to his shoulder.

 “Since before the second guy came on screen. I was going to leave about a minute ago until the guys started making out…”

 Jesus this was bad. It was one thing to watch porn about two guys doing a girl, it was another for the two guys to interact with each other. Dean had always been careful to give off a ‘straight’ vibe ever since he was younger and his father made no secret how he felt about gay men. Even after leaving his father behind, Dean still found it hard to let go of that need for secrecy.

 “I…” Dean tried to speak though Gabriel cut him off before he could. “You know the other guy kind of looked like me, right? I mean he’s a bit more fit than I am; but same hair and eyes, probably around the same height too judging by the other guy…”

 That was something Dean had hoped Gabriel wouldn’t notice. It had been in the back of his mind when he clicked on the video the first time. While the first guy didn’t resemble him enough, if Dean tried he could pretend the one with the shorter hair was himself as they were both fucking the girl and later; each other. It was the last three minutes when he always got off, when the woman is behind guy number two rimming him as he pounds into the first guy. He could almost picture it as him getting fucked by Gabriel, his roommate shoving into him frantically.

 “Is it the guy or the girl you get off to?” Gabriel asked, his hand still not leaving Dean’s shoulder. Shaking his head for a moment, Dean opened his mouth and nearly flinched at what words came out. “The girl of course, I mean… it’s hot that they both need to take her, you know?” It was a lie, and though he didn’t look up at Gabriel from the squeeze the other man made on his shoulder Dean knew the man didn’t buy it.

 “Dean…” began Gabriel, and the mechanic couldn’t feel more exposed, not even counting the fact that his dick was hanging bare between his legs. “You know I’m pan, right?”

 Once again frozen though this time unable to determine what he was feeling, Dean opened his yes and looked at Gabriel who was biting his bottom lip. “What?” asked the mechanic, trying to think of something else to say. This time Gabriel was the one who seemed embarrassed, a slight flush to his cheeks while he tried to explain.

 “I’m pansexual… it’s kind of like bisexual but broader. Basically, I don’t care what someone has in their pants to be attracted to them, male female, both or somewhere in-between I don’t care. If I like someone, I like them and that’s all there is to it.” When Dean didn’t say anything for a minute Gabriel removed his hand from the man’s shoulder, taking a step back. “If that ah… if it bothers you…”

 “No!” shouted Dean, sitting up so he was kneeling on the couch and turned toward the back where Gabriel was standing. “No, it doesn’t bother me… I was jacking it to the guy… later on they hook up.” Why he was explaining that he was masturbating to Gabriel’s porno-twin he didn’t know, but Dean felt like it was the right call when Gabriel smiled slightly and stepped forward so he was right in Dean’s personal space.

 “I don’t share so choose your answer carefully… if the girl wasn’t in the porno would you still have watched it?”

 Gabriel was so close now, Dean could feel his breath against his skin. With the way he was kneeling on the couch for once he didn’t have that much of a height advantage and the mechanic couldn’t help but lean in just slightly so their lips were barely separated. “If she wasn’t there I would have already come.”

 In a split-second Dean had Gabriel’s warm lips upon his own, the shorter man grabbing at the short hair on the back of his head and holding him in place while he plundered his mouth. Not wanting to let Gabriel run the show, Dean wrapped an arm around the other man’s neck and tugged while his own tongue fought back. When they broke the mechanic could feel his erection returning, their breaths mingling while they remained close together.

 “How about you transfer that video to my bedroom TV and we continue this there? I’ve always wanted to know what you looked like spread out on my sheets.”

 Not wasting any time, Dean grinned before shucking off his pants boxers and socks leaving himself naked. “Nah, I don’t feel much like watching it anymore, I’ve seen it before… I can show you what happens if you like?” Without waiting for a response, Dean laughed at the look of purse lust on Gabriel’s face while he walked into the other man’s bedroom. As Gabriel came into the room, stripping he clothes along the way Dean couldn’t help but remember his earlier thoughts. It may suck to have a roommate but a live-in boyfriend he could get used to.

[groovydudeharry-blog]

A/N: hi, quick note, i don’t really like the last half of this but i wanted to finally post something so here ya go. 

The one where Harry falls out of love Word count - 2k+

The moonlight pours into your bedroom. Soft white light reflecting on the expensive white duvet that Harry insisted he buy even after you reminded him that you already had two that were very similar. A sad smile finds its way to your face, fond of the memory but upset at the empty space beside you. You thought switching the duvet to this one may trigger the happy memory for Harry.

It was the first holiday you took as a couple. Although it was only to a secluded house by the beach, you remember being so nervous to spend the weekend with him and only him. Anxiety had crept up in your chest but as soon as you saw the smile on Harry's face when you arrived, you knew your nerves were for nothing. The both of you had spent the first day at the beach, dipping in and out of the water once it became too hot laying on the warm sand. The next day, Harry took you to the cutest cafe by the harbour. A single sunflower was placed in a glass vase on the table by the window. You remember getting distracted by his beauty as he read through the menu and looked out at the view of the docked boats. On the way back, whilst walking through the small cobblestone town you spotted a homewares store, and Harry knowing the inner interior designer you were, just smiled as you dragged him in. It's funny now that you think about it. How he had little interest in the store other than that one duvet set that you kept eyeing at the front of shop.

You don't realize you're crying until you hear the pat of tears fall onto the sheets. How did you go from that, to this?

Not more than 5 seconds later you hear the front door close and the familiar sound of Harry struggling to take off his boots. Panic sets in and you frantically wipe away the tears on your cheeks and roll back over to face the window, away from Harry's side of the bed. Quickly checking the clock on your bedside table, you're not surprised to see 2:02 AM lit up in white. You lost count of how many times he's come home late the past month or so. Hearing Harry's feet hit heavy up each step, you try to slow down your breathing and pretend to sleep.

Harry mumbles a quite "shit" under his breath when he slips into your bedroom and sees you asleep as far on the edge of your bed as you could comfortably go. He runs a hand through his hair and tugs on the strands in silent frustration. He climbs onto the bed, not bothering to get under the covers, in a white t-shirt and boxers.

Turning to face your back there's a part of him that hopes you'll turn around, tuck your head into the crook of his neck and tell him that you love him. A part of you longs to feel his arms snake around your waist and tug you back into his chest as he tells you he loves you. Neither of you move.

It's the next day, you're sat on a stool at the kitchen island with a cup of tea that you'd let go cold from how long you blankly stared at the counter under it, when you and Harry are finally confronted and overwhelmed with the need to speak.

You'd both manage to avoid each other as much as possible the past month. Somehow able to just miss the other as they were leaving the house. When you did manage to find yourselves in the presence of the other, it always ended in an argument. It was the same every time. First, one would say something sarcastic or back-handed causing the other to let out a frustrated groan and question the whereabouts of them for the past week. It almost always ended in silent tears on your end, unless you manage to duck away and close yourself in the bathroom before he could see you cry.

"We're out of milk." Harry grumbles while softly closing the fridge door.

You avoid his gaze like the plague, "I'll get some tomorrow when I'm out."

"Where are you going tomorrow?" Harry questions, and genuinely means it as a curiosity until you mumble something that he doesn't quite catch. "Pardon?"

Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you say clearly this time, "Why do you care all of a sudden?" You finally lift your head to look at him. He's stood across from you, on the other side of the island, with his arms straight and hands against the edge of the counter.  

Harry sighs and briefly closes his eyes, bracing for the argument he knows is about to happen but hopes won't. "Because you're my girlfriend."

You let out a dry laugh with no trace of humour and move around the island to the side Harry was on to pour your cold tea down the sink. "Doesn't feel like it." you add, looking up at his face but avoiding the green eyes you loved so much.

Moving to shuffle sideways past him, he gently places a hand on your upper arm stopping you from moving past him. He's so close now that you can feel his cool breath on your forehead. You refuse to look up into his eyes, afraid you'll lose your somewhat calm composure.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Harry's voice is toneless, almost as if he knows the answer to his own question.

You shake your arm out of his grip, stepping a few feet away and facing the wall that separates the kitchen with the living room. Of course, your eyes land on the framed photo sat neatly on the small table against the wall and you feel your heart skip a beat. It's a selfie of you and Harry during your first Christmas together around 6 months ago, goofy smiles plastered on your faces and coloured lights twinkling in the background.

Your jaw tightens and you swallow the massive lump in your throat. "I know you've been seeing someone else, Harry." Letting out a shaky sigh, you turn around to face him only to see him looking down at his sock covered feet.

He has no idea what to say, doesn't know how to defend himself because you’re not lying. It's not an accusation because it's the truth and he knows he fucked up.

When he finally looks up to meet your eyes, you instantly feel the tears well up and the breath get caught in your throat. "Baby, I-"

"Why?" You desperately ask, trying to ignore the pet name he'd given you early into your relationship. "Why stay with me if clearly I'm not enough for you?" A few silent tears fall down your cheek and stubbornly wipe them away in attempt to not look weak.

Harry's hand forms a fist on the counter trying to not explode from the fire burning through his veins as he sees you look completely broken in front of him. He hates himself for being the one to make you feel this way, for digging himself a hole so fucking deep that the though of getting himself out seems next to impossible.

"You are enough." His voice is raspy and cracks as he tries to convince you that you weren't the issue.

"Then why?" Your hands grip the hem of your shirt as you plead with him to tell you why, to explain why he's morphed into a man you didn't know at all.

When you're met with nothing but silence you unclench your fists, ready to walk away at that very moment. And you try, but your feet stay glued to the ground.

Harry moves through the opening that leads to the living room and sits on the smaller of the two couches, his head in his hands and his fingers tugging so hard at his chestnut roots in an attempt to stop the angry tears threatening to leave his eyes.

Cautiously, you follow him. Your footsteps so light that he doesn't realize that you’re there until he hears you sniffle.

"I've just been so fucking stressed at work with everyone expecting me to be able to do everything that I haven't had the chance to breathe and she was just there." His hands move away from gripping his hair, although his gaze stays focused on the coffee table in front of him.

You refrain yourself from scoffing at his excuse of an explanation, fury starting to rise from your chest but you don't allow yourself to scream and cry like you so desperately want to. Instead, you take a step towards him hoping he'll look up and see the heartbreak in your eyes.

"D'you want to know where I was?" Your voice is small, close to a whisper and it's enough to make Harry look up at you. "I was here. Waiting for you to get home because I knew you were stressed and I didn't want to overwhelm you so I waited. Here." The last word comes out as a breath as you let more tears fall slowly, "But I guess she was there."

It takes everything in you to walk past the man sitting silently in front of you. Harry's heart sinks when he sees you're about to leave. Standing up, he finally lets the tears he's been holding back slide down his cheeks.

"I'm sorry." His voice sounds broken and makes you stop just as you're about to leave the living room.

"I don't think that's enough, Harry." You let out a sob, turning to face him as you shake your head in defeat.

It's like you couldn't determine the emotions going through your body. You felt incredibly betrayed, that the man you were completely head over heels in love with could hurt you in such a way. Furious at the woman who took your boyfriend away from you. Empty, the emotional toll of the last month leaving an empty feeling in your chest where there was once nothing but warmth and love.

In that moment, Harry feels nothing but anger. Anger at himself for doing this to the girl who did absolutely nothing but love on him, care for him. The girl who's heart he broke. Simply because he's a shitty excuse of a boyfriend and allowed himself to break every promise he made. But he doesn't want her to leave. He's selfish and just wants everything to go back to the way it should be.

"Baby, please," He's begging her to stay, thinks somehow they can work it out and be happy with each other again like they used to be.

She sees the pain in his glassy eyes that mirror her own and without realizing it, walks towards where he stands with his shoulders slumped and cheeks red. "It's ok, Harry." She's not sure if she's trying to convince herself or him.

He's surprised when she stops to stand right in front of him, reaching up on her tip toes to cradle his face in her hands with a touch so gentle Harry thinks she may not be touching him at all. When her lips press softly against his, he reaches out instinctively to grasp at her waist, pulling them closer so that their chests touch.

After she slowly pulls away and rests back flat on her feet, Harry realizes it wasn't an 'I forgive you' kiss. It was a goodbye kiss.

She grips his hands where they still grasp at her sides, faintly tugging them off to hold in her hands between them.

"People fall out of love." She states, staring at where they connect.

Looking up at him, his lips are parted, still shocked at the interaction currently happening. She lets out one last breath, her heart still hammering in her chest.

"I guess I just didn't think it would happen so quickly."

Stepping back, she lets their hands fall before turning her back and leaving Harry standing there. Staring at his hands.

[soobadnoonecanstopher]

All His - Part 7 (A Kyungsoo Series)

Genre: Fluff / Romance

Characters: You X Kyungsoo

Description: You are hired as an interpreter for a tour in Europe where you join forces with EXO and soon grow closer to one member, in particular, Do Kyungsoo.

A/N: THIS IS NOT THE END YET. sorry. also sorry it took so long to update this. the next chapter will most likely be the final. :D

All His [M]: Canon AU - Fluff / Smut part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8 , part 9 , part 10 , part 11 FINAL

A comfortable silence settled inside the vehicle and Kyungsoo was fishing through his bag, pulling on his boxers and finding a plain white t-shirt, identical to the one ruined by the mud. Of course, he had another white shirt.

Had you dreamed the last hour that had transpired between you and him? Perhaps the stress from the trip coupled with your intense love for the man, who fished through his bag pulling on something from the bottom with a grunt, had lead to an intense daydream. Had that really just happened? It must have..you could still feel him, smell him, practically taste him all over your skin and you felt a soreness in your body that told you the sex had been very real.

Here he was and here you were watching as his plump lips pursed with the effort and you watched those pretty lips pull into a wide smile that killed you inside when he pulled the garment loose. It sprung free from the dark confines of his bag.

A garment that looked strangely familiar. You furrowed your brows and narrowed your eyes at the pants he had just pulled from the bottom of his bag.

“Ahah! I found them,” he smiled triumphantly in your direction and you recognized big pockets and the familiar looking fabric.

To your complete fucking disbelief, and to his great amusement, you watched in horror as he pulled on the same pair of khakis as the pants he wore earlier. The ones ruined by the mud. The ones you hated deep down inside your soul and the ones for whose demise you had planned a toast to later. You already had the speech planned.  "Gone not soon enough…to the ugly pants graveyard…”

You couldn’t believe it. There he sat, on his butt in the back of this truck, wearing the exact same outfit he wore when he went to the back of the truck to push it out of the mud. Only this time, a strange look on his face. What was that? Satisfaction? He seemed…lighter now. Happier.

Beautiful. And real.

You wanted to kiss him. It was a feeling you had experienced many times in your life as you looked at his face, yet this time was infinitely different. This time you weren’t zooming in on a fan taken photo. He was sitting in front of you with his heart beating inside his chest and the warmth of his skin yours for the touching.

Before you could miss the chance, with his face close enough for you to reach out and touch, you reached for him with both hands, pulling his face down into yours, lips connecting with his own, he was surprised by the kiss at first, before you heard an appreciative moan from his throat and his hands were on your face, holding you close, lips moving against yours slowly and sweetly.

“I can’t believe you have more of those pants.” You said against his lips when you pulled away from the kiss. Your eyes opened first and you watched him close up.  His eyes were still closed tight as he breathed through moistened lips. He pulled his lips into his mouth, licking them with his tongue before he sighed and opened his eyes to look at you.

“You know I have several. Don’t lie. I know a lot about you too, remember?”

You captured your breath within your lips and quickly closed up your mouth, pouting away at the truth of his words.

Because dammit he was right. You knew about the several pairs of khakis in different shades of ugly…but you hadn’t realized there were more of the exact same color. Perhaps you could spill something on these that wouldn’t come out.

“Come on. You have to get dressed before–” his eyes were on your neck and your shoulders and you felt his fingertips running down your bare skin. You held the blanket over your breasts but you felt his fingertip lightly pulling down at the fleece, uncovering the top mound where the suction of his mouth had made a small mark on your skin. A bruise caused by his teeth, “–before the tow truck driver comes.” His voice sounded farther away from the topic he had been discussing and he bit down on his bottom lip as his eyes slowly pulled up from the mark he had been examining with a dark look.

“Are you sure we need to go?” You whined, somewhat affected again by the very recent memory of his mouth and his teeth on your skin, and the little reminders all over your skin would surely make your next shower quite an exercise in self-restraint.

Kyungsoo was silent for a moment as he looked into your eyes and he blinked slowly, his eyes roaming over your face.

“I…only had the one.” His confession came out quietly and you ticked an eyebrow up.

So his mind was still on you. This man who had driven you crazy all fucking day was now struggling with keeping his hands off of you, just as you had been struggling with the idea of putting your clothes on and getting back into the company of others. Into the company of people who would surely know..right? Wasn’t it written all over both of your faces? The looks, the touches, the swollen lips and the marks between your legs, high up on your thighs, all over your breasts. The traces of him were all over you. Had you left similar traces on him? Perhaps your marks had been made deeper. With the way he was looking at you with those dark eyes, surely you had left an impression.

You looked up to see that his hair was a mess. Tugged this way and that by your hands as he tasted you, as he had driven you crazy, made you cum earlier, the sinful sight reminded you and you lifted your hand to run it through his dark short hair. You felt a bit of some product in his hair that made it bend and move where you tugged.

“Won’t you be a good girl and put your clothes back on, hmm?” You could hear the low quiet frustration in his voice and his hands lifted the panties and the bra he had handed you earlier from your bag that you pointedly ignored. Did he have to ask you that way? You could practically feel the challenge behind the words, begging you to be bad and keep them off and… and… he only had the one condom.

You pouted at the clothes as you grabbed them and tossed the blanket away from you, exposing yourself again. He was watching you quietly as you moved to pull on your panties and put your arms through the straps of your bra, adjusting your breasts so you sat in it comfortably before you fastened the back hooks.

You had to admit. This felt sexy, his eyes on you like this as you got dressed and you heat on your skin burned, yet you didn’t mind the attention one bit.

He leaned into you as you began to reach for the t-shirt and shorts and you felt the warmth of his body overtake you suddenly. His lips were back, plump and soft and addicting. he kissed your lips and your hands went to his neck, falling back into it again…into him and his wonderful mouth that you swore you could spend hours kissing. This kiss was deeper, needier and more intense. He had also liked watching you pull your clothes back on over the lovemarks he had made on your skin.

You gasped for air when he pulled away and you felt a strong hand gripping behind your neck and a deep whisper breathed out against your neck, whispering past your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

“I promise I will take them off of you tonight when I get you into my bed.”

You had to close your eyes for that one. You felt dizzy with the powerful words that he whispered into your ear so easily. When you recovered enough to risk looking into his face, His eyes were even darker and his lids half closed. You could see it on his face, just how affected he was. Just how much of a mark you had left on Do Kyungsoo.

The sound of an engine outside of the truck broke the enchantment and his eyes widened as he looked out the window.

“Clothes now,” he growled with urgency under his voice and you were already pulling your shirt over your head as soon as you heard that low rumble that sounded nothing like the comfortable quiet that lived within this truck with just the two of you as it’s tenants.

You smoothed your hair as you buttoned your shorts and quickly found your socks and shoes from inside the bag in the passenger seat. You hoped your mad scramble to dress wasn’t too obvious to the old man that emerged from the tow truck and was now outside trying to talk to Kyungsoo.

Only it wasn’t happening. Kyungsoo knew no Spanish and the old man rambled off questions louder and slower the longer the dazed Korean man stared at him with a blank look on his face.

You suddenly heard a few words in Kyungsoo’s low voice that surprised you.

”I’m sorry, please wait.” Kyungsoo said in decent enough Spanish and you opened the door to the back of the truck and climbed out carefully, trying not to step right in all of the mud the truck’s tires had dug up and tried even harder not to look like your skin still burned where Kyungsoo’s fingertips had possessed you so completely before the old man had arrived.

You smiled as innocently as you possibly could and felt the steady rain landing on your head, soaking your hair as you spoke easily to the old man. An instant calm washed over both men as you communicated the problem that the tow truck driver had already gathered by taking one look at the stuck SUV.

He gave quick instructions for you both to get back inside and you put the truck into neutral as the man easily did his job, freeing you both from your quiet sanctuary that had been stuck in the mud. After paying the man, you both drove on in silence, seeking out a car wash to get rid of the thick mud that had nearly completely covered the back window of the truck so you could see the traffic behind you.

The mud was gone from the outside of the truck and the evidence inside was cleared out when Kyungsoo disappeared into the car wash bathroom, emerging empty-handed and stepping light on his feet.

The rest of the drive to Montserrat had an airy harmony to it. The only voice that spoke out loud came from the navigation. Within your mind was a drifting sea; as unnamed emotions colored by the recent memories of him floated along its tranquil waters with an innocuous pop music soundtrack that he would occasionally sing along with; under his breath, for himself only as he looked out the window.

As you drew closer to your destination, he found the back of your hand with his fingertips. You followed the signs and you turned along cobblestone pathways where arrows pointed, promising parking and access to the cable cars way up in the sky or the railway that carried passengers along the ground.

Outside of the truck, you looked up into the sky at the bright yellow cable cars suspended on microscopically thin threads of string that looked like they would surely snap if you even thought about jumping inside the thing. What if there was a strong gust of wind up on the mountain and the entire car came tumbling down?

You could feel your stomach churning and clenching just looking up at the terrifying thing.

“We can take the train if you want.” Kyungsoo’s low voice rang around in your ear, startling you out of your temporary stay of terror and you felt the warmth of his chest collide with your back when you moved.

The closeness with which he stood behind you felt comfortable. It felt intimate and inviting and you closed your eyes and absorbed it for a second before you had to move away from him.

Just one second longer. You could have this right? It was only one second. Maybe two.

When you didn’t move away from him, when you didn’t instantly look around for onlookers and distance yourself, he didn’t move either. The truck was at your back, the crowds of tourists that made their way through the parking lot were too far, too preoccupied, too many light years away from the whisper into your ear and the slow inch of his hand that wrapped around your waist.

He leaned into you, or you leaned back against him and you looked up again, into the air, letting your head just fall against his shoulder as you looked up into the sky at your certain demise.

What if you got so scared you peed your pants up there? Could your brand new, very fresh and scary relationship with the man of your dreams really survive something so horrific?

“Or we can ride the cable car and I can hold you if you’re scared. I promise I won’t let you go until we both get off.”

His hand around your waist had traveled as his fingers dug into the space just below your breasts and his thumb was discrete where it caressed the curve of your breast.

His words were suggestive enough to team up with the high altitude and make your mind go hazy. Hazy enough to move your hand over his, encouraging the exploration of the softness of your breasts over your shirt. Hazy enough to pivot within his arms just enough to turn your face toward him and be met with the softness of his lips against yours when you kissed him. The kiss felt beyond your control. The air you were inhaling up here had to be spiked with something making you do these brazen things.

The brush of his warm tongue against yours fought against the nagging voice in your head telling you to stop; telling you to pull away from him and turn back around and possibly take three or four giant steps away from him. The voice shouted against the way his fingers dug into you and pulled you in closer. This was dangerous on so many levels. Perhaps that only served to fuel the excitement you felt pulsing within your veins.

The nagging in your brain was a quiet whisper in a rowdy frat party and it was no match for the quiet gasp you heard coming from somewhere behind you.

You pulled away from Kyungsoo’s lips, glancing up to catch the wetness that remained on his mouth in your wake. The pink in his cheeks spread with the widening of his big eyes as he looked behind you toward the source of the gasp.

You almost couldn’t do it. Your feet didn’t want to turn and face the person who had caught you both red-handed, touching each other, kissing each other, obviously deeply involved with each other in a physical way. Would they know instantly just how far you both had already taken this? Would it be written all over your face?

“You— what—“ the voice was speaking now. Already familiar to your ears you forced your legs and looked up into the face of the young man with the wide surprised eyes on his pointed face. Mouth open. Breathing all but stopped.

“Baekhyun—uhh…” Kyungsoo didn’t seem to really have anything to say although the look on Byun Baekhyun’s face was hard to take in silence. “Shit.” He finally settled on and you had to agree.

The look of surprise on Baekhyun’s face shifted as the wheels turned and realizations hit him hard. His mouth pulled into a wide smile. Knowing what you knew about Byun Baekhyun sent alarms blaring.

“Wait a minute, you?” The warmth and firmness of Kyungsoo’s skin which had so completely blanketed your back moments prior left you entirely. You felt the cool air of a mountain breeze at your back and your legs prickled where your shorts failed to cover. Why had you worn such short shorts on a trip like this? Why had you allowed yourself to get so used to the warmth of the man who held you in his arms?

“You were the one who opened the box of condoms?” Loud. “Shit! I’ve been carrying that box around since last fucking spring and no one has ever touched it. I was worried they would expire before one of you losers got some action.” Everything about this man felt too loud and you could feel a very definite sinking feeling in your chest with the high pitched laugh that left his face. Even though he didn’t even seem to be looking at you as he did it.

Not at first. Not until the bright smile that pulled against his face act set in hard and heavy as he looked at Kyungsoo like a kid on Christmas morning. He had certainly been hoping for a gift such as this all year long. He looked positively crazed with excitement and when he looked into your face for a moment you felt like someone had hit you with a water hose.

Would this be it? Would he tell your bosses and everyone you work with what you had done, what you had let happen…with a client; with a person who you were supposed to have a professional relationship with?

“Wow— I can’t believe this. You and your translator—AHH!” Whatever Baekhyun was about to say was cut off by his scream when Kyungsoo’s hand reached up to him and grabbed tightly at the back of his neck. The giggling stopped, the laughter turned to quiet cries of pain and Baekhyun hunched over as the muscles in Kyungsoo’s forearm tensed and flexed in a way that told you just how hard he must be holding the man.

They were moving away, further away from where you stood and just out of your earshot and you watched as Kyungsoo leaned down, over Baekhyun’s back to whisper something against his face. Baekhyun nodded his head with screwed together eyes and his lips pulled tight into a grimace. He nodded harder, and even more earnestly and you could hear him shout “Okay—okay!” In a high pitched strained voice.

When Kyungsoo finally released him, the sigh of relief from Baekhyun was loud and he rubbed the back of his neck with a pout on his face. The two men glared at each other. One rubbing at his neck still having taken two steps away, and the other simply standing at attention with his arms over his chest and a heavy movement in his chest as he breathed in and out in full annoyance.

“Fine!” Baekhyun shouted in full on petulant child mode and Kyungsoo took a step back and away from the man who was retreating now. “Don’t look at me like that, I said fine!” The worry lines on Baekhyun’s face danced along his brow and he licked his lips and swallowed once with the quickest glance in your direction.

“Are you both riding the train?” He said after what felt like a few tense moments of staring into Kyungsoo’s eyes deep in thought.

Beside you, Kyungsoo had somewhat returned himself and to your side and you felt the tips of his warm fingers along the small of your back; ghosting along over the too thin fabric of your shirt. Each pass felt like a message that you couldn’t quite decode the meaning of and when you risked a look in his direction he was watching your profile in silence. His wide eyes met yours briefly before looking up into the air over your head and then back down again into your eyes. There was a tiny nod of his head and you turned to look behind you up into the air at the swaying yellow cable car that was threaded through a string, no thicker than something you’d see vibrating on a guitar.

There was a sinking feeling, not unlike the feeling of being caught making out with a member of popular kpop idol group EXO in a crowded parking lot by his own teammate, only this sinking feeling that surged inside of your chest went further and went deeper, pulling your internal organs inward with such a force that upon their release you thought you might just vomit from the recoil.

Kyungsoo wanted you to go up in the cable car. Kyungsoo wanted to get away from Baekhyun and going on the train meant riding beside the noisy group mate who now knew your dark dirty secret.

Kyungsoo’s eyes were pleading as they watched your face and you realized you were now taking too long to answer Baekhyun’s question as the silence that loomed over your heads lingered and pulsed; its fingers poking you in the ribs.

“No, we are going to ride u-up t-there?” Your voice came out funny sounding. Once it reached your own ears it sounded as if it had been fed through a funnel and you lifted a trembling finger straight up, pointing somewhere into the sky where you knew that death trap on a shoelace waited to fall with a snap, sending its passengers careening down and crashing amongst the rocks below in a fiery explosion of pain and death.

Baekhyun’s eyes followed your pointed finger and beyond to the space above your head almost too slowly.

“You sure you don’t wanna ride on the train? You can sit next to me and we can have a nice long chat,” he said with a sweet smile and a wiggle of his eyebrows. Your mouth felt too dry and you fought the urge to clear your throat noisily, settling for a small cough instead.

“We’re taking t-that,” your insistence was minuscule and hardly believable to even yourself. And you were the one who said it. The tickling fingertips that massaged against the small of your back, urging you to just go along for the ride opened up to lay a hot palm flat against you now. Kyungsoo rubbed small calming circles over your back and you kind of wished he would just stop the constant comfort. You kinda just wanted to…run.

.

Baekhyun was buying his ticket for the train and not even giving you a second glance as he stepped aboard.

This would probably be the last time you saw him.

The breaths coming into your lungs were speeding up and you were pretty sure that wobbling in your knees had nothing to do with the man who held your hand and guided you up the steps to the highest little room that sat up on the side of a hill and everything to do with the fact that the next five minutes would probably be your last.

You hadn’t even said goodbye to your best friends yet. You were going to die too young. And for what? Because Do Kyungsoo fucked you in the back of a truck and now he didn’t want Baekhyun to tease him about it?

There was a gap between the cable car floor and the platform you stood on and Kyungsoo had a vice-like grip on your arms which you had extended out toward him as he slowly pulled.

He pulled gently at first. Gentle words came from his lips but God help you, there was a gap between the car and the platform and the trees below were so tiny.

A fall from this height—

“Hey!” Why was he shouting at you?

No one would survive—

“Hey look at me!” His voice was too loud and it pulled your attention up from the gap. How long had you been standing here? You could tell by the muscles in your face that you weren’t exactly at your best right now. You must look ridiculously terrified.

Your feet refused to budge. But now with his big brown eyes holding yours within his own something in your breathing slowed just a bit.

“Good good, look at me.” He cooed at you as if you were a child and you took exception to his pandering tone. You didn’t have a chance to defend yourself before he was talking again. He took a step closer to you and you realized he had been standing inside the car trying to actually pull you in with no success. Your legs fought him off out of sheer stubbornness.

The ground below had its own tone that was ringing in your face. Below your eardrums, it bellowed and beckoned at you and you felt yourself drifting toward it.

“—NO.” His firm voice broke through the bellowing din from down below, “—no, baby, look at me. Just look into my face.”

“Good girl,” he said when you lifted your gaze to his and gave him a tiny nod. It was a tiny promise to behave. A promise just for him and his arms pulled you, instantly wrapping around your chest tightly when your legs finally moved and as soon as you entered into the small car you felt the ground sway with movement.

It wouldn’t hold. It would fall. How many seconds did you have until you hit the ground? 10? 20? How long would you scream before everything just went black?

Every bone in your body trembled and shook within his strong arms and he tightened. Reaching around with one arm and pulling your torso into his chest, his other hand rose and gripped just below your chin. “Look at me. Do you see me?”

You sure did. He was so close to you and the car rocked and dipped as other passengers boarded around you. You could make out their shadowy shapes in your peripherals and his face tilted and dipped to catch your full attention again each time you drifted.

“I…see you,” You eked out and were instantly rewarded with the up close, debilitating smile on Kyungsoo’s lips. From so close, you could see the tiny mole that sat on his upper lip and the dark of his eyelashes that danced in a row along his eyelids.

“Hi,” he said softly against your face and with his breathing through his parted lips you felt the warmth from his chest echoed back against your chest again and again and again.

“I—I think I’m okay.” Was it the truth? Were you really this up high in the air and still alive?

“Well that’s too bad, I’m not letting you go.”

“Well maybe you don’t have to hold so tight,” you said with a bit of a squirm, very much aware of the warmth that flooded through you with his words spoken in a hushed whisper against your face.

His grip on your waist adjusted, loosened for a second before he tightened again, pulling you impossibly, even closer to his chest. Your feet took a small step into him, trying to make up for the shift in balance.

He shook his head. It felt uncharacteristically possessive coming from him. Yet you felt it resonated within your chest.

“I’ll never let you go.” There was a flash of something serious in those brown eyes and you swallowed and bit down on the inside of your cheek.

“Kyungsoo, Honey, you’ll have to let me go eventually.”

When you said it, the seriousness you had seen in those eyes of his ripened and unfolded. His face hardened with the change despite the fact that nothing about his lips, cheeks, or nose changed at all. The shift was entirely within those eyes.

And it was devastating to watch.

“But I don’t want to.” When he finally broke the eye contact, his gaze turned clouded by it.

He looked down and he shifted his jaw once. Biting down hard before licking his lips and furrowing his brows.

All at once you had done it.

All at once the harsh reality of this began to flood over your head as if you had simply pulled a lever and emptied the entire trough of cold water over both of you where you stood and that cloudiness you saw within his beautiful eyes did not leave when he cleared his throat. It didn’t leave with the tiny forced smile he somehow managed to pull onto his face and when he finally gave up on the smile in favor or an exhale you definitely recognized the rapid blinks on his face.

“Let’s not…do that yet. That’s going to be hard enough when the time comes, we don’t have to do that yet.”

He was right. There would be plenty of time to think about him leaving, of him letting you go, once it actually happened. You had days still. Days of his arms. Days of his lips. Days of his smell and days of looking at this face up close like this. You pulled your shoulders up from where they had sagged into the darkness moments before and you shoved it deep down inside where it could fester and ache each time you played with the idea of losing his warmth. Later. You’d feel the pain set in later for sure.

The tight grip around your waist went slack a little bit, but you refused to look around you inside the car. The swaying as it moved was distracting enough, you didn’t need to break the hawk-like scrutiny you watched his face with and start feeling the panic again.

“Do—“ You could feel the drift of your thoughts now, as you considered the fact that you weren’t actually alone with him inside this cable car, “—Do you think this is okay to be doing? What if someone in here knows you.”

“Nobody is looking at us.” His eyes danced around the small space within the car for a moment and on the tip of his tongue was a lighter note that danced there. He was pushing it down too. This was a forced bit of brevity as he lifted an eyebrow and let it hop above the curve of his eyelid. “Everyone here is old. We’re safe, but we probably shouldn’t start making out right now.”

He sniffled a bit and the corners of his lips pulled into a smirk that you watched happen up close. The swaying of the car was no match for the hypnotizing effects of those lips. Why wasn’t he saying anything? Why did he have to just stand here and lick his lips and drive you crazy with them? You knew for a fact how soft they felt and how easily they molded against yours. You wondered if it was possible to memorize a taste. The taste of his lips, the smooth warmth of his tongue and the sounds that came from the back of his throat when you kissed him back—

“Stop that—“ His lips parted and he was speaking.

“Stop what?”

“Stop looking at my lips or I’m going to kiss you again.” His words rebuked, yet his hands tightened around you and you could feel the desire within his arms pulling you into him. “You have no idea how hard this is.”

“Oh, I think I have an idea how hard it is, Kyungsoo.” Your comment was pointed as was the small push into his hips and he closed his eyes and exhaled when he saw the naughty smile on your lips.

“Shhh—tt.” His response was a quiet curse under his breath that didn’t quite materialize into a real word. But you felt the sentiment just the same and his face changed as he backed up a bit from you. You couldn’t help the laugh although any trace of humor from his face was long gone.

“You can’t do that,” he said, “—fuck…T-Talk—” He swallowed hard and lifted his chin, looking around him out the windows at the scenery that crawled by. “Talk about something else.”

As much satisfaction you felt by affecting him so completely, you were an adult and had just enough self-control to comply with his request.

“Umm—“ talk about something, something…something, anything but his lips and tongue and that dick that you could still remember him pushing inside of you in the back of that fucking truck, “Do you think Baekhyun will say anything to anyone?”

It felt like a weak attempt honestly. It was still technically on the same topic…the sex. The sex between you both that happened and was going to happen again and again and God did he smell good. You could smell him everywhere.

“No,” he said with a sigh, “He has an even bigger secret that only I know about.”

You were instantly curious, but did you dare ask? Would he even tell you if you asked? Technically it wasn’t just Kyungsoo’s secret that Baekhyun knew. Wouldn’t it be fair for you both to know the secret?

“He has a bigger secret than this?” You said with all your curiosity brimming up to the surface and his lips pulled into a smile as he looked down into your face. You could feel the motion of the cable car pulling to a stop with a squeak and you were being moved by his arms. You felt cool fingertips land lightly over your eyes to block out the view around you and you stiffened under his touch as he spun you around and bent his head to whisper in your ear.

“Don’t look around, just listen to my voice and move where I tell you to.” Without the sense of sight, everything felt a thousand times more dangerous and your feet moved in staggered sluggish steps with each word from his mouth.

“Big step here, just lift your leg and take a step forward.” You gasped into it. The fear taking hold of your breath and making your lungs surge. “I got you, baby. I got you. Just step forward. We are the last ones in the car, you can take your time.”

“One step?” Your voice trembled and your fingers gripped tightly around his arms that held you just as securely. “T-Tell me Baekhyun’s secret to distract me.” You could hear the low laughter in your head and the sound of it seemed to work miracles within your body.

“Take a big step for me and I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”

The curiosity was as big a motivator as you could possibly imagine and you forced your legs forward. Below your foot you felt something solid and stable and behind you he pushed forward, hands low on your back, and honestly when you felt the light smack on your ass you actually laughed right out loud, right up here in the sky where you somehow didn’t die at all but stood on the solid cobblestone walkway of the church grounds.

His arm was around your shoulders as you both began to walk and you looked into his face expectantly.

He looked back at you with raised eyebrows, closed lips and the most casual of looks on his face and when he didn’t immediately tell you the secret you bumped against his armpit lightly, urging him to spill it already.

“What?” He feigned ignorance and you laughed again. Frustrated yet enamored with this playful side of him.

“What do you mean ‘what?’” Your impression of him was pretty spot on and he bellowed out a loud staccato belly laugh.

“Tell me!”

“Tell you what?” His voice held steady and the smile vanished before your eyes as he blanked his face completely and you felt the expression on his face pull your own lips into a flat line.

You could feel it slipping from your grasp; your chance to find out the juicy details that you probably had no real right to know anyway.

“But—But you promised to tell me.” Your lips pulled down and the pout was pronounced. You knew it was a powerful weapon you chose to wield against him and his eyes glanced down at your face briefly before he looked away, off into the distance where a small group of people who looked somewhat familiar in style stood in a cluster.

He laughed once and your pout grew more pronounced.

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said as if he himself genuinely believed his own lie. “The air is really thin up here, are you sure you’re feeling okay? You’re making up some crazy stories. Maybe it’s altitude sickness.”

Your legs stopped moving and you stood your ground as he kept waking two, three steps ahead, still looking ahead of him at his group mates who waited for the last of the members to arrive before entering the Abbey in front of them.

“You-“ he felt quite impossible to you now. You knew it. You’d been had by a pro. The unfairness made you want to stomp your feet and throw a fit. You knew he wouldn’t spill. You knew it like you knew your own name and blood type. Kyungsoo’s lips were sealed as tight as a steel trap and it took him a good five steps before he made a big circle with his steps and came stomping back around behind where you stood your ground well into the fit you were fighting off.

“They’re all there.” He was speaking to you quietly as he marched past where you were a statue of disappointment. “Look at me, how do I look?” He stilled the marching movement and shook his arms out to release some of the nerves you saw on his face.

“Like a cheat,” You grumbled.

“No, I mean do I have anything here,” his fingers hovered over his face, moving down to his neck, “or here.”

When his hands passed over his face he inhaled slowly and you saw evidence of some impact drift over his face as his eyes closed slowly. “I smell like you,” he said to himself and you couldn’t keep looking at him like this. Not if you intended to keep your sanity intact.

“D-Do I look…uncharacteristically happy or like-“ his eyes were wide as he looked toward the group again. “—or like I fell in love, shit they’re all going to know. Look, my hands are shaking.” He squeezed his hands into tight fists and inhaled a deep breath.

“Fell in love, Kyungsoo?”

His sigh was exasperated and he bent at the waist, hands on his hips and a grimace on his face.

“Do you have a better word for what is happening to me? I’ve lost my fucking mind.” He let out a groan and you bit down on your lip to keep from giggling at the man.

“This is your fault. Don’t…just don’t, be cute or be funny. Don’t look at me or stand too close to me and don’t whisper to me while we’re here.” His hand was raised out toward you as he spoke, waving those long fingertips past you with his careful instructions.

“But don’t look at anyone else and don’t stand too close to anyone else either or whisper things to them— shit this won’t work. That sounds awful. You’re mine. Just…just be mine again, I’m sorry I told you not to be cute. I changed my mind. You can be cute.”

Would he just keep going if you stood there and watched him have his own little mental breakdown? His hands ran over his face.

“Kyungsoo,” you said softly. He looked up into your face with his lips still parted and ready to continue the diatribe.

“No one will know anything. I’m a translator remember? So being close and whispering is allowed. That’s what translators do.”

“My translator only,” his brows were down low over his eyes and your smile grew wider. He watched your face until you nodded in agreement and he was thoroughly satisfied with his definition of your job today.

“Okay, let’s do this.”

All His [M]: Canon AU - Fluff / Smut part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8 , part 9 , part 10 , part 11 FINAL