#i had pent up drawing energy but i was so comfy in bed i had to make do

[co5oo]

if u dont like me at my girl that is a boy you dont deserve me at my 800 bodies and up

[beneathstarryskies]

NSFW Alphabet: Nara Shikamaru

This was not requested, I was just really bored.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Shikamaru is casual when it comes to aftercare. He’s not one for big romantic gestures, but he is very considerate. If he makes a mess of you, he’ll help you get cleaned up. He’ll cuddle with you and check if you need anything.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

    His brains, of course! His intellect is easily the thing he’s the most confident about. Even sexually he knows that he’s able to plan exactly how to pleasure you.

    On his partner, he’s actually sort of embarrassed to admit it. He’ll cheekily claim that it’s your tits, but the truth is that his favorite part is your neck. He never feels safer than when he’s curled up against you with his face nuzzled against your neck while pressing soft kisses against your pulse.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

    He really prefers to cum inside you (or a condom of course.) It avoids making a mess that he’s too lazy to clean up. Not to mention it’s the maximum amount of pleasure with the least amount of effort.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

    He has been thinking of ways to apply his shadow possession jutsu to the bedroom. He’d like to figure out how to use it to hold you down while he’s fucking you, that way his hands would still be free to roam over your body. He hasn’t quite figured it out yet, but once he gets an idea he’s definitely gonna want to try it out. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Shikamaru isn’t very experienced. Relationships are one of the few things he has struggled to understand. That being said, he has been able to use what little experience he does have to be able to figure sex out. He really enjoys thinking of new things to try out as well.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl is definitely his favorite. He loves to lay back and watch the show. However, he’s not very lazy with it. He’ll grab your hips to thrust into you, and he makes good use of his hands.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He tends to be serious and calculating in the moment. He likes to focus on getting you off as many times as possible. Joking around could just ruin the moment for him. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Here’s the thing, if he’s not sexually active (or if he’s on a mission) he doesn’t put any effort into it at all. He just lets it all grow wild. However, when he knows he’ll be hooking up with you, he keeps it groomed. He’ll keep a little patch of dark hair, but he trims it nicely.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Shikamaru gets flustered easily when it comes to emotions and romance. He’s shy about being romantic in the moment. It’ll take him some time, but he does open up more to it as his feelings for you grow. He’ll become more open with giving you compliments and praise during sex.

J = Jack-Off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t really jack off that often. It takes a lot of effort, and it doesn’t feel as good as being buried deep inside you. If you’re separated for a while, he’d rather just wait to be with you again.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise him! He will absolutely melt and get so flustered. He also really likes to be called “sir”. Once you’re in a serious relationship, he will develop a breeding kink as well. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His own bed. It’s comfy, convenient, and doesn’t require ridiculous amounts of effort to make it happen. He thinks sex should be something he enjoys to take the edge off, it shouldn’t just be more work. Spanking is something he really enjoys doing as well. Especially when he’s fucking you from behind. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

It’s not really all that difficult to motivate Shikamaru when it comes to sex. It’s one of the few things in life he will easily take on without complaining. Just being there and desiring him is pretty much enough. However, going in with a little extra treat for him never hurts. He’d really be turned on if you performed a striptease for him. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Shikamaru wouldn’t want to do anything that could potentially bring harm to you. He also wouldn’t want to take part in group sex or anything like that. It was difficult enough for him to become comfortable with one partner. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He gives the best oral, and he actually really enjoys it so much. He likes trying things to see how you react to them, then coming up with the perfect combination to get you off. It literally just gets better all the time. (Be sure you tug on his hair while his head is buried between your thighs.) 

It goes without saying that he loved receiving just as much. He loves seeing your pretty mouth around his cock, especially when you get super into it and you’re practically drooling all over him. He loves a good show. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

This really depends on the situation. If it’s been a while, he wants to take his time with you to draw out the pleasure as much as he can. Times when a mission has been particularly hard on him, he will want to be a little rougher to blow off some steam.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’s not overly fond of quickies. They’re usually just clumsy and not as satisfying as being able to fuck you properly.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Experimenting is probably one of his favorite things about sex. It can be different every time with him. Usually there’s not a lot of risks involved, because Shikamaru has already thought through it all.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go for many rounds and he tends to last a while. He prefers one long round over multiple shorter rounds. Sometimes he can drag a round out for a whole day.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t own any of his own, but he would be down for trying anything you bring to the table. Just make sure you give him time to figure it out. Be prepared for a long preparation when introducing something new to him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn’t tease much, at least he doesn’t consider it teasing. He likes to take his time, which you could argue is a form of teasing. To Shika though, it’s the only way to properly fuck.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s not very loud. He’s more of a low grunt and dirty whispers kind of guy. He’ll whisper filthy things in your ear about how good you take his cock and what a good girl you are for him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Shikamaru stole one of Kakashi’s copies of Icha Icha when he was still a genin because he had no idea about sex or relationships and really just wanted to know. However, he will deny to this day that he’s ever read a single Icha Icha book (even after you find the stolen copy hidden away somewhere. He will still deny it.)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s about 8 inches long, and has a good bit of girth. There’s a couple of veins that protrude when he’s hard, and if you press your tongue against them it will drive him wild.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is pretty high, but he has a lot of self control. He’d fuck you every day if he could, but when he can’t he just stores away all that pent up energy until he can fuck you again.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He falls asleep really easily after sex. Like pretty much as soon as he’s made sure you’re good, he will just curl up against you and go to sleep.

[cpd5021]

Unexpected Chapter 8

I come with a fast update as a white flag for that cliffhanger of a chapter. Hugs and kisses! Don’t hate me! Also, TRIGGER WARNING: this chapter has brief mentions of sexual assault/rape.

     Hailey rolled over in her bed, groaning as her sore body protested the movement. She blinked her eyes open, squinting in the light of the sun beaming through her window. She glanced at the time, sighing in relief when she realized Vanessa would be gone to work already so she could move freely about her house without the constant concerned looks from her room mate. She sat up, body protesting again and stood to gently stretch her sore body. Hailey padded to the bathroom, quickly using the toilet before wandering downstairs for something to eat. She perused her cupboards, not really having the energy or motivation to actually cook something and settled on a bowl of cereal. Hailey plopped herself down on the chair, picking away slowly at the bowl in front of her. She tried to force herself to keep going but it was no use, her slow place led to soggy cereal and she gave up. Placing the bowl in the sink, she grabbed a banana as an after thought and shuffled back upstairs. Hailey entered her room, standing in the doorway and staring at her mess of a bed. The sheets were tangled everywhere and her comforter was hanging halfway off the bed. Normally, this would bother her, but right now it looked comfy and all she wanted to do was crawl back in it. Steeling herself to be more productive than the previous few days, Hailey padded back into her bathroom and turned the shower on, letting the water heat up as she stripped down. Her eyes trailed over her body in the mirror and she was happy to report the bruises were finally getting better....okay maybe better wasn’t the right word, but they weren’t looking any worse. She stepped into the shower, relishing in the feel of the hot water running over her body and slowly began to work through the motions of cleaning herself. It felt like forever since she had taken the time to actually wash her hair and body, she couldn’t remember the last time she had showered. Well, actually, she could. It was two days ago when she came home from the hospital. Which means it had been three days since her world went to shit. Three days since she had chased their offender into the street, three days since she had been struck by the car, three days since she had woken in the hospital; surrounding by her team all wearing the same sad look on their face, three days since her massive blowout with Jay. Jay. The thought of him drained any energy she had mustered up and she decided her shower was over. Stepping out, she grabbed a fluffy towel, wrapping it around her body and heading to her room. She sat on the edge of her bed, hair dripping down her body and briefly considered just going back to sleep as is, completely naked and soaking wet. No, she told herself, keep going. So instead, Hailey stood, pulling open a draw and shuffling it’s contents around until she found what she was looking for. Grabbing a plain black bra and matching pair of black boy shorts, she groaned as she slid them on. Next she moved to her closet, pulling out a pair of black leggings and a raggedy white t-shirt that hung loosely off her small frame. She returned to her bathroom, staring at herself in the mirror while she debated how much effort to put into her hair. After a moment, she started working her hair into a braid. It wasn’t something she normally did, but it gave her hands something to do and put more time in between her and what she knew she needed to do next. Securing the braid into a ponytail, Hailey grabbed the small bottle of lotion she kept in her drawer, taking the time to rub some over her arms for the added benefit of extra time. She looked at herself in the mirror again, sighing at her reflection. She knew she was only avoiding the inevitable so she steeled herself to get it over with. 

     Hailey sat, perched on the edge of her bed, holding her phone in her hands. The first day, it had gone off insistently, causing Hailey to just shut it off. The second day, the text and calls were fewer and far in between. Today, there was nothing. Her stomach growled in hungry, having not had a proper breakfast, so Hailey allowed herself the extra time of returning to her kitchen and raiding the cupboards again. This time she settled on a granola bar and as she leaned on the counter while she ate it, she noticed a piece of paper she hadn’t before. 

“Love you Hails, -V”

    Hailey smiled at the note from her friend, she knew she had been worrying the younger woman. She had been worrying her whole unit, with one man more so than the others. With a sigh, Hailey finished the bar and headed back upstairs. Once again perched on her bed, Hailey debated whether she should call him or just send a text. She opened up her messages, deciding she didn’t want to interrupt if he was busy at work. Work. She felt so disconnected from there right now, as if she had been gone way longer than three days. She focused only on typing her messages, deliberately ignore the texts she knew were just above the one she was about to send. She decided to keep it simple, asking if he could call her when he got off work. In an instant, her phone was ringing and Jay’s cheesy grin, a picture she had snapped on one of their many nights at Molly’s, was flashing across her screen.

“Hello?” She answered, hating how hoarse it sounded.

“Are you okay?” His voice was filled with concern.

“Um...yea.” She replied, deciding he was asking more about this moment than overall. “Look I...can we talk?” 

“Yea.” He spoke softly as if he wasn’t sure what to say to her, she didn’t blame him. She had dealt some pretty low blows when they fought at the hospital. 

“Come over after work?” She asked, figuring she would ask Vanessa to find something to do so they could have the time alone. 

“I’m uh.. not at work. I can come...now?” His reply morphing into a question, he sounded almost embarrassed at admitting he wasn’t at work but Hailey blew it off. 

“Okay.” She nodded, knowing damn well he couldn’t see her. She felt her emotions reeling at the thought of seeing him so fast, previously assuming she’d have time to mentally prepare for this conversation. They hung up and Hailey flopped back onto her bed, exhaustion rolling through her. She must have zoned out, or fallen back asleep, because she jumped when her doorbell rang some time later. Hailey walked down the stairs, dragging her feet every step and trying to get a handle on herself before she pulled the door open. 

“Hey.” Jay said, his face revealing a wide range of emotions as he took in her appearance. 

“Hey.” She replied, hating herself when she heard her voice break slightly. She stepped aside to let him in before her emotions could get the better of her, walking into her living room with him close behind. She sat herself on one end of the couch, grimacing when he sat as far away as possible on the other end. She had hurt him, that much she already knew, but seeing it first hand was another matter entirely. They sat in silence, neither sure what to say. Hailey figured she’d better start since it was her that got them here in the first place. 

“Jay...I’m sorry..” She started, her words throwing a wide net out. She had a lot to apologize for. He only nodded in return so she continued. “I should have stopped, I should have let you and Adam grab him...I just...I couldn’t help myself.” She shuddered slightly at the memories, both of her running after their offender and even farther back to a time when she sat beside Jay in an ambulance and he had said the very same words to her. That was the moment she had started to realize just how strong her feelings for him were. 

“You were just doing your job.” He responded softly, but his voice still sounded cold. 

“I was...” She agreed. “But I had another, more important job I should have been doing.” She trailed off in a whisper, hands coming to hover in front of her stomach. Jay looked at her, confusion evident on his face. “Being a mother.” Her words hung in the air for a moment, both taking them in. Hailey felt tears forming in her eyes but made no attempt to stop their flow. 

“Hailey...” Jay wanted to say something to comfort her, but his words failed him. 

“I know now that I was being stubborn, being stupid...I never should have put our baby in that situation...” Tears ran down her face now, she couldn’t bring herself to meet Jay’s eyes, sure they would be filled with anger. 

“Hails..” He tried again, his own voice thick with emotion. 

“I’m sorry Jay, I’m so sorry.” Her walls crumbled completely then and her words morphed into sobs. She felt the couch shift beside her but kept her eyes clamped shut as the waves of emotion racked through her. Suddenly, she was pulled into Jay’s strong embrace. He held her while she fell apart, the pent up emotion from the last three days, on top of everything she had been holding in since she found out she was pregnant, finally unleashing. She wasn’t sure how long he held her, but slowly her sobs began to slow and she felt herself calming down little by little. 

“Hailey, it’s okay. I get it, I really do. This...being a mother, it wasn’t something you wanted...so to adjust to that, on top of it coming as a huge surprise...it’s a lot.” Jay’s soft words brought more tears to her eyes, after everything she had done, everything she had said to him...he still put his whole being into bringing her comfort. She didn’t deserve him. 

“I should have told Voight right away. I shouldn’t have been stubborn. If I had listened to you, I wouldn’t have been hit by that car...I wouldn’t have almost-” Her words stopped as another sob raged through her body. 

“Hey, look at me.” Jay placed his hands on either side of her face, forcing her eyes to meet his when she didn’t immediately comply. “You can’t sit here and beat yourself up over what happened, what could have happened. I think you’ve more than learned that lesson and it could have been so, so much worse. You’re okay. And our baby....our baby is okay too.” Jay pulled her back into his arms as more tears fell from her eyes. They sat there, both processing their emotions and the events of the last few days, simply allowing themselves to be healed by the others presence. 

“I love you.” Jay whispered against her temple after some time. He placed a gentle kiss on top of her head and she nuzzled in closer to him. 

“Love you too.” She replied, tightening her arms around his chest. 

“You know that I’ll always be here for you right, no matter what?” Jay asked quietly.

“I do.” She smiled against him, but it wasn’t one that reached her eyes. 

“And you can tell me anything...” He continued. Hailey nodded, knowing where this conversation was going. “Hailey I know it’s probably an awful time to bring this up, but I gotta know..” He trailed off, suddenly nervous she was going to shut down. 

“The appointment.” Hailey said quietly, more a statement than a question.

“Yea.” Jay whispered. Hailey shifted in his arms, positioning herself so that she could look up at him. She didn’t want to tell him, to relive that memory, but she owed him something after the last few days. 

“I told you about Booth attacking me..” She swallowed hard and he hated himself for even asking her. “When you confronted me about it, when I told you how he had got me alone...and had other plans...you asked me if he had..” Hailey swallowed again, throat tightening at the memory. “I told you no. And that wasn’t a lie.” She continued quickly, feeling his breath hitch underneath her. “He had me pinned down, had managed to get my pants down, and when I fought him he beat me...when Garrett found me, I was barely conscious. He got me to the hospital and they asked me all these questions I couldn’t answer because I couldn’t remember, or didn’t want to remember. They asked me over and over if he had raped me, after what Garrett had told them. I kept telling them no, but deep down, I wasn’t sure. One of the doctors told me I had to go through an exam, just so they could be sure. I fought them on that but they pushed, Garrett pushed. I had this mental block up and I was terrified of them doing anything after what had happened. I was terrified of what they might find. I didn’t know for sure what he had done and part of me wanted to just keep that ignorance. But they kept pushing and I was so tired of fighting so I agreed. But I freaked out when they started and the nurse ended up having to basically hold me down.” Hailey shuddered at the memory, she could still hear herself screaming. Jay pulled her closer to him, his heart breaking with every word. “They confirmed that he hadn’t done anything..but after that exam I felt like I had still been violated. I haven’t gone in for that kind of visit since then, so when we were at the appointment it caught me totally off guard.” Hailey let out a breath after she finished the story. 

“Hailey, I’m so sorry...” Jay kissed the top of her head, feeling moisture gather in his eyes. She has been through so much yet is still so strong, it truly amazes him. 

    They fell silent once again, the room feeling heavy with their emotions. Hailey breathed in the scent of him, felt his strong arms around her body and listened to his heart thumping away in his chest. She felt safe, like she was finally home. 

[typhlosion-teeth]

afterparty [raihan x reader]

A fun night out turns into an even more fun night in for you and the dragon tamer. ;3 What better way to spend pent up energy than on each other?

(Warning: smut/18+ scenario)

Masterlist can be found here!

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The lights were low, almost nonexistent, as an otherworldly glow seeped from the screens and strobes behind the empty stage at the far end of the room. The music from the speakers was already pumping, electronic and bone-shaking. You took a moment to let your eyes and ears adjust to the atmosphere of the club before stepping in further. Raihan was beside you, fingers loosely linked with yours, as he scanned over the heads of the crowd for Piers.

The dark type gym leader had invited you two to the music show in Spikemuth, and you were excited to accept. Piers was releasing new music tonight, and there was no better way to celebrate than letting the songs envelop you on the dance floor. You were in your favorite fitting dress, complete with dramatic accessories and plenty of sparkle. It had been too long since you could get dolled up like this, especially since you began working in Galar.

Raihan was in black jeans that hugged his lean hips, a nice gray T-shirt and boots. He decided against his usual headband tonight and simply gathered his hair into a loose ponytail at the back of his head. He seemed to appreciate when you told him it still looked like dragon spikes.

“Hey, glad you could make it!” A familiar voice called, just barely audible over the music tracks. You turned and saw your friend’s tell-tale black and white hair approaching, and you waved in greeting. Raihan pilled Piers into a tight hug, which the shorter man returned awkwardly.

“We were glad to come.” You confirmed, beaming as you glanced around. “This place is pretty sweet.”

“Yeah, it’s a good place for shows now that it’s been fixed up. It was falling apart a few months ago, but the end result turned out all right.” Piers shrugged. “I’ll be playing the live stuff in a few minutes. Feel free to grab a drink and make yourselves comfy. Or dance. Whatever you want, really.”

“Thanks, Piers.” Raihan said taking out his Rotom phone. You heard the musician heave a sigh, but he posed for a selfie with you and the other gym leader all the same. As he headed off, you watched Raihan post the photo to his social media, no doubt garnering attention for his friend’s new music by doing so.

You wandered over to the bar and picked up a drink for yourself and your boyfriend, taking a seat in one of the stools against the far wall. Raihan took the drink with a grateful peck to your cheek and stood beside you, one shoulder brushing up against yours.

“You know, now that I think about it, I don’t think we’ve ever been dancing together before.” You mused, taking a sip from your glass and looking up at him. He gave a shy smirk.

“Dancing’s not really one of my strong points.” He gestured to his body. “Too many long limbs to control.”

“Aw, come on! You can’t be that bad.”

“About as graceful as a Mudsdale.”

“You don’t have to be graceful in a place like this.” You hopped off the stool and stood in front of him. “It’s a club, not a ballroom. You just have to be...”

You let your sentence fall away as you pressed yourself against him, coyly shaking your shoulders back and forth to the beat. Raihan caught on to what you were getting at, and his smirk intensified as he set down his drink. His hands landed on your hips as a new song started up, and you began swaying seductively to the music. With each new song, you pressed your bodies closer, generating friction that you were sure he could feel just as well as you could.

Once Piers started his live songs, the energy in the room picked up and your body felt electrified. You and Raihan were lost in a sea of bodies moving to the beat, but the only thing that mattered was the way his blue eyes were locked onto yours. You pulled him down by the collar for a heated kiss, and his hands slid around to your ass. It was impossible not to feel the hardening bulge between his legs, and you had to take a calming breath. Leaning up to murmur in Raihan’s ear, you suggested going back to his place. There was a twinge of guilt at leaving Piers’s show early, but you were sure he understood. After all, he had to know what this sort of atmosphere did to people.

It was hard - so hard - to keep your hands off of your boyfriend while you were in the air taxi.

You had barely gotten in the door of his Hammerlocke apartment before Raihan turned and locked it behind you, pressing his body against yours and kissing you fiercely. Your hands were roaming up his back, on his shoulders, to his hair, finally deciding to pull out the elastic tie that kept his ponytail up. You tangled your fingers in his long locks, tugging fervently and drawing a sharp gasp from the dragon tamer. His kisses moved from your lips to the corner of your mouth, down to the side of your throat.

Raihan growled lowly against your skin, grazing his teeth against your pulse and sucking a deep mark into the soft spot behind your jaw. You gasped, breath catching in your throat as you dug your nails into the nape of his neck. He darted up to kiss you again, taking your bottom lip between his teeth and tugging, nipping. You slid your tongue into his mouth and you could have sworn you heard him whimper.

“Babe,” He said, voice a gravelly purr. “What do you say we take this to bed?”

You pushed your forehead against his, breathing heavily. “Thought you’d never ask.”

The trail from the hallway, through the kitchen, to his bedroom was soon decorated with cast-off clothing. Raihan scooped you up in his arms once you crossed the threshold, making you squeal in laughter as you held onto his shoulders. He dropped you gently onto the mattress, gazing at you with hooded eyes as he slid his boxers down his thighs and kicked them off. You returned his heated gaze as you drank in the sight of the dragon tamer, bare and prowling on top of you.

“How did I get so lucky?” You breathed, reaching out to link your arms around his neck as he kissed you fully once again. Raihan hummed, supporting himself on his knees as his hands trailed down your sides. His tongue left a stripe down the side of your neck, right to the center of your breasts. There, he sucked another love bite into your skin, causing you to arch up enough for his hands to slide beneath your back and unhook your bra.

“I ask myself the same thing.” His breath was hot against your chest, and you helped to slide your arms from your bra straps so he could discard it off the side of the bed. Raihan let a moan slip from his mouth as he laved a pert nipple with his tongue, his large hand coming up to cup your other breast. There, he rubbed circles over the tight bud with the pad of his thumb. You closed your eyes, your head falling back in the pillows with a sigh of his name. Your keening only fueled his fire more, encouraging him to switch sides with his mouth as his hand ghosted down your stomach to your core, palming you through your panties before also ridding you of said fabric.

He paused, then. Towering over you as he straddled your body, Raihan swallowed heavily. His length was firm and ready, and he gave you another wet kiss while he reached into the drawer beside the bed and pulled out a condom.

“Ready, babe?” He asked after tearing the package with his teeth and rolling the protection on. You nodded, dragging your nails down his biceps. Raihan shifted and positioned his tip at your entrance, giving you another sultry glance before sliding himself in. You inhaled, curling your fingers into his shoulder blades as he lowered himself onto you. “All right?”

“Yeah.” You breathed against the side of his head, licking the shell of his ear. “God, I love when you’re inside me.”

Your words caused his hips to buck involuntarily, seeking to drive deeper into your heat. Raihan drew a shuddering breath as he licked his lips, biting his lower one as he began a more measured pace of thrusting. You let your eyes close and wrapped your arms around his neck, moving with him. Raihan’s rhythm started slow, but it didn’t take long for the wild urge to take over - especially with the way you moaned delightfully filthy things in his ear.

The undeniable heat was smoldering in your lower belly, there was something about how Raihan moved that pushed all the right buttons. You rewarded him with a sharp bite on his shoulder, making him hiss your name into the heated night air.

He braced his hands on the mattress on either side of you, sliding himself nearly all the way out of your core before snapping his hips and thrusting back in meaningfully. You felt your orgasm building, the sounds coming from your lips becoming more frequent and higher pitched.

“That’s it, love. Let me hear you.”

Stars burst behind your eyelids and you tossed your head back. Pleasure washed over you, making your toes curl and your fingernails carve red crescents into your lover’s back. Raihan lowered himself against you once more, his pace returning to a more messy tempo as he found his own end soon after. Once the tingling aftershocks subsided, you both lay still for a few moments, the air in the bedroom filled with the symphony of your heavy breaths. His lips pressed lazy, slow kisses to the side of your neck and shoulder while you rubbed your hands softly along his back.

Pulling out of you and taking a moment to clean himself up, Raihan soon flopped onto his back. He closed his eyes and attempted to regulate his breathing. You smirked and curled in against him, snuggling up to his chest as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Fuck, that was good.” He said, kissing the top of your head.

“Gotta remind you that battling you into the ground isn’t the only thing I excel at.” You quipped, causing him to chuckle deeply.

“Oh, you’re very good at a lot of things, love.” He looked down at you as you raised your head to grin at him. You pressed a slow, passionate kiss to his lips, feeling a tingle along your spine as he held you close. “But I am thrilled to know this is one we can agree on.”

[ethompson928]

We are Bulletproof (BTS GANG AU) Chapter 30

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Have you ever had that feeling like you were supposed to be doing something but all of a sudden your head clears and you keep getting waylaid from remembering what you were doing in the first place. Like walking into the kitchen to get a bottle of water, but completely forgetting about water as soon as you walk over the door to the kitchen and just standing their aimlessly trying to remember what you wanted to do but you're completely confused because you cannot remember the reason for being there in the end turning around and walking away and not even remembering about that little water bottle.

That's how Allie felt. And her freedom was the water bottle.  The key that hung around Hoseok's neck was her water bottle.

Hours turned into days.

Days turned into weeks.

Namjoon made it his mission to keep the young girl busy. He thrived in watching her mentality slowly drain. He watched as her compliance to him and his team became a lot steadier. He enjoyed the power he felt from ensuring that she turned into a pawn in his little game. It was no longer about keeping a witness quiet. Namjoon enjoyed the thrill of the chase. He knew that overtime she would crack and she would be under his control completely.  

Ally looked at her dishelved appearance in the mirror and took in the dark circles under her eyes.  The bright light that was once seen within her eyes was slowly dying out.  Her hair had been unbrushed for several days, little fly-away pieces of hair defiantly floating around the sides of her head and her cracked lips were lacking the moisture they needed.  Using the band around her wrist that was slowly losing the stretch and elastic Ally grabbed the knotted mess and tried to tame it into some sort of acceptable hairstyle.

"You're staring into space again" Hoseok snapped her out of her stupor an hour later when she found herself sitting staring into space in a semi dark room as Namjoon led a meeting regarding tracking down the missing information from the safe the night that Jimin and Ally joined together on their first joint mission.  Hoseok's cold breath hit her ear as he gently nudged her in the side and she let her vision snap back into focus as Namjoon looked expectantly at her, the other boys looking her way too.

She cringed under the tense glare and shrank into her chair.  "I'm sorry, what was the question?"  She mumbled and pulled her sleeves of the well worn jumper down around her hands and it gave her some sort of comfort and protection.  

"I was saying that we are finally going to catch up with the lost documents that were stolen.  I shouldn't have to repeat myself.  These documents are currently about to be sold on the black market to the highest bidder.  I'm not sure if you are aware that documents such as these are valuable to other gangs.  For example whoever gets their hands on these would have nearly unlimited access to a database filled with all information on any gang in Seoul.  Their location, their numbers, weapons, weakness and who knows even whatelse.  Jae-Suk is...was...a formidable opponent.  One I could say I had respect for but with all this information he held at his disposal he was a walking target.  I had to see to it we got these documents first and respect for not it's all about who is number one these days.  Can't just have any gang at the top these days."  Namjoon calmly spoke.

"If they pass into the wrong hands, we're the targets."  Jin mused casually folding his right leg over his left and rubbing his chin.  

"And by the sound of it, evrey gang in Seoul.  Some people are so power hungry they don't care whose lives they destroy to get to the top".  Namjoon finished acknowledging his right hand man.  

Ally fiddled with her fingers loosely in amongst the fabric of her jumper.  Listening intently to the conversation.  The room was abuzz with the sound of low chatter as Namjoom continued to draw attention back to the documents and how the person was under an alias, selling them without using their real identity.  It had to be someone clever, someone who could easily get in and out without without being seen and obviously working alone but knew exactly where to go and where they found find all the documents locked away in that safe.  

"Tae, Jimin, I would like you two to go and scope out the local trades for black market sellers, talk with our contact Sejin and see if he knows anything."  Namjoon confirmed as Taehyung and Jimin we're quick to get up off their feet and acknowledge the order before leaving the room.  Laughter and shouts could be heard in the corridor as the two raced off to go on their mission.

Namjoon flashed a quick smile and chuckle (but hid it just as fast that Ally thought it must have been just a trick of the light) as he heard the boys activity before becoming seriously again and looking up from the folder in front him.  

"Kids..." muttered Suga rubbing his hands together.  His features looked troubled as he waited for door to close with a final click which brought a sense of hush into the room.  After what felt like an hour he spoke again, his voice sounded gravely and heavy, almost like he was drawing his words out deliberately as he thought of the correct words to say.  "So what else happens now, are we just waiting out the inevitable.  If this goes down badly, this ends us all and I have been saying this from the start.  We need to be more careful.  This kid right here is causing more trouble for longer than she needs to be...the police are sniffing at our heels and you're starting to lose focus on what all this was for.  We need to end this now.  What else is she good for at this point?"

"You of all people know by now Yoongi"  Namjoon spoke firmly.  His authority clearly seeping out of his voice as he refused to back down from the verbal challenge.  "I have made it clear that this is how we deal with this now, I made the decision not to kill her but allow her to assist us and I until I see reason for her to no longer be of use to us then I will be the one to decide her fate."  

Ally stood up abrupdtly in her seat.  "How dare you talk like I am not even here. You think I'm weak, yeah maybe I am...I told you I would be involved in your little clique and I am trying, but it is hard.  I am emotionally and physically drained and you are not even helping me.  Yeah I may not be useful to you, but all I want is for you to treat me like I'm human."  She said before turning and storming our of the room.  

She didn't hesitate to scream as soon as she was at a suitable distance away from the room.  She doubled over, hair falling in front of her face.  She refused to cry, but she needed to let out the pent up frustration and anger that had slowly began go build up.  

A punching bag.

That obsorbed the amount of physical anger that she felt in her bones.  Her fists repeatedly hit the hard leather bag, she ignored the sting that hit the knuckles everytime she hit her target.  It slowly swung away from her with each hit and bravely came back at her as she sent it back the way it came.  It did not take long for her to work up a sweat.  

"You're hitting it wrong"  a soft voice told her.  It was Jungkook.  She ignored him and kept punching.  She was in a state of silence, all she could hear was the sound of skin slapping the bag each time she tried to strike.  A pang of sadness hit her for ignoring him but she didn't want to take out her anger by shouting at him so she shook her head biting her bottom lip to signal to him she couldn't talk or she might regret it. "Strengthen your core"  Jungkook suggested.

She immediately felt his large hands grab her waist to steady her and stop her twisting as she punched and she realised it helped to strengthen her swing too.  The contact disappeared and he took a step back.  

"You're small, don't go all out offensive when you fight.  Use your speed and height to your advantage."  

Ally stopped fighting and let fhe bag swing to a stop beside her.  "Thank you Jungkook, but it isn't fighting skills I'm trying to improve on.  I'm imagining Namjoons face."  She added quietly smirking under her breath.  

Jungkook laughed as well.  "I do too sometimes"  he whispered silently.  "But don't tell him I said that"  he immediately said causing Ally to laugh and she then zipped her mouth closed.  

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Ally finally returned to her room that evening.  She felt a little better but she still felt like crap and that her legs were slowly turning into rocks and each step she took was getting harder and heavier than the next.  Sleep came easy to her that night.  Her dreams plagued by guns, shots, and screams.  Waking up the following morning she decided that she wanted to pay Hoseok a visit.  The walk to his room was a silent one, most of the boys still being in bed and Taehyung and Jimin hadn't made it back and were still out with their informant Sejin.  

Entering the room she noticed that Hoseok's bed was empty and she could hear the shower running in the adjoining room.  The faint sound of rapping could be heard over the noise of the falling water.  Ally smiled to herself as she learnt another of his talents.  Talents he never got to explore under Namjoon's authority.  Ally made herself comfy and decided to wait it out for Hoseok to finish in the shower.  As she admired his room her eyes fell on the little desk on the other side of the room.  It was a standard boys desk, paper spewed across it and pencils and pens dotted in random places.  She went over and smiled as she saw that he had been writing lyrics.  Most scored out and scrumpled up but it was better than releasing all of uour agressive energy than with a gun.  A little bowl sat on the far corner and she couldn't help but look into it.  Some coins, a random marble, a paper clip and some odd pieces of random junk.  But lightly sitting on top of all of that was his key.

The key she had tried to take many times but she could never do it.  She did not want to hurt Hoseok or just leave him.  But now looking at this object that was right there, and no one was around.  She went with her gut instinct and grabbed it leaving the room as swiftly and as quietly as she could.  She failed to hear the water turn off as she quietly closed the door and made off down the corridor.  

Reaching the door she took a big gulp before unlocking it and closing it behind her.  To avoid detection she felt her way down against the stone wall, gently shuffling her feet to know when she had reached the bottom.  She quickly turned on the lower light at the bottom and looked for the door.  The gjn range door stood at one side, the forbidden door was only mere steps in front of her.  She quietly listened and waited to hear for any of the boys walking around but all she heard was silence.  This was it, it was now or never.  She bravely reached out and turned the handle, pushing the door open as it let out a small creek and slipped inside.  She remembered to close the door and turn on the light.  

The room was not a very large room but it was big enough to host all of the members of BTS if needs be.  Two individual lights hung from the ceiling gently lighting up the room with their yellow glow.  Ally took a moment to collect herself before looking at the large feature wall which was covered in red lines connecting all the pictures and pieces of paper together.  

Ally's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she looked at the page in terror.  

Several of the photos were of her, some were of her and her friends out and about.  There was pictures of a man who she couldn't quite recognise in a lot of the pictures.  There was newspaper clippings about her disappearence, missing posters with reward sums on them and they seemed to climb higher and higher on each poster.  There were messages and written reports of this unrecognisable man about his money and fortune.  She quickly recognised a photo of herself and her mother with the unknown man, it suddenly hit Ally like a sack of bricks.

That man was her father.  

WHAT THE HELL WAS GOING ON!

In her confusion and panic she blindly turned and reached for the door nob, hysteria rising in her blood as she needed to get out of here as soon as she could.  As soon as the door opened her face dropped.

There stood Namjoon.

And he looked pissed.