#i had sauna myself tonight and... yeah maybe i had Thoughts�� what of it

[theflyingfeeling]

two sweaty, horny dudes ✅

sauna ✅

no plot ✅

enjoy 💦

(or: Olli/Allu get it on at the band's sauna evening for no reason whatsover other than simply wanting each other so goddamn much)

~*~

Don't bother, Joonas, let's leave the IT club to nerd about whatever in peace.

Niko's teasing words had barely stopped echoing in the sauna when Olli's lips were already on Aleksi's shoulder, his tongue peeking out to lick a droplet of sweat above his collarbone. The boldness made Aleksi inhale sharply before nudging Olli away, although there was nothing in the world he wanted more than Olli's mouth on his skin.

"Don't," he whispered. "Not here..." Olli looked up at him from under hooded eyelids and the long lashes that framed his darkened eyes, and suddenly Aleksi could no longer remember why he was denying Olli anything at all. That was why he made no effort to stop Olli when he leaned further in to take a mouthful of Aleksi's skin just below his earlobe in his mouth; in fact, Aleksi tilted his head to give Olli more room to do so and hoped the tinted glass door of the sauna would veil their...carnal activities.

By the time they heard the showers being turned off and the door to the changing room closing, Aleksi was already half-hard from Olli's hot, wet kisses and his fingers digging into Aleksi's inner thigh. By the time the last noises of laughter and friendly banter died out in the next room, Olli was already lying down on the top bench of the sauna, back arching and low moans filling the small room as Aleksi mouthed his stomach with hungry, sloppy kisses landing all around his navel and along the happy trail to savour the salty taste as much as to worship the sweet softness of his belly. By the time Aleksi finally touched the tip of Olli's pulsing cock with his tongue, Olli was but a squirming mess under his touch, all but begging Aleksi to take him in his mouth.

The long, lingering licks Aleksi left on Olli's cock drove Olli crazy – Aleksi knew this from the way Olli's groans adopted a more needy undertone – but he had no intention to fulfil Olli's wordless pleas before he'd have the man tremble for it.

"Ale, I need to cum so bad," Olli panted, grinding his erection against Aleksi's lips that were now leaving light kisses along Olli's hardness. A lone drop of precum appeared at the tip, which Aleksi is quick to kiss away.

"Ale, please," Olli was practically whining now, "please let me cum in your mouth.

"Are you close?" Aleksi asked, although he knew the answer when he took Olli in his hand and felt it twitch in his fingers, and when he saw how Olli's abdomen contracted from the touch, and when he heard the litany of swear words leaving Olli's mouth.

"So fucking close I'm gonna cum on your face if you're not gonna take me in your mouth soon."

There was no doubt Aleksi wouldn't have loved that either, and he almost told Olli so; nevertheless, he guided Olli's cock in between his waiting lips. Hollowing his cheeks, he began sucking in rhythm with Olli's groans, making sure to let his lips graze against the sensitive tip before swallowing down again until his septum ring was nearly touching Olli's pubes. He felt Olli throbbing against his tongue, twitching in between his lips, thrusting towards the ceiling under his hands that rested on Olli's hip bones, and with every lust-filled movement Aleksi felt as if there were two, fatally horny wolves inside him: one that was determined to keep Aleksi bobbing his head up and down to help Olli reach his peak sooner rather than later, and one that was curious to see how long Aleksi could keep Olli on the edge before they'd both lose their minds.

Eventually his motive to please Olli outplayed any other, more selfish desire he might have had and he tightened his lips around Olli's cock. Olli buckled his lips uncontrollably when Aleksi added a hand to the base of his hard-on to massage it, to feel Olli's arousal under his fingertips, to revel in every twitch and throb that inspired Aleksi's own aching cock that stood neglected between his thighs. He was desperate to touch himself – he was only human, after all – but as it turned out, his hands had far more important tasks to tend to: while the other was busy gripping Olli's cock, the other had sneaked up to Olli's chest to bury his fingers in the bush of chest hair which Aleksi so loved; which Olli so loved to leave peeking from the collar of his shirt just to drive Aleksi crazy; which Aleksi couldn't wait to cover in his white semen again, like he had done just the other night on the couch of his studio.

Nearly lost in the memory of frotting himself on Olli's chest, Aleksi was almost caught off guard by Olli starting to shoot his load in his mouth. At the height of his orgasm, Olli's slurred words are a mix of fuck and Ale and don't stop, and Aleksi keeps on working his tongue and lips until every last drop of cum has been swallowed, until the only noises left in the sauna are Olli's heavy breathing and the quiet cracking of the fire.

Seeing Olli's naked body in front of him, all spent and relaxed and beautiful, Aleksi could no longer ignore his own bodily needs. He sat back against the wooden panelling behind him and finally took himself in his hand, but he only had time to give himself a few, much-awaited strokes before Olli's fingers were replacing his own and a pair of lips were crashed against his. As if desperate to taste himself off Aleksi's tongue, Olli kissed him hungrily while pumping Aleksi's erection with vigorous, experienced flicks of his wrists, which had no business making Aleksi as close to his climax as it did. Yet, he found his lips mirroring the hasty movements of Olli's, grinding his erection into Olli's fist the best he could from his tight position in between Olli and the wall, and even letting Olli help Aleksi's knee up against his own chest, pushing him further against the wall as Olli's other hand teased around his hole.

Without warning, Olli slid one of his fingers in, and with even less warning, Aleksi came hard with his bottom lip tightly in between Olli's teeth so that his cry of pleasure was muffled somewhere inside Olli's hot mouth. When Aleksi at last regained the little that was left of his senses, the fire in the sauna stove had already died out; the fire in Olli's eyes, however, drilling into his from up close as he milked the last of Aleksi's cum, only seemed to flare up.

~*~

They made out under the shower, somehow leisurely and with great urgency at the same time. Olli was wet and smooth and hot under Aleksi's palms, his every curve and bone and muscle adding fuel to the already blazing flame that was scorching Aleksi's chest and groin, even without Olli's hand stroking his cock anew.

When Aleksi came again, spilling his load on Olli's fingers and stomach, his knees trembled under him from the strength of his second orgasm that evening, nearly making him fall at Olli's feet.

He wanted to ask Olli if he would catch him if he did; if he'd crumble under the weight of it all, would Olli be there to pick him up again?

Somehow the words never left his mouth.

(Perhaps Aleksi was afraid to hear the answer.)

Instead, he got on his knees again.

[yourimagines]

Hi can you do one for andrew garfield where he is friends with one of his ex girlfriend. And yn is super uncomfortable with that

I hope this is good enough for you

Uncomfortable

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: Angst, Angst, Angst and some fluff

Y/N POV

“Love, the guys asked if I wanted to go out with them, can I go?” Andrew walked in, wearing a black shirt and some dark blue pants. Looking like a god. “Yeah sure.” He smiles and kissed my cheek. “Thank you, I made some dinner for you, it’s in the fridge.” He opened his closet and grabbed his dark blue jacket. “I’ll go then, call me if you need something.” He walks over, planting a kiss on my head. “I will, have fun.” “Thank you love, have a lovely evening yourself.” I smiled at him as he walks back downstairs. I heard him grabbing his keys and left. ‘Let’s watch that Christmas movie.’ I hopped of the bed and grabbed a cosy blanket and dragged it downstairs. I throw the blanket on the sofa and warmed my dinner in the microwave. ‘He always thinks about me.’

I was enjoying my alone time when my best friend texted me. ‘What does she needs now?’ I groaned and opened our chat.

Bestie❤️💋: hey, I’m sorry but you need to see this

Bestie❤️💋: sent a video

I clicked on the video *the gif where he is hugging Emma* My heart scattered as I saw them hugging each other. ‘Why does he hangs out so much with his ex.’

Bestie❤️💋: It’s all over the internet, I thought you should know, I’m sorry

Me: is this from today?

Bestie❤️💋: yes a fan saw him today…

Me: thanks for telling me

Bestie❤️💋: always, call me if you want to talk okay?

Me: yeah I will.

I lay my phone down and rubbed my face. ‘I don’t like this…’ I sighed and stopped the movie that was still playing in the background on the tv. ‘Maybe I’m overreacting, Emma moved on and so is Andrew they are just friends. It’s totally normal…right?’

I was in our pool, swimming my thoughts away when Andrew came home but he wasn’t alone… Emma was with him. “Love?” I heard him calling me as I saw him through the window walking in our house with Emma. “Love are you home?” I ducked away, hiding myself in the pool while watching them. “Maybe she’s out?” “No… she would have called me.” She smiles. “Maybe she’s to the store quickly..” he shook his head. “No she still would have texted me if I needed something from the store.” Andrew rubbed his face. “I’m going to check upstairs, I’ll be right back.” She nods and he walks away. She looks around our kitchen, smiling at some pictures. ‘I understand why he spends time with her, I mean look at her.’ “She not upstairs…” Andrew looked a bit stressed. “Maybe she’s at the indoor pool.” ‘Shit.’ I silently crawled out of the pool and run into our sauna. “Love? Are you here?” I heard him pushing the door further open, entering the pool area. “Love?” I peeked out of the sauna, a fake smile on my face. “Hi, you’re back.” He smiles and walks over. “I was worried about you my love, I couldn’t find you.” “Sorry I guess.” He kissed the top of my head. “No it’s okay my love.” He turns around and smiles brightly at Emma. “I found her.” She smiles and waves at me, I returned a friendly wave back. “Emma needs a place to stay for tonight, she had a fight with her boyfriend. I hope you don’t mind she can stay here in our guest bedroom.” ‘Yes I do mind! She’s your ex Andrew!’ “No of course she can stay.” He smiles and quickly kissed me. “Thank you darling.” I smiled but felt a bit uncomfortable with it. “I’m going to prepare the guest bedroom for her.” He said and walked over to her. “Let me show you your room for the night, miss Stone.” She giggles and nods. “Show me the way mr Garfield.” They both walked upstairs as my face fell. ‘His ex is in our house…’

I went to bed as they stayed downstairs. ‘Can’t believe this, he would be angry if my ex was here.’ I scoffed and got in bed, wrapping the blanket up high to my chin. ‘They are perfect for each other, maybe they finally realised they are meant to be.’ I heard them laughing together and I covered my ears, trying to cancel out the noises. ‘I don’t wanna hear it…’ as tears slowly fell down my cheeks.

Andrew POV

“Okay that’s enough for me tonight, if you don’t mind I’m going to join my girlfriend.” “Of course Andrew.” She smiles at me as I stood up. “If you need something just knock on the door.” “I will, thank you and Y/N for letting me stay tonight.” “No problem, we have the space.” “I’m still thankful for it. She so lovely, I understand why you adore her so much.” I shyly smiled “you do?” She nods as she stood up as well. “Yes of course, I adore her to be honest, she’s always so kind to me.” I smiled at her. “She is kind.” She nods and smiles at me. “But I’m also heading to bed, it was a dreadful day today for me.” “Yes of course, it was a rough day for you.” I locked all the doors and together we walked upstairs. “Well good night Emma.” “Good night Andrew.” I entered my bedroom and closed the door softly behind me. I saw her laying completely under the covers, hiding herself. I smiled and pulled off my shirt and pants. I carefully slipped next to her in bed and moved under the covers. Something wasn’t right as she lay so still with her back turned to me. “Love?” I whispered as I wrapped my arms around her waist, as I did that I moved closer to her, seeing her wet cheeks. “My love, what happened.” I immediately wiped away her tears as she ducks into my chest, breaking down. “Darling…” I kissed her head and rubbed her back as she sobbed into my chest. “I’m here, darling it’s okay.” Her fingers pressed into my bare skin as she held me close, afraid I would leave her. “It’s okay.” I kissed multiple times the crown of her head as she wet my chest.

She calmed down a bit but tears where still falling now and then down her cheeks, I immediately wiped them away if I saw them running down her face. “Love… what made you so sad.” “Do you love me?” Her voice sounded hoarse and broken as she asked me an question that hurt me. ‘Do you love me…’ “of course I love you my love.” ‘ I neglected her, she doesn’t feel loved, she probably doesn’t want me anymore…’ she sniffs and nuzzled her head to my collarbone. “Y-You don’t feel loved? You feel like I don’t love you?” I went with my fingers through her hair, scraping her scalp. She carefully looks up, she’s cried a lot as her beautiful eyes where bloodshot and swollen, Her cheeks were glossy and the tip of her noise was red. “I don’t know.” My heart broke in million pieces. I carefully cupped one side of her face, wiping the new tears away. “My love, I’m so sorry you feel like I don’t love you enough…but believe me I’m deeply in love with you.” She looks away and a single tear fell down my cheek. “Please tell me, why you feel like this…it pains me to see you like this…darling.” My voice cracked as my eyes became watery. Her lip trembles and started to fidget with my other hand. “I-I… I think you’re still in love with Emma.” “Emma?” She nods and hides her face in my neck, feeling ashamed of herself. “Darling, don’t hide yourself please, don’t be ashamed.” I slowly pulled her away from my neck. “Look at me..” my lip trembled as tears run down her cheeks again. “I’m in love with you, I want you. You’re the one I want… I’m sorry if I made you feel like this..” tears were falling down on my face. “I’m only trying to be a good friend and I didn’t realise that I hurt you… I’m sorry” she wraps her arms around me, hugging me and I cried into her shoulder. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

She went with her hand through my hair, trying to calm me down. “Please don’t leave me, I’m sorry.” “I’m not leaving you.” Her voice was muffled as she kissed my head. I pulled her closer to me, holding her a bit firmer. “I’m sorry love.” I looked up at her, her beautiful eyes looked at me and smiled sadly at me. “I’m sorry as well, I just… I just felt so uncomfortable with you being so close with her and she’s so perfect for you and…” I kissed her softly, shutting her up. Her hands moved to my shoulders, softly squeezing them as I deepened the kiss. “Baby your perfect, I promise I only want you.” She shyly smiles. “Really?” I nodded and wiped some hair out of her face. “Really, you’re so beautiful, even when you are covered in tears.” She cracked a smile. “I’m sorry I didn’t think about it, that it could make you uncomfortable.” “I’m sorry as well for making you sad.” I shook my head. “No don’t apologise for this, never apologise for sharing you feelings with me.” She grabbed my hand that lay on her cheek. “I love you Andrew.” As she softly squeezed in my hand. I smiled at her and placed a kiss on the tip of her nose. “I love you darling.” She wrapped her legs and arms around me, cuddling me. “I make sure you’re more happy, I’ll hang out a bit lesser with her, even tho she totally adores you.” Her head peeked up. “She does.” “Yeah she’s bugging me for awhile now when I’m going to ask you to be my wife.” I said with a awkward chuckle. “She needs to bug you more then, I’m waiting for awhile now.” I laughed and hugged her close. “You have to wait a little bit longer my love but I promise I will ask you but not now, you deserve way more better than this, here laying in this bed after we cried.” She giggles against my chest. “I can’t wait then mr Garfield.” “Me neither soon to be mrs Garfield.”

[lockefanfic]

Business Trip: Pt 26 - Temperature

“I’m just saying I bet fucking a girl is easy. I bet you don’t have to do very much to make them cum. I bet you just give them a little touch, a little lick, and suddenly they’re quivering little messes. And that’s before you actually fuck them.”

You are a little taken aback by her sudden insults, even if they were only half in jest.

“I mean, yeah, when you and Momo and I had our little party in Seoul it was fun… but it was also because Momo’s dildo was in my ass while you were in my pussy. I wonder if it had been as good as it was it was just you?”

“On behalf of the girls and myself, I feel a little insulted, detective.”

Jihyo sits up from the pool chair and swings her long, naked legs around until she is fully facing you.

“If you want an apology, you’ll have to fuck it out of me.”

---

“What the hell are you doing here, Nayeon?”

 The girl lets a look of distaste appear on her features as she turns to face you, as if your question annoyed her. You had just caught up with her on the street as she was leaving the bar after the rather tense meeting with Jihyo – the Korean detective, perhaps uncomfortable with the tension between you and Nayeon, had excused herself to head back to the hotel and catch up on some work. 

 Before she left, Jihyo briefed you on the plan she had hatched with Nayeon’s assistance,  whom she had met and befriended at some point in the years since you and Nayeon had broken up. Nayeon was now working in law enforcement as a criminal profiler; a masters’ degree in psychology, it appeared, was a highly sought after qualification for someone working in law enforcement.

 “I’m here to meet with a fellow law enforcement officer who needs my assistance with a case,” Nayeon answers.

 “And that’s it? You must’ve known she’d been assigned to our case. JYP’s case. You knew I still worked there. You should have told me.”

 “Maybe,” she admits, folding her arms in front of her before tapping on her chin with one finger as if pretending to be deep in thought, “...Maybe she did mention at some point that JYP would be involved. But that doesn’t really matter to me. And why would I need to tell you? You and I don't know each other anymore.”

 Her last statement angers you more than you thought it would. The look on her face hurts you more – that look of contempt and disdain, as though you were some insect that had the gall to step in front of her path. She is a little older now, that cute, naïve student tempered somewhat with the experience and grace of a young woman – but there are still traces there, still hints of the girl you knew and loved… which made her tone all the more hurtful, because they were words you never thought you'd hear come out of lips you once treasured.

 “So that’s it? You’re just going to pretend we didn’t happen? You're gonna show up out of the blue one day and pretend we weren’t together?”

 “Far from it. I'm not gonna deny that we have history. I knew you once. I loved you once. I don’t anymore.”

 “Nayeon-“

 “It’s in the past,” she interrupts, the annoyance fleeing from her face and being replaced with what seemed like honest contempt, “we were young and stupid. You had a dream you wanted to chase and so did I. So we went our separate ways. We’re better people now because of it.”

 Silence lingers in the air for a few tense moments. She was the last person you expected to see tonight – you had resigned yourself to never seeing her again given what passed between you two a few years ago, and you'd not talked or even emailed each other since then. To see her again suddenly, out of the blue, was overwhelming - but to have her react the way she did to you only intensified the shock of her reappearance.

 “So that’s it, then,” you state slowly, “we’re going to pretend we’re strangers.”

 “Yes,” Nayeon answers, her tone firm, as though she had no doubt whatsoever that that was what she wanted.

 You take a moment to consider her answer. It was more hurtful to you than you had thought it would be. You nod softly in understanding, although it is almost as much to convince yourself as it was to convince Nayeon.

 “Fine,” you finally say when you gathered the necessary amount of composure, “…fine. When this trip is over and we regroup in Seoul, we’re just strangers again. Nothing more.”

 “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

 “Good,” you snap, although the single syllable hurts you to say. You give her one last look before turning away to flag down a cab, doing your best not to turn around and look at her again – the same way you did many years ago. History repeated itself.

 Unbeknownst to you, history repeated itself for her as well – although this time, she was able to wait until she had returned to her hotel room before she let the tears overwhelm her.

 ---

 “I had no idea you knew her.”

 You don’t have any reason to believe otherwise, and so you take Park Jihyo’s words at face value. How could she have known otherwise, afterall?

 “It looked like you guys had history, though,” she continues, “and I don’t want to pry, unless you feel that filling me in would be beneficial in some way.”

 “She’s an old flame,” you begin, seeing no harm in giving Jihyo some context, “one I never thought I’d see again. It was a bit of a shock seeing her. But I wouldn’t be too concerned… I won’t let our history be an issue,” you finish, although you had to admit you weren’t sure whether you were trying to convince her or you.

 Jihyo gives you a look, her large eyes covered by the large lenses of the sunglasses she was wearing, but you could tell by the bend in her eyebrows that she didn’t completely believe you.

 You had to admit it was a little difficult to keep your eyes focused on her face - as beautiful as the young detective was - when the rest of her was clad in a rather scant white bikini, laid out on a poolside deck chair. You were on your way back from lunch with Momo and Sana when you came across Jihyo catching some rays, and so you grabbed a beer from the nearby pool bar and took a seat on the pool chair next to hers and decided to set the record straight about you and Nayeon.

 “Well if it won’t be an issue… spill the deets. Was she a girlfriend or just a fuckbuddy? You seem to collect those like Pokemon,” Jihyo asks as she turns onto her side, propping her head up with her hand. You had to admit the delicious looking cleavage formed by her new position was more than a little distracting, her large, perfectly formed breasts stacked atop one another.

 “She was… a girlfriend. A long term one.”

 “Ooooooh.” Jihyo says, suddenly curious, “what happened? If you don’t mind me asking.”

 “This job happened,” you answer, “I was offered a position at JYP after graduation. She couldn’t leave her graduate program at school. And so I left town, she stayed, and we broke up.”

 Jihyo frowns a little.

 “I’m sorry to hear that. That must have sucked.”

 “Yeah,” you admit as you take another swig of your beer, “but whatever. It’s in the past now.”

 “And now you have a gorgeous new girlfriend and a new little harem of little girls to fuck at will,” Jihyo says flatly. You detect more than a little derision in her tone, one that catches you off guard.

 “You don’t approve, detective?”

 “I didn’t say that,” Jihyo says quickly, “It’s the fact that they’re all little girls that I find... a little beneath you.”

 You bristle at her implication.

 “What? They’re all in their twenties-”

��“That’s not what I meant,” she answers, turning once more until she is on her back again, “I’m not referring to age. It’s that so far you’ve been fucking girls. And not women.”

 You suddenly catch on to the slight hint of seduction in her voice, and your initial surprise at her forwardness quickly fades away.

 “What are you implying, Jihyo?”

 Jihyo gives you a look, a sly smile appearing on those full lips of hers. She shrugs cutely.

 “I’m just saying I bet fucking a girl is easy. I bet you don’t have to do very much to make them cum. I bet you just give them a little touch, a little lick, and suddenly they’re quivering little messes. And that’s before you actually fuck them.” 

 You are a little taken aback by her sudden insults, even if they were only half in jest.

 “I mean, yeah, when you and Momo and I had our little party in Seoul it was fun… but it was also because Momo’s dildo was in my ass while you were in my pussy. I wonder if it had been as good as it was it was just you?”

 “On behalf of the girls and myself, I feel a little insulted, detective.”

 Jihyo sits up from the pool chair and swings her long, naked legs around until she is fulling facing you.

 “If you want an apology, you’ll have to fuck it out of me.”

 Jihyo leans forward and snatches the beer out of your hand before taking a long swig. Then she stands and grabs you by the wrist before standing and leading you away.

 ---

The temperature, the woman atop your lap - everything about it was hot.

 Even on a surface level she was already more woman than the others, with her perfect curves - her large breasts, those full thighs, and that round, plump butt of hers. It was a body that was earned with many long hours in the gym, toned with muscle but still full and curvy where it counted. You knew for a fact that Momo, Jeongyeon and a few of the others were older than her, but she already seemed more mature, more woman than they did.

 Jihyo had divested herself of her bikini top almost as soon as you entered the sauna, leaving her most delicious assets - those gorgeous, perfect breasts of hers, exposed to your hungry hands, mouth, and tongue.

 Your tongue finally leaves her erect, stiff nipple and you lean back against the sauna wall, taking a moment to savor the sight of her as she writhed atop your lap, your ministrations on her chest building the pleasure steadily within her body. Sweat dripped generously from her in the heat of the sauna, lending her tanned, perfect body a glistening appearance even as it gave her skin a delicious saltiness.

 You reach for the beer that she stole from you from where it laid on the bench next to you, but Jihyo grabs it first, bringing the bottle to her lips - before, with a sly, devilish smile, she tips the bottle over, pouring the light amber liquid all over her chest.

 It might have been the sexiest thing you’d seen all week - and you’d seen plenty of lust and desire over the past few days. You watch, enraptured, as the beer flows over her generous mounds, over her stiff nipples, and finally down onto her firm, flat stomach. This woman was intoxicating - now literally, as much as metaphorically.

 You already knew that she loved it when you went down on her breasts, and you dive right back in, capturing her left mound in your mouth, your tongue enjoying the taste of her sweat and the slight bitterness of the beer - it was so sexy, so utterly succulent, that you found yourself losing a little bit of your control as you feast on her ripe, young body.

 “Oh, fuck… fuck… you like… my tits, don’t you?”

 “Fuck yes,” you manage to get out as you continue to slurp the alcohol from her chest with long, wide licks, “you’re fucking delicious, Jihyo.”

 “Mmmm… I love when you suck them… I love it more when you fuck them.”

 Jihyo quickly hops off your lap and drops to her knees before you. You knew what was coming, had experienced it before - but as she almost rips your shorts off your body and presses her large orbs around your stiff shaft, you knew nothing could prepare you for the pleasure that was about to come.

 Nothing could compare to it - none of the girls you’d been with recently was as well endowed, and so none could even try to compare - and it was altogether different than their other orifices. It felt so warm, so hot. So perfect.

 Jihyo lets a soft moan out of her lips as she wraps your shaft with your breasts, the action evidently pleasuring her just as much as it did you. Your gaze is locked to her large eyes, glazed with pleasure, as she presses her breasts together with her hands, finally trapping you with her chest, before she slowly begins to move the mounds of flesh up and down around your cock.

 When she last gave you a titfuck in Seoul her breasts had only saliva, hers and yours, to lubricate your shaft - but now, with the ample sweat on her skin from the hot sauna, and the beer she had poured on herself moments before, her breasts felt better than ever. 

 “Oh, fuck,” you groan, trying to find some sort of release from the pleasure quickly spiking up from your crotch as Jihyo takes you in and out of her cleavage. You watch as Jihyo’s hands, which were pressing her breasts together, move towards the front of her chest, allowing her to pinch her own nipples with her thumbs and index fingers.

 “Oh, fuck,” she echoes as you continue to fuck her breasts, “fuck, that feels so good.”

 You watch as Jihyo continues her work, watch those large, perfect eyes on that innocent face, so twisted now with lust and need - a juxtaposition added to by the fact that just below that innocent face, she was wrapping her breasts around your cock, the tip and head of it poking out between the large mounds with each thrust into her delicious, wet, hot cleavage.

 You knew you wouldn’t have lasted long, and you knew you owed her from the last time you fucked her breasts in Seoul, when you got off but she didn’t - and so you stop her, slowly lifting her hands from her breasts, relishing one more time in the sight of your hard shaft between her mounds before slipping from the bench and falling to your knees. Jihyo takes the hint and rises from her knees and swapping positions, spreading her legs wantonly as she sits down on your former position.

 She looked like an absolute feast sitting there, her sweaty, wet body making her glisten from head to toe - sweat and beer, but by her crotch, a third liquid - her slick, wet juices.

 You peel her drenched bikini bottom from her hips and, without wasting another moment, devour her. 

 Your mouth on her crotch drives Jihyo crazy, if the loud gasp that leaves her throat is any indication. Just as she didn’t waste any time with you, you don’t with her - quickly you are giving her long, slow licks from bottom to top with the flat of your tongue, before finally settling on her exposed clit and swirling the tip of it around the hard little bud, enjoying the bittersweet taste of her juices in your mouth as you feast on her. Her warm, sticky thighs wrap themselves around your face, and you are happy to bury yourself between them, happy to devour the delicious, mouthwatering flesh of her body.

 “Oh...oh, fuck! You eat me so good,” Jihyo gasps, her voice given new tone by the pleasure coursing through her body. You wonder, absentmindedly, if she were a good singer, and whether she could reach an even higher note.

 You raise your right hand to her opening and slip your middle and index fingers inside her, her wet, slick flesh parting easily for your questing digits as they curl upward, quickly finding and scratching that wonderful patch of flesh at the front of her pussy.

 The sound that leaves Jihyo’s lips tells you that yes - she was capable of an even higher note.

 You smile, devilishly - even as you continue to devour her, your lips locked around her swollen bud as your tongue teases it a little rougher, and your fingers continue to scratch her g-spot with your fingertips, swirling in random circles against her most sensitive areas.

 Soon Jihyo orgasms - one that built quickly and takes her completely by surprise. Her body twitches, quivers and writhes on the bench as the pleasure completely overwhelms her, and you can just barely hold on to her wildly shaking thighs, struggling to keep your mouth locked onto her crotch as she squirms.

 “Oh my… oh my god,” she says, her orgasm still coursing through her veins, “Oh… oh god.”

 You smile devilishly to yourself, finally raising your mouth from her crotch and watching as her lust-addled body recovers, her perfect body still quivering. With the back of your hand you wipe some of her juices from your mouth, before licking it off, savoring the taste of her on your tongue.

 “Fuck me now,” she says with half-lidded eyes, “Show me how you really fuck.”

 Still kneeling, you bring your aching, rock hard shaft to her splayed, wet pussy - and you enter her with one firm, strong stroke, burying yourself inside the tight flesh of her body.

 Jihyo lets a long, drawn-out moan out as she is filled with your cock, her moan soon turning into a long string of pleasurable sounds as you begin to fuck her, her thighs open and spread as you begin to fuck her quicker and with stronger thrusts - not roughly, not fucking like an animal like you did with Seolhyun or Tzuyu - but firmly, making sure she felt each entry and exit in and out of her tight, young body.

 You delight in the sight of it - of those perfect curves of her, those large round breasts and her full, flush thighs as they bounce and quiver with each thrust. Her large eyes are still half-lidded with pleasure, still locked on yours, still warped and corrupted with lust. You loved every moment of it, savored each sensation sparking between your hot, wet bodies.

 “Oh!” she moans, “Oh fuck, you fuck me so good. Yes! More!”

 You quicken your pace, truly hammering and pounding her now - but not wildly, still ensuring each thrust is firm and strong, enjoying the sight of her being rocked with each entry into her body. For a few long minutes you fuck her like that, but her rising gasps and moans, and her demands for more, drove you to action.

 “You want more… don’t you?”

 “Yes! More… Fuck me more… I want more!”

 You give her one last, firm thrust, burying yourself as deep inside her as you could, bending forward until you are almost face to face. Jihyo reaches up with her hands and captures your face in her palms, kissing you passionately, her tongue quickly pressing itself against yours.

 “If you want more,” you hiss as you tear your lips from hers, “then you’ll get it.”

 Your gaze drifts down, past her wet, sweaty body, to where your shaft is impaled inside her. You pull it slowly out, both of you watching intently as your slick cock leaves her body. You straighten your back, and, shifting slightly to ensure you were lined up, press the head of your cock against her asshole.

 Jihyo gasps softly in surprise as the head of your cock touches her other opening - but the look quickly gives way to the lust that was overriding her senses. You watch, intently, as she bites her lip, and gives you the slightest nod.

 It is all the invitation you need, and with firm, steady pressure, you push forward, and penetrate her ass.

 You’d not had her ass before, even if you were inside her when it was last taken by Momo - a memory that still gave you quivers of pleasure when you remembered it. But now, as you enter her ass for the first time, you couldn’t help but close your eyes involuntarily as her tight, hot flesh wraps around your shaft. It was almost too much to handle.

 But the fierce, strong look in Jihyo’s eyes is enough to remind you that you had a point to prove. She had challenged you, had challenged your sexual prowess - and you found yourself wanting to prove her wrong.

 Slowly, but with the same firm, strong strokes you gave her when you were in her pussy, you fuck her ass, each thrust long, slow, and powerful. Jihyo takes a little time to get used to it, but when she does she soon becomes a mess of pleasure as the pounding of your shaft drives her to new heights of pleasure.

 Fucking her pussy had already begun to dismiss any doubts she had of your prowess - fucking her ass had now confirmed it.

 “Fuck,” Jihyo hisses, drawing out the word into a long moan as you continue to pump in and out of her ass. Her fingers turn into claws and dig into your shoulders, seeking some outlet for the pleasure coursing through her loins. The sight of her wet, hot pussy, its lips still splayed slightly open from your recent fucking, was utterly beautiful - a sight made all the more enrapturing by the sight of your hard shaft pumping in and out of her ass, just beneath its wet, pink lips.

 “Oh god… oh god, you’re so big in my ass,” she gasps.

 “You like it in the ass, don’t you, Jihyo?”

 “Yes… Yes! Oh, fuck!”

 “You like… being fucked like this? Being taken and fucked like this?”

 “Yes! Oh god… Mmmm! You’re… you’re gonna make me cum again!”

 “Fucking cum then, Jihyo… Cum on my cock in your ass,” you hiss, savoring the feel of having met her challenge, having made her cum twice now, having shown her that you could fuck a woman like she wanted to be fucked.

 “Oh… oh god! I’m gonna cum!”

 Jihyo’s body is wracked with pleasure as she orgasms, the constant, strong pounding of your hard shaft in and out of her ass causing irresistible spikes of pleasure to course throughout her veins. She is soon a quivering, writhing, wet and hot mess on the bench - much the same way she had described the other girls you’d fucked. The realization of it satisfied you - you’d convinced her, finally, and now it was time to get your own.

 “I’m gonna fucking cum,” you admit, the words a hiss - although you hadn’t been inside her for too long, her ass was too much, too hot, too tight around you.

 “Fucking cum… wherever you want! Just cum… Cum for me!”

 You pound her with fierce, strong strokes, wanting to savor every moment that you were inside her ass before the end finally came. You consider cumming inside her, filling her with semen, but the thought of covering that drenched, slick body of hers with yet more wetness was just too overwhelming. 

 Just as you reach your peak, you pull your shaft from her body, and with just a few quick strokes from your right hand, you cum hard, your semen spraying from your shaft in long, thick streams, landing on Jihyo’s torso in long, wet streaks.

 The look on Jihyo’s face is one of pure lust as the thick streams land wetly onto her neck, breasts and flat stomach. She was sweaty and wet already, and the semen only added to her glistening, messy body, her perfect curves now drenched with sweat and beer and cum.

 You fall over her body, finally exhausted by the session and by the heat of the sauna, your arms keeping you upright on the bench.

 “So where’s my apology, detective?”

 Jihyo captures a stream of your semen from her breast, bringing it to her tongue and swirling it around her mouth, as though she were sampling some delicacy.

 “I’m just sorry we didn’t fuck sooner.”

 ---

 "Say it ain't so, Mina," Momo says, giving voice to the thoughts of everyone nearby.

 Miyoui Mina looks up from her luggage as she hands it off to the waiting taxi driver. The entirety of your team had gathered at the resort's entrance to see her off.

 "Boss's orders," she begins, a hint of sadness in her usually steady, clear voice.

 Mina had informed everyone at the morning meeting, the final one before the end of the Hawaii vacation, that she had been reassigned to oversee JYP legal operations in Europe.

 "Gee, I'll miss you guys too," Choa pipes up from behind you, where she is struggling with a large pink luggage carrier. Tzuyu and Seolhyun rush over to help her, the Taiwanese girl grabbing her carry on luggage while Seolhyun takes over the carrier.

 "Aww, unnie," Sana says, greeting the older girl with a hug, "we'll miss you too."

 Like Mina, Choa had been reassigned to Europe as well, but not without some resistance on your part - she was an invaluable member of your team, and you were loathe to lose someone with her logistics management skills. But JYP needed someone to head up the Europe contingent, and Choa's years of working under your tutelage made her more than qualified. It took some convincing, but JYP eventually managed to get you to let her go.

 "My first task will be hiring a personal assistant to carry all my stuff," she states, somewhat exasperated by the amount of physical effort it took to haul her luggage down from her room.

 "We'll miss the two of you," you begin, "but we know you'll kick ass over there."

 "You bet your ass we will," Choa says confidently, "but my only regret is that we won't be around to help you track down Irene and bring down SM."

 "She'll pay for what she did to us," Jeongyeon says with an edge in her voice, "I promise you that, unnie."

 Choa gives the younger Korean girl a soft, long hug. The two had been through a lot together, and had become good friends. You could tell the news of her departure had hurt Jeongyeon the most. Soon the smiles turn to tears in her eyes, and Choa hugs her tighter and strokes her hair in response as she tries to soothe her younger friend, whispering words of comfort into her ear.

 "Take care of this one," Mina says with a nod towards Momo as she approaches you while the others congregate around Choa to give her goodbye hugs, "she can be quite the handful."

 "I know," you answer. Your girlfriend squeezes your arm in response.

 "You take care of yourself," Momo says to Mina, "I mean that."

 "I will," Mina answers, before opening her arms to Momo and giving her a hug.

 "Go get her," Mina says as she comes close to you for a hug, "get Irene. Bring her down," she adds, a hint of seriousness and gravity in her words that you weren't used to hearing. She had always had a demure, aloof nature to her that some people mistook at coldness - but in truth she had a soft, warm side to her as well that you were fortunate enough to have been able to witness.

 "We will," you answer into her ear.

 Mina eventually frees herself from your arms, and giving you one last smile that carried a little more emotion than you had ever seen from the Japanese girl, she turns to say goodbye to the others. Momo joins her.

 "It's been a real ride, hasn't it?" Choa asks as she approaches you. You had dreaded this moment since you first heard the news of her departure; Choa had been the rock on which the rest of your team was built, and to lose her was to lose a big part of what made your team tick.

 "It has. It won't be the same without you."

 "I'm sure you'll find someone to take over for our afternoon meetings," she says with a sly smile on her lips, turning her head to nod towards the waiting taxi, where Tzuyu and Seolhyun are still struggling with stuffing the large pink plastic luggage carrier into the trunk.

 "Maybe," you admit, "but no one as good as you."

 Choa smiles, her round face and bright smile beaming in the early morning light.

 "Thank you, Choa. You were the best team member I could ever ask for. And you were an even better friend."

 "I know," she agrees, adding a cute wink for emphasis, "I'm pretty awesome."

 "You are."

 Choa smiles, looking away off into the distance as she tries to choke back tears. Eventually she gives up altogether and throws herself into your arms as she begins to sob, wrapping her arms around your neck. After what seemed like more than just a few minutes, she lets you go and steps back, but keeps her arms on your shoulders.

 "Promise me, if you're ever in Europe, that we'll have a meeting. In the afternoon."

 "I promise," you say with a smile, struggling yourself to not let your emotions get the better of you. Choa steps back, finally, and looks towards the group of girls that are trying to simultaneously wish Mina good luck in Europe and while trying to find a way to stuff Choa's massive pink luggage into the trunk of the taxi.

 "And promise me... promise me you'll find someone that makes you happy."

 You are a bit taken aback by her statement, but the look in her eyes tells you all you need to know. Of all the girls you'd known, she knew you best, knew all about your history and the trials and tribulations you'd had with each of the young women in your life. 

 You also noticed that she decided not to mention Momo specifically, despite the fact that she clearly knew you were in a relationship with her. Was it her way of saying something without saying it? Was she giving you advice again, even now when she was about to leave your life indefinitely? You feared the days to come - days without her guidance and steady friendship.

 "I promise," you answer, finally.

 "Promise I'll get an invite to the wedding?"

 You giggle a little bit at the idea of getting married, when it was the furthest thing from your mind. But whenever it happened, you knew Choa had to be there. 

 "You'll be the first on the guest list."

 Choa and you share one last sad smile together before she turns and joins Mina at the waiting taxi. With one last exaggerated bow, she enters the waiting vehicle. Mina joins her after a brief, classy goodbye wave, and soon Park Choa and Miyoui Mina depart to start a new chapter in their lives.

 When their taxi is beyond sight, the girls slowly begin to turn and return to their rooms for their last night at the resort. Momo takes your hand, and with a soft smile on her beautiful face, she walks back to your room with you, where you share one last night together.

 The next day would see you return to Seoul to re-face Irene and SM. You knew that Nayeon would be there too, and that you’d have to confront the feelings of Sana and Jeongyeon sooner rather than later. Choa and Mina’s departure left holes in your team that you’d have to fill, either with your existing staff or perhaps by recruiting new members.

 But that could all wait until tomorrow; for now you were content to find bliss in sleep, spending one last night in paradise.

[sebbybooks]

Our Vintage Summers(PT3)

Sebastian Stan x Fanfiction

"All I need is to remember

how it was to feel alive."

-Aurora

My eyelids were heavy as I tried to flutter them open. Slowly my vision came back to me as the blurbs of light and shapes began to take on real form. I had to steady my breath careful not to let my nerves takeover because it took me a while to adjust to my surroundings to figure out where I was and how I ended up back in this old bedroom of mine. I stared mindlessly up at the ceiling watching the cracks that formed around the dandelion shaped crystal chandelier that once radiated the most calming ambient light. As I stare at it now I see that it is nothing more than a hideous piece of architecture from my hellish childhood. Memories began to accompany the pain then right on time images of Sebastian fading into nothing flashed through my brain.

I jolted myself forward when realization finally kicked in but my attempt to get of out bed was short lived. I was met with a stabbing pain that shot through my head at full force that made me wince. I squeezed my eyes shut feeling like at any minute I was going to be sick. You would think I took a nasty beating to the skull from how badly it hurt.

I couldn't move the lower half of my body if I wanted to. I was tightly tucked underneath the duvet that I was burning up under. I laid there immobile and in misery. I couldn't call out for anyone all of my energy felt depleted and I was starting to feel dizzy on top of it. The thoughts in my head wouldn't slow down as they danced around taunting me. The only face I wasn't able to escape belonged to the one person that made me feel like I was going completely insane. Hell, maybe I was going a little mad. There was no way what I saw was real. How could I explain seeing a person vanish before my very eyes? The short answer was I couldn't.

Suddenly the door to the bedroom shot opened I was able to lift my head to look to see who had entered. Quickly coming over to the bed I saw out of the corner of my eye it was my sister Anya. The look of concern she wore on her face quickly diminished when she looked down and saw that I was conscious.

"You're awake!" She whispered. Anya's pinched expression was replaced with a toothy smile. "You had us worried sick Sia. Justin just found you face down on the kitchen floor." I could hardly find it in me to speak so I just let out a exasperated sigh in response. She brushed through my hair gently with her hand careful not to press down on my head too hard, brushing my hair away from my face. I was grateful for that because my hair was starting to cling to my skin. It felt like I was getting hotter and hotter by the second I needed a fan or a window to be let open. I feared I might be at risk of passing out again.

"Jesus Sia you are burning up." Anya said finally stating the obvious as she flipped her hand back and forth over my forehead. I used all the energy I had to raise my hand to motion that I needed air. "Let me go get you an ice pack and turn the AC up." She said as she started to turn around to leave.

"Anya." My voice came out like a croak.

"Yeah sis?"

I had to move my tongue around in my mouth a few times to get a bit of moisture flowing. My throat was so incredible hoarse I could hardly understand my own voice. Plus it pained me to even move my jaw in the slightest. I needed to know so I used all that I had to say his name. "Sebastian?"

Her brows furrowed in confusion as she looked back at me like I had a horn coming from the center of my forehead. Thinking she didn't hear me I attempted to utter his name again. This time she reacted as if I was the one confused. "Sia you hit your head pretty hard now you're just saying random names. Maybe Remi was right and we need to call an ambulance."

I began to pull myself up, but again quickly regretted it. "Anya where. . . where did he go?"

Standing in the middle of the doorway. "Where did who go?" I could hear the genuine frustration laced in her tone.

"Sebastian?" I spoke his name like I was unsure of who I was referring to myself.

Defeated she stared back at me with pity and worry in her eyes. "We met a lot of people at grandma's funeral, but we don't know anyone by that name. The only people here with us is Justin, Remi, and Gavin remember? I'm going to give Dr. Thomas a call after all to see if he will come out and look at you just to be sure that you're ok." She huffed out as she pulled her cellphone from her back pocket.

I don't know why but my eyes began to cloud over with tears. "He showed up to the house tonight right as the storm rolled in." Listening to the sound of my own voice it sounded like I had an ugly cold. I could tell she was trying to ignore me. Despite how badly it hurt to talk I kept going. "We met him earlier on the beach Anya, mom introduced him to us. Sebastian told us that he knew our grandmother why aren't you listening to me?" As delusional and pathetic I must've sounded to top it all off I started to sob uncontrollably. It hurt to even puff out a breath of air. Wet hot tears rolled down my face. I was losing it.

"Hello Dr.Thomas this is Anya Foxwood, Nora and Keith's daughter. I am terribly sorry to be disturbing you this late I wouldn't have called if I didn't think it was an emergency." I began to block the sound of my sister as I reclined my tired body back onto the bed.

The rain that continued to pour down from the sky loudly started to pick up and beat against the windowsill. The drumming sound of thunder accompanied it in the background to add to the mix of noises. Teardrops pooled from the corners of my eyes. I was engulfed in an uncomfortable wave of sadness that I myself couldn't even explain. I didn't want to admit it but I swear it felt like my heart was crying out for him. Which was the strangest sensation I didn't even know him! I started to even second guess if he was real. An that all of this was just apart of a cursed day that refused to end.

I sank my body down further into the bed trying to hold on to the last details of Sebastian and I's conversation. I had this gut feeling about him that I had trouble deciphering if was good or bad. Yet, my wild emotions that jumped out in his presence urged me to quell any doubts that I had. Which was an unsafe mindset I found myself trapped in. He was on the verge of telling me something that he so desperately wanted me to know. Then shit went supernatural.

The room fell silent I didn't even notice when Anya stepped away. She closed the door closing off what little air I did receive. It felt like a sauna in here. I could barely catch my breath. I assumed the pain in my head was worsening because it started to feel like I was spinning, despite the fact I was laying completely still. In all honesty at the risk of sounding dramatic I was convinced in this moment I was dying. I've never had a migraine make me feel like my brain was hemorrhaging painfully slow. I wanted to scream out in agony but my throat felt restricted unable to call out for help. I barely could move a muscle and that was the scariest part of it all. I waited for it to get worse so it would finally be over. I had no choice but to accept whatever was to come freeing me from this torment.

Gasping for air at this point I closed my eyes thinking it would help bring me an inkling of comfort to ease my suffering. Almost on an instant my limbs began to feel more relaxed and a sense calmness washed through my body. I could feel rays of sunlight grazing every inch of my skin. Through my closed eyelids the lights grew brighter like I was laying under direct sunlight of some sorts. When I tried turning on my side I felt tiny grains of sand underneath me and that's when my eyelids shot open. Clearly I died or was dreaming. Somehow I ended up back on the beach

As I raised myself from the sand I looked around in confusion as I watched the strangers around me partake in the elements around them. Couples were strolling alongside the water, children were playing in the sand, families were huddled together smiling and laughing. I scanned the area around me all appeared normal, except something was definitely off.

Pushing myself up I had to quickly access my attire it felt like I was nearly naked. I was dressed in a blush pink high waisted polka dot bikini with a swim top that left none to the imagination. It didn't take long for me to pick up on the attention I was attracting. Mothers with their children stared back at me with disdain while their husbands were doing a poor job hiding the fact that they were skeevy. While it was apparent I stuck out like a sore thumb I noticed something about everyone's choice of modest swimwear and style. They all looked like they stepped out of a scene from a Fitzgerald novel.

A loud nervous laugh escaped from me and I quickly clamped my hand across my mouth. I could sense myself starting to panic, clearly I was experiencing a very realistic dream. I felt every sensation like it was happening in real time. Squinting my eyes from the bright sunlight I was slightly terrified to move and explore my new location. What startled me the most was the fact that I recognized exactly where I was. Spinning around on my bare feet in the hot sand the only thing that was familiar to me was seeing that my grandmother's house was still sitting on the sand dune up ahead.

"How in the hell?" I said aloud, my voice trailing off as I tried to screw my head on straight. The Victorian styled beach house was nearly unrecognizable. Its previous cold and uninviting essence on the outside was replaced with a great deal of decadency and warmth. There were no longer old vines that clung to every crevice on the house. Lively blue and violet hydrangeas adorned it instead as they climbed up the structure of the house. The dead shrubbery was replaced with vibrant yellow forsythia plants that lined against the house. On the front lawn children joyfully chased after a rabbit while men and women whose faces I didn't know were scattered across the front of the house engaged in a party. From the looks of it they were having a good time. All the years I've seen that house it never looked more alive.

"HEY LADY WATCH OUT!!" Before I could move fast enough to see who was shouting to get my attention I was taken out by a flying blue frisbee. Thankfully it missed my face but the thick plastic disc went straight to my neck knocking the wind out of me. Doubling over in pain I crouched down trying to stop my uncontrollable coughing attack. I gasped for air right as I noticed two sets of feet quickly pick up that weapon and take off running in a fit of laughter.

"Those little shits are you alright Miss?" By now surely I could recognize that voice which made my heart flip in my chest. I looked up as I brought my hand to massage the area of impact on my neck. "Sia?" Sebastian said my name carefully upon recognition.

I couldn't blink. If I did I was one hundred percent certain he would waste away again. He didn't look like he did when I last saw him in my grandmother's kitchen. Eyeing him I noticed that he was an exact replica of the man I saw in the photo I found. There was a sun kissed tan to him, his hair was shorter and tindruls of curls fell on his forehead. He was even dressed in the same opened buttoned white linen shirt and blue and white swim shorts. The more I noticed that the similarities were exactly the same my knees started to tremble and I was close to falling onto my ass until Sebastian reached out and grabbed me. Slightly tilted off balance he kept his arms arms secured around my waist so that I wouldn't fall down. I gave into my weight trusting that he would hold me steady. I no longer cared to try to rationalize what on earth was happening. I tipped my head back up at him still in utter disbelief , "You remember who I am?"

He looked down at me and I'm sure we mirrored the same shocked expression. "Of course I remember." Sebastian's chest was rising and falling at a fast speed. The grip he had on my frail frame tightened but it wasn't an uncomfortable feeling. He was holding onto me almost as if he was afraid to let go.

His focus never drifted away from my face which caused me to feel bashful underneath his affectionate gaze. For a minute I was concerned that he had gone mute, sensing what I was thinking he positioned me back on my feet backing away to put distance between us. Sebastian looked like he was fighting with himself to come near me again. My hands twitched just to touch any part of him. I was tired of fighting what I couldn't understand.Hiding my disappointment I looked away just long enough to catch my breath stealing a glance of the house once again. "I have been telling myself not to freak out, but I'm starting to fail miserably."

"None of this is going right." His shoulders were tense like he was unable to relax any muscle. It was visible that whatever was bothering him was making him upset. "I'm still trying to make sense myself, but for right now I need you to trust me so we can get you somewhere where she won't be able to find you like this."

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(A/N* Hi beautiful creatures! I know it's taken me a while to update this fic, for a minute I was unsure if I wanted to continue writing it. I promise not to take forever to upload the next part! Just an fyi If you had ever asked me to tag you the reason I didn't was only due to the fact it has been such a long time. Therefore I had it in the back of my mind you simply forgot about it (which is fine!). If you want to know when I post the next part just let me know and I'll happily do so! I hope you guys are having a wonderful day or night! If not I promise it'll get better😘)

[let-me-love-you-loki]

The Christmas that Wasn’t-Ch. 4

A/N: As always, written with the lovely @mox-made-me-do-it​

Chapter 4: Adam

           As we watched those beautiful women walk away hand in hand smiling and giggling, I looked to my buddy, the wheels turning in my head. I kept my voice down. “Ken, maybe I could sweet talk the desk into putting us close to them. You see if the concierge can set something up for dinner tonight. It will be nice to have friends to hang out with and those two are fun.”

           I looked back over my shoulder at the door where they were waving on the way to their bungalow. I grinned, giving them both the head-to-toe once over.

           “They’re pretty easy on the eyes, too.” Kenny rolled his eyes, even though I could see him watching them walk away just as I had. He’d had eyes for Leigh even on the plane. Even two rows back, we could hear them whispering and ordering their mimosas—one orange juice, the other mango. “OJ is definitely into you, man. And Mango is like a little hellcat. I'm not sure if they scare me or turn me on.”

           It didn’t shame me one bit to admit it, either.

           “Probably a little bit of both,” Kenny replied with a chuckle. “Mango gave me some tips earlier while you and OJ went to get drinks…. those two love each other fiercely.” The girls rounded the corner, and he looked kind of sad.

           As soon as the girls were out of sight, I clapped him on the shoulder. “Kenny, my friend, we have work to do.” I pushed him toward one end of the desk to take care of dinner.

           I stepped up to the desk agent, surprised to find myself nervous. “Hello ma'am, we need to check in. Name is Page. I uh…” I leaned toward the desk clerk and dropped my voice, flashing the most adorable and dashing smile I could muster. “I need your help. The two lovely young ladies that were just here, Ms. Mason and Ms. Keene? They’re in hut fourteen. Is there any way we could be close to them? They’re friends of ours. Please?”

           I bit my bottom lip and felt my brows lift just a little. It was an expression that had charmed enough women in the past. Hopefully it would work on her, too.

           “That shouldn't be a problem at all, Mr. Page.” She flashed a smile in return and began tapping away on the keyboard. After a moment, she glanced back up, brow furrowed. “Okay. Looks like there is one more overwater bungalow across from them. It's also a honeymoon suite. With an extra-large King bed with an unobstructed mountain view, daybed and hammock outside. Will that be ok? It's at the end of a pier as well.”

           “Also a honeymoon suite?” I repeated, fighting the urge to glance toward where the girls had disappeared. What’s the story there, Mango? “That will be fine, I guess. I already planned to sleep on the hammock. Two keys please.”

           She smiled and nodded. “Did you want to add the same dining package as the ladies? It will cover all your food and drink. We highly recommend it as it makes your stay a little more streamlined.”

           “Sure. Just make sure you got plenty of Diet Coke for this one,” I replied, chuckling and jerking my thumb toward Kenny.

           She laughed. Ah, the charm still works, Hangman. “Very good, sir. Luke will take you to your room.”

           The desk agent handed me our keys with a smile. A guy stepped up behind me. His name was on a brass plate on his chest. After a quick word, Luke took our luggage to the bungalow and gave me directions. Then I sidled up next to Kenny.

           “I assume you offer room service and can set up a private dinner for four?" Kenny asked, his voice a strangely quiet. The agent at the concierge desk nodded with a smile. I glanced at his nametag. Marco.

           “Of course, Mr. Omega. We can take care of anything you desire. Would you like dinner close to your bungalows?” The concierge took up a pen and pad, taking detailed notes. Kenny nodded. “May I suggest dinner at eight? Your dining plan will cover all of your food and drink and you will have a beautiful view of the sunset."

           “That sounds perfect.” Kenny looked up, his hand running through his curly hair. “Could you also make a huge tray of cut fruit—mostly mango, pineapple, strawberries and oranges—and send it with a bottle of the best champagne you have to the ladies in bungalow fourteen?”

           The concierge scribbled. “Absolutely. Would you like some melted chocolate dip in the tray as well?”

           My buddy nodded. “Can I borrow a pen and paper to write a note?” I looked over his shoulder as he scrawled a message for them.

OJ & Mango,

We hope the fortune teller didn't warn you against guys bearing fruit. We’ve arranged dinner tonight in the gazebo if you would like to join us at 8. Hope to see you soon.

Curls & the Cowboy

           “Look at you, Omega. There’s a romantic beneath all those muscles.” He thumped me hard in the ribs.

           “Okay, dinner is all set up for you, Mr. Omega. The fruit and champagne will be sent to hut fourteen. They should receive it in about forty-five minutes. Do you have any special requests for food or drinks for the night? Or would menu service be acceptable?"

           “Menu service is fine. You, Marco, are amazing. You’ve just made two people really happy.” Kenny grinned. “Thanks again.”

           “I’m sure the ladies will be more than happy, sir.”

           The concierge stepped away to get everything organized. “Did you get tonight set up?” I asked as he turned around smiling. “Oh, here’s your key. Number thirteen.”

           “Yeah, they’ll deliver the fruit and champagne in about forty-five minutes. And we have dinner reservations tonight at eight in the gazebo closest to the room. They’ll take care of everything.” Kenny looked incredibly proud of himself.

           I threw my arm around his neck. “So, you wanna go listen to the girl's reaction? I bet they’re screamers,” I said with a nudge and a wink. "Hopefully, they don't see us.”

           Kenny’s eyes went unfocused and I smirked. I knew exactly where his thoughts had gone, and I couldn’t blame him. There was something about those girls… Allie reminded me of a wild mare. All spirit and will and wild. Just thinking about her was gave me a rush. She was beautiful.

           And I could only imagine what it might be like to have her alone and in my arms.

           “We’re here,” I said, popping my key into the door. We had a few minutes to take a load off before the fun really began.

           The bungalow really was something. Two bathrooms, a huge living space, a bar, closet (where Luke had deposited our bags), and a deck that had a day bed, stretch hammock, small infinity pool, swimming dock, lounge chairs, and a covered table with a nice look at the nearby mountain. I whistled through my teeth.

           “Jesus, no wonder this thing is so damn expensive. It’s a fucking house.”

           Kenny stood at the end of the giant bed looking out a window that was so big and so clear I almost didn’t think there was glass there. “What’s your plan, Hangman?”

           I was already elbow deep in the minibar. “Cop a squat on the deck outside. The girls are in the bungalow thataway,” I said, sticking out my right arm. “We can listen in from the railing.”

           We ended up in the loungers with our sunglasses on while we waited. Jesus Christ, it was hot as hell. I’d kill to get in the water. But first there were two gorgeous girls who needed wooing.

           I heard the words “room service” from the girls’ bungalow and slapped Kenny hard in the chest. “Here we go.”

           We went to the railing closest to their bungalow and leaned over as far as we dared. Luckily, they had the door onto their deck open. Leigh’s voice floated out on the breeze.

           “Oh, there’s chocolate dip, too! And champagne. Als, come have some.”

           “Give me a mango with some chocolate,” Allie’s voice replied. A second later, there was giggling. “C’mere, you’ve got chocolate down your chin.”

           I elbowed Kenny, waggling my brows. He punched me in the arm and put his finger to his lips.

           Allie continued, her voice getting louder as she got closer to the door. “There’s a note… Oh my God… Leigh, listen to this…” She read the note Kenny had included with our gift. “Curls and the Cowboy. He heard us in the ladies’ room!”

           I saw a flash of red in the doorway as Leigh walked by. “OJ and Mango? They were on the plane with us,” she said, breathless. Her next words were a high-pitched squeal. “They noticed us before we noticed them. Kenny noticed me! I could just die!”

           Allie laughed at her friend. I glanced over at mine and saw him grinning from ear to ear and turning pink.

           “They’ve invited us to dinner… sweet baby Jesus… are we going? Of course, we’re going! We are going, aren’t we?” I could just see it… Allie pacing back and forth, waving the note in the air.

           “Yes,” Leigh replied. “But we gotta pre-game. Remember the Zeta Tau rule for dating? Always eat dinner before you go to dinner. So you don’t look like a cow.”

           “Leelee, they’ve already seen us destroy loaded cheese fries and a cookie skillet. Not to mention a shit ton of mimosas on the plane,” her friend assured her. “We’re going to be ourselves. Now, let’s take this outside and enjoy it in the pool. I didn’t buy a new swimsuit for nothing.”

           Before we could move, they appeared on the deck. Leigh was carrying the tray of fruit, a black robe hanging open over a bright azure two piece and her still-braided hair over her shoulder. The top had a behind the neck strap. The bottoms were high waisted. She looked really good. Kenny made a choking sound, so I assumed he agreed. Allie was a few steps behind, two glasses and the champagne in her hands. She wore the same robe over a two piece of her own. Black with a strappy top that gave a healthy view of cleavage and bottoms like Leigh’s. Her hair was loose around her shoulders. God damn.

           Leigh looked up, catching sight of us staring. She elbowed Allie.

           “We weren’t eavesdropping,” Kenny stammered just as I said, “It was all his idea.”

           I had just enough time to see the girls grinning and blushing before the world went sideways and I landed with a hard splash in the sauna warm ocean.

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That First Meeting

Tommy Shelby x Reader

The reader meets the infamous Tommy Shelby on a night out.

Note: I had to re-upload this because something screwed up and overall being annoying. But I hope you enjoy this lol. It’s short but I enjoy a nice meet-cute fic. As always have fun and comments and feedback are encouraged ☺️

This is a most likely going to be a two-parter.

Warnings: none Word Count: 1430

You didn’t know anyone at this party. No one except your friend, Sarah, who is currently making her way over to you with flutes of champagne clutched in each hand.

You take the glass from her hand and bring it to your lips letting the coolness of the drink wash over you. It was incredibly hot in the cramped club, bodies all moving in different directions and their breath weaving together to create a sauna that is leaving your cheeks flushed.

“Do you know who is here?” Sarah leans forward to ask you. She has to almost yell because of the loud music.

 You shake your head before looking around to see if you can spot any familiar faces in the sea of people. “The Pope.” 

“No, you ass. The infamous Shelby brothers.”  She downs her drink in one swig. “Maybe you can catch ones’ eye and become the Queen of Birmingham.” 

You shove her shoulder playfully telling her to be quiet.

You don’t even know what they look like. Of course, you know who they are, people whisper about them enough and their caps with razor blades and smiles that are just as sharp. But you wouldn’t know one if he was standing right in front of you.

Getting up from the stool you were sitting on, you straighten your pale, blue slip dress you borrowed from Sarah. She insisted on it saying all your dresses were boring and not flashy enough.

You touch Sarah’s arm to get her attention. She turns from the handsome man who is no doubt enraptured with her. Sarah has always had an air about her that people always gravitate to. Of course, that includes you, having been friends for many years you consider her more of a sister than anything else.

“I’m going to the ladies room. I’ll be back in a few.”

 “Do you need me to go with you?”

You shake your head and begin your trek squeezing between couples who were pressed so close together that they are sharing alcohol infused breaths when all of a sudden, you are thrust up against someone. You feel big hands on your shoulders trying to steady you. He turns you around so you are away from most of the crowd, facing him.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to—” Your words are cut short when you meet the eyes of the most beautiful man you have ever seen. He has eyes so blue it puts the sky to shame. He is all lines and sharp edges that surely cut every girl who has been lucky enough to get close to him. He looked dangerous. Like it radiated from him.

He brushes it off, “It’s not your fault. No one watches where they are going anymore.”

“Aint that the truth.”

“But I would appreciate it if you stepped off my foot before you break it, love.”

You look down and sure enough, the heel of your shoe is right on top of his shiny black dress shoes. He is dressed in a fitted black suit that you can tell must have cost a fortune. You can see the slim muscles underneath his jacket. He was very handsome indeed.

“Oh yeah, sorry.” You move your foot and glance back at the man and he is looking at you with a soft smile. “I can be such a clutz sometimes. And by sometimes I mean all the time.”

He laughs and offers to get you a drink. You accept, your trip to restroom forgotten as you follow him to the bar.

He orders an Irish Whiskey and as you do the same he gives a quizzical look.

“What?” You question placing your hands on your hips. “A girl can like whiskey just as much as any man.”

He takes a long swig of his drink before saying, “I don’t doubt that. It’s just you look like the type to only drink the frilly stuff.”

You laugh, “I’ll try not to be offended by that. My first sip of alcohol was whiskey when my best friend Sarah and I hid under the kitchen table and drank from my dad’s bottle. He found us and we thought we were goners.”

“What happened?”

“He laughed himself silly, made us come out and said all we had to do was ask him and he would gladly share and he swore not to tell my mother, but I was so paranoid she would find out that I ended up telling her myself.”

After a few more minutes of idle conversation, he moves closer to you, his hand brushing your arm.  

“Are you going to tell me your name or are you keeping me in the dark all night?”

“Only if you tell me your name first.”

“Ladies first.” He challenges clearly enjoying this game between you. 

The alcohol must have completely taken over because you confidently put your finger to his lips and say, “Nuh huh. Not tonight, sir.”

The look he gives using what you can only call his bedroom eyes that most likely bring girls to their knees, his blue eye’s lazy gaze sweeping over you making you glad you let Sarah talk you into wearing this dress.

“I’m Tommy Shelby.”You snort and take another swig of your drink. “Of course you are. I’ve should have guessed.”

He gives you a questioning look.

You gesture to the people around you, noticing the looks from both men and women looking at you with caution or envy like they want to get you away from him or kill you for being the one to have snagged Tommy’s attention.

Tommy nods his head to a few of them before turning back to you. “Okay, your turn.”

You stick your hand out to him and say in the most distinguished voice you could muster, “You, Mr. Tommy Shelby, are in the presence of one Miss (Y/N Y/L/N).”

He grabs your hand and gives you a firm shake, the warmth of his hand spreading through you. When he lets go you immediately miss it.“A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”

“You flatter me, Mr. Shelby.”

“Tommy, please.” He tells you and looks just past your head.

You turn and follow his gaze and see a man with a big mustache grab another man by the collar of his shirt and slam him against the wall.

You can’t hear what he is yelling but his face is blood red with what you can assume is drunken anger.

“Dammit Arthur,” Tommy swears standing up from the barstool.

“Who is that?” You question grabbing the arm of his suit jacket.

 Tommy looks down at your hand and gently takes it in his own. “He’s my brother who knows how to ruin a nice evening.”

You chuckle and he brings your hand to his lips and kisses your knuckles, “You might want to go get him before—”

Your words are cut off when you see Arthur punch the man so hard you swear you can hear the crack of his nose. You can’t help but cringe at the sight of all the blood leaking out of it. “Too late.”

Tommy finally glances away from the escalating situation his brother is in who is now being crowded by the security guards trying to get him off the poor gentlemen.

His grip on your hand tightens and he leans down to whisper in your ear, “I want to see you again.”

His hot breath on your face sends shivers down your spine and all you can do is nod back at him.

He places a hot searing kiss to your cheek before turning to head in his brother’s direction.

“Wait, you don’t have my number.” You call out after him.

He turns back giving you a mischievous smile. “Don’t worry, I’ll get it.”

You are immediately reminded that the person you were just talking to— and shamelessly flirting with—is the man who has the entire town of Small Heath in his very expensive back pocket and could find out your entire life story before he even falls asleep tonight.

He is dangerous and that should scare you, but it doesn’t. Instead, a sense of excitement rushes over you as you search the room for Sarah.

You find her seated in the lap of the mysterious man from earlier. When she notices you she kisses the stranger on the nose and stands up.

“Where have you been? I have been looking everywhere for you. and why are you so giddy looking?” She inquired after seeing your expression.

You grab her arm and pull her closer to you before saying, “Yes, it looks like you were searching high and low, but Sarah, you will never guess who I just talked to.”

[alitheamateur]

The Grind-Chapter 7

The Grind-Chapter 7

I woke to the yellow shade of light sneaking through the bedroom window, thankful Ryan was courteous enough to grant me the day off so I’d be able to chase the unfolding action of the days before the fight. A barely conscious grumble paired with a drawn-out stretch woke the sleeping giant snoring into my armpit.

“Rise and shine, champ,” I ran slow fingers over the spread of his back.

Instantaneously, the smothered ring of his cell vibrated somewhere hidden in the wad of covers, and a patted hand smacked thoughtlessly over the bed in little effort to locate it. 

“Mac, what’s up, big guy?” Colton paused as his trainer spoke on the other end of the call. He was awake, but nowhere near alert as one eye still squinted and struggled with the bright light of the morning. “I feel good, man. I even squeezed in a good workout before bed last night too….” A boyish smile tossed in my direction, along with a flirtatious pinch to my bare bum. “Heat the sauna, and I’ll be there in an hour. I got the suit in my truck.”

He ended the call, and all too quickly rose to dress his beautifully naked body.

“What suit are you talking about?” I held myself up on my elbows watching him scurry around the room for his clothes.

“I was three pounds above weight yesterday, so gotta spend most of the day smotherin’ it off in the sauna suit. Get dressed, this’ll be good for your article. Cutting weight can get pretty intense.”

I threw on leggings with and oversized sweater for the sake of time, knowing I’d be home to dress more appropriately for the weigh-in later tonight. I foolishly offered him breakfast, tossing my yogurt in the trash to avoid tempting the hungry bear in my kitchen.

“I’ll only stay for bit. Just enough to get a good insight on the hot suit thing. But I don’t want to be in the way today, Colt. I know how important it is to get into the right headspace.” Although I would’ve indeed loved to spend the day at his every beckon call, helping to ensure he woke Sunday morning wearing the title of Middleweight Champion, I knew that wasn’t what he needed from me.

I didn’t think of it as insulting, it was just the man he was. Sure, most nights we’d spent together he showed me glimmers of a silly, love-sick boy. However, I knew truthfully that the vast part of his psychological make-up was compiled with mystery, angst, and a touch of outright danger. So mental preparation for an event as such was best suited alone. But, it was those flickers of brooding fury that aided in my interest in him to begin with.

“Thanks for understandin’, beautiful.”

 I waited outside the confines of the small sauna at the gym for nearly half an hour, talking with Mac about what exactly they’d have to put him through to shed those three pounds.

“He’ll have to swallow a few more gallons of water, then we’ll cut off the intake. He’s gonna be spending a lot of time in the pisser this morning, Miss Liv.” His trainer chuckled at the series of events that would take place, but we both understood the draining (quite literally) day Colton had ahead of him.

The sauna door swung open and Colton collapsed onto the cool of the floor, while I moved in panic to look him over, assuring he was still conscious.

“Liv, Liv. I’m fine, ‘ight. Just hot, okay?”

I instantly felt ridiculous for my overreaction, and stood to my feet, crossing my arms tightly around my chest. “Alright. I think that’s my cue to exit. You two have this covered. See you tonight, Colt!”

He didn’t rise from the ground, instead remained sprawled wearily where he’d fallen. “Hey you. I love ya’. See you soon, baby.”

I matched his line and waved to the pile of vast sweating flesh on the floor.

Secluded with my thoughts in the empty apartment was the last place on Gods green earth I needed to be, so I thought it wise to drive around with the sounds of a quiet radio. Lately, even amidst the newest developments in our relationship, I had found myself panged with the wonder of “where would we go from here?” Sure, the frequent time we were spending together had been made up of little work and mostly play, but I couldn’t help but linger over the idea that what we had was a fluke? I mean, if we’re being completely honest, I’m ashamed to say I even dwelt for a moment on the thought that maybe Colton was using me to get help with his glorified “big break.” The article, no matter the result of the events ahead, would spotlight him in a big way. Bad publicity is better than no publicity, ay?

I pounded the steering wheel with an open fist at my sheer absurdity. I knew he wasn’t the man to use anyone for his own selfish gain. There was nothing artificial about him. He was pure in the most tarnished way, and so raw. Real. Why couldn’t I just let myself bask in the high of being in love? Life was too painfully joyous right now to be such a lowly pessimist. The cascading echo of a car horn shook me from my pondering stupor, seeing the red light that halted me, now green. I eased onto the gas before the impatient imbecile behind me blew a gasket, and concluded it was best to head home after all.

Home led to a nap, giving me at least an hour of silence from the cynical whispers that had haunted me all morning. The screen of my cell read 4:33 when I shook myself awake, along with a message from Colton.

Colt: Your boy is down 4 pounds. Heading to the hotel with the guys now. See you soon babe.

Well, there was one lingering worry crossed from the list. He’d made weight. Well, as long as the scales at the official weigh in agreed. Next item on the agenda was to smash Mendez tomorrow night and go about our business. But, that task was in Colt’s hands. My next order of business was making myself presentable for the conference, and prepare any further questions I had for the fighters.

The “grooming” process always had a strange calming affect on me. The steam of the shower, the calculation of outfit choice, the precision of perfecting a subtle wing of eyeliner. Mind you, embracing the grueling duties of womanhood wasn’t something I did extremely often, but when I did, it was something I genuinely enjoyed. Plus, I knew the “business casual” attire would be a titillating distraction for my guy on the podium. He’d made countless suggestive comments when I would meet him after work for dinner adorning a simple fitted suit, that hinted at the highly aroused state the particular style caused him.

Tonight, I’d paired a khaki tailored chino pant with a simple, yet tastefully plunging cashmere sweater tucked in, with round toe, block heels. I wanted the look to still appear somewhat relaxed, so I pinned my hair into a soft ponytail. As I fastened my gold stud earrings in to complete the ensemble, a faint purplish bruise on the swell of my breast caught my attention. I bit my lip remembering the primal encounter with him the night before that had created the mark in question, which left me wanting to kiss him that very second. I settled for the next best available option and chanced trying to reach him on a facetime call. I rested knees crossed on the edge of the couch careful not to wrinkle my outfit, and waited for an answer. 

My mouth twitched slightly when he gracefully appeared on the screen.

“There she is.” He didn’t intend for the greeting to be one of a sultry manner, but the man just couldn’t help it, could he? Sex appeal simply secreted out of his very being.

“Hey you! I know you’re busy, but I just wanted to wish you luck! I won’t come at you with any questions that are too difficult tonight.” I winked with my tongue slightly poking from between a wide smile.

“Oh, I appreciate that. Those media suckers can be a pain in the ass sometimes.”

I let that one go, but not without narrowed eyes and a small “hmph” of displeasure. “Meet me back in my room after, baby? It’s 1893.”

I didn’t want to be pushy with him. It wasn’t the time to be developing a pining cling, seeing as he did maybe have a few things of slight importance going on in his life these days.

“If you say so, babe. Oh! By the way, I got a call from your mom today asking how you were since according to her, you’re dodging her calls?” Beth had reached out pre-nap to check in on “her boy”.

I found it nauseatingly endearing that this sweet woman raised one of the most hard-nosed, pensive creatures I’d ever met, yet in her eyes he was some innocent little quiet schoolboy.

“God, that woman,” he groaned, hands rubbed over his lidded eyes, sighing embarrassed.

“Little momma’s boy, aren’t ya’, Ritter. I’ll be sure to add that tidbit of info into my article.” I slipped a finger to my raised chin, tapping thoughtfully as if pondering an evil plot against him.

“Watch it, girl. I’m runnin’ on no food today. Best ya’ don’t poke the big angry cage fighter, yeah?”

I wanted to do way more than poke the big angry cage fighter, unbeknownst to him.

“Is that a threat, sir?” I’m sure my usual porcelain shade had taken upon a pinkish tone right before his very eyes.

He just shook his head left to right, snickering at my mouthy remark. “Wow, someone is feelin’ bold tonight I see. Be sure to bring that sassy mouth with ya’ to my room tonight then, deal?” His thick brows raised in hopeful questioning. “Listen though, sweetheart. I gotta get back to the guys. Thanks for the luck, Livvy!”

He ended our brief chat with that menacing, fluttery wink of his that he should just trademark & get on with it.

I threw a tweed coat over my shoulders and buttoned it over the bareness of my chest, journeying out into the Friday evening breeze.

Downtown was always expected to be a blustering mess on any given weekend, but this March weekend in particular brought out triple the chaos. I didn’t have the time, nor the least bit of patience to hunt for a parking spot in this sea of traffic, so I opted for valet instead, and admired the architectural elegance of the hotel when I wheeled under the awning.

The Omni William Penn Hotel was one of my favorites to look at in the city. A column-like brick design having such a classic grandeur like something from an episode of The Sopranos. It wasn’t modern or sleek like most newly built facilities here, rather it adorned harsh, loud colors and eccentric carpets. I shamelessly flashed my media badge to the security vastly surrounding the conference hall, and two heavy double doors opened to welcome me in. The ornate, high-ceilings enhanced the noise of muddled conversations throughout the smothered, crowded room. I was pleased that the event was drawing such interest throughout Pittsburgh, and judging by the number of bodies in the room, surrounding cities as well.

It seemed I had timed my arrival perfectly, allowing me to locate a seat just 4 rows from the platform. Of course, I chose the side nearest to Colton’s name plate placed on the banquet table lined with chairs. I could at least give myself that much, seeing as proximity in the room would be the only form of closeness we would be able to share with all the eyes in attendance. Sure, there were the handful of trusted confidants whom we had revealed the true nature of what was truly going on with our relationship. Mac, his parents, Andrew from the coffee shop witnessed some slight hand holding  here & there, and a few of the guys on his training team at the gym. To the rest of the world, Liv & Colton were no more than writer & subject.

Yes, we may have spent a tremendous amount of time together, but what dedicated journalist didn’t tumble entirely in their work and make it their mission to learn the ins and outs of her topic.  To Ryan, the staff at the Pilot, and strangers who spotted us at restaurants rarely, it just seemed as if I was extremely dedicated to my work. I wasn’t blind to the consequences that could come, along with the whispered insults, if my boss and the public got wind that we were sleeping together, and more. As much as I’d like to refer to myself as a thick skinned, I can admit that isn’t a quality I was bestowed with. The idea of my name being worked into lines such as “stops at nothing to climb a little higher on the latter,” or “no wonder she spoke so highly of him in her piece,” made the containments of my stomach climb up my throat. So for now, unfortunately, we had agreed to keep the love light hidden within the confines of family for now. As long as I had him though, I could rest my head easy at night. And I can with confidence say that Colton shared that same satisfaction.

The chattering of the room was silenced now only to the sounds of flashing cameras and the screeching feedback of a powering PA system, when league CEO Pete Multon graced center stage.

“On behalf of everyone at Professional Fighters Federation, I’d like to welcome you all to the official weigh-in for PFF 11. Let’s uh, get this started, shall we? I personally can promise you a great match between these two, and I look forward to seeing it all go down tomorrow night.”

I wondered if my neighboring reporter could hear the near pounding of my heartbeat. “Let’s welcome first, the challenger in this event who is extremely, extremely new to the circuit, but I’ve seen for myself the tremendous talent this kid brings to the table. Mr. Colton Ritter, ladies and gentleman.”

My eyes wondered erratically for a glimpse of him. I saw Mac step into view first, then his sparring partner I think he called Seth, a few other posse members I wasn’t particularly familiar with, and finally him. A plain white t-shirt, navy shorts resembling a sort of swimming trunks with gray stripes, and a baseball cap he’d turned rear-facing. He marched in barefoot with a powerful saunter, his face holding a taunting blank stare. Colton hated the attention. He was a fighter, and that’s precisely all he wanted to do. He held no interest in the added formalities of the job description and wasn’t about to paint on a fake façade that told otherwise.

He pulled out his designated assigned seat, and lowered himself to the table, shaking the hand of Pete as he did so. He dropped his eyes to folded, fidgeting hands he had rested across his middle-section and reclined comfortably back in the folding chair. The hat was a foreign choice of accessory for him from what I’d seen, but the boyish way it sat about him was one I very much enjoyed.

“Alright, now our current Middleweight Champion who most of you are very familiar with, Danny Mendez. C’mon out, Dan.”

The next entrance was nothing short of stomach-turning, over the top in characteristic Mendez fashion. As unprofessional and petty I’m fully aware this sounds, I couldn’t have cared less about the arrogant prick, so I pretty well tuned the next 3 minutes or so out. Danny had swaggered into the room, feeding furiously off the chants from the clan of goons riding his coat tails and the squealing groupies in the back row. I hadn’t taken my eyes of Colton. He lifted his head now, casually surveying the room, and I finally entered his range of sight.

Our eyes locked like a chaining deadbolt, and an almost painful excitement raged in my insides. His tongue swiped slowly over his cunning, half smiling lips and his right brow raised in mischief, he had the audacity to assault me with a lazy wink that I’m certain was intended more for the space between my legs than anything else. I jolted my look to the floor in a desperate attempt to hide the beaming shade of red on my cheeks. You could’ve cooked a full course meal on my heated, embarrassed face. His shoulders slightly shook in laughter at the state he’d instigated.

I had given him far too much control over me, and he had learned every little gear that made my body tick, using it fully to his advantage. But I myself had acquired my own arsenal of Colton Ritter kryptonite in the last months. I could melt that statue into putty if I so desired, and I thought after the weigh-in, I may decide to do just that. But for now, it was time to settle in with work.

I tapped the red recording button on my device and waited for the wave of questioning to swell. Mr. Multon made camp between the two wild animals in case one stroked the ego of the other in the wrong manner and the fight fell underway  early. As if he could’ve done a single thing to stop the likes of these two fellows.  

“Okay folks, everyone knows how this works. We’ll rotate back & forth between the guys for questions, and they’ll call on which of you to speak. So, let’s start with Danny to my right here.”

We were all familiar with the nature of how these conferences were organized, yet most buffoons just shouted their questions aloud hoping it would fall directly on the ear of their intended. Following my usual approach, I sat to take it all in for a few minutes before chiming in.  I suffered through roughly 15 minutes or so of mundane inquisition, then decided I should get in line for a shot at Colton & Danny before time was cut without me stepping up.

I went for Colton first as I knew I wouldn’t have any issue get called on. One forearm rested on the table top, the other hand smooshed to his cheek by a propped elbow, and he thinned his eyes to gaze about to gallery. My hand was raised politely, and he passed over me at least twice, getting off on my heightening annoyance.

“Uhhhhhh, lemme see. Okay, ummmm..you. Ms. Elliott, is it?” He would pay for that later.

“Col-uh, Mr. Ritter, this being your first match of such magnitude, have you found yourself under any added pressure? More so than any of the previous events you’ve been a part of.” I told him I’d go easy earlier, and I meant it. I knew I’d probably buckle under the bright beams of pressure and crack if I was tossed into this den of lions myself, so I can only imagine how my introverted partner was feeling by this point in the evening.

“Hmm…ummm…well yeah, ya’ could say that. I mean, I go into any match with full intent of beatin’ the ass of whoever climbs into that cage with me no matter the prize money that comes along with it. But when there’s a belt on the line, I’d say it does change things a little bit maybe. I still plan on bashin’ the guy in the cage with me, this time the reward will just be a lot sweeter, I guess. Great question, by the way.” He thought the compliment would dig him out of the hole he was in for ignoring me a short moment ago.

I fell back into the padded chair glancing back to him, and mouthed a wordless “thank you.”

Now onto the bigger, more annoying fish I intended to fry this evening. I didn’t calculate getting the attention of Mendez would be too difficult, seeing how he clearly felt very strongly about the opposite sex. I slipped my hand up, slightly elevating out of my chair to ensure I was visible from behind the much taller man in front of me. He chose another individual, so I was forced to wait 2 more rounds before finally being selected to speak.

“Mr. Mendez, this is the first opportunity in nearly a year you’ve had to defend your title. Are you at all concerned that tonight may be the last night you that belt in your possession?” I’m sure he could see that glint of brashness mixed with my smile.

“To be honest, Ms. Olivia,” he’d called me by the name he knew wasn’t accurate from our previous encounter as a rebuttal or my smart-mouthed question. “I’m not worried about this amateur at all. I’m in the best shape of my career, and I just don’t think he’s got anything for me. I plan to make this defeat short & sweet.”

I hoped even more so now that Colton would crush him a million times over and make him eat that snide remark. Thankfully, mine being the last allowed question for the night, Mr. Multon upstretched to take the mic.

“Alright everyone, that’ll be all for questions tonight, so let’s get to what these guys came for, shall we?!” His volume increased into a gravelish scream causing a bellowing explosion of cheers and whistles from the crowd.

Several stage men swarmed to rearrange the set-up, carrying in the scale. Photographers now sprinted to the front seeing as this was what they came for. Their paycheck would most likely depend on them catching the money shots of the events to unfold in the next 48 hours.

“Okay, Colton, step up to the scale.” He followed the mans’ orders, rounding the corner of the table. Colton began undressing, pulling the shirt with one hand over the back of his head, followed with dropping his trunks to the floor. Leaving him covered only now by thin spandex of his compression shorts.

I would assume every lady specimen in attendance painted an imagined picture of what he looked like underneath. Luckily for me, I was the one who knew quite vividly how perfect he indeed looked emerging from the gym shower. Or sleeping soundly under the transparency of my bed sheets. Or sweating profusely under the contents of me bouncing about his groin. I was very much relishing in that fact that he could probably have his pick from the entire span of Pittsburgh, but I was the selection. He chose to be with me. Chose to love me.

Colton squared up with the scale, releasing the entire contents of his lungs before planting both feet on top of it.

“Colton Ritter, official weight 183 pounds.”

He raised his brazenly muscular arms upward into a flex of his bicep, then the room jumped at the sound of his strident, resounding roar. He had put himself through near hell the entire day, starving to make weight, and was clearly pleased with his achievements, deservingly so.

Colt jumped to the floor, beaming, with hands clapping together like smashing bricks. I may have let my excitement get the best of me letting out an extended shriek of pride.

“Okay, okay. Everybody settle down, settle down. Danny c’mon up.” The CEO instructed his #1 to his place on the scales. “181 official weight for Danny Mendez.”

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[mind-reader1]

Queen of Hearts (Ch. 12)

Drake x MC (Emma Barnes)

TRR AU: What would happen if Emma loved Drake but had to marry Liam?

Catch up here

Warnings: NSFW

Note: Here’s a long awaited NSFW part! Enjoy! As always if you’d like to be added/removed from the tag list let me know. 

Word Count: 1977

Summary: Emma and Liam try to rally the crowds at Applewood, but how successful are they? Emma and Drake sneak off at the spa after a stressful day, but they’re caught. What will this mean for the arrangement? 

Chapter 12: Perfect (Ed Sheeran)

Not knowing what it was I will not give you up this time But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own And in your eyes you're holding mine

Baby, I'm dancing in the dark with you between my arms Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight

Well I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I'll share her home I found a love, to carry more than just my secrets To carry love, to carry children of our own We are still kids, but we're so in love Fighting against all odds I know we'll be alright this time Darling, just hold my hand Be my girl, I'll be your man I see my future in your eyes

“This is it.” Emma took a deep breath and stepped off the train. The smoke wasn't visible in the sky anymore, just a slight haze, but with every breath it still burned their nostrils, reminding them of the horror that had just happened.

“It looks the same, I mean I know they didn't attack the estate but, I was…” Hana struggled to find the right words.

“Expecting more doom and gloom?” Maxwell finished, she nodded.

“I was expecting it to be reflected around us, in the people, in the estate.” Liam's voice was hollow.

“I think we will at the press conference.” Even Drake's voice didn't have its usual sharp tone to it. Everyone felt the blow from the attackers this time.

“I don't know that I can see the orchard like this, it was bad enough in the video.” Maxwell was frozen in place, reflecting what everyone was thinking.

“Well we have to; the press is expecting us.” Madeleine ushered everyone down the path. All of them, even Madeleine, stopping dead in their tracks at the sight. There wasn't a single tree untouched, piles of ash that used to be sparkling Cordonian rubies littered the ground. Charred ladders and basket remains strewn throughout the decay.

“Keep going.” She whispered. They shuffled forward like zombies, stunned by just how horrific it was in person.

“I don't know that I can do this. How can I reassure my people, if when I leave something like this happens!”

“People will be reassured just by seeing us up there. You need to start believing in yourself if you're going to be a successful king.” He stopped and took in Emma's words, she was right, she was always right about stuff like this, it was why he picked her, why he fell in love with her. As they made their way to the podium, Emma spotted a familiar face in the crowd.

“Olivia?” Liam was just as surprised to see her.

“I came as soon as I heard. Burning down the orchard? Cowards. I knew you would need the support, and I will bring the wrath of the Nevrakis name down upon them!”

“Thank you, Olivia, it really means a lot.” Liam gently rubbed his hand up and down her arm, everyone noticed the intimate touch, more importantly that it wasn't Emma. Madeleine coughed, and Liam quickly drew his hand away.

“Get out there and stay calm.” Olivia scoffed.

“Now isn't the time to be calm. People are angry! You should be too! Show the people that you care about them, about this!” Olivia had a point, now wasn't the time to be stoic, it was time to show the people that they were one of them, they understood how angry and scared they were. They stepped in front of the crowd and were met with question after question, it was almost impossible to hear them all. Liam remained calm, keeping his face neutral and his words reassuring as he had practiced so many times before, but it didn't resonate with the crowd. Emma knew she needed to step in, she let her anger flow freely, promising vengeance on the people responsible. The crowd responded, she seemed to understand them, to be one of them. Madeleine led them away from the crowd to the ashes where a small hole had been dug, a place for the new sapling. Emma's mind wandered to the social season, she had been crowned Apple Queen and planted a tree similar to the one in her hands now, it all seemed so long ago. Standing up with dirt and ash on her hands she became even angrier, she rallied the people once more, making a bold statement to their enemies that they wouldn't give up. It was exactly what the people needed.

After the crowd had dispersed, Emma spotted some kids at the edge of orchard with a soccer ball, they looked defeated. They argued with each other as Emma turned to the others. They needed to cheer these kids up. Mara was of course concerned about security, but they were kids, they weren't going to do anything with a soccer ball. Drake of course was the first one offering to step up if something happened, Emma was going to have a talk with him about that. If something happened to Drake she wasn't sure what she would do, she might find a way to bring him back, just so she could kill him herself. They offered to play soccer with the kids, it was therapeutic for Emma, she hadn't played soccer since high school but kicking the ball around, running with her friends and laughing, she was able to forget at least for a little while, all their problems. Drake and Liam even got into their competitive spirit with each other. The others began breathing hard, wiped out from the game but Emma was energized, she felt like she could continue to play all day, but with the white flag raised, it was time to call it quits. As a final thought, Liam offered to open the manor for the kids who used to play soccer in the orchard. They ran off to tell their friends and Emma turned to him.

“That was really nice of you Liam.” She put her hand on his arm and smiled. He smiled back.

“Well someone told me to stop acting like a prick. I thought it was good advice.”

“Really? She sounds kinda like a bitch.” Liam chuckled.

“No. Just a good friend.” Liam winked as Madeleine came over.

“That was a good PR stunt, playing with the children.” Emma rolled her eyes, the peace she had from playing gone.

“Not everything's about publicity.” Madeleine rolled her eyes this time.

“Anyone else feel all sweaty and exhausted?” Maxwell cut in. Everyone mumbled in agreement.

“Let's go to the spa! It's the same one we went to after the barn raising.” Hana suggested. A spa day sounded exactly like what they all needed. Everyone climbed into the water, their sore muscles finding some relief. Maxwell spotted some bottles of apple cider and just like that, the mood shifted again. The orchard had been there for ages and meant a lot to people, to the county, it wasn't a loss they could just move on from. After a brief toast, Drake slid up to Emma, a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

“I think I saw a private sauna on the way in here.” Emma played coy.

“What are you suggesting Drake?”

“I'm suggesting that we sneak off, it's kind of our thing after all.”

“I would have you know, I'm a lady Mr. Walker. I wouldn't just sneak off for the fun of it.” Drake playfully rolled his eyes.

“I want some quality alone time with you Barnes. For the past week or so we've just been surrounded by people, hiding our secret. I might even give you a massage.”

“Let's be honest, you had me at alone time.” She giggled, making sure their friends were distracted before following Drake.

“It feels like it's been forever since we were here last. Everything's changed now.” She trailed off.

“It was before we had cleared your name.”

“We hadn't even come clean about our undying love for each other.”

“To think, if I had never walked into that bar, we wouldn't be here today.” Emma snorted.

“We still wouldn't be here today if you'd of had your way. You kept me at arm’s length as I tore down you walls.” She grabbed Drake's hand and squeezed.

“Yeah, well you never stopped fighting and finally one day I did. Best decision I've ever made Barnes. Even if I don't get to tell the world it doesn't matter, I get to tell you every day how much I love you and that's enough for me because you are my world Em.” she felt tears welling up in her eyes, she felt like the luckiest girl in the universe.

“I'm a better, happier person when I'm with you. Despite everything, no matter how bad it gets, I'm still the best version of myself if you're there.”

“I thought you were perfect from the start.” Emma leaned in and cupped Drake's cheek, planting a soft gently kiss on his lips.

“It's moments like this that reassure me that we'll get through this.”

“I wouldn't trade this for anything.” They stared at each other and let their worries wash away for the time being, present in the moment.

“I believe massages were promised, let me give you one.” Drake raised an eyebrow.

“You sure Barnes? You've been under a lot of stress lately.”

“I'm sure Drake, I can see how tense you are. I know you're still having nightmares, I know you. Take some time and relax.” Drake shrugged and turned around, so Emma could reach his back. She rubbed up and down, careful of his shoulder, trying her best to get the knots. Drake began to drool, it felt so good. Emma chuckled.

“Are you really drooling right now?” Drake grinned and turned to face Emma.

“Maybe. Just like the first time I saw you in a towel, I couldn't help myself.” Emma playfully pushed Drake.

“It's stupid how head over heels I am in love with you Barnes.” He shook his head.

“If it makes you feel any better, I never stopped thinking about you in a towel, wondering if I would ever be so lucky to see what was underneath. Emma gently tugged at the edge of his towel. Without warning, Drake's lips crashed into hers and they fell back onto the bench.

“This towel is blocking my view.” Emma put her arms up and Drake undid the towel, reveling at the sight of her

“Are you going to stare all day or are you going to keep kissing--” Drake cut off her question with another hungry, lingering kiss as his fingers teased her entrance. Emma moaned against his lips, gasping as he slipped one, then two fingers inside her and began pumping.

“You're so wet for me.” Drake whispered biting her lower lip, knowing it drove her crazy. He continued to pump as he sucked just behind her ear, knowing that her hair would cover the mark he was leaving.

“Drake. Oh!” Drake stopped as he felt her cum on his fingers. He pulled them out and sucked on them, one by one.

“Taste yourself Barnes. You taste so good.” He put his finger in her mouth and she tasted herself on him before pulling him down for another kiss, his bulge pushing against the towel.

“I want you Drake.” She pushed him upright and ripped the towel off, eager to free his hard length.

“You're so sexy.” He growled as she sauntered over and lowered herself onto him. She began rocking her hips and Drake moaned in response.

“Barnes.” he moved in unison with her and she tangled her hands in his hair as waves of pleasure rolled over her. They were close, Emma shifted her hips and both of them increased their speed. Suddenly they heard their friends voices outside, but it was too late. Emma and Drake came together, calling out each other's names.

“Ooh! Barnes!”

“Drake! Yes!”  There was a knock on the door, neither of them daring to make a sound.

“Get a room!” Maxwell yelled from the other side.

“We've got one already!” Drake yelled back, both of them embarrassed, caught by their friends. Someone jokingly wiggled the door knob as Emma and Drake composed themselves, their friends moving on to a different part of the spa. Later that night at Applewood Manor, everyone seemed relaxed but exhausted, no one saying anything else about Drake and Emma sneaking off. It wasn't until Drake saw Liam scowling, headed straight for Emma that he knew, they'd screwed up.

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[ariannnawinchester]

Viswaas.

Series Masterpost

Characters: Dean, Reader, Sam, Jo and Garth (For now.)

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, violence and harassment.

Summary: The Reader is an Omega, working for her Aunt Ellen. She’s no stranger to things that go bump in the night, maybe because she is a something too. Suddenly, a group of very strange and rough around the edges people make their way to the town and she finds herself drawn to one in particular. She has reservations so can he tear her walls down??

A/N: I'm back at it. However, this is my first a/b/o fic so be kind. Constructive criticism and feedback will be highly appreciated.

You let out a huge sigh, swiping the back of your hand across your clammy forehead. Beads of perspiration sprouting up onto your skin like you were sitting on your ass in a sauna.

“We got to get some damn fans in here.” you mumble underneath your breath. Fans, of course, won’t make much of a difference. Not with the air being that densely hot and the crowds of people packed into the roadhouse. Tonight was supposed to be your night off, and you planned to spend it barely clothed in your room, lazily eating pizza.  But, Aunt Ellen needed you and you just couldn’t say no, not with Jo giving you shit for having her work all by herself.

It felt like you were covered in some nasty sticky glue, the way your tank top and shorts were clinging to your flesh. Almost like a second goddamn skin. To say the least, you were miserable. Pouty and irritable, like a brat but you didn’t care. It was only nine p.m and you were done. But, that could also be because of the fact that the moon looked like a big, fat piece of round dough in the sky. Almost like it was begging you to let yourself run free. You could feel it rippling beneath your skin, like an itch that needed to be scratched or you’d go insane. But, you aren’t stupid. On night’s with full moons that’s when the crazies come out to play and you promised Aunt Ellen you won’t get caught in the crossfire. Not like your Mom.

“Yeah, I’m coming.” you answer Jo’s call, twisting through the maze of tables towards the back of the bar.

Ellen’s roadhouse on any given Saturday night was never dull, it actually started early. A few of the locals stopping by to grab a few beers to catch up with some friends or to even watch the game. The atmosphere inside was some what hypnotizing, the low rock tunes spilling through the air accompanied by years of familiarity and booze was a heady mix. It brought people from everywhere.

It’s only by eleven that you have a chance to actually standing still, your feet are aching and your stomach is growling but it’s somewhat of a bitter sweet relief. Teddy, the darling local, who keeps asking you out has passed out on the counter besides you and you can’t help but smile. You grab another wet glass, wiping the droplets of water as your eyes scan the floor.

The chime of the bell on the door attracts your attention, that’s when the first few of them arrive. Unconsciously, your body tenses up and your breath gets stuck in your lungs. You’re waiting, just waiting to see how things unfold.

“Hey Garth.” you call out towards the tall reedy looking dude that walked through the door first. Garth was one of the nicer ones, with a gentle smile and good tips. Your greeting only earns you a quick nod. That’s when it begins to settle that tonight is different.

You swallow, a shiver going down your spin. With a smile, you open some beers before he makes his way towards the bar. If you play your part, maybe you can keep the peace. You have to.

Shortly after Garth, the rest make their way inside. Your gaze follows them, there’s more tonight, a larger group than their usual five. The four men and the gorgeous blonde woman. They had been coming to the roadhouse for a while now, roughly six or so months. But that didn’t mean you knew anything about them. Hell, you didn’t even know their names apart from Garth’s. Sure, they looked a little rough around the edges, but that’s usually how gangs were. At least that’s what you thought initially.

But no, Aunt Ellen cleared that right up. She said they were bitten. Not like you, not like her. They were a different breed, vicious and ferocious, always hungry for blood. Human blood. 

Just thinking of Aunt Ellen’s words made you shudder, goosebumps erupting all over your flesh. You didn’t even realize that Jo was standing right besides you until she spoke.

“God, he’s gorgeous.” a dreamy look in her eyes, her gaze focuses on ‘him’

You clear you throat, pretending that your heart didn’t skip two beats when his green eyes settled on you. Almost like he heard Jo speak. You nudge her in the ribs with your elbow, “Him? Please.” You roll your eyes to disguise the heat flooding your body when you notice him walking towards the bar.

“He’s coming to you. He’s coming to you!” Jo whispers too excitedly

You shoot her a glare and then turn to face him with a wide smile, “Another beer or are you ready for the hard stuff?”

Gorgeous green eyes almost smiles, “Y/N.”

He says your name and you feel it. You feel it everywhere. Particularly, at your center accompanied by the sudden dull twisting ache in your lower stomach. A tiny silent whimper escapes your parted lips, your mind void of all thoughts whilst you just stare at his handsome face.

“I’m at a disadvantage,” you say when your brain finally reboots, “you know my name but I don’t know yours.”

His pouty lips curl into a mischievous smirk, a predatory look crawling into his eyes as he watched you. You were slightly afraid now, you knew that he could smell you, you knew that by now he could tell what you are. At that moment, you could only smell him, the alpha radiating off his broad body. The scent assaulted you, making your mouth dry.

“Dean.” He says it with such finality that you feel light headed.

You can tell just from looking at him that he’s a brawler, the scar across his forehead was further proof. But, what distracts you is his how green his eyes are. Sure, they are gorgeous like precious fucking gems but it’ s what’s behind them that makes you back track a little. Secrets, that’s what their filled with along with memories of a troubled past. Yes, you’ve had rough tumbles with so called bad boys but he was different. He gave the term a whole other meaning and whether that excited you or frightened you, you are still trying to figure out. 

“Well, then Dean. What’s it gonna be? Whiskey or Tequila?”

“Your pick.” he says, his face unreadable.

A smile crawls onto your face, “sure thing!” you busy yourself with the drinks as he watches you. His eyes burning into the back of your head. It’s slightly unsettling. The silence and his staring. “You want something sweet? you say over your shoulder, trying to fill the quiet, “I could send Jo to bring out some pie Ellen made earlier.”

“I’m sure you’re sweeter than pie.” you can hear the teasing in his gruff voice, the smirk dancing on his lips.

His words take you by surprise, unable to respond you hand him the tray with the glasses of whiskey. He’s still watching you, staring at you. Not at your tits or trying to get a view of your ass. As a person, who usually can read people you can’t understand him and it’s driving you up the wall to say the least. However, it feels like he’s assessing you, getting to know what you’re like. Almost like stalking his prey. You didn’t want to be prey because they usually end up dead. You didn’t want to get tangled up with them, your whole body was screaming at you to run, from them and especially him. 

He was dangerous. And you had come to the conclusion that this was the first and the last time you will ever speak to him.

“Come on Buddy.” you call out to the burly man seated at the corner of the bar, “Last call was about 15 minutes ago. You gotta get going.” 

You insisted on closing up, swatting Jo’s ass out of the roadhouse and towards the house before she collapsed in exhaustion. It was just you and ‘scary looking’ guy. You could barely see his face in the dim light but you heard him.

“Sugar.” he drawls, getting up from his chair and stumbling towards you, “I can smell you. Your tasty omega bitch scent.”

The meer sound of his voice makes your skin crawl, the contents of your stomach threatening to decorate the wooden floors. You gulp, trying to gather your wits, “Get out now! Before I call the cops. Or before I chop of your balls myself.” you spit.

He sneers, his face contorted with malice, “Feisty Omega!” he cackles, “I love the ones that put up fights. You’re begging for it. And, I’ll give it to you. Nice and good.”

He traps you between the counter and his body, the wood digging into your back. He’s too close, his yellowing teeth threateningly close to your neck whist he snifs you. You gulp, cursing at yourself for not being quick enough to get to the door. He had you right where he wanted you, unable to bite, scratch or get away.

“I’ll show you what it feels to be with an alpha, pretty bitch.”

so you do what you can, you yell.

“Help! Someone help me please.”

Your screams startle him, his beefy hand curls around your throat, cutting the air from your lungs. You squirm and claw at his fingers trying to get free. He fists a hand into your hair, dragging you onto the gravel outside before his knee connects with your chin. 

It’s blurry, your ears ringing as you hit the ground. The pain too much too bear, it’s too much for you to scream.

“Maybe I’ll just kill you? Dig your heart out and take it with me.” he snarls, “Bitch.” spitting as he predatory eyes burn into yours.

You try to scramble away but he drags you towards him by your ankles. The dust from the ground filling your lungs. His flat palm connects with your cheek, it stings, bringing tears to your eyes. He pins you down, one of his hands holding your fists above your head whilst his body holds your thrashing legs still.

“Please.” you whimper, “Let me go, please.” Your tears rolling down your dusty face.

You feel his claws extend against your flesh, your thudding heart not that far away. Your suppressants won’t even allow you to turn. This is how you were going to die. At the hands of a disgusting perverted alpha outside the roadhouse. Just like your Momma.

You squeeze your eyes shut, pressing your chin tightly to your shoulder, you think maybe that will soften the blow. You can feel his breath, hot and stinky against your exposed flesh of your neck. The snarls and low growls rumbling in his chest makes you want death more than anything. 

“Just kill me.” The words barely leave your bruised lips. The exhaustion creeping over your body like dark, thick mist.

“I plan to.” He cackles.

Just before your heavy lids close shut, you hear it. A howl, so ferocious that it shakes you to your senses. Like a call, pulling you from deep within. Before, you can even blink your hazy eyes into focus, the alpha is sent hurtling into the air. A towering burly body standing in front of you, with his teeth bared at the alpha that hurt you.

“You want her? You will have to go through me. Alpha to alpha.” he growls, squaring his shoulders to make himself appear larger. “You fight me for her or you die.”

It takes you some time to scramble up to your feet. Every omega cell in your body wants to bath in the comfort and the safety that this Alpha was offering. You reach out for him, your fingers curling around his arm. You want to know who he is.

When he turns, it startles you. His glowing gold eyes immediately return to the green, softening when he focuses on your swollen, bloodied lip.

You swallow, just blinking at him, “Dean.” his name leaves your mouth like an unsaid prayer.

“You’re mine.” he states, simple as that, “Mine.”

And you feel it, the curl in your belly when he lays claim. You knew it, from the moment he walked into your life.

So wrapped up in each other, you don’t even realize that the other alpha has gathered his bloody body and raced off into the night, with his tail between his legs. 

Dean places a heated hand, against your dusty cheek. His calloused thumb smudging away your trail of tears. 

“I could smell you. Your fear. Your pain.” He shakes his head, almost like he is trying to shake away bad images, “I felt it. I promise you no one will hurt you again ‘mega.”

On your tippy toes, you reach for him. Your hand settling on the back of his neck before you pull him close to press his lips to yours. There’s no words to describe how it felt but a feeling. It was like finally coming home. 

“I trust you Alpha.”

To be continued…

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[t0ngue-tech]

Enchanted | 3 (Final)

“Everyday if you want. Being with you like this is magic in itself.”

↠smut oh my god, plus fluffy jimin at the end↞

word count: 5.5k lordt

↠series: 1 | 2 | ↞

(a/n: this is my first smut and oh my god im sorry this is horrible /runs away/)

You weren’t positive on what it was, but for the past week you spent more hours studying than anything else. Whether it was in the study room in the library or in the comfort in your own dorm, you were hitting the books more focused than ever. But when you dug deep inside, you had a feeling as to what turned you into a study bug.

Park Jimin.

It was a known fact to most people that he excelled tremendously in his classes. He was already smart, but being on the basketball team helped discipline him to keep his grades high at all times. The two of you shared texts over the week, but it was casual talk about how both of your days were going, questions about psychology notes, and some flirting here and there. Jimin was a great guy and texting him lately helped you get to know him better than dirty words or breathless pants in between kisses.

Friday nights on campus were filled with nothing but partying and students freely roaming around. Instead of being apart of that crowd, you were sitting on the floor of your make shift living room completing your biology study guide and philosophy online post. Your roommate was going to be out for the weekend since her boyfriend flew in the previous night. This meant you could sing in the shower as loud as you want or walk around naked if you wanted to.

Your phone lit up beside you with Sana’s contact name on display.

[8:15] Sauna: What are you wearing for tonight’s party? Jihyo said she was going to wear that red skirt she showed us on tuesday

[8:17] You: rain check babe. i have work to do

You could hear Sana’s voice ringing through your head, whining and nagging at you for being a party pooper.

[8:18] Sauna: BITCH WHAT.

The messages didn’t stop there.

[8:18] Sauna: You’ve been studying allllll week!!!

[8:19] Sauna: Just come out tonight!

[8:19] Sauna: It’s a dorm party at the northside dorms

It was tempting because she was right, you’ve been studying your ass off, but you really didn’t feel like dressing up and getting wasted.

[8:20] You: sorry sana, i have an online post due tonight

[8:22] Sauna: UMMMMM the party is at the NORTHSIDE DORMS

[8:22] Sauna: DO YOU KNOW HOW LIVES IN THOSE DORMS????

Your throat dried up. Of course you knew who resided there and that only made the offer to go out a lot more tempting. Last week, you missed the opportunity carry on your business with Jimin and tonight would have been a perfect chance to finally get rid the sexual tension.

Ugh, but this post…

[8:25] You: sana i’m sorry. i owe you one, okay? i promise.

[8:27] Sauna: Fine y/n. You better get a good score on your online post!! Love youuu

[8:28] You: love you more

You smiled at the text and gave yourself a mental pat on the back. It surprised you on how much self control you had despite how badly you wanted to see Jimin.

Well, there was always next time.

↠↞

It took about two hours to complete whatever you had planned for the night. Maybe everything could have been done a lot sooner, but you were distracted by youtube and a quick phone call from your roommate telling you that her boyfriend got you a small souvenir from his hometown. After working for so long, you treated yourself to a well deserved shower.

If you had showered or blow dried your hair any longer, you probably would’ve never heard your phone ring from the living room. You rushed out wearing nothing but a big shirt because since you were alone, what was the point of shorts or underwear?

Your phone almost fell out of your hands when you read who was calling you.

Park Jimin calling…

“H-Hello?” You answered immediately.

“Y/n? Hey! Sorry, were you busy?”

The corners of your mouth stretched upward at the angelic sound of his voice. “No, I just blow dried my hair—is that Sana’s voice?” You could hear the garbled voice of your friend in the background who was obviously drunk.

“Yeah. She found me at the party and begged me to take her to your place to sleep.”

“My dorm? She didn’t want to go to her own? It’s on the second floor, much closer than mine.”

“I told her I could take her to her dorm, but she really insisted on going to your dorm; something about you owing her one?”

Your palmed your forehead. Was she really going to use that card tonight?

“Anyways, I’m really sorry but—yes, Sana, I’m sure y/n loves you too—we’re actually in the elevator right now heading up to your floor. Fourth floor, room 16, right?

Sana’s voice made you giggle. Whenever she was drunk, she always needed constant reassurance of love from you and Jihyo.

“It’s no problem. I’m surprised she was able to give you the right room number and everything even when she’s drunk.”

“Yeah. I was shocked too—I know Sana. I think y/n is beautiful too.”

Your heard the ding of the elevator and blushed whilst feeling the secondhand embarrassment from your friend. You were hoping Sana wasn’t going to blurt out anything more about you because you weren’t there to stop her.

“We’re almost at your door.”

“Okay, coming.”

You sighed and ended the call. Even if you didn’t attend the party, you wound up taking care of Sana in the end anyway.

Unlocking the door, you were greeted with a very attractive yet flustered Jimin and a complete mess of a friend, Sana sticking to his side. Sana leaped from Jimin and into your arms, holding on to you for dear life.

“Y/n!! How are you, my friend?” You held onto her tightly as she giggled into the crook of your neck.

“I’m peachy, Sana.” You scrunched your face at Jimin who was snickering whilst closing your door. He kicked off his shoes and followed close behind.

“I—I saw Jimin,” she turned around and pointed at Jimin who was laughing to himself. “So he became my taxi.”

Jimin helped you take Sana to bed as gently as possible. She continued to stagger against you and even fell the floor a couple times. After multiple tries, you both were finally victorious in getting her to lie down on your roommate’s bed.

“Wow, I didn’t know you had one of the bigger dorms.” Jimin smoothed out his shirt and sat at the foot of the bed.

“Yeah. My roommate and I were lucky enough to snag the last vacant one last semester.” You tucked in Sana who was still mumbling drunken words to herself. You made a mental note to text your roommate about the situation just in case.

“HEY!” Sana grabbed your shirt to pull you down closer to her face. As you bent down, you realized that you were completely naked underneath and if you were to bend down lower, you were easily exposed to Jimin. You shot back up and held one of Sana’s hands as you pulled the hem of your shirt downward.

“Sana, relax.” You said stroking her hair.

“Y/n,” she breathed out closing her eyes. “Since Jimin is here, you two better have sex. That’s why I brought him here.”

Jimin choked on his saliva and cupped your hand over Sana’s mouth to drown out her laughter.

“You’re drunk, Sana. Just shut up now and go to sleep.” You removed your hand and instantly regretted it because her short rant didn’t stop there.

“I’m serious y/n,” she hiccupped. “I can tell you’re sexually frustrated so—” Her voice grew quieter as you gently caressed her hair, hushing her so she could relax. It didn’t take too long before soft snores escaped her mouth.

You sighed and took your roommate’s trash bin to place near the head side of the bed just in case she needed to throw up. “Good night, you drunk fool.”

Jimin just smiled at you and quietly followed you out the door, closing it behind him. Your room was right next door to your roommates’, so you leaned against your door frame and smothered your face into your palms. “Jesus christ! She needs to limit her drinking.”

He stuffed his hands in the pockets of his jeans and chuckled. “She did have one too many.”

You eyed Jimin who was staring at his feet. His silver hair was slicked back and wore a white v-neck t-shirt and black distressed jeans. Honestly, you never thought a guy would look extremely hot in distressed jeans and Jimin changed your mind about that. There was light smell of alcohol on him, but his head seemed like it was on straight so he wasn’t drunk or tipsy at the least. Jimin was far too handsome for you to comprehend and you really wanted to grab him by the shirt and shove him into your room.

“I missed you at the party.” You snapped back to reality and found Jimin looking in your direction, smiling fondly.

“S-Sorry. I had some work I needed to finish.”

Jimin leaned on the opposite side of the doorframe and watched you tug at the hem of your shirt. The only light that was on was in your kitchen, but he could tell you were blushing a very adorable shade of pink.

“You know,” he inched closer and stroked your cheek with a finger. “I thought to myself what jaw dropping outfit would you wear if you came tonight, but I think I prefer this over any skirt or dress.” His hand glided lower to your shoulder, skimming over your forearm, and settled on the curve of your waist.

“You don’t look too bad yourself.” You smile at him, running your hand over his before interlocking your fingers. After looking at him long enough, you couldn’t deny how badly you wanted him. You finally had him all to yourself; no teachers, since Sana was already here, no one was going to call you to take care of there drunk ass. With a gentle tug, you boldly pulled him against your body. He encased you, one hand holding yours and the other gripped the door frame above your head.

“Uh oh, I don’t think I can control myself like this.” Jimin teased. He let go of your hand to wrap his arm around your waist, his other arm followed to hold you in place.

“Today is your lucky day, Jimin.” There was no stopping you now. After two close calls, you never knew you needed anyone as much as you needed the attractive boy in front of you. “I’m not going to stop you.”

Those words alone was enough to make Jimin capture your lips into a heated kiss. He barely gave you any warning when swirled his tongue around yours, enticing a delicious groan from the back of your throat. You tasted the liquor on his tongue, but it didn’t compare to the sweet flavor of Jimin that you were familiar with.

His hands vanished from your waist to trace the curve of your ass, slide behind your thighs and hike you up around his waist. You took his bottom lip in between your teeth, lightly sucking on his flesh making it slightly swollen. Jimin carried you into your room, never missing the rhythm the two of you created with the kiss.

The back of his knees hit your bed and he settled himself on your mattress whilst you made yourself comfortable in his lap, your knees on either side of his lap. You felt the rough denim of his jeans rub against you, but it only turned you on even more.

“You know, if you never wear underwear in your dorm, I should come over more often.” Jimin broke the kiss, slowly pushing your long t-shirt over your thighs.

“I think you just caught me in the right moment.” You whispered near his ear, sending shivers down his spine. You took the liberty to sneak your hands underneath his shirt to feel the warmth of his back. “You’re wearing too much clothes.”

“Take it off for me, babe.” Jimin breathed against your neck. He had such a way with words, especially when he spoke in a low, seductive tone; it was driving you crazy.

You kissed his swollen lips, grinding your hips down onto him. He cracked a satisfied smile against your lips as you gripped the end of his shirt, lifting it up to reveal the delicious ridges of his abs and toned arms. Jimin let out a deep chuckle and cupped your face, “do you like what you see?”

You lick your lips and nodded your head. If Jimin looked this delectable in his torso region, you were desperate to unveil below his belt. Curiosity scratched at you, so you nipped at his jawline proceeding to go lower, leaving little red bites across his skin. You slid off his lap and sunk down to your knees in between his legs. He smiled down at you, running a hand through your hair.

“You look extremely hot in this jeans, but they have got to go.” You began to loosen his belt whilst he continued to stroke your hair. Jimin’s hands were warm and you loved the way he touched you whether it was gently running a hand through your hair or lightly rubbing your thighs. Jimin lifted himself up to assist you in sliding his jeans off his legs. With one of your hands resting on his thigh, you reach for his erection that was still hidden behind plaid boxers. You give him the softest squeeze and a hushed moan bubbled from his throat. The sound he made excited you and you honestly wanted to hear more, so you begin to slowly rub him with his boxers still on.

“Y/n…” Jimin began, but his words were cut off when you reached passed the waistband to physically hold onto his hardened member.

“Remember yesterday when I texted you about how I was eating a popsicle and you wanted a visual?” You teased him, rubbing your thumb against the head of his cock. Jimin responded by nodding and screwing his eyes shut at the feel of your thumb. “I can give you a visual now.”

Jimin barely prepared himself when you leaned into to suck on a spot on his lower abdomen, but he almost became undone when you lightly sucked on the head. His reaction pleasantly satisfied you, so you inched lower, taking more of him into your mouth before you pulled away with a pop.

“Oh my god.” Jimin hissed and reached down to hold your hair. You smiled flirtatiously and dived in to take him back into your mouth. He dropped his head back and gritted his teeth, “Fuuuuuuuck.”

The noises that erupted from Jimin caused your core to soak up even more than it did when you were in his lap. You hollowed your cheeks and bobbed your head up and down taking him as far as you can.

“Your mouth feels so fucking amazing.” Jimin said breathlessly and you hummed, sending a vibration down his shaft. Feeling the thickness of Jimin inside of your mouth made you feel impatient because you could only imagine what he would feel like inside of you. You reached down in between your legs and ran a finger against the moist folds of your heat.

As you sucked Jimin off, you worked at your clit, rubbing in slow small circles. Within the midst of your flirtatious texting over the past week, he had set you off by sending you texts of the mind blowing things we would do to you if he ever got you to himself. The thought of the text messages made you speed up the motion of your fingers and you let out a soft moan. Jimin looked down at you and noticed the movement of your arm. He loved the warmth of your mouth surrounding his member, but he lightly tugged your head back, removing you off of him. Jimin tipped your chin up and guided you back to your feet. As he stood to his own feet, he held your face in his hands to kiss you. The hand in between your legs vanished to hold onto Jimin’s cock and you pumped your hand, coating him with your juices.

“On your back, baby.” Jimin breathed hotly on the swollen flesh of your lip. Without giving you a chance to move on your own, he picked you up like before with your legs pooled around his waist. You felt the hardness of his cock press against your center and you groaned, painfully impatient to have him inside of you.

Jimin laid you out on your mattress and nestled himself in between your legs. He leaned down, but stopped inches away from your lips and supported himself on an elbow. “I finally have the chance to properly touch you unlike what happened on the roof of your dormitory.” His hand rubbed your inner thigh. “But, I hope you realize that Sana is in the room right next to us.”

A gasp slipped past your lips as you mentally slapped yourself across the face. What if Sana woke up to the sound of you and Jimin? She would tease you about it for god knows how long. You opened your mouth to speak, but Jimin shushed you and traced your bottom lip with two fingers. On an impulse, you pressed your lips together, sealing his fingers in your mouth as you shyly sucked on his digits.

“Be a good girl for me and keep your voice down, okay baby?” The way he spoke rattled your insides. How could you possibly say no when Jimin was asking so nicely?

You nodded and he pulled his fingers out, dragging them down your neck to lift your shirt inches above your belly button. His moist fingers gave you goosebumps as he traced your skin to your heat that was already dripping for him.

“You’re so wet for me, y/n.” Jimin slid his middle finger down the slit of your center then back up to massage small circles on your clit.

“Ah—! J-Jimin—” You shamelessly moaned, but he quickly sealed your lips with a sloppy kiss.

“As much as I want to hear your cute little voice a lot more louder, you have to be quiet.” Jimin’s voice was gentle and he continued the agonizing steady pace of his fingers.

You bit your lip, trying your hardest to suppress your voice, but the movement of his fingers almost made it impossible to stay quiet for very long. A sharp gasp was released once you felt the tips of two fingers prodding at your entrance. He pushed in slowly watching your mouth fall open, feeling more than satisfied with your reaction. The pace he set was slow, working his two fingers in and out of you.

“Jimin,” you breathed. “P-Please…”

Jimin bit his lip and kissed you, teasing your tongue with his own. “I want to keep playing with you, but I don’t think I can hold back any longer either.” He pulled his digits out of you and took them into his mouth, eyes never leaving yours. You thought Jimin was undeniably hot, but he just got hotter.

There was a quiet creak from your bad when Jimin rose to his knees, still nestled in between your legs. He hooked his arms under your thighs, pulling you closer to his center. He aided you in stripping your torso of your shirt giving him a beautiful display of your breasts.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that?” Jimin grunted sliding his boxers halfway past his thighs. You watch with anticipation as he wrapped his hand around his thick base to tease your soaking core with the head.

“Fuck, Jimin can you just—ah!” Your sentence was completely cut off when Jimin pushed into you slowly and without warning. He moved inch by inch, savoring the look on your face and the strangled moans you were trying so hard to bite back. As soon as he buried himself to the hilt inside of you, it was Jimin’s turn to let a breathy moan.

“Jimin, please…” you begged with a shaky voice. He remained still inside of you, waiting for you to finish your sentence.

“Hm?” The smirk on across Jimin’s lips made you want to hit him because of how much self control he had at the moment. “What is it, princess?”

“P-Please just fuck me.” At the sound of your request, he didn’t hesitate to pull out almost completely and then slamming back into you. Jimin’s thrusts were deep and controlled. His member was thick, filling you up perfectly.

“So fucking tight,” Jimin breathed in broken whispers. “You feel so amazing, y/n.”

The moan you let out wasn’t as quiet as you anticipated, but Jimin continuously blurted out praises of how good you felt around him and his words only sent you closer to the edge. His name left your throat like a constant prayer, begging him to fuck you harder because you were so fucking close. Your stomach began to tighten and your toes curled up; if Jimin were to keep going, you could cum any second. But instead of keeping his pace steady, his movements slowed down and you turned into a whining mess beneath him.

“Oh my god, Jimin! What the fuck—”

“Turn around and on your knees.” Jimin ordered, breathing heavily.

You obeyed, thighs trembling as you scrambled to flip yourself around. His warm hands found your waist and pulled you up with his cock flat against your slit. You held yourself up, gripping your bedsheets loving the way Jimin slid his dick along your dampened entrance. He leaned down to your ear and whispered, “you’re my good girl, right?” You nodded, intensifying your grip on your cotton sheets. “I want to hear you say it, y/n.”

The sound of your name along with his teasing almost made you cum. You squeezed your eyes shut, imagining Jimin’s face when he said those words; eyes clouded with need and lust, his chest rising and falling with a sheen of sweat. “I-I’m your good girl.” You whimpered, feeling his head slip into you but not moving an inch. You were loving and hating the amount of teasing he was doing because it made him ten times more sexy, but you just wanted him back inside of you.

“Contrary to what some people say about me, I don’t go around campus screwing every girl I see.” Jimin kissed your shoulder, pushing more of himself into you. “I never wanted someone so badly—fuck, you feel so fucking good.” You dropped your head and groaned finally feeling him all the way inside of you.

At each thrust, the volume of your voice grew and the thought of Sana sleeping in the next room was slipping your mind. Jimin fully wrapped an arm around your waist and gently clasped his free hand over your mouth. He pulled you to him, making your back arch so he could speak into your ear.

“I love the way you say my name, baby.” Jimin praised. You feel his hand release your mouth and once again you caught his fingers in between your teeth. You suck on his fingers listening to his broken pants right up against your ear. “I want to hear more.” With a deep thrust, his tip brushed against a sensitive spot inside of you and his fingers fell from your lips to release a moan.

“Fuck, Jimin don’t fucking stop!” You begged, not caring how loud your voice was anymore. He mercilessly pounded into you repeatedly hitting the same spot over and over again.

“I wouldn’t dare to, princess.” Jimin dug his fingers into your flesh, increasing the speed of his thrusts.

Breathless moans filled your room accompanied by the sound of skin slapping against skin. You couldn’t remember the last time someone ever fucked you this good, let alone remembering the last time you got laid in general. Jimin was your attractive classmate who you never, in a million years, thought would be fucking you in your bed. You thought he had a specific type of girl he was attracted to considering the kinds of girls his friends were seen with, so you thought he was out of your league. But Jimin made it obvious that he was interested in getting to know you better and the two of you completely scrambled up the bases.

The same familiar tightness bubbled in your stomach and you clawed at your sheets. Jimin reached lower and teased your clit, pushing you closer to your release.

“Are you gonna cum for me, y/n?” Jimin panted and you nodded your head frantically. “Cum for me baby girl.”

The combination of Jimin’s voice, sharp thrusts, and his digits on your clit was enough to send you over the edge. A string of curses and a mixture of his name fell out of your mouth as he harshly fucked you through your orgasm. Your thighs shook and your arms gave out, leaving you to crumble and fall against your pillow with your ass still pressed against him. Your core was overly sensitive making your whimpers louder. You noticed Jimin’s thrusts lose rhythm indicating that he was close to his limit as well.

“Jimin, cum all over me.” You spoke over his low grunts. He thrusted deeply into you before pulling out and pushing you onto your back. You watched with hungry eyes as his abs flexed and Jimin used his hand to spill onto your stomach. He looked incredibly sexy as he came; eyes shut and the moonlight shining through your window made his skin glisten.

He almost collapsed on top of you, but stopped to sloppily kiss your lips. He held your face in his hands and pressed his forehead onto yours. “Can I clean you up?” He took deep breaths and whispered.

“Y-Yeah, there should be a towel in the bathroom across the hall.” You smile at him and stroked his face which has small droplets of sweat rolling down. Jimin kissed you again, teasing your tongue with his and adjusted his boxers to retrieve the towel. You laid there dazed and trying to get your breathing back to normal. One moment you were uploading your philosophy post online and then the next moment you were begging Jimin to fuck you harder; your evening escalated quicker than you expected.

Jimin returned to your bedroom with a cloth in his hand and he scooped up his white v-neck before returning to your side. When the cloth hit your skin, you giggled trying to cope with the cool feeling of the damp cloth. The both of you shared a moment of laughter and you felt content with Jimin. You adored the way his eyes turned into crescents when he smiled and the addicting sound of his laughter. You wanted to ignore the weird feeling you had over the past week because you thought that once you and Jimin had sex together, that would be it.

“Up you go.” Jimin spoke pulling you to sit up. He helped you slip your arms through his v-neck and pushed it down to clothe your body. “You looked great in my jacket, so I wondered if you would look just as great in my other clothes too.”

You stood up from your bed attempting to keep your balance because your legs were tired out feeling the after effect of your orgasm. His shirt stopped above your mid thigh and you twirled around. “And how do I look?”

Jimin laughed and pushed back his sweaty strands of hair. “I’m not disappointed.”

You smile at him and glanced at your door, remembering that you had another occupant in your dorm. “Uh, I’m going to go check on Sana.” Jimin nodded and you left your room with a racing heart.

You hesitated at first, but you softly called out her name and twisted the doorknob. When your eyes adjusted to the dim color of the room, you noticed she was still lying down in the same position you had left her in. Sana had one arm dangling off the bed and she was still snoring.

“Sana?” You spoke louder to test if she had possibly heard you from the other room. She still didn’t budge. “Hey, Sana.” You tried with an octave louder than your normal voice and she was still out cold. You smiled fondly at her and took her arm to lay it on her chest and you to your surprise, she still didn’t wake up from the physical contact.

When you entered your room, Jimin was lying on your bed and you noticed all of the clothes that were sprawled out on the floor was neatly folded on your desk. He noticed you approaching and held out his head to reach for yours. Jimin’s had was still warm and when he brought you down to cuddle up next to him, his body was warmer and you loved it a little too much.

“I hope you don’t mind if I spend the night.” Jimin kissed your hair and tugged at your thigh to let it curl around his waist.

“I don’t mind at all.” You said into his neck, hugging his close and drawing small patterns on his back. The moment was perfect; listening to his breathing and the both of you were caressing each other’s skin not saying a word. You thought about the next morning wondering if Jimin was going to leave to go back to his place. He probably would walk out shirtless so he wouldn’t disturb you in your sleep. The thoughts brought down your mood and you subconsciously stopped drawing on his back. He noticed and reeled back to get a good look of your face.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, just—just thinking about what I’m going to do tomorrow.” You lied, but held the eye contact to seem less suspicious.

“If you don’t have any plans, I was wondering if you would let me take you out tomorrow.” It was as if he was reading your mind and you failed the hide the smile that bloomed on your face.

“What did you want to do?” You asked feeling comfortable in his arms once again.

“Well, when we wake up, I could wait for you to get ready—or possibly have a quickie,” you playfully slap his back. Jimin just laughed and kissed your forehead. “While you get ready, I can help Sana back to her room and after that you can come with me back to my dorm so I can change my clothes. Then we can go and get breakfast at the diner right across campus, go into town to visit the art museum and have lunch at the cafe there. Maybe once it’s evening we could get takeout and eat dinner back at my dorm.” You nodded your head, impressed with his itinerary. “Since it’s Saturday, there’s most likely going to be another party at the dormitory, but if I lock my door, no one should bother us.”

“You sound like you planned this out for the longest time.” You joked.

“I did have some time to think when I got the towel and when you went to check on Sana—also over the past week, but I’ve been a little too busy to ask you properly.” Jimin’s eyes never left yours. “We did this backwards, didn’t we?”

“Yeah, kind of.” You understood what he meant and you were convinced that he was definitely reading your mind. “Is this okay?”

The question was vague, but he knew.

“Yeah, it’s okay.”

It went quiet again and moved in to bury your face in his chest. The hand that was on your thigh moved to your lower back. The familiar scent of his cologne lingered on his bare skin and you were hoping this was going to become second nature for you.

“Thank you, y/n.” You leaned away and cocked an eyebrow at him. “I think I believe in magic now.”

Your mind took you back to the moment on the roof and it made you chuckle. Maybe none of this wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t entice him with your question from before.

“Do you believe in magic?”

But, of course, you were more than happy with the way things turned out.

“It was my pleasure.” You whispered.

“Stay over tomorrow too?” He asked, his voice became raspy and his the small patterns he drew on your lower back came to a stop.

“Just tomorrow?” You teased feeling the weight of sleep in your eyes.

Jimin let out a sleepy chuckle. “Everyday if you want. Being with you like this is magic in itself.”

/sweats nervously/

/continues to hide/

♡ rae jagi

[superflash-crypt]

HI ILYSM can you give me some Cisco smut pls lord. Like maybe he vibes you being hella naughty and giving yourself some love (wink wink) and then can't get the image out of his head and after a while he just like?? takes you?? pls and thank you ilysm xoxo 💕💕💕

yeS HELLO I FINALLY FINISHED A FIC ALSO HOLY SHIT THIS IS SO LONG??? IM SORRY IF ITS REALLY WORDY PLS ENJOY

Title: I Could Do It Better

Word Count: 3120

Vibing about his friends was a pretty common thing for Cisco, as it normally helped him with the problems they had with the meta-humans in the city. However, Cisco had never vibed something like this. He felt like he’d violated your personal life seeing you in this situation, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away. The way your face twisted with pleasure as your fingers glided over yourself knocked the wind out of him, he felt so hot, like he was in a sauna. He watched carefully as your hand gently groped your own breast, drawing a soft noise from you that made Cisco feel something deep in him awaken. How gently you were treating yourself, it was torture to him. He wanted to hear you. Just as your fingers slowly began to make their way to open your folds, giving him a glorious view of your mound, the vision ended.

“Hey Cisco? Did you find my jacket?” You called out to him when you walked into the lab, making the poor boy jump and drop the fabric he was holding. “U-Uh, yeah. Um, here. It was, uh, in here.” His cheeks were redder than Barry’s suit and he looked frantic. Picking up your jacket, Cisco handing you it and quickly made his way past you. Scrunching your nose in confusion, you put your jacket on and followed behind him. “So, are we still on for that movie tonight?” You asked, making him stop. “Y’know, I just remember I have something to do tonight, so I can’t” Raising a brow, you crossed your arms. “Really? What’s more important than going to see The 20th Anniversary of The Fifth Element in theaters?” You asked, obviously not believing his lie. Cisco scrambled for an excuse, he needed to clear his mind before he spent any time with you. “M-My, uh, my washing machine! It broke, so uh, the repair guy is coming to fix it tonight?” He suggested, making you let out a disappointed sigh. It was obvious he didn’t want to spend the night with you. “Alright, whatever. I’ll go see it myself, see if Iris wants to come see it with me or something.” And with that, you walked past Cisco and out of S.T.A.R labs.

After that day, it seemed like Cisco was avoiding you. He canceled any plans you guys had made and declined to come to any new ones. The only time you ever saw him was at the lab, which normally didn’t even last long as he couldn’t even look you in the eye during your conversations. He was jumpy around you, seemed embarrassed even. Not only did it confuse you, but you were also extremely hurt. You hadn’t told anyone about it, but you had a mad crush on Cisco. You hadn’t told anyone of course, as you knew that secrets between two people didn’t last long at S.T.A.R labs. For Cisco, on the other hand, looking at you was absolute torture. He couldn’t look at you without having those images pop into his head. Not that it was bad, I mean he really enjoyed the show but each time he looked at you all he thought about was ripping your clothes off and ravishing you. He’d decided to keep his distance so that wouldn’t happen. Cisco really liked you, but he was sure that you didn’t feel the same way.

The distance between the two of you was obvious, as both Iris and Barry had asked what happened to the two of you. You ended up telling them that you didn’t know, because you really didn’t. “Hey Caitlin, can you come with me to help carry the food here?” Barry asked, making her stand up and grab her sweater. “Yeah of course, you guys look out for any meta-human activities.” Caitlin gave an innocent smile, of course you knew exactly what they were doing. They wanted the two of you to work out whatever was going on between the two of you. Smiling back, you have a quick nod. “Gotcha.” Cisco replied awkwardly, and when the two of them left the silence in the cortex was more than awkward. It was uncomfortable, and it made you want to cry. What did you even do? Was it because you ate the last popsicle? You apologized for that! Taking a deep breath, you stood and sat down on the table near him. “Hey, uh, Cisco?” You grabbed his attention, he didn’t look to you though. “What’s up, Y/N?” His vision directed towards the screen in front of him. Biting your bottom lip, you let out an exasperated sigh. “Look, whatever I did, I just want to say I’m sorry. I don’t know what I did, but I just…I’m really sorry. Please don’t be mad at me anymore.” Your voice cracked as you quickly wiped away the tears that were forming in your eyes.

This had definitely caught his full attention, causing Cisco to turn to you and see you wiping away your tears. Rolling over to you in his chair, Cisco panicked slightly. “Woah, woah. Y/N, I’m not angry with you, what made you think that?” He asked,  concern written all over him. You rolled your eyes at him, a hurt laugh leaving you. “Well, what else am I supposed to think when you can’t even hold a conversation with looking me in the eye! You’ve been avoiding me, and I didn’t know what to do other than think that I did something.” You sniffled softly, cheeks red in embarrassment. Cisco wanted to punch himself for making you hurt like this. Leaning back in his chair, Cisco let out a long sigh. “Y/N, you didn’t do anything. I…it was me who did something.” Raising an eyebrow, you tilted your head in confusion. “You…did something?”

Biting his bottom lip, Cisco let out another long sigh. “I…I vibed you. Well, I vibed your jacket and saw you.” You were even more confused, as it didn’t seem that bad. “Cisco, I don’t understand. What did you see that would make you want to distance yourself from me?” You asked, and his heart dropped. He really didn’t want to tell you. What if you were repulsed by him seeing you like that? “God damnit..” He paused, running a hand through his hair as he averted his gaze from you. “I saw you, uh, in a bit of an inappropriate situation.” It still hadn’t clicked, as your face still held an expression of confusion. “You were, um, how do I say? P-Pleasuring yourself?” The minute those words left his mouth, your jaw dropped in shock and your cheeks flourished with a red hue. “O-Oh god! Oh my god!” You gasped, causing him to look back at you finally. His cheeks were as red as yours, a guilty expression placed on his face. “I’m so sorry Y/N, literally I tried everything to look away and I just couldn’t.” Your body felt like it was on fire. He saw you giving yourself some good ol’ self love and couldn’t look away.

“C-Couldn’t?” You asked. Wasn’t he normally able to move or look away from something in a vision? “I..god, you were so beautiful Y/N. The expression, the noises you were making, fuck I couldn’t look away. I didn’t want to look away” You felt like you were going to melt. He thought you were beautiful and he wanted to see you like that. Your heart felt like a hammer against your ribcage. Looking to him, you noticed he’d gotten out of his chair and was bow standing in front of you. You felt cornered as you couldn’t back up with how you were sitting on the table. It went silent for a moment, the only noise you could hear was the loud beating of your own heart. You had kept your gaze on the floor, however his shifting made you gather your courage and lift your eyes to look at his own. Cisco’s gaze had been on you the entire time, his brown eyes blown with obvious lust.

You weren’t sure how it happened, but his lips were on yours in an instant. It felt unreal, the way his hand gently cupped your cheek to pull you closer, the way his arm wrapped around your back possessively. Was this really happening? Eagerly you pressed back against his lips, and your heartbeat was thumping against your chest at a pace so quick, you thought it could even be faster than Barry. The kiss was passionate, full of intense longing with a hint of lust behind it. It didn’t last long though, the lack of air pulling the two of you away from each other. Silence had filled the air once more as Cisco leaned his forehead on yours, enjoying having you in his embrace. “Was that…good?” He asked with a hint of nervousness, drawing a breathy chuckle from your chest. “More than good, Cisco.” It was definitely more than good, and you wanted more.

He watched intently as you bit your bottom lip, a soft sigh leaving you. Your small action seemed to have made something in Cisco snap, because all he could do was mutter a strained ‘fuck’ before he was on you again. His lips captured yours in a greedy, lustful kiss as his hands scrambled to get rid of your shirt. He grunted with frustration as he fumbled over the buttons of your shirt, you were sure you felt a few pop off due to how rough he was being. You felt yourself being pushed back against the table you were sitting on as Cisco began to move his kissing from your lips to your neck, drawing small sighs. In a sudden haze of lust, you lifted your hips and ground against Cisco’s, drawing a guttural groan from him. You could already feel how hard he was through his restricting jeans.

Pulling away from you, he removed your shirt and threw it behind him. It didn’t take him long to unclip your bra and throw it in the same direction as your shirt. Wrapping your fingers around the belt loops of his pants, you pulled him closer as you quickly tugged at the hem of his shirt, removing it from his body. Cisco took his time to look over your exposed torso, noticeably swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat. Leaning forward, he latched his lips to your neck once again, however instead of kisses like you had expected he began to suck and bite at your neck. A sharp gasp rose from your chest at the first bite, however as he began to place more hickies along your neck and chest your small gasps soon turned into soft moans. “You’re so beautiful Y/N..” He murmured against your skin, and you couldn’t help but let out a small whimper.

He was wearing too much clothing, you were wearing too much clothing, there was just too much fabric and not enough skin. Moving your hands at a quick pace, you rushed your fingers over his belt buckle and struggled to unbuckle it and remove it. Once you’d finally gotten it undone, you unbuttoned his jeans and quickly shoved them down his legs. Cisco seemed to get the hint that you wanted no clothing on. Pulling back and inspecting his work with pride, Cisco shuffled out of his jeans and quickly removed yours. You were just in your panties now, and you wanted to kick yourself for not wearing anything cuter. However, this didn’t seem to bother him as he looked over your body with a loving gaze. “It’ll last longer if you take a picture.” You teased him with a light chuckle.

At that statement, a troubled look came over his face, making you raise an eyebrow. “Can I make an odd request?” He asked, shrugging softly you nodded. “Shoot.” Biting his bottom lip, he let out a sigh. “Could you maybe..touch yourself a little, maybe?” He asked, and you tried not to let the smirk crawling on your lips show. Leaning up from laying on the table, you let out another chuckle. “Cisco, are you asking me to recreate your vision?” You asked, and the poor boys face turned beet red. “Uh, maybe?” Before he could try to defend himself, you pulled your panties over your hips and down your legs. Throwing your panties somewhere onto the ground, you confidently spread your legs and displayed yourself to him. This caused an unexpected groan to leave him, his eyes trained on the scene in front of him. “Sit back and enjoy the show.” You said with a sarcastic tone, but in reality you were nervous. You’d never shown yourself to anyone like this, and you never thought it would be Cisco of all people.

Laying back down on the table, you gulped the forming saliva in your mouth and got to work. You started with running your fingers gingerly down your stomach, drawing a tingly feeling to your skin. You were slow with your actions, achingly slow. Cisco felt like he was in slow motion as he watched your fingers slowly reach your lower lips. The way you massaged your labia was breathtaking, and the minute that soft moan left your lips it was like anything that helped him think straight was thrown out the window. His eyes followed as your other hand ran up your sides and gently groped your breast, drawing a shuddered sigh from your lips. Just like his vision, you slowly opened your folds and pushed a finger in, groaning at the sensation. It had been a while, not too long, but long enough to make your body ache for more attention.

You didn’t realized Cisco had gotten closer until you felt your hand being torn away from your mound, a pleading whine leaving you as your body screamed at you for stopping. Your whine was cut short when he pressed his lips against yours, pulling you closer, you realized two things. The first thing was that he towered over you quite dominantly, making you aroused more. The second thing was that he’d removed his boxers because you could feel him pressing against your entrance. Wrapping your arms around him, you rolled your hips, as a way to tell him it was alright and that you wanted this. Cisco didn’t take any time as he slid into you with one quick motion, the stretch making you arch your back against him and moan against his lips.

He tried to start a slow and sensual pace, but with each thrust you could tell he was losing more and more control. Moving your lips from his, you began to place soft kisses up to his ear, letting out a couple of moans into his ear to spur him on. “You don’t have to be so gentle with me Cisco..” You whispered, your hair tangling itself in his hair to give a slight tug. Cisco let a low groan emit from his chest as he painfully gripped your hips and practically began to slam into you. It wasn’t long until a mix of your loud, whiny moans and his groans filled the cortex. The way he held onto you made your heart swell, and you couldn’t stop moaning his name. With each moan of his name, his thrusts got sloppier and harder.

Dragging your nails down his back, you ground your hips into his. You could feel your own orgasm coming, your stomach feeling tight and your toes were curling. You just needed a little push. “Fuck, Y/N!” It seemed that Cisco could tell you were close, as his groans got louder as you clenched around him. Moving his hand from your hips, he was quick to attach his thumb to your sensitive bud, rubbing zig zags and circles. The feeling made your entire body feel tingly, and your moans turned into whiny shouts of garbled words. With one particular thrust and one particular rub at your bud, it was like your walls came crumbling down. Your orgasm felt like rushing water, a long shriek of pleasure echoed throughout the cortex. Cisco’s own orgasm followed soon after as he let you ride out yours, quickly pulling out of you with a long groan as he released onto your stomach.

The room was silent, the only noise you could hear was the panting and gasps for air coming from the both of you. Leaning forward, Cisco placed a number of kisses on your lips before pulling away and helping you clean yourself up. You felt tired, sleepy even. As the two of you finished cleaning up and getting dressed, you cleared your throat, hoping to find something to say. The air was awkward, and you hated it. “Y’know next time you wanna watch me play with myself you could just ask.” You joked, drawing a chuckle from Cisco as he sat back in his seat. “Yeah, I’ll keep that in mind.” He said with a sarcastic tone. It was quiet after that, and you couldn’t stop thinking about the time you two just spent. “Cisco, I uh-” You were cut off quickly by the sound of Barry and Caitlin, your cheeks immediately flourishing in a bright hue as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“Hey guys! Anything happen while we were gone?” Barry asked, and you quickly shook your head. “Nope.” You quickly retorted. “Not a thing.” Cisco quickly added after. The two of them raised a brow as they looked at the two of you. “Well, anyways, we brought food.” You nodded, however before you could walk over to get any, Cisco pulled you aside. “You were going to say something?” He pressed, you bit your bottom lip and shrugged. “I was uh, just wondering if you wanted to come over later?” You asked, looking to him with a hopeful look in your eyes. The wide smile that broke on his lips cause you to bring one to yours as he nodded. “Yeah, sounds like fun.”

“I believe you owe me twenty bucks Mr. Allen.” Caitlin whispered to Barry as she stuck her hand out, and the speedster could only roll his eyes as he took out his wallet. “Yeah, yeah whatever. I didn’t think they’d do it in the cortex!” He said, scrunching his nose in disgust. “I’ll have to clean the table later.” He said as he handed her a twenty. Caitlin and Barry watched as you and Cisco conversed, unbeknownst to you that the blue and purple hickies that littered your neck were quite noticeable.

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reminisce | drabble

NOTES: this kind of got away from me. No, it really got away from me. Saw some cute pictures and got emotional and I wanted to write about why Cassie and Ronnie broke up and it stemmed into this. I mean, this could technically be part of task two, but idk. I’m just gonna stick with this as a drabble right now. Also ignore me, I’m very emotional right now. I made myself sad writing this. Welp. Also I hope that the flashback end and start are clear enough. Hopefully.

Cassie shouldn’t have scrolled through her phone to look through old photos. Maybe she was just looking for some reason to mope. She’s been in a weird mood ever since she got a question about why she and Ronnie broke up. She knows it’s her fault. It’s all her fault. She wishes things went differently, but she can’t take it back now. They broke up, and he’s way too good for her anyway. She’s swiping to the next photo, her lips tugging up slightly at the picture of him and Sheriff. That was taken just a few days before their break up, which she remembers clearly.

“Where are you going?” Ronnie asks, sitting up from his position on the couch. Cassie looks up from where she’d been slipping on her shoes, raising an eyebrow. 

“Out.”

Ronnie raises his own eyebrow, eyes raking over her body and then he’s frowning. “Are you going to the gym again? You just went this morning.”

Cassie knows this is going to lead to another argument. She hasn’t been feeling good about the way she looks, which is stupid, but she feels like she can be more in shape. Her stomach better defined, her arms more sculpted. She looks in the mirror and she’s not happy with the way her body looks. She tells herself that it’s okay to look the way she does, she’s fine, but she still finds herself going to the gym a lot more often now.

And Ronnie? He’s noticed. They live together, of course he’s going to notice. He’s mentioned it, they’ve had talks about it, but she’s noticed that he’s getting more exasperated about it lately. And it hurts. She knows she should probably stop, let him help, but she’s been pushing him away. Emotionally, mostly. 

Their relationship has changed. And she knows it. Sex? Yeah, she’s all for that. She loves the sex, the sex is great. But emotionally? Romantically? She hasn’t been letting him in. And she knows he’s trying. Fuck, she loves him, but she’s just... she can’t let him in. 

“I’m just going to the sauna,” she’s saying. And it’s a lie, and he knows it. 

“Cass...”

“Why do you care anyway?” She’s snapping, and she won’t look at him. She knows how hurt he’s going to look. The silence hangs in the air for a moment, before he speaks up.

“Cass, you know damn well why I care. You’re my girlfriend, I love you.” And then he’s pausing. “Do you not want me to care?”

“I never said that!”

“What do you even want from me anymore? You don’t want me to help you, you don’t want me to care. I can’t stand by and watch you hurt yourself.”

“I’m not hurting myself!” She’s saying, and she’s shaking her head. “It’s not like I have an eating disorder or anything, Ronnie, fuck. I’m eating fine! I’m not throwing up! It’s nothing! So I like working out, what’s wrong with that?”

“Cassie, you know what’s wrong with that. You could fall down into something like that and I’m just worried about you!”

“I don’t want you to be worried about me!” She’s looking up at him and she hates the way he’s looking at her. He’s hurt, she knows, and it makes her upset. And that sadness is mixing with anger and it’s just not good. 

“Well, I’m your boyfriend and I’m still going to be worried about you!”

“Maybe you shouldn’t be! That way I’m not baggage that you feel like you have to worry about!”

He’s silent, just watching her and she’s watching him in return. The words slipped out, and she doesn’t want to break up with him. But with the way he’s concerned she feels like she’s baggage. She wasn’t lying about that. But maybe this is easier. If they break up, he won’t have to deal with her, she can deal with everything by herself. Her lower lip trembles but she’s gritting her teeth to try and stop it.

“You want to break up?” His voice is low and she’s glancing away, feeling the tears welling up in her eyes.

“Maybe it’d be for the best,” she’s whispering. 

Ronnie’s letting out a humorless laugh and he’s shaking his head. “Really, Cass? Really?”

She’s shaking her head. “You said you don’t want to watch and you’re leaving to go to Smackdown soon, so it’ll be better.” 

The silence hangs in the air and Cassie can’t look at him. She can’t. She knows if she does, she’ll just burst into tears. And she can’t handle that right now.

It’s several minutes before he speaks again. “You’re not going to budge on this, are you?”

She’s shaking her head. “No.” Her mind is screaming at her to take this all back, but her mouth won’t let her. She can’t say it. She’s a burden, she doesn’t deserve him. He deserves so much better. She’s standing up, grabbing her bag, still not looking at him. “I’m going to stay with Jess tonight. I’ll see about different apartments. And we can figure out about Sheriff later.”

“Cassie...” He’s reaching out to grab her hand and she’s pulling back. 

“Don’t... Ronnie, don’t. This is for the best, okay? If you think I’m hurting myself or you’re worried about me when there’s nothing wrong with me, then we shouldn’t be together. Because it’s not going to be good for our relationship. And frankly, we haven’t been much of a couple lately. It was good, but it’s time.”

She loves him, she’ll always love him, she doesn’t want this, but it is for the best. This is killing her but it’s the right thing.

“I don’t want this, Cassie. Please.”

 She has to leave before she outright breaks into tears. “We’ll talk later.” And then she’s out the door. It’s only when she’s in the car when she breaks down.

Sheriff is sliding up next to her, breaking her out of her thoughts and she’s taking the dog into her arms, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. She and Ronnie had talked it out, and in the end, he ended up agreeing that it was for the best. She managed to find another place and Ronnie gets to see Sheriff whenever he gets back home. So in the end, it all ended up working out. 

“You wanna go for a walk, buddy?” She’s asking him, shutting off the screen of her phone. The dog wags his tail, and she’s standing up, starting to gather everything she needed to take him and herself for a walk. She needed to clear her head anyway.

[daebak-dreams]

From Crushing to Confessing (A Kihyun One-Shot)

@jessieb4893   Asked:  Can I have a Kihyun imagine where we're friends (and I'm also friends with the rest of monsta x) he treats me like a little sister but then I go away for university for 3/4years and then come back completely different and then he starts developing feelings for me but doesn't know how to confess so he asks the boys what he should do and comes up with a plan to confess to me and I accept. Could you make it a little bit angsty? Thank youuuu 😘😘❤️❤️

Here you go sweetheart! We are soooo sorry for the long longggg delay on this! :(

Kihyun + Reader Genre: Fluffy Angst

   “Stop fidgeting Kihyun, We all have been friends for a long time now of course, so there’s no need to be so nervous!” Minhyuk tugged on the arm of his friend Kihyun as he stood there, teeming with nervousness while he teeter-totered on his toes. 

    “Sorry,” He then chuckled and flashed his cheeky grin before cupping his hands over his eyes and rubbing them. “It’s just seeing her after all these years? It’s really never wrecking.” He sighed as he placed his hands back down by his side and looked around the airport that was now filling up with people. “I just don’t want anything to be different between us.” 

    Hyungwon stood next to him as he rolled his eyes and yawned. “C’mon Kihyun, stop being so scared. Maybe, you’re just nervous because you have feelings for her, hm?” He teased with a raised eyebrow before laughing when Kihyun smacked his arm. 

   “I do not!” He scoffed with a smile. “Y/N is just my friend, well actually, she’s more of like a sister to me.” He shrugged then chuckled. “A cute kid sister.”

   “Right..” Hyungwon trailed off with a cheeky grin and a shake of his head.

   A few more moments went by of awkward silence here and there, with an occasional groan from Kihyun’s nervousness or Hyungwon’s impatient tone until they finally jumped from the sound of the announcement of your plane finally landing.

   The next scene was like a clip from a movie.

   Kihyun stood,waiting at the very bottom of the escalators,waiting for your arrival. Everyone rushed down, and into the arms of their loved ones. He stood with his arms crossed over his now heaving chest from his rattling heart. His smile that was plastered from ear to ear was now fading ever so slow when the line of people from the plane was becoming smaller and smaller.

    That’s when his eyes fell on someone who took his breath away. He mouthed the words ‘wow’ to himself as she smiled and walked down with her luggage in her hands. 

   “She’s really lovely.” He thought to himself. “Wait. Is she coming..towards..me?” He then suddenly became stiff when she walked up to him with a huge grin and glittering eyes ,until she finally stopped in front of him.

   “Kihyun!” 

    “Uhm. Do I we know eachother?”

    “Seriously?! It’s me, Y/N!” 

    He felt his jaw slightly drop as he stared at you then shook his head from his own daze. “Y/N?! What ?! N-no way! You looked so different in your pictures you sent me! What the hell?” He took a step back as if he had just stepped on your feet accidentally.

    “It’s me,” You couldn’t help but laugh at his expression. He was always the cool ,mature type around you so seeing this reaction from his was priceless. “And the only reason that I look different from the pictures I sent you was because those were some older pictures. You kept pestering me for pictures so you would know I was doing okay” You shook your head. “I was so busy that I didn’t have the time take any.” You shrugged before turning to the other two who stood there just as dazed as Kihyun. “Hey guys!” You smiled.

   “It’s good to see you again Y/N! Here, let me help you with your bags since Kihyun is too busy drooling over you.” Minhyuk teased harshly before going over to you and grabbing your things from you and started walking. “The car is this way.”

    You nodded a thank you before you started walking behind them, with Kihyun by your side.

    The walk was a short one, but seemed to drag on with the silence between you two.

   “So, what’s up with you?” You finally huffed out quietly.

    “What do you mean?” He looked at you from the corner of his eye, then back towards the other two that were way ahead to make sure they were out of ear-shot.

   “Really? Something is up Kihyun. I can tell, don’t try to hide it because we have known eachother for so long now.” You shrugged, but smiled at him to know you meant well.

    “Really, nothing’s wrong. Honestly.” He could feel his face heat up when his eyes fell on your lips that curled into a smile. He then looked away then threw his arms up as he stretched while secretly cringing at himself. “Ah! It’s really hot today!” He groaned out loud.

    “It’s not that hot. At least not as hot as it is back at campus.” 

    “Do you like it? How are the classes? Have you met anyone that you liked?” Suddenly he started to spew out questions like crazy then bit the tip of his tongue slightly.

   “Now that’s the Kihyun I know.” You tilted your head to the side and giggled. 

   His face, along with his whole body became hotter to the touch when he heard your laughing.

   Once in the car he felt as though he was in a sauna as he sat, scrunched up in the back seat with you. He couldn’t help but glance your way here and there, as if he were studying you. Your hair was so much more different than back then. It was much darker and it made your facial features much softer yet stand out. Your makeup skills had improved, making your look much older. Your body was curvy in all the right places and he had to pry his eyes from your physique. 

    “Yoo-Hoo! Kihyun?”

    His eyes shot up at the voice that called out to him. “Huh?”

    “We’re here.” Minhyuk smiled at him from the rearview mirror before opening the car door and getting out followed by Hyungwon.

“Oh this is so nice.” You cooed as you too got out of the car and saw the small cook out that they had planned for your arrival. You smiled as everone else came up to greet you with smiles and hugs. Though, Wonho had took it slightly to another level, making Kihyun react quickly.

   “Oh my God! Look at you Y/N. You really got so much sexier!” He beamed at you as he shook your hand but still held onto it as he gave the back of your hand a sweet and lingering kiss which made you blush and smile.

   “Yah!” Kihyun jutted his hand out and quickly pulled back yours from his with a frown. “Don’t you think you’re becoming a little too comfortable Wonho?”

  Everyone, including him burst out laughing.

  “Oh my gosh, he really is still like her older brother!” Changkyun exclaimed.

  “How cute!” Jooheon teased.

   “Let them be. He can’t help it. That’s his best friend.They were the closest out of all of us” Shownu even chimed in.

   All of their laughter and teasing made him much more anxious and peeved as he shook his head and went to take a seat at the table.

   Soon the afternoon changed into a night filled with laughter and reminiscing. After sometime you looked around and found Kihyun sitting alone by himself. You walked over to him, your arms pulled behind your back and a nervous smile upon your face. “So,” You leaned over and looked at him. “Tonight was fun?” You chuckled as you sat down next to him after he looked over at you with a half-smile.

   “Yeah...” He breathed out and looked out in front of him at nothing.  

   “You want to tell me what’s wrong and why you’re sitting all by yourself?”

   “It’s nothing. I’m just tired..” He shrugged.

   After a few more moments of silence your smile went away as you stood up, feeling slightly upset. “Uhm- I think I’m pretty tired myself.” You sighed then looked at your phone’s time. “I think I should get to bed now. You said they had a place set up for me in the spare room r-” You trailed off when you saw that Kihyun was again, in a daze. “It’s alright. I will go ask one of the others to show me the way.” You forced a smile, trying to stay positive as you made your way towards the group who was now putting things away.

   Kihyun sat there not knowing what to do. He clenched his fists against his pants as he heard you walk away. As he watched you from the corner of his eye until you went inside, he sighed in an angry manner. “Dammit. Why are you acting like this?” He thought to himself.

   Just then, Jooheon walked up to him and looked down at him seriously. “Hey, what’s your deal?”

   “What?” Kihyun looked up at him.

  “One of our good friends is here and instead of being happy, you’ve been giving her the cold shoulder pretty much all after noon long. And just then it looked like she wanted to cry.”

   Jooheon’s words made him look back down and frown. “I didn’t mean to make her feel that way..it’s just....Dammit!”

    The rest of the group heard Kihyun’s frustration and was by his side in a minute trying to too figure out why their friend was acting this way.

   “She just..I feel different around her now than I did before. I see her like a woman. Not just a little girl anymore.Ever since we started texting while she was away, then seeing her again now.” He felt himself shudder as he said these words outloud and suddenly felt shy.

    “We could have guessed that!” Wonho laughed. “The way you reacted when I kissed her hand, and the way you were starring at her all night long! It’s super obvious. And she likes you too if we are being honest now.” 

    Kihyun leaped up and almost choked. “No way! This is so embarrassing!” He groaned out loud as he put his hands at his side. “I don’t know what to do..” He shut his eyes tightly, cringing at the way he was rude towards you earlier. 

    “Go talk to her and tell her how you feel dummy.” Changkyun sighed with his arms crossed.

    “Please do,” Hyungwon nodded with a yawn. “Or we won’t hear the last of it tonight and we all need sleep.”

    “Well what if she’s sleeping or- or..” He stuttered as he tried to come up with excuses as the boys pushed him forward towards the entrance of the house.

    “Go on, unless you want to clean up by yourself?” Shownu said sternly with a smile.

   Kihyun finally mustered up all his courage and heaved a finally and heavy sigh as he made his way inside, and down the hall towards the room you were in.

    He opened the door a crack and noticed a sleeping lump on your bed which he knew was you. He then took a deep breath and smiled , knowing this would have to wait for tomorrow. He then felt that something was keeping him there. He drifted quietly into your room then sat softly on your bed.

    “Hey.” He whispered. “You know? We have been friends for sometime now. And I know I always treated you like a child, but things are different now..” He trailed off thinking of what to say to your sleeping self. “You mean alot to me. And I didn’t mean to be so mean to you back there. I guess I was just trying to distance myself from you- wait no, not you, but my feelings for you. Being the way I am now, and the way you are now too, I just couldn’t help myself around you, so I became so nervous and didn’t know what to do..”He leaned his head back feeling relieved that you were sleeping and didn’t have to see how greasy he was being right then and there.  “I just didn’t want to lose you as a friend...”

    “I guess what I’m trying to say is...I like you, maybe even more? But not just as a friend, but more like when you want to hold hands or kiss...I don’t know why it took me so long to see it until now, and that was dumb of me to see now how much I missed you, and having you around.” He smiled to himself and sighed softly once more. “I think when the moment is right I would want to hold you in my arms and just tell you how much I really feel for you...”

    “Then why don’t you do that right now?” Suddenly he heard a small voice sound from behind him.

    “Y/N?!” He turned to see you now sitting up and looking at him with a blushing face. “How much of that did you hear!?”

    “All of it.” You spoke quietly, “And I too feel the same way Kihyun...I always have. I just never said anything because all you did was see me as a little kid and I always hated it. But now that I know how you really feel..That makes me happy.” Your smile formed again.

    He shifted around and smiled at you, “I’m sorry...I just didn’t want you to freak out by the way I felt about you.” He breathed out in a relieved way.

    You held your arms open wide, while also holding up the blanket. “Then why don’t you come and tell me all about how you feel about me?” You said playfully.

    He nodded and smiled, now feeling as though things hadn’t changed between you two, besides the fact that this love was mutual between the two of you.

    After kicking off his shoes, he climbed in next to you and held you tightly in his arms. As you laid your head on his chest, he kissed your forhead and smiled against your skin. “ I think I really like you, like alot alot.” He chuckled quietly.

    You smiled up at him for a moment. “Well you’re in luck, because I really like you alot alot too.”

Hope you liked it dear!~

-Admin Bonbori

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Afterglow (Episode 33)

"How's your hand feeling baby" Angus asks over breakfast, taking my hand and giving it a kiss. All eight of us gathered around the dinning table to eat the breakfast that Tess and Declan had prepared.

"Sore but I think the ice pack helped" I tell him, "It was so worth it though"

"Sore hand in the morning and a happy Angus can only mean one thing" Declan jokes, Tess gives him a dirty look and the others erupt in laughter, it takes me a while to understand that Declan is making a sex joke and I giggle

"Declan that's not funny, thats my sister" Tess goes off at him

"Lighten up Tess, it was funny" I laugh at her and she softens.

"What are we up to today?" Tess asks everyone

"Steph and I are doing a shopping trip to Magnolia Promenade, it's on the mainland, I was thinking we should make it a girls day if you girls want to join us?" I propose and the girls all cheer in agreement.

"Declan can we borrow your van? We won't all fit in the Angus' car and theres more room to put our bags" Tess asks Declan

"Of course you can baby" He says, kissing her on the cheek, I love how cute these two are.

"Take my credit card baby" Angus offers me as we are leaving, pulling it out of his wallet

"I don't need it, I have my savings from working at the bakery, plus this is my surprise for you, doesn't seem right if you pay for it" I inform him, he kisses me goodbye and we leave on our girls day out, Steph driving Declan's van with Annabelle up front with her and Tess, Cassie I in the back. We drive onto the ferry, parking underneath in the car section and find a seat up on deck, the ferry is almost empty of passengers this morning, except for one lone guy sitting on a bench seat, sporting a shiny, new black eye, he looks upper and sees me with my group of friends and comes marching over.

"You're a fucking prick tease bitch" He screams at me.

"Hi, Im Tess, speak to my sister like that again and I'll give you a matching black eye on the other side" Tess threatens him.

"Whatever, I didn't need you anyway, I was balls deep in a busty blonde before midnight" He boasts

"Translation ladies, he watched porn and touched his own dick" Steph clarifies for us and we burst out laughing.

"Where's your personal trainer today? Not here to protect you?" He says smugly

"Charlie, it was me that punched you in the face, not Angus, he just shoved you up against a wall" I remind him, "Oh, and to answer your question about where he is, he's most likely out buying condoms because unlike you, he got the girl. That must be humiliating for you, you put in all this effort to try and get me to go home with you and the guy who didn't have to talk himself up woke up with me in his bed this morning" I laugh at him

"Congratulations, you got your number two and how did Mr Beefcake compare to Mr Perfect" He asks with that smug smile on his face

"Oh no, I'm still at one, Angus has always been one and that boy has mad skills" I inform him, "Go away charlie, you're nothing but a fuckboy" I order him and he slinks away.

"So what are we shopping for?" Cassie asks to remove the bad  energy that was Charlie

"Lingerie, I need something sexier than my Hello Kitty underwear, I need to look hot" I tell the girls shyly and they all squeal with excitement.

"Oh this is awesome because I need something to spice things up with Declan after 4 years together" Tess tells us and I'm surprised, we've never talked about things like this.

"I could use a set of new handcuffs, Sam and I had to break the last ones because we lost the key somewhere" Cassie tells us and we all stop and look at her in surprise, "We're experimenting"

"Why did we not talk like this before" I ask them

"Because you were in high school and having sex with your first boyfriends and scared that your friends would judge you" Annabelle says smiling at us and taking Steph's hand, "Welcome to the grown up world ladies, this is what women talk about with each other but you can never bring it up with in conversation around the men, it's our secrets."

I'm excited to step into this new world with my best friends.

Steph drives us to Magnolia Promenade, a long street of exclusively branded stores that include  a giant lingerie store with everything that ranges from tame night dresses all the way up to early there string pieces that leave nothing to the imagination.

"You'll need more than one ladies" Steph tells us as we browse the racks, "And don't get anything that will be too hard to get out of, nothing spoils the mood faster than struggling to get out of an outfit" She laughs

I purchase four different styles, one of which I plan to save until Christmas and find Tess looking at vibrators

"I'm thinking of getting one" She says shyly

"Angus bought me that silver one, I like it" I tell her and she smiles at me

"So it's good?" She asks

"Oh yeah" I exclaim, putting my arm around her shoulder and we laugh together, Cassie comes running up to us with seven outfits and two different types of handcuffs.

"I got fluffy and regular" She squeals at us.

We stop for lunch and then head back to the island. The boys are out of the house when we arrive home which makes it easier to sneak our goodies in unnoticed but they come home not long after us. Angus comes into our room just as I'm hiding the last bag.

"How was shopping Princess?" Angus asks, before wrapping me up in his arms.

"Really good, I love Steph and Annabelle, it's great having friends who are teaching us that it's ok to talk about our men" I tell him

"You talked about me baby" He questions with a big smile on his face.

"Maybe, all good things though" I promise him.

"I don't need to know, girls talk and I love that you have a group of women to confide in" He says kissing me, "Oh, by the way, I booked a table for eight people tonight at a restaurant"

"Eight people, like a group date?" I ask, I love this idea

"Yeah, I thought it was kind of rude if I took you away from your friends considering this is your end of school holiday but I did also book a hotel room just for us, I hope that's ok" He explains, I love how thoughtful he is.

"Did you get the protection?" I enquire and he pulls a box from his pocket and throws it on the bed, smiling at me.

"First thing I did this morning, I also bought myself some clothes and necessities and I called Imogen and told her I won't be back til Friday because I'm spending some time with my Girlfriend and my friends" He informs me

"How did she take the news that we are back together?" I enquire

"I have a ringing noise in my right ear because she squealed so loudly down the phone, she loved you long before she met you so she's very happy for us, she also said to tell you that 'He is very dreamy but he's not the sun, you are', I have no idea what that means but she said you would get it" He laughs

"She quoted Cristina Yang from Grey's Anatomy to you for me, I get it" I laugh, Imogen and I share the same love of Grey's.

"So when do I get my surprise" He asks like a little kid waiting for Santa

"Tonight, when we're alone" I promise him

"You know I just want to run my tongue up your thigh right now and not stop when I reach the top of your legs, I've been thinking about it all day" He teases

"Well you will have to be patient and wait" I say, fighting temptation to just cave in now and let him to as he pleases to me but waiting until we're alone will make it all the more special.

Angus booked us into a restaurant to sample some of the local cuisine the island has to offer, it's the first time most of us has tried Kava, a local drink. We make toasts together, everyone laughing and eating.

"I want to stay here forever" I announce to Angus when we finish our dinner and he looks at me with adoring eyes.

"We could baby, not any time soon but once we get our degrees we could move out here and live in the house, have a few kids and live the island life" He says in a dreamy tone, like he's making future plans for us.

"Oh now you want children?" I question him, surprised

"I always wanted children, just far in the future but I want to have them with you" He whispers to me

"We could make one tonight" I stir him and he looks at me with fear on his face

"Zoey Amelia Green don't even joke about that" He panics, I smile and kiss his cheek

"Let's go to the hotel, I can't wait any longer to give you your surprise" I suggest, we say our goodbyes to the rest of the group and Angus drives us to one of the most luxurious hotels on the island.

Angus booked us into the penthouse, no surprises there but it's so different than the one in Del Sol Valley, here we have a zen garden on the balcony and the spa is among the island greenery landscape. The smell of hibiscus flowers fills the air but isn't overpowering, the bed has a bamboo frame and sits on a hardwood floor, the dinning table is smaller, seating for four and theres a full sized fridge stocked with alcohol and snacks. The hotel has it's own private beach as well as a pool, sauna and gym.

"We don't have to leave until tomorrow afternoon baby so there's no rush, we can take our time" He tells me, the cheeky smile spreading across his face, "Do you want some champagne, I don't think there's any in the fridge but I can call to room service and get some and dessert too" He offers, I sense that he's nervous, it's been 4 months since we were last intimate, 4 months since we had that fight that tore us apart.

"Champagne would be great, thank you baby" I say as I kiss his neck softly as he puts the call through to room service, they run it up to us within minutes, Angus grabs two champagne flutes and slowly fills them, he hands me a glass and we make a toast to us.

"How did you know I picked the end bedroom anyway?" I ask him

"You love the ocean Zoey so I knew you would pick a room facing the beach, I also knew you would pick the end room  because it's closest to the bathroom and you always forget to take your change of clothes with you when you shower so it's a shorter run to the bedroom" He replies. He knows me so well, "Wasn't there talk of a surprise for me tonight Zoey?" He asks with the cheeky smile.

"Do you want me to show it to you now? You've been very patient" I say, attempting to seduce him.

"Now I'm curious more so, it's something you show me?" He asks, walking over to sit on the edge of the bed, "I'm ready to be shown"

"Take your pants off Angus, shirt too" I demand, he does as he's asked, sitting back down in his his briefs.

"So my surprise is myself in my own underwear?" He asks confused

"Unzip my dress" I order him, ignoring his confusion, he does as he's told, letting it slink to the floor, revealing my new, white corset underneath.

"Fuck Zoey, that is just..." His voice trails off as he leans back to take it all in, he looks up at my face, his eyes meeting mine, "You can't come in here dressing like this" He tells me and I suddenly feel very embarrassed, I thought he'd enjoy me dressing up for him.

"I thought you'd like it" I say in a small, disappointed voice

"Oh I fucking love it baby but I've gone 4 months without sex and you're standing in front of me looking so damn hot and I'm just going to blow my load in 15 seconds flat" He laughs and I smile at him, he reaches out and runs a hand up the inside of my thigh, slipping his fingers inside my panties and I feel them enter me, he smiles with delight

"You never fail to disappoint my Princess" He praises me, removing his fingers from inside me and sliding my panties down my legs, I reach down and slide his briefs off, I can see he's hard already, I drop to my knees and lick along his shaft from base to tip then take it fully into mouth, moving him in and out and using my tongue to draw circles on his tip, he groans deeply in appreciation as I feel him grow harder.

"I'm gonna cum baby" He exclaims and I feel him explode in my mouth with warm, liquid sensation, it's an odd taste, not unpleasant but not something I want to swallow, I run to the bathroom with a mouth full and spit it into the sink, I grab the mouthwash and swish it around. I walk back into the bedroom and notice Angus hasn't moved from where I left him.

"I did warn you" He laughs

"I'm sorry I couldn't swallow it, I did some reading while we were apart and I know it can be seen as rude to spit it out" I apologise

"I don't care if you spit it out, I'm more impressed by your skills, that was fucking amazing" He says, pulling me down onto the bed, "Now it's your turn" He says, kissing my neck softly, moving his way down my body, he reaches the top of my breasts, being pushed together to create cleavage and he runs his tongue in-between them, unclasping my corset starting at the top and working his way down, once opened he lifts up my back gently with one arm and uses his other to slide my corset out from under me and places me back down. He begins licking my nipples, running his tongue over them in a circular motion, my body tingles at his touch and he hasn't even moved into my sweet spot yet, he moves his lips down to my belly, kissing and licking along the way, his mouth reaches between my legs and I feel his tongue on me, bringing every sensation inside of me to life, I let a series of moans escape my mouth, I remember this feeling, the building orgasm. I feel him slip a finger inside me and slowly start to move it, reading my body's pulses, I'm getting closer and closer with every lashing of his tongue until I reach the point where I can't hold back, I feel myself let go and it feels amazing. I've missed this, I've missed him. He kisses inside my thigh and slides himself up beside me, giant smile on his wet face.

"I could pleasure you all day" He announces, "Don't worry baby, we're not done yet" He promises me, he finds his pants on the floor and pulls a condom from his pocket, he rips it open with his teeth, takes it out and throws the wrapper.

"Can I put it on?" I ask him and he smiles brightly at me

"Of course baby" He replies, placing it on the tip and I roll it down, he sits on his knee,  pushes my knees to my chest and enters me.

"Fuck you feel good" He moans, I could say the same about him too, I feel every thrust, every nipple pinch, his thumb on my clitoris makes me become tighter insider, I feel myself clenching and releasing around his penis. I open my eyes to study his beautiful face, it's tense and his pleasure is building too, sweat running down his chest as he picks up his pace, moving inside of me faster and faster until I lose control and groan with elation as I complete my journey, I can feel myself pulsating around his shaft, his body goes tense as he gives his final thrust and then he relaxes, catching his breath and exiting me. He lays his head on my stomach and I run my fingers through his soft, blonde hair.

"I love you Princess" He whispers to me

"I love you too Angus, that was unbelievable" I praise him and he looks up at me with those piercing blue eyes and smiles

"You were unbelievable" He credits me

We lay in the afterglow for what feels like hours, me stroking his hair, him running his fingers softly over my thighs, I never thought I'd get to be here with him again, making love and kissing him all over but I'm so grateful we get our second chance