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nuatthebeach · 2 years ago

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you knew that i'm a mastermind, and now you're mine

comment here on AO3.

mastermind may be an unlikely choice from Taylor Swift's Midnights, but i hope this short fic explains why it's the right one. more on that here.

gifted to @corneliaavenue for ranting with me about this damn album and finding new ways to apply its songs to hinny every day.

At first glance, the press can feel quite irritating.

Not in the she's-Harry-bloody-Potter's-wife sort of way - though there is plenty of that kind too, don't get her wrong - but in the you-are-famous-so-you-must-be-asked-all-sorts-of-intrusive-questions kind of way.

Over the years, she's come up with methods to circumvent those, and she finds herself fairly satisfied with the results.

Ginny flicks her eyes to her watch and claps her palms together. "Right, you lot. You know the rules: one hour, free for all," she raises her eyebrows in question, "Except for?"

"Respect boundaries, no use of passive aggressive questions, don't bring up Mr. Potter, limit discussions to Quidditch but deviations are allowed if not intrusively personal," the small press group chants obediently before one adult with rough skin tacks on, "And absolutely zero tolerance for any - and I quote from you directly - '1950s shite that implies anything about being the Chosen One's baby factory.' We should know better, and we should be better."

She grins, eyes brightening. "Correct, Peter! You learn quick! How are the kids, by the way? Sarah finally crawling?"

"Yes, Mrs. Potter, but we've got a new problem, unfortunately. Changing her nappy has become a bit difficult."

Ginny can tell. The man's hairline is already beginning to recede at the tender age of thirty eight, poor thing. She's not too much of a cow to point that out, of course.

"Ah, well, changing a nappy is a two person job," she states instead, "Maybe get Meghan to hold her arms down?"

"That won't stop her kicking, I suppose. But it is a start."

"And you, Sully?" she turns her attention to the lanky man standing in the back right, the words 'Highway to Hell' spilled colorfully on his shirt, ever the lover of Muggle music that he is. "Did you try that Indian restaurant I told you about last meeting? Remember we talked about expanding your palate to something a bit more…tasteful?"

He smiles a gap-filled smile, his remaining enamel a perfect match to the withering gray of his hair. At least one can't sue The Daily Prophet for ageism, she thinks off-handedly.

"Yes, I did. The curries were to die for. I've got a recommendation for you too, if you'd like."

Remembering his past insistence that she should give a taste for haggis, a quite fascinating Scottish delicacy of a sheep's heart, liver, and lungs mixed intricately with oatmeal and onions, Ginny fights to keep the smile on her face.

"Er, yeah, Sully, let's circle back to that, for sure."

One woman in the front raises her brightly manicured hand, practically bouncing in her eagerness to ask her first question. Ginny obliges, noting that she's among the newer, younger faces. "Hi, Gi - er, Mrs. Potter…I'm Jasmine! I've been cheering for you since your starting position with the Harpies! As someone who has also grown up in a testosterone-fueled house, I can tell you that seeing you earn a place in every league, every tournament you've been in has just - I am honor - I mean, you're just so amazing, and I - fuck, okay, I'll wrap this up."

Ginny laughs, startled but pleasantly so. She mouths a quick 'thank you,' touched beyond words.

Jasmine takes a deep breath and struggles to morph her expression to the likes of the other serious faces around her, self-consciously tucking a piece of chestnut hair behind her ear. Ginny wishes she wouldn't. Her energy is refreshing. She promises to tell her this one day.

"Since your projected wins have been accurate thus far, my question is, what do the stats say about the likelihood of the upcoming game resulting in the Chudley Cannons ranking above the Ballycastle Bats for the first time in seven years? They've certainly pulled their weight this season."

"Well, if you asked my brother, he'd say 100%, but since I'm obligated to tell the objective truth…" They all laugh appreciatively, and Jasmine's smile returns to the avid nature it once was. "On a more informative note, though, I'd say the realistic chances are…"

And this goes on for a while, the push and pull of conversation and banter, like gentle waves yielding to an easy tide, and this, this is the energy Ginny wishes she had been surrounded with throughout her professional life so far. She had never once blamed this particular lack on Harry, of course, for only a dimwit would believe he had somehow orchestrated this whole thing.

And if he still believes this sometimes, he's her dimwit, so he doesn't really count.

And it's not like she cares about what other people think.

Though it is another thing entirely to say it can't be a pain in the arse sometimes. A nail in an already infected foot.

But she refuses to let that bring her down.

It's her life, and she weaves the web of her own destiny. After all, she's spent enough time letting people use shears to tear them down.

"Mrs. Potter, I don't believe you ever addressed your oldest rumor back in your Hogwarts days?"

Ah, she spoke too soon. The Shear Personified.

"It's been overheard from several of your old classmates that Mr. Potter has identified you in his Amortentia during potions class." Oh, Jeffree, don't do it. You were quiet for so long. As you should have remained. "I mean, has there ever been an instance where you slipped in a love potion, let's say, in his pumpkin juice during breakfast? At least once?" I could have introduced you to Aunt Muriel, and you could have been miserable gossips together. "It's just a bit hard to believe - "

She doesn't even have to open her mouth because all of a sudden, the small crowd starts to chatter angrily, glaring at the admittedly social-cues-lacking middle-aged man.

"Boo," gap-toothed Sully chants, throwing his unlit cigarette butt in an aimless direction.

"Poor form, mate," Peter's head shaking causes a child's toy to go off in his nappy bag. "You should know the rules by now."

"Get. Out." This high-pitched but firm squeak is from Jasmine herself, and it's honestly more effective than any of the group's efforts thus far.

Ginny looks around at the mayhem, touched that her little fan circle is responding so strongly on her behalf.

It means the world, truly, considering that she'd gotten comfortable with the accusations and hate for so long, she forgot it had ever bothered her.

The turn of her lips, though slight, is full of awe, taking in the sight around her.

When the din finally quiets enough, she catches the end of Jeffree's defensive words: "All I am saying is that they were adolescents when they first got together, and reports say - "

"Who gives a damn what reports say?!"

"Er, thank you, Jasmine. Reports say that he was soon on the run for months, and - and - " he falters when he sees Ginny's cutthroat eyes, clearing his throat, "even at the last game, there are images of Mr. Potter staring in a 'daze that rivals a sacrificial victim ensnared by an enchantress,' to quote your own colleague Rita Skeeter - "

"Well, I'm glad Rita finds me enchanting," Ginny cuts in dryly, "But what are these images that you keep babbling about? At least have the gall to put your money where your mouth is before throwing accusations in the middle of a private press meeting."

With irritatingly un-shaky hands, Jeffree pulls out the "Exclusive Celebrity Papers," a Rita Skeeter new edition - as if she's written anything else in the past - and jabs at the pictures with one stubby finger.

She narrows her eyes, observing grainy-image-Harry gaping at grainy-image-Ginny, who had been commentating that day for the recent Appleby Arrows and Tutshill Tornados match, his gaze utterly distracted and…unfocused.

That is peculiar, Ginny wonders. Was it possible that he was stupefied earlier that day at work? No, the spell doesn't usually last that long, and he would have told her if he was, and besides, she's seen that look before she just can't place it -

And then, Ginny sees where exactly he's ogling at, and everything immediately clicks together.

"I know love potions are supposed to bring about feelings of lust, but I hate to break it to you, those trousers are known to do the same."

Her crowd laughs appreciatively, and Jasmine lets out a hearty whoop.

At this point, Jeffree's cheeks are a deep maroon.

"That - that's not very appropriate."

Ginny rolls her eyes. "Neither are your questions. I have a fit arse. My husband knows this. The sun rises in the east. Celery is a shite vegetable. Life goes on."

"Oh, please."

Great, here comes Ginny's least favorite part of these press meetings. She had been foolish to think it was put in the past, but alas.

When a man feels hurt that their ego isn't stroked, they spend their time feeling the need to let everyone know, thinking they'll care.

Like a child crying for attention. Only with these types of men, it's not a phase.

"Let's not pretend that everyone here is not wondering the same thing," the prat starts, "What, you think they care what restaurant taste you have? Your daycare advice? We all came here for one thing. A story."

This sends the room in a heated flurry again, but Ginny cuts it short, her biting remark a crisp breeze on a two-in-the-morning walk home.

"I don't need a love potion for my own husband to want me. And I don't care what you think your opinion is."

She skips, of course, the rant thrumming deep within her veins about how she, of all people, would know on a personal level what it's like to lose autonomy and would be the last to take it away from someone else. Such an obvious argument would only go over this dense sack's head.

Besides, she doesn't owe anyone any explanation.

Instead, she settles the building friction in the room with a cool: "But if you dare insult anyone in this room again, you'll find that the next story you cover is the one outside the toilets of the Ministry. And spoiler alert, entries into the departments are not all they use them for."

The rest of the press - no, her friends - cheers in delighted unison, Jasmine going so far as to hold the door for Jeffree's exit.

Sully swipes Rita's paper from his hand and rips it in two.

xxx

Harry laughs, listening attentively to Ginny's recount of the entire debacle, peppering remarks of "it is a great arse" and "if I see Jeffree covering the toilet entries I'll be sure to leave the seat up" and "ah, classic Sully. Maybe we should try the haggis he's always talking about," to which Ginny replies "or maybe we shouldn't" and grins as he affirms "yeah, maybe we shouldn't."

When their low-lit living room falls to a hush, Harry leans into Ginny's side, refilling her wine without her asking, and she ponders at how being with him just fits.

Like dominoes cascading in a line.

She puts her glass down and snuggles under his chin, preferring his clean scent as her method of intoxication instead.

"It's amazing," he breaks the companionable silence after a while, rubbing her back.

She lifts her head curiously.

"Only you could turn around a whole group of paparazzi and make them not only respect your boundaries but adore you. As a person. You just win over people so easily."

Ginny laughs and playfully nudges her elbow into his side, pressing her forehead to his. She knows he's really saying You win me over too, you know. Every day.

And all the rich colors of the grass around the world can't capture the natural comfort that his sage eyes make her feel.

She just has one final, teasing question to ask him.

"I mean, are you really surprised?"

His smirk is wide.

"Not in the least."

#hinny ficlet #harry x ginny ficlet #hinny fluff #ginny deals with press and it's hot

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plussizeappreciationfics · 4 years ago

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OS: Jodeci

Requested: Yes

By: Anonymous

Summary:

Can you do a Chris Evans and Black girl smut one shot based off the song jodeci by keke wyatt.

Can the black girl be brown skin but like a little on the darker side

Pairing: Chris Evans x Black plus sized Reader

Warning(s): 18+ only, oral sex (male and female receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it up before you back it up people), adult language

Word count: 2,4k

A/N: Been a while since things got hot and nasty here, didn't they? Enjoy my loves because we all need to attend church together again 💋

Images found on Google/Pinterest

Baby i got something that you trying feel you the only one

i'ma let get in it i'ma turn the music up & let it play

& we gon' do it to a little Jodeci,

Baby baby i been think about you crazy crazy crazy

Baby baby I'm impatient tell me why you got me waiting

you better make it worth my time

Cause i got somethin sexy on alcohol in my cup

I don't want another text no no time for you to pull up

Hope you didn't think I'll forget about the way you ran them lips

You been talking real big shit so I'ma hold you to it

"Open your eyes, babe" you gently whispered, loving how Chris immediately uncovered his eyes with his hands before a loud gasp left his lips. The sight of you was simply magical. Magnificent.

"I don't deserve this" the actor mumbled to himself, feeling his hardening thickness twitch in his boxers. He could barely sit still on your shared bed, the sight of your beautiful body covered in amazing lingerie setting his whole body on fire. That man had experienced quite some pleasure and lust but this was on a whole other scale.

All he could think about was touching you, licking you on and in all the right spots while appreciating the feeling of your soft and smooth skin with his hands. Chris Evans was drooling.

"You like?" you asked with a chuckle, feeling powerful and so confident. Your boyfriend nodded his head aggressively, wanting you to not even doubt for a second that you were a Goddess to him.

"I love it, and I love you".

His words made your heart swell in your chest, pride and joy rushing through your blood while you dimmed the light of the bedroom before completely stepping out of the connected bathroom and closing the door behind you. Tonight was a night you wouldn't forget. There was no special occasion to celebrate, just you wanting to remind your boyfriend that you were the most beautiful and badass he ever had.

"I love you too, babe. Now let's make some new, delicate memories" you announced, walking over to the bed and almost bursting out laughing when Chris scooted to the edge of the bed, placing his feet on the floor and scanning your body from head to toe.

That man had seen, smelled, tasted and touched your naked body countless of times but every single new time felt like pure heaven to him. He felt his head becoming dizzy at the simple thought of having you in his arms, looking like a whole meal.

Once you stood before him, ready to drive him crazy, the actor reached his hand out to place them around your wide hips but he stopped mid air and stared into your eyes.

"May I touch you?"

Your heart fluttered at those words, "Of course you may". Being with him for two years hadn't changed his impeccable manners and the respecting of your boundaries. He always made sure that every single touch was consented and that you felt comfortable before anything further would happen.

A happy sigh left your lips when you felt him immediately pull you closer to him by your hips, your wide hips loving the solid grip he had on them. He was facing your big belly and you couldn't help but wink when he leaned in and placed delicate kisses all over it, appreciating all the soft and squishy rolls your body was graced with.

"You are so fucking beautiful, I can barely breathe baby" Chris whispered with a shaky, low tone. He was hard, his dick wanting to be buried deep inside of your wet and tight walls. His breathing became more erratic, the kisses became longer with more suction added.

You couldn't keep your eyes off your man while you slowly removed the straps of your bra, letting the soft material slide down your smooth, dark skin. Your boyfriend looked up, pure lust and excitement filling his eyes while you continued your slow strip show. Once you had unclasped and removed your bra, you let it drop to the ground.

Your dark brown nipples hardened immediately at the cooler temperature of your room. They were waiting to be touched, sucked and licked at. "What are you waiting for babe? This is all for you" you reassured the actor before letting out a soft moan once you leaned down and let him go to work on your breasts.

Your knees immediately buckled at the intense sensations of his warm mouth sucking and nibbling at one of your nipples, the other being stimulated with his thumb and index finger, gently being rolled and tucked at just the way you loved it.

Your wetness instantly pooled in your panties and you slowly straddled his lap, needing to sit down because you knew that your knees would give in from the pleasure and make you lose your balance. Another loud hum left your lips when your clothed sex came in direct contact with Chris's hard length, you could feel every inch of him through his boxers.

Your hips instantly began to move against him, the friction making you close your eyes and lose yourself into the intimate moment. Meanwhile, your boyfriend had kisses his way up to your neck, making sure to lick and nibble at your most sensitive spots, all while whispering how much he loved you, your body and promising to do you good.

"Babe" you whispered, opening your eyes and looking at the actor with pure greed. "Lay down and relax, I want you in my mouth" the determination in your boyfriend ready to combust into flames. You got off his lap and watched in pure amusement how he quickly laid down in the middle of the bed, his boxers shrugged off his legs in a heartbeat and his dick now ready to be touched.

You crawled over to him, swaying your wide hips the way he loved it before getting comfortable in between his legs. "Fuck" Chris hissed while looking down, watching you take his length in your mouth, your plump lips licking the tip while your hand stroked the base in a steady but slowly rhythm.

"Look at you, so fucking beautiful" he praised which only made more wetness gush into your now ruined panties. You loved how vocal he was. You never looked away from his face, loving all the faces he pulled, his lips slightly parted and your name tumbling off his tongue every few seconds.

You closed your eyes and relaxed your jaw before lowering your head and taking almost every inch of your boyfriend into your mouth, his tip reaching the back of your throat. "Mhm..." you moaned, loving the taste of him. Your tongue licked around the base, making sure to appreciate every inch of your man.

You said you wanna do it any freakin where well that I gotta see

& you said you wanna kiss me every freakin where well that I gotta see

You gon have to show me Baby, (Show) 2x

And I'll turn on this Jodeci let's, turn up this freakin Jodeci

Baby baby when you get here I'll be standing in the doorway

I know you love just what you see

Baby baby i hope you ready for this storm that's comin your way

It's gon be a tidal wave in these sheets,

Time to sink or swim now baby every moment counts

Yeah you gotta show out I wanna know what your about

Do you think that i forgot the things that you said

cuz every single word you spoke is stuck in my head

"[Y/N! Fuck, baby" Chris cried out, gripping the pillow his head was resting on and fighting for his life to keep his eyes open, this was heaven. He watched you bob your head up and down his dick, hollowing your cheeks while sucking it. His chest was heaving with every sharp breath he took, he was losing it.

When his dick twitched in your mouth and a few drops of pre-cum made their way down your throat, you knew that he was close. So being the little bitch that are, you sucked harder and increased the pace of your head movements, making sure that his balls weren't neglected by gently squeezing them with your other hand.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, [Y/N]....Please...Don't stop....N-No stop...." upon hearing the last words, you immediately halted very motion and removed your mouth from his dick. A proud smile on your face as you knew exactly why he didn't want you to continue.

Chris was a panting mess while leaning his upper body up by leaning on his elbows, a wild yet mesmerised look resting on his face. "I-I want to cum inside you".

His words made your inner walls flutter and let out a soft moan, your body was on fire. "O-Okay" you whispered, starting to sip and forget about the world around you.

Chris smiled and waited until you had made your way up his body before he rolled you over on your back, placing the pillow comfortably underneath your head. "Comfortable?" he asked, always putting your comfort first.

"Yes I am, now do me. Do me good" you chuckled, your legs spread eagle and ready for some nasty action. The actor leaned down and captured your plump lips in a heated kiss, his warm and wet tongue sliding smoothly into your mouth while his hands ran all over your body. The short moans leaving your lips only encouraged him to go further.

He sucked in your lower lip, gently biting on it before pressing one final kiss against your lips before making his way south. A pout spread across your face as you loved his kisses and were eager to get some more. "Patience, babe. Don't give me that face" Chris warned with an amused chuckle while he already was facing your drenched panties, shaking his head at your spoiled attitude.

All you could do was roll your eyes and stop yourself from grinning as he knew you so well. "Look at this, you are so ready for me" he praised while removing the ruined panties. A shaking moan left your lips when his warm hands held your legs further apart, he wanted full access to your treasure.

His eyes then stared straight at you while he slowly leaned in and drew his tongue out, slowly licking up and down your drenched folds. "Oh!..." you cried out, gripping the mattress harshly beneath you.

The actor hummed and repeated the same motion a few times before putting his whole mouth on your craving sex, he made sure to suck your clit and nibble on it while two of his fingers smoothly made their way inside you.

"Chris..." you begged once you felt them all the way inside your slick and tight walls, curling up and stimulating your delicious sweet spot. Your boyfriend started to moan along, grinding his hips against the bed while making sure to spoil the hell out of you, because you fucking deserved it.

The bedroom was filled the nasty sounds that were coming from his lips working in between your legs but you didn't care, this felt too damn good to give single fuck about the wet and squishy noises.

When he increased the pace of his fingers, you arched your back. The motions triggered the delicate knot forming in the pit of your stomach and you knew that it would only take a few more deep strokes before you'd be a screaming and quivering mess.

"B-Babe, I-I'm close" you warned through the heavy pants. Your eyes were clenched shut and you saw stars behind your vision but you didn't want any of this to stop.

You were about to voice another warning when your boyfriend surprised you by quickly removing his head from your sex, quickly positioning his body in between your spread legs and smoothly sliding his dick inside of you.

You were incapable of speaking as your walls were being stretched by his length, they hugged him tightly and the wetness only welcomed him further until he had filled you up all the way. "I-I..." you stuttered, your arms tightly wrapped around Chris's broad shoulders.

He let out a loud moan, nuzzling his head in the crook of your (slightly) sweaty neck and wrapping his arms around your tick waist. "Let's do this, baby" he whispered before slowly sliding out, making you cry out at the loss of fullness. "Oh my God..." you whispered when you felt your boyfriend's thickness smoothly fill you up again, the tip nudging against your sweet spot and making an intense shiver run down your back.

Your nails dug into the skin of his shoulder blades, but Chris didn't mind. He knew that he had you in a state of pure pleasure, that was all that counted. He continued to thrust in and out of you, moaning at the heavenly feeling of finally being deep inside you.

The actor often reminded you to release the sharp breaths of air you were taking, placing tender kisses on your neck before kissing his way up your face again. He opened his eyes and couldn't help but smile and moan at the sight of you in pure bliss. Your lips were parted, eyes closed and eyebrows slightly raised.

"Fuck!" you cried out loudly when the fucker gave you a deep and hard stroke that completely caught you off guard. He was adding more fuel to the fire, and before you knew it, you were begging him to fuck you hard while your hips vigorously snapped against his. The two of you didn't hold back and that resulted in the bed board snapping against the wall.

Your cries mixed together and it was hard to distinguish who was the louder one, who was panting the hardest and who barely had control of the nasty phrases leaving their mouths. This was perfect.

You don't know at what point your boyfriend had quickly rolled you over onto your stomach, but you didn't care because now he was plowing into you from behind, holding your hips with one hand and smacking your luscious butt cheeks with the other.

You didn't have the strength to hold your upper body up, so it relaxed against the mattress while you continued to beg and cry out from the pleasure. Chris's length was twitching while hitting your G spot over and over again. Your legs were shaking, your throat dry and itchy from all the panting and moaning and your head in an empty haze.

You couldn't even warn your boyfriend when your orgasm hit you out of nowhere. Your inner walls clenched and fluttered tightly around him, triggering his own release and milking him out of every drop of cum he had produced.

He was screaming your name, head thrown back and giving you his last, sloppy hard strokes while you continued to be a shaking mess. "A-Are you okay?"Chris then whispered while slowly sliding out of you and watching your lower body plop down on the soft mattress.

He let out another moan when he saw his release slowly drip out of your sex, creating a mess in between your still shaking thighs. "I'm fine" you hummed in complete and utter satisfaction, not making an effort in opening your eyes, just letting your ears be filled with the sounds of your love quickly rushing to the bathroom and then coming back.

Seconds later, you felt a warm and wet cloth cleaning away the mess he had left behind, the action leaving you smiling as Chris always took good care of you after these intimate moments. You waited until he had returned from getting rid of the wet cloth before rolling on your back and snuggling onto his body once he had joined you on the bed again.

"I love you" the actor whispered, his arms wrapped around you and giving your forehead a tender kiss. "I love you too, babe" you whispered, feeling your body finally relax and get rid of the few last post-orgasm sensations. "I can't wait to do this again tomorrow" you slowly mumbled, already falling into your highly appreciated sleep.

"Jesus, you're perfect" Chris laughed softly, shaking his head before closing his eyes and falling asleep with you in his arms.

You said you wanna do it any freakin where well that i gotta see

& you said you wanna kiss me every freakin where well that i gotta see

You gon have to show me Baby, (Show) 2x

And I'll turn on this jodeci, let's turn, up this freakin jodeci

Just a little love is all i need

My arms are open wide

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soullessmocha · 4 years ago

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men after midnight || part two

{ poly!the lost boys x fem!reader }

|| part one || part three ||

rating: explicit

word count: 4814

chapter summary: the lost boys have caught their fun for the night. they take the reader back to the cave to continue their endeavors for the night.

warning: smut, 18+ reader only please, lewd language, fem!reader, mentioning of female genitalia, foursome, voyeurism, cunnilingus, female body parts, use of tobacco, use of liquor, use of marijuana, hints of blood, bodily liquids, blood kink, vampires fucking a human, this has not been proof read, first time really writing a smut chapter, and dirty talk.

a/n: i have been so hesitant on releasing this chapter. this is my first time writing something explicit for a long chapter. please do not read if you are not comfortable with female body parts and bodily functions. other than that ENJOY!

“Are you sure you don’t need me for the rest of the night?” You ask the bride concerning, you were the maid of honor after all you felt like shit for just leaving like this. Yet she seemed more than happy to let you leave with the band of misfits that stood waiting for you by the stairs of the boardwalk. Jennifer could only shine you a grin. “Come on, I mean when are you ever going to be invited by a group like that. Plus it’s finally time someone gets in your pants and lets you have some fun! You have been just as stressed about this wedding and it’s not even yours. Go on, get some!” Jennifer teased tugging on your belt loop of your jean shorts. You could only roll your eyes at her statement. However, you bit your lip to hide your excited smile. As you turned over your shoulder Jennifer landed a righteous smack on your bottom, which caused you to jump and hurry further away from her.

Once you approached the guys you could feel your cheeks starting to redden once again. God what were you doing? You aren’t in high school anymore! What if they kill you? You have a wedding to run! The snaking of an arm around your waist distracts you from your further endeavors of freaking out mentally. “So babe, which one are you riding with tonight?” Paul asks slyly as he pulls you closer to his side, you could feel his jacket ornaments pressing into your bare skin. You couldn’t help but clear your throat, “I think I am going to tag along with Dwayne, no offense, but you two seem a bit wild.” You start as you pull away from the wild blonde to the brunette who was smirking down at you in a silent victory. There was a gaggle of chuckles coming from the boys. “Oh you have no idea,” Paul snickers walking up the steps leading the boys to their bikes. You swallow as you watch them the sudden frigid of anxiety causing your body to stiffen at just the sight of the motorbikes. Yet once again to coax you with a chilled hand on your back, “It’s okay, I promise I will be careful.” Dwayne whispers in your ear before shuffling to his back which he so effortlessly gets on. He hikes his tight jeans up to get more comfortable. The small action caused you to swallow. “O-okay.” You whisper as you mount his bike. Carefully you wrapped your arms around his waist. A chuckle erupted from his chest as he pulled you closer and wrapped your arms tighter, “You’re gonna want to hold on tighter, I said I would be careful, but I didn’t say I wouldn’t be going fast.” He claimed, smirking at your over his shoulder, “Hold on tight,” he kicked his bike to life and revved the engine. You could feel your body vibrating from the machine below you. It almost made your teeth chatter from the amount of power it had. After that line of reeves you heard hoops and hollers from the other men who zoomed off. The two of you were last to follow them soon a squeal leaving your lips as the bike was jolted forward.

You look around in the cave the men have lowered you into. The cave seemed like the breathed life itself, yet you didn’t question them on how they lived. It was interesting to hear the backstory of the place and how it once used to be a resort. It seemed like it would’ve been beautiful. Yet once again you were lost in your thoughts when Paul kneeled in front of your tense form. His hands splaying across your exposed thighs, it took you a moment to realize what was happening. You snapped to your senses. The sudden smell of a familiar skunk like smell that was accompanied with a melody of soft rock in the background. Each boy was doing their own thing around the cave, talking amongst themselves or picking out music. “Did you want a hit?” Paul asks, holding a burning joint between his fingers. Jeez when was the last time you took a hit off of one of these? “Why the hell not,” you mumbled attempting to take the joint from the blonde but he only pulled it away. Tsks left his lips and he shook his head, “No, part those pretty lips,” he directs you, squeezing your thigh lightly. You swallowed at the direction before parting your lips. Paul smirked up at you placing the end of the blunt between your lips. Once you inhale taking a short puff he trails his hands to the end of your shorts giving a light tug, “Good girl.” He praises which causes you to choke on the smoke.

“Damn, Paul, we don’t want her to die on us.” Marko chimes from behind you moving your hair from your neck to help you cool down. Yet his hands sweep your hair to the side and his fingertips trail over the curve of your neck. “Plus, we don’t want her to be only choking on some smoke tonight,” Marko adds to the teasing which causes your face to turn red. Holy shit. What is happening?! “Knock it off,” David chimes from his wheelchair, his leg hiked up as he chain-smoked from his cigarette. The giggling boys backed off but of course not without Paul giving you a wink. You give a grateful nod to David as you lean back on the couch trying to calm your racing heart that wanted to escape your chest. You notice David only gave a smirk at your startled state in response. Yet Paul sat next to you sharing his joint with you. You never realized how fun these guys actually were. They were so relaxing to be around. Or was that the joint finally hitting you?

“What rude hosts of us!” Marko piped from the other side of the cave, “We haven’t offered Y/N a drink yet.” A devious smirk grew on his lips and you could only perk up trying to figure out what he was planning. Your legs slightly moved off of Paul’s lap as you tried to see what Dwayne was off to get. Paul pulled your legs back onto his lap and traced endless lines and shapes into your soft skin. You could only giggle mindlessly at the ministrations that caused goosebumps to raise on your skin. Your once tense nature was long gone by now. The mind high had taken over, investing your head with calm behavior. As you started to have a giggle attack come on you felt a chilled hand wrap around your throat from behind you. The hand tilted your head back effortlessly. You look up to see Dwayne and a bottle of liquor, you furrow your brows confused at his stance and his intentions. “Open up, sweetheart,” Marko chimed as he sat next to Paul. Your eyes flicker between Dwayne’s strong, dark eyes, searching for what was happening. However, you comply, you open your mouth slightly but Dwayne’s thumbs tilts your chin down to open your parted lips more. He leans down and parts his lips as well, the amber liquid falls into your mouth from his. Holy shit. Was the only thought that ran through your mind as he did this. You swallowed the alcohol and a drop cascaded down the corner of your lips threatening to fall off your chin. Dwayne dipped in time and latched his lips to yours, sweeping his tongue to steal the drop. You gasp into the action but relax once his lips mold to yours into a tender heated kiss. The kiss tasted of the liquor and of him. Nothing but him filled your senses, you didn’t even notice Paul’s hands massaging your thighs to trick your legs apart.

Dwayne inhales sharply from the kiss and pulls his hand from your throat and down your chest where he teases the hem of the cropped shirt. He tugged on it before pulling away and pushing you up to face Paul who practically pulled your into his lap. The sudden move made you dizzy but the alcohol made you feel warm the second it hit your system. You pant against Paul’s features, your eyelids heavy with lust and desire. You feel your hands crawl up his neck to his jaw where you pull him into a fiery kiss. This kiss ignited another level of desire. You were buzzing with want. You wanted more, you wanted everything, you wanted them. Chuckles echoed off of the cave walls as you made out with Paul, they continued as your hips instinctively rolled against Paul’s instantly causing him to pull away with a groan. “So eager.” He whispers against your lips with a grin. “I wouldn’t be if you wouldn’t stop teasing me.” You reply breathlessly connecting your forehead to his.

“Teasing?” Paul questions loudly, which causes Marko to giggle behind his fingerless gloves. “Marko! Is that what we’re doing?”

“I don’t know Paul, why who thinks that?”

“Y/N thinks we are teasing her.” Paul smirks and faces you to Marko who leans closer to you with his arm behind Paul.

“Is that what she thinks? She hasn’t even scratched the surface.” Marko whispers ghosting his lips over yours, coaxing you to lean closer to him. As if you were in a trance you crawl off of Paul’s lap towards Marko. Your hands press into the velvet of the vintage couch to balance yourself. “Then show me.” You commanded which caused the curly haired man to present his signature Cheshire grin.

“You think she can handle it?” Marko asks the Lost Boys, his head tilted as he leans back as your body starts to lean over his. You trap him between your arms with you leg between his.

“She can handle it. Why don’t we give her what she wants,” David starts from afar, no longer visible from the spotlight of the moon on his chair. The only thing visible was his turquoise eyes from afar. “Give the lady what she craves the most. Fill her every need.” David orders. With your eyes glued on him in shock at him accepting the situation. Yet that was all it took for the three men to start their endeavors. Marko’s lips instantly attacked your neck, causing you to gasp and grasp onto the back of his head as he pushed you up to kneeling on the couch. Before your eyes could flutter close you could see David flicker his lighter to the dead end of his cigarette, his bright eyes practically glowing in the dark. In the second you closed your eyes you could swear you saw the orbs turn a tinge of yellow. That didn’t matter.

So many hands were splaying across your body, feeling you up and down, over your clothes some dipping below the frail pieces of fabric. Your fingers get lost in Marko’s curls as he finds the secret spot on your neck that causes you to elicit a delicate moan from your parted lips. A single hand dipped into the back of your shorts in an attempt to pull them down as lips delicately kissed your exposed back from the crop top that was already halfway up your torso over your breasts. With your eyes screwed shut you could feel delicate fingers unclasp your bra from behind. The freedom caused your ears to burn and tension making your spine go frigid.

“Don’t be like that, relax, let us take care of you.” Marko whispered against your neck before pulling away and swiping your shirt off of you, tossing it aimlessly through the air. You blink at him as he admires you as if you were the most captivating thing he has ever laid eyes on. The expression caused your neck to grow red and a ball to tighten deep in your stomach. His head tilts up to kiss your sternum, slowly making his way down the line of bone to the crevice between your breast. There he nipped with a smirk as he mused at your gasp. He didn’t hesitate to take a breast into his mouth. The pressure of his mouth on our nipple caused your moan and threw your head back into a hand which grasps your hair. Your eyes widen slightly at the sudden tug on your roots but relax against the stubble and smooth lips of Dwayne. The teasing was already causing a heat and a tight ball to coil deep in your core. You could feel yourself already soaking through the thin garment of your underwear. The sudden pinch of Marko’s fingers and the sliding of Paul’s fingers over your clothes slit caused you to moan into Dwayne’s kiss. He only swallowed the moan and pressed deeper into the kiss, his long brunette hair tickling your features as he leaned over the couch.

Paul manages to unzip your shorts with the help of Marko’s action of unbuttoning your shorts. Dwayne ended the kiss with dragging your lower lip between his teeth. You whip your head as Marko switched to the lonely breast and licked his way around the areola before sucking on the perked nipple. The sight caused you to whimper and tug on his curls. Marko growled in response and pushed down your shorts and panties without hesitation. “Stand up,” Dwayne commands from the shadows behind the couch. You comply and stand with the help of Paul lifting you so Marko could tear the useless clothing off your body and throw them somewhere in the cave. Paul swiftly takes you in his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist and starts to walk towards an end of the cave into one of the few tunnels. Not caring you push his hair to the side and start to ghost your lips against where his pulse point would be. Before you could actually kiss your neck he lets you down on a mattress where you fall on a mountain of blankets and pillows. It was a nest. It was so soft under your exposed skin, just the sensation of the fabric enough was to stimulate your senses.

The room was dark, only lit by a few white scentless candles and nothing else. Four dark figures circle around you on the bed. All looking down at you with hunger and lust in their eyes. In a split moment you felt like it was too many eyes on you. You go to cover your chest with your arms as you sit on your heels turning to see who was at what side of the mattress. Paul in front of you, Dwayne behind you, Marko to your left and David to your right. Your pulse was skyrocketing as you covered your chest uncomfortable with the silence. However, hands wrapped around your wrists from behind you, “Don’t be afraid. We won’t hurt you, we only want to pleasure you,” Dwayne whispers from behind pinning your hands to your sides. His hand pinches your chin between his fingers to tilt your head to look towards him. He nuzzled his nose against yours before dipping in for a kiss, the kiss was reassuring and comforting, yet his opposite hand trailed down your abdomen landing just above your core. You moan into the kiss and Dwayne pulls away and makes you face Dwayne as he trails his hands down your neck and your back as he watches you crawl to Paul. Your fingertips pull Paul towards by the belt hanging off of his hips on his white pants. Your fingers work at the belt in a hurry, fumbling with the complicated belt. As you did you felt Dwayne’s fingers graze your ass dipping to the back of your thighs. You slip down Paul’s white pants surprised there was no zipper or anything and swallowed that he wasn’t wearing any underwear and that his free member sprung free with anticipation. Your big eyes looked up at Paul and smirked at you and gently caressed your cheek in encouragement, “Don’t be so shy babe, show us what you can do.”

With that encouragement you grasped his shaft gently before pressing your lips to the side of it. You teased around with your tongue, spit, and your lips. Paul hissed and grasped your hair tightly with a groan, “Damn, don’t be teasing me now.” Paul grumbles with one eye closed in pain as you continue your teasing. Yet his reaction was enough for you to take the tip into your mouth. You slid your tongue around and on the slit of the head that was swollen with arousal. Paul stripped off his jacket and shirt and kicked off his pants as he held your head steady as he carefully thrusted into your mouth. “Fuck yes, good girl. Yeah, take all of me in your dirty mouth,” Paul moans tugging on your roots. With hollowed cheeks you moaned as Dwayne’s finger grazed your slit, taking in your wetness on his two fingers, amused by how wet you were. His lips started at the low of your back, teasing you as he continued lower and lower, your moan was muffled by Paul pushing his cock deeper into your throat. You inhaled sharply through your nose as his cockhead touched the back of your throat slowly causing you to gag and your eyes to prickle with tears. Paul was quick to pull out and Dwayne was quick to dip into your heat. Strings of saliva fell from your mouth as you gasped for air. Yet the gasps were inward moans as you felt Dwayne suck on your needy clit. Paul grasps your chin before you can look down and places a few chaste kisses on your lips and pushes the hair out of your face. You moaned into the kisses as Dwayne swirled his tongue around the sensitive bud soon dipping towards your entrance. Paul soon stands and presses the head of his cock against your lips asking for entrance once again. You agree and take him once again into your mouth sucking and massaging the rest of his shaft that you couldn’t fit into your mouth. You try your best to focus and breathe through your nose but you yelp around the flesh in your mouth as Dwayne slips a finger in your entrance pumping a steady rhythm.

The sound of a chair shuffling in the room causes your eyes to shift to your peripheral where you see David take a seat gracefully and keep a sharp eye on your sinful actions. Paul snickers at this and thrusts into your mouth, “You like it when other people watch? Such a dirty girl. Isn’t she?” Paul asks and tilts his head back moaning as you moan around his cock. “She is, such a slut to be fucking three guys at once. She likes it when other people watch too. Look at her blushing. It’s so cute.” Marko joins and shifts himself on the bed. Just then Dwayne adds another finger causing you to moan as he stretches you out with his fingers. Scissoring his fingers to massage your cunt and stretch you out for any of them. After a moment he hits a spot in your heat that causes your body to surge and for you to pull away from Paul’s shaft with a gasp. You heave for fresh air as Dwayne hits it once more kissing your lower back as he continues his fingers against the sweet spot in a quicker rhythm. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” You yell out curling your toes and clenching the blanket below you. As your moans get louder Dwayne goes faster and kisses your ass quickly biting down, you yelp at the action feeling a sharp pain that soon turns into unimaginable pleasure. With that last push of pleasure you are pushed over the edge, not noticing the fact that something warm was trailing down the back of your thigh. As you came your body twitched and your chest fell to the mattress so your ass was right up in the air. Dwayne helped you ride out the high and gave a sweet kiss on your back as leather clad palms flipped you to your back. Marko was now in front of you, “You think you take more?” He asks, tilting his head, he had his pants unbuckled and below his groin, his cock restraining against the fabric of his underwear. The only response you can give is a hum and pull him close with your legs wrapped around his waist. You moan as his clothed dick pressed against your wet throbbing core. Paul and Dwayne dipped their way on the mattress splaying their fingers on your body, touching every inch of your skin with passion to stimulate your mind.

Marko was swift at pushing his underwear out of the way and he pushed his jacket off as well, tossing it and tying his hair into a low ponytail before leaning over you. You grasp his shaft and line him up, “Holy shit,” you whisper feeling just how girthy he was. Marko smirked down at you and placed a passionate kiss on your lips to distract you as he pushed his cock into your warmth. A high pitched moan left your throat as you felt him stretch you out filling every inch of you. You pull away to gasp as he bottoms out in you. “Holy shit,” you repeat breathlessly and arch your back. Marko slowly thrusts to start you off and you can’t help but moan every time he pulls away enjoying the pleasure of the pressure in your pelvis and the tightness of his hands pushing your hips down into the mattress. As his speed picks up and your moans become louder you open your eyes to Paul and Dwayne each attached to a breast. “Oh God!” You call out grasping both of their heads, entangling your fingers in their hair. “Oh shit, babe! You feel so fucking good!” Marko gasps as he hardens his thrusts pulling you in with each thrust.

“Fuck, oh fuck!” You yell out as you feel the coil build up in the pit of your stomach once more. This one feeling more powerful than the last. Paul lets go of your nipple with a pop and kisses up your neck, “Keep yelling like that babe, it’s so fucking hot. Louder.” Paul mumbles against your skin between hickeys and nips. The encouragement caused you to moan with each stroke of Marko’s power. With your loud moans fingers find your swollen clit rubbing it in patterns you couldn't recognize but it sent your mind through another universe. Your legs tighten around Marko’s waist as his thrusts begin to get sloppy as you feel Paul’s teeth graze your neck, along with something sharp that wasn’t his blunt teeth. Goosebumps raise on your skin and your toes curl as he bites down on your neck. The pain was distracted by the pleasure as the filthy actions continue on your clit. Energy surges through your body as the coil begins to snap. As you feel yourself going over the edge and a string of curses leaving your lips all the men pull away. You whine out of irritation and you are flipped around within a blink of an eye. Kneeling on the bed and with both of the blondes by your side you couldn’t use your investigation skills as your world was spinning. Dwayne lines his cock against your entrance and slips in with ease causing you to roll your eyes back in pleasure. “Oh my God,” you breathlessly moan into the air. as he thrusts shallowly into you.

The rustling of leather causes you to snap your eyes forward to see David squatting in front of you. His eyes admiring your disheveled state, drinking you in with each second that passes by. Each moan and yelp causes his sly smirk to grow bigger by the moment. His leather clad hand reaches up to your forehead and pushes back the hairs that stuck to your face from the perspiration that surfaced. “No God has anything to do with this, sweetheart.” David whispers; his cold breath hitting your features causes you to flutter your eyes closed. “Such a good girl, look at you. Obedient, taking all the pleasure,” David starts and trails his hand down your neck swiping the warm liquid that was falling from your chest. When your eyes opened from Dwayne thrusting once again against you sweet spot you gasped against David. He held a finger in his mouth sucking off whatever was on it. “Oh kitten, you taste so sweet. Let go, come for us. Let it all go.” He whispers and wraps his hand around your throat, giving it a steady pressure that caused your eyes to roll back and close. “Let go.” He whispers as Dwayne erratically thrusts from behind you, pressing you further into David’s hand. “Let go, come for us.” One last graze against your g spot sent you spiraling and David was the one to catch your moans and gasps with his lips. The kiss was hard and dominating as his tongue clashed with yours, wrestling for dominance. To ride out your high Dwayne rubbed your clit quickly and with passion to get you over the edge faster.

Dwayne groaned and pulled out spilling his seed on your back. You could hear Paul and Marko as well moan in unison from what you can puzzle from them pleasuring themselves. You felt more liquid hit your back and sides. David pulled away gracefully leaving you to ride out your high with loud moans and gasps as your body convulsed with pleasure. Your body wanted to collapse against the bed but strong arms held you by your waist. Your eyes closed for a moment, causing you not to pick up any recognition of what was happening. You blinked in and out of the punks cleaning you up. Even Paul dressed you in a large band t-shirt and your underwear. You only could remember the feeling of fingertips brushing over your features and a pair of cool lips pressed against your forehead.

Your wild night concluded you were entangled with four bodies of strangers you met that crashed the bachelorette party. Each one took care of you in a different way. Each one touching your body one way whether that be by their hands, legs, or feet. You all were piled in one bed. The soft and warm nest lulled you to a deep sleep that would seem eternal.

You wake up with a shift in the bed as Paul pulls you closer to his bare chest. He held you delicately as Marko had his arms wrapped around Paul's waist but holding your hand. Dwayne had a hand on your thigh as he laid on his back as with David by his side with his head resting under his own arm no longer wearing his layers. You blink at your darken surroundings. You try to shift but your body screams with anger and protest as it was sore and worn out. You inhale sharply trying not to wake the boys as you sneak out of their grasps. Standing on the bed you shift to your feet. For a moment you admire the sight in front of you. How peaceful they all looked sleeping. Then it hit you like a brick wall. You did not just do that!! As you tiptoed around the bodies to hop off the mattress a strong of whispered curses left your mouth as you struggled to find your way out of the tunnel. Once you reach the main area of the cave you search for your shorts. Eventually finding them you turn off the radio that was still playing the soft rock from last night. As you put on your shorts stiffly you struggle to find a mirror to make sure you look presentable. Yet there were no mirrors. Who the hell does not have mirrors?! This was going to be worse walk of shame in the history of sex.

You sweep your shoes from the ground and on your feet. With a struggle you find your way out of the cave and on top of the cliff. Holy shit was it bright out. Your whole body was beating you up as you just had climbed up flights of stairs to get on the dirt path. Hudson’s bluff. You haven’t been out here since high school. And that was to buy from a sketchy dealer and get drunk in the little bit of forest. “Holy shit, I can’t believe I just did that.” You grumble rubbing your face looking out at the horizon of crashing waves. A huff leaves your lips as you straighten out the oversized shirt, “Well, time to be in a wedding.”

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Would You Want to Start Tonight? <Erwin Smith NSFW!>

Forgive us Commander for we have sinned.

NSFW! DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18!

Erwin wants to start a family. Erwin and the reader decide to get started.

Erwin is the king of dirty talk, and you can't convince me otherwise. Tried to make it a little spicey...let me know what you think.

Horror came across his face as she dumped ingredients in. A half used cookbook was thrown open, “half a teaspoon of chili powder.” He heard her scoff as she threw the spoon on the counter sprinkling the spice right from the jar. It wasn’t even a measuring spoon she’d been using. Just the smaller set of spoons they kept in the drawer.

The only woman who could ever rattle that stoic face of his had somehow agreed to be his wife three years ago. His complete opposite, he found himself drawn to her spontaneous chaos.

He leaned against the wall watching her dance around the kitchen to music that was at a volume one would expect from a teenager, rather than a full grown woman. After receiving a content look from their dog she’d swooped in her arms to dance with, he couldn’t stop the smile that pulled at his lips. When she finally noticed his presence she placed the dog back on the floor who already looked eager for more of her attention.

The warmth that came from her smile was drawing him to her. “Erwin, you’re home early.” On tiptoes to give him a kiss he felt her hands on his tie pulling him closer to her lips. The kiss was short and sweet, and he found himself following close behind her as she turned her attention back to the stove. Her hips fit in his palms as he rested his chin on her head. Liquid eyes observing the ingredients. His mind trailed back to the set of measuring spoons his mother had gifted her, it seemed he wasn’t the only one who didn’t fully understand the wild being in his hands. Somehow her dishes always turned out better than the recipes, and he quickly learned to not question her.

“How was work?” She inquired, and this was his typical que to unload. He sighed, getting all his work troubles off his mind. She never understood his passion for work, but she supported him regardless. Different things made people tick, and Erwin’s was always work. “Mike thinks we can win the case, but it’ll be a gamble.” He concluded with a sigh.

Pouring him a brandy she handed him the glass before gesturing to the table before bringing the plates over. “How was work for you?” He inquired as she poured a glass of wine.

“Ugh, don’t make me think of that place.” She groaned.

“That good?” He couldn’t stop the smile at her dramatics.

She took a seat offering him a smile in return. “It was fine, I’d just rather not be there.” She said simply, taking a sip of her wine.

“You know you don’t have to work, I make more than enough money.” He stated, eyeing her as she bit her lip.

“What else would I do? Besides, if I quit my mother would feel inclined to start asking about grandchildren.”

Erwin’s eyes flickered up, watching her push her food around. “Would that be such a bad thing?”

Surprised eyes observed him, “are you hinting at something?”

Erwin shrugged, “we have been married for three years, I’ve settled into my career, we’ve bought a house...isn’t it the next logical step?”

Erwin was always the planner. Everything had an order, and his life seemed to be stepping stones, every step marking a new achievement in his life. He’d always managed to stay on the straight and narrow. Perfect grades, perfect school, perfect job, and the perfect house.

Y/N felt like he was always achieving the impossible. Whenever she created plans they tended to blow up in her face. Looking back at all of the choices she made there never was a mistake, life just decided to blow her completely off course, and she always found herself playing catch-up. Erwin being drawn to her like a magnet seemed like dumb luck. How did a mess like her fit into his perfectly tailored life?

“I know you’re worried you’ll be like your father, but I know you.” Erwin said softly, “you would be the perfect mother.” Those baby blue eyes of his didn’t hold a hint of doubt. He knew how to charm people with a simple gaze, he also knew how to use them to solidify a point.

Y/N rolled her bottom lip between her teeth, “you didn’t know me before…” The statement died on her lips as she gripped her fork.

Erwin’s eyes softened, “you’re right, because you aren’t that person anymore.” His voice was soft, and Y/N knew her resolve was crumbling. He knew the art of negotiating, that’s why he was so good at his job. He reached for her hand, stroking it gently with his thumb, “you take care of everyone, and you don’t see how perfect you are.”

Glistening eyes snapped up at him, “you put everyone first, and can overthink yourself into oblivion.” He mused, his eyes were honest and full of adoration. “You always seem to know what’s truly important, whereas I tend to have a one track mind.” He said, running his fingers through his hair. He never was good at admitting his own shortcomings, he had a tendency to hold himself to an impossible standard.

“Okay.”

Erwin’s head snapped up, “okay? As in you want this?”

Y/N nodded, “yes Erwin. I want this.” She said softly, and she soon found herself engulfed in his arms.

Erwin was the catalyst that always drove her forward. Perhaps the reason her plans never worked out, was because that wasn’t what fate had in mind. Erwin seemed to always find the right timing on these things. He’d been the one to mention buying a house, and she’d initially agreed, because she thought it would make him happy, but as he pressed his lips against her’s she realized that she wouldn’t have had the courage to take the next step if he hadn’t already paved the way.

Erwin cradled her face, and the excitement that flashed in his eyes brought a smile to her face. “Would you want to start tonight?”

Y/N nodded, and found herself being lifted into his arms and carried up the stairs. Kisses being peppered down her neck.

Her back made contact with the covers as Erwin hovered over her, capturing her lips with his. Running his tongue across her bottom lip she allowed him to deepen the kiss. She could taste Pinot Grigio on his tongue. Warm hands slid up her neck to entangle in her hair. Pulling away his eyes were clouded with lust, as he took in her disheveled appearance.

“Strip.” He ordered.

Loosening his tie with his free hand he watched her undress. Grabbing her wrists he slipped the silky material around her wrists before pulling tight. She let out a small squeak at the pressure, and saw the feral look in his eye. Running his hands up her body making sure to take his time whenever her body shuddered at his touch.

Lifting her onto the bed his lips traveled down her naked flesh. Pushing her arms above her head so her breasts were on display. “You’re perfect.” He breathed, soft eyes flickering over the plains of her body. She was soft in all the right places, and he drank her body in like a man starved.

His fingers ran over her breasts, causing her to arch into his touch. Desperate for more. A smirk pulled at the corner of his lips as he leaned forward to capture a nipple in his mouth. A needy moan escaped her lips at the sensation, rolling her other nipple with his thumb it sent fire straight to her core. He continued his ministrations until she was squirming under him desperate for any friction between her legs.

“Tell me what you want.” Erwin said, nipping her breast.

“I want you between my thighs.” She begged, her wrists pulling at the restraints.

Erwin pulled away, and she let out a small whine from the loss of contact. Her eyes were immediately drawn to his hands unbuttoning his shirt. Leaning forward to get a better view of his exposed skin, she licked her lips eager to see more of him.

The man was sculpted like a Greek god. His muscles moved under his skin as he finished stripping his shirt.

Settling between her knees he ran his hands under her thighs. Gripping her thighs he tugged her to the edge of the bed. Glistening eyes gazed up from between her legs as he slowly kissed up her inner thighs.

Settling on her mound he placed a small kitten lick, causing her legs to flex with a sharp inhale of breath. A knowing smirk crossed his lips as he drew a finger down her slit. “Mmm already this wet?” Slipping a finger inside he started to work her until he slipped a second in. Heady eyes watched her squirm as he rubbed tight circles on her g-spot. Holding her in place he dipped his head to suck on her bundle of nerves.

Thighs clamped around his head as she begged for him to continue. Promising she was so close to the edge. Feeling her pulsing around his fingers he drug out her orgasm until her juices ran down his face. She was panting when her thighs finally released him.

Shoving his fingers in her mouth she eagerly sucked, “am I going to feel those pretty lips on my cock?” Retracting his fingers for her to answer his thumb played with her bottom lip as his wet fingers gripped her chin.

“Yes.” She whimpered, and he paused giving her a stern look. “Yes what?”

“Yes sir,” she said leaning into his touch, eager to please.

“Good girl.” He mused, reaching for the tie, releasing the silk binding. He settled against the headboard as she climbed over him eagerly. Trailing her lips down his body, leaving soft nips eager to watch his body shutter. Settling between his thighs her eyes flickered up to see one arm propped behind his head, and piercing eyes watching her every move. His muscles shifted as he grew impatient of her staring, but predatory eyes dared her to keep looking, eager to punish her for teasing. Tentatively she sucked a hickey above his dick, and felt a large hand bury itself in her hair.

Drawing her tongue up his cock she popped the tip in her mouth swirling her tongue. An exasperated moan escaped his lip, and Y/N loved how eager he was. Erwin ever the gentleman just gripped her hair allowing her to tease his length as she slowly bobbed her head. When she finally took him deep, she peered up at him to see his head thrown back, holding back from shoving himself deeper down her throat. It wasn’t until she started sucking with the bottom of her throat that Erwin’s grip on her hair tightened, and he couldn’t stop the “fuck.” that escaped his lips. Releasing him with a pop he stroked her face, dazed at how quickly she had brought him to the edge.

Crawling up the mattress to settle between his thighs, he ran his fingers down her body. “You’re just asking to be fucked.”

“Hands and knees.” He ordered pressing her face into the mattress. Running his dick through her folds he felt her hips wiggle against him eager to feel him inside her. “Look at you cock starved.”

“Please Erwin.” Y/N begged, gripping the sheets.

“Please what?”

“Fuck me, please.”

In one stroke he filled her. Her sharp intake of breath made his brain want to short circuit. “Fuck you’re tight.” He growled, feeling her grip him. Bringing his hand down on her ass she pushed into him, trying to pull him deeper. “That’s for teasing me earlier.” He said, gripping her delicate skin rubbing any sting it left into pleasure. He hadn’t planned on starting slow tonight, and by the way she was meeting his thrust she hadn’t either. The brutal pace he set had her mewling into the mattress as her hands gripped the sheets desperate for anything to ground her.

Reaching between her legs he started rubbing quick circles on her clit. “I know you’re close baby, cum for me.” He murmured in her ear. Her breathing had progressively gotten shallower the closer she was to the edge. As soon as she heard those words a damn broke and her second orgasm washed through her. “Fuck you’re taking me so good.” He praised, and she felt his blond hair tickle her back as he leaned over her, the pleasure being too much as her orgasm pulsed around his cock. With a few more strokes he found his own release, cumming inside her.

Pulling out he pulled her in close. “You did so good.” He hummed, kissing her temple.

Soft eyes gazed up at him, “I love you.” She said softly, bringing a smile to his face.

He would never tire from hearing those words from her mouth. “I love you too.” He said, pulling her in for a kiss.

“Let me run a bath.” He said softly, but she grabbed his arm before he could slip away.

“Stay.” It came out as a content whisper. “For just a little longer.”

Erwin nodded, pulling her onto his chest. Stroking her hair as she traced shapes on his chest, listening to the beating of his heart. The prospect of a family warming his heart.

#erwin smith #erwin smith x reader #erwin smith x y/n #erwin smith one shot #attack on titan one shot #attack on titan fanfiction

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metize · 4 years ago

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The Measure of His Reach

Zenos x WoL (AFAB) smut Tags: Consensual but not sane nor safe, Breeding kink, hate sex, name-calling, they/them pronouns for WoL, AFAB WoL,

Word count: 1 .332

A/N: Ok let's post last year's kinktober stuff now! I just.... thirst for Zenos so hard, it's embarrassing....

"You are a genocidal arrogant asshole, you don't deserve the place you occupy on this star." They barked at the villain before them. But their fierce, angry words were met with a satisfied smirk from the Garlean they directed them at.

"Such ferocity, my beast, so much passion and conviction in your words." His fingers traced the hero's cheek, caressing their soft skin lovingly "Only you could awaken this burn I feel inside."

"You're disgusting." They say, flinching away from his touch.

"We both are, I see it inside you, how you crave our encounters. I interest you as much as you interest me."

The worst part was that he was right. What was his deal? Did he have any sort of moral compass? Did he even care about politics?

His entire character was an enigma, but the Warrior of Light had no time to solve this particular puzzle, he had to die. They shook their head and grabbed the man's wrist.

"You die today, Zenos yae Galvus." They say, convicting him. "We will cross blades, you'll be a pain in the arse like you always are, but I will be victorious. Your time is up."

"You wish it didn't have to be this way" it wasn't a question. "What else two people interested in each other would do? In another world perhaps instead of fighting we could just fuck in the local inn?" He scoffed at the idea.

"You're… still disgusting" The Warrior of Light felt their face flush with embarrassment at the notion, but also at the crude way he spoke. They let go of the prince's hand and he proceeded to gently stroke their hair.

"Why don't you humor me for one last time, my beast" he proposes "let's play pretend for a while. Let's pretend you don't need to save the world and I don't need to stop you." He leans in to whisper to their ear "Just allow me to pin you against this wall and let me ravish you like a common whore."

A pause. The hero didn't dare breathe, the arousal inside them was building up since they finished fighting in the palace's lower floors. Hearing Zenos speaking filth like that made their excitement palpable.

"No." They said and Zenos sighed disappointed starting to back off before they reached for the front of his armor to make him stay "You will fuck me knowing exactly who I am and who you are."

They pulled him into a kiss just so they didn't have to look at his insufferable smug smile. They bit at his lip and kissed him with fervor because gods damn

they needed this.

Zenos allowed it for a moment before establishing dominance over the situation again, he grabbed the Warrior by their hips and pinned them against the nearest wall, just like promised.

"Is this what you wanted from me, my beast? Does it excite you?" The prince slid his hands into the hero's top "The fact that I am your sworn enemy? The danger of being completely at my mercy?”

He ended his phrase by groping the hero’s chest, his fingers brushing the sensitive nub but not quite playing with it just yet. They arched their torso into his touch instinctively and groaned at the feeling of his strong hands and its firm grip. Zenos’ other hand caught their throat and pushed it against the wall, ordering them to stay still without actually having to say it.

“You will use your words or else I’ll leave you like this” a threat leaves his lips and their answer followed suit immediately.

“Don’t you dare” they say before inhaling sharply as Zenos tugs at their nipple. “Fuck… I want it.”

Their words were coated with shame and yet it only aroused them further. Zenos was no better, the admission was music to his ears. He rewarded them with a thrust of his hips against their clothed pelvis, the friction felt delicious and a breathy sigh escaped their lips with relief.

“Is that you want? You want me to take you right here, sink my cock deep inside you and pound you full of my cum?” He spoke the grip on their neck getting stronger

"Twelve, yes…" they gasped with their remaining breath. Satisfied, Zenos lets go and moves his hand to pull down their bottoms and breeches, exposing them to the soft breeze of the Royal Menagerie.

He removes his gauntlet and presses his bare hand against their folds. He uses two fingers, sliding them upwards gathering the slick arousal that accumulated between their tighs. He brings them to his mouth, tasting his Warrior’s juices. The loss of contact made them groan, especially with this display of his, getting them needier.

“So wet for me, my beast. One would think it would take more to rile up the savior of Eorzia like this” and with that he plunged those fingers inside them without warning, stretching their walls. A desperate moan escapes the hero’s mouth at the sudden invasion. “Are you that eager to have me inside you?”

“Can you just- oh fuck, Zenos…” they gasped when his fingers crooked inside them and reached their sensitive spot “Can you get on with it already?”

“Ah, my beast is so very impatient...” He scissored his way further and decided it was probably good enough, he retrieved his fingers and undid the bottom half of his armor.

They felt the tip of Zenos’ cock against their entrance, Zenos pressing gentle kisses on their face as he pushed inside. They felt so angry at the gentle kisses and signs of affection coming from the prince, but the feeling of his thick member stretching their insides prevented them from complaining, choosing to moan out his name in between gasps instead.

“Still a tight fit, aren’t you? My beautiful prey, you were practically made to take my cock.” how could he say something so degrading and make it sound like the highest praise. He finally bottomed out inside, letting out a deep groan.

“Can’t you just shut the fuck up?” they breathed out hitting his shoulder with a weak punch, which made him grin.

Zenos finally started moving his hips, thrusting inside the Eikon slayer’s tight wet heat. He gripped their ass, his nails digging into the flesh. They wrapped their bare legs around the armored man, the only thing keeping them from falling being the prince’s body. They couldn’t keep quiet even if they wanted to, they were outdoors, the only witnesses to this sinful display being the flowers decorating the garden.

“You look wonderful impaled on my cock, Warrior of Light.” He leaned closer to them, their breath tickling their neck, and his voice resounding right against their ear “You would make a perfect cumdump for me back in the capital…”

That was an awful thing to get turned on by.

“You’d provide me with the strongest litter, my beast, how terrible would it be to carry a bastard Garlean inside your womb right now, hm?” Of course, he noticed that talk aroused them further. “Do you want me to come inside your tight little pussy, breed you with my seed?” They moaned at his thrusts, their cunt twitching with excitement, and struggled a bit with their breath before answering.

“You sick fuck. That- ngh… That sounds absolutely disgusting. I can’t imagine anything worse” They said shaking their head furiously, feeling themselves approaching their climax “Fucking do it.”

Zenos pulled their hair, forcing them to look at his blue eyes as he thrust faster into them. That was it for them, they came screaming Zenos’ name shaking under his grasp, their walls clamped down his dick making the prince come in a few more thrusts. He moaned as he released, his voice uttering ‘mine’, again and again as his cum filled the Warrior of Light.

They both breathlessly held each other, panting against one another. What they did was utterly regrettable and yet they had no regrets.

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alfredosauce50 · 4 years ago

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You’re gonna go far, kid [Punk! England x reader]

Synopsis: Ever since coming to England to study, you haven’t had the time to do what made you come in the first place--tourism! The only friend you have is an exchange student from Russia, Ivan, so why not kill two birds with one stone? He schedules a little playdate with Arthur, a local, so he can show you around the hottest spots in London. You two immediately hit it off. Ivan is quick to notice his interest in you, so he starts teasing the poor man and making things hard for him. Camden is the last destination, and there’s no saying when he’ll ever see you again. Will he be able to get over himself and ask you out before the night ends? Note: Attractions are italicized and have a link to a picture. Wordcount: 4,641 The reader is referred to as she/her.

This was the day you had been dreading, and yet, looking forward to. The first part was easy to explain. Picking up your hot latte, you set it down after a quick sip. You didn’t even have time to enjoy it. Not when you were typing away at your keyboard like a speed demon. You promised your friend you would finish your assignment before today’s meet-up, but your procrastination habits were a bitch. Nevertheless, you were eager to uphold your side of the deal, even if it meant stressing your hair out to get it done.

So long as he didn’t show up before you were done, right?

After burning your tongue for the second time that morning, you let out a small groan at the sting you felt but gasped at what you saw outside the window. It was a sound made from genuine terror--rather than the quiet streets of London at seven AM, you spotted a man pressing his face right up to the glass. And he was staring at you, menacingly.

Anybody would’ve been creeped out by the sight, but you knew the guy. “Aha--Ivan! Hey! Morning?” You began rather awkwardly.

He waved in response, and his glower melted away in exchange for a childlike smile. “Dobroye utro, (F/N)! I hope that’s not your assignment you’re doing.” He hummed, placing two hands on the glass to peer at your screen from outside. Oh shit. Glancing briefly at said screen, you turned it away before clicking the upload button.

“Of course not.” You grinned, shutting your laptop immediately after. “I was just... Surfing the net. Checking Instagram. You know?”

“Is that so? I’m gonna check.” He made his way inside. And in no time, he was looming over your shoulder to start browsing through your internet history. You, on the other hand, were sweating balls.

“You’re so funny, (F/N). Who checks Instagram on their computer?”

It seemed like only yesterday he was the oblivious exchange student from Russia who had no concept of social media. He had been a country bumpkin through and through, but a few semesters after befriending you, your influence rubbed off on him. Even you had no idea what went through your head when decided to talk to him, the intimidating new kid who spoke broken English, but there was no turning back now. He was attached to you by the hip and picked up on your habits faster than you could deal.

He only became more of a menace when he discovered Twitter.

A displeased expression contorted at his expression when he saw that there was no evidence of you ‘surfing the net’. Google Docs couldn’t possibly count, after all. “... Hm... Apparently, not you. Why didn’t you finish this yesterday, sunflower? Remember our promise?”

You sighed. “Look, I’m sorry. I passed out last night. But hey, I technically finished it before you came, didn’t I?”

He craned his head from side to side in thought. “Maybe. But if you hadn’t, you know what that means.” Ivan coiled his arms around your neck and a sickeningly sweet smile curled up at his lips.

“You will come with me to Moscow for Christmas!”

A chill ran down your spine at the thought. Going to Russia was bad enough. But during Winter? You were never good with the cold. If you could barely handle London, Moscow was out of the question. “Oh God, please no.” He nodded giddily. “I’m never going to Russia. Maybe I’d consider it during Summer, but--anyway, that’s not the point here! I didn’t break any promises so I won’t be turning into a popsicle this year. Got that?”

He pouted. “Aw...”

“You damn sadist.”

“Hehe.”

“I wonder how you even became friends with him. Arthur, was it? Poor dude.” You mumbled, but he didn’t look all too offended.

He tapped his chin and hummed. “Now that you mention it.” Then, he let out a short laugh. “It’s a long story. Let’s just say it was a happy little accident.”

“Unfortunate.”

“But don’t worry! I don’t plan on bothering you as much as him today.” Ivan clarified, earning a slow nod from you. Phew. The clock was inching closer to eight and you weren’t much of a morning person, so hearing that was like music to your ears. “That’s why I wanted you to finish your work yesterday. I want him to be the only one making mistakes! It’s interesting to see him mess up and get embarrassed.”

You had to wonder if he was using ‘interesting’ as a synonym for fun because he was clapping. “... Ivan, you really are a sadist.”

The two of you stayed in that café for another hour or so, ordering some breakfast during your stay. Once the table was cleared and the bill was paid, you and he caught a bus to the London eye. You could marvel at the iconic ferris wheel for a few minutes as you walked up to the London aquarium next to it, your first stop. The building was huge to start with, and it didn’t look like they’d be storing fish in there considering how fancy it was. But wasn’t everything in England fancy?

“He should be waiting in the front. Look for a short grouchy man with a bad taste in fashion.” You shot him a weird look, beckoning him to elaborate.

“... And blonde hair.”

“Alright. I guess I’ll try my best.” Glancing around the sea of people filled with tourists, couples, and families, you skimmed the crowd for someone who fitted the description--but to no avail. It was only when they walked up to you both did you find the guy. He had short and choppy blonde hair that framed a heart-shaped face, and under his fringe was a pair of lime green eyes staring on with a neutral expression. And did Ivan say he had bad taste?

You couldn’t agree. Yes, his charcoal pants were ripped and he had a bandana tied around his neck with a Union Jack on it. But he still had a kind of style you liked. Under his black leather jacket was a gray shirt, and combined with the piercings in his right ear, you couldn’t help admiring him for a second.

“Arthur! I was wondering if you were trampled because we couldn’t find you.” Ivan began, causing the said man to furrow his brows. And boy, were they thick.

“You just arrived, so don’t start now you twat.” He grumbled. Ivan never teased you for your height, even when you were a little shorter than the Brit. He always found it cute, but you figured it was only because you didn’t care. The Russian always found amusement in poking fun at others, after all. “Anywho, I’m glad I won’t be spending the whole day alone with you.”

Turning to you with a soft smile this time, he held out a hand for you to shake. “Kirkland. Arthur Kirkland.”

You shook it, but not without a laugh. It hadn’t even been a minute since meeting him, and his personality seemed to clash violently with his appearance. He sounded so prim and proper, but his outfit screamed punk rock.

“(L/N). (F/N) (L/N).”

He released you from his grip. Placing his hands on his hips with an accusing stare, he felt a grin upturn his lips. “Are you copying me, (F/N)?”

“I don’t know. Do all British people introduce themselves like James Bond?”

Arthur clicked his tongue. “... Not all of them. Just a force of habit.”

“Mhm. Right, right. Well, it’s nice to meet you, Arthur. I’m a student here too and I could only imagine how busy it gets for you--so thanks for coming out today!” He didn’t respond to those comments and simply nodded.

Ivan stayed quiet in the back, but he was probably reading the atmosphere like he always did when he didn’t speak.

“It’s nice to meet you too.” The blonde turned on his heel and closed his eyes. “As much as I’d like to stay out here and chat, we can do that in the aquarium. Wouldn’t wanna waste our tickets, do we?”

While the group of three wandered slowly through the establishment, Ivan lingered in the background while you walked in the front with the Brit. For the first ten minutes, you’d look at him expectantly, gesturing for him to join in the conversation. As the mutual, wasn’t he supposed to be the icebreaker? He’d shake his head every time, offering you a smile as if to say, go and make some friends. But soon, this brief spell of irritation morphed into gratitude.

“I’ve been here probably a hundred times, so don’t take it personally when I don’t seem as excited as you.” Turning to him to watch his face as he spoke--which was filtered through a bluish tinge from the Antarctic setting-- you only caught a brief glimpse of it before he turned away. Huh. Maybe it was just you not paying enough attention.

Either way, what came out of your mouth next would surely grab his.

“Don’t worry about it. But hey, this is the first time you’ve been here with me, so look alive, won’t you?” It happened to be a slip of the tongue, something bold and improvised, but luckily, he reacted fairly quickly before the regret set in.

“Oi, you better not be flirting with me already,” Arthur grumbled, feeling another smile come as he heard you chuckle. Since when was he this expressive? He pinned it on the fact that he was starting to have a little fun himself.

“Couldn’t imagine it.” Before he could add anything else, you hopped in front of the penguins and started waving your friend over with great gusto. “Ivan, c’mere. Arthur, mind taking a photo of us?” Once he joined your side, the two of you held up peace signs for the Brit to snap a photo.

“Ivan, change your pose. We can’t have both of you doing the same thing.”

The said man moved his peace sign to the back of your head so he could stick two fingers over it. “Is that better?”

“... Better.” Trailing his emerald eyes to you, he felt his cheeks heat up a touch at the sight of you grinning ear to ear. What the fuck, Arthur. Just take the damn photo. And that was exactly what he did, showing you both right after. Whatever just happened, he boiled it down to him idealizing a stranger. That was right. He had yet to get to know you, so his perception of you couldn’t be any better at this stage.

But there was one thing he couldn’t deny.

“Damn, I look really ugly in this. You two better not post this anywhere.” You settled a hand over the screen to lower it with a nervous laugh. Then, you looked away, and what was that? You looked a little flustered.

You were cute.

Hanging his head to look at the photo, he knitted his brows together. You? Ugly? He couldn’t imagine it.

“... I bet I could take an even uglier one of you.”

Spinning back to him, you folded your arms. “What did you say?”

“Nothing.” He shook his head slowly, and the amusement in his voice made it blatantly obvious he was lying.

“That’s what I thought.”

Walking off at that, Ivan followed. Because he was behind him, he could brush his shoulders against his. Arthur looked up at that, but almost wished he didn’t. Ivan was smiling down at him so shrewdly, it was threatening. Then, he raised a hand to his mouth so he could laugh softly. “Huhu. You like (F/N)~”

His eyes flew open and blood rushed up to his face. “What the hell gave you that impression? I literally just met them!” As adamant as he sounded, he knew deep inside he liked you, but only platonically. Your personality was refreshing, and talking to you was as easy as breathing. Even if it wasn’t platonic attraction, he was endlessly frustrated the other figured it out earlier than he could.

Whatever it was, he was certainly more sociable than usual, even to the point of being a tease. And not to mention the rosy cheeks. Maybe he should’ve just kept his trap shut--otherwise, his huge outburst let Ivan milk the obvious. Fuck. He even started to giggle like a schoolchild.

Giving him a rough shove, he muttered a string of curses under his breath. “I bloody hate your arse, you know that?” He hissed, his face now redder than a tomato. God, why he did have to be born so pale? Every slight change to his complexion was jarring, and it was embarrassing.

“Don’t hate me because I’m right,” Ivan hummed, joining his side as your back came into view. “Once you realize, it’ll be too late. I’m not letting you have (F/N). I will always be (F/N)’s number one.” Lighting up at that, he skipped off to you in the front. “Wait for me, sunflower! Don’t leave me alone with Arthur!”

Arthur stopped in his tracks and clenched his fists. How annoying. If he was going to continue being a little tyke, then he figured he’d up his game as well. He didn’t know what that exactly entailed yet, but he’d do it. Ivan didn’t even sound like he wanted anything more than friendship, so what was with that? Pointing a finger at him as he walked off with you, his face scrunched up.

“What did you even call me out for then, you idiot? I’m supposed to be guiding you both!” Picking up his pace at that, he slotted himself between you and him. Flashing you a brief smile, he gave Ivan another push without breaking eye contact. “It’s a tight fit for three, so he’ll stay in the back.”

“Hey, no fair!”

By the time the whole aquarium was toured, you and Arthur were laughing to yourselves while leaving through the exit.

But the joyful atmosphere was short-lived.

The Ferris wheel just outside was the next stop, and the Brit offered to splurge a little to have a carriage without strangers. That way, you could run around as much as you wanted, even if that meant leaving the two men to sit in their lonesome. While Ivan was sitting on the bench in the centre out of his own volition, the same couldn’t be said for him.

Sitting back to back to the other, he pressed his legs firmly together and leaned over in a hunch. Then, he dug his hands through his hair, all while keeping his round eyes fixated on the ground. His heart couldn’t stop pounding, and his head was spinning like a carousel. What was he thinking, taking you here? That was right. This was an iconic destination you couldn’t miss, that was why. He was initially planning on staying back there on the ground, but you were so excited, he couldn’t help but hop on with you.

Fuck. Maybe Ivan was right about him. But he wouldn’t let him know it. Speaking of the guy, he didn’t know if he was sitting there by choice, or just rubbing it in. While he was incapacitated by fear so he couldn’t even stand, he was sitting there because he wanted to.

“You should’ve stayed on the ground if this was going to happen.”

Arthur screwed his eyes shut and tightened his arms around his stomach. “... Shut up.”

“I was just saying.” Ivan murmured, looking at him over his shoulder. Poor guy. He really was down bad, wasn’t he? Down bad for you, that was. Too bad Arthur was hoping he wasn’t convinced--but it was too obvious. So all Ivan wanted was to prove his point, and later on, keep you away from him. But maybe he’d save it until after the ride was over. “... This ride is thirty minutes long. You’ll live.”

He heard the other groan. “Thirty minutes? How long has it been?”

“Mm... Ten.”

“Fuck me.”

Unfortunately, it wouldn’t be long before you would pull away from the railing and return to the company of the two. Arthur had been praying that somehow, you’d leave him alone sitting there, pathetically, but he couldn’t expect something so cold from you. So while he hung his head, he wasn’t surprised to feel your hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, you okay?” He heard you ask, but he never looked up.

“... Yeah. Just give me a minute.”

“I have. Ten, actually.” Taking a seat beside him, you leaned down to peer at his face, which was a few shades paler than normal. He didn’t even have the energy to respond, and kept his eyes fixed to the ground. Concern immediately contorted at your features, especially when he looked so shaken. “Arthur, you look a little sick. What’s wrong? Can you talk?”

He shook his head slowly before managing a weak smile at you. “Sorry, love.” It didn’t even faze him he just called you that. He was far too uncomfortable to feel the embarrassment from a nickname he should’ve saved until a little later.

“I’m not... Too good with heights. Never have been... I was hoping you wouldn’t notice.” His voice was slow and faint, and you were beginning to suspect he was having a panic attack. “... Sorry if I seem a little lame.”

“No, of course not.” You frowned. “Things like this happen. Just breathe with me, okay? You can do it. Just count to ten.”

Arthur took a deep inhale. “... Okay.”

Around ten minutes later of these exchanges, he calmed down some, especially when you kept on reminding him that the carriage was finally descending. Once the ride was over, you had to help him up and walk him out. Now that he had his two feet planted firmly on the ground, it didn’t take long for him to recover. Even then, you remained rather cautious and stuck with him on your journey to Soho. By the time everyone took their seats in Circolo Popolare, a beautiful Italian restaurant Arthur so kindly booked, you were still looking out for him.

Leaning over to rest your head on the table, you glanced up at his face with a soft smile. “... You okay now?”

A light blush dusted his cheeks and he nodded. You didn’t need to be this observant with him considering he was well now, but he loved your attentiveness. It wasn’t something he was used to. “Yeah, I’m fine now. Thank you. Now quit worrying about me, alright?” Rubbing the nape of his neck at that, you couldn’t help lingering on his body language for a moment.

It didn’t matter what he dressed like, or what his personality was. He could be endearing when it came to it, and a total softie too. And the thought made you smile even wider. If he thought you were cute, then you thought he was adorable. “Fine. I’ll leave you alone.” You slowly turned to Ivan, the action making Arthur tense up a little.

Reaching out to your hand, he took it. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

The feeling of his warm fingers around yours made your heart skip a beat. Did he just? Your thoughts manifested into your look of shock, and you darted your eyes over his neutral expression to try and decipher it. Before you could come up with anything, there was a phone in your face, followed by a flash.

“Wha--?”

He turned the screen to you to reveal a photo of you, and in your opinion, it was the least flattering picture anybody had ever taken of you. “I said I’d take an uglier photo of you, didn’t I?” Arthur grinned, the words acting like a cold splash of water to bring you back to reality.

“... You sneaky little shit.” You growled. “Delete that right now!”

“How about no?”

“I’ll never forgive you for this, Arthur.”

“I think you already have, love. You’re smiling right now.”

You stared at him wordlessly for a few seconds. Then, out of nowhere, you reached out to snatch his phone right out of his hands. Tapping furiously on the screen to get rid of it, you heard his chair scrape back violently as he tried to retrieve it. “Why, you--”

But it was too late. Gone forever. Lost in the abyss of cyberspace. And so, he immediately channelled his frustration by jabbing his fingers into your sides. “If I can’t have that photo of you, at least let me do this!” You burst into a fit of laughter so loud, nearby patrons turned their heads. Only then did he pull away, leaving you to recover through breathless wheezing.

“Fuck you, Arthur.” You whispered, but it was on an affectionate note more than anything. As you glowered at him from your seat, you never noticed Ivan doing the same thing, but he was glaring at the Brit for an entirely different reason. Arthur had to be the most self-aware person out there, and to make a scene in a restaurant like this? He really fell for you, didn’t he?

When he realized Ivan’s scorching gaze burning into him, he froze.

Not just out of how intimidated he was, but the epiphany that he was right all along. Why else was he acting so out of character? The only explanation was this--in the short time of being with you, he may or may not have developed a little crush. But that was no problem, right?

All he needed to do was to ask you out.

But that would prove a task easier said than done, especially when Ivan decided to attach himself to you by the hip after that stunt. That cunning bastard knew what he was doing. After a little window shopping around Bond street and Mayfair, he stuck to you like a tattoo, and kept it up until night fell. While the group walked around Camden, Ivan kept you by his side with a firm grip on your hand.

When you asked why he was suddenly so clingy, he simply justified it with, “It’s dangerous for small people like you to wander around at night!”

But Arthur called bullshit. Especially when the other went ahead and smirked at him right after saying it. Maybe he liked you too, but was refusing to admit it. How hypocritical. If not, then he probably didn’t want you making friends when you were the only friend he had. Whatever it was, he wasn’t about to back down so easily. Camden may be the last destination for the night, and perhaps, the last time he’d see you again for God knows how long, but it was his trump card.

If this didn’t sweep you off your feet enough to get you to pull away from Ivan, nothing would.

As a town famous for its thriving nightlife and punk culture, it encompassed everything he was passionate about, and he’d give anything to show it to you. So he included a visit to the bar here on the agenda today, one that hosted live music. While you and Ivan got comfortable in your seats, Arthur never made a move to sit down.

It was already dim inside, so you never noticed him leave. The next time you saw him, it was a few minutes later when he was on stage with a few other musicians. Leaning forward with surprise, you watched him strap on a bright red electric guitar. Walking up to the microphone, he adjusted that. No way.

You were still trying to process him being a professional performer, but a lead singer as well?

The second he strummed the strings to start a guitar riff, he opened his mouth to start singing.

Play this while you read

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Show me how to lie, you're getting better all the time

And turning all against the one is an art that's hard to teach

His fingers never stopped moving as he belted out note after note. His voice was so different to how he talked, you had to do a double take. He sounded a little more rasp, a little more punk. To say you were impressed was an understatement.

Now dance, fucker, dance, man, he never had a chance

And no one even knew it was really only you

While he jammed out on stage, he was electric. The energy in the bar exploded, and he had everyone singing along. You could almost see the confidence in him shoot up from the excitable crowd, because he was smirking.

Nice work, you did.

You’re gonna go far, kid!

Turning his head to you as he sung that line, you raised a hand to your mouth. Whether he did that on purpose or not was a mystery. But no words could describe how attractive it was. Hell, it even made you mind blank for a few moments. This was Arthur? He was like an entirely different person! Needless to say, you were completely star struck.

You couldn’t even make out what Ivan was telling you when the music was blaring in your ears. But you didn’t care. Arthur had you caught in a trance with his voice and guitar all until the end. When the song finally ended, the band bowed graciously and threw up hand signs as the audience erupted in applause and cheers.

When he stepped off the stage, you didn’t hesitate to run up to him. There, you practically pounced on him for a tight embrace. “Oh my god, you were amazing! I didn’t know you could play so well! And sing, too! Why didn’t you tell me!?” You exasperated, pulling away to be met with his dazzling smile. It was the first time you’ve seen him so energetic, as if performing sparked a fire inside him that burned with youthful intensity.

“I was dying to show you all day. I wanted it to be a surprise, and I had to save the best til’ last, didn’t I?” He grinned, feeling his heart swell up with warmth as he watched you light up.

“Well, good on you! I loved it!” Squeezing him again, you felt his chest shake under his laughs. When you pulled away, you reached up to cup his face. But it felt so natural in the spur of the moment, even he didn’t seem to care.

“Thanks again for today, Arthur. I really appreciate you taking us out today. You completely blew me away.”

The way how you phrased it reminded him of why he was here in the first place. That was right. He still had to ask you out. And with Ivan watching on from afar, this was his chance. The thought reddened his cheeks, but while you had his face in your hands, he couldn’t feel more comfortable. “Is that so? If that’s the case, how about I take you out again?” His expression grew serious. “A proper date, I mean.”

It was your turn to blush, but you managed a quick answer.

“No need to look so serious, love. Of course I’ll go on a date with you.”

He chuckled and leaned in to peck your lips. “Stealing my vocabulary now, are we?”

“Stealing kisses now, are we?”

“Touché.”

Now a third wheel of the group, he breathed out a soft sigh and rested his cheek on his hand. “I guess my job here is done.” It didn’t really look like it, but he had been trying to play the wingman all along. Arthur was always one to go a little crazy when he wanted something, and only more so when he was desperate. So all he gave him was a little push in the right direction.

Maybe he would thank him later, but for now, he’d leave you two be.

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humbughana · 4 years ago

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second best

warnings: cursing per usual, mentions of sex (gasp), hidden feelings (ugh the angst), dick rafe (yum), bad writing (the horror)

words: 3k

enjoy lovers x

Rafe and Lola have been friends since they were born, both shoved together by their families and being the same age, it was easy for them to grow closer throughout the years.

But there was always a line that was to never be crossed. A mutual understanding, of sorts.

A line that hardened the girl over the years when she started to notice how attractive Rafe got or the number of girls he went through right in front of her. Or the pang in her chest when he asked her for one of her friend's numbers. There was harmless flirting between the two, no more than teasing but it was still hard for Lola.

So she resorted to drowning herself in boys of her own choosing if only to keep her mind off of her best friend.

“Lola!”

From where she was leaning against the stairs, she could see the entire living room crowded with teenagers. Topper always knew how to throw a good party, “Yes Top?” She sipped her drink slowly, not looking at her blonde friend who joined her.

He rolled his eyes at her, “You can’t stand here all night, Lo.” He gestured to some of her friends that danced drunkenly, “Get out there.” Lola only shook her head slightly, “Not in the mood tonight.” she muttered with a shrug. It was true - and untrue. She showed up at the house excited to let loose with her friends but she almost immediately saw Rafe with his tongue down the throat of some brunette that was on his arm all night.

When they were in high school, Topper noticed her soft spot for Rafe, especially after he had asked one of her friends to prom and the tears in her eyes when he saw her leaving the school that day, “Lola-” he started but was cut off with a sharp look that told him to shut his big mouth up.

“I’m fine.” She shrugged and a smile grew on her lips as she saw one of the guys she hooked up with regularly and casually, and as if to say ‘see’ she sauntered over to the boy and leaned into his side, an arm immediately wrapping around her waist. Throwing a smile over her shoulder to Topper he only shook his head in disapproval at her coping mechanisms.

Rafe and Lola would kill each other, he vouched.

Lola spent the night perched on the boys lap, drinks placed in her hand accordingly until she unintentionally swayed to the beat of the music. The boy- Jack was his name placed a firm hand on her back to keep her steady. He was sweet, much too sweet for her and he knew about her problem with Rafe. And she knew about his broken heart that his ex-girlfriend gleefully ripped in two. They were using each other, sure, but they respected each other.

“Coming back to my place?” His voice was warm in her ear and she nodded, too eager to leave the party. She saw Rafe climbing the stairs with the same brunette to where she knew the guest rooms were, gritting her teeth. She let Jack’s hand slide up her back to rest behind her neck, “Let’s go.” Lola mumbled, standing up eyes still on the steps.

So she would let Jack fuck her until she couldn’t even think about the tall blonde that was crushing her heart.

“Fuck you,” she spat at Rafe who only grinned back at her, pleased with himself as he held the golf club with ease. They both took the game way too seriously to have a casual outing anymore and Rafe was now beating her, “Have you been practicing without me?” she demanded, ripping the club out of his hand and setting her own ball up. Lining her feet up he laughed warmly behind her, “I took Victoria here the other day.”

Barely listening to him, she hit the ball and watched it sail in the right direction with a grin. But Rafe continued and now she was listening, “You know her, I think. I took her to Topper’s party the other day.” So that was the brunette that he was with all night, “I didn’t actually see you that night, Lo. Did you go?”

“I was there.” She nodded as Rafe drove them to their balls much too slowly when all she wanted to do was sink into herself. There was nothing more she wanted to hear about concerning Rafe and the girl he was seeing, “You must have just been busy with Victoria.” Unable to keep the sarcastic edge out of her tone Rafe turned to look at her slightly with a frown.

“Or you must have been with that Ashford kid.” She rolled her eyes, Rafe made his opinions abundantly clear about her friend.

“Jack?”

“Who else do you hang all over when you go out?” He was serious, she noticed and let out a real laugh. Rafe only clenched his jaw, “Something funny Lo?” She nodded, “Yeah actually. You have a problem with who I hang out with?”

“Only the ones you fuck.”

She sucked in a breath, partly shocked and angry that he would have the nerve to say that to her face. So she nodded, heart beating too fast, “I am fucking him.” She spoke slowly but unwaveringly when she saw Topper and Kelce in the distance, “Careful Rafe.” she taunted “You sound jealous.” His head snapped to meet her eyes but she only rolled hers in response. Topper waved at the duo and Lola smiled at him, “You better leave him alone, Rafe.” She would kill Rafe if he went after Jack and she wouldn’t put it past Rafe to do something stupid.

Rafe only angrily stomped off to Kelce when the cart stopped and she rolled her eyes once more at the dramatics of him before joining Topper, “What's his deal?” Topper asked, watching his two friends stalk off.

“He’s mad at me.” she snorted and Topper asked why, “Because I’m fucking Jack Ashford.” She laughed again, finding the irony in the situation while Topper just sighed and shook his head.

“Tell him, Lola.”

“I don’t know what you're talking about Top” She crossed her arms and stared straight ahead, “I’m leaving actually. Let him wallow with you two.” She walked back over to the golf cart she and Rafe were using, ignoring Topper’s protest and drove back to the clubhouse.

The nerve of that boy.

Lola and her two friends dragged her along to one of the few bars in their area, easily using their fake ID’s to get in and quickly downing a few shots to get them in the mood.

“I’m gonna go dance,” she mumbled, taking the last shot in front of her and wincing at the taste. And that she did, Lola danced in the mass of people and laughed as she left carefree until her skin began to overheat.

“Lola!” she heard Eve yell and she turned in the direction of her two friends, one of which was in the face of another girl she didn’t recognize. Frowning she pushed through the crowd until she stood next to Eve who stared at their friend in worry.

“Sadie,” Lola started to intervene as their words started to change into yelling, “Come on.”

The girl she didn’t know laughed maliciously, “No - that little cunt kissed my boyfriend!” To which launched Sadie into an enraged furry, trying to reach around Lola that wedged herself in between the fight.

“What happened!” Lola raised her voice, eyeing Eve who cringed to the side. Sadie only laughed, “He kissed me! You crazy bitch!”

Lola wanted to groan, that was until the angry girlfriend spat out, “Whore!” Lola turned and smacked the girl across the face before anyone could have predicted the fight. If the crowd of people didn’t already know what was happening, then they certainly did now as the two girls fell in a heap on the floor, Lola on top.

“Get her, Lo!” Sadie yelled gleefully while Eve anxiously scrolled through her contacts, knowing they were about to get kicked out of the bar, if not arrested for being underage.

When Lola started throwing real punches and the bouncer began sifting through the dense crowd towards them she held the phone to her ear, “Rafe?” Rafe had basically grown up with Lola’s two friends as well and knew something was up at the sound of her voice, “What’s up, Eve?”

“Please come get us? Lola’s fighting some girl and-” she cut herself off, “We’re at Brothers.” Rafe cursed at the girls but hung up with the promise he’d be there soon.

The bouncers finally intervened, one grabbed Lola around the waist, the other two were dragging Sadie and the angry girlfriend out. Eve just followed behind with red cheeks while Lola cursed the bouncers to hell and back, Sadie still yelling at the other girl. They were unceremoniously dumped on the sidewalk outside, “You cause any problems out here and we’re calling the police.” The men looked at them pointedly and Eve prayed Rafe would show up and hopefully with his friends, she didn’t know if Rafe would be enough.

“Happy now? Your boyfriend probably has his tongue down someone else's throat.” Sadie crossed her arms as she stood next to Lola who looked crazed still, “Fucking psycho,” Lola muttered, catching the attention of the girl anyways.

“What did you call me?” her nasally voice rang true as she got back into Lola’s face and she only smiled.

“A. Fucking. Psycho.” Lola spat each word harshly as the girl's face turned red, Lola couldn’t react fast enough to dodge the hand that hit her cheek harshly. Eve could have cried when a familiar boy brushed past her and grabbed Lola around the waist and dragged her flailing body away.

“Rafe!” Sadie yelled in surprise, “I’m so glad you came.” She swayed slightly and Topper grabbed her elbow so she didn’t fall, “Topper too?” The drunk girl laughed forgetting all about the fight and the other girl finally stalked away, defeated.

“Lola calm the fuck down.” Rafe grabbed her jaw when he set her down in front of him finally. She hissed in pain and he let go, surveying her bruised face in disdain, “What the hell?” Rafe nodded to his friends behind them, telling them to get the other two girls home.

“She started it.” Lola crossed her arms stubbornly, “She insulted Sadie!” Rafe shook his head, a small smile graced his face and she softened immediately, “Don’t be mad at me,” She pouted, the alcohol making her a tad more open with her feelings. Rafe only laughed quietly and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, “Let's get you home, Lo.” He walked the two of them to his car as she walked him through the fight, “I totally won too.” She finished with a victorious grin.

Rafe lifted her up into the car with a grin, “I’m sure you did, baby.” She warmed at the pet name that easily fell into their conversation and sat with a shit eating grin as he jumped into his side of the car, “Can I stay with you?”

Rafe nodded with a smile and began driving, “Course.”

Lola turned up the radio and began to hum to the songs she knew as Rafe could only watch her with a soft smile, “C'mon, Lo” He pulled her out of the car when they arrived at his familiar home and she only groaned and closed her eyes dramatically, “Fine,” he shrugged, “You leave me no choice.” He swiftly picked her up and walked them to the front door, setting her down on unsteady legs to unlock the door. Lola happily led the way to Rafe’s bedroom and began to sift through his closet for clothes to sleep in and took off her little top, hearing a slight cough behind her.

“What?” She turned around completely, the shirt clutched to her bare chest and a smirk on her face made him swallow harshly, “Put the shirt on, Lola.” She rolled her eyes at his seriousness and slipped the shirt on before dragging the skirt down her legs.

“You’re no fun, Rafe.” She mumbled, crawling into his bed and shifting under the covers. He only looked at her with a look she couldn’t decipher before shaking his head, “I’m going to the guest room. You can take my bed.”

“What?” She sat up on her elbows with a confused frown, “We’ve always shared a bed.”

Rafe rubbed his eyes in frustration, “We’re not kids anymore, Lola.”

She was utterly confused, “Rafe I slept here, with you, last week. What’s wrong with you?” Fully sitting up now she furrowed her eyebrows when he shook his head.

“It’s different now,”

“In the past four days, you mean?”

Rafe sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “ Goodnight Lola.”

“Rafe Cameron!” She threw a pillow at his back when he turned to leave his own room and he sighed audibly again at her antics. She tried not to let it sting, wondering what changed to wedge a space in between them.

“Don’t look at me like that,” He groaned and she blinked rapidly, now on her knees on the bed.

“Like what?”

“Like I’m breaking your heart over this.”

Lola bit down on her bottom lip, “What if you were?” She looked at him with wide eyes, glassy from the alcohol and maybe her emotions. Rafe furrowed his brows as if confused with her admission but shook his head anyways, “You don’t mean that. Go to bed, Lo.”

“Fuck you, Rafe. I’m leaving.” She jumped off the bed, stumbling slightly and began to grab her clothes when Rafe snatched her upper arm, “Like hell you are.” But she was ready and shoved his chest until he stumbled backwards. “Tell me the truth.” Lola crossed her arms expectantly and Rafe looked equally annoyed.

So he shrugged, “I don’t want to mess things up with Victoria. I don’t want her to get the wrong idea of our relationship.” And suddenly she was a freshman in highschool again, Rafe had just started dating a girl he barely knew and she was alone. Rafe left her in the dust for a new girl because he ‘didn’t want them to get the wrong idea’.

And everytime she waited like a lost puppy for Rafe to call or text her, telling her he broke up with whoever he was seeing. Everything could go back to normal, she always thought. Always the faithful little friend.

So the sour look on her face fell to one of loss and Rafe had the nerve to ask what was the matter, she let out a dead laugh, “I’m not doing this anymore, Rafe. I won’t” She shook her head, her mind clear as his eyes reflected the opposite.

“What are you talking about?”

She began to grab her skirt, pulling it back up her legs, leaving his shirt on and pulling on the jacket she had, “You cannot throw me to the side when it is convenient for you. I won’t wait for you anymore. So you either find a way to balance or this is goodbye Rafe.” She clipped his shoulder on her way out the door before he turned to follow on her heels.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about!!” He was angry with her. Good, she thought. And only when she reached his front door did she turn, “You think about that. Hell, even ask Topper. But I can’t do this anymore. I’m walking home.”

And that she did. The walk was really only five minutes as they lived on the same street and as usual her house was empty. Sitting in the empty kitchen in the dark, Lola pulled out her phone to see a few texts,

top: tell him.

rafe: are you home?

And lastly, one that made her stall,

jack: can I come over?

“Morning,” she mumbled into her pillow as she felt the boy next to her shift with a groan. Jack’s hands reached out until he grabbed her waist and pulled her into him, burying his face into her neck tiredly, “morning lo.” his hands ran over her back in a comforting way that had her clinging to him, their legs tangled together.

But neither of them were who the other truly wanted to find next to them in the mornings.

Jack pulled away first, slowly sitting up and running a hand through his hair. He looked lost; sad even and she sat up behind him, running her hand up to his shoulder, “What happened?” she pressed a kiss to his bare shoulder as he covered his face with his hands. And there was always a reason for their visits.

“she moved on.” was all he said and Lola wrapped her arms around his waist from behinds and let them bask in the comfort for a little longer.

But it was her turn when he turned his body to face her, “why am I here?” he looked at her pointedly and she smirked, “because I love your company.” he smiled at her but they both knew it wasn't the truth, so he laid her back down and propped himself on his elbow to look at her from the side.

Lola sighed, looking from him to the ceiling over her, “he’s done with me.” she kept it short and sweet like he did but he still frowned, looking over her face as if to say who could possibly leave you behind? The sweetness of the boy next her here made her heart squeeze painfully, if only she could love him instead.

He kissed her deeply when the first tear fell on her cheek and didn’t stop until her mind went blank with pleasure as he rocked into her late into the morning sun. Only when they both collapsed back onto the bed, breathing deeply, did she look at him but there were simply no words to say.

*part 2

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sweetsweetkpop · 4 years ago

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Sincerely yours

Pairing: Jungwoo x Fem! reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Rating: 18+

Aus/Tropes: Non-Idol!Jungwoo, Established Relationship

WC: 4k

Warnings: Marking, Slight Nipple Play, Oral (female receiving), Slight Hair Pulling, Unprotected sex (Wrap it up guys), Creampie

Notes: This is for the NeoSmutCollective Event - Love Letter, and I hope you all enjoy it! Also, the love letters' contents will be in italics like this (also will be colored for my mobile nctzens), so when you see that, you’ll know your reading the love letter!

Jungwoo yawned as he stretched, legs and arms extending to emphasize until he stopped. A smile on his face as he opened his eyes to look beside him, only for it to quickly fall when he realized that you weren’t beside him.

He rubbed his eyes as he looked around for you, rubbing his eyes as he sat up in bed.

He was confused. It was 11:30 in the morning, and you usually like to stay in bed for those extra minutes, curled up into his side and using either his chest or arm as a pillow, especially when neither one of you had any plans. He didn’t mind it, though, because he loves having you close to him.

He swung his legs over the bed, glancing around until his eyes landed on the red envelope on the nightstand. His curiosity grew as he reached for it to open and see what was inside. He immediately recognized your handwriting as he started to read,

Dear Jungwoo,

You don’t understand how hard it was to get out of bed early to plan everything I have done today. When I lay in your arms, I feel safe as if nothing could hurt me and as if they can protect me from all negativity. You hold me so tight that I feel like I’m suffocating from your affection, which I love! I can’t wait to be held in your arms again, but for now, get up, get washed up and dressed, and head to the kitchen. And please just follow whatever my letters say >.<

Sincerely,

Your Sweetheart~

Jungwoo wanted to know what you were planning, his curiosity growing tenfold as he got up and went inside the connecting bathroom. Stripping out of his clothes and quickly hopping in the shower, his mind just thinking of what you took the time to do.

The shower didn’t take too long as he got out, dried off, and quickly got dressed. He dressed in something simple, knowing very well that you would have told him to get dressed fancy. So Jungwoo dressed pretty comfortably; a sweatshirt with some jeans and some comfortable shoes.

He came out of the bedroom and immediately headed to the kitchen. He saw a display of food out on the table, a wide array of foods he enjoyed eating, and it was honestly stunned for a second.

Jungwoo noticed the letter on the table beside the food as he reached to go pick it up and open it

Dear Jungwoo,

If there’s one thing I love doing for you, it must be cooking. I wouldn’t call myself a master chef or anything like that, but you always excite my dishes up like it is. I love watching the big smile on your face when you try something I just made and you getting excited to taste it when I was worried about it. So I went out and made some of your favorite dishes to eat before I send you out. After eating, visit Mark cause he had your next letter. Text me when you leave, and be safe! I’ll see you soon, baby~♡︎

Sincerely,

Your sweetheart

Jungwoo smiled as he was quick to sit down and eat, noticing the food was still warm as he chewed. He could tell how well you timed everything for the food to always be warm by the time he got out of the room. It only made him more impressed by the dedication you took in just for his birthday.

It didn’t take him long to finish the food and put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher before getting ready to head out to Mark’s apartment. Jungwoo grabbed his keys as he went to text you that you were leaving. He left and locked the door as he headed to his car. By the time he got in, he had noticed that you had hearted his message and said nothing else.

Jungwoo chuckled, knowing that you would be secretive today, but he didn’t mind it at all. Jungwoo got situated before heading off to Mark’s. His mood was so high since he just wanted to know what else you had planned for him.

It took about 20 minutes to get to Mark’s apartment as he parked before getting out and eagerly heading up to his friend’s apartment. He took the elevator, foot-tapping with excited jitters until the elevator doors opened on Mark’s floor. He walked down the hall and was ready to knock when Mark opened the door with a smile.

“ Hey, birthday boy.” Mark smiled as Jungwoo went to hug him with a smile, looking over his shoulder, surprised to see his other friends there as well.

“ What’s all this?” Jungwoo asked as he pulled away from Mark, a bit shocked to see everyone there.

“ This should explain everything.” Mark handed him the letter as Jungwoo quickly opened it to read it as the others watched.

Dear Jungwoo,

You probably weren't expecting this, but I wanted you to spend time with your friends. Not only does it give me some time to add the finishing touches for your birthday, but it would just be wrong for me to be selfish and have you for the whole day. Mark helped me out a lot in planning and getting things for you, and everyone else gave their inputs in as well, which I’m grateful for. Your friends have almost become my friends, and they’re like the siblings I never got to have. So spend time with the family until I call your phone. Just promise me not to get drunk.

Sincerely,

Your sweetheart

Jungwoo smiled as he put the card down and looked at Mark, “ So you were in on this too?”

“ She asked for help. How could I say no?” Mark giggled as he pushed him towards the crowd of friends, “You heard what she said. Let’s make sure you have some fun before you are whisked away for the rest of the night.”

Jungwoo was there for a while. He had Taeyong and Yuta giving him extra gifts that he wasn’t expecting. He and Mark were playing FIFA and having the rest of the boys cheer for them as Jungwoo would win. Johnny and Jaehyun helped make foods and snacks for everyone that Jungwoo found delicious. The atmosphere was light and bubbly as Taeil and Donghyuck were playing around.

Jungwoo was genuinely enjoying himself. He wasn’t expecting anything special for his birthday, but he found himself merely enjoying everything.

He was there for maybe an hour or two when he heard his phone ring on the table. He immediately stopped what he was doing when he noticed it was you calling him. He put the controller down as he got up and moved from the group, moving far enough, so he could hear you.

“Hello?”

“Hi baby, are you having fun?” Hearing your voice on the phone was soothing. He hasn't spoken to you until now.

“ Yes, I am. I wasn’t expecting you to plan something like this.” Jungwoo admits as he leans against the wall, not noticing how the others have quieted down to listen in potentially.

“ It’s your birthday! Why wouldn’t I do something special?” You laughed, and it was honestly music to his ears, “But I wanted to ask you if you had anything to drink?”

“I only had a shot of soju, and that’s it. I listened.” Jungwoo answered as he heard you hum.

“ You think you're ready to come back home, or did you wanna spend more time there?” You asked him.

“ Depends. Are you going to be home by the time I get there?” Jungwoo’s voice was a bit lower as he spoke, knowing very well that he missed you and was just ready to see you now.

“ I wouldn’t have called if I wasn’t~ Come back home then, Woo. I have your last gifts here. Be safe, and I’ll see you when you get back. Love you.” You hung up before he could respond as he just noticed the silence in the room as he turned to see everyone looking at him.

“ What?” Jungwoo asked, confused.

“ What a lucky man you are,” Johnny said, sipping from his soju bottle as he shook his head.

“What are yo-”

“ What do I have to do to find a woman like that?” Donghyuck joked with a fake whine, earning some chuckles from the others.

“ Do you guys know what she has planned for me?” Jungwoo asked them before Yuta gave him a look.

“ No, but we have a good idea of what it could be,” Yuta answered him, and Jungwoo was ready to ask him something again when he was starting to get pushed out the door by Taeyong.

“ Stop wasting time and go home! She called you, so that means to go home, right? Then leave and don’t leave her waiting!” Taeyong fussed at him with a smile as Jaehyun opened the door for them as he pushed Jungwoo out the door with his presents.

“ We’ll see you tomorrow, Jungwoo! Bye~” Mark yelled before the door was close before Jungwoo could even get a word out. He just shrugged his shoulders as he headed back to his car. He got inside and rushed a bit to get home.

Whether his friends knew what you had planned or not, he wanted to be home with you. He hasn’t seen you all day, and that was motivation enough for him to hurry his ass home. It didn’t take him as long to get back home. Quickly parking the car and leaving the gifts from his friends there, he hurried to make it back up to the apartment. He probably looked crazy the way he was rushing back home. Putting his long legs to use, he was in front of the apartment door, hurriedly putting his keys in the door to unlock it. He pushed the door open and looked around the dimly lit apartment.

He stopped his rushing when he noticed the flower petals that littered the floor, candles lighting the apartment, creating an atmosphere that nulled his eagerness as he shut the door and locked it.

He quietly walked inside, taking his shoes off at the door as he followed the trail that started from the door and led him into their shared bedroom. He stepped inside and saw the flower petals forming a heart on the bed with another envelope in the center. It picked it up as he opened it to read the letter inside.

Dear Jungwoo,

Even though I tell you daily how much I love you, I wanted to explain to you the reasons why today. I did luck out in you coming over to talk to me that day. I wasn’t expecting that me giving you my number would lead me to find the love of my life. Our first date was a bit awkward since we were both stuttering and nervous, but I remember how by the end of it, we were both smiling and laughing by the time you brought me back home. I’ll admit that I was anxious when we would talk or go on dates.

I thought, ‘Everything is going too good for me. Something must happen.’ I know it’s foolish looking back on it now, but I haven’t had something as good as you before. Every insecurity I had, you pushed it away until you were able to close that distance that I realized I had placed between us until we were face to face. You made me believe in love again and made me treasure every little thing that you’ve done for me.

Now I can’t imagine my life without you at this point. I can’t help but thank your mom for giving birth to you cause she ended up giving birth to my soulmate. I could honestly make this wayyyy longer if I wanted to, but if I did that, then you would be standing here forever. To sum up, everything that I wanted to say, just know the I love you with every fiber of my being. I won’t change anything in my life if it means I can be with you now and forever. I love you, Kim Jungwoo

Happy Birthday baby

Sincerely,

Your Sweetheart

Jungwoo couldn’t stop the smile that formed on his face. He felt like his cheeks would hurt by the end of it cause he just couldn’t take the smile off his face. Never in his life has he gotten something so sweet from anyone. He knew you meant every word you said, and that’s what made his heartbeat as fast as it did.

His attention was brought back when he heard the bathroom door open. Jungwoo’s head whipping around to see you pushing the door, leaning against the door frame in a robe that was left open as you stared at him with a small smile. “ Did you like my letter?”

Jungwoo didn’t answer you as he crossed the room to you in three steps, pulling you into his body as he leaned down to kiss you. You were quick to kiss him back as his hand rested at the nape of your neck with your hands resting on his broad shoulders. You both didn’t realize how breathless the kiss would be. Neither one of you has seen the other since last night, and seeing each other now after that amount of time seemed like forever to you both.

Jungwoo didn’t pull away until he knew that you both needed air. When he pulled away, your lips were already starting to get puffy. He looked up at you, and he couldn’t stop the laugh that left his throat.

“ God did I miss you and your kisses,” Jungwoo admits, and it made you laugh as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“ I missed you too. I would have stayed home with you if I didn’t have this plan.” You told him as his arms wrapped around your lower back.

“ I wasn’t expecting you to do something like this, but I do appreciate all of the time and effort you put into it.” Jungwoo smiled, kissing your forehead as you rested your head against his chest right after.

“ I’m happy that you did. I rewrote that last letter so many times cause I felt they weren’t good enough. It still wasn’t enough, but I hope what I wrote is good enough.” You mumbled before feeling his hand under your chin, lifting your face to look at him.

“ Everything that you did for me today has been more than enough. I can’t say thank you enough for everything. “ He leans back down to kiss you, and it swallowed down any other words that you planned on saying. You just melted into his arms as he kissed you.

Jungwoo bent down to pick you up in his arms, not breaking the kiss as he gently placed you on the bed, his body hovering over you. His body was resting between your legs, placing one of them on his hip as he pulled away to kiss your throat.

You moved your neck to the side as you felt him place light marks against your skin before you pulled him back up to kiss you. You don’t know how long you were kissing before Jungwoo pulled back away, hovering as his eyes trailed over you.

Jungwoo had the chance to admire the attire that you were wearing finally. It was red lingerie. The top was a halter with a large cut-out in the center with two heart loops connecting them. The bottoms were lace and see-through like the top and were high-waisted, exposing more of your hips and ass because of how it was cut. The silk robe that initially covered up the lingerie set has now slid off to the side that just added more to the image he was looking down at.

“ You are beautiful,” Jungwoo mumbles as his hand reaches down to massage your chest. His fingers were pinching your nipple between the fabric, making your back arch off the bed. He smiled as your moans started to fill the room, leaning down to push the lacy top to the side, wrapping his lips around their other nipple.

Your fingers wrapped in his fluffy hair, tugging whenever he would nip at your chest. He would leave little marks over your body that he knew you would show off with pride, uncaring of who sees.

Jungwoo’s mouth had traveled down your chest, passed your stomach, and had his face hover you're between youth legs. He looked up at you for a split second before eagerly tugging them down your legs.

“ Wait a minute! I should be pleasing you. It’s your birthday!” You rambled as you tried to keep your legs closed, built couldn’t with jungwoo’s firm grip. He laughed as he stared, enjoying how you were already wet for him when he didn’t do much.

“ Well, since it’s my birthday, you should be listening to what I say. Plus, you worked hard today to plan everything for me, so let me at least repay you for your hard work.” Jungwoo smiled as he kissed your inner thigh.

You watched his mouth slowly descend onto you as he slowly dragged his tongue up your pussy. He took his time to work your body. His movements were slow, precise, and teasing.

Jungwoo made sure to have his fill while eating you out. He didn’t care about how you tugged at his hair when he would give a hard suck to your clit or when he had his friends pressed inside you, prodding your g-spot to make your back arch off the bed.

Your taste was addicting. Something about it, making the grip around your thighs fighting as he pulled you close: your moans only fuel him to dip his face in more as he groaned against your body.

You felt your legs tremble, your orgasm coming up close as Jungwoo started to become unrelentlessly. His full lips were wrapped around your clit as he sucked hard, his fingers curling up into you. His fingers rubbing deep is as he worked your body simultaneously as he gave another suck at the same time that he pressed inside you.

Jungwoo knew exactly what he was doing. He knew that him doing that was just enough to get your body to tip over. He held your body down as you convulsed against his lips, working your body back down slowly as he slowly removed his lips.

Licking his lips, Jungwoo liked how disheveled you looked on the bed. Legs spread open with some small after shakes from the orgasm as your chest raised up and down, the robe having slid down your shoulders as you moved around.

You barely paid attention to when Jungwoo stripped from his clothes, throwing his shirt and pants somewhere else as you squealed when Jungwoo pulled your body back to his by your legs.

You looked up at him as he smiled at you, “ You still want to keep going or no?” He asked you, rubbing your leg with gentle touches, and it made you smile.

How could he go down on you like that, then be sweet to you right after?

Nevertheless, you nodded as you watched him line himself up, leaning back down to kiss you as he slowly pushed himself inside. Both of your moans get swallowed into the kiss as he slowly bottoms out.

He made sure to wrap your legs around his body as he pressed his tongue inside your mouth as he pulled his hips back and pushed them back inside.

Jungwoo’s thrust was slowed but deep, making sure to reach the parts of you that you could never reach yourself. Jungwoo had his arms wrapped around your body as he moved his hips against yours.

You felt it getting harder to kiss him when his thrusts got a bit faster, turning your head to the side as he could hear your moans getting louder. Jungwoo leaned back down to kiss your throat before trailing up to your ear. His voice was smooth like velvet as he groaned in your ear, his brows knitted as he felt your walls squeeze around him.

You reached for his hand to grab, Jungwoo quickly lacing his fingers with yours as he kissed your cheek. “ You don’t even understand how much I love you.”

You turned your head to look at Jungwoo as he halted his movements to lift your body, now having you sitting in his lap as he looked at you. You snatched your robe off as you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and started to roll your hips against him, earning a quick groan from him.

“Does it feel good?” You asked him, watching his facial expressions as his hands held your hips.

“ You always feel good.” Jungwoo smiled, and you could stop the light-hearted giggle that left your throat, being quickly replaced with a moan as he pulled your body down more on his length.

You pulled his body close to yours, feeling like you were meant to be like this with him. It just felt too good as you started to leave your little marks against his neck that he would turn to the side to give you more space. Jungwoo was beginning to thrust up into you, his rhythm becoming wilder, and it was just pushing you closer to another orgasm.

You pulled back to stare at him. His lips even puffier than before, his hair sticking to his forehead from sweat, and his brown eyes filled with a mix of lust and adoration that just had you getting lost into them. You wondered if you had the same type of look in your eyes as he looked into yours.

Neither one of you had to speak.

You both knew how close you all were to cumming.

He gave you one last look. One that looks like he was waiting for an answer. An answer to a question that you knew he was conveying through his eyes. So you nodded as you leaned back in to kiss him—and coming back up to the nape of your neck to keep you there. You were meeting his thrust as muffled moans echoed in the bedroom.

It didn’t take much longer as Jungwoo pulled you down to fully sit on his cock, making you dig blunt nails into his shoulders as his orgasm triggered yours as your legs spasmed. Jungwoo held your body close to his as he stilled.

Panting was heard throughout the room as you both tried to get your breathing to slow. As you tried to catch your breath, you felt Jungwoo nuzzle into the side of your face making you smile.

“ Jungwoo?” You watched him turn his face up to look at you.

“Yes?” Jungwoo tilted his head at you.

“ I love you sooo much.” You kissed his cheek and didn’t stop at his cheek as he started to laugh before making you kiss his lips again.

“ I know you do and I love you so much too. You really outdone yourself for my birthday today!” Jungwoo smiled as he looked at the flower petals on the floor.

“ I still have a dinner and birthday cake for you too in the kitchen.” You explained to him, ready to move out his arms but he held you there. You looked at him and he gave a playful look.

“ Dinner sounds nice and all, but I’m not finished with you yet. I haven’t seen you all day until now, so I’m gonna have my fun with you.” Jungwoo was smiling as he lays you back down.

“ Wait! But what about your dinner?! It will get cold!” You tried to argue with him and that only made his smile grow bigger. You weren’t trying to get turned on but you already felt his cock inside you get hard again.

“ We can heat that up later and still want to finish the dessert I have in front of me.” Jungwoo went down an octave as he looked over your body again before meeting your wide eyes again.

You definitely knew you were in for a treat and a long night.

#dee writes #neosmutcollective #neosmutletters #kdiarynet #kpopficsnetwork #nct smut #nct 127 smut #nct oneshot #nct 127 oneshot #jungwoo smut #jungwoo oneshot #kpop smut #kpop oneshots #happy birthday to my baby jungwoo

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windup-dragoon · 3 years ago

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|| Kiri x Hien || Post ShB || Words 1551 || Fluff

There always seems to be something comforting about Shirogane at night. The gentle lights, the smell of the ocean on a brisk breeze, distant sounds of waves mingled with the trickling of ponds here and there. She truly had become fond of this faraway place. Eorzea had become too busy for her taste. The hustle and bustle of Limsa Lominsa; the constant movement in Gridania be it the folk who inhabit the area or the trees themselves; and Ul’dah simply felt too stifling after all her adventures there. None of the city states in Eorzea felt like home; not in the way Shirogane was beginning to feel.

The boat that carried them from Kugane to the shores of Shirogane came to a stop alongside the lengthy pier just as a full moon deigned to appear from a break in the clouds. With a glittering ocean around them, Kiri looked to the distant horizon. Shirogane wasn’t the home she knew, but it was a close second. But in that moment, she swore if she were to look hard enough, squint even, she might see a cluster of moonlight jellyfish dancing on the surface of the tides; the kind that frequent the coastal region of her village. They only appeared on nights like this; to absentmindedly bathe in the cold silver glow of the moon. As a youth she had always wondered what that life must be like. To simply exist without thought. To be born from the ocean, live in it, and die peacefully beneath the rolling waves. Was it like sleeping? Do the jellyfish dream in their state of eternal slumber? What then, do they dream of?

A hand on her shoulder startled her.

“Kiri?”

Hien was crouched on the dock beside her, kneeling with an outstretched hand for her to take. “Is aught amiss?”

While his soft eyes skimmed the ocean where she had been vacantly staring, she knew he wouldn’t see what her mind wished her to find out there. The ocean around Kugane and Shirogane, while connected to her own, didn’t seem to harbor the same fauna as she had been so delighted to find in her own village. Maybe one day she could return with Hien in tow. Together they could watch the jellyfish float and twirl beneath a glassy surface, or hear the lullaby of the whales as they traveled endlessly forward.

Kiri shook her head when his attention returned to her, offering him a smile as an apology. “Thinking. Just thinking.”

Overhead the lights of Shirogane had come to life; warm colors dancing like fireflies captured in vibrant paper lanterns. The way the lights softened the angles of Hien’s features had Kiri admiring him as they made their way up from the docks.

Even now, in such a familiar place as Shirogane, his eyes were alight with curiosity. He spoke with such honest excitement as he pulled her from vendor to street vendor in search of a late night snack to share once they returned to the apartments. Telling her the Doman word for simple ingredients or tools used to prepare cuisine unlike that seen in Eorzea. And when his eyes met hers, enchanted by his delight, color dusted the crest of his high cheeks; his hand tightening his hold on hers.

It made her heart flutter, as if a skittish minnow, when he gave her that sunny smile. Her breath caught and heat rose to her cheeks when he moved closer to brush stray hair from her cheek. She wondered, if distantly, what he saw when he looked at her in such ways. Did he know that he made her feel as if a coral reef was coming alive? An orchestra of heartbeats and swimming thoughts.

“Pray, enlighten me.” Hien began now that they had arrived at their final destination for the evening. Once the door was locked behind her, his arms came around her middle to draw her close, regardless of their bagged meal in hand. “You’ve been quiet since our return from Kugane. What has you transfixed, Kiri?”

His hold on her was tight, but certainly not unbearable. Warm and comfortable, actually. She felt herself melt into his embrace, laying her cheek against the crook of his neck. He had the scent of sea water still on his skin, thanks to their beach adventure at the Ruby Sea only hours prior. Her reply was simple as she closed her eyes. “Thoughts.”

“Truly?” He stifled a chuckle by brushing a kiss into her quicksilver hair. “You of all people, lost in thought? What have you done with the real Kiri, you fiend?”

The laughter that rumbled in his chest echoed in her ear. It was music, plain and simple. To hear him talk with such spirit, to hear that genuine humor.

She raised her head, smiling, “A fiend, am I? Then I’ll hear no objections ta’ takin’ yer share of dinner, eh?”

Hien playfully gasped and pulled her closer still, their noses just a whisper away from touching. “I dare you to try.”

Her apartment was small to say the least. But it brought her comfort. They could scarcely stand side by side in the kitchen while preparing their meals, but every exaggerated bump or purposeful brush of a hand only brought about more laughter between the two. While a pan simmered in sauce, the two were delightfully tangled with one another; the lack of counter space soon being remedied by eager hands sweeping aside unnecessary cooking appliances. And while the apartment didn’t have a formal dining area, Kiri sat perched on the counter happily sharing her food with Hien who stood between her legs.

“One day,” he hummed as he took a piece of grilled fish in a pair of chopsticks and brought it to her lips. “I promise to show you how to properly use these.”

“I didn’t ask to be fed, y’know.” Kiri protested, gesturing to a piece of cutlery left abandoned beside the sink. But still she ate the offered piece with only a light huff.

Hien set aside their shared dish and smiled. “And yet you continue to eat. Odd how that happens.” Softly his thumb brushed her bottom lip as he leaned impossibly closer. The heat of his breath whispered at the curve of her neck, the smell of sake so sweet. His free hand came to rest on her waist while tilting her chin up with the other to better examine her features in the low light in the kitchen.

She busied her own hands by tugging at the belt loops of his pants, wishing for a miracle to allow him to be closer than the counter would allow. Mismatched eyes lifted to stare up at the prince through thick lashes and stray silver hair. “If we were to speak of mysteries, dear sir,” Her own voice was a soft whisper now, low and heated. “then pray, explain how we keep endin’ up like this.”

He tilted his head with a knowing look and a sly smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “I believe some call it attraction.” Matching her low tone, Hien responded with capturing her mouth in a kiss. Soft, sugar sweet and gentle. But when he drew away, looking at her with hooded eyes, they were both breathless. “But I prefer to call it love.”

“What a poet.” Kiri chuckled before being swept up in another kiss. “You should be a bard.”

To this Hien laughed, leaving a trail of kisses from her lips to her jaw. “Your voice is much more preferable, Kiri.”

Moonlight pooled around them, pouring in from the open windows across the room. The fire in the fireplace had faded to occasionally cracking embers, a trail of haphazardly discarded clothing led from the kitchen to their futon where they had finally retired for the evening in each other's arms. Kiri lay with her head on his chest, listening to the beats of his heart just as she would the waves against the shore. Absently her hand traced outlines of his muscles, following the curve of his chest and occasionally wandering when discovering a scar to outline instead.

She wondered, in her half awake state of mind, what he would dream of that night. Would he see Doma? Perhaps memories of a time long passed. Of her perhaps? As she closed her eyes, she thought again of the jellyfish; the oceans little dreamers. She thought of him and her, standing at the docks of her village, watching a cluster of jellyfish rise to the surface on a clear evening. While the night was peaceful and a hush had fallen over the village, they were still surrounded by all their loved ones. Even Eyriwolk and Lynawyb, who she hadn’t seen for years now were there to greet the two of them. Everyone had gathered to watch the ocean; the one thing that connects them all together.

Before sleep could take her entirely, Kiri realized why Shirogane had come to feel like home to her. It wasn’t Shirogane at all. It was the company she kept that gave her a sense of comfort. A place of safety to be herself and relax from a world trying to kill her. She was home right now, so lovingly held in his arms.

#|| Untold Stories #|| Tiger Prince & the Stray #ffxiv writing #hien x kiri #hien x wol #hien rijin #wolnpc #not me writing about Kiris need for home again #this is such a heavy topic for her #she just wants to belong some where #also all the ocean references aaaaa #such a kiri vibe #to feel like the ocean is home

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titaniasfics · 4 years ago

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Wanda x Vision

“You make the hurt go away”

I’m dumping so hard for them rn

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Oooh, anon, I’m dumping so hard for them, too!

I’m putting this ask together with another anon’s ask. I’ll link their ask to this drabble:

Jealous Vision, but make him clueless that he's jealous. Bonus if one or all of the Avengers notice.

Hope you enjoy it!

You Make The Hurt Go Away

Takes place between Age of Ultron and Civil War

“May I borrow Ms. Maximoff for a moment?” Lieutenant Colonel Donovan, a newly assigned S.H.I.E.L.D. agent stationed at the compound, asks as he offers Wanda his hand. The disco mashup that had been pounding through the banquet hall shifts, turning into a ballad that Vision finds more pleasing. Tony’s fundraising galas always have the desired effect of ingratiating the Avengers to key government and military brass in the hopes of maintaining a certain image of competence and approachability. It helps when the inevitable takes place and they find themselves in a messy fight.

“I cannot presume to speak for Ms. Maximoff,” Vision answers Donovan. “Perhaps you should ask her directly.” Wanda makes a pretense of coughing to cover a laugh, something he has seen her do many times. It means he has done something to humor her and he derives a jolt of pleasure at making her laugh.

“Oh, erm, sorry. Ms. Maximoff, I was hoping to introduce you to members of my tactical unit. They are very enthusiastic about meeting you.

“I don’t see anything wrong with that.” She empties her flute of champagne and hands it to Vision. “Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back.”

“Naturally,” he says, setting the flute down on an empty table as she drifts away. Donovan leads her to the group of young men, all in uniform, all clearly eager to meet Wanda. Vision cannot hear their conversation but it is clear that Donovan is making introductions.

“That guy has had his eye on Wanda since day one,” Sam says, holding his own champagne flute. “

“Has he?” Vision asks.

“Yeah. He’s a real lady killer, that one. Wouldn’t be surprised if he was trying to make his move on Wanda. She outdid herself with that dress tonight.”

“I believe we can partly thank Natasha for the success of Wanda’s outfit. It certainly required most of the afternoon to achieve the final result.”

“Success is a good way to describe it,” Sam responded between chuckles. Wanda was drawing more than a few glances with her aesthetically alluring, red off-the-shoulder evening gown that slinks over her figure, a revealing slit reaching up to her mid-thigh. Vision had been so impressed by her ensemble when she first revealed it at the compound that he had experienced a flash of physical discomfort that exploded along his neurons and landed at the base of his spine, wreaking havoc on his…male extremities. He had these reactions often when it came to Wanda lately and no amount of diagnostics or self-assessments had been able to detect the anomaly to explain the cause of his reactions.

What if she was having the same effect on those young men?

His chest tightened and he put his hand over it, willing it to relax. “I am sure it is nothing more than fascination—“

He observes the tableau with this new information in place. Donovan’s hand, which is on Wanda’s elbow, slips to the small of her back, bringing him into closer proximity to her. The tightening in Vision’s chest becomes a surge of heat that races across his skin, landing on the tips of his fingers which twitch with an inexplicable urge to claw at something.

“Excuse me,” Vision says.

Sam smiles, pointing at the group. “That’s right. You better go get your girl.”

Vision almost argues that Wanda is most definitely not his girl, or anyone else’s, for that matter. She is her own woman and this insistence by humans to behave possessively toward each other is a never-ending source of confusion, but when Donovan’s snakes an arm around Wanda’s waist and, what’s more, she takes a small step as to evade the incursion, all logic disappears and Vision loses the thread of his thoughts.

“Right,” Vision steps through the small groups of people that converge on his path, as if placed there on purpose to create obstacles as he attempts to reach Wanda. When he arrives, Wanda looks up at him in surprise.

“Vision,” she says and he hears the relief in her voice. She takes another step away from Donovan, forcing him to drop his arm altogether.

“Wanda, I believe you promised me a dance?”

Her smile splits her face. “I believe I did.” She glances back at the men she’d been talking to, tossing an “Enjoy the rest of your night” over her shoulder as she walks away.

She tugs at Vision’s arm and he is prepared to stop somewhere in the middle of the dance floor, but she keeps them moving until they leave the hall and end up in an outside terrace, the music and lights spilling out into the dimly lit night.

“Thank you for that,” Wanda says, smoothing her hands over her dress. “That was creepy but I didn’t want to make a scene.”

“Sam mentioned Donovan might be interested in you. I would not have interfered but I sensed you were not comfortable with his attentions.”

Wanda’s face reflects confusion. “So if I had been interested in Donovan, you wouldn’t have stepped in?”

“No,” Vision answers. “You are free to choose the person you wish to spend time with.”

“But is that the only reason you interfered?” she prods.

Vision frowns. “I respect your right as an individual.”

Wanda steps up to Vision and, without warning, envelopes him in a hug. She has hugged him before, but it has always been for comfort or sympathy, nothing more. But this? The sensation of her body against his, her arms looped around his neck – it’s like nothing he’s ever experienced before.

“You’re not answering the question,” she whispers, her warm breath caressing his cheek. “Tell me your truth, and I’ll tell you mine.”

Vision pulls back, looking at Wanda’s perfectly made-up face her professionally-styled hair, and sees beneath the artifice the woman he calls his friend because he does not know what else he is allowed to call her.

“No, it is not the only reason I interfered.” He feels exposed, like the tiny creatures that he has observed lying exposed to the sun along the sands on the beach.

“My turn, then,” she says, drawing up close to him. “There is only one person I am interested in and he is not out there, trying to add another notch to his belt. He is here, with me.” Vision shakes his head, a question poised on his tongue. “Before you ask, he’s you. I’m only interested in you.”

“Wanda,” he permits himself to caress her face, cradling her incredible softness in his palm. “You can have anyone you like. Someone like you. Flesh and blood, with real feelings, real humanity—“

“Don’t do that,” she says and her eyes flash as they do when her temper rises. “We are not arguing your humanity again.”

“But it bears repeating because there is so much you cannot have because of the way I am made—“

“And yet it’s everything I want.” Wanda steps closer, which he cannot imagine how much closer she can possibly get, but he is willing to let her try. “You’re my friend, you listen to me, you know what I’m thinking, what I’m feeling with just a look,” she is caressing his cheek in turn and Vision imagines he could sustain an entire existence from that sensation alone. “You make me laugh and you make all the hurt go away.”

“Wanda—“

“Accept this. I know you feel something for me, too.”

“I do,” he whispers. “I feel so much for you.”

“Then just try. Please? All I’m asking is that you try.”

“Ok, I'll try.” Vision nods, threading his fingers through her long, lustrous hair. “Is this the part where I get to kiss you?”

Wanda bursts into a long peal of laughter, the sound more harmonious and lovely than the music from the party. “Yes, Vision, this is the part where we get to kiss.”

“Oh, good.” He lowers his head, his lips brushing hers. He has watched enough sitcoms to understand the basic mechanics but there was nothing implied that compares to this. Her soft, warm lips molding themselves to his, the tip of her tongue tracing the seam of his mouth, sending shivers of electricity throughout his body. She’s leading him, teaching him what she likes and he is desperate to learn, returning each caress, each swipe, each moan measure for measure until her mouth gives way and he can taste her beneath the champagne and lipstick.

When they come apart, Wanda is breathless, her lipstick smudged, her eyes as bright as the fairy lights that decorate the garden. “Wow. Just wow.”

He blinks quickly, pulling her to him again. “I could not agree more.”

#prompt request #anon request #scarletvision #drabble #oneshot #wanda maximoff #vision #mcu #marvel fanfiction

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sweetestlamb · 4 years ago

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Lighting Up Your World

Episode 17

Summary: Gang-tae and Mun-yeong continue their road trip, finding themselves and helping others along the way.

Author's note: Here is part 1 of the weekend fic updates! I tried my best to make these interesting and multilayered channeling my inner Jo Yong. The focus is on MY/GT and their healing but I also wanted them to heal others too on this journey so we do meet an OC. If I had time this could be something that continues each weekend, but work and life starts again very soon so I won’t make any promises but I had a really fun time writing this and trying to plot out the story so it felt familiar to IOTNBO with conflicts and resolutions, only they all happen within the chapter lol. Without further ado, here’s episode 17 ;) *Play “Lighting up Your World*

The mood shifts drastically after Sang-tae's departure, they're both sulky and a bit flabbergasted by his sudden decision to leave, this was their first trip as a newly fledged family, it felt monumental, like a rite of passage of sorts; but by the morning they've accepted his choice and set sights on their next location. Gang-tae lays in disbelief thinking about how much his brother has changed, how much their relationship itself, has shifted.

Thanks in part to her, his eyes land on her sleeping form, gorgeous in the low lighting of the camping van.

She had crashed into their lives like a bulldozer, hell bent on having him, but only as an object- something to capture and conquer. Somewhere along the way, despite their unconventional start; love had blossomed. It wasn't an easy start and it took time to nurture but he couldn't imagine his life without her now, their little family.

I love you Moon Gang-tae.

She loved him. Meant it with every fiber of her being, it was detectable in her eyes, swirled in the pools of her captivating eyes. If that wasn't enough her actions proclaimed her love, never turning her back on him despite his sometimes despicable behavior and words that cut her. Running back to defend him from the one person she despised the most, uncaring of her own fate. He hadn't known he could experience love like this, all-consuming devotion. Not until she entered his life.

A smile blooms on his face, it all started with a stab. He knew others wouldn't understand- Jae-su's disbelieving face flashed in his memory- but it made perfect sense for them, she who was so jagged and broken when he met her and him so complacent and selfless, saving others even at his own detriment.

I met your mother after she stabbed me in the hand. Then months later she stabbed me in my other hand.

His chuckles fill the tight space of the van, until he hears a hoarse voice, "What are laughing at?"

With a small jump he turns to face her, adorable baffled look on her face, and he sits up to better see her.

"I was thinking about us."

She looks at him deeply, searching his eyes before continuing, "And that made you laugh? Were you thinking of good things?"

"Well... I was thinking about how we met and how we would tell that story to our future son who looks like me." He responds sheepishly, heart singing at the soft look that forms on her face, that happens often now, her blushing every time he mentions their future. He makes sure to do it often, for both of them. After wrongly viewing their relationship as ill-fated, it seems more important than ever to say the words out loud, breathe them into the world and give them life. Mun-yeong and Gang-tae are destined.

He can’t help but imagine her round with his, no their child, swollen belly protruding from her slim frame, as she demands his attention and curses him for her condition. It would be as beautiful as it was terrifying.

All in due time.

After a few seconds of sustained eye contact she finally snaps out of her daze, craftily switching the subject to escape her own unease, “How are you really feeling about Oppa leaving? Do you want to end the trip and follow him?”

For a moment, he wonders who is the person and what have they done to his Mun-yeong? The woman he first met lacked empathy for others, disregarded their feelings and trampled all over their boundaries; she was a new person, reborn. No, unpeeled, showing another layer to her personality. Considerate and caring with him and with Sang-tae, even putting them first at the expense of her own desires.

Swiftly removing the blanket covering his torso, he strides toward her on the elevated bed, reaching out to caress her head, she is aptly watching his every move head subconsciously leaning into his tender hold.

With his eyes firmly locked on her own he replies, “I...am happy. I am happy that he knows what he wants to do, he finally has a dream of his own. A dream just for him. And...I don’t want to go back. When I told you I loved you, that was my promise to keep moving forward, no matter what.”

Being here, with you, that is my dream. That he leaves unsaid.

He basks in the warmth of her smile, beaming on him, shiny solely for him. His own personal sun.

“You’re so cheesy now.” She teases him playfully rolling her eyes, and he chuckles before shrugging, he’s never had a chance to be cheesy, probably has all that cheesiness packed up inside ready to come out, she is going to get it all.

Curling his hands around her small face, he draws her closer before pressing a kiss to her forehead, watching her eyelids flutter close as she sighs gently. His lips are soft on her smooth skin, nothing more than a peck, a silent thank you for being here with him. For staying.

Then he finally announces, “I know our next destination. While you were sleeping I found another spot for us.” Before she can question him he states, “It’s a surprise.”

Her groan of annoyance is music to his ears, as he rushes to the front of the van, ready for their adventure.

The sunlight brilliantly twinkles on the rippling waves of the water as he pulls up to their destination, a lake sequestered away and roughly hidden by trees and foliage, there is a quaint wooden dock leading to the watery oasis but not much less. He hums in contentment gazing at it, it is almost too peaceful to be true but they of all people deserve some peace after the hell they have been through.

Mun-yeong stumbles out of the tiny bathroom of the van, peering out the window at the view, she stares at him bewildered, “A lake?” Why did you take us to a lake?”

He shakes his head at her question, “To swim. Why else do people go to a lake?” He can hear his brother’s voice replaying in his mind, Why ask such an obvious question?

With a glare she humphs crossing her arms in a symbol that he can read all too well- I’m not doing it- before stomping away, “I’m not swimming.” He watches her back as she defiantly strides back into the small compartment.

He makes them a quick late breakfast of rice and grilled meat, scooping out a hefty amount for his grumpy girlfriend who has yet to leave the camping van. He had nagged and pleaded at the door, eager to get outside and see the lake, it was tempting especially on such a scorching day. But she had ignored all his calls, even childishly responded “I can’t hear you.” Before he had stomped away in the opposite direction, fondly irritated at her behavior.

The van door creaks open as she finally decides to exit, he pointedly does not look up, not wanting to seem too eager at her arrival after she spitefully ignored him. He pushes the food in her general direction, not making eye contact. So she sits down on the unoccupied chair to his left, he is unprepared for the breadth of naked skin he sees when she does.

With his fixed gaze on the food in his lap, the edges of his peripheral vision catch her bare legs, heeled sandals encase her foot but there is no material in sight on her legs. Just bare smooth, inviting skin.

He gulps, reaching for his water.

Drawing in a deep breath to reinforce himself, he slowly begins to raise his head, eyes traveling from her ankles to her smooth thighs, similarly naked before he stops on her torso. She is wrapped in a bathing suit, tight fitting and devastatingly distracting. The devilish suit is black and partially mesh, with her skin peeking through the stomach but solid across her breast and lower region.

His tongue feels like sandpaper in his mouth, despite his desperate swallows of water to re-hydrate his heated body. Grabbing his food, he stuffs his face with rice and meat hoping that will prevent him from begging her to let him take her back into the van and peel that suit off her and....

“I am still not swimming, but I figure I can get a nice tan at least.” She offers as away of explanation, he nods robotically, eyes still trained on the ground. Before a white bottle is forced into his vision, he jumps back in his seat, eyes finally landed on her body completely.

Unbelievable.

The glimpse he saw does nothing to prepare him for the entire picture, she looks amazing in the suit as if it was made specifically for her body, knowing her taste and monetary capabilities; the idea isn’t too far-fetched and he curses whoever gave this weapon to her. Atop the bridge of her nose sits her glossy black sunglasses, the same ones she wore when he saw her outside, a beautiful black storm cloud under falling cherry blossoms. Her hair is pulled back into a high messy bun, two braids on her side that disappear into the bun, wisps of hair that escaped the bun frame her face beautifully. In short, she looks like the cover of a high-end fashion magazine and he is at a lost for words.

His musings are prematurely interrupted by her waving something in his face, a thin container, “--Are you listening to me? Take off your shirt.”

He shakes his head, almost dropping his bowl in shock.

Only seconds away from taking another gulp of water before her request. He doesn’t miss the smirk that curls on her lips, he knew she did that on purpose.

“What? What are you talking about?” He shakily asks, pulling his thin white t-shirt protectively around himself.

She tilts her glasses down ensuring that he can see her eyes before dramatically rolling them, “You act like it’s something I haven’t seen before.”

“We’re outside though!”

“So what?” She fires back, looking at him, exasperation farrowing her eyebrows.

He breathes hard, their eyes locked in a heated battle, before he sighs accepting his fate, admitting to himself that he is not as opposed to the idea has he’s acting. Guilt settles in his stomach as he remembers the excitement that coursed though him as he realized that without his hyung, he would be alone with Mun-yeong. All by themselves, at given times no one around for miles. No one to hear their screams. The idea of being alone and unencumbered with her was thrilling.

In one fluid motion, he stands up and grabs the end of his shirt, carefully lifting it up and over his head. Standing in nothing but his slippers and dark blue swim trunks, the only pair he packed, unlike her who probably had endless suits of different styles and colors. In that way they were vastly different, he was practical and minimal whereas she was extravagant and larger than life.

Her eyes burned on his skin as she stood up as well, carelessly tossing her food on the table, before curling her finger at him in a seductively beckoning call, “Come closer.” Her voice was smoked honey, as if in a trance he found himself obeying, stepping forward a half step, “Closer” and closer he went until he stood directly in front of her.

She audaciously looked him up and down, tongue peeking out to swipe across the span of her pink mouth.

Then with anticipation thick in his throat he watched her hands grow closer to his body, creeping closer and closer to his skin and then they were finally on him.

He jolted at the cold. Jumping away from her hands.

“What’s wrong with you? I told you I was going to put sunscreen on you.” Her eyes narrow and he feels a blush cover his cheeks, at his red face she lets out a long drawn ahhhhhhhhhh before speaking, “Why did you think I wanted you to take your shirt off? Were you expecting me to do something else?” She lifts one perfectly threaded eyebrow at the suggestive inquiry while simultaneously moving back into his orbit to rub the sticky white cream into his stomach.

He lets himself enjoy her touch, deliberate ministrations into his skin, her face close enough for him to kiss and only a thread of control keeps him contained. Her hand strokes across his abs, fingers purposefully creeping into the crevices of his body before she trails her manicured finger down to his trunks, so close to where he wants her hand, panting now with anticipation, half hard just from her hand on his skin.

Then she stops.

Pats him on the shoulder with a clipped, “All done.” Impish look clouding her face, he glares at her departing back, the pep in her step; she knows exactly what she just did to him. The wink over her shoulder reinforcing his speculation.

Damn, she-devil.

When she begins to rubs the same sticky cream into her legs, slowly and wantonly, peering at him whilst she does it, his only solution is to run and dive straight into the water, welcoming the cool blanket that soothes the raging heat in his loins.

He swims alone for a few minutes, propelling himself back and forth in the shallow water, before he eventually feels the twinges of boredom creeping in, this was meant to be their adventure, he didn’t want to swim alone, imagining wet kisses and wandering hands under the guise of the water. All new experiences that he only wanted to share with her.

With those thoughts in mind, he silently vacates the water, footsteps light as he tiptoes to Mun-yeong, glowy and alluring from her spot on the lounge chair she pulled seemingly out of thin air. Sunglasses still shielding her eyes he waves his arm to see if they attract her attention, she lays motionless still, breathing steady and unhurried.

Perfect.

Now, knowing that she will not notice his approach, he creeps forward putting on his best imitation of a spy, avoiding twigs and leaves, anything that will alert to his presence. After a measured and timed approach, he looms over her, taking a moment to bask in her tranquil beauty. She is a goddess in that bathing suit and he wants to remember her face in this moment, in a few seconds she will be ravenous in his arms, clawing and thrashing. It is the perfect juxtaposition of her personality. A beautiful disaster.

Before he can second guess himself- maybe she was right and he did have a death wish- he grabs her, lifting her out of the lounge chair and wrapping her securely in his arms.

“YAH!” Her reaction is expeditious, nails scrapping across his arms as she tries to break free from his strong hold, he winces at the sharp burst of pain shaking her slightly to dislodge her, but her efforts do not hinder his mission. He laughs at her screams and threats, “Put me down! Gang-tae, I will kill you!” Gaining speed as he reaches the end of the dock, with a bounding leap he flies through the air, weightless, until they crash through the surface of the water. Water splashes onto the dock from their impact and his nose burns with the sudden influx of water, before he scrambles to the top, taking her now suspiciously limp body with him.

The sight that greets him when they burst to the surface, makes his body go numb with regret.

Her face is ashen, almost grey in hue, wet hair plastered to her skull. But what stands out most are her eyes, usually brimming with love and light for him, now sunken and packed with an emotion he never wanted to put there; fear.

He can feel how rapidly she is breathing, her body shaking like a leave under his hold as he keeps her afloat, the air wheezes out through her colorless lips as she begins to convulse in his arms, he is paralyzed under her visible distress.

She begins to keen, “Please, please, get me out. I need to get out!” The sorrowful plead that shatters into a scream breaks his heart into a million pieces, and with only a small hiccup he responds to her cries. Kicking his legs powerfully, swimming as quickly as he ever has in his life, arms protectively wrapped around her shuttering form until the reaches the bank.

It takes a moment to for her to recognize that they are now on land but once she does she leaps from his arms, whipping around and racing to the camping van without another word.

He is left shell-shocked.

Standing alone, wracking his brain to figure out what caused such a visceral reaction and not coming up with an adequate answer. Then he realizes that is not important, all that mattered now was reaching her and comforting her, those eyes would haunt him forever otherwise.

Dashing to her rapidly retreating form, he catches her arm, twirling her around to face him.

The fragments of his heart, shatter into even smaller pieces.

Twin trails of tear stream down her face, dripping off her chin before disappearing into the ground.

“Mun-yeong...” He vocalizes her voice like an apology.

She breaks the connection between their arms, turning once more to walk away and he can’t stand to see her walk away from him, not again, never again.

Softly capturing her hand again, he begs, “Please, tell me what I did wrong?”

Struggling to speak through her choked throat she replies, “I can’t right now. I just need to be alone for a bit, I’m not running away.”

Those words again.

He wants to hold on tighter, recalling how she had run away after uttering those words before, viciously slamming all her doors shut and pushing him out. She reads his face like a children’s book.

“I promise, I’m not running away, this time. So let me go, for now.”

Trusting her words, he releases her hand. Heart sinking as she climbs the stairs and disappears into the camping van. If the sun continues to shine, he is unaware, the dark clouds of shame and regret hanging over his forlorn head.

“When I was young, I had dreams of my mom drowning in a lake.”

His head buzzes at the confession, so intensely focused on the food sizzling on the grill he had missed her reappearance. Lowering the tongs to give her his full undivided attention as she bares another layer of Ko Mun-yeong.

“My dad... I thought he drowned my mother in a lake. And every night I would have dreams about her screaming for my help. Sometimes when I have those sleep terrors, I can see her above me, her body is dripping wet. I....” She takes a pause, sitting down in a chair further away from him and he almost cries at that small amount of distance she is placing between them.

But she is also wearing his flannel shirt, dwarfing her small stature, her fingers clutching it as if needing protection.

Following a deep breath she presses on, “I haven’t been in water since. I’m....scared. I’m sorry that I’m already ruining this trip--”

He doesn’t allow those words to settle in the air for a second before he’s out of his seat and crouching before her, he begs for permission with his eyes, and watches as she ruminates before nodding, with a sigh of relief he gathers her cold hands in his own, warming them instantly.

“You didn’t ruin anything. I didn’t know, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I made you cry. I never want to make you cry, I told you I would protect you and I let you down. I am so sorry, please forgive me.” Tears pool in his eyes, as he presses his lips to her hands a kiss following each word of apology, anguish flooding his system.

Silence fills the space between them as he continues to kiss sweet sorries into her skin before she wrangles her hands away, placing them softly on his downward chin, lifting his head until their eyes meet.

Her dark orbs are now swirled with pain, love and something inexplicable.

“I should be asking you to forgive me, I don’t want her on this trip. This is just for us, she can’t ruin this.” Her voice trembles despite the force that she exclaims her wish.

He smiles grimly, “We can’t run from her. You once told me that trauma should be faced head on. You were right, we can’t be expected to be perfect yet. We’re only human, you didn’t do anything wrong. Thank you for coming back and letting me in.”

I love you. He thinks it hard enough for her to hear it.

A sad smile slides across her face, “You’re so adamant these days, I can’t shake you. If I tried to run, you would probably chase me down.”

He doesn’t verbally reply to her assumption, letting the resolve in his eyes speak volume instead, she has always been able to read him like a book, this time will be no different.

She appears so delicate and fragile, he doesn’t even attempt to stop himself from crouching up and pressing a kiss to her lips. She moans at the barely-there touch, hands tightening on his face as she drags him closer, deepening the kiss with a languorous swipe of her tongue. He crawls into her space, tilting his face to transform the kiss from deep to dirty, mouths opening to prod and swallow each other. Her teeth graze across his bottom lip before, pulling it and releasing it with a filthy, pop. His dick jumps at the stinging sensation.

Reluctantly he pulls away from the delicious kiss, worry for her overriding his sex drive, she hadn’t eaten since this afternoon, locked herself away since the lake incident and skipping lunch. It was more important that she get sustenance right now.

She groans at his sudden withdrawal, blindly chasing after his mouth. He laughs at the adorable image.

He presses a piece of grilled beef to her mouth instead, chuckling as she opens her eyes in doe-like surprise. He keeps that comparison to himself, she wouldn’t take kindly to him comparing her to self-proclaimed arch nemesis right now.

“Eat this. My mouth doesn’t have any nutritional value.”

Her face twists as if she is about to argue, but the booming growl of her stomach pierces the air and she blushes before opening her mouth and consuming the succulent piece of meat.

Dinner passes by in a flurry of meat and rice, as they take turns feeding each other and she teases him to retrieve meat from her mouth. They talk about the future and all the places they want to go, he hasn’t smiled this much in his entire life. As he packs up their dishes and chopsticks, he sees her stretching, pulling her body taut from the motion. He wonders if she’s wearing anything under his flannel shirt, her bare thighs taunting him for a second time today.

“I’m sleepy.”

Like a Pavlovian whistle, his body reacts to the innocuous declaration. Images of their previous night together flood his minds, slamming her into the bedroom wall as he sucked wet kisses into her neck, her legs wrapped around his waist as she sensuously grinded into his erection, her head thrown back in rapture as they imitated sex through their clothes, both hungry as they ripped through the clothes, his eyes rolling back as he slammed into her tight pussy, her nails scratching welts on his back. The sweat on their bodies mingling and drenching her luxurious sheets.

The soft click of the van door closing slaps him from the memory and it takes a moment to realize that he is now alone.

He presses down on his erection, hard, embarrassed at how aroused just a memory of her can make him.

Inhaling the crisp night air, he marches into the battlefield.

The camping can is dark upon his entrance, the only illumination provided by the stray moonlight that filters in through the tiny windows, after his quick and efficient appraisal of the confined area, he realizes that she is nowhere to be found. Strange.

Scratching his head he wonders to his bed mat, pausing for a moment before making the decision to remove his shirt, confidence dominating the usual stream of shyness that floods his bloodstream. He lays down on his bed roll, comically similar to Mun-yeong as she had beckoned him to join her on the bed. He had been a fool then, to refuse such a desirable offer, but he wouldn’t be making the same mistakes ever again.

The soft patter of her footsteps approaching causes his heart to skip a precious beat. Then it stops completely when she enters his line of vision.

Temptation.

That is the word that blares like a siren in his head as he takes her in, her hair is down in soft waves around her face, face washed clean and flawless in the light, and finally he looks at the short silk slip that contours to her every bump and curve. Spaghetti thin straps exposing edible shoulders, as the silk ends dangerously high on her thigh, lace dancing around the ends.

Jaw permanently on the ground, he watches in dismay as she barely glances at him, wondering eyes fleeting across his abs almost too fast to catch, as she climbs the stairs to her bed, her ascent making the slip creep obscenely up her thigh almost giving him a wonderful glimpse at her ass.

Pushing past the frog in his throat he croaks out, “Where are you going? I thought we would sleep down here together.”

She absently arranges her sheets, moving them out of the way, putting her body on clear display for his starving eyes. With eyes that glow in the dark she calmly replies, “Why did you think that? It was your idea to sleep separated in the first place remember?”

Yes, he remembered. When Sang-tae was still on this trip with them, she had offered for Sang-tae to take the bunk bed and they sleep side by side. But he had declined anxiously, knowing that he would not be able to keep his hands to himself if they were sleeping in such close proximity, terrified at losing control so close to his brother.

She seemed to take a malicious glee from throwing his words back in his face.

“But that was before.” He whined, “I thought you were sleepy.”

He tried to subtly infuse meaning into the word hoping to remind of their last rendezvous.

She didn’t bite.

“I am sleepy, that’s why I’m going to sleep. Good night Gang-tae.” With a quick wave, she rolled over, facing away from him as he glared daggers into her back.

Fuck.

He couldn’t see the smirk that overtook her face at his obvious frustration.

Time ticked by, or it would have if they had a clock in the van. Instead he marked time with the sounds of crickets chirping in the forest.

Chirp.

Finally he sat up, tossing the blankets from his body as he gazed at Mun-yeong’s still form, the moonlight provided enough radiance to see her perfectly in the dark. He couldn’t resist the pale glow her skin, clearing his throat he called out quietly, “Mun-yeong? Mun-yeong-ssi? Are you awake? Mun-yeong?”

His calls went unanswered.

He sighed.

Then he picked up a shoe throwing it at the wall of the camping van, the sound deafening in the silence. She jolted up, with quicker reflexes than you would expect from someone who was deeply sleeping. “What was that?” She turned to him, shock on her face.

Twisting the truth slightly he replied, “Um.. I don’t know. Sounds like something ran into the van. Probably an animal. But now that you’re awake I was wondering if you’re cold?”

There was a pregnant pause and he vaguely heard her whisper under her breath, “Ran into the van, my ass” before she spoke loud enough with the intention of him hearing, “No, I’m not cold. If you’re cold you should use Sang-tae’s blanket he left it for you.”

He rolled his eyes at her helpful suggestions, that was the last thing he wanted. So he pressed on, “I’m using that blanket too, but I’m still cold.” He gathered the blankets as he approached her bed, resembling a child fleeing to their parents room after a bad dream.

“What do you want me to do about that?” She asked, still turned away from him and that made it effortless to ascend the stairs and slide into the bed with her. His body’s weight sinking into the bed, announced his presence and she looked at him in surprise.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m cold.”

“I told you to deal with that on your own.”

“No, I want you to help me deal with it.” He pulled her into his arms, crushing her face into his naked chest. Minutely moaning at the smooth feel of her nightgown on his skin.

With a huff of dramatic annoyance, she pushed him away, turning her back to him again before saying, “Fine you can stay. Please go to sleep, just go to sleep.”

Their night at the guest house surfaces in his mind, her pleas for him as he coldly rejected her once again and begged her to sleep, suppressing his desire to take her right there and then. Karma was indeed, a dish that was best served cold.

He now knows exactly what she’s doing and why. She is serving him a taste of his own medicine, showing him how he made her feel in those moments when he wasn’t quite ready to let her in, but wasn’t man enough to voice that to her either, so he lashed out and hurt her unnecessarily.

Gathering his courage, he swallows his pride, “I’m sorry.”

Silence is his only reply.

Then with a small move, she presses back into his chest, their bodies melding from shoulder to toe.

He wraps his arms around her, humming at finally having her back in his arms. He holds his breath, waiting for the seduction to continue but she simply lays in his arms, contently playing with his fingers while he’s so hard he could hammer nails with his cock.

With a casual grip he begins to play with her fingers too, moving their hands up until they are treacherously close to her breasts, ensuring that every swipe of his thumb on her hand also collides with her nipples. Her breath hitches when he catches her erect nipple, but she doesn’t stop him.

Then he begins to undulate his hips, thrusting his boxer-clad cock into the silk of her slip, groaning at the intoxicating sensation before his control snaps like a rubber band and he surges forward, pulling her close and grinding into her with dark intentions.

She hisses at his cock’s hard crash into her ass, “Aiish you sly fox, is this why you came here?”

In lieu of responding to her obvious inquiry, he pushes his hand down the front of her gown, squeezing her breasts in his hand, harshly pinching the tight nipples until she moaned and squirmed in his hands. He pumped his thick length into her back, haphazardly catching her ass and the crease of her thighs with each rough thrust. With a punishing squeeze to her chest, he retracts his hands only to push his boxers down his hips, cock bouncing out in excitement, ready to play.

His eyes roll back at the feel of her silken gown on his hot engorged skin, precum wetting the material obscenely, as the game ends and she is as enraptured as he is, humping back into him, vigorously. Ripping her panties off from under her nightgown, he tries to plunge a finger into her moist center, but his elbow knocks into the bed railing and he groans at the hindrance. She is a panting mess in his arms now, pressing back into his heavy thrusts, his cock catching on her wet folds, as they both moan in pleasure.

“Can I try something?” Nerves prickly under his skin.

The question leaves his mouth before he can talk himself out of it. She stills at the sudden question but shakily replies, “Yes, just do it. Stop talking.”

He laughs at her impatience, jubilant that she wants him with as much vigor as he wants her. Grabbing her around her waist, he hoists her up into a seated position before sitting up too, using that leverage to turn her upside down, before dragging her onto his body and he lays back down onto the bed.

A perfect 69.

She gasps at the sudden change in position, before looking back at him from over her shoulder, “I knew you were watching porn in the bathroom. Next time, come to my room we can do some hands on learning.”

He swats her ass in retribution, “Now you’re the one talking too much.”

She smirks pressing her lips together and he can’t help but joke, “Well you don’t need to close it completely, just put it to better use.”

Eyes darkening from the proposition, she leans forward and swallows the head of his cock, wet mouth wrapping him in a squishy heaven. His hips subconsciously jerk forward, forcing more of his length in her mouth and she moans around the intrusion.

Then he looks up at the feast before his eyes, her wet and open above him, primed to be devoured by his hungry mouth. He wastes no time in licking her folds, wiggling his tongue into the moist cavern and groaning as she moans at the sensation, vibrations tingling around his cock. They both set off to wreck each other, her tongue relentless as she slurps and licks every inch him, distracting him from wrecking her. At a particularly hard suck at his balls, he shoves two fingers into her, corkscrewing immediately and giving her little room for adjustment.

He grabs her ass cheeks to pry her open further to his onslaught, twisting his fingers into her at the same time licking across her clit, pulling it into his mouth and humming at her addictive flavor.

She pulls off his cock to shout, “Fuck.” Among other expletives and it’s good that he’s not a religious man because pure blasphemy falls from her sinful mouth. He misses the feel of her mouth around him, so he thrusts up wildly catching her mouth as he fucks into her, in perfect synchronization as he fucks into her with his fingers.

She is a drooling mess above him, spit drowning his cock in a filthy river, he focuses on making her lose her mind as he feels his end growing near, tongue and fingers both hammering at her pussy, plunging, filling, worshiping.

Her body twitches violently, drawn tight like a bow, before snapping its release and her juice rain down on his waiting face, bathed in her glory.

His tongue never stops its lap at her until she keens in pain, “No more, it’s too much.” Reluctantly he pulls away, pretty swollen lips closing at his retreat, he kisses them one final time.

Without warning, she leans forward and slides down his cock, pushing past her gag until he feels himself slide down her throat and two quick fucks into that constricting paradise is all it takes to shoot hot cum down her throat, his eyes roll in the back of his head. She swallows and swallows, until finally drawing off as the abundant cum dribbles on his naked thighs, some even pooling on the sheets.

Collapsing to her side of the bed, it takes some effort to meet her eyes in their opposite positions, her head at his feet. But when he does, he sees all the love and fire he knows shines luminous in his own, he worries if this passion might just be too powerful for even them, might it burn them up leaving nothing but their ashes?

What a way to go.

He gathers her pliant body in his arms, moving her until she's sheltered in his arms, she will never have to sleep alone again, she has Gang-tae and Mang-tae. The doll now clutched tightly in her hand.

They drive for days before they come across a small town, pulling into a gas station to refill the van tank. They hadn’t yet emptied it since their first fill and he was working hard so they wouldn’t, loathing the idea of getting stranded on the side of the road with Mun-yeong. She would chew his head off.

“Be careful.” He calls out to her as she wonders into the diner adjacent to the gas station, they’d she’d grown tired of rice and grilled meat and had decided to get some food at the nearest diner. He’d told her to go ahead and get them a table, while he refilled the camping van.

He thinks about how far they’ve come on this journey, literally and emotionally. He has shared stories with her that he has never shared with another soul, not even Jae-su. Has experienced things he never thought he would be allowed to, this trip itself was a life long dream that he'd foolishly given up on but she showed him that it was okay to dream.

He didn't have to suppress his every whim or desire, was teaching him everyday that he was worthy of wanting and receiving.

With all those thoughts permeating his mind, he is completely caught off guard when he enters the diner and sees her menacingly looming over three young boys, a butter knife in her hand. "If you keep bothering her, your parents won't have children." Those are the words, he hears her utter, to children.

All who, trip over themselves fleeing from her screams of “A witch, a witch!” as they scamper back to their tables and said parents glare at the women dressed in black from head to toe, provoking their innocent children.

She smiles at them, waving with the knife still prominently in her hand. He promptly snatches it from her grip, reprimand on the tip of his tongue before a small mouse-like voice cuts him off.

"Thank you lady. Are you a princess?" Appearing from behind the shadow of Mun-yeong's body, a thin child creeps out, twiddling her fingers as she gazes up at Mun-yeong like the stars are hung in her eyes. He's never seen a child look at her like that.

"No. I'm not a princess. They weren't wrong, I'm a witch." She answers deadpan, twirling her fingers to add to the glamour.

She looks very much the part in a bellowing black dress with a full skirt and puffy sleeves, her hair pulled back in a severe ponytail with a black rose pin in the front. She towers above the young girl in shiny black leather pumps, that almost gleam under the fluorescent lights. Armor back on since the lake.

He readies himself for the cries that her statement will evoke.

Flabbergasted when instead he hears, "Cool. You're the prettiest witch I ever saw."

Mun-Yeong preens at the compliment before turning to walk away, but the girl catches the material of her dress, rudely tugging it to get her attention.

The sharp eye at the hand on her dress is enough to make the girl immediately release it but Mun-Yeong peers down in question, "When I grow up will I be pretty like you?"

Without even a second to consider Mun-Yeong replies, "No. No one is pretty like me."

He watches the joy melt from the child's eye and opens his mouth to lessen the blow, take the sting off her too blunt words. But she beats him to it, "You shouldn't aspire for looks, you can't control that. Pick something you can control, like being strong so you can beat up your bullies." Her little shoulders perk back up and she beams at Mun-Yeong, his girlfriend's lip curl up at the side.

Before she walks into the diner, finding an empty table, he watches in shock as the young girl wordlessly trails after Mun-Yeong. The sight so familiar it knocks him in the heart. Just like flies to a fire, people like them were drawn to Mun-Yeong's light, the sparks that singed around her as she boldly did what you only dreamed of.

He joins them both at the table, and finally takes a good look at the little girl. She has a cute round face, rosy cheeks, her hair is pulled back in a disheveled ponytail, what stands out are her clothes, they are too put it kindly filthy. Tattered mess that hand off her thin frame and immediately the need to protect her overwhelms him.

"So what's your name brat?" Mun-yeong's deep voice breaks the silence.

"Min-jo."

He sends a warm smile in her direction, noting that her eyes haven't once left Mun-Yeong. Still he adds to the conversation, "Hi Min-jo, I'm Moon Gang-tae and this is my girlfriend Ko Mun-yeong. She writes children's books, maybe you've read one of her books before."

If her eyes were filled with adulation before, now it is tenfold as she jumps in her seat, "You write books? That's so cool! Do you like it? Are they fun? What are they about?"

Taking a sip of the water, the server brought them a few minutes ago with the menus, Mun-Yeong glances from the corner of her eye, before darkly whispering, "They're about chatty little brats who get eaten when they ask too many questions."

Min-jo's eyes widen in shock, little mouth falling into a perfect O, before her bell like giggles ring through the air, "You're so funny Ms. Witch!"

Mun-Yeong smiles back, a full face crinkling smile, at a child. Someone else's child. He is stunned into silence as he watches them converse, the kid ignoring Mun-Yeong's hint and asking her a million more questions. She even answers a few. He watches the miracle, stuffing noodles into his mouth, utterly charmed and bewildered.

When they've all finished their meals- he's still shocked at the amount of food such a small body was able to consume- he opens his wallet and places down the amount plus a hefty tip. He stands up and they follow his lead, Min-jo still trailing behind Mun-Yeong, before a voice stops her in her tracks.

"Oy! Where are you going? You know better than to bother the guests, get back here!" A woman in an apron waddles out, catching her by her arms preventing her from taking another step.

The woman bears no resemblance to the child, sharp where she is round so he wonders if that's her grandmother, before he asks the question aloud. Min-jo's head bends down until her face is completely hidden, "No. I'm an orphan I don't have anyone." Her voice is barely a whisper, lost in the wind as soon as it leaves her lips.

He watches Mun-Yeong tense at the word, eyes shifting back and forth between the two. Three orphans in one diner, the world's saddest story.

He wonders if that was what drew the girl to them in the first place. Destiny. Then he remembers what he overheard. Definitely destiny, Mun-yeong showed up when she needed someone to help her.

If someone shows up when you need then, I call that destiny.

Mun-yeong sniffs at the tears that are pooling in the child’s eyes, her own eyes dark pools that reveal nothing.

"That's no excuse to feel bad for yourself, you can't control that either. Stop following me and learn how to be a leader, then one day when you're older you can make your own family. I did." Her words are matter of fact with no warmth yet he sees the hope they ignite on the child's face, her eyes large in wonder. Pride washes over him like a wave.

Mun-Yeong turns to leave, before promptly stopping and returning to the girl, bending down to meet her at eye level, "Tell those bullies that a witch gave this to you and if they tease you again it'll turn them into frogs." She unpins the black rose pin from her hair sliding it into the young girl's messy hair, her little hand comes up to touch it in wonder.

Tears swimming in her innocent eyes.

Without another word, Mun-Yeong leaves in a whirlwind of black cloth and witchy flair, and he watches Min-jo watch her, her seemingly cold words had been exactly the balm this child needed. He bids Min-jo farewell, bowing at the older woman who takes the young girl's hand, maybe not her biological grandmother but clearly she cares for her. He hopes they let each other know one day, their true feelings.

Love should be shared and acknowledged, unless what's the point of loving?

"You made her feel better."

She looks up at him from her place on the chair, passively, "I told her the truth."

He noticed a long time ago that she doesn't quite know how to respond to compliments, begs for them but once she receives them she quiets down as if taken back by their presence.

"You did really well Mun-Yeong, I'm so proud of you." Instinctively her head comes forward seeking his hand and he happily strokes his hand across her head, amazed by the woman he loves. He impulsively presses a kiss to her head as well, breathing in the floral aroma clinging to her hair.

That night as they lay together, no facades this time, she walks right over to him and slings into his arms, demanding that he stroke her head to help her fall asleep. He concedes happily. Too tired to try for anything more, he resolves to do it tomorrow. The thing that has been on his mind since he told her that he loved her.

He's going to ask her.

What's the point of having all this love and not showing her?

#its okay to not be okay fic #its okay to not be okay #psycho but it's okay #ko mun yeong #moon gang tae #kdrama #kim soo hyun #seo ye ji #episode 17 #weekend event #fluff #smut #self-discovery #part 1 #meant to be 5k each #this ended up being 7k #I can't write anything short anymore #my details need details lol

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buckyownsmylife · 4 years ago

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Touch-A Touch-A Touch me - Part II - Sebastian Stan smut

The one where you get back to Professor Stan’s apartment and he’s not behaving like you’re used to.

Warnings: smut, pwp, professor-student relationship (both legal), dominant relationship, jealousy, begging, dirty talk, ice play, insecure! Seb, secret relationship, sir kink, spanking (briefly), sex with clothes on while partner is naked

A/N: Okay, you guys! Here it is! This is the second part to my Sebastian Stan Professor AU that I promised I’d do and that the sweet @godohammers encouraged me to write! You don’t need to read that one to understand this, but if you want, here it is! I hope you guys like it!

Y/N’s P.O.V.

As I made my way into his apartment, I felt like my skin was on fire from all the desire I had boiling inside of me. It was like this every time I had to deal with Sebastian’s eyes on me for any amount of time. Knowing that he had done precisely that all throughout the evening - not to mention the little episode we shared inside the bathroom - had made me wetter than I cared to admit.

Having to spend all night apart from him was terrible. Having to take a separate cab to go back to his place was awful. But nothing was worse than bursting through his door to find him quietly sipping on a glass of scotch, piercing eyes connected to mine, but otherwise absolutely silent.

“C’mon, baby, please…” I had been begging for the last fifteen minutes, but still, nothing. He had ordered me to strip and relieved me of the agony the fabric of the dress was prompting as it brushed against my hardened nipples, but now I was being faced with a different type of torture. Being spread out for him over his mattress while he quietly watched as my wetness gathered over my pussy, until it was slowly dripping from me onto the bed.

He hadn’t even touched me. And he hadn’t allowed me to touch myself either. I was a mess and all from the effect he caused on me, simply by his staring.

My desperate whine must have prompted him to approach, or maybe it was because he had finally finished his drink. All I knew is that suddenly he had pulled me by the back of my head so our lips could connect in a kiss that was all fire and tongue and I was already on the edge just from this little bit of contact.

God, I needed him.

“You’re so wet, baby,” he pointed out after he let me go, pushing me back into the bed. He carefully made his way around the mattress, still not climbing into it, just staring with a piercing attention at my body. “Who made you this wet?” He asked, collecting some of my wetness with two of his long fingers, before rubbing them together. The touch was so light, barely there, but it fed the fire in my lower stomach, making me gasp in excitement. “Was it Tom?”

The question made me freeze. Who the fuck was Tom?

Then, suddenly, I remembered. And it all made sense.

“You’re jealous,” I noted. “Of professor Hardy?” Sebastian didn’t say anything, opting instead to turn his back to me and walk towards his now empty glass. Except it wasn’t empty, I was suddenly made aware as he came back to me after having scooped up a single piece of ice.

He still didn’t say anything as he held it above my body, letting it drip just between my breasts. The coldness surprised me, even if I thought I was prepared for it. I gasped, my breasts bouncing as I convulsed, my nipples screaming out for attention.

That made him smile.

“So I can still get such a reaction from you, huh?” The answer was obvious, but at least now I knew where the question was coming from. Underneath that cold exterior, I could now see the insecurity in his eyes. Sometimes I forgot that it was hard for him too, having to keep this relationship a secret. But I was more than eager to help remind him that I was his, and that’s what I wanted to be for as long as he wanted me.

“You can always get this reaction from me, sir. Only you.” It was clearly the right thing to say, by the way he rewarded me with a quick kiss on the lips that honestly only left me wanting more. But then the ice was deposited just above my belly button and down, down, down it went, until it met another type of wetness, the one I was producing. After quickly rubbing it over my throbbing clit, he pushed it inside of me, right where I had been desperate for his touch. “Seb… Seb, please, please fuck me…” I begged, but my only answer was a spank to my clit with the hand that wasn’t otherwise occupied.

“I’m not in the mood to play games, doll.” Crying out, I instinctively tried to move my hips so his fingers would provide me with at least some of the friction I so desperately desired.

“I’m sorry, sir,” I scrambled to rectify it. “Please, sir… Please, fuck me.” Although he didn’t immediately answer, his eyes never strayed from mine, and his hand kept moving, giving me at least the tiniest bit of pleasure. Still, it could never compare to how it felt to have him inside of me.

Finally, after what felt like forever, he granted me a tiny nod, but his face never showed any emotion, remaining in that same distant demeanor I had found when I first entered his apartment. I had no idea what his acquiescence meant, but I was desperate to find out.

“Do you want to cum tonight?” He asked, his voice not betraying any of the emotions that would help me understand what was going on inside his head. But I knew the answer he wanted to hear.

“Yes, please, sir.” I immediately nodded, licking my lips at the prospect of having him inside of me, filling me up, stretching me out like he always did. No matter how many times he fucked me, it was always the tiniest bit uncomfortable when he first pushed in, but I had come to cherish that immediate sensation and now constantly craved for it.

“Then beg for my cock. Assure me it’s the only one you want. Remind me you’re mine and only mine.” He had unbuckled his trousers while speaking, and his cock was now tightly secured in his fist, that travelled up and down his length while he stared down at my naked body.

“I am,” my response came without any need to think about it. “God, I’m all yours, sir. Mind, body and soul. No one can make me feel the way that you do. Please, please fuck me. I feel so empty without you inside of me.” For the first time that night, his lips twitched up, betraying how my words had really affected him.

In a second, he made his way over to me, still not properly undressing, but that was the least of my concerns. At least now I had him between my legs, his weight pressing me down, his warmth seeping into my skin even through the layers of his three-piece suit.

Seb’s P.O.V.

“I love you so much,” I muttered against her neck as I fused us together. The welcoming gasp she let out every single time I thrusted into her was like music to my ears. “You are everything to me, baby girl.”

Little moans of pleasure escaped her delicious lips as she accepted my declarations and the movement of my hips as I tried to find that one spot that made her eyes roll back. When I did, she gasped again, one of her arms coming around my shoulders to hug me closer to her.

“I-I love you too, sir,” she managed to admit, although she could barely open her eyes as I continued to passionately fuck her against the mattress. I wasn’t completely satisfied with her words, however, and I let her know by biting on her earlobe.

“No sir anymore, darling. Just me. Tell me you love me, c’mon. I wanna hear you say my name.” The vulnerability in my tone made her open her eyes to stare up at me, her lips still somewhat open from the sounds she couldn’t stop releasing.

“I love you, Seb,” she said, her eyes connected with mine like our bodies were, no hesitation in her declaration. The moment became too much for me. The sight of the woman that I loved underneath me, telling me she felt the same way, the feeling of her wet, tight walls clenching around me… I came with a strangled groan, my knees failing to keep me up as she screamed my name when my spurts of cum caused her to reach her high too.

We stayed there for a long while, just silently basking in each other’s warmth, while Y/N caressed my hair and I thought long and hard about the evening we had shared. “I’m sorry,” I decided to come out with it sooner than later.

“For what?” She asked, stopping her movements, which allowed me to push myself away from her chest to look her in the eye.

“For being a jealous asshole. For being blinded by Tom’s interest in you and letting it get to me. I never really thought you’d reciprocate his feelings, I was just… scared. I don’t want to lose you.” Y/N opened up a smile at my words, but her eyes seemed somewhat saddened by them.

“You’re never going to lose me, Seb. I love you.” She pushed herself to lean on her elbows, so she could kiss my forehead briefly. “Besides, Professor Hardy is nowhere near as hot as you.”

That made me laugh out loud, and just like that, the cloud of anxiety that had been weighing me down was pushed away, ignored and forgotten by the incredible caring power of my girlfriend.

“I’m not so sure your friends would be completely in agreement with you,” I argued, but she simply shook her head, strands from her hair sticking to her sweaty skin. She had a determined look on her face that begged me to take whatever she was going to say very seriously.

“They have terrible taste in everything, including men. Please don’t use them as any sort of standard of judgment, or you will be embarrassed by it.” Her words were so honest that I knew there was a story behind it. Already laughing, I managed to ask, “You’re talking from a personal experience, darling?”

She looked at me with wide eyes, like she was suddenly brought back from some difficult memories by my question. “Yes,” she admitted, but immediately added, “Please don’t make me elaborate on that.”

With another hearty laugh, I hugged her to my chest, squeezing her as hard as I could, thankful to whatever God was in charge that we had managed to find each other. “Of course, baby girl. Let’s talk about better things, tell me you love me again.” This time, it was her laugh that filled the room and my heart, and with that loving sound in my life, I was sure I’d be able to overcome any obstacle that might appear in my way - even if it was another suitor interested in her caresses. Because I knew the only person who would ever received them would be me.

#sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan fanfiction #sebastian stan insert #sebastian stan #smut #sebastian stan insert fanfiction #my fics #professor au #sebastian stan professor #sebastian stan professor au

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ukiyo-jaem · 5 years ago

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my timer didn't go off to post this at 0:00 i am so sorry~~

warnings: smut (it's tasteful), mean parents (??) that's about it. it's got fluff in here. NOT PROOFREAD

words: 4.1k (there's a plot, trust me)

domestic!mark lee ugh a fan favorite~

I listened to Fool for You by Zayn while writing so...yeah. alrighty, let's go~~

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Fool For You

summer breezes and fresh flowers. the first big stretch when you first wake up that has you reeling back into the euphoric feeling of your warm sheets. taking a bite of your favorite dessert that reminds you of home. that scent that carries you away to your childhood of good memories and make-believe scenarios; where the worst disaster was your parents calling you in for dinner.

that's what it felt like to be in his presence.

the late night summer dates with Mark were what felt like true heaven. the nights where both of you would stay up till the early dawn holding each other so closely. the stickiness of one's skin from the morning humidity was beauty in his eyes. your natural form where no one could take you away from him.

"no matter how much i say that i love you, i will always love you more than that."

his words held so much depth when he spoke to you. he treated you like his queen and he truly was your king. he was the love of your wildest dreams. but he was way better...because he was real.

both of your families condemned this love and thought of it as useless and a waste of time. yet, it was all the time for both of you. you didn't need anyone else except mark and mark alone.

but every knife has it's point...and you've both been reaching it slowly but surely. the calls to one's family becoming longer and less loud.

"i don't want to go to dinner with your family though." your words were heartbreaking to his ears but he had made his decision. "i know. please. i know you hate them-" "i could never hate anyone, mark. it pains me but i'd never let it turn into hate" you said and his shoulders dropped. "you're so strong. just one night and i will never ask you to go near them." his eyes pleaded from where he was laying on the bed. your body positioned at the end of the comfy and warm bed.

your mind was lost in thought until you felt his hand grab yours. "pretty please?" he pouted and you groaned laying down. "that's so not cool to pout." you said turning towards him. "but i know it works." he comes closer to lay soft kisses all over your face, ending with a meaningful kiss on your lips.

"fine." you breathed after he finished his moment of passion. "and that is why you're the best." he grabbed your body and pulled you on top of him.

"we have to leave soon." you complained and he groaned. "you wanted me to go so bad and now you're gonna make us late." you said straddling his waist. "yeah yeah yeah." he held your waist and sat up.

you rolled off as he puckered his lips, leaving your boyfriend waiting. "what are you gonna wear, handsome?" you opened the closet. "nice shirt. blazer. pants." he listed off the most vaguest items. "well duh but what color?" you looked at your dresses. "black." he said and you wanted to bang your head on the closet door.

"okay tomorrow we're going shopping and i'm making you add some more color into your wardrobe." you said taking his blazer and dress shirt down. "yes dear." he dragged out.

"i'm going to go get dressed and do makeup." you waved him off and disappeared into the bathroom.

makeup was simple as you were left alone. yet, once you were starting your hair, mark thought it was an amazing idea to come in and try to dance the time away.

music had been playing for the past 20 minutes through the household speakers. it was a usual occurrence and a well loved routine. say you won't let go by james arthur had been sweeping through the house for the past couple of minutes.

his arms wrapped around your waist and his cheek rested against your shoulder.

"you look as beautiful as ever, and i swear that everyday you get better. you make me feel this way some how-" his soft voice carrying you away from the daily task.

"im gonna love you till my lungs run out, i promise till death to us part like in our vows-" his hands gripped yours, twirling you around in the small bathroom, ending up with you both pressed up chest to chest, slow dancing on the tiled floor.

"dont cry." he pouted as he saw your eyes fill with tears. He gently wiped them before they could fall. "then don't be so freaking cute." you pouted and his smile stretched across his face. "ugh you're so cute." he kissed your cheek ever so gently as to not mess up your makeup.

"and you're looking as dashing as ever." you brushed your hands over his dress shirt, the first few buttons still unbuttoned, his silver chain still laying on his exposed collar bones.

"want me to do your hair?" you asked and he didn't hesitate to sit on the toilet lid and wait patiently.

he always seemed so relaxed with your fingers running through his hair; the requests at 3 am after he awakes from an unpleasant dream never making you angry.

his hair was so soft and fun to play with. but with a little touch of magic and hair product, he would transform into his model-like man.

you finished up and let him go relax in the bedroom.

your dress hugged your body so nicely and flattered every curve you thought you never possessed. when paired with the jewelery mark had gotten you for your guys' anniversary, a goddess was being put together in human form.

"ready?" you asked walking back to the room to get your shoes. a whistle made you scoff lightly at the behavior. "ready to come home already and have you all to myself." mark sighed but you walked over to put your phone in your hand-purse along with extra lipstick and perfume.

he started to look nervous about the whole situation. "relax. i'm here for you and you alone. if you want to leave as soon as we get there? we'll just go to a different restaurant." you put a hand on his chest comfortably. "you got this." he smiled as you knew all his emotions at once.

"now let's go. i'm hungry." you kissed his cheek quickly and wiped away the mark of your lip color.

both of you walked hand in hand out of the house and to his car where he nervously drived you both to the restaurant.

"here we are." was all he said as he parked facing the restaurant. inside the window sat his parents and brother. his brother was with his own partner as they all laughed. mark knew he didn't have to worry about his brother not accepting his love. it was all his parents.

"let's go. try to look happy. they're your parents." you defended them. something he never understood about you. when facing backlash from his parents, you just let it go and never returned the hate. you were so loving while they did nothing but try to bring you down.

"but they're raging assholes to you." he turned towards you and you shrugged, wiping something on his cheek away and keeping your hand on the side of his face.

"and that's fine. but you're their baby. they just want the best for you. they'll never be happy with anyone." you tried to put it into perspective but it never helped.

he took your hand off his face and held it tightly. "tell me you want to leave. and we're gone." he said and you laughed lightly. "fine." you agreed and his smile made everything feel better.

"let's get this over with." he exited and ran to get your door like the gentleman he was.

he hooked your arm in his and lead you both towards the entrance.

"try to make memories. they're your parents. they love you." you reminded and he rolled his eyes. "yes, dear." he opened the door for you and didn't let you enter without a quick and cheeky smack to your ass. he acted innocent as he lead you to the round table.

"Oh, Markie!" his mom called drawing all attention to both of your presences. his parents hugged and pinched his cheeks as you greeted his brother and his brother's partner. "you look amazing tonight, y/n." his brother's partner smiled. "oh thank you so much. you look even better though! are those Cartier earrings?!" you rejoiced at their exquisite tastes.

"Only the best for them." Mark's brother smiled and you coo'd at the pure love.

"Here sit next to me." The 2 seats were next to Mark's father and Mark's brother's partner.

You gladly accepted the seat and Mark sat down not long after you. "We already ordered for you guys not knowing when you would show up, I apologize." Mr. Lee smiled at Mark. "Oh that's alright. What's on the menu tonight?" Mark asked, his hand finding yours underneath the white dining cloth. "Well I thought with all your work that we'd treat us all to steak." His mother smiled and you could hear a sigh come from the girl next to you.

"But I haven't seen y/n's figure in a while so I made the exception for a plain salad for you." Mrs. Lee forcibly smiled at you. Mark's hand squeezed a little harder than normal. "Oh thank you for the consideration and accomodations, Mrs. Lee," Her eyes squinted as what seemed like spite. "and might i add that you look amazing tonight." your genuine sincerity broke almost everyone's hearts at the table. "oh why thank you but i'm not one for meaningless small talk." she took a sip from her dark red wine.

"it's alright. i completely understand." you smiled and and she rolled her eyes. "of course you do." she muttered and turned towards her youngest son. "so, mark, what is new at the company?" her eyes held eagerness for conversation, something you'd wish to see atleast once.

"don't listen to the old bat." the beautiful woman said that sat next to you. "it's her baby. nothing is ever good enough for him." she rolled her eyes. "i know. i understand where her heart is." your fingers toying with the dainty necklace resting on your collarbones.

"you can have some of my meal when it comes. i didn't know what they were going to pull so i made sure to eat a burger before i came." you both giggled at the matter as someone cleared their throat. you both looked up to see Mr. Lee sending daggers towards your direction.

"i apologize." you said straightening yourself up in your seat. "what was so funny?" he asked sternly. "we were actually talking about her new line coming out in a couple weeks. something with one of the models. you know how that is." she swooped to your defense. "by the way, how is it coming?" she asked, takin a sip of the ice water infront of her.

"it's..uh..going very well actually. i have some investors coming to my fashion show to see if they'd be interested in investing. if they invest then i would be able to organize shows in other parts of the world. milan, london, paris, beijing, new york, tokyo-" "but are you going to go back to school for business or just dilly-dally until something goes wrong?" Mrs. Lee asked quickly.

"well my father and mother are both ceo's of their company so they help guide me in what i have trouble with." you smiled. mark's hand has become steel as he hasn't let go yet. the waiters brought out the food one by one with a small and plain side salad being placed infront of your body.

mark stared at the bare plate in front of you and wanted to hurl at that being the only food you were going to eat tonight.

"i'm fine." you leaned over to whisper in his ear. "eat so they don't ask you questions." you nudged his elbow.

"sharing food is prohibited." Mr. Lee cut everyone off. "we're not." mark muttered defeated. you swallowed your pride and ate a leaf at a time to try and curb your actual hunger.

mark ate a couple bites but you could tell he was taking his anger out with chewing; jaw clenching was one of his tell-tale signs of anger...and this steak didn't look like tough meat.

"markie. we went to church this past week and there is this lovely graduate student new in the congregation." his mother called as she ate her own food. you could see most of the people almost choke on their food but you remained steady in eating.

inside though, your tears were building up behind a wall that you would try to make stand till tonight when you were truly alone.

"yeah?" he asked, not knowing what else to say.

"yes. and she's not seeing anyone right now. her parents agreed to an arranged marriage if you weren't opposing." the killer was that mark didn't say anything. yet, you could hear his knuckles pop as he gripped his steak knife.

the wall was slowly crumbling as you suddenly felt full of the plain watery vegetable. you put your fork down and could only stare at your lap where a napkin laid.

"say something, dude." his brother coughed weakly.

"hell no." mark bursted and everyone could see him try to reel in his words again.

"excuse me?!" Mr. Lee bellowed, causing other dining patrons to look over.

"I'm not going to marry anyone except the love of my life." mark steamed, dropping his utensils.

"you don't know who that is yet, mark. you can't screw around with marriage and get it wrong. especially waste it on a-" mark interrupted his mother, "a what, mom?" he asked and she suddenly lost her words.

silence fell over the table as your napkin had a single ring of wetness appear suddenly. "oh no, not here. not here, sweetie," the gracious lady beside you got up "come on, we're leaving." she said to her husband and lead you out of the restaurant quickly.

as soon as you were out of eye sight, you immediately broke down in ugly tears. "don't listen to them. you are absolutely gorgeous and are a match-made-in-heaven for mark." she rubbed your back sweetly.

"you are so nice to them for no reason. you will be more of a better person than they will ever be-" "we should go. it's gonna get ugly really quickly." Mark's brother nudged you both.

you looked in to see mark and his father standing neck to neck. then as quickly as it started, it ended with mark being the bigger man and leaving. yet, a tearful mr. and mrs. lee following him at a distance.

he wasted no time in taking you in his arms and holding you as you tried your best to cover your cries. "we're going to go before dad follows. i'll stop by tomorrow and check in on you guys. get out of here before dad goes crazy." Mark's brother shouted from his car window.

mark took your hand and dragged you to the car. he put you in and got out of there as quickly as he could.

he was as angry as you had ever seen him. you didn't try to touch him or do anything on the silent ride home. yet, his hand quickly grabbed yours.

"i should have never brought you to them. im so stupid." he groaned as he hit his wheel. "no you're not." you fought with him and he didn't have the heart to go against you.

"you are the best thing that's ever happened to me." he said, a glaze setting into his eyes that you had never seen before.

"and i could never imagine life without you." he swallowed hard and you stayed there in shocked silence.

"you make me better." tears started to roll down his cheeks as he pulled into the driveway.

"please don't cry." yet your empathetic heart made your eyes spill. you both looked at eachother and laughed at the messed up states.

"then you stop crying." he defended and you looked to you lap again. he got out of his side and trailed to yours quickly.

"im gonna show you how much i love you." he said and this sparkle in his eye gleamed so brightly, everyone would've thought he was crazy.

"okay." was all you could respond with, a small smile gracing your perfect face.

he grabbed your legs and carried you all the way to the door. he crossed the doorway and it felt different. it felt more hot and flustered and more passionate.

he closed the door and immediately had you against it. the kisses were hot and filled with lust. yet, you could tell he was getting flustered and trying to rush things. the feeling of two hands on his face made him take a breath of fresh air. "let's just take it slower tonight." you whispered but he heard you loud and clear.

he picked your legs up and put them around his waist, taking his blazer off and throwing it somewhere in the living room. you dress hugged you so perfectly but you wouldn't be needing it anymore tonight.

he navigated the house as if it were you; the back of his hand. your back was now pressed to a cool matress. his hands were rough yet slow as he pulled the black fabric off of your body. his shirt was eventually off and nothing was left between your torsos besides skin.

the moonlight cascading through the window reflected off his chain and it was no longer the soft and loving without a care mark you were used to.

he was going to make you feel his love for you. from the way his fingers played with your clothed core slowly to the heavy breathing between kisses made the night air intoxicating.

his lips were against your neck making imprints of red and purple that were sure to last for a week. both of you rocked against each other in such a rhythm that would have the ocean asking for lessons on harmony.

he picked you up and situated your body at the top of the bed where he wasted no time in shimmying the dress off of your hips so he was met with nothing but you in your panties.

those were long gone as he grabbed and ripped.

"spit." he held his hand out. you obeyed and he wasted no time in running his hand up and down your already wet core.

the kisses were rushed and heated yet you both remembered to slow down as he trailed slowly down your body, kissing every part he could see and praise.

"so beautiful." he whispered, licking a bold stripe up your pussy. you gasped and tried to readjust yourself yet his strong grip on your thighs kept you ground. his arms were hooked around you upper thighs as his hands held your hips and waist down to the bed.

his dark eyes still held that shimmer in them that made you even weaker in the knees.

he wasted none of his time with teasing and gave you exactly what you wanted. "please don't stop." your hands getting lost in his hair.

his hips grinded into the mattress steadily. "im so close already." you whined as he continued his relentless pleasure. "let go for me, baby." he pleaded and if drove you so close to the edge. it made him even more excited as you were blissed out.

it was the perfect time to take advantage of your love, yet, he was going to take care and love you till both of you couldn't.

he took off the confines of his pants and met you at the top of the bed, where you were still completely gone in the euphoric wonderland he pleasured himself to sending you into.

he was slow at first but quickly got lost in this intimate feeling of being so close to you and feeling you in a way no one could relate to.

"faster." you whined but he slowed down. "no, babygirl. we're going to do this right." he cleared the hair from your face and quickly pressed your lips together in a heated kiss.

your leg now over his shoulder as he slowly pounded into you. the knot in his and your stomach felt so much more different and pleasure filled.

your fucked out moans were like angels singing in his ears as your jewelery shined in the moonlight. both of you got sloppier as you were so close to climaxing.

"please cum in me." you begged, grabbing his hand and interlacing your fingers.

he dropped your leg and got closer, sharing a kiss that left both of you breathless. then the explosion. it was as if a bomb of stars had gone off behind your eyelids as you could only feel your back arch with the unexplained feeling of being... full.

both of you laid breathless and sweaty as you tried to regain your composure and drift down to reality.

mark laid on your chest, listening to your heartbeat as he could feel his own match yours.

once he felt your fingers start to dance through his hair, he knew that he needed to be like this forever. he needed you and only you. he couldn't miss this opportunity on his soul mate coming to him from the beginning.

his arms hooked around your body as reality was hitting.

"i love you, y/n." he said and he could hear your heart begin to beat faster.

"not as much as i could ever love you." you pinky traced up his nose bridge as he slowly drifted into sleep holding the one he cares about most...so close.

~~~~~~

"mmmmm steak." he watched as your eyes lit up at the treat in front of you. "it wasn't even enjoyable yesterday. it's amazing today though." mark's brother admitted from right next to him.

his brother and his partner came over to check up and brought take-out steaks to treat everyone with. just a relaxing night at home with everyone he truly loves and can feel the love from.

he watched your happiness and was automatically taken away~

"she's nothing to you!" his mom yelled as you were lead away from the scene.

"she's everything FOR me." mark retaliated. "but we just want what's best for you." his dad pleaded. "but happiness is all I need. why can't you see that and how she makes me the most happy." mark was at his wits ends.

he needed you and was going to have you as long as you both were breathing.

"it's only going to be a problem in the end that we have to clean up." Mrs. Lee had tears coming down her face.

a brief silence plagued the table. "so are you going to show up to the wedding or no?" he asked and if pure shock could kill someone, his parents would have been 6 feet under.

"no." spoken of disbelief.

"i will not bless the marriage!" his father screamed and stood up, causing mark to chest up to his own father. "you don't need to. I am going to marry that girl out there whether it kills me or not." mark pointed to your crying being not even 100 feet away.

"you're a fool if you believe you actually love her. you're young. you don't know what love is!" Mr. Lee had Mark's collar in his hands.

yet mark broke his grip and straightened his collar.

"then I guess I'm a fool for her and her love." and with that he left to comfort you and try to rebuild you diminished character.

~~~

"earth to Handsome." he was shocked back to reality by your smile and everyone's concerned faces. "i thought you stopped breathing or something." his brother laughed as he saw you clutch your chest and laugh lightly.

"scared us there for a minute." his brother's partner laughed along with you.

"so what was so nice going on in la-la land?" you asked taking a bit from your steak. mark shrugged, taking a sip from his wine glass.

"just...thinking." he smiled.

"well don't do that again. you scared me, you fool." you laughed.

he didn't want to admit that he had been daydreaming of you walking down the aisle in the most beautiful of dresses; something that still could never compare to your beauty. but that will be for a later confession at a later date. one where you'd know his secret: there's an engagement ring with your name on it hiding in his dress shoes in his closet. waiting for the right time in the near future.

he could only smile at your cute expression in the moment.

"then i guess i'm a fool for you."

-fin-

**these are all my opinions on how i read the boys and how i watch them interact with others. this is my own personal opinions and are in no way facts unless cited to proof. thank you®

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