#i tingle seeing them walk down corridors and ride elevators and then kiss

[thatbanditqueen]

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Something Else Part 2

Summary: In February 1975, two bored and lonely people found each other wandering the halls of a hospital in the early hours of the morning. AN: As always, a big thank you to my alpha reader and stage mom @thatbanditqueen and the lovely people who messaged and asked for another chapter. It's nice to have a break from angst sometimes!

Part 1 The clock in the dayroom seemed louder at night, ticking away the seconds, reminding everyone of how long it took to heal, if ever. Donna sighed and muttered to herself as she flipped over the playing card. At the rate that she was going, this game of Solitaire was going to last longer than her broken arm.

Over in the corner, the woman who seemed to keep coming to the social room to be alone tutted and folded her arms a little tighter as she sat ramrod straight in a high-backed chair. It was a game of annoyed chicken and Donna wasn’t about to back down now. Except, apparently they were both about to be outplayed.

“What was wrong with the damn car?”

Donna glanced up as Elvis strode into the room, leading with his chest and shoulders like he expected resistance. She looked over at ‘Alone woman’ as if she thought he might be talking to her. He glanced over at the woman too, but then shook his head and fixed his fierce eyes back on her.

“Hi,” she said, shuffling the cards in her hand.

“Hi yourself,” he returned impatiently. “What was wrong with it?”

She scanned him, noting that he had a new robe on today, dark blue and it matched his pyjamas. There was a ketchup stain on the cuff of hers; she tucked it in to hide it, though it was difficult to know how much he could see when he was still wearing sunglasses in a room that only had one lamp lit.

“I don’t think there was anything wrong with it,” she answered, sliding the two of hearts into its rightful place. “I’m probably not the best person to ask though, since I didn’t get close enough to look at it properly.”

“D-don’t be a damn smart aleck,” he spluttered. “I bought you a gift and you- you just threw it back in my face!”

Donna sighed and put down the cards.

“It looked like a very nice car,” she said. “Very… shiny and red and… it had wheels and everything. I don’t know too much about cars.”

“It was voted one of the safest American cars of the decade,” he told her. “I read up on it. The Impala is more likely to hold up in a head on collision than other automobiles of a similar size an-“

“Okay, thank you, thanks!” she interjected, putting up her hand. Her sleeve had fallen down and she could clearly see the ketchup stain. “It was a real nice gesture, and the fact that you did your research is- It’s very sweet…” He visibly relaxed, his chest and shoulders dropping as he decided that they were not in a fight. “The fact is I don’t need a car, because… Because I’m never getting into a car again.”

She fanned out the cards with her fingers, giving up on playing the game the fair way. She could feel the weight of his eyes on her as he digested what she’d said. After a few seconds, he stepped closer, slippers clopping on the lino. He put his hand on the table next to hers, fingers drumming a rhythm that seemed familiar to her.

“What about if you need to go someplace?” he asked quietly, sounding confused.

“I’ll walk,” she shrugged. “Or I’ll stay home.”

“You’re gonna walk? When it’s 93 degrees outside, or- or what about when it rains?”

“I’ll be fine. I don’t dissolve in water.” 

She heard him sigh loudly through his nose and then his hand moved from the tabletop to her shoulder, his long fingers slipping beneath the collar of her robe, rubbing circles into the nape of her neck. It felt shockingly intimate but reassuring at the same time.

“It must’ve been awfully bad, honey,” he murmured.  

“It was not fun,” she answered, her jaw tight to hold back the waves that pressed up against the back of her eyes. She shook her head and jumped to her feet, trying to outrun her pain. “Um, is that guy okay?”

“What guy?”

“The one I talked to. He told me you were asleep when I tried to return the key.” She watched him dip his head as he smiled, the curves of his cheekbones in full effect, and then looked up at her from beneath his brows.

“Well, he was a little turned up when he came to tell me that some chick yelled at him and threw a car key at his head.”

“No, that weren’t me, that was someone else,” she replied dryly. “One of the other girls you bought a car for, maybe? Look, in my defence, I thought he’d catch it. What kind of bodyguard did you hire with such bad hand-eye coordination?!” He laughed, leaning backwards with the force of it, his hand on his chest.

“He ain’t my bodyguard, honey, he’s my cousin,” he told her, eyes sparkling behind his tinted lenses.

“Oh, that makes me feel worse,” she muttered. “He didn’t even get paid to put up with that.”

“Naw, he gets paid alright. Don’t worry about it.”

“I’d offer him one of the delicious doughnuts you sent, but the nurses ate them all. Okay, I gave one to one of the nurses.”

“It’s all right,” he said, quietly and firmly. She exhaled shakily and nodded.

“You know, I went to your room,” he said, glancing back at the Alone Woman, who had sighed sharply and loudly again. “I saw that poor lady they got strapped to the bed.”

“Yeah, Mrs Morris. She’s broken her hip, but you wouldn’t know it the way she can scramble out of bed at four in the morning and scare the living daylights out of you. Plus, she thinks it’s 1914, so everything freaks her out.”

“Damn,” he muttered. Her face softened looking at his troubled expression, like he was wondering what he could buy or who he could pay to fix an ailing mind. It was her turn to reach out, stroking his arm a little. She felt stupid doing it, but then he smiled slightly and took her hand between both of his and her skin started to burn.

“Come up to my room,” he cajoled, biting his luscious bottom lip as he fixed her with a winning smile. “I’ll be a perfect gentleman, I promise. We’ll just talk and maybe I’ll send someone out for more of those doughnuts you like so much?”

“Bribery, huh,” she mused. “That’s pretty underhanded of you.”

“What can I say,” he shrugged. “I know how to make sure I get what I want.”

“Am I the first one won over by doughnuts?”

“A gentleman never kisses and tells, honey.” He took a step backward, tugging at her hand, his eyebrows raised in a plea. How could she resist? The alternative was Mrs Morris singing old timey vaudeville songs until the early hours. She sighed and nodded, letting him pull her to his side. He tucked her hand in the crook of his arm like they were Victorian beaux out on a romantic stroll through the park.

“I’m not going to have sex with you on a hospital bed,” she informed him as they walked towards the elevators. His face spasmed with a shocked expression that a maiden aunt would be proud of, though she thought maybe he was playing around. The pink blush on his high cheekbones was a little bit harder to fake, however.

“You just say whatever is on your mind, don’t ya,” he murmured, not looking at her.

“Only to famous singers who try to give me cars and invite me to their hospital rooms,” she replied. “It’s important to keep them on their toes.” He shrugged at that.

“Okay, we don’t have to do it on the bed,” he replied, shooting her a sneaky sideways look and quirking his eyebrow. She laughed out loud for the first time in a good, long while, and felt her own cheeks tingle with warmth.

Donna had never had a problem with small spaces, but the elevator felt particularly confining that night as Elvis leaned back against the wall and looked her up and down. She shuffled her feet and put her arms in front of herself, shooting him a disgruntled look.

“Don’t do that,” she mumbled, looking away to hide her smirk.

“I ain’t doing nothing but looking!” he protested. “Damn, man can’t breathe without you cutting him down!”

“You know what you were doing,” she returned, mimicking his pose and lifting an eyebrow as she let her eyes trail up from his slippers- he had lovely dainty ankles- all the way up his legs, groin, stomach, chest, to his face, which had got a little pink again. She waited for his next volley with a frisson of anticipation.

“You got a boyfriend or a husband or anything, honey?” She blinked.

“Why?”

“Well, if you did, I wanted to meet him and shake his hand. Fella’s gotta have balls of steel.”

“Funny. No, no fella. Metal balls or not.”

“You want one?” he asked playfully, raising that damn eyebrow again. She snorted, blushing as she stared at the floor, trying to stabilise herself.

“Had to get you back,” he murmured, crossing the elevator and standing next to her. He put his hand on the rail that ran behind them; she could feel the pressure of his arm against her waist, pushing into her spine.

When the doors opened, his arm was fully around her waist and though she wanted to tease him about the move, straight out of a teen boy’s playbook, she also walked slower than normal to ensure she didn’t dislodge it.

The corridor was busier than any of the others Donna had wandered during her nightly excursions through the hospital. A man in a white sports jacket glanced over his shoulder and saw them, and Donna distinctly heard someone mutter, “He’s back, he’s here.” The man shuffled through a doorway, still looking over his shoulder. Walking past it, Donna spotted at least half a dozen men sitting around, smoking, playing cards and looking tense and bored.

Elvis guided her to a door on the opposite side of the corridor, holding it open and smirking as she walked through, eyeing him cautiously. He swiped at her butt just as she thought she had made it past without incident.

“You said you have no one to talk to,” she said, nodding through the open door to the lounge adjacent. “Looks like you have a whole closet full of people over there.”

 “No, they just work for me,” he said, pushing the door closed behind himself.

“Doing what?”

“Whatever I need ‘em to do,” he shrugged. “Fetch doughnuts, deliver cars, track down funny lil girls with broken arms.”

“Catch car keys with their faces? I should really apologise for that.”

“He’s had worse, don’t worry about it. You gonna sit down, honey? You look like you’re halfway out the door.”

She frowned at the impatience in his tone and moved away from the chair he was gesturing to, going to lean against the windowsill. His look of annoyance was so intense that she could almost feel the heat of it across the room.

“You know, rich folk’s hospital rooms don’t look so different,” she remarked.

“Yeah, well, it’s still a hospital,” he shrugged. “Can’t do nothing about that.” She nodded, tilting her head to look at the titles of the books piled on his nightstand, and on the floor next to the bed, and in the locker at the end of the bed.

“Wow, you do read a lot,” she remarked. She leant down and twisted to squint at a strange front cover that seemed to have numbers and strange symbols on it, watching his legs approach in her periphery vision.

“Yeah, I read, breathe, eat, and talk, just like a real boy,” he returned, nudging her as he joined her in leaning against the windowsill. When she straightened up, the blood rushed from her head and she almost lost her balance, reaching out to grab his arm to keep herself balanced.

“Goddamn it, woman, will you just sit down?!” He wrapped his arms around her, holding her closely against him, and walked her backwards to the bed. It felt as though she was completely surrounded by him, his stomach and chest pressed tightly against her and his arms pinning hers to her sides. He smelled like fresh laundry, a spicy cologne and a hint of musk. His robe felt so soft and fluffy it must have been brand new.

When she made contact with the side of the bed, he grabbed her by the waist and lifted her onto it, taking advantage of her distraction in the chaos to step between her legs.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” she said, putting up her hands to make him pause as he leant down. “What did we say about the bed?”

“No sex,” he mumbled, his full lips close enough that she felt his breath fluctuate as they moved. “But you didn’t say nothing about a little kissing.” He glanced down at her hands, which now seemed to be groping his chest instead of blocking him. She hastily dropped them.

“Fine,” she sighed, shooting him a wicked little smile. “Just a little.”

Donna sensed him hesitate as he closed that last inch between them. She understood it, that split second between anticipation and reality always felt like a chasm, but she only had about seven seconds of thinking to herself, ‘Wow, I’m kissing Elvis Presley’, because it turned out that Elvis Presley was a very good kisser. His hands slid into her hair as his pillowy lips massaged hers and she was opening her mouth to him long before she felt his tongue. In fact, she was so into it that she forgot what she was doing and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, knocking her cast hard against the back of his head.

“Ow!” they both yelped at the same time.

“I didn’t do nothing!” he protested, rubbing his head. She winced, clutching her forearm to her chest.

“Sorry, that wasn’t on purpose. Might need to rework my signature moves.” She waved her cast.

He snorted, snatching off his sunglasses and tossing them onto the nightstand amidst the books while still rubbing the back of his head.

“Signature moves,” he muttered to himself, laughing a little. “I wanna see one of those so-called signature moves, honey. C’mon, lay it on me.” He moved back in front of her, throwing his arms open as an invitation.

“What? No!” she wailed, feeling her cheeks throbbing. “I can’t do them now! They’re like magic, only works when someone is not looking for it.”

“Eh,” he shrugged. “I reckon I seen ‘em anyhow. I’m getting to think that this whole funny, crazy chick thing is just an act to get up here in my bed.”

“Uh huh, completely,” she replied dryly. “And what about you? I’ve seen your moves too, with your eyes and your smile and your lips and the whole-“ She waved her hands in his direction. “The whole package there.”

“My package?!” he echoed in a high voice, raising his eyebrows. He hiccupped his little laugh as she closed her eyes in preparation for the blood rushing to her cheeks making her head explode.

“You know what I meant!” She felt him lean into her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.

“I’m only foolin’ around, honey. God, you’re cute when you get all red like that. It’s fixing to be my favourite colour too.”

She nuzzled into him, making the most of having her face shielded from his knowing, smirking face. Slowly, tentatively, she reached up, letting her fingers rest on the v of skin between his throat and the top button of his pyjamas. His skin was hot and his pulse pounded beneath. Running her fingertips over the coarse hair, she dragged them up his neck, feeling the prickles of new stubble around his jaw. When she reached the nape of his neck, carding her fingers through the thick, fine hair, she tugged a little, and he moved without resistance, his lips finding hers again.

After a few minutes of tussling, heavy breathing and delicious kissing, she forced herself to pull back breathlessly. 

“And that,” she gasped with a grin, “is one of my signature moves, thank you very much.” 

“I knew it!” he cried. His laughter was loud, immediate and completely irrepressible. She held onto him as he threw himself back, wanting to mainline that sound for the rest of her days.

[smolbeantimo]

Hard Hits || Mario Ferraro

Notes: This is my first smut fic that I’ve written so please let me know what you think of it!

Warnings: Smut

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You had never risen to your feet so fast as when you saw Mario’s head smash into the glass due to a check from Lucic. Your throat was sore from how much screaming you would do in the next couple of minutes as Noesen dropped the gloves and swung at Lucic. You felt every inch of you start to burn as you watched Mario at the bench talking to the head trainer knowing that the outcome of that hit could have been even worse than the first time Lucic landed that same hit but it got you even more knowing that nothing was going to be done about it.

With 10 minutes left in the game you decide that you don’t want to sit through the rest of the game knowing that the loss was inevitable at this point. You get up and make your way onto the concourse to the elevators that would take you to the lower level so you could wait for Mario in a little more peace and quiet than the arena could offer. You take to the wall to the right of the door and slide down the cool concrete wall until you are sitting with your legs pulled up to your chest. You can still feel the burning madness sitting in your chest from the Lucic hit and the adrenalin that came after watching Noesen protect his rookie. You don’t remember how long you were really sitting there when the door opens and you lift your head up to see Burns walking out looking just as disheveled as you would have thought. He looks down at you meeting your eyes and says “take care of him tonight yeah, he's really beating himself up over that hit tonight”. You nod your head as you watch Burns make his way down the corridor before he rounds the corner and disappears out of sight.

You stretch your legs and stand up as more of the guys trickle out one by one sooning leaving only a handful of guys left. You see Noesen walk about so you push yourself off the walk and make your way over to him. You don’t say anything but instead just wrap your arms around him in a hug. When you step back you say “Thanks for standing up for him out there, I would have done it but I don’t think they'd let me on the ice”. That gets a chuckle out of him and he looks down at you before saying “It’s what we do. We stick up for one another on and off the ice although to be fair I think you could have given Lucic a good run for his money”. You laugh and shake your head as Noesen makes his way following the rest of the guys out to the cars. Your laugh stiffles as you see Mario walk out of the locker room with his head down and shoulders sagging. As he gets closer you softly say “Hey” which gets his attention and you watch as his head jerks up and his eyes meet yours. There's something in his eyes that you can’t seem to place though but it’s waving back and forth from sadness to anger. You walk up to him and take his hand in yours while saying “Let's go home yeah?” He just nods his head in response and lets you lead them out of the arena.

Under normal circumstances he would always drive you home since he always did love to drive but tonight you take the keys from his hands and say “I’ll drive us home tonight so you can rest” and for once he doesn’t argue with you. As you get into the car you can see some fans lining up outside of the gate hoping to catch a glimpse or even a signature from their favorite players but tonight was not a night you and Mario were going to be stopping. As you pull out of the gate you give a wave to Scott and then Phong before pulling out onto the streat to head home. You cast a glance over at Mario but he’s just staring straight ahead with an unreadable expression on his face. It wasn’t until you realized his hand was on your thigh that you felt how tightly he was gripping on to it. Almost tight enough to leave a bruise if your jeans weren’t so thick. As you drive you feel his hand inching lose and closer to your core and you look over to him but he has the same unreadable expression etched into his face. When you hit a stoplight you turn to look at him. You reach out and lightly touch his face. The second your hand touches his face you feel his hand tighten even more around your thigh even though you didn’t think that was possible. He finally looks over at you and that's the first time you see how dark his eyes are. His normal bright eyes now clouded with a dark hayes. You feel yourself shiver as you look into his eyes before you look back at the stoplight just as it turns green. You find yourself speeding home a little faster than normal and you don’t really know why but that look in Marios eyes might have had something to do with it.

You pull into your apartment complex and park your car in its designated spot before turning off the car. But instead of getting out right away both of you stay put sitting in silence. It was Mario who moved first by taking his hand off your tight making that part of your thigh tingle at the loss of heat and contact. He opens his door and gets out closing it behind himself before walking around the car to open your door for you. That was one thing about Mario that you loved. No matter what his mood was he would always be a gentleman. As you step out of the car and shuffle to the side so that Mario could close the door you feel an arm block your path so you could move any further over. You look straight ahead and are met with Marios chest so you move your eyes up to meet his which now have a slight glint to them that goes along with dark hayes that still lingers. Mario has one hand on the car door and the other on the top next to your head trapping you. He leans down placing his lips right next to your ear and whispers “I saw you tonight after I got hit. I saw how riled up you got and how mad you looked and I hope you still have a little of that fire left in you.” All you can do is nod your head in agreement but that doesn’t satisfy him as he says “Youse your words” to which you swallow before saying “Yeah I do still have some of the fire left in me.” And with that he just nods his head moving his arms away from you and closing the door before heading towards the elevator to reach your apartment. You lock the car door and hurry after him since now you know exactly what that look in his eye meant.

The ride up the elevator was silent as you spare a couple of glances toward Mario but every time you look at him his face is blank and eyes locked on the elevator doors. When the silver doors finally slide open you follow Mario out and keep a few steps behind him as the anticipation starts to flutter around your stomach. You had never seen Mario quite like this before so you didn’t know what to exactly expect and it makes you both nervous and extremely turned on. You reach your apartment door and wait behind him as he pulls out his keys to unlock the door. He pushes it open with one arm then steps aside waiting for you to enter first. You walk down your small entry hall hearing Marios footsteps following yours as you reach the living room which conveniently had a light on. You must have forgotten to turn it off before heading to the arena that night. You’re pulled out of your thoughts as you feel a solid body fill up the space directly behind you and a pair of arms wrap around your waist. Hot breath races by the right side of your neck as Mario dips his head down hiding it in the crook of your neck. You feel his lips brush along your neck before latching on right at the base sucking and nipping hard so you know there will be a definit mark there in the morning. You lean your head to the side to give him more room to work your neck as his hands travel down to rest on your hips looping his thumbs through the loops in your jeans. His lips leave your neck as he moves them up till they are brushing your ear when he says “You have no idea how hot you looked tonight. All that anger rolling off you from that hit. Seeing you on your feet yelling till your face was red and no I can’t wait until I make your face that red again but instead of yelling Stephen's name you're going to be yelling mine.” When he finally pulls away you lose all ability to control yourself as you turn around and slam your lips onto his making him lose his balance for a split second.

You take your hands and run them up the side of his body until they rest in his curly hair which you grip onto hard as you pull his face as close as you possibly could. Marios hands are now resting on your ass as he pulls you more into his body. You break the kiss to pull back pushing his suit jacket off his shoulder and look at him while you pull at the button up shirt that is still tucked into this suit pants. You quickly follow suit and soon both of your shirts are on the floor in the living room as you both migrate over to your couch. You drop down so that you are lying chest up with Mario hovering over your body. He places one leg in between yours as he leans down to kiss you again. This time it’s slow, deep and full of passion but that soon fades to desperation and heat as you feel Marios hands start to fumble with the button on your jeans tugging them down your legs. You help him with the last bit as you kick them off and onto the floor and for the first time noticing that Mario was now just residing his boxers with a very obvious tent pushing against the fabric. Your mouth waters at just the thought of having him inside your mouth even if it was only for a moment. You sit up and slide off the couch and drop to your knees in front of him so you are eye level with the protruding tent in Marios boxers. You look up at him threw your eyelashes as you reach up and tuck your fingers into the waistband of his boxers waiting for him to give you to go ahead. When he nods you slowly pull them down and watch as his cock springs free and you hear a light hiss from Mario as the cool air hits him.

You reach up and grab his shaft giving it a few good pumps to make sure he was fully hard before wrapping your lips around the tip sucking lightly tasting the pre cum that sat on the tip before licking a strip the base of his shaft all the way to the tip. You feel Mario wrap his hands in your hair and grip tightly pulling on your hair hard enough to make your scalp burn slightly. You take that as the que to go all in so you take his entire length in your mouth till you feel it hit the back of your throat. You take your time pulling off sucking and licking hard as you hear Mario groan above you followed by a low “Fuck” letting you know you were doing good. You reach the tip pulling off with a pop following it up by licking around the head before diving back down for more. You can hear Marios breath getting heavy so you know that he was getting close but before you could do any more your yanked up by your hair which pulled you off of him making you whine at the loss of contract in your mouth. Mario pulls you up off the ground and you look up at him with a pout on your face expressing your distaste for not getting to finish what you started but instead of getting the que to go back down he just looks at you and says “Not yet. I'm not done with you yet.” You immediately press your thighs together as you feel heat rush to your core at those words.

Mario notices your action and procedures to pick you up and throw you over his shoulder carrying you to your guys shared bedroom. He tosses you down onto the bed raking his eyes over your exposed body only covered by your black lingerie that didn’t leave much to the imagination. He climbs on top of you and leans down to kiss you but only for a second as he soon makes his way down your body kissing every in that he can. He reaches under you to unclasp your brag dragging each side off you slow enough to make you squirm under him. All this does is make him smirk at the prospect of your neediness under him. Once the bra is discarded on the floor he takes your left nipple into his mouth flicking his tongue to make it hard while playing with your right nipple with his fingers pinching and rolling it making your back arch into him at the sensation. You let out a whine saying “Mario please” which got his attention enough to continue his way down your body. He made a point to kiss everywhere but where you actually needed him the most. Kissing down your left leg and then up your right only ghosting over your core making your breath hitch. You're fed up with all the toying so you reach down wrapping your hand in his curly hair and giving it a hard tug letting Mario know you aren't in the mood for games. He just looks up at you with a smirk and taunts “What? You can’t take a little heat? I thought you still had some in you?” Your grip on his hair tightens as you pull him up from between your legs till his directly face to face with you as you whisper “Oh I have the heat but the real question is if you can handle it.” If there is one thing that you know sets Mario like a lightning bolt it's when he is challenged. Especially by you in bed.

Before you even have the chance to think Mario is back down between your legs with his hand on your underwear and the next thing you know you hear a rip as they are being torn off your body and tossed onto the floor next to your bra. Before you can even be mad at Mario for wrecking one of your favorite pairs of underwear his tongue is on you making you moan and arch up off the bed. You can feel his tongue pushing in and out of you as his hand comes up to rub circles on your clit getting you close to the edge. You make the mistake of looking down at him only to find him staring at you with his tongue deep inside you and it takes all your self control not to go over the edge from that sight alone. You feel his face pull away from you but it soon is replaced with a long finger sliding into you. You throw your head back in pleasure at the feeling which is soon doubled as another finger is added. Your hips jerk as he finds your g-spot and starts going full force on it till your arched off the bed with your legs shaking words tumbling from your mouth “Mario, Fuck, More” but before you could reach your climax Mario pulled off you completely sitting back to look at your completely wrecked body in front of him like it was a piece of art. You just look down at him with a pleading look in your eyes as you didn’t trust your mouth at this exact moment to get you what you wanted. Marios eyes go dark as he looks back up at you knowing exactly what he is doing to you. He crawls back up your body so that his face is even with yours just looking down into your eyes and says “Is there something you want?” You look him dead in the eyes and respond with “your dick inside me”. This response catches him off guard so it takes him a moment to register what you said since it wasn’t your normal response. Normally it takes him a while to get you to say what you want because you are always shy about it but tonight something took over making the words flow so easily out of your mouth like it was the most natural thing. Once it clicked in his head what you had said he lets out a deep growl as he pulls your body to the edge of the bed.

He doesn’t waste any time lining himself up with you not giving you any warning before slamming himself into you. You arch off the bed as you relish in the way he takes up every inch of space inside you. That love of being full is cut short as he pulls out just to slam back into you, jolting your body back up the bed. Mario grabs your hips dragging you back towards him as he pins you down with his hand as he continues to rock in and out of you keep a steady fast and hard pace. You let your moans run wild mixing between moaning nonsense and moaning Marios name loud and long. You feel that same heat start to build up inside your core as he brings one hand down to rub your clit as he continues to slam into you time and time again not letting up at all. It doesn’t take long for you to follow over the edge cumming so hard your vision goes blurry and your legs shake harder than even before but that doesn’t stop Mario from continuing to thrust just as hard and fast as before. You reach the point where with every thrust you are seeing stars as the overstimulation hits and you start to feel as second orgams forming in your abdomen. You hear Marios ragged breath and swearing as a sign that he's close to his orgams as well. You let out a loud moan as your second orgams apporaoches as rappid spead and Mario takes that as a sign to go back to rubbing your clit which is all you needed for your second orgams to come crashing down you with a scream of Marios name not even caring if your neighbors could hear you at this point. You feel Mario pull out of you and you use the last of your energy to look down and watch his hand move up and down on his shaft getting him to his peak as he decorated your abdomen with white strips before you watch his body fall on top of yours making you grunt from the impact. Mario turns his head to look at you reaching up to push a strand of hair out of your face that had fallen during your previous activities. He pushed himself up hovering over your limp body leaving a kiss on your forehead as he made his way to your bathroom to get a warm towel. He came back having already cleaned himself off while in the bathroom and ran the warm towel across your stomach taking away all the evidence that he had left on you just minutes before.

After cleaning both of you up he picks your body up moving it up the bed to where he had pulled the covers down and slid you into bed following suit only after making sure you were okay. As he pulls your body close to his he wrapped an arm around your body holding on tight as if he was worried you were going to leave. You feel his breath hot on your neck as he whispers “Thank you” which causes you to turn your head and look at him and ask “For what?” He looks down before looking back up at you hesitating before he says “For taking care of me the way you did tonight. You didn’t have to deal with my anger since it didn’t even involve you but you did”. You look Mario in the eyes and reach up to caress his cheek with your hand as you say “It’s my job to make sure that you are okay no matter what emotion you are in. But if this is what I get when you are angry then maybe you should get angry a little more often”. Mario just hufs a laugh into the back of your neck as you both snuggle down into bed knowing that you were about to get the best sleep of your life.

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BTS365 Prompt.week 26

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Kim Seokjin - child to work

You smiled waking Seokjin up early, “Honey wake up and get dressed!” 

He blinked disorientated, “what’s going on?”

You dressed your husband and led him to the car where he promptly fell back asleep. 

You worked as an electrical engineer at a clean energy power plant and you smiled parking the car and guiding your sleeping husband inside. 

You brought him to the front entrance with a smile, “hello y/n,” the security officer smiled.

“Hello miss, can we see some ID?” a young child asked and Seokjin seemed to wake up confused as to where you were taking him and why there was a small child working at a security desk? 

“Here is my ID and this is my plus one,” you grinned cheekily.

“He is big, how old are you mister?” The child asked, handing over a small lanyard with smiley faces on it. 

You lead Seokjin away with a smile and he frowned “are we at your work?” He looked around excitedly and noticed many children.  

“Yes, we are,” you grinned.

“Why are there so many children?”

“They’re not children, they are just short, don't stare honey,” you bit your lip to keep from laughing as his head snapped forward. 

“The tour is about to begin?” You walked into the assembly hall where everyone was going to gather before split into groups and led on guided tours. Seokjin got a little bag and inside was a water bottle and hat with the company logo and a colouring book. Seokjin sat in the tiny chairs and looked around at all the children shaking hands with some and introducing himself and the PowerPoint began. 

“Welcome to ‘bring your children to work day’, I hope you are all excited—,” that was it, your husband's laughter was like the window cleaners on a Friday afternoon. He had turned bright red, his wide shoulders shaking but he was on board with the whole day smiling when they said there was free lunch. 

But when you got a moment alone he seemed mischievous, “I guess it’s time we make a child so you can bring them to work,” he kissed your lips firmly and sat you on your work desk. 

Min Yoongi - dog to work

Holly was happy, he didn’t understand why but today instead of Yoongi leaving him for hours, he picked up the leash and harness and walked him out the front door. Holly was nervous during car rides, laying his head on Yoongi’s lap waiting for the van to stop. Yoongi held Holly’s leash and walked him into a big building. They had treats, the area was cleared with a play pen and toys. Holly was feeding off of Yoongi's nervous energy, deciding to press his nose to the back of Yoongi’s knee in a comforting manner as if to say “I’m here”. 

Yoongi was a human and couldn’t understand him, but he would always be there for him because Yoongi was his owner. Once inside the comfort of the quiet elevator Yoongi relaxed even if there was a beautiful woman onboard. Holly wasn’t a stupid dog he could smell the pheromones between the two and took matters into his own hands circling around the woman so she was tangled in the leash. Looking up at his owner with an “Are you proud of me?” expression.

Jung Hoseok - chocolate pudding

What had he done to deserve this? Hoseok was such a nice guy, everyone in school liked him and as far as he knew he didn’t have any enemies. All he did was say ‘Hi’ and you threw your drink in his face in the middle of the school cafeteria. The whole room quietened significantly and you looked up at his mouth falling open in small shocked ‘o’.

“I am sorry for bothering you” Hoseok laughed trying to appear nonchalant in front of you, taking long strides out of the cafeteria all eyes following his escape and when he was out of sight they all turned to look at you. Feeling the jolt of the sneers at how evil you would have to be to hurt the happy go lucky ‘Hope’ of the school.

You grabbed your pudding from your tray and bag and raced from the lunch venue, “Hoseok!” the desperation in your voice to find him. Racing along the corridors and around the corner you saw him walking into the bathroom. With no thoughts of where you were going, you ran inside. 

“Hoseok wait I-OH MY GOD” you covered your eyes forgetting for a moment where you really were. You heard laughter and felt your body grow warm, your entire form turning red from the embarrassment”

“There is no one in here but me, and I am just drying my hair and face” His laughter didn’t ease “you can look” 

You peeked, hearing him running water, and when you opened your eyes he was rubbing a damp paper towel through his hair and over his uniform. He turned to the hand dryer and leaned under it, completely missing his hair. You stepped over guiding his head under the warm air and tousling it between your fingers, reaching into your bag for a brush and helping dry and style his hair once more.

“I am sorry, I didn’t know it was you. I thought it was those rude girls in our year who have been harassing me” You frowned “I was going to finally stand up for myself. I am sorry”

“Hey, don’t be sorry.” Hoseok gave a small smile. It was empathetic with a soft tone, his hand gently touching your arm to show you he was there for you. “I was shocked and honestly I always wondered what it felt like to have a girl throw their drink in my face like the movies but I never wanted to be rude to a girl to find out” 

He laughed and your hands went still in his hair. 

“Do you like chocolate pudding?’ you asked in a panic

“I do,” He laughed amused by your strange outburst, reaching into your pocket you handed him the small tub and spoon. 

“I am sorry”

Kim Namjoon - Helen Keller

You sat in your living room and listened to the radio as you did everyday, “Well, I am reading fan letters again and my assistant promises there are some good ones in here.” You crossed your fingers. Donut, your Labrador retriever laid his head on your lap. And you smiled holding the cup of tea in your hand, listening intently.

“This is from DonutBlind” He smiled 

Dear Namjoon,

I am writing for some advice, I feel alone, I never leave the house. I am too scared. I lost all my friends. They say your mid-twenties are the greatest moment of your life but honestly it feels more like the beginning of a long prison sentence. The only thing that gets me through is your voice, your advice and I hope Rapmon your  new puppy is doing okay, might I recommend the puppy school in the attached pamphlet they are super good and all the proceeds go towards the seeing eye dogs.

Love,

DonutBlind

“Well you seem to be very isolated, I want you to take the time to take a walk outside, might I recommend the C park by the river. I go there all the time with Rapmon, he enjoys it.” His mellow voice coming though softly and sending tingles down your spine. “You use me for your happiness and I ask that you please continue to do so, I am happy that my presence can bring you some solace. I will go to the puppy school you recommended so I can learn some skills to care for him effectively. It reminds me of a quote by Helen Keller, ‘The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched - they must be felt with the heart.’”

Any minute Jungkook, your carer who had helped you write the letter, would be over to help you dress for your guest appearance at the puppy school and part of you hoped he could attend so as to hear his voice in person.

Park Jimin - two halves @chickennoodlesoupfortae

Jimin had arrived at the party, he stood in front of two doors with curtains hanging over them, with a sign between them reading the board with instructions. “This is a lock and key party. Upon entering the women will select a lock and the men select a key” Jimin giggled quietly at the euphemism, stepping into the ‘Key’ door. Behind the curtain was a table on either side of the room, one held keys and the other masks. Jimin assumed the other room mirrored this one but with locks instead of key. Looking down at the table Jimin began inspecting the keys. 

There were new modern keys and old antique keys. Jimin spotted a key tied with a soft lace ribbon, he assumed the guys didn’t want to wear it because it looked feminine but Jimin thought it looked aesthetic as hell. He took the old style golden key, placing it around his neck.

He peered back at the instructions “Throughout the night you have the chance to try to find your perfect match. Like kind Ladies and Gentlemen you must respect a person’s choice if they refuse to try the key and locks.” 

Jimin had a small smile on his face, the anticipation made him bounce on his toes as he turned to the second table finding a matching mask in gold with a soft lace trimming. He fastened the piece over his eyes. He looked at the sign above this table. 

“Once you have found your other half you may move to the seated booths and continue your evening, with or without your masks it is your choice.” He squared his shoulders ready to take on the party he truly believed could change his life.

Kim Taehyung - meteor (based on If the world was ending - Julia Michaels, JP Saxe)

Taehyung was in the tour bus stuck in traffic when his phone gave an alert to an earthquake. He didn’t feel it but it was all over the radio and the news when his phone gave a second alert. There was a meteor about to hit earth and it was unlikely anyone would survive. It was chaotic but in that moment as he stared at the other boys, you popped up in his mind.

Jeon Jungkook - watch

Jungkook was mesmerized by your acting skills; he owned everything you worked on. When he wasn’t working at the corner convenience store, he was watching your latest dramas and movies.Three shelves in his dvd case were dedicated to your work. He knew every line and every word, and he would always pretend to play the male lead saying their lines. He was your biggest fan, and one day he would be able to meet you and tell you how much you meant to him. You were happy with your friends having coffee and he was happy to just sit in the park and watch.

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Power Style - Chapter Eight : The collisions

I groan as bright light hits my face. I feel my body slowly waking up from what feels like a coma. I struggle to open my eyes before I realize I'm not in my bed, but on my couch. I must've passed out here last night. I look for my phone around me to check the time. It's no use, the battery is dead. I lift myself up from the couch and yawn as I head to my room to charge my phone. I glance at the clock on the wall. It's 6 am. Great.

I know myself, I'll never go back to sleep. I decide to go for a run. I'm out the door after throwing on my gym clothes. The cold air whips my skin as I exit the building. This is exactly what I needed before today. We're shooting Jimin, and it's going to take all the patience in the world to not blow up.

I keep going for probably an hour, stopping on my way back for coffee. As I open my front door, I hear my phone ringing. I rush to my room and see Yoongi on the screen. (Yes, I finally saved their numbers).

« Hi Yoongi! What's up? » I ask as I pick up

« Hey Gina, I'm just calling to say that I switched with Jimin, he was up all night with the others guys so they're all passed out in the living room right now. »

« Oh okay! » I have to say I feel relieved for a second. « I'll just have to make a few changes, but it shouldn't be a problem! »

« Okay, I'll see you later then »

As soon as the call ends, I send a text to my team telling them about the change so that the settings can be reasy for Yoongi's shoot. Thank God we had prepared everything beforehand, it will only be a minor adjustment. The clothes are all at the shoot, so that won't be an issue.

I get out of my sweaty gear after everything is settled, and hop in the shower. I get ready rather quickly, wanting to get to the set earlier.

It's Saturday today, and I would love for the shoot to go faster than the other days, so my team can rest.

I get to the set and to my surprise Yoongi is already at the makeup station.

« Hey! I figured you would want to start earlier given the situation »

Yeah, we're definitely alike. « Thanks Yoongi »

While he's getting ready, I head to my team and ask them about the settings. Everything is already in place. They're the best, they know their jobs for sure.

We start shooting, and Yoongi is absolutely amazing. We don't have to give him any directions. He knows exactly what he needs to do, and what poses work for him.

He puts on his second outfit while he prepare the background. His face lights up when he sees I used on of his ideas. He stands in front of the stary background. This looks perfect.

Thanks to him, we were able to finish before noon. My team and I clean everything up, even more than the other days, since the set will be closed until Monday.

I wish the set a good weekend and lots of rest.

I step outside and closed the door behind me. As I start walking towards my house, Yoongi catches up with me.

« Hey Gina, I wanted to thank you for taking my input » He's looking down while he talks. « It really means a lot. »

« Your ideas are great Yoongi, I wish I could've used more of them. »

He blushes lightly, still looking at the ground.

« I would invite you over, but the guys are probably still lying in their drool on my couches. »

« Haha that's okay, I have work to do anyway »

« On a Saturday? » He finally looks up at me.

« Well, yeah, I want your campaign to be perfect. »

He's looking back down to his feet now. « Thanks for your work, Gina. »

« It's what I do! » I feel so much more relaxed around him.

« I'll tell you what » he continues « Come over tonight. Since we're not working tomorrow, we can have some food and a drink. »

« That sounds nice! »

« I'll send a car at 8, so you have time to work »

« Thanks Yoongi, I'll see you tonight »

The day goes by, and I just sit in front of my computer, focused on the visuals we already have. I start editing the clips we have for the video. Everything looks exactly how I imagined. I hope next week will go as smoothly as these last few days.

By the time the clock strikes 8, I'm downstairs waiting for the car.

The car roams through the city as I look out through the window. I walk into the building that I know now.

The door is already open as I walk out of the elevator. I walk into Tae and Yoongi's place.

As I walk along the hallway, I hear some noise coming from the guest bathroom in the corridor. I keep walking, looking at my phone. I bump into someone coming out of the bathroom. I feel someone tall, muscular.

« The fuck are you doing here? »

Namjoon. Brilliant.

« Excuse me? » I look up at him. « Can you move ? »

He's blocking the way to the living room where I hear Yoongi and Tae's voices.

He doesn't move.

« Did you hear me? » I shoot at him

« I did. But you didn't seem to hear me. I asked what you were doing here. »

« I'm pretty sure that's none of your fucking business. » I really can't help it around him. He's the most arrogant person I've ever met.

« TAE! YOONGI! CAN YOU GUYS TELL ME WHY THE FUCK IS THE HELP IN YOUR HOUSE? »

« Are you for real!? » I'm really getting mad at him. « Who the fuck do you think you are?! » I'm almost screaming at him right now. The thing I hate most in the world is disrespect.

He starts laughing at me, which only makes me fill with more anger.

« I'm Kim Namjoon. You know that by now though. And I'm obligated to remind you that you work for me. » He spits his words at me, his face a few centimeters away from mine. He's leaning down so he's almost the same height as me. I lock my eyes with his, filling them with anger. He doesn't move and keeps looking at me with the utmost disdain. Our foreheads are almost touching at this point, but neither of us breaks the stare.

I hear someone shout from the end of the hallway. « NAMJOON! » As soon as his name is spoken, he's pulled away from me and pushed to the wall by Yoongi. We still haven't broken the stare, even though he's being scolded by his Hyung.

Tae appears at the end of the hall, a worried look on his face. He gestures me to come to him. I do so, passing by Namjoon and Yoongi.

« Are you ok? » He brings me into his arms as he speaks.

I look back to Namjoon, who still has his eyes locked on me. There's pure hatred in them.

« Yeah, whatever » I answer, walking into the living room.

Tae brings me a glass of water while I sit down on the couch, still shaken by what just happened. Soon enough, I hear the front door slam. A few seconds later, Yoongi appears from the hallway. His jaw and fists are clenched, his brows are frowned, his black eyes seem even darker than before. He comes towards us and sits down beside me, taking my glass of water and downing it in one go.

« Fuck, I'm sorry about that Gina. »

« It's not your fault Yoongi, thanks for stepping in though. »

« What the fuck was all that noise? » I turn around to the sound of Jin's voice. I didn't know he was here too. It seems like he's just woken up, his hair is all messed up and his eyes are still puffy. He realizes that I'm here, and immediately blushes. He's only wearing a t-shirt and boxers, but that was the first thing I noticed.

« Dude get dressed! » Tae throws him a paur of trousers that was lying on the couch.

Tae starts explaning to Jin what just happened while he puts on the trousers.

Jin doesn't say anything, and is just looking at me with concern. Tae and Yoongi start talking about Namjoon and his reactions, Jin simply sitting beside me wanting to comfort me but not knowing how.

The guys are interrupted by a knock on the door. Tae goes to open it and comes back with Jungkook.

He rushes to me as soon as he sees me. We've only met once, but it's like we've known each other for years.

« Why the long faces guys? » He looks confused.

« I'm gonna go guys, sorry but I kinda want to be in my bed. » I answer, knowing that the boys will update him.

« Are you sure? » Yoongi and Tae both speak at the same time.

I nod back as I stand up.

« We'll organize something soon, I promise. »

I hug each of them and head to Jin last.

« Please let me drive you home. »

I smile back at him as an answer.

We walk out of the apartment and into the elevator. He stands very close to me during the ride down as is he was asking for my permission. I lean towards him and lay my head on his arm.

He holds me by the shoulder as we cross the lobby.

Just as before, we sit in the car in silence, but this time our hands are touching in the middle seat.

I ask the driver the stop a few streets away from my building. I need to walk.

Jin follows me out of the car and we start walking side by side. Our hands seem to be looking for each other, barely brushing against each other as they follow the rythm of our steps. When we arrive at the main entrance, our fingers are intertwined.

I stop and look up to him. He looks stunning like this. He managed to tame his hair, which is now brushed back, showing his whole face. He's wearing glasses that give his face a different look. He's very sexy right now, with the street lights gently hitting the side of his cheek.

"Are you sure you'll be okay by yourself?" His voice is so soft that I barely hear him.

"Don't worry about me, I'll be fine." I smile at him.

He brings me closer to him and kisses my forehead. The tingling in my stomach starts again. I have to go now before my face turns bright red. I turn around, letting our hands separate as I move. Just as they're about to let go completely, I feel a pull. Jin has brought me back to him swiftly, catching me against his torso. I barely have time to understand what has happened that his lips are on mine.

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Partition (Chapter 3)

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Chapter 3

As you slid your underwear back on and straightened out your dress, a voice came over the intercom.

“There are people waiting outside,” said the driver. “I think we’ll need to go in through the other building.” You remembered that the person you were with was somewhat famous. You are known as well, but certainly not to the same extent. No one was waiting outside your home looking to get a picture. However, if a fan or entertainment reporter snapped a picture of you two going home together, your “C-List” status would be quickly elevated to an “A-List” scandal… not something you were interested in over a one-night stand.

“Are they all here for you?” you asked.

“Maybe. There are a few people in this building, so, they are probably looking for anyone they can get.”

“We should have gone to my place,” you sighed.

“It’s fine. I’ve done this many times - we’ve got a system.” He pursed his lips awkwardly as he realized that he had just revealed his playboy-dem. You knew that already about him. Him having a crush on you wasn’t the only thing you heard from the rumor mill. Although this was your first time meeting, you two did have mutual friends and peers within the industry. Overwhelmingly, anyone who knew him concluded that he was a nice person, but they also often concluded that he was a player. You weren’t judging him for being a young, hot and single stereotype - it’s not like you haven’t had your moments - but you scrunched your nose a bit at the reminder that you were just another notch on his bedpost. He turned to look at you and also scrunched his nose and gave you an awkward smile. You snorted - the look on his face was actually kind of cute. He seemed to relax a bit seeing that you were amused.

The car continued past the entrance to his building and turned the corner to enter the underground parking in the adjacent structure. It parked in front of a pedestrian tunnel. While the two of you remained in the backseat, the driver got out and disappeared down the tunnel - he was inspecting the path to the elevators for any hidden intruders. It was all very surreal - you never had to hide your relationships from anybody. As the moments passed, you began to feel a little nervous, questioning if a one-night stand was worth the risk of ending up on the cover of a tabloid magazine. You fidgeted with the hem of your dress as you considered just going home. Sensing your anxiousness, he covered your hand with his and gave you a reassuring smile. For the first time tonight, his smile didn’t give your nether regions a tingle. This time it calmed you. You smiled back, letting him know you weren’t going anywhere. He squeezed your hand then turned to resume scanning the garage through the windows.

His comforting gesture slowly became more sensual. His thumb began to softly maneuver over your skin and his palm crept up a little more to grip your inner thigh. You were still sensitive from what his mouth did to you only minutes ago, but his dangerously close touch sent goosebumps down your body. You wanted more than just his face between your legs - this time you want those hands all over you. You wanted his cock to fill you and his skin to rub against yours. You wanted to arouse him and hear him moan and pant. You decided the time for reservations was over - it was time, instead, to fully embrace the decision you had made when you told him to call the driver. You shuffled across the seat to sit a little closer to him.

“How long is he going to be?” you whispered to him as you slid your hand over the bulge in his pants - he inhaled as you did and turned to face you. Your lips were a breath apart and he licked and bit his as you stroked him. Those lips that had spent the ride hear embracing your most sensitive area but had not yet met your lips. You wanted them too, and he seemed to want it too.

“Not long enough, unfortunately,” he finally spoke. Regardless, you continued to stroke him over top of the fabric. His mouth parted as he watched you intently. In the silence of the car and garage, you could hear his breath deepening and the sound of his heartbeat raising. His hips began to roll slowly into your hand to meet each stroke. He was turned on so quickly by you that you couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and encouragement. You went for his belt and unfastened it so you would have access to what was underneath.

“We don’t have time,” he whispered in a half-hearted protest.

“I don’t care,” you whispered back into his ear, which you then nibbled. A muffled groan came from the back of his throat. You slipped your hand down his pants and found his appendage. It was smooth and fully erect for you. You began to scale it with long, firm twisting motions.

“I want it,” you whispered again into his ear. “I want to taste you.” You placed a trail of licks and kisses from his jaw down his neck and squeezed him a little harder. He closed his eyes and bit his lip again. You heard him release another uneven exhale - he was trying to hold back his arousal, just as you had tried on the ride over. You wanted to take him with your mouth, torture him and return the incredible pleasure you had experienced on this very seat. You shifted your body so you could do just that - but as you did, you caught a glimpse of the driver on his way back to the car. “I think it’s time to go.”

His eyes sprung open and he looked around until he too saw the driver. He smiled but huffed in annoyance as began to buckle his belt back up. “I told you there wasn’t enough time - but you just wanted to tease me didn’t you.” You gave him a playful shrug.

He took your chin between his finger and thumb and leaned in as if he was going to kiss you. When he was close enough that you could reach his lips with yours, you tried, but he pulled back, leaving you chomping at the air. A tease. “I may have to make you pay for that.”

You didn’t know what he meant by that, but the way he said it excited you. He took you by the hand as the driver opened the door.

Together you proceeded down the corridor and through another parking lot until you reached the elevator room. You stood in silence while you watched the numbers descend to your level. The tension and excitement was building between you. He let out an audible uneven breath.

“What?” you asked.

“I’m just excited you’re here,” he replied, squeezing your hand. “I’ve thought about you a lot.”

You snorted an gave him a sideways glance. Buddy, I’m already here, you don’t need the visage.

“I know, I know. I’m sure you’ve heard… stuff about me. But it’s true. I don’t know why, I just…” He paused for a moment. “I just liked you… pretty much from the moment I first saw you.” He shrugged. “That’s why I asked around about you.”

You didn’t quite know how to respond. What he had said was sweet and you wanted to believe it was sincere, but you still felt skeptical. You thought about making a joke to lighten the mood, but before you could craft something he spoke again.

“Did you ever think about me?” He turned to you as he asked. Another new expression crossed his face - he didn’t seem smug, or overly confident. He seemed anxious or nervous about what your answer would be.

“Yes.” you replied. It was true after all.

“Yeah?” his face brightened.

“Honesty-is-the-best-policy, right?” you shrugged. He looked back at the elevator door. You saw a grin stretch across his face. Maybe he is into me? you let yourself think for a moment before you shook it off.

The elevator arrived, and you both stepped in, still hand in hand. He pressed the button for his floor, which was near the top. You weren’t sure how long the ride would take, or how much traffic you would encounter, but you thought for a moment about reaching for his waistband and picking up where you left off in the car. He, however, had a different idea. He turned you to face him, then slowly walked you back to press you against the wall. He interlaced his hands with yours and lifted them slowly up over your head, pinning your arms against the steal. He looked into your eyes.

“This is how I should have started the night.” He pressed his lips against yours. They were soft and met yours perfectly. His kiss was deep and affectionate. The tip of his nose grazed across yours as he shifted his head to kiss you from another angle - slow, and passionately. He released your hands and wrapped them around your waist, pulling you into him. You slipped your arms around his neck, pulling him down to you. Your lips parted and your tongues met, starting off as well in a slow, passionate rhythm, until the neediness between you grew and your kisses became more fervent. He leaned his body further onto you. You could feel his thigh between your legs, bumping you lightly with his shifting weight and making your stomach flip. You ran your hands down his chest and felt the firmness of his body you had been so desperate to feel. His hands slid smoothly down your sides then back up your thighs, pulling the hem of your skirt with them until the pads of his fingers came to rest at the crux of your backside. You moaned into the kissed when he pulled at your flesh to lock your hips to his. When you felt the elevator slow to a stop you both looked up and realized you weren’t at his floor. You separated quickly and straightened yourselves up before the doors opened and a resident climbed in to join you. Interrupted again.

As the elevator continued its incline, you played a glancing game with each other. He’d look at you, you’d look back at him, he’d look away. You’d smile, he’d wink, he’d smile, you’d look away. Having fun was the only thing you could do to prevent yourselves from horrifying the elevator intruder with your exhibitionism. The problem was, this playful side of him was starting to get under your skin - the idea that he may actually be into you beyond one night of sex crept up again, but this time, you thought it might be something you wanted at the end of all this.

Damn it. You had to work a little harder this time, but you suppressed the notion and focused in on your physical desire for him. You stared at his profile and drank in his physique. His tall frame, broad shoulders, lean toned body perfectly accentuated by his trim, stylish suit. His hands in his pockets pressing out to hide his erection. His crooked tie made you think about taking it off of him. The way his tongue and teeth played with his lips as they too danced in sexual frustration made you think of how they were going to dance all over you soon. He looked so handsome, so sexy, so desirable. The glancing game was over - he noticed you were no longer looking away so he stared back at you. He saw the want and lust in your expression as you looked him up and down, and like a virus it spread, and his eyes darkened as he became desperate for you too.

How long is this damn elevator?

[keanubot]

Catastrophe Reigns (John Wick/Reader) Chapter 6

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warnings: hmmm a bit nsfw...blink & you’ll miss it

You don’t know where your sudden burst of confidence had come from, but as you leave your apartment you feel as if you can do absolutely anything. That kiss – you have no idea what had come over you. Your lips are still tingling from the feeling of John’s mouth against yours, soft and warm. Obviously the circumstances hadn’t been the most romantic, but you kind of like that; it’s…fitting. And it’s just what you needed to get through the task ahead of you.

You’d decided after kissing him that your only option was the best option. However…stealing medical supplies from the hospital you work in certainly isn’t legal in any way, and if caught, you’d not only lose your medical license – you’d, in all likelihood, get thrown in jail.

So, needless to say, you’re going to avoid that happening at all costs.

You slide into the backseat of the cab that’s waiting outside, giving the driver the hospital address and glancing back at your apartment as you drive away. John had promised he’d try and sleep, but you know he’s probably lying awake, wondering what you’re doing. He seemed to have an idea, and he’d attempted to stop you but it had been futile; your main priority is helping him, and there’s nothing he can do about it.

As you drive to the hospital, you plan – as much as you can in such a short amount of time, anyway. You need antibiotics, and you know exactly what floor you’ll find them on, so all you need to figure out is how you’re going to get there without being seen or having to use your hospital ID. It seems almost impossible, but you don’t really have a choice. You figure you’ll just…figure it out when you get there.

The drive seems much shorter than usual, and before you know it you’re standing at the front entrance to the hospital, pulling your hood up to protect yourself as rain suddenly begins to fall above you; that’s certainly a bad omen.

Going through the front door is probably your worst bet for getting caught, so you walk along the side of the hospital to one of the other entrances more commonly used for staff. The fact that you work here and already know the ins and outs of this place is definitely a plus. It makes you feel that much more sneaky though, and guilty. But you push it away and concentrate on John, remembering that he’s back at your apartment waiting for you. It’s more than enough to convince you to keep going.

It’s almost five in the morning but the sky is still dark, and you make a silent agreement with yourself that you’ll be out of here before the sun comes up. That gives you about twenty minutes or so. You reach the side door and are relieved to see that there’s no staff hanging around outside on their break; you suppose you can thank the sudden rainfall for that.

Okay, you take a deep breath, here goes nothing.

The hallway is empty, and you take down your hood as you begin to walk, figuring that it’ll probably draw more attention if you look like you’re sneaking around. The hospital is pretty big, and you’re hoping that you won’t run into any members of the staff who recognize you. All you really need to do is avoid the other nurses.

You decide to use the stairwell instead of the elevator; most of the staff avoid using this method because the elevator is much quicker and easier, so you don’t think you’ll run into anyone. You climb the stairs quickly, mentally cursing yourself for not being more fit; you’re already out of breath after the first flight, and you have three more to go. The look on John’s face after you’d kissed him paints your eyelids, and it pushes you forward.

You finally reach the right floor and carefully push the door open, poking your head through and peering back and forth along the hallway. Nobody.

God, maybe the universe is actually on your side for once.

You walk quickly down the corridor, terrified that at any second someone’s going to come around the corner and see you. You’ve become pretty well acquainted with the staff who work at the pharmacy, and you know for a fact that they’d recognize you if they saw you. You’d thought about writing a prescription and forging a doctor’s signature, but if it went wrong they’d know immediately that it was you who’d done it. So instead, you hope against hope that there’s no one there. The pharmacy staff tend to take breaks pretty often, which usually pisses off the rest of the staff when there’s prescriptions to be filled. You remember complaining about it to one of the doctors last month; now you couldn’t be more grateful when you reach the pharmacy counter and see that no one is there.

You don’t have a key, and you’ve already decided that you want to avoid using your hospital ID at all costs. Your eyes scan the shelves behind the counter, praying that what you need is there and not in the locked room where the rest of the medications are kept. You freeze when you spot it, your heart beating frantically when you realize it’s right there.

Glancing up and down the hallway once more, you climb onto the counter and hop down onto the other side, grabbing the container of pills. You read the patient name along the side: Paul S. King.

Sorry, Paul.

You shove the container into the pocket of your hoodie and climb back over the counter, heart still racing. You can’t believe how fucking easy that was. You practically sprint back to the stairwell, yanking open the door and preparing to make your way back down the stairs. However, before the door closes behind you, you hear something. You freeze, turning back around and carefully peeking your head out again to make sure you aren’t being followed. You spot someone across the hall, wearing surgery scrubs and sliding their ID into the card slot to unlock the surgery supply room.

Closing the door slightly so you can’t be seen, you watch as they enter and the door ever so slowly closes behind them, one of those heavy slow-closing doors that don’t make any noise. You know you should be halfway down the stairs by now, but something keeps you stuck in place, watching and waiting.

You only came to get antibiotics, that was the plan. But standing here and knowing that there’s anesthetic just beyond your reach… it’s hard to walk away. You’re planning for the future, and anesthetic is definitely something you’re gonna need if you want to continue helping John. You have the option of no longer having to put him through even more pain than he’s already suffered, and it’s incredibly difficult to pass up.

The person emerges from the room, supplies in hand, and rushes down the hallway to return to surgery. You only have a few seconds, and as soon as they disappear around the corner you sprint across the hall and stop the door from closing just in time. You’ve only been in this room a few times; you’re not a scrub nurse and you only ever attended surgeries during medical school, so there’s not really a need for you to come here usually. You scan the shelves, trying to control your breathing as you search for the local anesthetic.

You spot the vials and quickly run over to them, grabbing two and knowing that it’ll be more than enough. You see a box of syringes and grab a few packages of them, shoving everything into your pockets as best you can. Before you know it you’re slipping out of the room and back to the stairwell, unable to stop a smile from forming on your face as you hit the last step and open up the door you came in.

It’s still raining, but the sun is beginning to peek out from behind the clouds, and you smile even wider when you realize that you managed to get out in under twenty minutes. You pull your phone out as you walk and see that it had only taken you ten.

You decide to speed-walk up the street and over a few blocks, calling a cab on your way and giving them the nearest Starbucks as your location. It’s not open, of course, but you figure it’s better for you to wait outside a closed coffee shop than at the busy hospital where you just stole medical supplies. You sit down on a bench to wait, not caring that it’s wet seeing as you’re already soaked. Your pockets are bulging with the supplies, and you cross your arms to hide the evidence.

You know you should feel shitty…like you just betrayed your entire career or something dramatic like that. But you just…don’t. If anything, you feel free, weightless, like you can do anything, just like you’d felt after kissing John. You suppose you’re still riding that high, or maybe breaking the rules is just a high in itself. You’ve certainly lived a pretty by-the-book existence up to this point, that’s for sure. John coming into your life has changed everything, and you’re not complaining.

The taxi pulls up in front of you and you get inside, giving the driver your address. As you drive away, you can’t help but keep smiling. You remember earlier, before John had showed up again, when you’d been watching that movie with Fitz and feeling sad about the patient you’d lost… you truly had no idea what was coming, how your night was gonna unfold. You didn’t know that in less than twelve hours you’d be sitting in the backseat of a cab with stolen medical supplies and somehow feeling on top of the world.

“Had a good night?” the driver asks, noticing your grin in his mirror.

You look at him, smile widening.

“You have no idea.”

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You open the door to your apartment and rush inside, shutting it behind you and running towards your bedroom, not caring that you’re getting water everywhere. The light is on and John is sitting up in bed, hand against his mouth, seemingly deep in thought. He turns to look at you, relief washing over his face.

“I was worried about you.” he says, and your cheeks warm.

“No need, I got the goods.” you reply with a smile, pulling the antibiotics out of your pocket and laying them on your night stand. You place the back of your hand against his forehead; he’s still burning up. “Okay, I need you to take two of these.” You shake two pills from the container and hand them to him, pushing the glass of water you’d filled earlier closer.

He does as he’s told, watching as you pull everything else from your pockets and place it on the night stand. You unzip your hoodie and throw it into your laundry basket, then sit back down on the bed. You pull the sheets back and look at John’s infection, cringing. “I’m so sorry, John. I can’t believe I let that happen.”

He shakes his head, putting the water back down. “It was infected before tonight, Y/N. I’m the one who let it happen.”

“But I should’ve-”

He reaches forward and places a finger against your lips, “Shut up.”

You smile against his finger, rolling your eyes. “Okay,” you murmur, “I’ll shut up if you shut up.”

He laughs, leaning toward you and moving his hand to your cheek, cupping your face. “Deal.” he says quietly, and leans in to kiss you softly.

You hum against his lips, bringing your hand up to tangle in his hair, still damp with sweat. You don’t care, loving the feeling of his mouth against yours. You honestly have no idea what you did without it.

“I hope that’s okay.” He whispers when you both pull back, pressing his forehead against yours, his sweat mixing with the rain all over your face.

“What is?”

“Me kissing you.”

“I kissed you first, if you recall.” You say with a smile, and he smiles back.

“Maybe you were just being nice.” He teases, “That’s the kind of person you are, after all.”

You pull back a bit more, raising an eyebrow, “The kind of person who kisses people for no reason?”

He shakes his head and pulls you back toward him with his other hand, squeezing your arm. “Nice.” He says, tracing your lips with his thumb, “You’re a nice person.”

Before you can respond, he’s kissing you again, and it’s heaven. You can feel the ache between your legs again and for once you don’t feel guilty about it, placing both hands firmly against his chest and pushing him back against the pillows. You have an incredibly strong urge to climb on top of him, straddle his lap and grind against him. But you know that this isn’t the time. He really needs to rest.

You pull away and push his hair back like you had earlier, peering down at him fondly. “You need to sleep.”

“And what if I just want to keep kissing you?”

Your heart flutters at his words, but you hold it together, pulling the blankets back over him. “Too bad.” You say with a grin, and stand up. “I’m not working tomorrow, you know. I’ll be here all day. Lots of time to kiss me.”

He smiles, lidded eyes opening and closing slowly; he really is exhausted. “I’m gonna hold you to that, you know.”

“You better.” You say softly, reaching down to touch his hand. “Goodnight, John.”

He squeezes your fingers, closing his eyes. “Goodnight.”

You watch him for a few moments, not wanting to release his hand. He falls asleep almost immediately, and you feel a warmth in your chest that you can’t explain as you watch his face relax and that familiar innocence wash over him. A word crosses your mind, you’re not sure why, but the warmth spreads throughout your body when you repeat it to yourself:

Mine.

You finally leave the room, turning the light off and shutting the door. You lean against it, closing your eyes and breathing deeply, your thoughts hazy. The way you feel…you don’t know if you’ve ever felt like this before.

Fitz meows at your feet and you reach down to pet him gently, then you head to the bathroom to get out of your wet clothes. You catch sight of yourself in the mirror and watch yourself turn bright red. The yellow top you’re wearing is soaked, and the fact that you aren’t wearing a bra is very obvious, your nipples poking through the fabric and the outline of your breasts extremely apparent. You have no doubt that John had caught a glimpse, and the thought makes you shiver. You can’t help but hope he got a good look.

You strip down to just your underwear and grab your robe that’s hanging on the door, wrapping it around yourself. All your clothes are in your bedroom, but you don’t want to wake John up. Besides, you don’t mind sleeping in your robe. You stare at your reflection in the mirror, making eye contact with yourself and allowing a smile to spread across your face. You look different – you feel different.

The uncomfortable couch is suddenly very inviting as you slip back under the blanket and place your head against the cushion. The tiredness hits you suddenly, and you close your eyes. For the first time, you hope that you dream about John.