#idc if its only a pat on my shoulder or his hand on my waist

[wecantbefriendz]

kinda getting tired of being harrased by my resident

[barnesbabee]

Like A Pornstar || C.S

Summary: Among all of the sex professionals, San takes a liking in you, the most unexperienced person in the room.

Pairing: Choi San x Reader

Words: Several I’d say

Genre: Smut

⚠ spanking, choking, sex worker!au, pornstar!au, dirty talking, teasing ⚠

A/N: Idc, San gives off pornstar vibes. Enjoy 💖

ᴄʀ: ʙᴀʀɴᴇꜱʙᴀʙᴇᴇ

Seonghwa ver. || Hongjoong ver. || Jongho ver.

  You watched as the man laid on the bed and guided the woman on top of him. His fingers were buried in the woman's waist and his eyes watched her movements carefully, beads of sweat falling from his forehead and small moans escaping his agape mouth.

    "Cut!"

    You had been so immersed in the action that the yell almost startled you.

  The way his pleasured expression immediately fell off his face and was replaced with an almost bored one was astonishing to you. Once the cameras stopped rolling the actor's face and body stance immediately changed into a more relaxed stance, as if he hadn’t just been inside a woman, fucking her relentlessly. He wrapped his body in a rope after the woman had gotten off of him and headed towards the director.

  "San that was perfect, we're going to try some shots with her on all fours and then we wrap it up with a facial."

  San brushed his sweaty hair back with his right hand whilst the other held the robe's furry belt, and he nodded at the instructions. The director gave the actor a pat in the back.

 "Take a break, we'll keep rolling in 30."

  San left the set and headed to the little room reserved for him.

  It was truly entertaining to watch that man work. It was like he turned into a whole different person when the cameras turned on, and the way he shut out the world around him when the lights flashed upon his skin was admirable. He was so embedded in the act that the entire crew surrounding him seemed to disappear... Mesmerizing.

  "Assistant!"

 "That would be me... " You whispered to yourself.

  You plopped off your chair and made your way over to the director who had called you. You didn't know men could be bitches until you met this old, horrendous man. You had to admit, you felt a little uncomfortable by the environment and people around you in the beginning, but then again, money doesn't grow on trees, and college doesn't pay for itself.

  "Y/N," The director started, once you'd made your way close to him "San requested some water and he just told me there is no water in his dressing room. Could you be any more useless!?"

 Had that been months ago, tears would've brimmed in your eyes and your voice would've become shaky, but at this point you were used to it.

 "My bad, I'll get that taken care of..."

 You walked away without another word and headed to the small warehouse under the building, which was the only place on earth where they stored dildos next to water bottles. You sighed and grabbed one of the packs which contained nine bottles of water, since you wanted to make sure you didn’t have to go through all of this trouble once more.

 You then made your way to the small room where the casted male pornstars would stay in, to rest and fix themselves. You knocked on the door softly, and when you heard a small ‘come in’ coming from the inside, you turned the handle and entered the room.

  “Here’s your water Mr. Choi.” You told him and put the waters down on the coffee table behind him.

 The male was sitting in his vanity, scrolling on his phone. He stopped what he was doing and looked at you. The smile on his face could trick anyone... He looked like a little kid that had just gotten a lollipop whenever he smiled. His eyes turned into two crescents and his dimples enticed anyone who laid eyes on them. Even you, who had seen every part of this man (literally) almost got fooled by those innocent eyes.

 “Miss Y/N I think anyone who has seen my dick up close can call me on a first-name basis.” He said and giggled.

 How did he do it? How could something like that just slip out of his lips while giggling? You chuckled at his silliness and shrugged.

 “I guess you’re right, but I haven’t seen it up close, I’ve seen it from afar.” You defended, victoriously crossing your arms in front of your chest.

 San licked his lips and stood up. He settled his phone on top of the vanity and stepped closer to you.

  “Well, would you like to?”

 You eyed him weirdly and pushed him away, with your index finger placed on his chest.

 “Don’t joke like that!” You whined, wearing a soft frown on your face.

 The smiley face that made anyone comfortable under its presence faded quickly, and was replaced with a serious look. The atmosphere in the room was suddenly much heavier, and you could hear his heavy breathing. His eyes, although almost fully hidden by his dark fringe, had a new feeling to them, and intimidating, almost scary one.

   He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you close, so close that his hard-on began poking at you.

  “I’m not joking.”

  “But... Me? San, you have sex with professionals for a living surely they’re better than me...” 

 You weren’t insecure about your body nor about having sex, you were insecure, however, when the partner in question had a wide range of previous sex partners who were professionals in the matter.

  “But that’s exactly why... They’re professionals, they’re the same as me, we have fun but at the end of the day, there’s nothing new. But you...” His head dipped in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent, and licking a long strip from the bottom of your neck to the spot below your earlobe “you’re so new. You look so innocent, so breakable. God, I wanna destroy you.” 

 He applied more pressure on the grip he had on your waist and you shivered at his dominant tone. The fact that you knew he was naked and hard under the robe didn’t help you calm down. You looked up at him with puppy dog eyes, not knowing what to respond.

 San chuckled and held your chin.

  “Don’t look at me like that... I don’t have much self-control baby, I’ll fuck you against this wall.” 

  The director called everyone on set, obliging San to pull away from you and make his way toward the door. As he turned the knob he looked at you over his shoulder.

 “You better be watching what I do, cause the whole time I’ll be imagining it’s you under me.”

 He winked and left the room. You stood there, frozen, still processing what had happened. It was almost inconceivable that such a man wanted to fuck you, yet his actions proved his intentions. Remembering his words, you turned on your heels and headed over to the set. 

 You watched each of his moves with twice as much willingness and attentiveness now, and not long after, both you and San were imagining the girl being taken by the man was you. You bit your lip and squeezed your thighs together, his sentences and his deep, sensual voice replaying over and over in your head. San stole a little glance at you, and you could tell he noticed your stiff body stance by the smirk that appeared on his lips. San gripped a handful os the poor girl’s hair and picked up the pace, as if telling you ‘be ready for later’.

   A warm, fuzzy feeling spread through your body and you could feel wetness spreading between your folds. You couldn’t help but envision what he could do to you, if only a couple of words and glances had gotten you like that, your body begging for his. 

 When the woman finally sunk to her knees on the floor and San came all over her face with a loud moan, the cameras stopped rolling and the lights were turned off.

 The director told everyone it was a wrap and gave the staff and the actors the green light to go home. You walked over to the back of the room to grab your purse, when you felt a big pair of hands grab your hips and pull you back. Your back hit what you assumed to be San’s chest and you blushed.

  “Wait for me outside, okay baby? We’ll have a good time today...” He whispered in your ear. 

 San teasingly bit your earlobe and left, presumably to get dressed.  Your legs trembled and your nubs hardened at the sudden neediness and craving for his touch.

 You did as he had told you, and once you had gathered all of your things you headed outside and waited for him by the door. Not long after you heard heavy footsteps behind you, and a cheeky hand slid into the back pocket of your jeans.

  “Hm, you waited for me like I told you? What a good girl...”

 The praise and the little squeeze he gave your ass almost forced a small whimper out of your mouth, but you contained yourself.

 San walked you to his car, and once you had settled in and he had started the car, you started feeling nervous.

  “Where are we going?”

  “My place, love. I don’t have a sex dungeon to fuck you in.” 

  Your cheeks flushed a little and you mentally slapped yourself for the idiotic question. San placed a hand on your thigh and squeezed reassuringly.

  “Don’t be nervous Y/N.”

 His loving smile was back, and you couldn’t help but ease a little at the sight of it.

 The ride was silent, with nothing but the faint background music playing, which was exactly what you needed to get your thoughts in place. When the car came to a halt, a new wave of nervousness and doubt hit you. 

 You stepped out of the car and followed him nonetheless.

 His house was not one bit less intimidating than him. It was a big, futuristic-looking house and as you paced your way inside it and looked around, you realized how much money a pornstar really must make.

 San caught a hold of your wrist and pulled you inside of one of the rooms, immediately shutting the door behind you.

  “Safeword is Purple, okay baby?” He told you, as he began unbuttoning his shirt.

 You nodded, as you stood in the middle of the room with your hands clasped behind your back. You were already scared, and the safe word ordeal did no good.

 His shirt fell to the floor and soon his jeans joined, and no matter how many times you had seen his naked body, every time you laid eyes on those broad shoulders, his protruding six-pack and his gorgeous thighs, your mouth would water.

 You allowed him to push you down onto the bed. His fingers played with the hem of your t-shirt as he looked at his own fingers playfully.

 His head lowered and he connected his lips to your neck. He left small kisses at first, but the innocence soon washed away and the soft pecks were replaced by rather harsh bites and some sucking. 

  San pulled your shirt off of your body, taking a second to appreciate the nice shape of your breasts. He cupped both of them in his hands and gave them a squeeze.

 His fingers experientially unhooked your bra and threw it somewhere. Before you could cover your breasts with your hands, San, who had seen that coming, grabbed your wrists and pinned each of them beside your head.

  “Don’t try that baby, your body is mine to take now.” He whispered in your ear.  Your body quivered under his touch and never before had you been so desperate. 

 San’s tongue danced along the curves of your right breast. He took his time teasing you, before taking your hardened nipple in his mouth, maintaining eye contact as he sucked on it. He left no piece of skin unattended, as he gave you a hickey in the skin between your breasts when his mouth made its way to your left nipple.

 He let go of your wrists, allowing you to tangle your fingers in his hair, while his own fingers traced a pattern down your body, making their way to your jean’s button.

   Every touch, every bite and every moan drove you crazy, and San slowly uncovered a new façade of yours.

 San undid said button along with the zipper. He pulled away from your breasts so he could hook his fingers on the waistband of the pants and pull them down your body, however, being the cheeky man he is, as San’s fingers caught your pants, he made sure they’d also get your panties, and so they disappeared somewhere in the room with the rest of your clothes.

 Suddenly you felt very exposed, and the feeling soon became bigger when San took the liberty to spread your legs for him.

 His fingers hovered over your womanhood for a second, before two of his fingers parted your folds. He hummed and bit his lower lip at the side.

  “You look so good baby...”

 You hissed at the contact, as his middle finger easily slipped inside of you.

  “I thought I was going to have to prepare you...” He pulled out his finger, glistening with your cum and held it in the air “But it seems you’re already wet enough.”

 Remembering how much your innocent, puppy eyes had affected him you decided to tease him. You looked him in the eye, with the exact same expression.

 “Does that mean you’re going to fuck me now?” You asked, purposely pulling the clueless card.

 San’s jawline tightened and he settled between your legs. He slapped your thigh and gripped it harshly, as his lips came down to meet yours in a rough kiss. It was a type of kiss you’d never experienced before, there was a mix of hunger, lust, and somehow desperation.

 His teeth took your bottom lip between them and bit it lightly. You moaned at the harshness, and he pulled away. San stripped from his boxers and let his tip hit your bare pussy, rubbing it between your folds teasingly.

  “San please... Don’t tease me...” You begged.

  His hand, that was placed on your hip, traveled up your body, and wrapped around your throat, squeezing it.

  “Oh, baby, whatever will I do to you. I’m going to wreck you...”

  He followed his sentence by entering you. His thrusts were strong and slow at first, but the pace soon picked up.

 You couldn’t help but wonder how he still had so much stamina after a shoot like that... But he sure spared no mercy. He pounded into you until your hands were gripping the sheets and the headboard hit the wall loudly.

  The sounds of your moans and his groans echoed in the room, however, your main focus was on the lewd sounds his dick made as it rammed inside your pussy.

  Suddenly he pulled out and stood up from the bed.

  “Turn around princess, ass up.”

  You did as you were told and quickly perked your ass up for him. San shuffled with something in the room for a second and then you felt the bed dip by your feet. His hand caressed one of your cheeks and squeezed it.

  “Good girl...” He praised you.

  You then felt a sharp pain in your ass and you yelped. By the sound of the buckle and shape of the item that had hit you, you assumed he had fetched the belt he previously wore.

  You felt another whip to your ass, this time on a different cheek and you yelped louder. You didn’t know this about yourself, but you enjoyed the way the pain turned into pleasure, and whip after whip, your yelps morphed into moans.

 San loved the pink tint on your ass, and he would’ve loved to spank you for as long as you could handle, but his cock was already twitching and he wanted to come either in you or on you.

 He knelt behind you and lined up his tip with your entrance, carelessly and violently pounding into you. He would often smack your ass, reminding you of how much you’d loved the belt.

  “Fuck San, you’re so good...” You moaned.

 San gripped some of your hair in his fist and tugged on it.

  “You like it, hm? You like being fucked like this?”

 You moaned a loud ‘yes’ in response, earning a groan from the male behind you.

  “Be a good girl for me and cum on my cock Y/N... Please.”

  A couple more spanks and thrusts and you happily obliged to his wishes. Your arms gave in and so would’ve your legs if San didn’t hold up your waist. Your head was buried in a pillow and your back was arched as you moaned San’s name.

  Your beautiful sounds and your tightness almost sent San over the edge. He pulled out of you and jacked himself off to the view of your ass, cumming all over it soon after accompanied by a loud moan.

 San collapsed behind you on the bed and chuckled at your fucked out state. The man sweetly played with your hair and kissed the top of your head, as if saying ‘you did well’.

  “So, did you enjoy being fucked like a pornstar?”

[juicifeur]

Grounded (Winchesters + sister!reader)

Anon asked: Hey Can I please get a sisfic where she's like late teens (idc) and she sneaks a hellhound she rescued into the bunker and the boys are pissed when they finally discover it? Maybe they want to throw it out but she insists on going if the dogs going, so she waits outside in the rain or something until they agree to let her keep it? Idk I'm horrible at these hahaha :)

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: none? Teen angst? Sass?

A/N: Thank you for the request! I don’t know if this is what you wanted though

Crowley had been on your brothers' asses lately about keeping their noses out of his business, but all you were able to think about was whether or not you could keep your big fat mouth shut about him getting involved in their business; and yours. You were waist deep in his business with your smuggled pet if you could even call it that.

In every book or wiki page you had read over that mentioned hellhounds, it described a demonic creature that tore flesh from bone and brought people to a bloody afterlife. They were said to have long fang-like teeth, tough skin, claws like talons and eyes that glowed red; all in all, they weren’t supposed to be very nice. Every other one you’d met was the latter; except for the one in your basement.

Hellhounds could just look like a breed of pitbull with pure black fur. You’d figured out that demons could manipulate the way that humans perceived their hounds, just like they could manipulate how they could be seen themselves. Sure, the dog was a little different - his pupils were red and he had a particular taste for red meat, very red meat, and his claws were sharp no matter how much you tried to file them down - but those were just minor details.

  “Where are you taking that?” Your older brother Sam looked up from the dimly lit table against the wall in the tiny kitchen. You had a raw steak, wrapped in plastic, tucked under your shirt. Apparently, that wasn’t a good enough hiding place.

  “Um, downstairs. Testing how sharp my knives are. This is the closest thing we have to flesh.” You lied. Sam glanced at you and nodded briefly.

  “Just bring it back when you’re done.” He went back to the article that was occupying the screen of his laptop without so much as a sceptical comment. You assumed that your eldest brother, Dean, had the intention of cooking it. But he could get another one. Breathing out, you made your way down to room 7B.

You left the door unlocked most of the time, but you carried a key with you just in case. You pushed aside the shelves at the back of the room that held many boxes of previous Men Of Letters cases and you pulled the heavy door open, the metal squealing across the cracked cement floor. The Hellhound lay in a small dark heap in the corner of the dungeon, breathing softly, and you approached it with caution. You’d made a point to douce your glasses in Holy fire just so you could see it without getting your hand bitten off.

The Hellhound was still young, you weren’t sure if you could call it a puppy, but by no circumstance did that mean that it didn’t have the potential to be dangerous.

It growled in its throat as you got closer, teeth gleaming as its lips lifted in a snarl, and you stopped moving. It was surprising that such a small, harmless-looking creature could churn up so much apprehension in you.

  “I won’t hurt you.” You muttered, holding your hands out. The animal sat up as you dropped the now unwrapped steak on the ground in front of you, wanting it to come closer. The scent of the meat seemed to peak its interest. Its nose pointed upwards and it took careful steps toward you. The red eyes of the dog bore into yours, watching for signs that you might attack it, watching for a challenge; but you took a step back, having no intention of doing anything to harm it.

  “It’s okay. I just brought you food.” You told it. The animal walked quickly up to the steak and took it. Like a puppy does, it laid down and chewed on the meat with its small sharp teeth. It was kind of cute.

  “See? Not that bad huh? I’m just gonna go around here and look at your leg.” There was a ring wound around the pup’s leg that resembled a mark that shackles would make. Clearly, young Hellhounds were of no use to Crowley. You still had a suspicion that the puppy did not show up at your doorstep by accident. It was just an easy place to leave it, although you had no idea why Crowley would want to leave the Winchesters with a Hellhound.

   “What the hell is that?” Your oldest brother Dean’s voice boomed from behind you, the sound vibrating off the walls. You turned your head quickly to meet his eyes and he glared in your direction. His shoulders were stiff and his hands rested on his hips.

   “Y/N, what the hell is that.” He said again. This time as more of an angry statement. 

   “Would you believe me if I said it was nothing?” Your voice shook with nervousness and you felt the tiny animal brushing up against your leg, the steak was gone. Carefully you picked it up and held it to your chest where it seemed to calm down and look at Dean with its piercing red eyes. 

You watched your brother’s face go pale and his jaw clenched as he recognized the creature.

   “Is- Y/N tell me that is not a Hellhound.” He pointed at the puppy in your arms.

   “Get that thing out of here. Now.” He said, fear in his voice. Dean’s history with Hellhounds wasn’t exactly spotless.

   “Dean, he’s just a baby he can’t hurt-”

   “Out now, Y/N! That thing is dangerous.”

   “If he goes out, I go too.” You threatened.

   “Fine by me, as long as that thing isn’t in the bunker.” Dean glared and practically dragged you to the front door.

Just your luck, it had started to pour rain.

Your hair clung to your cheeks and neck and your clothes were heavy with water as you tried to shelter yourself under the overhang above the large front door. The puppy in your arms shivered and you felt terrible for trying and failing to transfer some of your body heat to it.

   “Don’t worry the rain will stop soon.” You mumbled as you tucked him into the front of your sweater, he licked your chin and then curled himself against your chest. 

Thunder clapped from above and cold rain fell against your cheek; you knew you’d spoken too soon. You sighed deeply.  Two muffled voices got closer to the door behind your back and you tightened your arms around yourself, hunched over on the ground.

   “Sammy, its a Hellhound.” You heard Dean say.

   “Dude, it's like this big,” You could only imagine that Sam was exaggerating how small the animal was and making Dean feel like a wuss.

   “It’s just a baby, what could it do to you?” The younger of your brothers finished. You heard the latch being released on the thick metal door and you looked up as their head poked out into the cold weather.

Sam was quick to pull you inside and grab as many blankets as he could find so your shivering would be subdued. Den was reluctant to get near you with red eyes staring out from your sweatshirt at him.

   “He doesn’t bite, Dean.” You glared at him and he rolled his eyes.

   “I’m not worried about him, it’s his mom I’m worried about.” His eyes were set uneasily on the face of the puppy that he knew couldn’t be as cute on the inside as it was on the outside. 

   “Crowley doesn’t want anything to do with him, you’re fine. Don’t be a wimp about it. At this point he’s harmless.” You rolled your eyes and looked at Sam who also looked a little uneasy.

   “So, the King of Hell just dropped him on the doorstep and said good luck? Yeah right, I’m not buying it. He’s probably some kind of spy. Harmless hellhound, that’s an oxymoron if I’ve ever heard one. He’s probably plotting to kill us in our sleep or something-”

   “Dean!”

   “What?”

   “Shut up.” Sam glared at his brother and looked back to you with a look of sympathy gracing his features.

   “Look, Y/N, this thing is tiny now but it’s gonna get bigger. A lot bigger. There’s no way to tell if we can trust it.”

   “I can train it.” You scratched the tiny animal behind its ears and his spine curled into your chest in content. Sam sighed.

   “Does it have a name?” Sam asked as he got closer. He ran his hand over the creatures back.

   “Sam, are you kidding me?” Dean protested.

   “What if it’s got some sort of disease?”

   “Dean, chill out. Does this look dangerous to you?” Sam took the baby Hellhound from your arms and carried it toward Dean.

   “Well no but-”

   “If he goes then I go too.” You glared at your oldest brother, knowing full well how Dean felt about you leaving on your own. You crossed your arms over your chest and stared at both of your brothers.

   “Fine. But I’m not cleaning up after it.” Dean muttered, seeming to come around. His hand snaked from his pocket and he gave the puppy a small pat on the head.

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Needy

touch starved | PROMPT

kit pouliot x sunny finch | PAIRING

good mourning, sunny finch | BOOK

fluff | GENRE

y e a r n i n g + wanting to be touched dot com + established relationship + alternate pov but it's third-person so its ok + really went ham on the established relationship part and im so so happy about it idc + absolutely no editing we ride the dawn like men | WARNINGS

SHIT I FOUND OUT/HAVE ESTABLISHED IN MY CHARACTERS FROM WRITING THIS:

kit is ticklish, this is now canon im srry

its alr pretty canon that kit always knows what sunny needs/wants, but now its canon that he's fucking PATIENT to the point that its a n n o y i n g, but if its something like neediness and he wants to tease her, hes just about ready to wait until the next goddamn decade for her to make the next move but its ok, he likes it

the psychopath

Kit was casual in everything he did. He didn't find himself wondering, going back and forth between strict indecisions, if he should do/ask/act/say something. He always just did.

An art form that Sunny is still trying to learn.

And ever since she found herself dating Kit Pouliot, she found the restrictions to be too far and tall in order. And one of that, she found herself realising, is the feeling of needy.

When they were still best friends, it was easy. Every time she wanted to touch him- touch his hair, get hugged, and even cuddle next to him as they watch a film - she'd only move a little bit and Kit would know what to do, almost by physical instinct. A familiar pattern of movement.

But now that they were dating, everything felt hyper-realistic. Zoomed. 100% view to 210%. Sunny fixated on every movement she did, every thought that popped multiplied- and now she just. Couldn't.

But Sunny wanted to be touched. Sunny wanted to be cuddled, kissed, and adored.

It's been a few days since Sunny's neediness has overtaken her. She has become restless, fumbling and side-eyeing her boyfriend. But she kept mum, and Kit was starting to notice. She can feel it. There are lingering stares and question marks in his eyes, but he only prods once, because that's Kit; he can wait for a couple of eras, a patience that knows no bounds. And Sunny made a mistake of shaking her head, immediately reassuring him.

And so Kit didn't bring it up anymore, knowing anything Sunny explicitly needs, she'd say.

She marks today as D-Day.

❦

Kit arrives in his usual affair- it's a pretty spring day and he takes his time walking across the expanse of forest before he reaches the Finch Manor. The leaves are bright and lush, and the sway of them reminds him of that one night he accidentally found a Russian channel where a ballet performance was happening. They swayed in unison, in rustles that peaked the morning sun in between.

Terrence Finch opens the door at his arrival. He's in his usual vest brocade and deadpan face. Charles was the perennially smiley one, but he still raises half a smile in response to Kit's greeting.

"She's in the lake."

That makes Kit blink. Sunny doesn't like voyaging out of the house as much as possible, and whenever she is at home, she has her own set of perimeters of where she likes to roam. The like, being 300 meters south of the house, isn't some place she likes to visit.

"Why?"

Terrence makes a hmm sound. An observation. ". . . so you didn't know. I can't tell you, then. If it's her surprise, she'll kill me." He pats his shoulder softly, once, and passes in between hallways. "Good luck."

"Is that good luck it's something good, or is that good luck a guillotine is waiting for me?" he shouts after the man, but he's already gone, leaving only a trail of chuckles.

Kit pulls out his beanie and starts fixing his hair, but trudges on forward. Always ready to face whatever Sunny has in surprise for him.

❦

Sunny waits in nervous energy for her boyfriend, lying down on the procured- freshly laundered - blanket, her wild hair sprayed around her, and her socked feet out on the grass, tickling her through the fabric.

"So it's a picnic," he says aloud, a good meter away but Sunny will always recognise his voice.

Her heart starts thudding loudly again, but she doesn't raise herself. Instead, she raises her arm and waves it in both acknowledgement and come hither-thou.

She isn't sure if she can hear him walking through the grass or that's just the sound of the forest, but soon, his warmth envelops close. Close but still too far. . . until Kit brings his hand, his fingers, through her hair and she melts. She tilts her head up, chest flooding in warmth, and sees him upside down, with a beautiful smile.

"I love it," he says, bright as always, her Kit.

And it breaks her chest open. It fills it with this sudden rush of love that it makes her gasp. With a silent resolution, Sunny raises herself and stares at him through a glassy-eyed indecision.

Kit doesn't say anything, only tilts his head on one side, waiting. His mouth twitches and Sunny suddenly realises- he knows, the bastard - and with a groan, she crawls to where he is, raising her dress and settling on his lap.

He's warm- Kit is always so warm, a human beaker of warmth - and he's laughing, she can feel the reverberations in her own chest as if it came from her. But she only tightens her hold, her arms looped around his neck, her legs around his hips, and her neck burrowed deep on the crook of his neck, on the skin there, breathing warmth against it and he shifts, giggling, that sweet spot where he's ticklish.

Kit is always ticklish, to almost any part of his body. But even as he complains amidst through laughter, Sunny only tightens her hold until Kit wraps his arms around her.

"Since when have you known?" she asks, her lips moving across his skin. He twitches, but she doesn't let off.

"It tickles," he whines, but Sunny only replies by tightening her hold further. He sighs, but he also tightens his hug, snuggling his head against hers. "I wanted you tell me what you want."

"That's so mean," she mumbles.

"I didn't mean it to be, I'm sorry. I just wanted you to tell me what you wanted."

"Mhmh. . . Okay." Without removing herself from being latched to him, she mumbles, "I'm needy."

Kit chuckles, but he obliges. Of course he does. He unravels her hold on him, just a little bit, to push her so he can see her face, and it makes Kit laugh because she's pouting to the point that her eyes are a little glassy.

Carefully cradling her face, Sunny's eyes closed as Kit kisses the side of her face, her cheeks, her eyes, the crook of her neck, her ears. She squirms at each contact, until Kit whispers for her to open her eyes and there's a gentle smile on his face as he tilts her chin up to kiss her lips, weaving his hands on her waist, rubbing her sides as he brought her close.

Sunny leans in, head in the clouds, no thoughts channeling, just the feel of Kit's lips on hers. He always kisses to sweetly, this time is no different because for the little sharpness, the little tease, where he nibbles on her lower lip, humming when she leans forward to deepen it too.

It's both soft and messy, and when they separate, Kit is grinning languidly why Sunny blushes at the lazy look on his face. She attacks him then, going back to wrapping her arms around his neck and disappearing on the crook of his neck.

Kit laughs, settling back to hugging her like this. The sun is warm, the food is getting cold, but that's okay. The day couldn't be better.

"Are you done being needy or?" he mumbles against her hair.

Sunny bites his neck in retaliation.