#it was just supposed to be a quickie little thought how the fuck did it get THIS far away from me?!?!?!

[pjsfvs]

breeding kink hc - Mark Lee

paring : husband!mark x afab!reader

warnings/tags : very nsfw, mentions of pregnancy, oral sex, unprotected sex, cockwarming, fluff, breeding kink, Mark going AT it

summary : mark will do whatever it takes to get you pregnant.

a/n : this was supposed to be uploaded yesterday on 1/27 but i posted the Sunoo hc instead. Also, if you have any requests, you can leave them in my inbox! and don't leave hate comments for me to see. if you don't like it just block me and leave.

Having a child together was always something Mark and you knew would happen for you. Brushed lightly on the subject, you clearly remember the way Mark’s eyes would light up when you’d mentioned earlier in your relationship, that you wanted children.

Now, married in bliss with your second anniversary approaching, Mark had started to get a little impatient. You both knew you wanted to get pregnant eventually but hadn’t quite decided concretely exactly when just yet.

For Mark, a family always seemed a distant dream. However, when you’d walked into his life, he knew he wanted it with you.

In the beginning of your relationship, you used condoms during sex. It worked at the time, but eventually, after a conversation together, you decided you’d get yourself on birth control. Mark and you were pretty serious, had a solid foundation for your relationship and knew you wanted to be together for the rest of your lives,

And part of you wanted to take that step in your relationship; no matter how minor it may be. Sex was already something so intimate between you two, but to remove the barrier of a condom and really feel each other closer? It felt natural. Felt like something you trusted each other with.

Little did you know, that decision would spark a little something in your man…

For Mark, the first time you’d had sex using birth control, he swore he fell a little further for you [if it was even possible]. To know you trusted him to cum inside, that you weren’t scared, or fearful of anything going wrong meant so much to him.

Often during sex, he’d find himself thinking how much power his seed really had. On birth control, his cum buried deep inside your cunt meant nothing more than the mutual trust you two shared, a symbol of how deep your relationship had gotten.

But if you were off birth control? If the sex was unprotected?

Mark’s cum held great power. He could put a baby in you. Your baby, that you made with the embodiment of love your bodies yield to each other. The thought alone made Mark shiver each time, shuddering with a tingle of anticipation when he’d spill his hot loads inside you each night.

“Mark?” You’d asked one night, after a steamy quickie before bed. You rested your head on his bare chest as he heaves down from his high, a heavy palm rested to the bare skin of your exposed back.

“Yeah, baby?” He returns, kissing the top of your tousled hair softly. His palms are gently soothing over your bare hips, the same hips that would someday, hopefully carry the live of your child.

And that same night, the conversation happened. You’re both ready for a baby, you both want a baby with each other.

Mark is ecstatic, can’t wait to watch your pregnant belly grow as he showers his love on you, taking care of you each step of the way. Mark is already the perfect husband, and you best bet that it would heighten tenfold when you’re pregnant.

You have sex every single day now, sometimes multiple times a day. Sex with Mark was always fantastic, always had you practically on the verge of tears to how well he’d fuck you when he needed to, how well he’d make love to you when he needed to. If anyone knows how to strike the perfect balance, it’s Mark Lee.

“You gonna give me a baby, kitten?” Mark rasps, hastily pounding into your needy cunt from above. His biceps rest on either side of you and they look massive this way, a dark, almost primal darkness in his eyes on some nights like this. You’ve been trying for about a month now, and Mark is growing impatient. Part of him fears deep inside that as always, something will go wrong; deprive him from the life he wants with you. You make sure to assure him, however. Assure him that it’ll happen for you.

“Ye-yes baby, put a baby in me Mark…” You whimper, begging underneath him, soft legs tightly wrapped around his waist to give him optimal access to your deepest parts. Mark’s cock twitches inside you, and you know he’s close. Every single time, you shake and shudder to the feel of being pounded by him, the way his creamy, succulent cum fills up inside you to the brim.

It baffles you the amount of cum the man carries, how much he spills after each fuck. You can definitely feel him fill you up and it turns you on so fucking bad as you desperately pull him close, peppering needy kisses all over his face as he makes you cum as well.

“They say the more orgasms you have, the better the chances of getting pregnant.” Mark whispers, slowly delving between your drenched thighs. He licks a long stride up your aching pussy before circling sloppy, wet circles to your clit. You’re not sure if Mark’s theory is 100% accurate. Nonetheless, you know Mark thrives off making you feel good, he wants you to enjoy the process more than him. After all, you are the one who’s going to be carrying your baby for months on end, bearing all the pain and discomforts that come your way.

It does pull at your heartstrings how much Mark cares, how desperate he is fulfilling the deed of getting you pregnant.

If on your bed, before sex, Mark puts a pillow under your hips to angle them up slightly while he pumps in and out. “Can’t have any drip out,” He smirks, pressing a wet kiss to your lips as his throbbing cock stays positioned inside you, cocooned by your warm, pulsing walls after release.

Cockwarming has become almost a daily occurrence. After he’s came inside you, Mark keeps his girthy member inside your cunt for a couple of minutes as you both come down from your highs. He’ll rest his head in the haven of your breasts, arms wrapping around you as you pull him close, kissing his head to happy dreams of this wonderful, loving man fathering your children someday.

Mark insists that you have sex a couple times a day, and you fear he’ll eventually get sick of having you if you don’t slow down a little

“I’ll never get sick of you,” He whispers into your neck, softly kissing the skin as his arms hold you so dearly tight. “I love you, you know that, right?”

“I do.” You whisper, cupping his cheek. Mark is the sweetest man you know, and you best believe he’s only gotten sweeter since you’ve started trying.

Sometimes, when lounging next to each other, or when he’d come up behind you in a tender hug as you cook breakfast, Mark rests his hands on your belly; dreaming of how heartfelt it would be the day your baby would be in there,

“You’re gonna look so beautiful sweetheart, carrying our baby.” His deep baritone would soothe in your ears as he slams into you, your breasts bouncing to his pace as his hips snap into you hard, senselessly. His balls slam your core so hard each time, and the sounds of skin slapping skin fill the house very often nowadays. “Gonna show you off to the entire world,” He moans, cupping your breasts & kneading them with a firm force, yet cautious not to hurt you, as his mind drifts to the thought of how full they’d look, swollen holding milk

Mark and you have possibly tried every sex position there is at this point. Doggy style? Mark fucks into like a rabbit from behind, cock grinding your cervix to the deepest parts before slipping out entirely, only to plummet back in

Your legs on his shoulders as he fucks into you relentlessly? It’s one of his “trying to conceive” favourites, allows his sperm to take advantage of gravity

Face to face lying beside each other? Mark practically melts each time you do this one. The entry of his cock is so deep this way as you hold each other’s gazes, your leg draped over his waist as his arms pull you closer, rosy skin flushed together with a thin layer of sweat.

From behind as you lay on your stomach? Mark’s eyes roll to the back of his head in this one. He enters you from behind, pounding in as he grinds your g-spot repeatedly, almost always giving you two orgasms before he cums deep, deep inside.

Did I mention how loud Mark is when he cums

He moans, throaty groans fleeing his lips as he practically growls in your ear. The way you clench around him is too much, your pussy is too tight; too warm and he’s far too in love with your body (and all of you, ofc). Far too drunk on thoughts of pounding you pregnant for him.

Sometimes Mark can get so dirty while fucking you.

It surprises you sometimes that your sweet, loving, wholesome husband can say such sinful things

“Gonna make a baby come out of that tight little pussy.” He drips, biting small love marks into your skin as he thrusts, marking your body as his breeding ground.

I mean he is a literal assassin so you do get that he can be a bit brutal sometimes

He tracks your periods and the days you’re most fertile (not that it matters too much since he fucks you into oblivion each day haha) but on days where you’ve ovulating, he makes sure to go deeper, harder, and get in multiple rounds for optimal chances of conceiving.

Mark cumming inside is so special now. You can’t help but shiver each time you feel him explode deep within you, knowing that that load might be the one to do the trick.

You’re an advocating member of the “Make Mark a daddy 2024” campaign.

And when your period is late…you tell Mark with beaming eyes and swear you’d seen a glistening glow in that chocolate gaze, unlike anything you’d ever seen before.

You buy multiple tests together, Mark's hand holding yours the entire time. The thought that your baby might be growing inside you, right now, this second as you stand at the checkout counter has his smiling like a goofy idiot.

Your goofy idiot, of course :)

You take the tests together in the master bathroom of your bedroom. Mark is on edge and you have to hold his hand to reassure him, explaining to him that if its only a false alarm, you’ll keep trying because you want this with him. You need this with him.

You want a family and it’s never going to change.

But when all the tests come back positive, Mark is on the brink of tears.

You both are, holding each other tighter than ever as you both cry into each other’s necks, kneeling in a bundle of cuddles on the bathroom floor. Mark kisses each inch of your face, peppers delicate kisses to your tousled hair, offering squeezes to your hand when you let out a soft sniffle at the sheer happiness.

This is a moment that will forever be engrained in your minds.

It was finally happening; you made a baby.

You’ve never seen Mark this happy before, feeling as if everything in his life has finally fallen into place. This is what all the pain, all the hurt, all the sin that lingers in the shadows of his past had been leading up to. A family with you, free of evil, free of any grim that lingers.

A life where the only Mark Lee that the world knows, is the Mark who loves and is loved by his wife, and the Mark who is a father.

The most loving, caring, amazing father he could ever be.

[kingkat12]

quickie (roman godfrey x reader)

WARNINGS: 18+, piv sex, party sex, semi-public sex, established relationship, drunk-ish sex, Roman is shameless and drunk lol, alcohol mentions

summary: Roman can't keep his hands off you-- no matter where you are.

word count: 1,581

It was hard to fight Roman’s grip around me, especially since he towered heads above me— I knew it was a lost cause. 

However, I was pissed. Pissed about how he had behaved at tonight's party, and how he had managed to get so drunk that he was grabbing at me at every opportunity. “Rome,” I huffed, putting my hands on his chest to force some space between us after he had managed to get us both into the bathroom.

Roman, drunk off his ass, did his best to keep his balance. He swayed a little, looking down at me with those hungry eyes I knew too well; “What? I can’t touch my girl?”

“Not here!” When I was sure he wouldn’t fall onto the bathroom floor, I quickly ran over to the door to lock it properly. “We’re at Letha’s birthday party, can’t you keep yourself together?” Amid my annoyance, I scanned him; all dressed up in his white shirt, hair gelled back into a classic heartbreaker look. I couldn't deny it all made my heart beat faster.

Hiccuping, Roman blinked twice— he clearly saw no issue with having sex at his cousin’s party. “Why should I?” He stepped towards me, watching me press myself up against the door. “We haven’t been alone all week… Isn’t this just the perfect opportunity?”

I struggled to hold back a shiver. It was tempting, sure, but completely inappropriate. “I’m not having sex with you in a bathroom,” I mumbled, no longer meeting his strikingly green gaze. “Makes me feel cheap.”

“Cheap?” Roman’s arms snaked around me once more, his soft lips pressing a kiss to my temple. “You’re looking at it all wrong.”

I did my best to phase out the strong smell of brandy coming from my boyfriend— I wasn’t exactly the biggest fan of him when he was drunk. “And how am I supposed to look at it, then?”

He hummed against my skin, his fingers tracing circles into the back of my short, red dress. “Think of it more like… I can’t wait another second to be with you,” Roman placed a kiss against my cheek, drawing forth a pink-ish blush. “I want to feel you around me despite where we are, isn't that a nice thought? I would want you even if we were at a fucking trash compound.”

I could only laugh— he probably didn’t catch how big of a turn-off that image actually was, especially in his drunk state. “That sounds unsanitary,”

Roman chuckled, leaving behind a wet mark against my jaw after kissing me there. I closed my eyes, letting my head loll back against the door as I relished in the feeling; I had certainly missed this. 

“I don’t care,” he eventually said, one hand trailing up to twist itself in the nape of my hair. With another tug, evoking a whimper, Roman kissed his way up to my ear, leaving me heaving for air— it reminded me that he could leave me breathless, no matter the situation. 

I had to swallow my pride, realizing that his little scheme was working. “Someone could— hear,” Unexpectedly, my hips bucked forward in the middle of my sentence as Roman pressed a ridiculously soft kiss against my ear. My hands gripped his shirt, panting. “And you’re— you’re drunk!”

Roman hummed, a sinister, low laugh escaping him. “Let…” His hands dropped, fingers dipping past the edge of my dress as he slowly pulled it up along my thighs. I shuddered, bringing his face into my hands as I watched his green eyes sparkle with lust. “Me…” The dress was now at my waist, Roman’s eyes hungrily scouring my underwear. He didn’t spend a lot of time looking (he had always been more of a do-er, anyways) before he leaned forward, pressing a kiss against my lower abdomen. My breath hitched as Roman bunched up my dress, digging his long digits into my waist as he licked a stripe up to my navel, listening to my whimpers as he held me back from squirming. “Fuck…” He came up shortly after, a satisfied smirk on display across his full lips as he pressed me flush against him, connecting us with a passionate, fiery kiss. As he pulled away, I realized how dizzy I was— and I was about to beg him to do it again, until he slowly turned me around to face the door. My eyes were wide as Roman’s last words were whispered against my ear; “… You.”

At this point, I was practically gelatin in his arms. I could only nod, struggling to breathe as Roman kissed down my exposed neck, now grinding the hardness of his cock up against my ass with a relieved sigh. “Is that a yes?” he whispered, gently driving his teeth into my shoulder.

I whimpered— I couldn’t fight it anymore. “Yeah,” 

“Oh, thank God,” Roman’s grip around me tightened, proceeding to press passionate nips and bites up my neck. “I’ve wanted you all night… All fucking night.”

I had to suppress the urge to roll my eyes. “Don’t remind me,”

Roman laughed, his hands taking in the softness of my skin against his rough ones before they traveled further down. “Now, now... Don’t get all sassy on me,” 

My eyes sprung wide open as his hands ghosted over my underwear, and I let out a wanton moan as his fingers brushed over my clit. “Sorry,” I tried, my apology quickly turning into a trail of profanities as he used two fingers to press down against me, rubbing me through my underwear as I leaned my forehead against the door in defeat. “Shit, shit—” 

Roman hummed into my shoulder, clearly happy with the results of his plot. “So, my girl likes to be touched now, hm?”

Fucker— he knew damn well. 

“Does she?” he teased, his tone only fueling the fire in my body. 

I could barely reply; my mind was dulled down by the feeling of Roman’s fingers rubbing tight, firm circles against my clit. 

He smirked, pressing several kisses against my shoulder. “Yes, she does,” 

Oh, Roman and his dirty mouth— I couldn’t take it. “We— We can’t be in here for too long,” I tried, panting into the wood of the door. “People will get, hah—suspicious.”

Thankfully, my boyfriend seemed to agree. “We’ll make it quick, then,” Roman wasted no time, a whine escaping my lips as his hands deserted the aching need between my legs. He hooked his fingers around my underwear, dragging it down and leaving it around my thighs before he reached for his zipper. 

“This is so stupid,” I mumbled, trying to catch my breath in the meantime. “I can’t believe we’re doing this—” My words came to a halt as Roman’s thick cock eased into me, and I let out a choked moan as I tried to support myself against the door. All my morals suddenly flew out the window; this felt too good to fight.

Roman suppressed his sigh of relief against my shoulder, quickly recovering from the wave of pleasure upon entering me. “Come again?” he teased, digging his fingers into my hips as he slowly stroked further into me with each thrust. 

My breath hitched, holding back a cry of rapture as I moved to meet every pump of his cock—I couldn’t believe how much I had missed this. “Rome,” I cried, placing one hand over his. “A-Aah—”

“Shh,” Roman pressed soft kisses against my neck, bucking into me. “Not so loud, baby… Wouldn’t want anyone to hear, would we?”

Crap— I had to force myself to be aware of my surroundings. It suddenly hit me that we were fucking in Letha’s bathroom, and how we definitely didn’t want to be caught in here; no one would ever let me live that down. So I bit down on my bottom lip, letting my lids fall heavy over my eyes as Roman’s cock stroked into me, the angle allowing him to brush against my sweet spot over and over.

It didn’t take long before I started to feel on the brink of delirium—it certainly didn’t help my state when Roman reached around my body, rubbing my clit with the rhythm of his thrusts. I couldn’t help but turn a bit, reaching forward to tug his brown hair, a satisfaction building deep inside of me as I heard him suppress a moan against my shoulder. 

It didn’t take long before Roman’s lips came crashing against mine in a passionate kiss, which soon enough ended up with the both of us panting against one another, chasing our highs. 

“You feel—Fuck, you feel so, so—” Roman let out a grunt as my walls clenched around him, his green eyes rolling back just slightly. 

The sight of that alone nearly sent me over the edge, but it was the sweet kiss he pressed against my temples that did it for me. That, along with the continuous thrusts of Roman’s cock and the firm circles against my clit, made me cry out against the door. 

The physical motions of my orgasm gripped around Roman’s girth, drawing forth a moan as he spilled into me, the warmth of his cum almost instantaneously seeping out of me. 

As our panting filled the room, it dawned on me that I had done the exact opposite of what I had told myself tonight. With that realization, I couldn’t help but break our moment of rapture with a giggle—“We’re so doing this again,” 

Roman smiled as he leaned down, leaving a trail of eager kisses along my shoulder; “We so are,”

[l0standn0tf0und]

damn perfect hair and damn marvelous eyes

george weasley x fem!reader (hints on short!bookworm!fem!reader)

words| +- 4400

in short|  classic story. George falls in love with his best friend. nothing more and nothing less

warnings| my english, angst, fluffy ending, mention of sex and long ranting about George's feelings

author’s note| it's supposed to be a short one. About 1000 words or so, but I got excited. and well, I tried to make it George's pov. because, you know, ✨️his pov✨️. also, it's my first scribbling in two years. enjoy))

He has been with other girls. He'd even said he has been with a lot of other girls.

There were a couple of girls he dated for a while. There were those he just fucked with. A quickie after a Quidditch match won't hurt anyone. It doesn't matter whether he won this match or not. He's well aware of the fact, that girls like him. But none of these so-called relationships were serious. Perhaps this was because he didn't consider any of them as something serious.

He tried this relationship thing because he was curious, what it's like to date a girl. But during his dates, bringing a cup, all painted with tiny violets, to his lips and listening to the chatter of his now ex-girlfriend, he thought that she'd never say such a thing and she'd never order such a lusciously sweet cupcake. And she wouldn't have dragged him to Madam Puddifoot's in the first place.

After smashing Hufflepuff to smithereens on the Quidditch field, he pressed some Ravenclaw's back to one of the walls in the locker room, pounding deep into her, hearing this girl's moans become louder with each thrust. He caught himself thinking about what her moans would sound like. Would she be filthy and loud underneath him or her moans would be more shaky and soft?

He wouldn't say any of these girls were bad, unattractive, or something like that. Just the opposite, all of them were great. But they simply weren't…her. She got deep under his skin, intertwined with his veins, and blossomed in his lungs. She was his Flower. That's how he called her.

George remembers clearly well how it started. No, not his feelings, they started so naturally, that he didn't even notice how he fell for her. George remembers clearly well how he started calling her flower. This happened back in the second year, during History of Magic. He was getting more and more bored by the second in that stuffy classroom. And there was nothing unusual about it. He got bored very easily. So he quietly began scribbling in the corner of her parchment. He remembers the angry look little Y/N gave him as she carefully pushed her piece of paper away from the redhead. She was also bored but did her best to focus on Professor Binns' words. But George continued, all smiling and trying to stifle his giggles caused by her irritation. At some point, his incomprehensible doodles began to look like something that resembled Professor Binns, but his glasses and mustache were abnormally large compared to everything else. She smiled, took George's hand, and carefully drew a tiny flower on his wrist, before returning her attention to Professor. It took him a while to find out what exactly she drew with so neat lines. It looked like an iris or daffodil, he couldn't tell exactly and she didn't know either. But after that she became flower. His flower.

And now George is sitting in the library. He came here to at least start an essay on Potions. Snape become ruthless lately, so it was easier to work in a group on this 5-page assignment about Golpalott's Third Law. That's how he, Y/N, Fred, and Lee ended up in the library. George knew that this was one of her favorite places at Hogwarts. Two and a half hours earlier, when they had passed Madam Pince's stern gaze, he almost unconsciously walked to her favorite table, between the Poetry and Reference sections.

George's re-reading the same sentence in the book for the seventh time. There's something about the idea that a whole product is greater than the sum of its parts, but he can't really understand its meaning because he's thinking about her. It would be more accurate to say that he's thinking about what Lee and Fred had said about her. The evening before, his twin, the only person in this world who was closer to George than Y/N, again claimed that his love was mutual. Fred constantly tried to push him to confess his feelings. His argumentation was always the same. Fred said that he’s older, which means wiser, and he sees everything, how she steals glances at his little shy brother in classes and how she blushes just as much when George is near. But that evening, Lee has added some new information, which George still tries to process and connects with everything else these two have been telling him through the years.

George returns to yesterday in his thoughts. He was lying on his bed again, hopelessly pressing his face into the soft fabric of the pillow, while these two opened the Pandora's box again. Sometimes it seemed to George that they were enjoying this ranting about his 'unrequited' love situation over and over again.

"Ok, look, if she felt nothing but platonic stuff, she'd not be this frustrated when she found out about you and Jane" Lee spoke in a devious voice, getting more comfortable on his bed.

"Wasn't it Jade?" Fred's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Doesn't matter, I mean this Hufflepuff blondie with the ribbon"

"She's Janis" George sighed. He remembered this relationship, which lasted just over a month or so. Janis was nice, but she talked a bit too much. And this black ribbon, which she constantly wore as a headband, pissed him off. He admitted that the ribbon matched well with her uniform and emphasized the brightness of her hair. But something was wrong with it.

"I thought she was Jade"

"Anyway, why are you telling me about this now?" curiosity and a slight note of annoyance were noticeable in George's voice "It was quite a long ago."

"Look, mate. I'm your friend, right?" Lee sat down, crossed his legs, and the blanket crumpled under his weight. One more movement and the red piece of cloth would end up on the floor. "But I'm her friend as well. She knows that I know. And knows that I overheard that conversation of hers. And I promised, I won't blab it to you…But as it turns out, I'm not the best secret keeper and I'm more of a friend to you than to Y/N"

To tell the truth, Lee was a great secret keeper. Just like he was a great friend. This made George seriously wonder why Lee broke the promise. And so unceremoniously 'blabbed' everything to him. What if he's really as blind as he was told and doesn't see obvious things. He doesn't deny the possibility that she liked him too. More precisely, he doesn't want to deny it. He hopes that Y/N also feels something that crosses the boundaries of friendship. Even if her feelings aren't as strong and all-consuming as his. As if time collapses into one tiny speck and explodes at light speed every time George sees her. He hopes for at least something, for at least a tiny feeling, a tiny sparkle in her heart that flares up at the sight of the tall redhead.

Many times he imagined and replayed in his head the moment he would confess his feelings. Tell her how all the sounds around become quiet when he hears her laugh, how each and every touch imprints and burns on his skin. He dreamed, how he would tell how much he loved her, that he could finally be honest and reveal everything that was in his head and heart.

But the younger twin thinks the stakes are too high. And maybe he's right because she thinks the same thing to herself. Even though George wants more, he doesn't want to risk everything he has right now. His eyes begin to water and a lump rises in his throat every time he assumes he could lose Y/N. His flower. He knows her too well to predict what would happen next if his feelings weren't mutual. Their communication will become awkward, they both will be cautious and afraid of saying or doing something wrong. And then, after some time of this weird communication, their connection will fade away. And even if his love is mutual, what if he and Y/N don’t work out as a couple? What then?

He can't let their previous and future years of friendship go down the drain. Y/N was the first person he and Fred met on the Hogwarts Express. And from the very first year and the very first greeting, the three of them became inseparable. Always together.

She wanted to be a prefect, so she avoided detentions and tried not to get involved in their pranks directly. But Y/N was always there, helped to plan each of their mischiefs, assisted with new inventions, and saved him and his brother from professors. George can't remember how many times she rescued them from Filch while she was patrolling the corridors. He was so proud of her last year when she finally received this little silver pin that gave her extra authority and responsibilities.

George can't imagine Christmas without Y/N now. She visits the Burrow every year and his mom adores her. Perhaps because Y/N helps with cooking more than anyone else in this house. But George can imagine in detail how hard his mother would scold him if he suddenly announce that Y/N won't come for winter break this year because he's an idiot and they stopped talking to each other.

It's not Christmas without having a snowball fight with her and Fred in the backyard. At some point, she always tries to throw Fred into the snow. But due to the obvious height difference and Fred's strength privilege, she never succeeds in this. So she's becoming the one who's giggling on the ground, covered with snow. George always laughs at this little performance while his very kind twin scatters her down with even more snow.

George's envious of his brother in some way. Fred has never seen Y/N as more than a friend or a second sister. He's envious that his twin's heart doesn't ache as much as his does. And his older brother doesn't have to make such a difficult decision. No, George doesn't wish his brother pain. No way. He just doesn't want to suffer himself. George understands, that he's not just at risk of losing her, but also at risk of depriving Fred of his best friend too. If he and Y/N don't work out, what will happen to her friendship with Fred? Yes, perhaps they will be able to maintain some thread of communication. But they certainly won’t be best friends like they are now. George wouldn't handle it. He believes that it's better to be content with the small moments he has than to lose everything.

"Where are you going?" Fred's question snaps the younger twin out of his thoughts. He's still in the library and didn’t even notice how the chair next to him became empty, as Y/N headed towards one of the sections.

“I need this book, about…” her words meet Fred's raised eyebrows "I just need another book"

A quiet “uh-huh,” sounds either from Fred or Lee as her back is already hidden between the shelves full of colorful covers.

George looks for a while longer after Y/N. If someone raised their head from studies or books and glanced at the redhead, they would see the gears turning in his head.

“I…” George moves away from the table. Legs of the chair slide across the floor with a quiet rustle. He tries to come up with some kind of a reason, but Lee is faster.

“We got it, loverboy in shining armor, go already and help your princess” In response George groanes, and a quiet "fuck off" slips from his lips as he heads after his 'princess'. He doesn't know why he decided to follow Y/N. He just wants to. Perhaps he simply feels calmer when she's around, she gives him a feeling of warmth and home just by being near.

And there she is, just three bookshelves away. George can understand why she likes spending time in the library, although he doesn't share this sympathy. It's quiet and peaceful here. High ceilings, impressive columns, and alive stained glass windows are throughout Hogwarts, but they look especially charming in this place. Perhaps it's the specific lighting or the huge number of cabinets filled with old parchment and colored bindings. And, to be honest, he likes the smell of books. There is something about that scent that the redhead can't explain.

Y/N walks along the shelf at the end of the bookrack. Her gaze runs along the top row of colored spines, searching for what she needs. Her hair is up in a messy, almost domestic, bun and secured with a wand. But some strands fell down, framing her face and descending down her neck. The tie hangs loosely around her neck. She undid it after half an hour in the library.

George just stands there and admires her for a while, unable to tear his gaze away. It seems to him as if a soft golden glow surrounds each curve of her glorious body. And this light calls him to come closer. None of the other girls looked like her in his eyes. He swallows, breaks out of this perfect trance, and quietly heads to her.

The girl stands on the very tips of her black shiny shoes. Her fingers almost touch that very book on the top shelf. "Why the hell do they always shove the most useful stuff so far away?" Y/N thinks to herself before long fingers touch the cover of the "Ingredient Encyclopedia". She sees as right above her head a familiar freckled hand takes the faded green binding from its place.

"You're welcome, flower" Y/N turns around at the sound of the voice and finds herself trapped between the worn books and George.

The corners of his lips lift slightly and the younger twin can feel the warmth approaching his cheeks. He can't control it and, to be honest, he doesn't care when she's only millimeters away.

Her "Thank you" is so quiet that George isn't sure she actually said it. Their eyes meet, and it seems to redhead that everything that happened next was in slow motion.

She just wanted to take the book. Such an innocent action. She inhales sharply as her fingertips accidentally brush his hand. He feels high-voltage sparks come from this touch and spread further throughout his whole body and explode where his heart is.

They both froze, not breathing and not breaking an eye contact. George could swear he was ready to give everything he had to live in this moment forever. Just standing next to her in an empty section of the Hogwarts library. Looking into her eyes, losing himself in their depths. And feel the warmth radiating from her hand on his.

Earlier, he thought he'd be nervous at a moment like this but he isn't. He just stares at her eyes, then at her parted lips. "George, don’t do it" he repeats to himself. His fingers shudder imperceptibly with the thought of taking her wand from messy hair, so her locks would fall freely on her fragile shoulders. "Control yourself". He's trying, so damn hard trying not to bury his hands into these shiny strands and pull her into a kiss. It takes all his strength not to. And George doesn't know what happened. Was it Y/N's rosy blush and his brother's words about mutuality flashing through his head. Was it her, standing so close that he could smell his amortentia coming from the girl.

But he gives up. George bends down, without even thinking about it, and presses his lips to hers

George pulls away even faster than he has leaned toward her. There is exposed fear in his widely opened eyes. Eyebrows are raised as the realization crushes his thoughts. His mouth opens and closes without making any sound. It seems that he's more shocked by his own action than Y/N herself.

He fucked up. He knows it.

Y\N stands there still. And this is the first time in the redhead's life that he can't read the emotions of his best friend. "Ingredient Encyclopedia" is still in her palm, but George abruptly pulls his hand away, losing all the warmth she provided to him.

"I'm…I'm sorry" is the only thing he mumbles before storming away from the book section, from the library, from her.

George almost knocks down a first-year with a blue tie when he rushes out around the corner. He fucked up. Y/N didn’t respond to his kiss, she didn’t react at all. She just froze in place. George doesn't understand how he could let himself do this. He shouldn't have. He heads towards the huge wooden door with such speed that some students' parchments fly off their desks. He doesn't notice this, nor the questions from Fred and Lee, that meet his broad back, nor the comments of the furious Madam Pince.

She appears around the corner shortly after George, calling his name. She throws the book on the table and quickly walks past her friends. The faded green binding slides across the wooden surface and lands near Lee's inkpot. Another millimeter and the small glass jar would have been knocked down and poured a black liquid onto the pieces of parchment, only half written with essay.

"For Merlin's sake, what is going on?"

“I'll bet you a galleon that George confessed to her and ran away” Fred speaks with a sly grin, shifting his gaze from the hurrying Y/N to his dormmate.

"Too much drama for these two, don't you think?"

"So…?"

"You're on" Lee agrees, moving the book away from his writings. He only managed to write the introduction and the beginning of the first few theses. It was far from 5 pages but it was at least something and definitely more than George wrote.

George walks through the library entrance. He feels like everything is crumbling inside him as he walks. The sound of his heart pounding in the ears muffles the voice calling his name somewhere behind the back.

"George!…"

He is supposed to be happy. He finally did what he had dreamed of for many years. He finally kissed the girl he was so hopelessly in love with. But instead, he feels as if a dozen Dementors attacked him. All of the hope and happiness have been sucked out of the world.

"George!…"

He'd better get away from here as fast as possible. He'd explain himself later. He'd better get to his safe space. But where should he go if he felt safe only next to her?

"George!….for Merlin's sake!….. I can't keep up with you!"

He recalls everything in his head, from what happened a minute ago to the first time he saw Y\N. He understands that all those happy moments, the tenderness, the memories they both made and the plans for the future, are all gone. He's so disappointed and so angry with himself.

"George!…"

"What?!" He stops and turns around, seeing the girl almost running along the empty corridor of Hogwarts, approaching him.

George heard her calling him. But he's not ready to face the consequences. Not now. He needs time to pull himself back together and come up with something. But he gives up. Again.

"What do you wanna hear, Y|N?!" His hands shoot up in a questioning gesture. "That I'm head over heels in love with you? With your damn perfect hair and damn marvelous eyes! With your damn angelic laughter, which drowns out all other sounds for me! And I even with the way your brows frown when you're concentrated!"

"Georgie…" He doesn't seem to notice her soft voice but continues. She wants to say something, but his confession is unstoppable. And she understands this, so she decides to just let him rant.

"Or do you wanna hear that you became a fixed point in my mind where my thoughts always come back to? That I randomly grin to myself like an idiot when I think about anything related to you. I don't know when exactly I fell for you. But it feels like I've always loved you. You're doing something to me, no one else ever could. You make me feel special and not just another poor Weasley or the second clown of Hogwarts. Every damn time you make me feel important because of who I am and not because I'm the beater or I'm the easiest way to get to Fred." His voice became calmer with each sentence. The irritated raised tone turns into his normal deep timbre, and then it will turn into a soft mumbling. " And you make all of my anxiety and worries turn off just by your presence. I was so fucking angry with myself and you did something I dunno how to explain. So now I can't be this angry. And you are…you are just….you"

She stands next to him. Almost as close as it was back then in the library. Perhaps if George wasn't so nervous, he'd realize that he liked the scent of books because it was her scent. Every time she left the library after spending several hours there, she had this slightest scent on her. It mixed with her perfume and shampoo, so it was impossible to separate and difficult to notice it.

"Are you done?" George doesn't know what to do and just nods his ginger head. Then she rises on her tiptoes and neat fingers finds the collar of his white shirt and pulls it towards her, forcing George to lean forward. Her lips touch his. Again. Only for a few seconds but this makes him blush even more, if it's possible. His freckles aren't this noticeable anymore.

The girl pulls away, the heels of her shoes meet the cold floor and her hands slide onto George's chest. But he continues to stand slightly bent forward, batting his eyelashes. She still has to lift her head slightly to look him in the eyes. In the future, this height difference will piss her off sometimes, but he'll enjoy it endlessly, liking this even more every time.

George stares deeply into her eyes, trying to understand what just happened. But he feels that he can breathe again. And somewhere inside, where his soul is, irises and daffodils and all the other flowers start to blossom slowly. Did she really kiss him? But earlier…

"But you've…." His eyebrows furrow as the puzzles are slowly coming together in his head.

"I was taken by surprise" She explains as she watches his face soften, lips rise into a wide grin that he can't stop. And why the hell should he stop it. "And you didn't give me time to understand what's going on"

George covers her hand with his own. That hand that's laying so peacefully on his rapidly beating heart.

“Sorry,” he chuckles, millimeters from her face. She can feel his breath on her lips, like a ghost kiss, dragging the moment before he crushes his lips down on hers into another real one.

Her lips are soft, almost silken, and pillowy against his own. This kiss is not just a peck, like the previous ones. This time George can understand that her lips are not exactly what he thought. Her lips feel thousands of times better than he could ever imagine. He finally feels relieve and all the world's happiness. All the happiness he supposed to feel. Happiness, that had been accumulating for a long time and didn't leave the palace of his dreams, Finally to escape to freedom. His palms find their place around her waist as he pulls her closer, forcing their bodies to collapse into each other, holding each other as tightly as humanly possible. Her hands shoot up to his hair, slowly letting her fingers slip into ginger strands. He kisses Y/N like he has never kissed anyone else before. With all the tenderness and love he has kept locked in his heart till this moment. George doesn’t see this, but he feels how the gray world around him is filled with colors again. The warmth spreads all over his body and his brain stops working properly.

This girl, this bright and breathtaking girl, is his. Their lips moved softly, delicately, and almost innocently before. But Y/N is driving him insane and intoxicate him with the sweet smell of her body. He can feel her hand slide to his nape and she lightly runs fingers up along his neck. Tiny soft moans escape his lips in the surprise of the goosebumps this action sent down his body. As a response, George brings up his freckled hands to cup her face. His calloused fingers caress her flushed cheeks as he nibbles her lower lip, not so hard to hurt, but enough for Y/N to feel it. Now it's her turn to let out a small, barely audible moan, which makes him break out into a shit-eating grin.

The girl gently pulls away, while George still holds her face in his warm hands.

"I love you too, Georgie. And your damn perfect hair and damn marvelous eyes"

Bonus:

He lets out a giggle caused by quoting. He's unable to open his eyes for a few moments after this kiss, a huge smile on his face

"But…"

"But…?" The question sounds teasing even though his voice is hoarse.

"We have an essay to finish. It's due tomorrow, and you haven't even written a sentence yet." she wrinkles her nose in a taunting way.

"Nooooo" Redhead lets out a groan, throwing his head back. "Don't make me do this, Flower"

"I won't write it for you" She kisses his pouty lips as a response to the puppy gaze he gave her. Y/N frees herself from his cozy grip and heads towards the library. "You'd better write at least something unless you prefer scrubbing cauldron instead of…let's say…sneaking into Hogsmeade."

George catches up with her a couple of seconds later. He slightly leans down just for a moment to catch her hand in his and intertwine their fingers.

"Y/N…." he tries this 'puppy gaze trick' again.

"Fine." She sighs in defeat "I will help you with a plan and theses, but you will write it yourself."

George breaks into a smile once again and brings her hand to his lips, leaving kisses on her knuckles. Well, the thesis for Someone's Third Law is at least something. Plus, he’s sure that he’s sure Y/N will write his essay as soon as she finishes hers. And, to be honest, Fred's too.

After some time, when they are a meter from the huge wooden door, George suddenly wonders.

"Galleons or Sickles?"

"What?"

"Galleons or Sickles?" He repeats, opening the door in front of Y/N

"Wait, you're wondering how much they bet on us, aren't you?"

George overtakes the girl, ending up in front of her, and leans down so that their eyes are at the same level. He shoves his hands into pockets and wrinkles his nose therefore mocking Y/N's previous actions.

"I'll bet a Galleon that Lee owes Fred a Galleon"

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❝𝙃𝙀𝙇𝙇𝘾𝘼𝙏 𝙎𝙍𝙏.ᐟ❞

A. ARLERT, C. SPRINGER, E. YEAGER + GN/AFAB. READER

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ; your plug!bf lovesss taking you for rides in his hellcat;)

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 ; smut, gn!reader for armin and eren, afab!reader for connie, car sex, oral (m!receiving/armin), backshots(eren), p in v(connie), petnames (baby, slut, bae), cheating (armin), homewrecker!armin coffee addict!eren, drug dealing, praise, light degradation, can you tell armin's my fav? reader kinda has a bit of a tummy in connie's, belly bulging(connie) skin color not mentioned

A. ARLERT

Armin loved having you ride with him and you loved it too. You loved it even more after getting out of a rough argument with your boyfriend because being with him just made everything so much more amazing!

So when Armin texted you asking if you wanted to come to ride with him a day after you argued with your pathetic excuse of your boyfriend leaving you all sad because he nearly hit you, of course you agreed even though you knew what he was going to do.

You've gone on so many rides with Armin while he was dealing and doing shit that he even thought of getting your name stitched on that passenger seat.

He might as well get it stitched on the backseat too because everyyy ride, you seem to make your way back there with him going back with you.

"Fuck..." Armin groaned loudly as he threw his head back against the soft black seats of the Hellcat, it was a drastic difference from the Frostbite exterior that you adored. His hand tangled in your hair as you looked up at him mouth full of cock and your nose buried into his surprisingly curly blonde pubes.

You blinked up at him almost wanting to smile at his face full of pleasure "I love you so much, baby." Armin moaned out his back arching slightly as your hands that were sat on his knees slid up his denim jeans and rested on his thighs. It was a little crazy for him to be moaning that so loud when he was supposed to be waiting for a customer to meet him here.

How could he control himself when your head was just so fucking amazing?

You brought a hand to grip him as you pulled your mouth off smiling up at him "Wanna kiss." You muttered as Armin looked down at you a smile forming on his face, he grabbed your jaw and leaned down before pressing his lips to yours sloppily as you continued to jerk him off. Unlike your stupid boyfriend, Armin had no problem giving you anything you wanted and not like material things. (though he does do that too.)

Armin didn't care if he was around his customers, friends, or whatever, if you wanted a kiss, you'd get one. The deepest kiss anyone's ever seen actually. Shit, if you wanted to drag him away for maybe a quickie or because you just can't help but want his cock in your mouth, he'd allow it. Dropping a whole conversation just to satisfy you.

This is why when a customer was taking wayyyy too long and said that his friend was gonna come pick it up for him, he let you climb into that backseat and give him head when you asked if he wanted some.

"Love you s'much." You blubbered breaking the kiss before putting your head right back down on him your swollen lips wrapping around his cock once more "Shittt! You're my best slut baby...ugh." The blonde said grabbing the handle of the door that was luckily locked because if it wasn't, everyone would've seen his best baby.

Too bad that was cut short with a knock at his tinted window "Hold on baby." Armin said with a groan turning to the door as did you taking your mouth off him as you shoved him back into his PSD boxers "Hand me my shit, will you?" The blue-eyed male asked you a little pissed off because he didn't get to cum while looking back down and you happily nodded.

Reaching back and grabbing the little baggies that sat in the driver's seat before handing it to him. Armin rolled down the window and there he was.

Your boyfriend standing there looking down at the scene in front of him his gaze going from you to Armin back and forth as you plucked one of Armin's pubes from your tongue "What the fuck?" He cursed frowning down at you and Armin. Guess he must've been that friend.

"So I take it you don't want your shit anymore?"

E. YEAGER

Eren felt just horrible.

He woke you up on his way out to get his morning coffee because he sucked at making coffee and he had customers later today so there was no way he could get through that without coffee. You knew this and knew how he'd try and sneak out without waking you up because he knew how much you hated waking up early and how you would insist on going with him because you didn't want to be alone.

So you were in the car with him still in your pajamas practically falling asleep in the passenger seat and he just felt horrible for that so he decided to make a little detour to give you a small pick-me-up.

Eren's hands gripped your hips harshly as his hips snapped into yours repeatedly as you moaned loudly "Unh! 'Ren!" You sputtered loudly your hands running down the tinted window looking for something to grip. Shit you were even going to grab onto the seatbelt, you were that desperate.

It was just so good, that you needed something to grab onto or bite onto.

"Still tired baby?" Eren asked as he leaned closer his chest pressing against your back as his cold hand trailed from your hip to up your shirt grouping gently as your back arched from the sudden coldness on your nipple.

You hated it when he was teasing you. Of course, you weren't tired. Not with his cold hands wandering all over your body and his hips continuously snapping into yours with noises of him sliding in and out echoing throughout the car.

You turned your head back to gaze at your boyfriend but with an especially hard thrust, your cheek pressed against the window "Ow! Eren!" You whined looking back at your long-haired boyfriend, he let out a small smile before pressing a small kiss on the nape of your neck.

"Sorry baby," Eren muttered trailing kisses from down your nape to down your spine, and his thrusts slowed a bit. Eren's apology was empty and meaningless, he probably meant to do it just to see the pout on your face.

Such a meanie.

The tickling of his wet kisses made a giggle escape your lips through moans and whines.

You looked down not wanting to soil the pitch-black seats, this car was so expensive...probably worth more than your entire life but Eren clearly didn't care from how he'd initiate shit like this almost every time you hopped in that car.

You didn't understand that. There'd always be a white stain on these seats and he looked like he didn't have a care in the world but oh let any of his customers touch that Octane Red paint on his car and all hell would break loose.

Guess you were just different huh? Special even. "You still need coffee or is this enough huh?"

C. SPRINGER

Connie absolutely adored you.

You were pretty, smart, and such a good fuck.

Soooo it was only right that he celebrated you getting a 100% on a test you've been studying for forever by giving you the best present ever right in the back of his hellcat<3

You were so pretty moaning under him laid out in the backseat, your face twisted with pleasure, sweat beads rolling down your forehead and drool dropping down from your lips to your chin from your mouth that refused to close and just kept spilling out more and more whines and moans.

Connie ran his hand down from your throat and to your bare stomach resting it there before pushing down gently earning a yelp from you. You couldn't even think straight, you'd used up all your brains on that test, and the little that was left, Connie was busy fucking it all out.

His strong smell of weed and cologne filled your nostrils along with the amazing and clean smell of his car, it just made everything more pleasurable for you.

"Look at me, bae." Connie cooed pressing down on your stomach again making your eyes shoot open and another loud whine escape from your throat.

"M' sorry!" You blabbered out your head nearly hitting the door over and over with Connie's thrusts, Connie's hand went to your face comfortingly "Don't apologize baby. Just wanna see yo' pretty eyes." The springer boy said with a reassuring smile on his face leaning down to press a kiss on the tip of your nose.

A small laugh escaped your lips from the tickling feeling as you gazed up at your boyfriend with such adoration and desire in your eyes as your hands came to hold onto the back of his neck "When we get home I'll give you more." Thoughts of what Connie could do popped into your head continuously as a smile formed on your face.

He could eat you out maybe? Maybe let you ride him? There were so many things he could do when this was over and he drove you two home.

Connie was a freak. There was no doubt about that, he liked some shit you'd never even heard of before you met him and was down for anything and everything which only made the possibilities of what he could do endless.

Connie leaned forward kissing you passionately as his thrusts got sloppier and harder. Your tongues fighting for dominance with his winning almost instantly earning a small chuckle from him but it stopped just as soon as it started as the kiss got deeper.

He was stealing the breaths from you with every thrust.

"Next time you get an A, we'll do it anywhere you want."

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     Felix felt very lucky he got to travel with his girlfriend everywhere. Tour, photo shoots, appearances, all of it. Even though they both were working during it. He enjoyed being able to just be around her before them. 

     He also loved watching her work. Only a few other times had he seen her full-on busy with anyone but him and he had to give a hand to her work. Being a makeup artist was more than he thought. He was used to just sitting down and getting it applied. 

     Y/n had come with him to one of his photoshoots for work, but Felix couldn’t help but admire his girlfriend in front of him. 

     “You’re staring again lix,” Y/n told him, running a spoolie through his brows. 

     “I like watching you work,” Felix smiled. 

     “I know you do,” Y/n smiled as she pulled away then pecked his lips. 

     Y/n turned to the vanity to grab something else before turning around to him again. Felix smiled at her and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her in between his legs. 

     Y/n tilted his head up a bit but didn't pay mind to him pulling her between his legs. It did make it a little harder for her to reach for things. Felix just used the time to admire his girlfriend. Watching her bite her lip when having to blend or tap on a product.

     “Look down for me babe,” Y/n said 

     Felix fixed his eyes down as she worked on the shadow. Just gave him a view of her boobs in the scoop-neck top. He smiled and gave a little chuckle.

     “What’s funny?” Y/n asked

     “Your boobs look good in that top,” Felix replied

     “Do they not always look good?” Y/n joked

     “They do. But I only really stare at them when you're doing my eye makeup,” Felix smiled

     Y/n turned to change the shadow color and when she turned back, Felix leaned forward and kissed her chest. 

     Y/n lifted his chin to her and he gave her another smile, wrapping both his arms around her and pulling her closer to him. 

     “Supposed to be working,” Y/n reminded him, settling her hands on his shoulders 

     “You deserve a break,” Felix pressed more kisses onto her chest, leading up to her neck. 

     “Time limit babe. This isn't a concert,” Y/n reminded him. 

     “Well, I can't go take photos hard either,” Felix argued

     “Fifteen minutes?” Y/n asked

     “Fifteen minutes,” Felix confirmed. 

     “Let me set you real quick,” Y/n said. Not trying to ruin her work so far. 

     Quickly grabbing her setting spray and then her fan to let it dry faster. Once she set them down, Felix got up from the chair and pinned her up against the vanity table. Immediately pressing his lips to hers. 

     Y/n happily kissed him back as she worked on unbuttoning his pants blindly. Felix’s hands snaked up under her shirt as he leaned forward more, pushing her back more. 

     “‘M so lucky you’re mine,” Felix mumbled against her lips as she slipped him out of his pants and boxers. 

     “Think it’s the other way around baby,” Y/n said, slowly pumping his cock

     “No,” Felix argued, “just how I said.”

     The idol pulled her off the vanity and turned her around to the mirror. Kissing along her neck and shoulders, “My pretty girl. Always working so hard.”

     His hands moved down to the waistband of her pants. Toying with the hem as he caught her eyes in the mirror. “Deserves the whole world,” Felix hummed in her ear.

     “Fuck me, please Lix,” Y/n whined as she grabbed his wrists. 

     “Anything for you darling.”

     Felix pushed her pants and panties down out of his way. Pressing himself up against her ass and slowly grinding into her, hands wandering her body as he kissed her neck. “Lean forward for me pretty.”

     Y/n placed her hands on the vanity and leaned forward. She watched her boyfriend in the mirror as he leaned back and positioned himself. She shuddered as she felt his tips swiping between her wet folds. She didn't realize just how wet she was till he was sliding into her. 

     “Shit,” Y/n whined as he grabbed onto her waist. 

     “Promise I’ll eat you out when we get home, love,” Felix said behind her, “Always so good for me.”

     She felt his hands pushing up her shirt before he was fully inside her. Felix pulled her back to his chest, hands pushing her shirt up over her chest, and cupped her breasts. He was gently massaging them as he pulled back and thrusted back in. 

     “Need to give you a reward for working so hard,” Felix moaned into her ear as his hips met the swell of her ass.

     “Faster Lix,” Y/n whined, grabbing his hands and bringing one of them down to her clit. 

     “Anything for you darling. Don’t need to ask.”

     Felix picked up his pace. Bending her over a bit and settling their hands on the desk. Running circles into her clit as quickly as he could. His eyes flicked up to the mirror. Seeing her hang her head low and biting her lip. Just hearing small little whines and breaths from her. 

     “Wanna hear you, my love. Hear all those pretty noises you make just for me,” Felix growled in her ear. 

     “Fuck,” Y/n moaned, “so good lix.”

     Y/n clenched around his cock making him whine. Pumping his cock faster into her, trying to beat their time limit. 

     “Don’t worry about making me cum lix,” Y/n told him. 

     “Always make you cum though,” Felix reminded her

     “Later, bub. Still have work,”

     “I’ll make it up to you,” Felix kissed her cheek, rutting into her till he reached his high. He shot up into her till he couldn’t anymore. 

     “I love you so much,” Felix mumbled into her skin as he took his hand off her clit and gripped the edge of the table. 

     “I love you too baby. Let’s get you ready, then you can make good on your promise, ‘kay?”

     “M’kay,” Felix mumbled. Slowly pulling out of her. He put himself back in his pants and sat in the chair again. Watching his girlfriend fix herself. Pulling her bottoms up and top down. Turning back to him with a makeup brush in hand and finishing up his eye makeup.

     Y/n sent him off to change after fixing his hair a bit. Y/n took a proper break before fixing things for her on-set bag— brushes, powders, etc. Meeting him on the set. Waiting behind the cameras and chatted quietly with his hairstylist. 

     Occasionally having to fix a few things on him between takes. Going through outfit changes and readjusting things on him. It took a good few hours before they were done. Another staff member handed Felix some water before everyone went to pack up. 

     Felix slipped into the room again after the hair team had packed up and left for the day. Finding his girlfriend sitting and packing up her makeup train. Felix closed the door behind him and locked it before making his way over to her. “Alright baby?” he asked as he wrapped her arms around her shoulders.

     “Yeah, feet hurt,” Y/n told him, looking up at him.

     “Come here,” Felix took her hand and led her over to the small couch.

     “Lix,” Y/n sighed

     “Still owe you an orgasm baby,” Felix sat her down on the couch before kneeling in front of her.

     “Don’t wanna go home yet?” Y/n asked, spreading her legs for him to sit between them comfortably. 

     “Not yet,” Felix smiled, kissing the inside of her clothed thighs.

     He kissed his way up to her lips again. Slowly kissing her as his hands ran along her thighs. Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck, lips moving in sync with his. Felix moved his hands up under her shirt again. He lifted it over her chest before pulling away from her lips and trailing down to her neck.

     Moving down slowly and making sure to kiss every bit of her skin. “My pretty girl. Working so hard,” Felix muttered into her skin. 

     He pulled her breasts out of the cups of her bra, gently folding the fabric as his lips made their way down. One hand kneaded one of her breasts while his lips kissed the other. Slowly working his way down to her nipple. Y/n gently threaded her fingers through his hair as his lips wrapped around the bud. 

     Switching between both buds. Giving them equal amounts of attention, muttering praises against her skin. Taking his time on her breasts as she whimpered above him. 

     Felix slowly moved down, kissing her stomach while he left her nipples slick with his spit. The cooler air of the building kept them hard while she whined. 

     The idol wrapped his fingers under the hem of her pants and pulled them down with her panties again. Pulling them down to her shoes and jumping to kiss her thighs while he pulled her closer to the edge of the couch. 

     “So fucking pretty,” Felix whimpered into her skin, “All mine.”

     “Lix,” Y/n whined

     Felix nodded and maneuvered her legs to be wrapped around him before he licked a strip from her entrance to her sensitive clit. Tasting the hint of saltiness from his cum. 

     He moaned at the taste and went in for more. Wrapping his lips around her and pushed his tongue into her. Y/n tugged lightly at his hair as he gripped the top of her thighs. Fucking his tongue in and out of her for a few moments before pulling out and wrapping his lips around her sensitive clit. 

     Flicking the nerves with the tip of his tongue while he moved one hand down between her legs. Pushing two fingers into her as he played with her clit. Pumping his fingers in and out of her at a steady pace. Y/n bit her lip to hide her moans. Not knowing if anyone was outside the door but not wanting to draw attention if they were. 

     Y/n clenched around his fingers as he flattened his rough tongue against her clit. A higher-pitched whine came out of her mouth. Felix sucked harder on her clit as her moaning fell into his ears. Encouraging him to do more. 

     Pushing up against her walls while moving them in and out of her. Y/n arched her back towards him before falling back against the couch. Feeling her high approaching quickly and tugged more of his hair. Felix moaned into her clit and Y/n underestimated just how close her orgasm was till it washed over her.

     Throwing her head back as Felix helped her ride her high through. He pulled his fingers out of bed and cleaned her up with his tongue once he was sure she was finished. The tip of his tongue rubbed against her walls while his eyes looked up at her. 

     “Taste good, baby?” Y/n giggled, seeing his eyes full of love and lust. 

     Felix gave her a small nod before he pulled away and cleaned off his fingers. “How about we go home now, baby? Have some more fun there?” Y/n suggested to which he quickly agreed. Fixing her clothing as quickly as he could and helped her finish packing up. 

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Coachelly, Baby!

Summary:  Mingi gets the call of his beloved girlfriend going into labor. While he's performing at coachella on the big sahara stage between two songs. Will he make it to the hospital in time?

Genre: fluff

Pairing: dad!mingi x fem!reader

Word Count:  1566

Warnings: none? mentions of pregnant reader (water breaks and labor mentioned)

networks: @mirohs-aurora-society

[note: the purple bold italic text is spoken english, every other spoken word is koreanthis is part of a mini-series for dad!ateez]

HJ, SH, YH, YS, S, MG, WY, JH

© by bethelighthalazia. Do not repost, copy or translate. Unless stated otherwise, those works are mine and born from my own ideas. I don't have any claim on the mentioned real existing Idols whatsoever.

Mingi and you had not planned any of this. Of course, both of you were completely in love with each other, and Mingi already had gotten a ring to propose to you, but then, all of a sudden, life happened. It wasn't supposed to be a big thing, neither of you would have thought that this little quickie you two had backstage on their tour, yet a month after that, you had been staring at the positive pregnancy test. Mingi had accompanied you to the doctors and they also confirmed: You´re pregnant. 

Now, almost ten months later, you were sitting in the hotel room in LA. Your best friend, one of ATEEZ´s staff members, is lounging on the sofa. She actually had been on vacation, but didn´t want to leave you alone while the boys were performing on the Sahara stage. so, that's how the both of you ended up in the hotel room, when you felt it. A sharp pain caused you to curl forwards a little, Seonghwa´s Switch dropping from your hands. You knew this pain, fake contractions were normal in the last weeks already, but this time, it felt different. 

“Fuck…I need Mings-” You groan, feeling the wetness of the sofa and your sweatpants. Your water broke. Your friend quickly grabbed the bag that you had prepared and helped you up to lead you down into the foyer of the hotel, where one of Mingi´s bodyguards already waited to bring you to the hospital. You vehemently refused to call an ambulance, yet your legs gave up on the way to the car and the bodyguard quickly caught you, carrying you the last few steps. “Mingi- I need my Mingi!” You repeated, tears in your eyes while you tried to be strong and hold back. The ride to the hospital was quick, only a few blocks down the street from the hotel you stayed in. Unfortunately, since neither your best friend, nor the bodyguard were family, they weren't allowed to accompany you inside. Although, when you basically screamed at the nurses, they did let your best friend come with you. 

A few miles away, Mingi and the others just finished the second to last song and Hongjoong was talking to ATINY and the crowd again. That's when Mingi´s eyes went wide, because through the earpiece, he heard staff tell the group what happened. For a moment, they all were frozen in place, seven pairs of eyes directed at Mingi, who just stood there, mouth agape. “Aish! She really couldn't have waited?!” Wooyoung joked, trying to lessen the tension a little, but in that moment ATINY cheered loudly. Mingi had not kept the news of your pregnancy a secret, he was very open about it, but never revealed your name or picture, to keep you safe, of course. Before any of them could really do anything, the music for the last song started and they all performed Wonderland. Even though their thoughts were with you, Ateez performed fierce and powerful once again and, before the last note actually finished, Mingi ran off the stage. He didn't even stop to get changed, only grabbing Hongjoong´s arm, dragging him to the car to make them drive him to the hospital where you were having his babies.

During the drive, Mingi was basically vibrating on the seat, still feeling the high from the performance mixed with the excitement and anxiety of the infamous ‘dad-panic’. “Hey!” Hongjoong yelled after the fourth attempt to get the younger one´s attention, causing him to look quite startled. “Calm down, she's in the best hands. We´re almost there, Mingi-ah. Take a deep breath, okay? You can't rush in there and cause Y/nie to get even more stressed than she already is, okay?” The captain said calmly and gave his younger member a worried glance every now and then while also focusing on the road. “What if i´m too late? She´ll be upset with me…I promised to be there for her during birth.” Mingi mumbled under his breath, his fingers drumming the dashboard of the car. When Hongjoong parked the car, Mingi already jumped out before the engine was turned off, drawing a chuckle from the captain. The older male also got out and quickly followed Mingi, which was easy, since he towered over most of the people there. 

“Song Y/n, where Song Y/n?” The blonde asked, almost climbing over the counter to take a look at the registry himself, because the nurse was just staring at Mingi. Who could blame her though, he was in the full coachella attire after all, mic monitor and all still attached to him. Stepping in to pull Mingi back, Hongjoong took over the talking, Mingi´s english too butchered by his excitement. “We´re looking for my friend´s girlfriend, Y/l/n /Y/n.” The captain said, after all, you weren't married yet, but the nurse looked a little confused. “Uhm, we only have Song Y/n here, her friend put in the information while Miss Song was rushed to the maternity unit. Just follow the hallway down there and wait there please.” The nurse explained, even gesturing for Hongjoong and Mingi to follow the signs and hallways. The short male didn't have much time to thank the nurse, already being dragged after Mingi, who had spotted your best friend waiting for you. When the two men joined your best friend, Mingi was not able to sit down though, your bestie quickly helped Mingi to take off his earpieces and the microphone monitor when the doors swung open.

“Who's the father?” Another nurse asked, looking at Hongjoong, who nudged Mingi forward a bit, and Mingi was led to you. When he stepped in though, he froze in the doorway, looking at you with his usual boba-eyed pout. “I- I missed it?” He asked, the adorable expression on his face completely opposite to his rockstar outfit. You just smiled at him, your hair sticking to the sweaty skin and you looked exhausted, but to him, you always would be the most beautiful being in the world. That is, until his gaze shifted when he noticed movement on your chest. Very slowly, Mingi stepped closer, leaning in to kiss your lips before looking at the small bundles in your arms. Hold on, bundles? There was more than one moving bundle, but that would mean-

“M- more than one?” His voice was quiet, slightly hoarse as he tried to stay calm. You just nodded, watching him very carefully take one of the bundles out of your arms as he sat down on the edge of the bed. “A boy and a girl.” You whispered, seeing the smile on his lips grow wide, unable to hold back his tears as he held his newborn daughter in his arms, her whole body almost fitting into his hands only. “Welcome to the world, ChanHee and Yujin…” With a choked chuckle, Mingi kissed the baby's forehead gently, your son instinctively grabbing your finger as you carefully poked his nose. After a while, the door to your room opened again and the other seven members came in, Hongjoong and Seonghwa had talked to them beforehand to not be too loud and to behave, or else they´d be in trouble. 

The moment they laid eyes on the babies, Seonghwa and San couldn't stop themselves, tears running down their faces already. “You know…I do hope they'll grow to look more like you, Y/nie, and not like Mingi-'' Wooyoung said in a teasing manner, but is soon shut up by Jongho, who drags his hyung out of the room again. The captain congratulated you and Mingi, he even snuck in a bag with your favorite treats, and then shushed and hurried the others out again as well, so you and Mingi could enjoy parenthood for now. 

“I´m sorry, jagi…I really came as fast as I could, but-” “Mingi, please. You are here now, and that's what counts.” You cut him off, smiling gently at him, the babies by now laying in their cribs next to the bed. Mingi had taken off the jacket he wore and replaced it with a plain black shirt, so he couldn't possibly hurt you or the babies with the zipper and buttons of his jacket. You had made him lay down on the bed and cuddle with you, needing his warmth and comfort now, while he had asked you about almost every detail of the birth. It wasn't really the most casual talk, yet you did try to tell him everything, even though it mostly felt like a blur for yourself. It didn't take long for your head to drop against his chest while talking, the exhaustion finally taking over your body as you fell asleep. Mingi however felt wide awake, holding you tightly and peppering you with kisses. He felt so grateful that you walked into his life and now even blessed him with the two most beautiful babies. With a smile on his face, he carefully climbed out of the bed when Yujin started to make sounds. He very gently lifted her out of the crib and rocked her in his arms, humming the melody of Wonderland, the first melody that came to mind, to make her fall asleep again, a content smile on his face when he looked at his son and then you, his wonderful little family. 

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Disrespectful

Chapter Two

After that interaction, London tried her best to create some distance between her and Roman. She would avoid his calls, texts messages and if she did finally get back to him, she would decline any outing he would invite her to.

She didn’t trust herself around him. She knew the longer she kept herself around him, the more she would want to jump his bones. The little moment between them made her feel like a horny teenager all over again. She had no business at her big ass age of 34, dry humping another man against the wall like she was some 16 year old virgin. And even though that’s all that they did; she couldn’t shake the memory away.

The way he held her up against the wall with ease, the way he grunted and groaned softly in her ear, and especially the way he demanded that she cum for him. Every time the thought entered her mind, It made her body shiver with want.

And that’s where her problem lied. She knows that she wants Roman; no matter how many times she tries to push it to the back of her head.

“You can’t keep avoiding him, London. Be a grown up and tell that man you need your space.” London’s sister, Nora, advised.

“I don’t have to do anything but be black and die when the time comes Nora. If I don’t want to talk to Roman right now, then I’m not. What we did at that party - his wife’s party no less - was a mistake. We’re both happly married and it needs to stay like that.”

“London, you’ve been with James since forever. Don’t you think this is your body telling you to venture out and try new things?”

“James is a good man Nora. I’m not going to ruin my relationship with my husband just because I’m feeling like I want a quick fix somewhere else.”

Nora rolled her eyes. “Girl, if James was beating the pussy up like he supposed to be doing, you wouldn’t have ran off with Roman in the first place. Then you ran off to go dry hump that man, bitch you ain’t never heard of no quickie?”

“Nora-“

“Bitch I’m being serious. If you was gonna step out anyway, you might as well have went out with a bang. Vibrator to the clit while he hitting it from the back & that 20 minutes could’ve been a whole fuckin round.”

Images immediately flashed through her mind as she thought about it. Her dress bunched up at her waist as he thrusted inside of her at a quick pace. Bodies close together so he could keep the vibrator to her clit and she could practically hear his voice in her ear. “I barely even started and look at you about to cum for me.”

London let out a sad sigh. Her sister’s didn’t help her with trying to push Roman to the back of her mind. If anything, Nora kept trying to push her straight into Roman’s arms.

“If I see him, I’m going to fuck him.” She admitted and Nora shrugged.

“So do that. James will always be here and who knows; maybe this is just a phase and you need him out of your system. Whatever the case may be, I say go for it.”

“You’re not even trying to give me good advice Nora. You keep telling me to cheat on my husband.”

“You already cheated girl and I wasn’t there to tell you that. You cheated emotionally and physically, you might as well just go all the way.”

Her sister’s words echoed in her head and she thought about it for a second, what it would really feel like to go all the way with Roman. She just knew he would snatch her breath away. She could almost feel him, a picturesque expression on his face as he took her hair into his hands pulling it towards him to stop her from hiding her moans. Damn…. She really did see it and even though she yearned to fall into temptation, London decides that she was going to stand on business.

She had a husband for everything she thinks she wants Roman for. She also decided that since she was going to be the woman she promised to be as a wife, she was going to throw herself into her work. What better way to distract herself from temptation than to work?

But Roman though? He was getting tired of waiting on London. He considered himself a realist - if he was going to be cheating on his wife, he was going to fulfill all the fantasies he had about London. They’ve tried to deny their sexual attraction towards each other for almost two years now; if she didn’t want him the same way he wants her then what happened two weeks ago wouldn’t have transpired. So after being ignored for two weeks, Roman decides he’s had enough. If London didn’t want to see him, so be it. Now he was going to go see her…. and with how distant she’s been he knew exactly where to find her.

"Mrs. Murphey, we have a Mr. Heyman downstairs waiting for you. He says it’s an emergency." Mariah states as she walks into London’s office. London lets out a tired sigh; she knew she didn’t have long before he started sending his minions to do his dirty work.

"Tell him I’m busy." London responds to her without even lifting her head to acknowledge her assistant. She didn’t really have time to entertain that bullshit today.

"Don’t seem that busy to me." She heard from where her assistant stood and her head snapped up to see Roman standing behind Mariah. And poor Mariah, she really tried her best, bless her heart but she knew when it came to Roman himself, he was going to finesse his way up here one way or another.

"Um sir you can’t be he-" Mariah tried to speak but Roman cut her off, keeping his dark brown orbs locked on London.

"You ready to talk to me like an adult?" He questioned. Mariah looked between the two of them, obviously sensing the tension but if her boss said she was busy, then she needed to get rid of this Mr. Heyman guy.

"Sir, you can’t be here. I’m going to have to ask you to leave or else I’m going to have security escort you out the building." Mariah warned. Roman stared at the younger woman in front of him with a blank face for a couple of seconds before laughing in her face.

"Okay lady, if you could close the door behind you, that would be great." He instructed, walking right past her to stand in front of London’s desk.

London finally snapped out of it when she got her over her feeling of shock from seeing him. "You don’t get to walk in here and tell my employees what to do. In this building, there’s only one person who runs it and that’s me." She enforced, getting up from her seat to glare at him. "Just like I can’t walk in yours and start telling Paul what to do."

"London-" Roman tried to speak again but was cut off by London’s assistant again.

"Um… Sir, you still need to leave."

"You can close the door behind you Mariah, you can leave. Let everyone know that I’m in a meeting and will be available afterwards. Come find me in 30 minutes." London instructed

"An hour." Roman replies, and this time he raises an eyebrow, challenging her to see if he wouldn’t keep her for the hour.

The two stared at each other for a while in silence, both of them challenging the other. London knew herself, an hour alone with Roman and she would be stepping out of her marriage. She also didn’t want him to think he had any power over her with his dumbass suggestion of having an hour of her time instead of 30. And as much as she didn’t want to admit it, the longer they glared at each other, waiting for the other to succumb in defeat, her sister’s words were ringing in her head.

"Maybe this is just a phase and you need him out of your system."

London finally rolled her eyes in defeat, turning to look at Mariah; "An hour. And not a second less."

When Mariah left, Roman let his eyes roam around her office. "You’ve been cooped up in here, I bet."

"What are you doing here Roman?" London asked getting straight to the point.

"You haven’t been texting me back for a while. So if you don’t want to talk over the phone, you definitely want to talk in person." Roman turned his head back to face London. "I can’t get you out of my head London, I keep hearing you cry out for me and when I try to call you to … talk… you don’t even pick up."

"Because you’re married Roman. To Tiara, not me. What we did a couple of weeks ago was a mistake. It shouldn’t have happened."

"If that were the case, you wouldn’t have worn the panties I bought for you."

The room got silent, energy in the room changing as they stared each other down. London really didn’t want to fall into this trap. That’s what Roman was, coming in here with his tight collared shirt and slacks just to tempt her. A walking fucking trap.

“You could’ve just walked in wearing anything; But you didn’t.” Roman started, walking around the desk in slow calculated steps. Like a predator stalking its prey.

London watched him, and she couldn’t move even if she wanted to; it seemed as if her feet were glued to floor the closer Roman got to her. “You wore my dress and you put on those pretty panties just for me. It wasn’t a mistake… you wanted to cum for me that night; tell me I’m lying.”

With Roman standing right in front of her, she couldn’t really think. His scent was clouding her senses, she should be moving away from him, fighting her temptation. But he was telling the truth, she wanted him that night. Still wants him, she just doesn’t know how to go about it.

“Roman.” She whispered out but Roman didn’t want to listen to anything she had to say unless it was her crying out for him again.

“Tell me.” He demanded quietly, his hands moving to hold onto her waist to pull her into him. A gasp slipped through her lips, her eyes closing when she felt his nose trailing up her neck.

He planted a kiss under her ear before whispering in her ear, “Tell me you wanna cum for me London and I can make that happen for you.” He rasped out.

And she could practically hear Nora now.

Bitch stop fighting and fuck him already!

It was obvious Roman wanted her just as bad as she wanted him, and London was a weak woman.

“Make it happen then.” She replied almost challengingly and it caused Roman to smirk against her skin because he came on a mission.

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"Fuucckkk" She loudly moaned when he pushed himself back into her. Legs on his shoulders with his hands holding onto to the back of her thighs. The immense feeling made her forget she was still in her office, where if anyone got close enough, they could hear her. But Roman didn’t give a single fuck. And when he leaned forward, pressing his body closer to hers, which pushed her legs closer to her chest making it easier to get deeper she couldn’t help but get lost in the pleasure.

Loud moans were flying out of her mouth, and Roman’s eyes stared down into her with a dark look in them. She knew exactly what he was doing, that look told her everything she needed to know. He was trying to find her spot, with no other intensions other than abusing it until she was cumming in waves for him.

"You done runnin’ from me?" He asked tauntingly, and she knew he wasn’t talking about running from him during the activity they were currently partaking in. He wanted her to give into him every single time they had the chance to be like this.

He slid his hands down her thighs and pushed them down as close to her chest as they could get, looking down between them to watch his dick slide in and out of her enjoying the small white ring of cream she left coated on him. He slowed down his pace purposefully to sew how loud she would get whenever he hit somewhere new. London couldn’t remember the last time she felt like this.

She tried to bite onto her lower lip to keep from screaming every time he went in deeper. Muffled moans came from her, nails denting his skin as she latched onto his back. Roman looked back up to watch her, eyes squinting as he studied her expressions and slightly moved to the left to hit a new area. He felt her clench around him and watched her eyes water from that specific spot. Found it

"Ouuu shit." She cried out.

"Right there?" He questioned as if he didn’t already know.

"Yesss, right there." Roman started moving against it, poking at her spot faster and faster as he let one of her thighs go and slid his hands up her stomach and breasts until he reached her neck. She let another loud moan as he loosely squeezed her neck.

"You never answered my question, you done runnin’ from me?"

London wrapped her arm around the leg he let go so she wouldn’t be so sore, she was so lost in the pleasure she almost didn’t hear him. "Huh?" He questioned, as he kept poking at her spot even harder now staring right into her eyes. She kept eye contact, responding by moaning louder and nodding her head.

"I can’t hear you, you done runnin’ from me London? Huh? When I ask you to come see me, you gon come see me right?" He asked, squeezing her neck a little tighter as he thrusted even faster.

He could’ve asked her for the world in the same moment and she would’ve agreed to give it to him. That’s how good he was making her feel.

Tears spilled from her eyes as she felt her stomach tightened and she clenched down on him. "Yessss, I’m done runnin’ Roman Please."

"Please what? Tell me."

"I-" She was cut off by her own loud moan, feeling her eyes roll to the back of her head. Roman continued to relentlessly pound into her, pushing to make her cum for the fourth and final time.

"C’mon baby, beg for that shit." He teased, enjoying the mess he was leaving her in. This was what he wanted to do to her the first time and he was glad he was able to redeem himself. The only thing that could be heard were their heavy breathing, her constant moaning and their skin clapping against each other’s.

"Please. D-don’t stop please" She stuttered out as she felt her legs start to shake; she was on the verge of cumming again - this time she knew it was going to me much more intense then the last one.

"You gon cum for me?" And he really didn’t need to ask, she placed her hand on his stomach to try to get him to slow down. Roman let go of her neck and quickly used his thumb to rub on her clit as he hit her spot over and over again. Her hand slipped from his stomach and she tapped on the desk, she couldn’t hold it anymore.

At the sight of her literally tapping out, he smirked and it did nothing but boost his ego. "Go head baby, cum for me." He permitted and with a silent scream she let her body arch off her desk and came all over him. He let out a groan at how tight she clenched around him and quickly pulled out of her and stroked himself with a few pumps and emptied himself on top of her; staking his claim.

If cheating on his wife felt like this - he didn’t give a damn about the consequences.

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[save-the-villainous-cat]

a touch starved hero x a flirty villain who teases them about how they lean into their touch 😈 (ps. this is the first ask I've sent you, may I be 🍒 anon? if that's taken then 🍇 or 🧋? lmk <3)

“This doesn’t seem appropriate,” the villain whispered. Although the content of their words might have suggested otherwise, they weren’t concerned. At least, that’s what their smirk told the hero.

“Am I a shitty hero for saying I don’t care about that?” They leaned down to let their lips ghost over the villain’s neck. In a sense, it was warfare. They wanted the villain to make the first real move, so the hero could say later that it wasn’t their fault. That they had been seduced. That it hadn’t been them, the hero, who had wanted to sleep with the enemy.

They needed that kind of excuse, they needed to play dirty because, simply put, this was getting ridiculous. Their constant dreams and their stupid thoughts got in the way of everything. Whatever the villain had done to them, they needed them to finish it.

“Nah. It makes you quite attractive actually,” the villain said. Their hand found the hero’s lower back and they pushed gently, trying to get the hero to sit on their hips. Eventually, the hero did sit down but they wanted to be more provocative. They wanted the villain to actually start. “I just wish this could be more romantic.”

“I didn’t know you’re a romantic.”

“Well…” Instead of going further down the hero’s spine, the villain’s finger went up and stopped at their shoulder blades. The hero wanted to curse.

It wasn’t right, they knew that. They weren’t supposed to be attracted to their nemesis. They had hoped they could sleep with them once and get it out of their system, but fate didn’t seem to be that kind.

In reality, they had hoped some flaw in the villain could make them back off and lose all their feelings for them. But there was nothing.

The hero didn’t understand.

“…it’s our first time. I would have loved to take you out to dinner first.”

The villain hummed when they pulled the hero against their chest. It definitely came closer to satisfying the hero. They were lying on top of the villain completely now.

Admittedly, they were probably as red as a tomato. Their face was hot and their pulse was going crazy. They needed more.

They needed to touch the villain.

“Some quickie after a gala…” the villain said as their gaze dropped to the hero’s lips, “…that’s not really what you deserve.”

“Oh…”

“Hmm.” The villain combed through the hero’s hair with their fingers. Their other hand gently traced the little veins in their wrist. “Or am I wrong?”

“Please, just…” The hero couldn’t help but lean against the villain’s hand when it traveled from their neck to their face.

How was the villain so warm? How were they so soft? It didn’t make sense. They were supposed to be a source of chaos, a violent and cruel person…

“I wish you could come closer but I’m afraid there isn’t much space left,” the villain said. Their voice was suggestive enough to embarrass the hero.

Because, sadly, this close wasn’t close enough.

“If you have any solutions to that, I’d be grateful if you could guide me.” And then, the villain laughed.

“Oh, no, sweetheart. We’re not gonna play like that. I know what you’re doing. If you want me to do anything tonight, you have to initiate.” Again, their eyes dropped to the hero’s lips and the hero could’ve cursed them.

“You’re evil.”

“You’ve been all over me tonight. Touching my back all the time? My forearms? Trying to hold my hand? You clearly want me. Now take me.” The hero was fully aware of their burning face. They could barely keep eye contact. On the other hand, the villain seemed totally relaxed, completely calm.

“…did you mean that? That you would’ve liked to take me out to dinner?”

“That’s what you’re worried about?” the villain asked.

“I thought all I wanted was to sleep with you. But maybe it’s more. Oh fuck.” The hero sat up on the villain’s hips. Maybe this was more. Maybe they couldn’t just sleep with the villain and call it a day.

What a stupid, stupid thing.

“Listen.” The villain rubbed the hero’s thigh. “If you want this tonight, you kiss me first and I oblige. If you want to go out first, I’m free tomorrow. It’s your call.”

“Is this some game?” the hero asked.

“Maybe.” They smiled. “You have to find out for yourself, I suppose.”

Stupidly, the hero had never been this attracted to anyone.

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A quick meal

cw: shameless smut, no use of y/n, female anatomy for reader, desk sex, dirty talk, slightly rough(-ish)? perhaps??

word count: 1,5k

eng is not my first language, please inform me if you spot any mistakes!

Viktor always knew it’s what inside that counts. And so he counted. Every rich moan escaping your mouth, every squelch of the fondly fingered pussy — it’s every prominence, fold and flexure, and, of course — exactly how much pressure you prefer on your clit. Well, at least that explanation was the only reasonably-appearing one to you, because how the hell did he know how to make you cream his fingers in coats of delicious stickiness in exactly few minutes, the stretch of them so qualitative your throbbing walls could easily accept his cock with little to no effort put into penetration. He must have used an ungodly amount of diligence to develop this specific technique just for you — his precious, lecherous sweetheart. Your whimpers are a devil on his shoulder, distracting him from being a stern, dispassionate about anything except for his research man. That little temptation invited him into the warmth of your precious core instead. It kept luring in, filling his genius mind with dreamy filth. Besides: it’s so much better to be buried within the tightness of your cunt than within the loneliness of his lab, untouched and craving you in his arms so desperately. No, he most certainly would prefer the first option.

“Relax,” sultry whisper teases your ear, while the free from fucking into you hand crawled up, preliminarily teasing the swell of each breast on its way to your throat — to be wrapped around it like a pretty collar, securely tight, not firm enough to actually hurt, but to rather keep you in place, adding to the thrill, to the longing.

He rarely fucks you like this. Viktor’s never been a huge fan of quickies — he’s a taster at heart, thorough and passionate — a sloppy kiss here, a teasing lick there — working you up even when it’s not needed anymore, for the sake of pure entertainment — more his than yours, to be completely honest, but he would never willingly admit to that.

He likes to savour you, like a fresh fruit one’s supposed to eat slowly — painfully so, even, memorising the flavour in explicit detail, letting it engrave into the taste receptors.

But there’s cyanide even in the finest peaches. Eat too many — and you’re incapable of consuming anything anymore, death plastered across your gourmand-face. It takes around fifteen peach pits to kill a curious starved soul, after all.

So tonight Viktor stays away from the cyanide. He’s had enough ravishing for now, turning a solid number of your previous intercourses into love-making. He’s eager, and he’s treating you like a quick meal — totally different from his usual ‘eat-you up-like-you’re-the main course’ demeanour. Not that you mind, of course. Dining hastily has its charms too.

“Keep your legs spread for me,” the gentle demand continues to sting your ear, and as much as you’d love to comply — you simply can’t, trembling knees doing you no favours, allowing no small mercies.

“Darling?” he repeats, the sharpness of his ‘r’ a scrumptious scratch to your brain, turning you into a mess — nearly irreparable, matching the one you’ve turned his desk into once he bent you over it, capturing tightly between his erection and the hard wooden edge, kindly depriving you off the worries about your clothes getting in the way. So thoughtful of him.

Rolled up skirt rests on your lower back, exposing the plumpness of soft hips — so grabable, they’re practically begging for his attention, but he’s reluctant to pull the long fingers out of you just yet. You’re clenching around them so perfectly, blessing him with the privilege of feeling your every twitch.

The presence of your underwear doesn’t concern you anymore — it’s wrapped around your ankles, pretty lace occasionally tickling the skin, reminding of the abrupt harshness Viktor’s sinewy hands had ripped them off you with. So brusque when it comes to fucking you from behind that a mere touch feels rougher than the deepest of thrusts. Your pussy might be able to take him without turning into a mess, but your sanity? You wish he’d left you some, just the tiniest bit to at least obey him easily.

But not all wishes were meant to be fulfilled.

You mewl something hopelessly illegible as your words drown in your own moan, lewd sounds of his fingers parting the swollen folds of an already spent cunt louder than your actual voice. And suddenly body language is not a figurative concept anymore.

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” the kind threat encourages hoarsely. “Or should I spread them for you?”

You can only squeeze out a nod. Viktor releases your neck with a sympathetic chuckle, and a deft hand grabs at your left calf, helping a trembling leg to step out of the damp lingerie, leaving it completely forgotten and lonely on the floor. You’ll collect it later: if only the dirty-minded inventor lets you, of course. Which was highly doubtful, since tucking your undergarments into a pocket of his dresspants started to really grow on him lately. The possibility of obstaclessly fucking you over another surface once you’re in private again is too tempting to be pushed away so fast.

You fall on his desk, cold wood a tough pillow to your flushed cheek. However the loving hand stroking at your flesh doesn’t move to proceed with complaisant ministrations on your right limb. The buckle of his belt jingles, unfastening, negligently joining your underwear on the floor. You quirk an inquisitive eyebrow, putting a rather pathetic effort into propping yourself up, searching for an explanation to his movements. But a rough palm falls on your lower back with a thump, firmly pacifying, practically smacking.

“Don’t move, dear,” he hisses, pulling his fingers out of you right before you got the chance to cum all over them. Scarily rigorous again. And vicious. But you don’t say that. It’s not like you’re able to talk coherently anyway.

Something — which you suspect to be his foot — persistently forces your legs out of the way, sprawling you more for his hungry gaze. The toe of his shoe roughly kisses each one of your heels, spreading you open, just as he’d promised.

“How rude!” you exclaim, voice dripping with fake resentment.

“Rude?” he laughs, and the next thing you feel is a caring peck on a shoulder, the sweet heat of his breath back where it belongs — teasing the shell of your ear. “Well, please excuse me this one whim, but can you really blame me? Besides, I suppose my… barbarism happened to be quite efficient.”

His tip is pressed against your entrance, slowly working its way inside, brushing a puffy labia on its way. You’re sure it’s leaking with precum for you already — it might be impossible to feel through the lavish wetness seeping out of you, but you know Viktor good enough to be certain of pearly bitterish liquid breaking out of his slit.

You don’t lack his fingers anymore — not when you’re about to be so much more palpably filled, the thickness of his cock irreplaceable with any amount of his phalanxes. An unsolved mystery for both of you. The one leading you to an embarrassingly primitive statement — whatever it is so special about him keeps you coming back for more.

“There was no need to be so ill-mannered. I could have spread my legs just perfectly fine,” you mutter a shameless lie, already expecting a protest.

“And from my expertise you weren’t exactly competent,” Viktor mocks with a tortuously handsome smirk, and you make a fatal mistake of looking over your shoulder right when his narrow hips thrust into yours, his length splitting you with a delicious burn. It takes away the remnants of your stamina. “Because trust me, I can tell when one’s incapable of standing on their own feet — let alone moving properly. Coming from an adept, figuratively speaking.”

He bends lower, warm dry lips pressed to the glistening sweat on your temple. He doesn’t rush to have his way with you anymore, hand found peace on your chin, tilting up, gently forcing a thumb into the open mouth. You greet it with a needy bite, a wordless plea to convince him to finally start pounding into you, to satisfy the body lusting for his steady thrusts.

“You’re quivering,” Viktor notes with a pensive hum. “Shall I proceed? You look like you’re in more need of a cane than I am, my darling. So wobbly.”

The plea-bite on his thumb quickly turns into a menacing one. Canine pierces the skin, earning a muffled against the mess of your hair ‘ouch’, demanding the heartily craved resumption.

“Am I pinned like this forever or are you done with the fucking drollery?”

A sultry laugh caresses your ear, and the throbbing cock inside you slips almost all the way out, leaving you clenching purely around the bulging tip.

“Save the swearing,” utters the pretty tempter.

A rough roll of his hips into yours. Ass bounces off his pelvis, the slap of skin against skin loud and resonant, mingling with your desperate gasp just perfectly. Has you seeing numerous sparks, mouth drops open in a breathless ‘yes’.

“That vocabulary is only appropriate for an orgasm.”

[deakyjoe]

Southern Charm

Pairing: Phillip Graves x Reader (afab, she/her, use of “girl”)

Category: smut

Summary: You’re supposed to hate him but you just can’t resist that southern charm.

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, unprotected p in v sex (one day I’ll get characters to use a condom), creampie, vaginal fingering, biting, grinding/dry humping, thigh riding, pet names (good girl, naughty girl, darlin’), praise & degradation kink, quickie, cum eating, slight choking, Graves is a bit of a dick but we love him, slight dom!Graves, slight sub!Reader, slight slut-shaming, jealousy

Word count: 3k (how did that happen?)

A/N: That’s my pookie. He can do no wrong. He has committed many atrocities. I want him to wreck me.

Consider buying me a coffee :)

You didn't know how you'd ended up here.

Well, you did. But you were in denial.

You knew you were supposed to dislike him, considering the rest of the team did. Slimy. Untrustworthy. Suspicious. Creepy. Dodgy. Sinister. Menacing. Sly. All words that had been used to describe the man. And you agreed with every single one of them but just couldn't find it in yourself to feel the same way they did, and maybe that did make you loathe him a little. How was he so irresistible to you?

He had just waltzed in, all charming smiles and inviting voice, and expected to take over the whole operation. Bastard. But when he looked at you, you couldn't help the heat that would crawl to the surface of your skin and make you yearn for him, crave his touch. And you knew he felt the same.

You’d been exchanging meaningful glances for weeks, full of tension and future promises. Yet neither of you dared to act on it for a while, knowing it was too risky. But sometimes things just have a way of happening.

But when you’d been walking down one of the many hallways on base, him just a few paces behind you, you couldn’t help but slip into the nearest room with a quick glimpse back at him. It had taken him less than ten seconds to burst through the door after you.

So that's how you'd ended up being pushed against a wall with his knee between your legs and his tongue in your mouth. A quickie in a tiny storage room with someone you weren't supposed to like was not your style. But maybe today it was. It had to be because this was all you had.

"Shit." You cursed when one of his warm hands snaked under the hem of your shirt, and curled around your waist, and the other reached up to squeeze your breast through it.

Graves only smiled against your mouth, enjoying the effect he was having on you. It was only further proof of what he already knew.

But your mind kept straying to the door of the room that was very much unlocked, considering there was no way to bolt it from the inside, and the fact that anyone could walk in at any moment if they chose to. What would your team say if they caught you like this with him? The shame was almost too much to bear.

"We should stop." You mumbled against his mouth, making no effort to get away and actually just pulling him tighter against you instead. One of your fists gripped the fabric of his shirt and the other curled around the back of his neck and into his hair. You were insatiable.

He knew you didn't want to stop. Neither did he. "Mhm, sure."

He kissed you harder.

You let him.

"We could get caught." You said, during your next pause for air. Rational thought was escaping you fast and you knew you had to at least pretend that you cared that this was wrong.

"Nobody comes in here. Just girls like you waiting to get fucked."

You pushed on his chest, breaking the kiss. "I didn't think you'd follow me."

You did.

"Bullshit." He laughed. "I've seen the looks you've been giving me, darlin'. I know."

You frowned at him, defiant nature kicking in. He was too cocky for your usual taste no matter how attractive you found him. Perhaps it even made him more attractive to you. "Know what exactly?"

His eyes sparkled. "How much your pussy aches for me."

He wasn't wrong. And you hated that. Hm, maybe you did despise him a little.

He saw the look of embarrassment flash across your face and could only laugh. "It's alright. Do you know how hard you make me?"

It was pressed up against you so, yes, you knew very well. But you bit your bottom lip and shook your head anyway. And he was all too enthusiastic to take one of your hands and guide it down to his crotch so you could palm his hardened length through his clothing.

"Fuck." Graves groaned at your touch, head dropping and eyes squeezing shut for a moment.

You giggled, liking how easy this was even though he'd been the one teasing you a moment ago. "You like that, Commander?"

His head snapped back up again, playful look back on his face as he pushed his whole body up against you further. It got to a point where the only way for the two of you to be any physically closer would be if you were to remove your clothes. And you certainly weren't doing that in an unlocked storage room on base.

"Naughty girl." He mumbled, craning his neck to trace his lips over your jawline. “Calling me by my rank. You like that sort of thing?” He lifted the knee between your legs up higher when you nodded so it pushed against you harder, making you whimper in pleasure. "You do this often?"

"Do what?" Your brain was too fuzzy from what he was doing to you to properly comprehend whatever he was talking about. It probably didn't help that you shifted your hips to start grinding against his thigh.

"Send wicked glances to all your higher ups and then fuck them in closets? You a barracks bunny, hm?" One of his hands slid to the belt on your jeans, undoing the fastening slowly. Too slowly.

"I don't work for you. You're not my higher up." You pulled his face away from your neck and tugged him down to kiss you again, wanting to shut him up. But you couldn't deny that what he was saying was turning you on even more. You weren’t interested in sleeping with your team or anyone else on base but his implication of it was… slightly exciting to say the least.

"Oh, darlin'... you know you'd submit to me easy enough. All I gotta do is ask."

You definitely despised him. Despised the fact that he could read you so well. To be fair, you hadn't really tried to hide your interest in him. You were sure he'd known since the first moment you laid eyes on him. If it were possible, you were sure he would've been able to see your eyes blown wide with immediate lust and the heat that pooled in your lower abdomen. He just really did it for you. Maybe it was the accent, maybe it was the hair, maybe it was the scar, maybe it was the over confident nature. Whatever it was, he just clicked right for you.

"You're such a dick, Graves." You finally replied, breathless and about two seconds away from pushing his hand fully into the front of your jeans if he didn't speed things up.

“Yeah, but you like it.” He chuckled, moving his attention to the finger that had finally reached your clit and was providing the much needed stimulation you’d been thinking about since you’d first met him.

“Shit, fuck.” You gasped, head falling back to hit the wall.

Graves huffed at your groan of pain and used his free hand to hold the back of your head in order to prevent any other injuries. How sweet and out of character for him. But you didn’t question it, just thankful that he didn’t seem to want you to give yourself a concussion.

His hand slipped down further. “Goddamn, you’re wet for me. Huh, darlin’? Didn’t know you were that desperate.”

Your eyes rolled back when he slid a finger into you. It was almost humiliating how easy it happened, how wet you were from so little.

“Oh, my god.” You squeaked, clutching onto his shoulders and moving your hips to grind against his hand.

“I will be your god soon enough, I can promise you that.” Graves’ hand moved with you, knowing exactly what you needed to make you feel good.

“Shut up.” You sighed, not really caring what he had to say anymore. You were about one orgasm away from agreeing with anything he had to say. That was dangerous territory. But you were sure it would pass once you had this, had him, out of your system.

“I mean it. Gonna ruin you for all other men. You’ll only ever think about me after this.” His forehead furrowed as he watched his wrist disappearing in and out of the waistband of your jeans, fully concentrated on that.

You wanted to disagree but you could already feel it happening. It didn’t help that you were already so attracted to him. But if he made you come? Then you were screwed. Literally and metaphorically.

When he added a second finger to the mix, crooking them inside of you to meet that sweet spot and the heel of his hand grinding against your clit at every little movement, you knew every sane thought was lost for the near future.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You babbled, nails digging into his shoulders to drag him down to meet your mouth again. It was all teeth and tongues, technique abandoned in your ecstasy, and you could feel him holding back a smile against you. Always so fucking smug.

“Come on, darlin’. Be a good girl and come for me.” He mumbled against your cheek after the kiss was broken.

The use of good girl did it for you.

Your hips rocked against his hand wildly as your orgasm washed over you, desperately trying to chase the high even further.

Graves guided you through it, trailing kisses up and down the skin of your neck as well as the area of chest and collarbone that was left exposed by the neckline of your shirt. “Good girl, that’s it. Such a good fucking girl for me, hm?”

You whimpered when he pulled his hand out of your jeans, and his fingers out of you, and planted a kiss on your lips as a reward for coming. You didn’t really understand the logic as you thought you should be rewarding him for making you come but you weren’t going to complain if that worked for him because it was certainly working for you.

He licked the essence of you from his fingers, moaning at the taste. “So sweet.”

You could only watch with hooded eyelids, both from exhaustion and arousal.

When he kissed you again, you could taste the remnants of you on his mouth and you just pulled him impossibly closer. You knew he wasn’t done with you yet, his hard cock being pressed against you was evidence enough of that.

When he broke away, his eyes flitted over your face. “Knew you’d be easy. Didn’t know it’d be this easy.”

Your nose scrunched. It was things he said like that that made you know that you should like him a whole lot less. “What made you think I’d be easy?”

He beamed that dazzling grin. “My good looks and outstanding personality.”

"Been using the southern charm on me, huh?"

His eyebrows raised. "It's been working, hasn't it?"

"Confident." You scoffed.

"Only because you came on my fingers less than two minutes ago." He reminded you, smug smile plastered across his face. "Thought that was a telltale sign, darlin'."

You grunted and nodded at him, hands falling to unbuckle his belt.

“Eager?”

“Horny.”

He laughed again and pulled your own jeans and underwear down to the ground, the cold air making you gasp.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You asked, gaze flicking to the door.

“How’d you expect me to fuck you if you got jeans on?” He glanced up at you from where he was crouched down.

“Good angles and a little effort.” You replied but still kicked them off of your ankles.

“Can’t do this if clothes are in the way.” He stated as he stood up straight again, each hand swooping behind your thighs and lifting you in the air so your legs could wrap around him and your back rested against the wall. “This a good angle for you?”

You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips.

“And enough effort?”

You nodded again. “Yes, Commander.”

He shook his head in amusement. “Good.”

And he kissed you again, pushed fully up against you to use his own body to keep yours up. Your hands tangled in his hair, nails scratching at his scalp and fingers tugging on his roots. His hips rutted against yours and you laughed.

“What’s so funny?”

“Just fuck me already, Graves.” You whispered, trailing one hand down the length of his torso.

He didn’t need to be told twice. Pushing his jeans down a couple of inches was enough to free himself from the confines of his clothes. He pumped himself a few times before pausing, eyes snapping up to meet yours.

“Shit.”

“What?” You asked, confused.

“I haven’t got a condom. Do you?”

You laughed. “Yeah, I just carry them around with me with the rest of my gear.”

“Shit.” He looked disappointed.

“Easy, Commander.” You said, brushing a hand through his hair to make him calm down for a second. “I’m on birth control, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

He visibly relaxed. “Thank, god.”

“No, thank me.”

The flirtatious smile returned to his face. “And how’d you want me to do that?”

“I think you know.”

With a quick nod of confirmation between the two of you, he placed his tip against your entrance.

You held your breath.

And he exhaled heavily when he pushed into you steadily. “Fucking… fuck.”

“Yeah.” You replied, eyes fluttering shut and head falling forward to meet his shoulder.

“Darlin’, you’re so…” He trailed off but you got the idea.

“You too.” You turned your head to suckle on a spot on his neck.

He liked that.

His hips slammed into yours. “Jesus! You gotta warn me. Fuck. Fuck.”

“Sorry.” You weren’t. In fact, as you said it, you moved to graze your teeth against his jawline.

Graves grabbed you by the side of your neck and forced you back to look at him. “You not gonna be a good girl and listen to me?”

“I’m sorry.” This time you were. But only to hear him call you a good girl again.

The hand on the side of your neck curved to meet your cheek, his thumb running against your lower lip. “I wasn’t joking earlier. Are you the barracks bunny around here?”

Fury burned in your chest, a scowl crossing your features.

Graves laughed. “Oh. Upset you, did I?”

"Fuck you." You hissed, venom in your voice and lust in your blood.

A smirk tipped up the corners of his mouth as he leant in to whisper in your ear. "You already are."

And with that, he pulled out of you before pushing back in again. An embarrassingly loud moan tumbled from your mouth.

Graves chuckled. “How am I not supposed to assume you’re the resident slut when you get off fucking your commander in a closet?”

“Not a slut. Not my commander.” You replied, rolling your hips against his as best as you could.

“Hmm… You fuck your lieutenant then? Or your captain? Tell me, what’s Price like in the sack?”

The loathing you were supposed to feel for him grew more and more by the second. But so did the want. You wondered if he was jealous. Which would explain why he was pressing you about whether you’d slept with the other members of the team.

“Haven’t fucked Price.” You responded, a jolt in your voice as he pounded into you.

“What about the rest of your team, hey? Or anyone else around here?”

You were frustrated. “Fuck! None of them, okay? Just you.”

He loved that answer. “Just me?”

“Yes, just you.”

He kissed you. “Good.”

You whined against his lips, sweat starting to glisten on the surface of your skin and the wet sounds of him pushing in and out of you filling the room. You were sure that if anyone were to walk past the room, too close to the door, that they’d be able to hear the two of you. And they’d certainly be able to smell if they were to come in after the two of you had left. The air smelt distinctly of sex.

The hand on the side of your neck fell to move between you, the thumb that was previously teasing your bottom lip now eagerly circling your clit.

Graves watched your face intently to take in every minor reaction you gave him. And when you crashed into your second orgasm, he swallowed your moans with a firm kiss. Only pulling away again to whisper sweetly in your ear. “Good girl. That’s my good girl.”

The feeling of you clenching around him did it for him as well as he slowed down slightly before he twitched inside of you and pumped you full of him.

“Fuck, darlin’.” He grumbled as he rested his forehead against yours for a few moments before gently lowering you back down to the ground. His arm wrapped around your waist when you stumbled on shaky legs. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” You replied, steadying yourself against the wall and sending him a short smile.

He nodded and tucked himself back away in his jeans before helping you to get yours back on. When that was done, and you’d flattened his hair as much as you could after tousling it up as much as you did, you just looked at him awkwardly. You could feel him dripping out of you and making a mess of your underwear.

He didn't strike you as the romantic type so it surprised you when he leaned in and gave you, what could only be described as, a very tender kiss. You figured it was his version of aftercare. It was surprisingly nice. You'd take it.

He pulled away and looked at the wall over your head. “Go take a shower and clean up.”

You cocked an eyebrow at him. “Not going to join me?”

“You wish.” He snickered. “No, I was supposed to meet Price in his office ten minutes ago.”

Your eyes widened in shock. “What?”

Graves shrugged. “Got distracted.”

You could only smile back at him in disbelief as he sent you one last cocky smirk and sauntered out of the room.

Yeah, his southern charm worked. You definitely didn’t hate him.

A/N: hope you enjoyed <3

[writing-like-a-whore]

sae itoshi

“i can find numerous ways to fuck you, pretty.”

sae itoshi x fem!reader. where sae has an issue getting the new intern out of his head.

warnings- 18+, minors dni, nsfw, smut, saes ofc a bitch, use of slut whore etc, degradation kink, and yk the usual

"you just need to be laid," sae's personal assistant told him. sae flipped him off as he left. it had been a year since bluelock and sae decided that what was going on in spain before was what worked best for him. so here was, playing for the team that made his life different, although, he didnt know if it was for the better or worse.

sae's assistant wasnt wrong tho, he really needed to get laid and soon, his sexual frusturation was getting out of hand (pun intended sorry ok.) there was no shortage of gorgeous hispanic women around him but somehow none of them seem to cut it for him, he had a quickie with this woman who called herself his fan yet couldn't even name him, which in retrospect shows how desperate he was but also shows that people are shallow. (he rly didnt wanna admit he's starving for sex be real)

sae's assistant, ruben, who had been incharge of sae's work for the past year was younger and more fun than his predecessors. sae liked him so much that he even gave his number, voluntarily, without any pressure. it wasnt long until ruben invited sae for parties and beers and the two became friends. it also wasnt unusal for ruben to text message sae updates. "my law intern starts tomorrow so pls dont throw daggers at her," the text read. sae replied with, "no promises," and could particularly hear ruben's sigh. sae didnt put much thought to it and continued with his day as usual.

the next day, sae woke up at 5 and ran for an hour before his 2 hour practice schedule. he loved doing the workout that came afterwards. one could say that a follow up workout after 3 hours of running and practice was excessive but he was a pro player and this was his job. sae reached his house roughly around 9:30 or 9:45, since the door was open he assumed it was ruben and the new intern. sae overheard ruben explaining something to the new intern but he'd rather shower than listen to wtv they were doing.

after a very relaxing and much needed shower, sae went to the kitchen where they two were. what sae expected was a nerdy law student in his house, but what met him was perhaps the most gorgeous woman he'd seen. you didnt have a model type zero figure, hell you werent even skinny, but something about your round ass and thick thighs (save lives) that just really made sae stop in his tracks.

"sae, meet my new intern," ruben said, referring to you. you said a good morning to him and took the nod that followed as a quiet dismissal so you turned your attention to ruben and talked about work. sae hated that a little.

over the course of the next few days, sae would hang around the kitchen counter which you and ruben used as an office now. he'd watch tv or grab a snack every now and then just to sneak a look at you. you always wore those beautiful trousers that hugged your rear and flared at the bottom. sae was also quick to notice your deep neck shirts which were professional for most of the part, except for when you'd lean over the counter when you were listening. he knew it was pathetic and perverted behaviour but to his defence he found you hotter than he should.

days passed and his need for you just increased. sae would never admit it to anyone but he might've fantasised about you a little. today, it was evening and you and ruben were still at the couch. sae hated that you didnt talk to him much or gave that pretty smile you did to ruben, he would also not admit this. you get up and politely say good bye to the two of them.

"hey, sae?" ruben calls out, "yes?" he replies. "there's a party tonight and i was thinking you can join us. y/n is going too." sae noticed that ruben said that in a weird tone, "what am i supposed to do with that information?" he asks. ruben chuckles, "look. i know that you have a thing for her, and if she wasnt sm on the borderline of being a nuerodivergent coded woman, she'd know too. maybe she's the one you need to get laid with." sae rolled his eyes but didnt deny what ruben said and also got ready.

and boy was he glad that he did. you were wearing a skimpy outfit. or maybe its in his head. you wore a bodycon blue satin dress under a sheer blue and purple gradient mesh dress. your hair wasnt tied and you looked gorgeous. sae could see every roll and what he wanted to do- "stop staring and just talk to her," ruben said, "im gonna go find someone to fuck too. see ya tomorrow," and he was gone.

sae walked up to you, you were now at the bar, sitting alone, thankfully. "hey," he seemed to have startled you, "oh, sae- i mean mr. itoshi, hello. i didnt think you were gonna be here," you say. "i didnt think i'd be here either, and its sae." you divert your gaze to the bartender and say, "yes, okay. so sae, how are you enjoying this party?" you ask. "not a lot, i'd rather get out." you slam your hand on the table and say, "oh. my god. me too. its so boring, i didnt think clubs would be this bad." sae liked how comical your expression and reaction was. "do you wanna get out, go somewhere else?" sae asks. your eyes widen but you say yes anyway.

sae takes you in his car and asks if you'd mind going back to his place. you said no because it was one of the only places in spain you liked. sae asked you about how youre here. "well, im a college student and i'm here for an internship for doing well in law school. i think it's an internship for six months but if ruben and his company likes me, i could get a permanent job here." sae nodded and you two had some more conversation.

you two were still talking when you reached inside of sae's house. and no matter how many times you told yourself you were just tipsy, you knew it was smth sober you also wanted to do. you grabbed sae and kissed him. sae was taken a back a little but when he registered what just happened he snapped. he closed the door shut w one leg and one arm engulfed you closer to him while his head grabbed your hair and pulled you in for a kiss. it was nothing short of a feral kiss, he kissed you like he was a starved man.

he didnt stop kissing you when he took you to his bedroom. he didnt stop kissing you when his hand went down to graze your thigh. you were the one who broke the kiss when his hand reached your panties and rubbed back and forth. “so wet,” he said as he dragged your underwear aside and fingered you. “be a good doll and ride my fingers sweetheart,” he said as you barely understood what was happening. pleasure and nothing but pleasure surrounded your head.

you then instinctively got down on your knees. he liked that he didnt ask you to do it, you just did. your hands pulled down his pants and boxers. you took his length in your hand and rubbed it a few times before taking it in. he grabbed your hair as you looked up at him, so pretty with your doe eyes looking into his. he wanted to be gentle with you but you batted your eyelashes a few times and he lost it. he thrust his hips into your face and came to the site of you gagging on his cock.

“enough of you doing the work, princess. my turn” he practically threw you on the bed as he commanded to get on your hands and knees. he put his hands on your hips and pulled you back. your moaned as your sensitive part hit his cock and he ground his teeth like he was grinding your pussy. “not so soon,” he said as he pulled back and kneeled this time. he took your panties off and brought your ass which was in the air closer to his face. you moaned as he ran his tongue up and down. he used two fingers to separate your folds as he repeated his motions but on a much sensitive part. your legs quivered as he went on and his pillows no longer muffling your screams.

sae decides to tongue fuck you a little longer and then when his cock started aching and he knew you were about to come, he pulls back. you whine in protest but he says, “you come when i tell you to. do it before that and you’ll pay.” you meekly nod, your ass and pussy still in air at display for him.

so pretty he says and puts his cock slowly into you. your body shudders in delight and sae grips your hips tighter. he pulls you back and forth as he slams into you. “i wanna go slower but fuck.” you get on your elbows now and shake your head, “dont go slow. fuck me hard.” he nods and says, “you gave me permission,” as he picks up the pace and fucks you. you scream as both of you come. sae slaps your ass one last time as you both fall down onto the bed.

“fuck.” is all you say. sae chuckles as he gets up to kiss you. he brings in a cloth towel and cleans you up. maybe spain changed him for the better.

~~

this was so long sorry 😭😭

banner credit @cafekitsune

[kamisatoqiqi]

Heated dispute, solved by the cause.

14+

You and Rin got into a heated argument that caused you to leave, and somehow end up in Sae’s house? CONTAINS: angst, slight force/aggression, swearing Pairing: Itoshi Rin x Reader FT. Itoshi Sae

WORD COUNT: 1708 CHARACTER COUNT: 7304

Rin has been rather busy with his Soccer career. This wasn’t exactly new to you as this has happened a lot in the past, it’s just that you can’t shake off the feeling of something being wrong or out of character. You see, Rin always manages to “give” you what you want despite his busy schedule. A hug? Sure. A quick peck on the cheek? Why not? A quickie? Of course. But suddenly, he hasn’t been able to even hold a proper conversation with you or just give small replies.

Y/N: “Hey Rinnie? What do you want for breakfast tomorrow?”

*No response*

Y/N: “Rinnie??”

Rin: “Huh? Oh, just whatever.”

Y/N: “Alright then, and how was your practice match thi—”

Rin: “I'm heading out.”

Y/N: “Out? To where? Isn’t it a little late?”

Rin: “It’ll be quick..”

Y/N: “Okay, be car—” Rin shuts the door behind him. You won’t lie to yourself it did sting a little and struck a small nerve. He isn’t usually like this. The only time you can remember he did something similar was when you went out with friends and came home at nearly dawn. Not to mention, some of them being males. Around 3-4 along with 2 females, excluding you. (He found out through your friend’s story) However you failed to mention this to Rin as you were running late to your agreed time. So of course, when you came home, reeking of alcohol, at ungodly hours. See your supposed stoic boyfriend, frowning, phone in hand. You’d be scared. Thankfully though only one word left his tired mouth; “Bed.” And that’s when the morning then came and you tried to apologise yet your dear boyfriend brushed you off. Of course it didn't last long. It had been months since this incident and hasn’t happened since. Though to your surprise. It happened. Lasting longer too. It used to be days. However it turned into weeks.

Y/N: “Rin? Dear?”  *wraps my arms around his neck from behind, whilst he sits on the couch*

Y/N: “Is something wrong?”

Rin: “No, nothing.” Y/N: “Then how come, you’ve been colder to me?” Rin: “It’s nothing.” Y/N: “Are you sure, baby? Maybe I did something wrong?”

Rin: “Y/N, I told you it’s nothing.” Y/N: “Are you really sure? I can hel—” Rin: “God will you ever shut the fuck up?!” *I let go of him and stand back, letting out a gasp* Y/N: “What?...”

Rin: “All you do is fucking talk and talk and talk! I'm SICK of your stupid voice!”

Y/N: “What do you mean?? You literally have to be lulled to sleep by it..!”

Rin: “Well not anymore! I’m tired of you continuously bothering me. Being a literal pest. I’m so fucking done.”

Y/N: “D-done..?” *Thousands if not millions of thoughts ran through my mind. Every single reply and outcome I could think of coming in. “You want to break up?” “But I just want to take care of you” “I’m giving you the love you deserve and you say I’m a bother?” “Are we gonna end like this?” “Fuck you.” “Is it really my fault?” “Fuck..I—

Y/N: ���I'm leaving.”

*Rin suddenly stands up* Rin: “What?” Y/N: “I said I’m leaving. Y-you said I’m a bother, a fucking pest to you, then since I love you so fucking much, I’ll leave and give you the space you want.” *Rin froze. He stood there, staring me dead in the eye.*

Rin: “Fine then. Fucking leave.” *What the fuck..? Did I just say that? N-no.. I-I don’t mean it.. That’s not what I was meant to say..!”

*I started to clench my fist and scurry towards our shared room, shouting:* Y/N: “Fine!” *I packed my bag, tears falling out of my eyes. He….really said that to me? He meant it. He fucking did. Shit. Are we going to break up? Fuck fuck fuck fuck fu— phone notification— Instagram: itoshisae_  added to their story —

Doorbell rings

Sae: “Oh shit, Y/N. Come inside” *hands you a towel*

Sae: deep sigh “Let me guess? Rin?”

*I nod, drying my hair. And slowly tearing up* Y/N: “Yeah… He— We, got quite heated, during a small talk”

Sae: “Doesn’t seem to be that small for you to leave without an umbrella during a storm, huh?” 

You just smile and look down on the tile flooring. Watching the drops fall down from your hair, creating a small puddle. Then feeling your cheeks get rolled on by tears, the aching feeling in your chest worsening by the second.

Sae: “Come on, tell me what happened. I mean, why would you think of coming to my house out of all places?”

Y/N: “Well—...” *I end up explaining to Sae what happened, and the events of the past weeks. He just kept nodding and nodding and when I finished, He just said:*

Sae: “I might be a part of the problem”

Y/N: “No, I already know you are. N-no offense... You’ve been part of something else since the beginning of our relationship, and it never gets us to this point.”

Sae: “No no, I mean the “current” problem”

Y/N: “Huh?” Sae: “Well, since about a few weeks ago, I was invited to Blue Lock to train the supposed “future of Japan Soccer”. However, during the practice match, Rin’s team didn’t win against mine. And I don’t know exactly what triggered him but he suddenly came and held me by my shirt. I told him to quit soccer if he doesn’t plan on improving even one bit and brushed off his hand.”

Y/N: “What? Seriously..? I-I mean I know you both aren’t on great terms and all, but did you really have to say that??”

Sae: “Rin isn’t the type to “just” start. He needs a concrete reason for it. And the fact that I told him such, probably could be part of your current argument. Though in all honesty, I just want him to improve even more. A little push as his older brother.”

Y/N: “I guess…B-but did it have to be that harsh? You technically pointed out that certain things, such as that could potentially trigger him…”

Sae: “Like I said, a little push for him.”

Y/N: “Then that wouldn’t make any sense. Why did it get so bad? Over something that he mostly opens up to me about. Like I know he wants to have, and he does have, that “strong” persona and all but… Still I-...” sigh 

Sae: “I’m not too sure about this, though I think I need to ask you about it,”

Y/N: “What is it?”

Sae: “Before all this and the past years you’ve been together, whenever he opens up to you. Is it a lot? Does he start feeling vulnerable and sensitive?”

Y/N: “Yeah, he does.”

Sae: “When was the last time he opened up?”

Y/N: “A little while back, actually, just before he started being cold.”

Sae: “Ah, there it is. I think Rin might be going through a lot again. And since he talks to you a lot about these sensitive topics, he probably thinks you’re—”

Y/N: “Tired of him? N-no, no never…”

Sae: “There, at least you understand now.”

Y/N: “And I’m guessing his way of coping is, ignoring and lashing out on me… Huh.”

Sae: “Exactly… Now, you should probably get ready for bed. I have a spare room upstairs a door after mine, talk to Rin in th—”

The door bursts open. Rin stands there, drenched in rain. Clutching the door, his eyes looking red. But you can’t really tell if it’s from the rain entering his eyeballs or he has been crying.

Y/N: “R-Rin?”

Rin: “What the fuck are you doing here.” *my voice both raised and husky*

Y/N: “I came to see—” *He cuts me off.*

Rin: “Sae? chuckles SAE!? You know how much I fucking hate him and yet I find out you look for him whenever we have an argument?!”

Y/N: “This is the first time! And besides where the fuck do you expect me to go during a storm? Everyone lives farther off in the city or in the suburbs and I can’t really show up at a hotel looking like this now can I?! What!? You would rather have found me dead instead of alive and staying at your brother’s place?” *Rin pauses and takes heavy breaths. Before he took my arm and held it up.*

Rin: “You’re coming with me.”

Y/N: “No!” *I took his hand off my arm.*

Y/N: “Not until you calm down.” *Rin doesn’t respond and just stares at me. With eyes fuel of negativity. Anger, jealousy, and deep sorrow. However if anyone can look directly at his soul, it would be me. And despite his showing anger, glowed with relief. So much that I just hugged him, ignoring his brother.”

Sae: “Alright now, both of you get ready for bed. I’ll set up your room… For two. Calm down and settle your little fight in the morning.”

Y/N: “Yeah yeah, sure… Thanks, Sae.” *Sae just nodded and proceeded upstairs, leaving me and Rin alone.*

Y/N: “Look I’m sorry I left, okay? I’m really sorry, I should have understood and approached you better.”

Rin: “N-no, no no no don’t apologise. Please. I-I should be saying sorry. I l-let my emotions get the better of me and bursted out on you. You were just trying to help me. Like always.. D-don’t leave me….Ever again… Please.” *I smiled and managed to distinguish his tear falling onto my cheek from the water. He hugged me and held me close, showing no sign of letting go.* Y/N: “C’mon, let’s get ready for bed, okay?”

Rin: nods “Okay…”

Morning shine appeared on the bed you both slept on from the large window. Its beaming rays lit up the room, and shone on your beloved boyfriend. Causing you to chuckle, as you finally confirm the cause of his eyes’ redness.

[bugs1nmybrain]

Nasty - Tomura Shigaraki x Reader

Minors Do Not Interact (18+ to read)

Warnings: This is a GROSS smut fic. Straight-up bloody period sex! Blood kink, female reader, masturbation, Shigaraki is a tad misogynistic, Shigaraki has toxic traits but we've been knew, quirkless AU, Shigaraki may or may not be a drug dealer, unprotected sex (but reader takes birth control), degrading pet names (mostly slut along with adjectives like dirty or filthy), blue-haired Shigaraki, use of vibrator, rough sex, light choking, not proofread

Today was a little tiresome. It was that time of the month and per usual, you weren't feeling like a pretty little princess right now. Thankfully your flow had lightened up since a few days ago, but you still felt worn down. You were hungry, tired, and above all else..horny.

It was such a nuisance. Out of any time of the month to be horny, why now? You supposed it could be easily explained by the fact that during your period, you're a hormonal wreck. Of course, you'd be horny. Doing anything about it filled you with shame, though. You COULD use a vibrator, maybe even a dildo, but it almost made you feel guilty. To pleasure yourself when you're utterly filthy.

Vibrators and dildos are great, but you also had a whole-ass boyfriend. A boyfriend who would sometimes question why you'd use toys and not invite him to play. Wasn't he good at making you cum? Why would you leave him hanging?

The thing is, it's not that simple right now. You were sure that if you had asked him to do anything with you now, you'd be hit with some nasty comments about how disgusting it would be to fuck you on your period.

Shigaraki was out in the common area talking to Dabi about some...stuff he had and how they were going to sell in order to make rent. You figured he'd be in there for a while, so you saw this as a ripe opportunity to try and squeeze in a quickie with your vibrator. You made sure to lay down a towel, a red one, to make sure no mess ended up staining the bed. Tomura would surely be pissed if that happened. You snuck over to your special box and pulled out your favorite vibrator that was notorious for making you cum quick and easy.

You lie down on the bed and turn on your vibrator, placing it snugly on your clit. The immediate touch is nice, and soon you're greeted with those warm, special, fuzzy feelings that come with being pleasured like this. Your flow was being generous, as you weren't getting much blood anywhere. After all, the clitoris isn't responsible for blood.

The vibrating sensations are quite lovely, but you raise your hand to tweak your nipple simultaneously to enhance the pleasure. That really got you going. Unfortunately, your blood wasn't being very conservative anymore. The mixture of wetness and blood together was making a mess and even getting on your hands a bit. You were simply grateful that you had set this towel down.

The comforting pleasure felt amazing, so much so that you hadn't even noticed your door open. Your self-care was shortly interrupted by an abrupt, "What the fuck are you doing?"

He didn't say it in an aggressive tone, surprisingly, just irritated and confused. You jolt upwards, shoving the vibrator behind you. Not that it made much difference. You were lying there, he clearly saw you using it, and now your thighs and fingers were covered in blood. But, hey, you used a towel, right?

"Well, excuse me, but I was horny and didn't have any other option. Is that okay?" you retort defensively.

"Calm your tone, woman," Shigaraki snaps. "I don't appreciate that bitching shit and you know it. I was just asking what the fuck you were doing."

"Okay. I'm masturbating."

"I can see that."

"So why did you ask?"

"Rhetorical question, haven't you heard of that shit? I thought you were smart."

You don't say anything for a moment. You were embarrassed beyond belief. Maybe you should've assumed he would eventually walk in, but goddamn it you needed this. And now he's ruined it.

"You're gonna stain my fucking bed."

"That's what the towel is for."

Tomura wanted to lecture you, but despite the bloody mess you've made, your thighs and legs right now were alluring, to say the least. You were wearing a band t-shirt, and while Shigaraki usually would prefer to see your tits, the contrast between the shirt and your gorgeous legs made him want to fuck you badly. Maybe to pull the shirt over your breasts and watch them bounce as he fucked you.

Oh yea, you're on your period. Tomura didn't really understand this shit. He didn't grow up around girls and was never taught anything about the female reproductive system, other than if he came in you you'd get pregnant. But that's what your birth control is for. This period nonsense was annoying for him. Why the fuck should he have to hold your hand through all the cramps and bitchy behavior? He was convinced that your period made you an absolute cunt. Maybe it did, but he just didn't get it, and didn't appear to want to.

Some fucked up part of him saw the blood in between your beautiful thighs and his dick twitched. For some odd reason, you looked so cute right now. All bloody and filthy. He only wished that you would've yearned for HIM, and not that stupid vibrator.

"Are you really this desperate?" Tomura says in a seductive tone as he rests back on the door to your shared bedroom.

You blush, embarrassed to admit it. "Yea.."

Shiggy takes slow steps towards you, with the most sinister look on his face. He firmly holds your chin in between his finger and thumb, tilting your face upwards to look at him.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I thought you wouldn't want to, because it's gross."

"Well, yea. It's disgusting. But you need your bloody cunt to be pleasured, don't you?"

Your eyes beam bright, and Shigaraki chuckles as he notices you perk up. He pulls you into a nasty kiss, full of yearning and lust. You moan lightly into his embrace, still feeling unsatisfied as you were unable to cum earlier.

"Heh..you know I love you right?" He soothes. You can't tell if he's being serious or just saying this shit to make you horny. Either way, his charm is working. Shigaraki sits down next to you and pulls you in for a closer embrace. You rub your hands up his chest and tug on his shirt.

"I love you, too.."

"That's obvious, you goon. Listen, if you're gonna use this vibrator, the least you could do is let me help you."

Shigaraki reaches over to the vibrator you placed behind you. He looks at it for a bit, noticing the sticky blood and pussy juice. A part of him is grossed out, but knowing that you're so damn horny when you're bleeding like this? It's animalistic, and he loves it.

He reaches the button and clicks it, but there's no response.

"Huh?"

"You have to hold down on the button."

"Oh."

He does so and watches as the vibrator starts buzzing. He glances back at you and kisses your neck, pushing you to lie down as he slips the vibrator to rest on your clit. He's met with an instant pornographic moan from you, making his cock twitch in excitement.

"Hehe.."

Shiggy moves the vibrator according to your needs. He used to be pretty bad at knowing how to please your clit, but he's learned well. Years of fucking around on a controller taught him some things about pacing. He watches as you grind your hips against the vibrator and he makes sure it hits the most sensitive spot on your clit.

"Awwhh~~"

"That's it. You love this, don't you? You filthy slut.."

You reach down to the bulge in his pants and begin groping his cock as he uses your vibrator on you, eliciting a sexy groan from his raspy voice. You continue to stroke his dick through his pants and he begins making his motions on the vibrator more taunting

"Awhh~~, Tomura.."

"What's that?" He says teasingly.

"I'm gonna cum."

"Then do it. Cum on my hands with your bloody pussy."

Tomura reaches to tease one of your nipples as you're approaching your high, making you way more sensitive. A powerful orgasm washes over you in waves, causing desperate whines to exit your mouth.

"AaAAAH~"

"Mmm..." Shigaraki hums, horny as fuck from your pretty moans and wet pussy. As you settle down from your high, he looks at his hand, doused in blood. So gross, but who is he to deny his babygirl of pleasure? After all, you're so good to him when you suck his cock and let him fuck you on every surface in the apartment. Dabi, Jin, and some of the other roommates have been making food on those kitchen counters. Oh, how little did they know.

Shiggy reaches to unzip his pants and eagerly throws them off before whipping out his cock quicker than you could say, "fuck me."

There's a burning hunger in both of your eyes. Tomura practically pounces on you, kissing you passionately as you grip his hair. You know that his scalp is sensitive.

"Oh you're asking for it.."

Shiggy reaches down to penetrate you. He takes a look at your cunt before inserting it, almost as if he's reconsidering his decision. You've got him riled up though, and frankly, he's too horny to back down now. Tomura eases his cock into you, immediately hit with a pleasant surprise.

Your pussy felt amazing. So wet, so warm, so slippery. Oh he was going to have fun with you. Without much warning, he begins thrusting quickly inside of you. You feel so fucking good, so perfect.

"Mmm..."

"This is what you wanted, right, you nasty slut?"

"Yea.." You say seductively, intentionally teasing him. He loved how sexy you sounded when he fucked you.

Tomura held your waist as he pounded your pussy deep. For someone who was so concerned about you staining his bed, he wasn't holding back much. He didn't care, all he cared about was how gooey your pussy felt. Shiggy reaches down and softly wraps his thumb, middle, and ring finger around your neck. Not enough to actually suffocate you, but enough for you to feel dizzy.

This was probably feeling better for him than you at this point. He was relentless, thrusting at a rhythmic pace. He brushes your cervix and panting like a dog. Maybe even growling like one too. In his mind, he was fucking you like an animal in heat. He may as well play the part, right?

He's fucking you so nicely, every inch of your insides being pleasured. Your g-spot is practically throbbing against his cock. You allow the sexiest moans to escape, and both of you are sure that your roommates can hear you.

"You're my good little horny slut, huh? Yea??<3<3"

"Yea..mmm...Tomura.."

He reaches to pull your shirt above your tits to watch them move at the rigorous pace. Just as he had fantasized about earlier. They bounce so good, and you look even sluttier than before.

"Fuck..Y/N.."

"Awhh!~"

"I'm gonna cum.."

"Inside..do it inside.."

"In this bloody pussy??" He chuckles.

"Please.."

A couple more quick and desperate thrusts, and Shigaraki cums deep inside, and while you can't see, you can tell that his load was heavy and thick. He lets out a horny grunt as he came and both of you are panting and sweating. Not only were you bloody and wet, but now you had cum oozing inside of you. How fucking disgusting.

Shigaraki pulls out and sees the absolute filth that covered his cock. If he wasn't such a sick fuck, he'd probably puke, but knowing how well he fucked you? It makes it worth it. You're so messy now, and the towel came in good use for sure.

"Jesus fuck..that was hot..."

[samstclair]

Tony Soprano's Goomah

Tony Soprano X Reader

Anonymous Request -

Hiya Saint Samuel!!!!! So listen to this, I've just started Sopranos, you know, the HBO show? Anyway I've come to the conclusion that Tony is exactly my type. He's brought out an inherent and animalistic part of me I never realized was there in the first place. Like, a strong attraction to alpha men. I'm not that far in the show, but I love the idea of him taking me to dinner at Vesuvio's, you know, Artie's restaurant? I love that he supports his friend's small business when he's not busy blowing it up! So could you come up with an imagine about the date? Let me know!! Thank you!!!!

P.S. - I love your work but please keep this one short! It's gotta be a quickie before bed!

Word Count: not that long tbh

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"It's so gloomy out," you said, face souring as you looked out the window of your apartment. "It's always gloomy." 

"Um, where the fuck do you think we're at? It's New Jersey," your friend, Snooki, said. "That's why I only like the shore. It's different out there."

You smiled. Her thick Jersey accent always threw you off but it felt so warming. You forgot people actually talked like that. She'd come to visit you from the Shore to help you get ready for your little date. She was filming a season of her TV show, which you didn't completely understand, but nonetheless you were supportive cause you always supported your girls. That's just how being a girlie works. 

"So who's this guy anyway?" Snooki asked as she began to flat iron your hair, clouds of thick smoke rising from it as it fried your shit straight. "You're so like, secretive about him. You never ended up telling me."

You blushed, living for the idea of this little forbidden-esque romance you and Tony had. 

"I didn't tell you because I'd only just met you, I had to make sure you were a girl's girl first, you know?"

"And when was that?"

"When I found out you were down to help hide me go into hiding from the stupid ugly IRS men-in-black people, THAT'S when I knew."

She smiled to herself, she DID that. 

"Anyway, and I couldn't tell you over the phone cause you were on that stupid duck phone. I didn't want the show to be recording my business, silly," you said, "plus, those guy friends you have there are creeps. I don't want them knowing my business, either."

You shuddered at the thought of those overly-tan, Ed Hardy cologne smelling boys. You didn't trust them in the slightest. After one of them called you a grenade because they caught a glimpse a single stretch mark, you knew DAMN well they had never been connected to any basis of reality and therefore not REAL.

Except Paulie, you didn't really mind him, if you catch my drift if you catch the flow! ;). He was lowkey a girl's girl.

"So tell me now! I'm so over waiting!" she whined. She really was over it. You loved holding back information some times just to create a little suspense. A little of that never hurt no one never hurt a FLY.

"Well, what do you wanna know?" you smirked to yourself. 

"Is he Italian?"

"Oh, def."

"Is he tan?"

"Oh, no."

She suddenly stopped the ironing and gave you an annoyed look in the mirror. You knew that was a no-no in Snicker's book. "Then why are you wasting your time?"

"Because he's just hot, like, I don't know how to explain it," you really didn't. When you first met, you just found it odd how insanely attracted you were to him. You just were. It made you feel like a middle-aged mom. But who cares? EXACTLY! "He's low-key, rich, high-key. He works in like, garbage disposal or some shit."

"That's what they say when they're in the mafia." Snooki said, continuing to iron your hair. 

"I did my fair amount of business with Italians back in England, I know what the mafia looks like." Of that, you did. But that was your old life, you were supposed moving on. The Queen is dead, after all. Don't push! 

You wish you could tell your girlfriend more, but you had to remind yourself that you were under a different identity - as you mentioned before, the IRS are actually a bunch of Debbie downers and negative Nancies who wanna see you, just a girl, down. They hated seeing you, just a girl, succeed, and that's not cool or cute. They ran you out of the country once, but not again. You were a full, beer-blooded American and that's that. (if ur reading this and not American just pretend you are! Who wouldn't want to?!)

You met Tony through the Italian connections you had in England, and once you knew you had to escape back to America, they were the only allies you knew that could help smuggle you in like the cocaine in little baggies shoved up the asscracks of a flight attendee. If it weren't for that, New Jersey would have definitely NOT been the first place you had in mind to arrive in. 

Once the Italians brought you through, they directed you to this deli place called Satriale's after you moaned and groaned about your tummy rumbling. You kept joking that you were a different person when you were hungry, what you dubbed as the "hungry monster", over and over. Safe to say, the Italians soon grew increasingly uncomfortable with that and your other incoherent ramblings about food and decided you needed some gabagool. 

Let's just say - you went to absolute fucking town on those slices of meat and cheese. All those thoughts about becoming a vegetarian? Yeah, out the window they WENT. 

You assumed that none of those Italian-Americans knew that a girl could fucking eat, because they looked at you with both horror and confusion. Also, a little concernment. You also learned the complete difference between Italian and Italian-American, as if that horrendous atrocity that is your bff Snooki's Jersey Shore season 4 wasn't enough to learn from.

As you were munching away on what you were sure was only your third slice of 'salam' (salami), (it was actually your eleventh), the door swung open along with the little bell atop ringing. That wasn't what broke you out of your trance, no, no it would take a LOT for that to happen in the state you were in, but it was who....

"Hey, sweetheart, save some for the rest of us, huh?" He giggled, his other goons giggling behind him.

You looked up. You hated being spoken at while eating. It was really a trigger.

But there he was. Tony.

Tall, big, low-key balding, leather jacket and Goodwill's men section polo with some khaki pants, cigar in hand, under-sized gold rings and necklaces bulging, and a whiff of men's cologne (probably an Italian designer's).

You were stumped. Stunned. Stupefied.

So were they. They watched you, waiting for some sort of response whether it was verbal or physical. Instead, they were given your mega disassociation-state, blank expression, mouth full with a slice of meat in one hand and a slice of cheese in the other.

The entire deli went silent - it was literally as if there was a cowboy standoff going on like some Western film shit. A Spaghetti western here, perhaps?

"Fuck's wrong with her?" one of his minions asked. You later found out this was his wannabe Aaron Sorkin nephew Christopha.

"Hey, Ton', I think you broke the poor broad!" the other said, who had crazy white streaks of hair. This was his other minion, Paulie who giggled with the possible case of Tourette's syndrome.

"Ayyeeee, sweethaarrttt," the other said with a grumpy face and crazy hairline, (Silvio), "what's tha matta?"

You didn't know what the matter was. And honestly, neither did Tony.

All you two knew, is that you were both locked IN. What you didn't know at the time, was that he realized he had landed his eyes on one of the most beautiful, fine ass women he'd ever seen. And man was down BAD! Of course he was, girl, LOOK AT YOU!

(For realsies all respect to Carmela she did not deserve any of Tony's caca!)

"Who the fuck is this?" he finally asked, somewhat angrily. He wasn't angry, just taken aback someone had defied him as much as you did in that moment from that face off. And that's just the regular tone of how a lot of these people talked, which you ALSO later learned.

"I'm me," you said back.

The three minions behind him all raised their brows in shock. They couldn't conceive a girlie, like you, could sass just as hard back. That response ALWAYS worked.

And that was that. You two were history <3. 

You then met Snooki at a bar later that same night and she let you stay at the Jersey Shore house for a bit until Tony gave you enough money to get your own spot. And now, here you two were. Some full circle shit. 

So yeah back to your apartment WE'RE BACK AT THE APARTMENT!!

You were in the midst of a rant to Snooki about beefing with your hairstylist, the same lady who bleached your hair and unknowingly participated as an accessory to concealing your real identity from authorities. 

"...and so I was like, I want a bleach and tone, like can you do a bleach and tone for me please, like smiley face emoji and she was like tone? (question mark) and I was like, a bleach and tone, like, a bleach and tone, like a bleach and tone, like what do you mean tone, like? Like after you bleach it, can you tone it, like make it not brassy, and she was like 'oh oh I understand' and put, like, the blonde princess emoji and I was like, okay I'm glad you understand."

"What a fucking dumbass," Snooki laughed, finishing your hair. "I can just give you the number to my hairdresser, just let me know."

You heavily considered. A couple chunky stripe black highlights here and there? Some reverse raccoon shit? SHIT!!!

As she wrapped up, you admired yourself in the mirror. Your other girlfriend, JWoww, had done your makeup but had to leave early to let out her dogs at her house. She'd done the full Y2K trashy mcbling look - black smokey eye with glitter, heavy on the contour, thin ass brows and a nude lip. You looked like a Pamela Anderson variant and you were fucking it up! 

After taking some grainy ass photos on your hot pink bedazzled camera, Snooki hyping you up some more and pregaming with you before your date, you got a text! 

"I've got a text!" you said like a Love Islander. 

"Oh my god, is it from him?" Snooki asked, drinking the remnants of the Ron-Ron juice she made, the only good thing he's ever been associated with.

"Oh, fuck he's like - he's like here! He's here!" 

You ran towards your window and peeped your head through the blinds - he was indeed here in his red Chevy. A wave of anxiety flushed over you - but you weren't sure why? You were literally his 'goomar' or 'goomah' however you spell it and this definetly wasn't your first time on a date with him. But every time before one, you felt like you needed to shit yourself. He just made you all nervy! Like, that's a MAN RIGHT THERE!

"Oh, fuck Snooki," you said, frightened. "I think I need to go."

"You're kidding. You don't have time! You said he made a reservation, right?"

"Oh, I don't know. He just walks into anywhere and he automatically has a reservation for that exact time. You really think I can't go?"

"I mean, how fast can you go?"

You ended up going. And you were fast.

It was a quickie, definitely not ALL that needed to come out, but it was something for now. You knew your body too well. As you hit that flush lever thingie, you saw all your anxiety go down with it. You were ready, renewed, and refreshed. THOSE are the real three R's for saving the planet. You also smoked the last bit if your blunt, a 'roach' if you will, to see if that could calm your nerves. Spoiler - it didn't. Girl there was less than an inch left the fuck did you think that would do.

As Snooki was closing the front door, she yelled somewhat drunkenly "YOU'RE FUCKING HOT!" It definitely gave you a little pep in your step, to say the very least. Your heels clicked and clicked down that staircase, you felt like Rose in Titanic to Jack in that one scene.

Tony exited the car, admiring his view. Snooki was very right. You were eating it UP LIKE THAT BITCH!!

You had a slip on sequin dress, not too clubby but not too dressy, low-key classy and a little not too shabby? Your hair was all done up and your hoops dangled from your ears. You smelled of some sweet Nicki Minaj's body spray from TJ Maxx.

A cloud of cologne (a good cologne, one that you secretly stole for him also from TJ Maxx) hit you as you and Tony embraced. Even with your heels, he still stood over you like a fucking wall. You got why the gays love their bears. 

"How do I look, Tony?" you asked. You knew your answer you just fucked with compliments. 

"You look beautiful, hun. Like an old Hollywood actress. Let's get goin'." He opened the passenger's seat door for you like the gentleman he was and closed it behind you. Once he was in the driver's seat, you two were off. 

It was now Christmas time - so the aesthetic was KICKING! Lights were all around on people's houses and trees, the air was cool and there was a little snowfall. It felt like some cozy 2000's digital photos you find under looking up 'nostalgic' on Pinterest. The car's heater was on full and the warmth felt good against your ass. You thought about fucking up a sauna and how you'd love one of those. Maybe a future date with Tony?

You lowered the sun visor to check yourself in the mirror. These false lashes were CRAZY. You only trusted JWoww or Snooki to put them on. 

"You smell that?" Tony asked, sniffing the air.

"No," you said. You only smelled the his strong cologne and Nicki.

"You smell like weed," he said. 

You did forget about the 'roach' and plants you were growing on your balcony to make some extra cash. But then, you thought, this could be the perfect lay-up right now. If it worked on Megan Fox, maybe it would work on Tony? If it didn't, you'd honestly Lady Bird yourself out of his car from the embarrassment.

"I am weed," you said, trying to sound femme fatale, biting your tongue like a mom. 

He didn't get it. 

"What did you say?"

You weren't high enough for this.

"Man, never mind," you said. "Where we going, anyway? You said you were take me to eat some real food. Cause apparently McDonald's isn't."

"Oh please, you're gonna start with that shit again?" Tony said. One thing with Tony, and all these mafiosos, they have more insecurity than a thirteen-year-old middle school girl. You've had to learn how to dodge Tony's whiny moments. 

"So where?" you asked again, back to the topic. 

"Italian."

"Oh, like Olive Garden?"

He stopped at a light and faced you, with a look of pure disgust.

You saw him in the corner of your eye, trying not to smile. You loved fucking with him. It was like fucking with a toddler.

"The fuck did you say?" 

And there it was. 

Tony then began to rant about what true Italian dining and food was, as he always loved to flex in his whiny self about how there's no other shame of an establishment other than Olive Garden to bring embarrassment to Italian cuisine. You disassociated for much of it after, watching the lit-up suburbs as you drove by.

"....and that's why Vesuvio's puts back the honor in the Italian name. End of story!"

"That's crazy," you said, one of your many safe automatic responses to have after your disassociation trips. 

Anyway, you two had finally made it to the restaurant, as Tony mentioned before, called Vesuvio's. It was owned by a close friend of his, which made you all happy as it was refreshing to see Tony support small businesses. It was the late evening, so the sun had already set and the ambience was hitting. 

Before you entered the restaurant, Tony said he had a surprise for you and took out from the back of his car a quite large box.

"What is this?"

"Go ahead," he smiled slyly, "open it up."

You felt like a child needing to rip the bitch open, but you stopped yourself - you liked playing hard to get so you knew you had to act indifferent. You instead opened it slowly, as if it was just an ordinary box but no it WASN'T!

"No. Fucking. Way," you were in disbelief. "Tony - a FUCKING VINTAGE HOT PINK JUICY TRACKSUIT?! THESE ARE LIKE, $100 ON DEPOP?!?!?!?!"

He was fucking up your reaction. He must've really listened to when you indulged in him your airport troubles and losing your suitcase, as well as your vintage Juicy Couture tracksuit. This got you all hot and shit down there to know he cared like that. Again, this is a MAN. He makes ugly dudes like Tate tater tot look like a little bitch and that's that.

"You like it?" he asked as you yanked that shit out and were admiring it. "Here, let me help," he put the box down and helped put the top jacket part on.

You were too shock to speak. Non-verbal, if you would.

"Tony, no bro it's that I can't - "

His little dumbass smile made it all the better. You hated that he knew he ate with this.

The fresh smell of baked bread and pasta was making your toes curl violently. You loved being a fat ass. Once inside, Tony greeted like half the staff because that's what these men do, but you were just bouncing your eyes from table to table at all the dishes. Shit was about to HIT! You purposely didn't eat all day so you could have room for what tonight was to come. But, with that, the Ron-Ron juice was now in full effect. Uh oh oh no.

No, no - you couldn't. Had you not learned before in England? You cannot embarrass Tony, no, not in front of all these people. Tony was like a pillar in this little suburban community, you needed to make him look good!

But then, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror - you DO look good! 

And then it hit you - you're just a girl who likes to dress up and eat good. The last thing you were gonna do was hide who you truly were! High key who gives a fuck about Tony? You do but you get what I mean.

A very pretty, blonde hostess came to you guys and led you to your table. Tony said hi, gave her the usual besitos, and introduced you two. 

"Y/N, this is Adriana. You know, Christopha's girlfriend?"

"Oh my god yes! I remember!" you brought her in for a hug and your own besitos. She smelled great. It made you so happy to see another girl do her thing! "You look so good, bro! And your nails!"

"Oh, my god thank you!" she said, modestly. "You're so pretty!"

Tony smiled, happy to see two girls do their thing. Men will never understand.

You two sat a little more secluded towards the back. He had introduced you to Artie, the best friend and owner of the restaurant.

About an hour in, the vibes were HITTING! You were on your third slice of bread, dipping it in the olive oil and vinegar (though you preferred butter, but you weren't just about to say that in front of all these Italians, LITERALLY when in Rome like??), laughing as Tony was making his shitty dad jokes, light Frank Sinatra and 'like a big pizza pie in the sky' in the background, the chatter of other customers who were also vibing, and, like you, looking forward to absolutely demolishing the dishes. 

What those dishes were, you wouldn't know. The moment you sat, Artie pulled up and took your menus, saying he would make y'all something exclusive from the menu. Like THAT? Like that. You felt like it was 2017 all over again and you just found out about the secret Pink Drink that wasn't on the Starbucks menu. Exclusive! 

As Tony was rambling on about his new horse, you were just thinking about how insanely attractive he was. Again, this ain't no boy - no, this is a MAN. This is a man who gets shit done, whenever and wherever. You always thought yourself to be pretty humble and not consider power a trait to find attractive, but you just realized you were lying to yourself this whole time, cause Tony proved it was. Is it shallow? Oops. Who gives a fuck be real. That and giving you money every time he saw you was definitely a plus! He was just too smooth with shit.

And let's be real again, it was a little bit of a power trip for you too. Like, you're TONY'S girl. You know what that's more powerful than? Exactly. Anyone other than Tony's girl.

"What's your horse's name?" you asked.

"Pie-O-My."

"That's such a cute name!"

Dumbass name, you thought. But in all honesty you would've named a horse like Pickle or some shit so.

"Do you like horses? I should take you ta see her sometime."

You weren't a horse girl, even though you did have a small phase in middle school. "How could you not? They're so, like, otherworldly. Back in Colombia, my old boss used to have a zoo, and there were a bunch of horses there too."

"When were you in Colombia?"

You froze - you forgot. You're not Y/N, you're Y/N! You're supposed to be under a false identity! You can't just be revealing your past, Colombia was not supposed to be talked about! Have England Colombia not taught you anything?

"A long, long, long, long time ago. Long time. Looooong time," you said, smiling sheepishly and taking a nervous sip of your wine. This topic needed to be SKIPPED.

"For business?"

And then you forgot. Tony literally knows you're a fugitive. You are safe <3

You went on to expand about your brief but not-so-brief, actually extensive, time in Colombia, working for Pablo and committing heists with your girls. It seemed like another lifetime ago, but recounting it brought you such nostalgia, it made you happy to reminisce. Tony was eating it up too, he fucked with the fact that you weren't just no ordinary girl, no, you were a girl with a past. Dare I say, not like other girls at that. A criminal one, at that. To these macho mafiosos, seeing a girl do more than being a housewife is considered very exotic. 

"One time, in Colombia, I almost set off one of Pablo's bombas by accident," you giggled to yourself. Shit was crazy. "It was supposed to be a hit on someone and I opened the wrong door to the wrong car lol. Thank god it malfunctioned and didn't detonate, but ever since then my close experience with death has just taught me to live, laugh and love more, you know? He was reaalllyyy pissed at me, for like a minute. Then he got over it, cause like, it's never that serious, you know?"

You dug into your pasta, which had just been brought out. It was Alfredo, your favorite. You weren't sure how Alfredo was an exclusive dish, but whatevs. You felt the warmness go down through your intestines - deletable. You felt Mark Weins possessing your spirit.

Tony was in awe of your stories. 

"Wait, wait, Pablo's what?"

"Bombas. You know."

He still didn't comprehend. Ugh boys.

"Bomb bass?" you repeated.

"Boss Baby? Like that cartoon scientist prick?"

You'd never seen Boss Baby, but was pretty sure he wasn't a scientist. Just a baby in STEM. "No, Tony, bom-bas."

"Baz Luhrmann?"

"Oh my god, no, but I miss that summer," you said, thinking about that curse of a movie. "All that our love surviveeeesssss. So good. So good." 

You continued eating your pasta, imagining Jacob Elordi's face instead of Austin Butler. It helped with the nightmares.

"Wait, you mean bombs?" he whispered. 

"Yes, that!" you covered your mouth with your hand, still chomping away, "Sorry, all that time in Colombia I forgot English words. I should redownload Duolingo again."

"You can't say that around here. Not around Artie."

"Why not?"

"He's sensitive to subjects like that. Gets him all nervous." Tony then went on to basically play with his food by making his fork dance in and out of it, never actually accumulating more pasta. This was his fidgeting.

"You garbage disposal guys love to pretend you're all hard and shit."

He stopped. Again, he's offended. "What did you say?"

"Like, you pretend you're all hard, and shit, but then you're not. Okay, like, okay - Paulie doesn't like me cause I made a joke. A little joke and he got all butthurt."

"Yeah, cause you said that if he eats more than 12 grapes on New Years, he's cursed."

"Yeah, so what? His fat ass ate the entire bag. I had to make him feel bad for that. Reparations, honestly."

"You know Paulie, he's superstitious. And you weren't helping when you asked his zodiac sign or whatever bullshit."

"And what about Silvio, huh? So what if I've never seen the Godfather? How else is a normal person supposed to react if you just randomly say 'once I'm out they pull me back in'? Like, what? Back into what? I was being nice pretending I knew what he was talking about the first couple of times. I can only fake it til I make it so much."

Tony was growing more impatient. 

"And Christopher? Sorry if I didn't know that an Elf Bar would break his sobriety. I just thought he'd love to invest -"

"Listen, sweetheart, I gotta be honest with ya. My friends, they're not perfect, but they're my family. Let's not forget about the sanctity of loyalty and respect. So let's put this aside and enjoy each other's company, huh -"

"How's the food, huh?" Artie asked, suddenly appearing like an Gusteau's ghost. 

"It's great, Artie," Tony said, somewhat dismissively.

"Artie, you ATE this shit up! I'm gonna be sleeping sooooo good tonight!" you smiled. He smiled that you smiled. 

"Well thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it. Let me know if you need anything else, okay?" Artie then walked off, leaving you two to yourselves. He quickly turned around and came back. "Be sure to call if you feel you have food poisoning, though."

"Wait, what?" you asked, mimicking Trisha Paytas.

"Cause if you do have it, it's not my food," he chuckled. "Right, Ton'?"

With that ominous comment/inside joke that you really had no idea what he was talking about, he walked away laughing. Tony wasn't. He, underneath it all was fuming but holding it in. He didn't like to raise his voice in front of you, because he knew you would hit lengths that exceeded his. One of your favorite activities was to make guys feel stupid, and you were too good at that and he knew. Honestly, he was kinda scared of the power you held, like one of Pablo's bombas. 

You just shrugged it off and continued eating up your pasta. 

It was quiet. It wasn't an awkward quiet, just a 'who's gonna talk first to get us past this quiet' sort of quiet. You didn't care, you were being wined and dined for free. 

You then thought about how you could enhance the dish, like a wizard adding potions and his creation. You pointed to the parmesan. 

"What?" Tony asked, oblivious, munching. 

"Cheese, hellur?"

"The fuck is 'hellur'?'

You swallowed the food that prevented you from saying 'hello' correctly. 

"Like, hello. So, cheese, hello?"

"Why not say hello?"

"Tony, I don't make fun of you when you say things in Italian," you shot back. He couldn't know food delayed your speech. "Don't make fun of my language, xenophobia doesn't look good on you."

He passed the parm, again in awe. "You know, of all the women I've been with, you're the weirdest fucking one," he laughed to himself. 

"Awe, Tony, you're so sweet." You smiled. The bad quiet vibes had gone away and the good vibes had returned. So what if there was a boulder on the path? You walk AROUND it!

Fast forward to dessert. Artie brought you some cannolis because we're in an Italian restaurant remember. 

Tony was in the middle of being pretty vulnerable with you. You loved that type of shit, when a man opens up. It's like seeing them fully evolve to becoming a normal person and you were front row.

"The things I do, you know. It's to get food on the table for my kids. But they, they don't understand. Meadow does, she's still young, but AJ? I don't know about the poor kid. Stays in his room all day, on that fucking computer, listens to that metal bullshit -"

"He's just going through his emo era. We all have it, don't worry. Some worse than others. And, he's a boy. They all enjoy a little Reddit from time to time. But just cause you're a criminal, Tony, doesn't make you a villain. The IRS just love to hate, trust me, I know."

He appreciated that you cared. "Therapy helps too, or whatever."

"Awe, that's great Tony!"

"But don't tell anyone, or I'll get whacked."

"By who?"

"You know. My associates."

"That's nice that you play games with your associates. It should be more than just business, you know. Like, there should be room for some bonding time and exercises."

"What are you talking about?"

"Like, Whack-a-Mole. Isn't that what you were talking about?"

Tony laughed. You thought he got it, but he was just still confused and was actually laughing at the shit you just say. 

After the check (there was no check cause it's Tony Soprano), you two stopped by at Wawa to get some SpongeBob popsicles, cause those cannolis didn't hit that 'sumthin sweet' feeling. The flavor you got wasn't as good as his, despite being the same thing, so at every free opportunity when he wasn't looking you scooped a little of his. He started to notice as his popsicle shrunk and shrunk, getting hot at what you were doing. You didn't mind, you liked it sometimes when he got mad cause you thought it was funny you got to him like that. He got over it eventually, realizing that it's never THAT serious. 

Some time later you were back at his place, what your girls would call an 'open crib'. It was just you two, and as Nicki once said, the night was still young. The possibilities? Yeah, they're endless. You had to admit, you were getting impatient. You needed something and that something was NOW.

By the pool, you two were making out. Shit was getting heavy and the night was getting pretty fucking chilly. A little too chilly, like the Juicy tracksuit was cute asf, but let's be real not helping in the slightest. But you weren't just about to have that interrupt you. What's a little cold? People literally live in like, Russian tundra.

Still making out, you felt small droplets of water hit you. 

You broke from the kiss and said, quite sensually but not exactly meaning to, "I'm wet."

Tony chuckled with his goofy, excited smile. "Tell me more -"

He brought you back in for another kiss.  

You felt more of those droplets hit you. You broke your kiss off again.

"No, I'm actually wet."

As if on cue, the rain began to pour pretty hard, increasingly violent. He grabbed your arm and pulled you to go inside. You two laughed as you were drenched, trying to escape the heavy downpour on some rom-com bullshit. 

You slid your heels off and ran, you ran and ran. One thing you knew how to do - you knew how to ran. Your feet hit those puddles of water with such velocity, Tony could no longer catch up to you and lagged behind. Your hands let go - you couldn't wait for him. Once you were in this state, there was no breaking out of it. He was amazed at your abilities. You couldn't risk your makeup running. That's a big no-no, no?

Once inside, he brought you two towels and began drying you off. You caught a quick glimpse of your make up in the mirror, and needless to say, you needed JWoww to drop you that link of the setting spray she used cause shit was STUCK. Immovable.

"Thanks for the towel, Tony." you said. He winked at you, pulled his soaked shirt off and tossed it on the kitchen counter, then pulled out a jug of orange juice from the fridge, downing that bitch. Your eyes trailed from his body hair, down to his chest, to his belly, then his happy trail down to - oh. Oh there it is. 

"Peter, the horse is here." you said. That bulge was bulging. 

Tony clocked his head to you. 

You thought you said it in your head, but you actually said it loud and clear.

"Who the fuck is Peta?" he interrogated, getting scared into thinking someone else was in the house, or that maybe 'Peter' was someone you were seeing...

"My god Tony you're such a fucking boomer."

"Is Peter your boyfriend -"

"- oh SHUT UP TONY!" you said, before pouncing on top of him. You hugged him, and he hugs tightly back, he then throws you on the dining table and you feel his member pressed against your leg. He begins kissing you, his tongue licking your lips for entrance. You let him in. Your tongues fight for dominance but you let him win. He eventually starts going down on you, taking your sequin dress off, and starts kissing your labia.

"This...this is a labia," he says. "End of story!"

You lift your legs as he begins to eat you out, his wet breath on your cooter. He holds your foot up and raises himself, ready to press his member into your entrance. Your eyes are closed, ready to take the man from North Caldwell, New Jersey in. This is it. No Peta, no duck phone, no garbage disposal, nothing - just you and Tony.

Hope you guys enjoyed!

Also, a heads up!  A friendly warning - DON'T tell me how long to make story. That is up to me, myself and I. Anyway this one's shorter so whatevs. 

xoxo, 

~ Sam St. Clair

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Scented Poison: Poison That Spreads (Pt 2)

Jaemin ft Jaehyun

Words. 19k

SYNOPSIS. Your mind is imbedded on Na Jaemin. You can't stop thinking about it, especially now that you have his number. It was supposed to be merely a one night stand (even though you had already done it twice with the man that was not your husband), yet you've found solitude and refuge in crawling back to your friend's husband, Jaemin, with your legs wide open. However your infidelity is challenged by the reoccurring presence of your husband, Jaehyun who begins paying attention to your needs. Your only problem is that you've let Jaemin somewhat in your heart, you've let the poison of him sink into you.

WARNING(s). Longshot. Smut (infidelity, car session, consensual, rough/dominant, submissive, dry humping). Angst (guilty).

Masterlist: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Jaemin gave you his contact after the lunch break, well, he left it on a piece of paper telling you to call him whenever you’d feel needy. That was two weeks and a half back. You promised yourself that you would not dare to call his number especially after that steamy quickie in the café washroom… However his number was no longer on the piece of paper he gave, but instead for some sexual reason, it’s on your phone contacts. You wouldn't call him, is what you kept telling yourself. You wouldn't betray your husband by letting another man in between your legs again. Even though you already did so. Two times now.

But tonight, in this moment as your breath heaves with desire, you finish your meal and rest in your night gown and robe visualizing and feeling needy. You can't help but miss Jaehyun more and more. If you remember correctly, you were never sex deprived when he started staying late at work, you were just restlessly restless. You wanted him, needed him but slowly as he drifted to work you forced yourself to be on bay. But ever since Jaemin…

It's awakened your desires that you had put to sleep. As you make your way to your room and rest on your bed your eyes stare heavily with lust at the clock. Jaemin’s number forming in your head, and your legs crossing in desire. You gasp out when it reach 11pm. Your gaze rests on your phone screen and at Jaemin's number, you can't help it when your legs clench together creating friction around your womanhood. You can just call Jaehyun and do as you did back then, seduced him to come home. But knowing him now, you know his phone is off. Free of distraction. Which is fine, he needs to work anyway. The only one now, who can give it to you is…

"Jaemin," You breath out as he finally answers the call after several rings.

"I was wondering when you'd call me," You hear him and feel that there's a smile on his face. "Are you alone?"

"Mhm,"

"Are you wet?"

One question and already you feel so soaked. "Mhm,"

"Let me hear you moan."

On command the moan leaves your lips. It surprises you more than it should, but you rest on your headboard. Suddenly your hand has a mind of its own and swarms up your thigh to the opening of your silk night dress. Jaemin chuckles, it's enough for you to rub yourself listening to his husky voice. The moment you finger touches the sleek and smooth wetness of your throbbing core, you desperately rub your fingers around the little nob- earning Jaemin’s ears a wave of satisfying moans.

He groans on the call edging you more. “Fuck baby, you’re really touching yourself to the thought of me? To the sound of my voice?” Jaemin chuckles humming out with his raspy voice. "How does that feel?"

You moan out again, keeping the phone close to your ear as your legs part and bend with your other hand slipping inside your throbbing core. You feel your heat and roll your eyes shut, remembering Jaemin’s fingers entering inside of you and slurping as he rampaged on your pussy with such unknown speed. You try to resemble the act, and instantly your hand runs on speed and the only sound heard in the room is slurps of your fingers pounding into yourself. You gasp and moan allowed.

“Say my name baby, fuck, say it, let me hear you,” Jaemin pants out, and you can only guess that he’s at work palming himself or even rubbing himself as you hear his husky breaths turn into grunts of pleasure.

“Jaemin ah,” You moan aloud, your legs closing up with your own hand still speeding up. “Jaemin~” You exhale out your eyes trying to open as you try to picture his face on your mind.

"I wanna see what you're doing. You’re driving me crazy with your moans," He says. "I'm gonna cut the call to video call you instead, do you think you can prepare for me something delicious?"

“Mhm,” You hum out, slowing down, hearing your own heart trying to calm down.

Making the decision for him, you cut the call quick and wait for him while you slowly rub yourself. A name pops up on the screen and immediately you answer it meeting his thirsty face. As expected he’s in his work clothes, he seems to be in a secluded area as you hear low music playing. He grins seeing your own flustered face.

What are doing? You shake your head lowering the phone shamefully down to show of your figure in the pink silky night dress. Jaemin's face lights up and his mouth waters before he quickly puts on his earphones.

"Are you gonna touch yourself for me?" He asks. "I know you like it hard so go ahead and place three digits in your wet pussy, fuck."

It's already bad, so you continue.

11:09 pm

Chae-won gets up from her seat the time it reaches 11pm. She closes her laptop and places it in her bag along with her notepad and some money that was in an envelope. In her hand she holds some of the folders that her boss, Jaehyun wanted.

Sometimes she wonders why she stays this late with him. He had given her the will to clock out the same time as everyone else which was at 6:30 pm. But still even with his assurance to leave she stayed. She remembers that the first few times she'd stay because she wanted maintain a good work ethics and profile but as time stretched onwards it became a habit.

She presses the intercom button speaking onto the little mic. "Sir, you said I should drop these papers before I leave."

A long dragging silence makes itself known to her ears before he responds at last. "Enter."

She also wonders why he never uses the intercom if he installed it for himself to communicate with her. She opens up the door spotting him sitting near the large open view with his laptop.

"Are you leaving now?" He asks not lifting up his eyes to meet her.

"Yes sir. Oh, Mr Kun called and said the oud test samples are out and that whenever you can you should drop by."

Jaehyun nods his head. "You can leave the papers on my desk. Remind me first thing in the morning to go over to him."

"Yes sir." She nods her head walking to his desk placing the folders down neatly. She smiles to herself that his desk looked less cluttered and a bit organized. At night his office looked nice and a bit dim with the table lamp arched upwards to give light. He preferred using the lamp rather than the ceiling light. It had a more sensual feel rather than work feel, but Chae-won wouldn’t say that out loud. In his office he could dim the lights or make them bright, but it seemed he liked it when it was on low light. When she turns to where he is, she understands why he likes the lights low.

Because the view of the city light, the city looked so beautiful at night. A surreal cyberpunk aesthetic. Neon lights reflect off the buildings and street signs that glow orange against the dark sky. The sound of lonely distant cars whizzing by is almost hypnotic. It is hard not to get caught up in it all. The glass wall view definitely a stunning installment to his whole office "Wow,"

Jaehyun's ears perk up by her little expression and he turns his head to her. She was struck so much by the beauty of the outside that when her attention turned back to him, his eyes are still on her. "Can I… take a picture of it?"

Jaehyun removes his glasses not having a clue of what she's talking about. "Of what?"

"The view outside."

His eyebrow raises and he turns around. For some reason, the view that he's grown so accustomed to looks so different tonight. He's slightly gob smacked by its appearance.

It was beautiful and right in front of him but he didn't even notice.

"It's beautiful isn't?" She asks rhetorically.

He gets up from his seat taking his laptop with him, walking the long way to his table to take a look at the documents she brought in. Curiously he looks up seeing her still fascinated and infatuated by the view of the city below.

"You really like it don't you?"

She nods her head. He then looks outside sitting on the side of his desk looking outside too. He takes out his phone from his pocket removing it from plane mode. "Don't you like it sir?"

"It's spectacular." He remarks.

Chae-won nods her head being glad when seeing him moving off the table a little closer to the view. Not only is the view wonderful but so is the size of his phone and the quality she thinks, it brings the picture out more.

Jaehyun then turns to her with a wondering look. Chae-won blushes a little by his soft look and not his cold gaze. "How do you go home at this time of night? Transport? Last time I saw you walk,"

"I walk sir," she nods her head. "I walk to the train station and wait for the midnight train. I should get going,"

Jaehyun frowns a little. "But it's dangerous."

"I've got pepper spray in my bag so it's not that dangerous," she tries to joke but his face doesn't change.

He looks down to his phone before placing it to his ear. "Where are you? Figured so. I need you to drop my assistant at home,"

Her eyes widen and she's frozen. Just two weeks ago he said that they weren't friends and she shouldn't even consider it as a thought. But slowly he has been a little bit more… attentive to her.

He cuts the call and looks to her. "Forgive me for deciding that without your consent. I can't let you walk anymore. It's not safe out there. Haven't you been following the news?"

Oh right. The loose serial killer. Haven't really been paying attention to the news, especially since she got home around 1am and would have to sleep to get up early again around 5am.

"Thank you sir. Thank you very much."

He heads back to his table. "You remember Taeyong right?"

"The one-night stand guy."

Jaehyun's lips twitch a little to a smile and Chae-won's heart warms. "Yes him. He'll be downstairs waiting for you. Tell him where you live and he'll drop you directly. You can trust him, only with your address. Otherwise, don't be fooled by his eyes."

"Thank you sir." Chae-won bows her head with a pleased smile taking her leave. Once she's gone Jaehyun gets his phone out.

Jaehyun: Picture attached I promise that one of these nights we'll be together enjoying this view I love you

After sending the text message, his smile grows and he thinks about you. Seeing you for the first time in a long time, he was reminded of how nervous he was when looking at you. Your eyes were still so youthful and beautiful. From the moment he met you, he had always been attracted to your eyes. Your soul. The second he got the courage to speak to you and hear how you laughed, he knew that he'd work hard to get you to be his. Your beauty and soul was what he wanted. Your goddess looks graced his entire being and when you finally said yes to him, he was truly at his happiest in his entire life…you were all for him. He wanted nothing but the best for you.

And that's his motivation. Every day when waking up, he always remembers his promise, his promise to grace you with the world. Seeing you that day only filled him with worry that you’d leave him if he failed to accomplish or fulfill his promise. Which is why he worked hard?

He looks back to his work allowing the thoughts of you to linger on for a couple of minutes before working again. This was the last bet he would place on his company. If it sold well he would be a billionaire and would be able to spend and eternity with you every day. He double taps his laptop getting back to work.

Meanwhile Chae-won meets with Taeyong and he’s a gentleman with her. She speaks her address and he begins driving with low jazz in the background.

"Were you really waiting for him downstairs?" She asks capturing his attention.

Taeyong looks at her frame through the rearview mirror smiling. "This is his car. I'm stealing it."

"Please tell me you're joking," Chae-won's eyes worriedly looks at him.

Taeyong chuckles. "You really are at his feet. I was kidding. I wouldn't steal from the love of my life. I'm just borrowing his car for now. I was in the coffee shop doing some work when he called."

"Oh, so you're also an all-nighter,"

Taeyong smiles. "I don't have it as bad as your boss. He's the king in all night work."

"Mhm," She nods her head. "His goal is his wife. To spend more time with her."

"That's what he told you I bet. At least he's mentioned her." he smirks. "I still believe that he's scared. Have you seen his wife?"

"No," Chae-won shakes her head feeling worried for her boss. "Is she a bad person?"

"No, god no. No, never. How did I make it sound?"

Chae-won shrugs her shoulders. "You said he's scared."

"Not scared of her. Does he look like the type to be scared?" Taeyong poses. "She's a dime. Gorgeous is her middle name. She’s gorgeously sexy, is what I mean. A real eye catcher if you meet her. I remember the first time I met her, I wanted her so badly, but he had somehow already captured her heart. And believe me, he had nothing to impress her with. Nothing. He had nothing. When I say nothing, I'm talking dry even on a rainy season. No money, no parents, nothing fancy, nada. Not even a great sense in fashion. In fact, his past self could never even compare to who he is now. She encouraged him a lot to study and work hard and to go back to school, helped him with money and the icing on top of it, supported him. I still wonder what he wooed her with,"

"She sounds like a goddess, wow. Seems like a perfectly fit package," Chae-won nods her head. "I wanna meet her. I should get tips from her too. Is she kind?"

Taeyong nods his head. "Extremely. If you'd meet her today and got to know her you'd think she's two different people. Her outward appearance deceives who she really is. She's purely and whole heartedly warm, but looks like a temptress on the outside." Taeyong begins chuckling by himself. "I remember on their wedding day, Jaehyun kept shaking his head asking what he did to deserve her, and if he even deserved her."

Chae-won smiles hearing how her boss was timid and shy around his wife. "I'd like to see him like that,"

"Too bad. It's only reserved for her. No one else makes him happy like her," he bursts her bubble catching her eye in the mirror. "There's always that one person who has that effect."

She keeps her gaze locked on his sinful eyes, desiring him to keep looking at her. But she snaps herself out of those thoughts. Thinking about her boss's warning. It wouldn't hurt to have a one night stand with him, right? She'd never see him again after all.

After a couple of minutes driving through the quiet streets he finally stops the car according to where the GPS locates her medium fair house.

"I know it's really late but," She drags her words out slowly hoping he'd come in. "Would you like to come in for a little bit, cup of tea maybe," she opens her door looking back to him.

He wasn't watching her. "Thanks for the offer but I don't usually… Stay."

"I don't mind. Just for tonight," her words sincere.

Taeyong's eyes meet hers through the mirror before he turns around. "Don't you remember what your boss said about me?" He looks up and down her body biting his lip averting his eyes away from her when sensing that the atmosphere had somehow changed and she wasn’t talking about tea anymore. "He's not lying. Especially at night."

"You were so kind already, thought maybe you wouldn't escalate to that," Chae-won already leaves leaving Taeyong alone in his thoughts. "Thank you Taeyong, for the ride,"

Even if she wanted him. She had class and dignity in herself, as much as a one-night stand sounded really good, there would be a fall somewhere.

After receiving that message from Jaehyun, you immediately switched off your phone cutting the video chat on Jaemin. Your whole heart beating with such excessive speed. You fix yourself, my lips trembling heavily and you can’t even understand why. One minute you were desperate and horny, the next your heart was melted and you left Jaemin high and dry. But your soul missed the night spent with Jaehyun.

Your soul mourns for him and the terrible things you did yet again to him. If he's cheating like Haera always assumes…then he wouldn't have sent that… right? Where’d this view even come from? You bite your lips trying hard to justify your act with the thought that Jaehyun is cheating on you. But even though you say it in your head, your heart knows that Jaehyun is loyal as a dog to his owner. Your thumb has a mind of its own when you press the call button, expecting that Haera was right. Unexpectedly your heart skips a beat when he picks up after the first ring. You blink and your eyes widen in surprise.

To your surprise… He’s in his office, instead of in some secretarial place Haera always assures him to be in.

"Hey honey,” Jaehyun smiles lightly when seeing you. “You're awake till now?"

When he asks that, all that’s going through your head is that you literally videoed yourself in your most vulnerable parts to another man. Your face gets hot when nothing leaves your mouth except a little gasp. Fuck Haera. Fuck her for filling your thoughts with such… Quickly catching the look of concern coming on Jaehyun’s face you clear your throat. You don’t want to disturb him, and also because you’re afraid he might notice something in your eyes like guilt, neither do you want to hang up because just through the screen alone, you somehow feel connected to him… and all the bad you did seconds ago washes away. His eyes a haven of peace. “I got your text,” You simply say, a smile growing on your lips. “The view is beautiful.”

He smiles and turns his phone to the side showing where the view came from. His office. After a while he turns the phone back to himself. “You should be sleeping right now,”

“I know,” You tilt your head looking into his eyes that are tired yet have a glint of determination, probably from work. “But I missed you,”

He looks down with a chuckle escaping his lips too. “I missed you too.”

“Will you be back soon?”

He hums and looks around at his desk. “I’ve got a little bit left to do,” Which is a lie, he had decks left. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be back home sooner then you know,”

"Can I watch you work?" You ask laying down on the bed leaving your bedside lamp on while the room's light is off. "I won't make noise,"

He watches you lay down and you gently smile at him placing the phone against the lamp table and your bed so that it can still show your face. The smile that carves his face never leaves even when he does the same thing, placing his phone somewhere and looking back at you.

"You're supposed to be working," You speak softly falling for his eyes and how intensely their on you.

He chuckles. "You're supposed to be sleeping,"

"I'll sleep better watching you,"

And so it is. When his eyes leave yours to continue his work you slowly start to drift feeling his presence someway. Once in a while he'd turn his head to look at you and you’d prey your eyes open for him to see you throwing a small smile, which he’d return back. Until you could no longer keep your eyes open and laid still falling into a slumber.

You heard his voice, muffled away in the distance but it was still loud and clear. "Goodnight my love,"

The next morning when you wake up, your phone isn't by its usually spot so you turn around on the bed and of course it’s empty but instead there are two boxes on the bed and a card under the blanket.

You first pick up your phone to check the time but the wallpaper catches your attention first. It’s him and you, together. You’re sleeping and he’s got his lips pressed to your cheek looking into the camera. Butterflies erupt from your stomach seeing how handsome he looks being next to you. Instantly you smile opening up your phone going to gallery. Where you see a bunch of photos taken at night and a little video. You click on the video and it's so quick with him looking at your sleeping figure and turning back to the camera trying to take a picture but realizing it's a video instead before cutting it.

The boxes under the blanket are both wrapped in black milky way galaxy wrappers. You pick the note up reading it as a smile draws on your face.

I thought of spoiling you galaxy style

The bigger looking box is mine ♡

The other small medium sized box is from a special sponsor

Love you

Jaehyun

After reading the note, you chuckle a little deciding to save the best gift for last. Your fingers pick up the first medium sized box, pulling off the wrappers getting a look at the gift, your mouth immediately drops seeing the SAMSUNG GALAXY camera box and it's design is in a beautiful milky way form. There's a note from the company of SAMSUNG GALAXY.

To: Mrs Jung

Hey there! We've been tracking you down since your awesome blog posts flew rocket high in the media.

We'd like to sponsor you for your next content.

Here's a little gift from the SAMSUNG family

Be sure to reach out to us

Keep up the good work

~thank you~

If by now your jaw hadn't dropped, then it surely did now. The camera you already owned was the latest Polaroid and took really nice looking pictures but this time with the SAMSUNG camera you can absolutely die from realistic quality. Plus, the pay from being sponsored and being recognized from your blog! Being a part time housewife and freelancer photographer at home had it’s benefits of you working at home building a platform of pictures to post on your platforms.

You set it aside reaching for the next box which is not so small, but has Jaehyun’s strong scent on it. Of course it has his signature brand aroma, which is so appealing. It's basically like he said, bigger box. You tear off the wrapper mentally dying. "Oh my! Apple!"

You open up the box seeing various sizes of apple products. “He's so- oh my goodness. Jaehyun,” You moan.

You take out the little gift card that's simply signed by Jaehyun- that is your husband. You giggle taking out the different types of boxes going over them. The apple watch series x, the iPad pro and it's keyboard that attaches onto the iPad, then there's an apple pencil, a clear case for of course- the new iPhone max 18 pro- “I'm definitely dead now.” You laugh.

"Have a good day at work," Taeyong retorts from the driver's seat and Chae-won nearly has a meltdown seeing Mark walking up the stairs of the building. Great. Now she was as late as he.

"Thanks Taeyong," She opens up the door but Taeyong's quick in holding onto her arm.

She turns back and meets his happy eyes. "Shall we do that again next time,"

Chae-won's cheeks heat up and she looks away with a little smile. "I thought you never stayed."

"You’re an exception," he mentions.

She lets out a breathless yet nervous laugh quickly getting out the car. "I'll think about it. But right now I'm really late. Jaehyun will kill me,"

"He'll maybe kill you after the meeting," Taeyong starts the engine of the car.

"Meeting? Shoot! Thank you for driving me," She rushes out the car jogging up the stairs in her mini hills as she dashes towards the elevator that's held open by Mark.

"Hey latecomer," he grins. "Fancy seeing you here at this time. Late alarm?"

"Something like that," she sighs. "He's gonna kill me,"

"That's a tough position to imagine yourself in." Mark remarks. "I like the new fragrance you have on,"

"What?"

"The scent of a boss." Mark dramatically poses making her laugh.

The elevator ride is long but lucky Mark works at 30th floor, while she had to go up all the way to the 40th floor. She prepares herself mentally ready for Jaehyun’s cruel words for today, she was hoping that he'd never have to be on a bad foot with her again, but yet here she is again.

The elevator door opens wide and before she can exit, Jaehyun enters, stone cold as always not even paying mind and pressing the door to a close. "You're already late might as well head to the meeting."

Aside from his low tone, his anger is also evident.

"I'm so sorry sir. It'll never happen again." She apologizes handing him his coffee that she always brings when he arrives.

"Mhm." He answers not believing her but takes the coffee anyway. His nose picks up on a smell, a smell that shouldn't be with any of them now. He then turns to her with a confused burning look.

"Sir?" Chae-won quickly gets out her notepad ready to write down whatever it is he wanted to say.

"You smell like Taeyong."

Her cheeks redden and she looks away avoiding his eyes. Meanwhile it only takes Jaehyun a second to figure out that Taeyong had something to do with her being late. He shakes his head getting off the elevator when it reaches the floor they were going to.

He's greeted by many of his colleagues as they respectfully bow just as others greet him. Jaehyun as usual passes little to no greetings at all, but this time the greetings that he does pass are cold and threatening. Either way, his main priority is getting in the board meeting room. He passes his phone and planner towards Chae-won as she takes her usual seat by the corner (with her set up of a little desk) of the vast board meeting room that rapidly gets full as soon as Jaehyun arrives.

"I would say good morning but there's nothing good about this morning." He spits out bitterly, addressing everyone. "I bring forth two types of news, bad and worse."

Shoulders in the room slowly begin to slump and upright sitters shrink in their seats feeling a heavy silence penetrating through the air. Chae-won just as everyone else in the room knew what this meant, that their dear superior was not going to be a 'happy' soul for the next coming weeks.

Chae-won glances down at Jaehyun's phone that brightens up as he's talking. The caller ID named the person calling: ♡ Darling. This must be his wife, Chae-won quickly sends a quick system personalized message explaining he's in a meeting. Moments later a text message comes in and it makes Chae-won smile in response.

Darling: Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you so much! I cannot express how thrilled I am over a message but I really really am! Thank you so much. I feel like a child on Christmas, but maybe 10 times more than the average kid. I absolutely love both the gifts, I love yours more. Thank you for always spoiling me I hope your meeting goes well, if not then you know you can call me (if you want and if it's not going to take up your time) I love you

She closes his phone feeling all the weight of his phone. At times having access to his phone and other personal stuff as his planner or glasses was something really scary for her. One wrong move and her life would be toasted.

She opens up his planner to today's meeting beginning to tick off all the things he's spoken about. She reads onto the other things he's going to say and her heart drops. The company lost a sum of 1- 15 million! Oh crap, this would definitely be news to everyone's ears.

"I could fire your entire department!" He bursts to the salesmen from the 13th floor capturing all their attention. Jaehyun never yelled or forced his voice out but today was different, the boss is boldly enraged that fire burn through his eyes. He was sending everyone to hell with his eyes. "How could you all be sleeping on our prized investor! 10 million gone like that. You said you had it covered. That I should leave it in your hands. You gave me your word Johnny. I believed in you. What went wrong?"

She crosses off the tragedy of the loss listening on as the news gets from bad to worse- what could be worse than losing millions, say maybe a burnt fragrance factory in one of the region's largest area's- that was in the hands of a careless manager, another set of millions off the company's hands as well as messy publicity. All this in just the little spans of the early mornings.

"If I need to do it all by myself, I will and I can. I started by myself and managed, I can finish it all by myself." Jaehyun warns with daring eyes. "And believe you me, I will fire everyone, starting with all you managers. Do your jobs or else you'll push me to measures that I'll be more than happy to take."

Silence.

"Is that all or is there more?" He addresses out and Chae-won knows he's talking to her.

She immediately stands up reading his planner, being slightly confused. "The name Na Jaemin is on the list, sir."

He lets out a sigh closing his eyes. When he opens them his eyes narrow to one of the managers, the youngest manger in the whole room. "Jungwoo. Your time and reign as manager of infrastructure ends today. I am demoting you-"

"S-sir-" the youngest interrupts already gaining a strong glare from the boss.

"If you can't even do the simplest of things as underlying the base or foundation of this company what makes you think you'll move up the ranks a-"

"I can- I can work hard. I promise-"

"Cut me off again." Jaehyun dares. "Do that and see what happens."

Jungwoo shamefully sits down maintaining the rest of his pride.

"You're being replaced by Na Jaemin. All your questions, suggestions and feedback to this meeting please see to it that you book an appointment with my assistant within an hour from now. Meeting adjourned."

Jaehyun is the first to leave the room leaving glum, lamented and distressed faces. Chae-won gets up from her seat heading to the front of the long table whereby his seat is- he hardly even sat down for this meeting- taking his coffee and rapidly following him and his quick pace still with her laptop bag, his planner journal, glasses, phone and coffee. She makes it just on time in the elevator with him and he lifts the weight off her hands taking his planner and glasses moving along other pages of his notes.

"I don't like the coffee. It's cold." He responds when she tries to give it to him.

"Sorry sir." She keeps the coffee. "You said I should remind you to speak to Mr Kun." And she gestures to his phone. "Sir you also had a call."

He looks at his phone in her hands before focusing back on his planner. "I have more pressing matters to attend to."

She wants to pip in that it's his wife, instead of the Dean of affairs, but the silence is provoking. She builds up enough courage to face him but at the same time not scream. "Sir it's your wi-"

The way his head turns sharply to her cause her lips to seal shut. "I fired a manager just now. Don't let that be your fate too."

"Yes sir." She gulps drawing the phone back to her comforts.

You sit by the lounge area with your new iPad pro and keyboard after seeing it to your laptop and working on a duel screen, working on your blog space feedback section and editing a current picture on the other side. At the same time, your phone sits comfortably on its little plush pillow as you wait for a reply from Jaehyun.

He doesn't reply during work hours but considering the fact that he made your morning you’re sure he'll at least check on you. But patience, patience is the key and if you sit here really patient then the universe can give you what you want. Which is your husband's attention. Even if 4 hours have already passed, you still wait.

Your clients/reviewers really have been liking the new dark aesthetic concept, but a lot of them want something more, something darker, something more sinister and tacky. The only thoughts you can reverse to is on Jaemin… Your life can’t get more dark then Jaemin being in it. He is sin. He is poison. The dirty sin you try to wipe away but can't stop thinking about.

And it's not like you think about him in a loving way, it's just he's the only one giving your needy legs what you need. Is this what adultery feels like?

Your phone vibrates and immediately you pick it up knowing it's from Jaehyun. Your smile slowly fades from your lips leaving nothing by the air around to be dry, wet and sweaty.

Long, thick and throbbing, sharp with veins and promising as if inviting you to a big and very wild and extremely night. Why would Jaehyun send this very not so like him picture of his dick? You quickly avert your eyes to the contact name, a short breath leaving your lips. It's Jaemin's.

Haera's husband: That's how hard I was last night after your very short yet sexy performance I thought of sending it late at night, but I'm well aware you have a husband He wouldn't like what he saw He would've been jealous ;p

You chuckle a little closing your legs tight trying not to peak at the photo.

Haera's husband: Can I call? Video call?

Me: Yes

Immediately when the message is received, his name pops up on the screen and you answer it. If only Jaehyun could respond fast like that. Jaemin is in some sort of cafe and sipping on his mug, that probably has beverage.

"Hey sexy,"

Your cheeks heat up in embarrassment and you avoid his eyes. You’ve just shown this man your entire self- THREE TIMES! And one of them was through the phone, he's seen it all and he's not even your husband- yet for some odd reason, both your woman hood and nipples perk up by his smile. "Hi." You pip out.

"What're you shy about?" He chuckles. "You weren’t so shy last night showing me your all. Are you going to show me again?"

You shake your head rolling your eyes- this feels very dangerous chatting with him but you like the tingles of excitement peeking up in you. “Why are you so happy?”

“Come on,” Jaemin pouts playfully. “I’ll tell you if you show me something- actually forget that, I just got promoted to management!” Jaemin with so much thrill expresses.

“Management you said,” You chuckle snapping your fingers as an applaud. "Good for you, congratulations,” You smile genuinely. “Is that something you’ve always wanted to achieve?”

Jaemin is stunned by the question and retreats back in his seat with a little smile. “Well… I mean, it’s not what I’ve wanted, but it’s something Haera’s high list of priorities wants from me. So I guess yes, this is something I’ve wanted to achieve for a really long time,”

Somehow that makes you frown, yet you maintain a smile on your face. “Haera’s high list of priorities,”

Jaemin chuckles. “You know, make her live the same way she used to live when she was married to that wealthy Donghyuck. Big houses in every part of the world, many cars from all over the world, world-wide recognition, a high list profile of getting invited to diners and gatherings all over the world, going on vacations every single weekend, more love whatever that means and good sex. So far, the only thing I’ve got going on in that list is good sex.” Jaemin mummers, and you can literally see the smile struggling to stay on his lips. He snaps out of it immediately, the smile drawing back on his face. “If I can make her happy like he did, then I’m sure I won’t be just another guy she can replace,”

“Regardless of what she thinks,” You start and flash him your most pure hearted smiles, making sure to look into the lenses of the camera to let him know that you’re focused on him. “I’m proud of you. Your efforts got you promoted. I’m sure you’ve worked hard in your day job. I can see how thrilled you are, so I know that despite doing this for Haera, you’re also proud of your achievement. So congratulations Jaemin, I am happy for you. But hey, I thought you were the owner of that very exquisite bar down town,"

He smirks. "I thought I was gonna get a treat right there,”

"There you go again, not answering me. You’re such a hard worker, day job and owning your very own night club? That’s boss right there,” You let out a light laugh, making him feel warm. “Unless, you aren’t really the entrepreneur of that fantastic steamy night club,”

"I am the owner of Faded Fantasies. My true passion resides in business though, so even though I’m a bartender by night, by day I’m focused and fixed under pressure. I’d like to grow Faded Fantasies, into something big you know," Jaemin smiles, surprised that he’s just shared that with you. “It sounds unreachable but I can only dream so far you know,”

“You wanna make millions?” You’re charmed, by how shy yet bold he’s trying to appear. What you see, is a young man trying to reach for his dreams.

Jaemin flashes a smirk and nods his head. “Corny right,”

“No, it’s not corny.” You instantly say shaking your head and appearing with another smile. “That’s a dream that you believe in. And your drive shouldn’t wither at all, look at this great milestone you’ve just achieved. This is a starting step for you, you’re learning and applying your skills into your night job. You’re doing a great job, and I believe in you,” You throw in your supportive fist.

“You believing in me, makes me feel really good,” Jaemin nods his head feeling more courageous. "The more money, the more I can afford. The more I can attract you,"

"I'm not attracted by money, I've got all the money I need," You find yourself bragging, flaunting your husband's money.

"Right," he smiles. "I know what attracts you. Good hip game,"

"My husband's got that too,"

"Oh really?" He raises his brow. "So what's missing?"

You bite your lip. "His presence."

"Oh so that’s why I'm here. To shower your pretty little pussy with so much attention." His gaze gets steamy. "What do you say about that?" His voice gets husky, just as his smirk intensifies. “Show me something,”

“I’m only doing this as motivation. This is a gift for you,” You gulp biting your fingernail before your hand slowly trails down your chest in between your cleavage gently sliding your finger past your milky skin. You slowly open up the first button of your blouse and the second button… and the third…your other hand making sure that the camera is only on your chest area exposing your bra. You watch his needy eyes grow with lust, loving the effect you’re having on him you undo your entire shirt opening it up him to see.

"That's some high quality fine-"

You rapidly cover your chest with your shirt just as Jaemin slams his phone on the table giving you nothing but a black view.

"I think you forgot that you're in public," A man he's with comments. "Was that Haera?"

"Uhhh. Mhm." Jaemin stutters a little. "That was her."

"Well then." The man speaks up and it seems like he's trying to take the phone but Jaemin reacts and holds it tighter to his chest, since all you see is his white blouse. It must be their lunch break. "I also want to see how gorgeous her racks are. Is that a picture? You said she did a little flash for the crowd in the bar last night?"

"Don't you even go their Mark. She ruined my whole mood last night. Thankfully, I had another distraction," Jaemin groans while talking to the man called Mark. You can remember him from the last time you were out with Haera. He's the man who offered you guys lunch. "Where's Chae-won?"

"In hell. She's afraid to leave the office in case she might get fired. Her words. Did you hear what happened? The huge loss? Oh wait, heard you just got promoted, congrats man. There pressures on you now,"

“Tell me about it,” Jaemin positions the phone to just his face. "Let me kiss your boobs goodbye,"

"Don't you dare kiss your phone," Mark warns.

“Why can’t I kiss my promotion gift goodbye?” You try not to chuckle aloud but place the phone to your breast and he smiles and kisses them and whispers a quiet ‘bye’ cutting the call.

You quickly smile after cutting the call but your smile freezes for a second seeing there's another video call from… ♡ Baby Jae ♡

You finger hesitates as your eyes wonder around when realization dawns that you were enjoying your time with Jaemin. From one sin to the next. You gulp nervously and answer the call seeing him with his eyes closed and him rubbing his head as if in stress. "Hey,” Your voice comes out soft. “You look stressed? Did the meeting not go well?"

"Hmmm." His eyes open and he looks so tired and frustrated but keeps his cool when his eyes meet your. "Did I call at a bad time? You're…" His irked expression turns to one of being flushed as he chokes a little on his words gesturing to his shirt.

You quickly look down remembering that you were supposed to close your blouse. You rush to closing it up your cheeks flushing red- what the hell were you thinking when opening these for Jaemin? You look back into the phone screen seeing his amused smile. "Sorry about that, uh. Some water fell and I quickly changed but then you called. I'm decent again…" You smile feeling guilty but it quickly turns genuine when you’ve managed to bring him a quick smile from his tight face…even if it's a lie. "But I bet me buttoning up my shirt was just the distraction you needed,"

"The best one yet," he nods his head his lip tugging to a little smirk. "Especially when you held onto the phone and buttoned your shirt up. For some reason everything was so much clearer and… bigger,"

"Like it was in your face," I add with a proud smile. "That is the power of a high quality phone,"

"You're already using your gift?"

You switch the camera's showing him your little working area with the galaxy camera and iPad and apple pencil. "You mean gifts, plural. I absolutely love them all so much. I wish I could just give you a big kiss to thank you so much. I'm feeling merry,"

"Brings me joy when I see you happy," he says with a hypnotic smile. "Always,"

You frown pouting your cheeks. "That means your day has been crappy,"

"It's not crappy right now talking with you," he gleefully adds.

You grin feeling flattered. "Then I'll need to do something about your mood for when you're not going to be talking with me. What can I do?” You hum and tap your chin looking side ways. “How about, one act of kindness an hour. You'll need to do something kind every hour, to your employees. I know it’ll be hard, but you'll feel some tension leaving you,"

He shakes his head. "I can't even stand to see them right now.” He groans shutting his eyes rubbing his hand down is face revealing a dreaded and hurt angry face. “In total, the company lost 14 million. This morning, all that money was deposited out of the account, it’s why I couldn’t spend any time with you."

Your eyes widen seeing his scowl returning back as he stares into the distance. "That's a lot of money." You whisper out.

"Not only that," his keen eyes tenderly look back to you. "Now it means that I'll have to start all over again, gaining the trust of the public, entailing that our current investors aren’t thinking of pulling out, making sure that the board of dean aren’t having second thoughts about me. Idiotic employees just had to mess everything up." He clicks his tongue shaking his head. "It probably also means I'll have to spend a lot of time away from you. This was supposed to be the month that I finalized so many closing deals, the month whereby I’d appoint a second level management to take my place as I go on leave, so that I'd have time to spend with you. Damn these workers. I even had to fire 2 staff today and demote a manager. I’m sorry babe. I promise I had everything under control, it just…” He grunts and shuts his eyes. “It all slipped through my fingers, I’m sorry,"

"Oh sweety," You sympathize, your heart feeling bad that you have to see him look so disappointed in himself, as if it’s all his fault. Your heart even aches when he apologizes to you. "You probably feel disappointed in yourself. And that a lot of days and time has been flushed down the drain,”

He nods his head.

“But it’s not your fault baby,” You assure him gently. “You're not in a good head space if you keep all that boiling in you," You smile tenderly seeing him sigh leaning his head back as he sets his phone against something so that it’s left in a standing position. "Baby look at me,"

He does so giving you his full attention still rubbing his hair. “I had a whole vacation planned out as a surprise for you. I even bought tickets in advance. Fuck,”

“Hey,” You hum out and tilt your head. Seeing him like this only reminds you of how much you’d hate seeing him look so disappointed in himself. It didn’t show on the outside, but inside he was pushing himself hard to the edge and convincing himself how much of a failure he was. And you didn’t like when his brain would take over. “Baby,”

He shakes his head and sighs leaning away from the screen, before looking to the screen with a hint of sadness and disappointment. “I hate them all right now. I could just…”

"Your handsome face isn't built for hating anyone. I know you wanna send all of them to hell for ruining your plans, but that's not possible-"

"I've got connections to hell," he thinks for a second. Causing you to let out a laugh making him smile.

"Funny but those connections won't be needed. What you need is to stay positively focused." You urge him biting your lip gripping his attention to your lips. "Remind yourself why you've held onto all this for so long. Shit happens,” You sigh. “That’s planet Earth for you. But spitting on the ground won't do any good. You need to be well with your employees. Motivate them to work, not scare them into rush work. They’ll be forced to work faster and initially produce work that’s not sufficient. Quality over quantity, remember that."

He nods his head leaning his head back before looking back at the phone.

"You're so tough, you need to be like me," You smile. "Soft,"

"You're so gentle and pure," he picks up the phone kissing it when you bring your lips close to the screen. You laugh. "If I was soft, the company would crumble and all the employees would plot against me,"

"That’s all in your head, kiss me again," You place your lips to the screen again just as he joins in.

Jaehyun was pretty ballsy and pissed for the remaining of the morning, completely frightening Chae-won. He told her that for the rest of the day she shouldn't even try to reach out to him through the intercom otherwise he'd fire her. He was in the firing spirit.

So right now as she stands outside his office door, she contemplates about her whole life and if she's got enough money just in case he fires her. Since she wasn't allowed to call him through the intercom, that would mean she would just need to enter his office with all her balls. She wouldn't be interrupting anything, he's been working since he got off the meeting.

She takes in a sharp breath pushing the door open freezing in spot when the sight she beholds is scandalous. He kisses the screen of his phone.

His eyes in an instant are cold and Chae-won gulps, hearing the giggling in the phone stopping.

"Baby? What happened, you’re looking deadly again?” The voice speaks over the phone. “Remember what I said? One act of kindness an hour."

A feminine voice alerts him. He takes in a deep breath looking down lowering his phone.

"C'mon baby you can do this."

The lady speaks over the phone. Chae-won knots the pieces together from him kissing the phone to the charming giggles, the woman calling him baby and the way his eyes were soft before being interrupted. That's his wife. It must be. The one that Taeyong mentioned, the only one he reserves his smiles and joys for.

Chae-won shrinks quickly walking forward placing the large amount of files on his table realising she did interrupt and now she might as well pack her things.

"Wait." Jaehyun lowly speaks making Chae-won stop in her tracks. "What are these?"

She turns around. "The files from SM, sir. The senior manager Doyoung offered to assist,"

"Baby you're scaring her with that look. One act of kindness, please do it for me."

The lady, his wife pleads over the phone. Jaehyun's look indeed looked like he would murder Chae-won just for barging into his office yet again. This assistant was really looking to getting fired. But with his wife watching him and himself wanting to let some stress go, he sighs and runs his hand through his black hair.

"Why didn't you go for your lunch break?" He asks a bit serious.

"Uh… I wanted to work." She nods her head.

He looks back to the phone screen seeing you with an encouraging smile urging him to go on.

"You should take a break.”

“No sir it’s oka-”

“I'm not firing you." He says in a hard manner that soon turns soft. "I insist. How will you work on an empty stomach?”

“I can just take a 5 minute break and I’ll get back to work.”

“You can take 2 hours off, hell even the whole year if you like-"

"Baby,"

"It's just a joke."

"That's not a joke, that's a violation of jokes. No one laughed," the lady says making him laugh for a second revealing a clear smile and dimples- which is shocking to Chae-won. Her boss just laughed and he looks even better and worthy of such a godlike face.

But when he looks back to Chae-won his smile is gone. "My bad. That was a terrible attempt at a joke. You can take two hours off. When you come I'll need you to set up a meeting for all managers again."

Chae-won's eyes widen by his request. He allowed her to go for a lunch break, for 2 hours. Aside from the other thing he said, all that mattered now was the lunch break. "Yes sir. Thank you sir."

Jaehyun looks back to the phone seeing you brightly grinning. "See that wasn't so hard,"

"It actually was." He sighs but frowns sensing his assistant's presence still in his office. He looks up. "Go."

"Oh yes sir. I'll go now. Thank you,"

He shakes his head focusing back on his wife but his eyes are blessed by the sight of her opened up blouse and her lace bra again. "Kindness pays off, doesn't it?"

He sneakily moans. "Don't tease me. I'm still at work,"

"Hmm," she purrs. "That means I'll have to taunt you with pictures every hour that you do something good, aka make an employee happy."

"What if I make them all happy at the same time?"

"Oh over achiever," She giggles. "That's my lion."

"Roar,"

2 hours later:

Chae-won reads the one point on Jaehyun's planner being confused. Would he really? That one act kindness his wife was talking about really got to him, this a frightening act of kindness.

He stands by the head of the table just like this morning but his face and mood seems a little more carefree. Highly unusual.

"I realized that this morning made majority of you fearful of what was to come next. With the new arrival of Na Jaemin, I've heard the concerns that most of you voiced out saying how you're afraid that you might be next,"

Jaehyun indirectly introduces Jaemin to the foreign tables of people once known as his uppermen. He went from being a simple flowers delivery guy, to being an office desk worker taking down the data of each and every import and export of flowers turning to perfume, to being part of HR and hiring and training new interns, to being a supervisor and making sure that everyone was doing what they were supposed to do, to being a manager of his entire flowering department. Haera would definitely be proud to show him off as her husband now. He surely felt the new position come with such an intense amount of pressure, especially since the boss was in a bitch mood.

"I… apologize." The words leave Jaehyun’s lips.

All eyes snap towards their boss who had his eyes firmly on all the members. Nobody understood his mood and why he apologized. Out of the blue and all of a sudden. He never ever did that.

"I apologize for installing fear inside of you, I apologize for making you all fearful. Which is why, I know this decision will cost us a lot of time, but it's for the good of our health." His monotone makes it even harder for anyone to believe his words. "I want for the whole of tomorrow for everyone to take a day off."

Chae-won and all the other managers all have similar expressions- jaws tight with fear and even eyes widen. Had someone kidnapped their boss? Who was this robot spirited man?

"I want this day off for us all to mediate on the reason we want to be here. The reason we all want to work here. The loss is just another setback, a huge drawback for me, but this company is dear to me. I can manage losing clients but not manage losing the people who've helped and poured out their blood, sweat and time for the success of this company." Jaehyun wholeheartedly says, even if it comes off a bit stiff, yet it humbly gains some hearts to ponder and feel less fearful. "Forgive me for my actions this morning.” He bows his head, causing the other heads to instantly bow as well. “Meeting adjourned."

Just like the morning, he's the first to leave but this time instead of tainted black souls, everybody is strangely anxious and fidgety, however a sense of a stronger work ethic resides amongst them.

Getting in the elevator with Jaehyun, Chae-won can't help the words that slip out her mouth.

"Your wife is a miracle worker sir,"

Surprisingly he replies and presses their floor button. "I didn't really think I'd feel lighter but I do,"

Instead of the door closing, they both look ahead when a hand interrupts their ride. Jaemin enters, with wild hot eyes. “Mr Jung. I wanted to personally thank you for the promotion you’ve given me.”

Normally, Jaehyun would stare and give his best uninterested face. However, with your words playing in the back of his head about a reward, he finds himself tightly smiling. He hated promotion time, because it would mean a new face and a whole bunch of paperwork going backwards. However Jaemin has proven himself to be a diligent worker, even getting recognition from Jaehyun himself. “Don’t screw up.”

“You can bet on me that-”

“The last time I bet on someone, they got a whole firm burnt down.” Jaehyun makes reference to the disaster that happened earlier. “Hence my words, don’t screw up.”

“I won’t.” Jaemin ends up smiling, boldly holding his hand out. Chae-won shakes her head, knowing that Jaehyun doesn’t shake hands, however when seeing her boss’s hand stretch out to collide into Jaemin’s grasp all she can think about is how amazing this wife must be.

As soon as the elevator door closes with Jaemin bowing as both Jaehyun and his secretary leave, Jaemin lets out a breath of enthusiasm. Being promoted into an upper position surely requires for there to be a celebration. Jaemin digs into his pockets and brings out his phone as the elevator goes down past the other floors. Jaemin places the phone to his ear and clears his throat. “Hey darl-”

“Hey sweetheart,” Haera rapidly answers sounding extremely happy. “So, what’s this exciting news you say you have?”

Jaemin’s grin grows brighter by her enthusiasm. “I got promoted to management.” Jaemin exhales feeling thrilled and anticipating her reaction. Yet, when a full minute passes and Jaemin notices that two floors have passed, he takes a peak at his phone thinking it’s switched off. “Babe you there?”

“Yeah.” Her voice is an octave low and not that excited as before. “Uhm. You got promoted to management? That was the exciting news?”

“Uh,” Jaemin’s whole facial feature drops and he clinches his jaw, sticking his tongue against his cheek in disappointment. “It’s higher pay you know. Did you see the flowers I sent you?”

Nothing comes from her end until the elevator door opens up. However instead of leaving, Jaemin stays inside biting his lip waiting for her response. Which doesn’t come, not even a breath.

“Haera?”

“Jaemin another guy can get me roses, it means nothing.”

Jaemin is stunned for a minute, waiting for her to say something else. But she doesn’t. “It means nothing?”

“I was with you through whatever, but you know we need to elevate, right?” She starts in serious dissatisfaction. “We’ve been together for a year now and all you’ve got to show for the years we’ve been together is that stupid low budget club. You know I’ve got other men ready to commit to all my needs? They want you out the picture, they want me. Yet I’m here with you. I’m even wondering why. Your big news was seriously promotion?”

“But isn’t that what you wanted?” Jaemin finds himself asking rubbing his temple, his smile lost now and his promotion feels like nothing to get excited over. “You said to get-”

“Should I put you on notice?” She snaps. “I’m tired of dropping hints. What you can’t do, someone else can. While you’re out here playing, they’re not playing don’t you see? Other men are out there, working their butts off, yet you’re out here sleeping. For hell’s sake, even Y/n’s husband is out here sending her on trips by herself to the most luxurious places all over the world, designer shows, meeting all the greats, sending her thousands of roses, with cards saying how much he loves her, sending random gifts worth millions, even if he’s not present, he spoils the fuck out of her ungrateful ass. Shit, and all she wants is him around and nothing else. Seriously? Jaemin, compared to him, what the fuck have you been doing? Nothing. Since we’ve been together, you couldn’t even afford to take me overseas, always bringing me to your crusty nightclub. Ugh.”

Getting so upset, Jaemin isn’t surprised when the call gets dropped.

With his shoulders slumped and his head wondering in defeat, Jaemin moves onto his (old) company seventh floor passing by his old co-workers, who still congratulate him. He moves to where he sees his former manager Jungwoo setting up where his work station is…or rather would no longer be. Jungwoo unpacking doesn’t fail, as usual, to give him a polite smile and bitterly yet sweetly congratulates him on his new position. “Seems like you’ll now call the shots. I know you’ll do a good job.”

Jaemin can’t even be happy or enjoy the moment of seeing his former manager wish him luck, instead he nods his head. “Thanks,”

Jungwoo noticing the beat mood, acts out like he normally would when he was still a manager and would notice one of his team members weren’t well spirited. “Why don’t you get a head start into this little break? I’ll set up your office.” Jungwoo says patting Jaemin’s back. “You’re probably feeling pressure, yeah? Have a head start,”

Jaemin nods his head bowing his head somberly. “Thanks sir,”

Kissing Haera, is easy. Making love to her, is easy. Jaemin really thought that going into the marriage with Haera would be easy, because she asked for nothing more but love, touches and kisses and by chance if he could make her happier than her ex. Compared to her ex, Haera used to say that Jaemin had a much better physical attraction with striking features, so obviously Donghyuck would be jealous. At first, with his good sexual drive and passion for hot steamy sex, Jaemin thought it was all in the bag that as he had a girl who ‘loved’ him, then he could conquer anything.

It slowly started changing when Haera would make cheap comparisons of everything Jaemin did wrong, and why she couldn’t be quote on quote seen with a failure like him.

That pushed Jaemin to work harder.

Jaemin was happy when he bought his first house. He no longer would rent out, but would be a landowner. Haera wasn’t impressed, because the house was small and that her friends would laugh at her.

Jaemin made an effort to work harder and get more money to buy a new house, yet still working and building a profile with good ethics. Of course at times, he’d need to cheat his way through, but otherwise Jaemin worked hard in everything he did. But Haera wasn’t impressed with his position of the time.

Jaemin, with some money saved decided that operating a small business in his neighborhood would do good to his bank. So he bought out land and set up a whole construction site. Even though so much money had gone into planning and building his night club, he was highly pleased with the results. Yet Haera was not impressed, in fact she was at her boiling point and peak of anger- she had no more patience and used his club as a way to spite and mock him for quote on quote wasting his time and money in such a useless plot of land.

And now, here he is, on such a day that felt like it’d never come. It’s finally come, but he can’t even be happy for himself. After packing his work bag and sitting in the Uber ride for more than 30 minutes to get home, he sighs when seeing Haera’s car in the driveway. There’s no way he’d hear the end of how much of a disappointment he is if he enters now. So deciding against entering, he turns his footing deciding that the club would be better than home.

“Jaemin?”

Jaemin is stiff in hearing your voice. He turns around making sure he’s not hearing things. And truly, seeing you brings a smile on his face- it’s a confused smile, but none the less it’s there. He doesn’t move, instead watches you in your black pants and white blouse walk up to where he is. You’re cautious, and look a bit hesitant, yet you walk down the driveway and reach him. Jaemin’s eyes go from your face to the ground.

“You’re not going in?” You ask when you’re right beside him, noticing that he was walking away.

Jaemin tilts his head to the side, not looking at you again. Seeing his tired expression, his eyes avoiding eye contact with you and his body language not oozing out the cheating confidence he has, makes you feel glum. He was so excited hours ago, when telling you about his promotion. What happened? It’s even alarming, when he doesn’t reply and his attention is on his foot.

You clear your throat. “I actually came by to drop a little gift for your promotion,”

“Gift?” Jaemin tiredly rolls his eyes a forced smile on his face. “Thanks.”

You fold your arms and turn back to the house. Haera’s inside being bitchy as usual, and Jaemin is unusually upset. You don’t know him well, but this mood isn’t something you like seeing on anybody’s face. “Is there anything I can do to cheer you up?” Jaemin’s ears perk by your question, and his eyes move to your concerned ones. You can tell he’s unhappy, and by his reluctant movement to get in the house, you know he doesn’t want to enter the house. “I was actually going to head home, but seeing as I’ve met you here why not…” You shrug your shoulders, your eyes a bit suggestive. “Cheer you up,”

“You wanna cheer me up?” That makes Jaemin genuinely smirk. “How?” His eyes go over your body once and that gets you feeling heat run up your smile.

You don’t even know why you suggested it, but you go along with his flow. “Anything you want,”

He chortles. “Now that’s tempting,”

You smile tilting your head to the side. “How tempting do you want me to be?”

He chuckles this time.

Meanwhile, from the blinds over the windows, Haera has her eyes on you and her husband. You stormed out, when she mentioned how you were pathetic for loving Jaehyun, she expected you to go, but now seeing you on the sidewalk smiling with her husband makes her uptight. It’s even worse, when the longer you stand close to Jaemin, Jaemin steps closer to you before standing beside you. No sooner than later, a white car pulls up. You both enter the backseat and that has Haera in heaps of anger. “What the hell?”

Momentarily, once the Uber pulls up you can’t control the heat Jaemin is in when once the door shuts. He throws his bag over, his lips going straight for your neck, peppering dozens of flattering kisses against your neck.

The driver sighs turning up the music playing on the radio. Here comes another broad day couple that makes out on odd days such as Wednesday.

Jaemin scatters kisses down your neck, just as he corners you on the side of the seat. Without complain, and also in need, cling his body closer. You make out like two animals in heat, a complete mess and quick, yet slow. Your lipstick’s getting smudged whilst the buttons of his white shirt are being unbuttoned by you, just as he runs his hands down your tight shirt also unfastening your shirt. “Don’t rip it.” You warn with a smile leaving your lips, as he licks the bottom of your lip. His hands on your body has you feeling frizzy, or maybe it’s the music blasting through the radios, Sunmi’s Tail, which much to the driver’s distaste sets the mood for you and Jaemin. Your shirt is nearly off hanging by your shoulders as Jaemin ends up cupping and feeling the trace of your breasts through the red bra.

“You changed it,” He’s eyes glisten with excitement.

“You like it?” You ask as you follow his movement by leaning your hips up to unbutton your jeans, with Jaemins unfastening his belt and unzipping his pants.

“Don’t mess the seats.” The driver makes an intrusion, snapping your attention for a second on him before you focus back on Jaemin, who circles your wrist and gently guides your body on top of him. “If you mess, you’ll pay extra.”

Jaemin’s attention is not on the driver, instead it’s on his finger which traces patterns on the lace of your thong that’s peeing. He holds onto your waist, changing positions again as his fingers find your clit. “You’ve got a clit kink don’t you,” Jaemin helps to remove your pants, as his hand rubs your clit through the fabric of your thong, drawing out a moan from your lips. Unlike your shirt which he cautiously didn’t rip, he’s quick when yanking on your thong strap and snapping it off surprising you- yet it automatically makes you spread your legs giving him access to your wet clit.

“I just have a thing for wet pussies, because I know my baby likes it rough,” He leans his head against your shoulder as his fingers begin to work their magic by squirting quickly into you. “Just look how wet you are for me?" He says as he rubs your clitoris fast, before going gently, his mouth taking in yours engulfing your moans.

He inserts two fingers into you, causing you to gasp against his lips creating an opening for his tongue. He works his fingers at a steady pace, before rapidly moving his fingers backwards and forwards, his fingers curling inside of you as you let out muffled moans. He continues to thrust his digits into you causing your stomach to bunch up in a knot, you felt the knot loosen as he continued to finger you, and you were about to come undone on his fingers when he pulled them out of you, all possible signs of an orgasm flying out the window. You break the kiss, whining in annoyance. “Jae~ Why would you do that?" You question as you look at him, your annoyance turning to a smirk as he peers into your needy getting his pants lower.

"Fuck, I want you right now,"

You go in for another kiss whilst placing a hand on his growing bulge, massaging his dick through his pants you hear him groan. You become dominate and climb onto his lap, grinding against his bulge causing both of you to moan. You hike up your shirt that’s loosely hanging around your waist with two unbuttons undone, revealing your bare clit that's dripping with arousal. You fumble with his boxers in the way, eager to have him inside you.

"Look at you, so eager for me." He teases as his hands caress your ass, squeezing the skin. “Have I ever told you, you’ve got thee most superb ass?”

“Once.” You state with a sinister smile once you palm his dick before taking it out and putting it at your entrance, teasing yourself with just his tip, throwing your head backwards (ignoring the driver who complains that your hair got in his way) before sinking down on his length, feeling your insides adjust to his size. “Jaemin, why do you get bigger every time?” You breathe out, feeling your walls expand to accommodate his size.

“I’m not getting bigger, your tight little pussy just loves to close up on my dick, and on top of that, I know you like it rough,” One of the many things you loved about having sex with Jaehyun was how full he made you feel, while he had a large dick that fitted you just right, you love how big Jaemin’s dick stretches your walls out. You try to get Jaehyun out your head as your pussy grips Jaemin like a vice, causing him to hump in heat. You begin to move up and down his dick, feeling his large hand slap your ass cheek whilst the other holds firmly on your waist, his tongue pinching and rolling against your whole boob. You let out a loud moan, feeling waves of pleasure crash together inside you and around your whole body.

"Look at my baby riding, me so well." He praises, making you move up and down his length faster. You clench around him, letting out a guttural moan, closing your eyes enjoying the feeling of bouncing on his cock. He thrusts his hips upwards, matching your pace. “You’re so good for me,”

You continue to bounce on his dick, feeling the back of the car steam up as you place a hand on the window, not wanting to fall off Jaemin’s lap. The cold feeling of the window cooling your hand as well as the window from the front seat that the driver rolls down. You come down from your high, riding Jaemin bounce up and down in a gentle manner making him roll his head and you kiss on his Adam’s apple giggling when feeling his cock hit your cervix. Your breathing pattern begins to weaken as you continue riding him.

Over time your bouncing becomes sloppy as you feel your stomach bunch up like a knot, feeling the need to release, "Jaemin~"

"I know, it feels good doesn’t it," He says and picks up on speed, sending his own hips into overdrive as he thrusts roughly into yours, trying his hardest to mismatch the pace of your bounces as his hand moves from your ass to your clit, rubbing your bud in a crazy circular motions causing you to hold onto his head tightly as you let out loud whimpers of pleasure. His thrusts into you are so powerful and dynamic that you feel that you get knocked into another universe when stars fill your vision. Your thighs begin to shake once Jaemin pounds into you one last time. “Fuck, I love when your legs do that, shake for me, shake,”

He coos as you release all over his cock feeling the knot untighten in your stomach, a loud moan exiting your lips as your body jolts and shakes. You feel him cum inside you, a few minutes after. You get off his lap and collapse into the chair next to him, feeling his cum drip out your cunt, exhaustion overtaking your body. Your chest heaves as you pant harshly trying to regain your breathing pattern.

Sweat coats Jaemin’s forehead causing his black hair to cling to his forehead. He’s seated on the chair for some time before a quick glance at you has him holding onto your thigh before you close it and wipe yourself. He gets the wipe away from your hand a crazy idea weaves its way into your mind. “Let me clean you up,”

“Jaemin,” Jaemin gets on his knee before taking in your bud with his tongue. A wicked smirk gets on his face, as his tongue finds itself by your entrance pumping inside you. He smirks, when your thighs shake around his head. It goes on, with him licking and sucking you clean. When he’s done, your body is squirming as little squeaks leave your body. “Shit,” You curse out lightly panting out, as Jaemin gets back on his seat, his legs spread open with his dick slightly deflated.

You’ve never sucked Jaehyun off before, reason being you were afraid of somehow grating him. Yet, your hand holds onto Jaemin’s shaft surprising him. His eyes open and peer at you, but you’re already lowering yourself and you place your lips on the tip, sucking on it swiftly, cheeks hollowing whilst your tongue swirls around his slit. He lets out a string of groans and moans as you continue to pump him, wanting him to cum in your mouth. You give him a few more pumps feeling him twitch before he finally releases his load in your mouth. His warm, white, thick cum fills your mouth, you instantly swallow and squeeze your eyes shut.

Some of his cum had spilled onto your chest then trickled down onto your shirt.

Sitting beside him pulling your shirt over your shoulders and fixing your bra as you button your shirt, you can’t help the smile over your lips as you peek at him- who surprisingly has his eyes on you. “You’re amazing you know,”

“I know,” You laugh a little. Getting your pants on, you begin helping Jaemin to button up his shirt, especially seeing as you’re close to your neighborhood…when you’re still down the mountain, but it’s close.

"So, where are we going?”

“My house,” You say smiling earnestly.

“Is this your house?"

"Yes,"

"This is your house?”

“Yes,”

“This is the inside of your house?”

“Yes,”

"This is the living room?"

"Yes,"

“This is your bathroom?”

“Yes,”

“This is the inside of your room?”

“Yes,”

You answer to all of Jaemin’s straight forward questions, finding it amusing how his jaw drops wider with each and every place you take him too.

“This belongs all to you and your husband? No tenants? Roommates?” Jaemin’s jaw drops upon stepping into the lounge of your house. “No way you’re living here all alone. No pets, no maids, just you? Seriously?” You smile lightly when getting out your room seeing Jaemin’s eyes all over the place ogling your entire house. “No wonder Haera wants me to-”

“No.” You instantly say out loud crossing your arms, coming down the stairs with him. “Don’t do that. Don’t compare yourself to what Haera wants. I didn’t bring you here for that,”

“Oh,” Jaemin somehow feels flustered, and in a charming accent he asks. “So why did you bring me here?”

“You were about to run away from your own house. I know you’re supposed to be celebrating, but,” You hold onto his hand pulling him to follow you as you go up the stairs into one of the balconies. The sun slightly tipping over the mansion of your house has him in awe. “I want you to massage me. Just like you did, the first time we met,”

“Massage?” Jaemin’s eyes turn to you, his eyes widening when you walk backwards undoing your own buttons of your shirt. You turn around and remove your shirt tossing it on the ground, now working on your pants. You stomp them off your legs, walking onto one of the curvy wooden deck chairs- it’s in perfect alignment with the sun. You find yourself laying on it, your red bra and nude bottom (because Jaemin decided to rip off your thong in the car) inviting for Jaemin. “Massage?” He asks again.

“I want your hands on me,”

“You know, it’s not gonna end up in me massaging you right?”

“Whatever it’ll end up being, I don’t care,” You shrug your shoulders leaning your arms on the back of your head. “I just want your hands on my body,”

By the time the clock strikes 6 pm, the knock out time for the employees, there's an atmosphere of longing. To believe that everyone would not be coming in the next day was completely unsettling. For most, their work place had become a home they could escape to, for a few it was a place to escape from- but for everyone it definitely was a part of their lives. Just like their clients, the employees as well found something in this business that they've never found anywhere else. So for the boss, to announce that the next day would be a day off- everyone had the same thought of what they would do when they eventually came back to work. Others for sure thought that they’d be replaced but only time would tell.

For Jaehyun however, the matter was different. Once he closed his laptop and put on his black pullover, all thoughts of business left his brain. The only thoughts that occupied his mind was his reward from his wife that he'd soon get when going home.

He couldn’t lie, he got needy from the thoughts alone, and it didn’t help with the pictures you sent. He had to be modest and not overthink his reward, but he was hoping for something to come out of this. Aside from that, the thoughts alone of spending time with you made his heart beat heavily. For the first in forever he’d be all alone with you.

This would be the earliest he'd be going home, and it made him feel excited like a little boy. So when he leaves his office and locks the door with a part smile playing on his lips, Chae-won who's getting out her cubic notices the little smile and feels chills down her spin. Her boss was definitely possessed. Seeing him happy made her confused. He hands the keys over to her telling her to have a good afternoon before heading to the elevators. In total they're seven elevators but Jaehyun liked the middle elevator more, for no reason in particular.

He steps into the elevator and it begins to go down but he isn't prepared for the amount of times it would seize at random floors with some of the employees wanting to enter. Yet when they realise it’s their boss they quickly excuse themselves and let the elevator door close. After all, who would want to have a ride with the boss? That's scary.

By the time the elevator reaches the 37th floor, Jaehyun has a pained bored expression on his face. When it reaches the 30th floor he has a pounding scowl that pushes away anyone by itself. But on the 26th floor when the elevator doors open, a grinning man, Johnny is the only manager who's got the guts to step into the lift with the boss.

"Sir," Johnny addresses.

Jaehyun acknowledges him. "Johnny,"

"You sound exasperated,"

Jaehyun surprises himself when he finds himself answering. "Since I've been going down. It never stops.”

Johnny chuckles. "Believe it or not sir, this elevator should've been full already by the the first few people of the 39th floor,"

Jaehyun lets out a snicker. "Then why isn't it full?"

"I presume you may be the cause," Johnny nods his head.

"Me?"

"If nobody has told you, let me be the first." Johnny leans in closer. "With respect sir, you could pass for the devil himself. Your face doesn't scream the words inviting or kindness. It screams the words, I'll push you into hell."

This makes Jaehyun automatically soften his face to a decent smile. "I'm well aware of the power I have."

Johnny chuckles. "A high power. I'm surprised you haven't spoken about the deal?"

"I must admit that immediately after the second meeting your enthusiasm shot rocket high. I'm glad that you got our best investor back on board, it really calms me down," Jaehyun nods his head. "Reason I haven't mentioned it, because I want to focus on this little break ahead,"

The elevator door opens on the 20th floor and Jaehyun sighs. "Not again. If you're not getting in press the close button."

At the demanding tone of their boss almost all of them step back allowing for the elevator to go on, that's until a large hand squeezes right in between the closing doors. A rusty Mark comes inside with big deer eyes and an inviting smile, but his whole face freezes at the sight of his boss and his manager. He got why everyone was shifting towards the other elevators instead of this one.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know." His tall figure humbly bows down nearly touching Johnny's waist.

"There's no problem Mark," Johnny, his manager answers. "Jaehyun, this is Mark our fine diplomat and back end developer. He’s in charge of maintaining and storing company data. He's easy money on technology, he brings us the finest designs every time."

Jaehyun nods his head sticking his hand out towards the fellow being. He really didn't want to talk business, he wanted to focus on nothing but the break ahead, but hearing compliments about employees really drew him in. He always felt it was his duty to give thanks to all hard work efforts. "Johnny's regard is never wrong. I trust you're a fine member of our team. Keep it up."

"Thank you sir." Mark smiles withdrawing his hand from the firm grip of the boss. "Thank you for this break as well. It really came unexpectedly. I mean after getting back our prized investor on board, I'd suspect that another row of work was ahead. But this break of meditation is what I needed, what we all needed and–"

"You'll have to forgive Mark here. The downfall of his precious skill and talent, is that he never stops talking," Johnny gives a specific look to the tall being causing Mark to retreat in silence.

Jaehyun nods his head. "In that case, come to my office Thursday morning and we'll see how to use that skill."

"Am I getting promoted?" Mark asks out loud being surprised.

"Self-verification is needed for me to decide that." Jaehyun remarks. "If I remember."

Mark already bows his head and in complete triumph thanks the boss for the promotion. All three men with no further interruption make it peacefully out the elevator and already awaiting for Jaehyun is an arrogant Taeyong.

"Wow you weren't kidding when you said you're coming out early." Taeyong acknowledges with a smirk.

"I wasn't expecting you to come. But since you're here, you can give me a lift." Jaehyun smiles making his way to his private parking, but Taeyong quickly holds him back.

"I get that coming out early has its advantages, I just don't understand this whole smile going on," Taeyong asks. "Plus, my car's this way." Taeyong points outside the building instead of in the parking.

"You mean my car," Jaehyun stands still.

"Well just as you are surprised to see me here, it definitely means I didn't come for you." Taeyong explains.

"Who did you come for if not me?" Jaehyun asks.

Taeyong looks towards the sensory processing machine. A calm and composed Chae-won scans her identity pass card and presses her finger on the little machine allowing her to move through the metal detectors successfully. She instantly meets Taeyong's eyes and he smirks. "Her,"

Chae-won's fasted pace immediately slows down when seeing her boss. Her fingers knit together and her face morphed in shock. Jaehyun on the other hand, briefly turns to Taeyong saying nothing about the matter except for him to lead the way to the car.

Jaehyun takes the front seat just as Taeyong opens up the back door for Chae-won. The trio are on the road with Taeyong driving the car safely playing some light jazz music in the background. The roads are full and lightly heading into traffic as it's 6pm and everyone's leaving work. Taeyong takes a sacred route deciding to drop Jaehyun off first. He wanted his time obviously alone with Chae-won. The car ride was meant for him and her, not a third party. However, no one complained. Jaehyun said nothing concerning why Chae-won was with Taeyong, he didn't even offer it as an option of conversation.

The conversation he had with Taeyong was relaxed and free as if a female wasn't present in the car. All business related matters as well as economic topics and suddenly going to the topic of music, which Chae-won learns that Jaehyun is very passionate in it. He even has records of music that Taeyong still has to return. Chae-won hears her boss laugh for the first time, but slumps because she can’t see it in the backseat position, but she can see Taeyong. Taeyong tries bringing her into the conversation a few times with which she only inputs with polite laughs and hums.

Taeyong turns into the wealthy compound driving up the hill going up into the secured area.

"Wow, sir, you leave on a hill?" Chae-won lowly speaks in absolute bewilderment tone.

Jaehyun hears her and nods his head. "People think that having large amounts of money will fulfill their happiness. They honestly think they can handle that responsibility. Managing a house budget, living from paycheck to paycheck and then growing my empire to this state all so that treasure may follow me. For me this isn't a house on a hill, rather it's a responsibility that I often hold up on a pedestal,"

"Oh please responsibility of what?" Taeyong smirks turning to his friend. "Your house is not too hot or too cold, you've got running water, clean water, you have a plentiful supply of high quality food you don't have to spend your time scrounging around to deliver, especially since you've got a banging wife in your corner. You my friend are basically covered in every sense."

Jaehyun laughs slightly. "Don't call my wife banging. But you're right. I don't have to scrounge around but I do have to ensure that I'm not effecting the stats of mankind, I make sure that at least 20% of my business gross income goes into profitable chains of humanity growth, I have to ensure that I'm not harming the environment and that my means of living do not affect or rather contribute to evil capitalist. I'm not ashamed to make money, but I have to hold myself in check every time. So this house is a responsibility, rather then a lifestyle."

"Branding, marketing and sales are different. Yet you are constantly branding, which is a long-term game. You are missing out on opportunities just because you make everything in your boxed world perfect. Jaehyun you need to live, at least just a little. Take a vaction trip with your wife, go get a massage, when was the last time you even partied? Kiss your wife like you're going mad, make love to her so that you she doesn't go branding off to another guy, because let's face it, you leaving her alone all the time is a scary amount of trust that you're placing on her," Taeyong advices. "I'm telling you Chae, frat boy Jaehyun is a different breed and man all together," Taeyong jokes making Chae-won giggle while Jaehyun snorts out a mocking laugh.

"I do not have the time to do all those things just yet," Jaehyun comments. "Besides, I know my wife. She's faithful,"

In the backseat, Chae-won smiles at the sound of her boss sounding soft like a petal for his wife. With her eyes still looking so stunned by the beauty of his house, she can't help but look at Taeyong. It's been a while since she got laid.

Getting her eye back on the view of the mansion, she's stuck in awe, with the sunset still setting, creating soft pastel colors of orange to surround as well as put emphasis on the grand size of the house. The more they go up, the bigger it gets until she comes with a side view of the entire house, but it’s being blocked by huge gates.

Taeyong stops the car by a set of huge gates, the security guard opens up his little window seeing Taeyong and Jaehyun before opening up the gate, humbly greeting both the men. The drive way is long and covered by massive trees but finally when they reach to a stop Chae-won's jaw cannot close by itself anymore. This isn’t just a house, it’s a dream that she’s always wanted. It looks more like a large banquet hall or even conference building. The vogue white with grey elevated high roofs, the house itself is charmed with beauty and old money. The windows are high, clear and clean- with just the right amount of sunlight hitting against and creating a hue of reflection making Chae-won feel partially blind from it’s elegance. Of course she couldn’t expect anything less from her boss, but this was just killing her. This house, this mansion was not just a dream but the type of dream lifestyle she could never have. To see it, to really set eyes on a mansion, she knows now that if she works hard enough… it can be possible for her too.

There’s absolutely no way he stays alone in this house with just his wife. It’s huge!

"Thanks," Jaehyun opens up the door.

"No problem," Taeyong smiles turning to the backseat looking at Chae-won, who's still fanatic over her boss's house. "Come to the front babe,"

The word babe gets her out of her day dream and she shakes her head before looking back to Taeyong. He just nods his head to the front and she opens up her door as well. To her surprise Jaehyun is already going up the stairs of his house. Just a little bit longer, she takes a good glance at the mansion, letting her eyes go over its aesthetics.

“One day.” She quickly takes the front seat, buckling herself. "Did he say bye?" She asks looking out the window again.

Taeyong smirks slightly turning to her, he draws his hand under her chin turning her fixed eyes onto his. "He doesn't need to say bye, am I dying?"

"Uh, no?" She tilts her head being confused.

"Then there's no need for such words," he gets close enough to leave a bold statement on her neck, nibbling her skin a little bit more. Her eyes instantly close feeling her heart raising in a good way. "Mmm, how about we go back to your place and have some tea then we can get into it yeah?"

"Agreed," she pants out as he begins driving with his hand running up and down her thigh. The image of Jaehyun's home leaving her mind being replaced by the silk white duvet that Taeyong, for the second time would be placing her on. "I honestly thought you would be a one-night stand guy and I'd never see you again,"

"What am I now?" Taeyong asks.

"A second night stand guy who I'm seeing again,"

Taeyong chuckles while leaving the complex block of diverse houses just as Jaehyun enters into his home. With the open view windows allowing the sunset to shine into the house, Jaehyun carefully closes the large door walking inside with a smile as his eyes look up the high ceiling wondering where you are. Walking a few steps within the house, his eyes turn to the open layer of the living room- but he doesn’t see you. He leaves his work bag on the ornamented cream podium holding up vases of lilac flowers- you especially liked them because of their radiant pigments in boldness.

He goes up the long curvy flight of stairs passing by the large spaced area filled with podiums of different vases or statues before going to look for you in the room.

He frowns when opening up the door and you’re not there as well. He removes his black pullover and undoes his tie opening up the first few buttons. He was expecting to find you at home so that he could, once again, surprise you. But like the other time, you don’t seem to be home. He continues to search, hoping that you’d be perhaps in the kitchen and your camera studio which is in one of the rooms upstairs, but you aren’t there.

He however finds your shirt, pants and bra left out in the open on one of the balconies. The sight has him in fantasy, but he tries to find you first. What surprise did you plan for him?

Maybe you’re with Haera again. He picks up his phone going down the steps about to call you-

But that's until the front door opens up and a long dragged groan is heard from the living room. His eyebrows knot together and he quietly makes it down the steps seeing you holding a few paper bags in your hands as your phone is pressed in between your ear and shoulder. You stomp through the house going to the kitchen, with a quiet Jaehyun following behind you. You’re in a tensed conversation and Jaehyun’s face gets engulfed in anger- wondering who’s making you angry like that.

"I've had enough of this Haera. Just stop please!" You lose it. "Stop! I'm tired of you always saying that. Jaehyun isn't-" You drop the paper bags with grocery items sticking out on the counter. "He's not cheating on me! You don’t know him, you aren’t the one married to him. Why the hell do you always have that mentality? I'm not you! And you’re not me, stop sticking your foot in me and my husband’s relationship. My husband loves me and will never do that- Don't you dare go there. I swear to god Haera if you-" You huff out your hand gripping on the counter.

Jaehyun not liking how upset and fired up you’re getting immediately steps in your view caressing your waist taking the phone out of your tight grip. You jump a little but upon seeing Jaehyun your heart cools down. Yet, your heartbeats fast, when how minutes ago Jaemin went down on you in the house. Why is it, that only when you’re getting your hands dirty, Jaehyun is here? The tears are close to spilling out your eyes, and just seeing him makes you want to cry. Haera was fired up- saying how she spotted him with someone else. You knew she was lying but still, the mere fact that it could be a reality had you in rage-full tears, because you know him and how much he loved you. When you blink, the little tears leave your eyes and you have to cover your face sniffing back.

Jaehyun can hear the heated tension even before the phone is to his ear. Haera's screams are heard but immediately silence down when hearing a deep voice that she hasn't heard in so long. He speaks calmly but his threat shuts Haera up immediately. "Upset my wife again Haera, and I'll have you blacklisted all over the country. You know I can do that right? Don't test me."

After his threat he cuts the call leaving the phone on the counter. With his hand massaging around your waist, his heart slumps when seeing you sniff back. Carefully, he turns his body towards you bringing your waist closer to him. "Is this what you have to deal with every time I'm not home?" He whispers gently circling his hand around your wrist and the other departs from your waist to the back of your head. “Oh honey,”

You sulk and rest your head on his chest playing with the collar of his shirt as he places his face in between your neck, his hands circling your waist. You close your eyes only happy to have his warmth sipping into you along with the fragrance of his scent. "The worst,"

"Don't mind her,” Jaehyun assures calmly. “I'm here now,"

Your smile rises up to your eyes and you lean back to have a look at him. “Yes you are," Your about to ask about his work and why he's home early but his hand twirls you around and you giggle when your back is pressed against his front.

"Now," he claps his hands, still keeping your embraced and cupped into him with his chin on top of your head, rubbing his hands heading to the counter to the bags you brought in. "What are we making?"

"You decide," You smile beginning to unpack the few things you bought from the store. "It's been a long time since you've eaten what you wanted,"

He laughs. "That's right, you've just been giving me whatever you wanted without any of my consent,"

"I bought these," you show him the view of the full packet of smoked fish and oysters. “I was thinking seaside marinated salmon Sashimi and oyster fritters. What would you want?”

"I love that already,” Jaehyun’s smile is bright when you crane your neck to have a look at him.

“Yes, but what would you want? Side dish wise,”

“Hmm let's see, maybe you?"

"You're still such a bad flirt," You giggle.

"Spicy carbonara and spam omelet kimbap," Jaehyun kisses your neck.

“You’re so simple,” You can't help the giggle that bubbles inside of you as you lay your head back on his chest. "Today we’re gonna cook together. Is that okay?”

His lips find yours and his hands wrap around your waist making you turn around so that his lips can feel you more. Your moist plump lips have him wanting more, but he walks backwards before he places you on the kitchen stool. He breaks the kiss looking into your eyes before kissing you again. "Why don’t you sit," he whispers causing her to smile. “And then I can cook?”

"Tap me in when you need help,"

The evening goes well with some white wine and you catching Jaehyun up on your little house adventures, from changing up all the furniture to setting up a new studio in one of the rooms because of the view. Jaehyun inputs about the vases of flowers he saw, and how liked the warm colors around the house. He comments about how he likes that you’re not as bored around the house, but still enquires about getting a little cat to keep you company. For every little thing he makes, he allows you to have a taste- and eventually it becomes you walking around with wine being his taste subject, until you take over with him now drinking wine and letting himself go.

A nice supper around the kitchen filled with chatting mostly coming from you and Jaehyun admiring your entire being. His cheeks a light pink, his hair fuzzy and his enticing eyes on you while you both eat the delicious combinations of food. You both drink less, talk more, make subtle touches here and there loving the feel of having company tonight.

You don’t mention his work, feeling that it’ll be a complete kill mood, so you joke about taking over his work so that you can eat like this every day. Jaehyun loves to cook, although not to wash and dry, however, wanting more time to touch and feel him, you wash and he dries the plates. Jaehyun opens a new bottle of wine, kissing your cheek as you feel on his hair. He traps you in between the counter letting his nose sniff you, your body getting warm enjoying his presence. Quietly you both talk less, drink more and smile at each other going around the house.

“What new photos have you worked on?”

His question becomes a little tour around your little studio on the second floor where your photo designs and catalogues are. One thing Jaehyun loved about you, was your art and passion for photos. You were aesthetic and had a complete furtive sensual vibe. Your pictures are fabulous as usual and imaginative, some quite delicate, others a little erotic and emotional. While he looks through your various photos, specifically your erotic catalogue, you move to the next room going over to his record player setting the mood when playing one of his favorite records.

Cigarettes after sex.

No sooner then later, he follows you into the room where all his records where styled and hung on the wall, some cd players having their own wall as well. “Loved what you’ve done here,”

“All things music,” You smile.

Conversation easily sips into remarks that Jaehyun finds amusing of all the things you’re into, as well as all the embarrassing songs you were into. The only thing standing between him and you is his wide and diverse interest in music. A passion for heavy nostalgic music to gentle classics. Kept in a class case is an electric guitar that he gets out to play for you just as John Wayne plays. You play very badly which makes him laugh, yet he goes in sync with the tone and melody. You stand around him, drinking and slowly moving your body in a thematic suggestive way. Both your glasses are empty now, as you sit on the floor, listening to him sing along like the fanboy he his. But instead of it being unbearable to listen to, it’s smooth and music to your ears.

He makes you laugh, which intrigues you all the time, he’s hard looking but is so sensitive, yet closed but is so interesting. And that’s what you loved about him, because he was interesting as a person. He asks insightful questions, gives open answers, doesn’t try to impress you or even try to be cool, he’s just himself and smiles knowingly when you do something. Natural. Everything with him, is always so natural.

He connects the speakers to the record, so that the gentle album plays on with you and him souring around the house talking about kissing, and talking and kissing, kissing and drinking wine on the kitchen counter. Talking more and straddling him in the living room, talking and laughing, cuddling and laying your head on his chest. He gets up, from the living room going to the neighboring living room where they fire place is set. You follow him, the warmth on your cheeks making you aware of your little excitement. It’s an electronic fire place, so while he sets it up setting the view of which fire would look good and what temperature matches the mood- your sidetracked when you hear a ringing phone. It’s yours.

The smile drowns slowly from your face, before you move away from heated room moving to the kitchen.

"Jaemin?" You whisper and move further inside shutting the French doors. "Why are you calling me at this time? Are you insane!"

Jaemin's tone drastically turns to surprise. He isn’t expecting you to be angry, from the few times he calls you’d be wet and ready for him. "What's wrong? Why's my sweetheart yelling?"

"I'm not your sweetheart. Don't call me that," You warn as your chest rises. "My husband's home. So don't call me again."

"Your husband-"

You cut the call grumbling to yourself, scolding yourself for making him believe he had a chance with you.

"Jae?" You call out walking out the kitchen not finding him where you last left him.

"Upstairs,"

Instead of the living room downstairs, you follow his voice to the spacious living room upstairs seeing him on the floor by the fire place, not the electronic one, but the actual one. It already has wood inside, and by the rise of the slow flames you can see him with the metal stick conducting the fire. "Hey," You smile entering the room, suddenly aware of the setting.

Taking a seat next to him on the pillows that he has planted on the floor.

He adjusts his position laying his head on your thighs, his hand gently travelling to your neck as his eyes beam into you. "Why are you so…”

"So what?"

"Beautiful," his breath is soft, with a smile crawling on his lips.

You roll your head around trying not to laugh. "How dare you use the B word? I thought we weren't gonna use that word anymore,"

"Can’t help it when it’s true," he snickers slowly. You can feel the love in the atmosphere, and his eyes say it all. He wants you. "It's been a while seeing your face, you know what I missed most?"

"My eyes?" You ask and he blinks slowly with his dimpled smile never fading. "What did you miss?"

“Touch me with a kiss, want you to feel me on your lips,” He mummers lowly singing along with the record playing in the back.

You carefully bend down tilting your head to the side meeting his lips. It doesn't take long for him to respond to your kiss, his hand moving behind her neck removing her ribbon allowing your hair to fan across your shoulder. He breaks the kiss just to see the twinkle in your eyes and your face.

"Goddamn, you’re beautiful," he mutters thickly. He takes initiative getting his head off your lap, pushing you back on the pillows, holding you down lightly as you arch patiently towards him. He smiles taking his sweet time. He mouths his way down your neck undoing the buttons of your shirt. Having his warm fingers tingle your skin, you feel his big hands going behind your back unclipping your bra. "Is this okay?"

"Mmh," your whispers.

He continues to mouth his way up your body, your warmth on his tongue when he kisses you again. He strokes your heavy tits as they splay on either side of your ribcage, his mouth now going lower and lower. He dips his tongue into your middle tracing delicate whorls down your belly, leaving your large rounds to unbutton your jeans pulling them down along with her white erotic panties. He then spreads your legs and pulls you to the edge of him, you sit up helping him unbutton his shirt and removing his pants. Just as your lips find his again, the taste lingering of the wine. Tongues wrestling around each other, your wetness on his and his wetness on you.

"Tell me what you want," he begins kissing your neck again allowing you to move your hands anywhere. You clutch his back going up to his neck running her hands on his hair. He isn’t to know that you had rough sex with Jaemin today- TWICE!

His lips find yours just as his manhood falls on your thigh making you moan. He laughs a little into the kiss, especially when his member rods itself and moves gently. Feeling him, you gasp lightly. How you’ve missed this, you’ve missed him and his member which always had a mind of its own.

"Hold me," You breaks the kiss whispering into his ear. He picks you up placing you on his shaft, you both stare into each other’s eyes strings of moans leaving your lips. Jaemins might’ve been rough, but Jaehyun was a package full of caring. Upon adjusting to his member, with your eyes fixed on his own lustful eyes, he pounds himself hard and comes out slow, going in hard and coming out slow.

His eyes, your lustful sanctuary, his body pressing into yours loving the bounce of your breast. His eyes never leave yours, just as his slow passionate thrust become heavy and more impactful, before plunging inside- his hips bucking into you rampaging inside of you, your wetness invites and envelopes him with every coming in. Your eyes shut, your hands on his shoulders, allowing him to do all the heavy lifting. You feel as though you might fly off him with every thrust he engraves in you.

You’re breathlessly moaning out at the top of your lungs, your head thrown back, just as his arms grip onto your waist, humping and grunting every time.

You’re moaning out his name, calling out to him eagerly and passionately only making him grow harder inside of you. “Jae~ Jae don’t stop, ah don’t stop~” He’s panting, holding you tight helping you go up and down, moving together.

You were his first and every time he’d get at it with you, he always felt the same as the first time. Special. He loved being inside you, how you made him feel. Under your skin and inside his head, he can’t help but press you into him hugging you tight as he pounds into you, his eyes on you. Even though you struggle to keep your eyes open, his eyes are on you loving your every expression. You are so beautiful that he doesn’t even know what to do.

When you both come into each other, you’re left shaking on his member from the pleasure and that makes Jaehyun laugh.

“How I missed that,” He laughs kissing your chest as you hug his body close to you.

He then lays your body back on the fort of pillows, spooning you into him, his breath hitting warmly against your back, his warm temperature making you push further into him, his arms around your waist just as the other hand strokes her hair and scalp from the back.

You briefly turn your body so that you’re facing him, your eyes leach into his own lustful ones. He whispers to you. "I'm crazy about you,"

You smile tiredly. “Love on the floor,”

He kisses your lips briefly muttering how we’ll get cold, before moving getting up quick and moving to couch where there’s a little adornment blanket. You place your head underneath your hand smiling when you look at him and his firm buttock. The confidence he has, makes you prrr out. “So manly,”

He chuckles deeply picking it up and coming back on the floors resting his head on the pillow next to you while using the soft refined sheet to drape around us. “Feels like we’re emperors,”

“Why do you say that?” He smile already having a feeling you’d understand.

“Sex by the fire, draped in sheets,” He mutters softly his eyes following his finger as it traces you’re your outline. From your lips down to your breast that’s firmly perking. His head dips down and he slants over to give your boobs attention. You moan lightly turning your head to look for your pants. When you find it, you pick it up getting your phone. Opening up the camera to pane down to your husband sucking your nipple off, you take a picture capturing the moment.

Just then, he smirks and moves his head back just as you snap another picture. He takes your phone gently from your grip and mutters. “Trust me when I say, the view of you is much better,” And he’s not wrong. You’re lying in front of the fire place, with your head prepped up by your elbow bent you’re your head on the palm of your hand and the blanket draped over your waist exposing the graceful beauty which are your boobs. Jaehyun gets himself steady, leaning back setting the phone on landscape view taking motionless pictures of you. You pose with your eyes vastly focused on him, until you move to him holding onto his waist kissing the tip of his slowly hard cock. “Baby,” he whispers, snapping a picture being impressed by your eyes that peer up. You begin to rub your hand up his chest, you lips kissing up his abs licking on them.

Your phone then rings, and his eyes move to the name being shown while the phone rings in silence. He tilts his head by the odd name. "Haera's husband?"

Instantly your motion of going down on him stops- if Jaehyun looked at the camera that was still opened he would’ve seen the guilt wave wash over your eyes in the instant, however it’s on the contact name. "Who's he?”

He turns the phone around, his eyes now turning to you.

He doesn’t look suspicious of anything just confused. And he really is, why is Haera’s husband calling you and who is he? The Haera he knew never had a husband. “And why's he calling you?"

Your hand is fast in taking the phone from his hand. "He's Haera's husband and he's probably calling because umm, he's looking for Haera or something. Because you know, she's crazy and stuff and not even her husband can keep up with her," You nervously ramble and cut the call- switching off the phone altogether clearing your throat before laying down again, just as Jaehyun follows you.

“Husband?" Jaehyun’s eyes enlighten. Your races wondering what he’s thinking. "Haera has a husband? That's shocking, who could love a cold soul like hers?"

"That's harsh babe, don't be like that," You pick up quick on his words and try to deviate the direction of the conversation a little.

“Don’t hate me,” He snickers using his fingers to brush over your jawline. “It’s what she used to say about me,”

Suddenly your thoughts aren’t on getting caught, but at the slight recollection of memories. As much as Haera loved dragging your relationship with Jaehyun down, in college it wasn’t any easier with her constantly giving him side eyes and attitude saying he didn’t deserve you at all. She’d say all sorts of nasty things indirectly addressing him whenever he was around. She’d look at you and say them out loud while he was there- she said some really nasty things as if he wasn’t even there. “You still remember her words?”

Jaehyun’s eyes go over your face for a brief second. He doesn’t say anything, as his eyes fall to your lips that’s in a slight frown. Simply, he breathes out. Jaehyun can never forget it. He can never forget how much Haera criticized everything about him because he was poor and an orphan, saying rude things all the time to him. It’s one of the many worries he had, that you’d eventually listen to your best friend and leave him alone.

Being in his own head, his eyes snap away from your lips when their pressed gently against his, before you rest your head on his chest snuggling to get into his arms. “I could love a cold soul like you. In fact, I love you,"

That puts a slight smile on his face, just as his hand roams around the nude your back. "Why didn't you answer his call?" He asks out the blue, plucking your attention back on stress. This time Jaehyun wonders deeply, about why Haera’s husband would call you- especially at this time of the night. For that reason, you sigh out internally and lean back to look into his eyes. "It’s hard keeping up with her, so he could be worried about something?”

You find yourself shrugging your shoulders. "I don't care about her or him. He's most likely gonna complain just like Haera- but let's not focus on that. It's all about you right," You dodge again.

He smirks and picks up your hand kissing on it. “I have the whole day off tomorrow,”

Your eyes enlarge in delight. “Are you serious? Are you really serious? I’ll really be waking up with you next to me? Jae?” You instantly smile looking up to him with tremendous joy. "Jae, I’ve missed spending time with you,”

In your heart, you repent. You repent for cheating on Jaehyun, as you know that your eyes on him are wholesome and pure. You love him. Even when you’re with Jaemin (which should never happen again- YOU’RE SERIOUS THIS TIME) your heart longs for Jaehyun. It’s the only reason, why you’ve allowed yourself to indulge in Jaemin, because you’ve been lonely. But recently, Jaehyun’s presence seems consistent. You don’t want him to disappear into his office again. You hold onto him tightly feeling so right.

“I’m sorry,” You say quietly, but his ears hear.

“About?” He whispers.

And you dig yourself into him. You can’t say the real reason why, and you also feel guilty for any words that might leave your lips. You’ve been a bad wife. “For making you work so hard,”

Jaehyun’s heart that was tightened in worry, calms down by your words. His arms circle you tight and not letting you go. His only fear is you letting go of him. “I’m sorry too,”

Now it’s time for your heart to heave in your chest. “Why?”

“For leaving you alone,” He presses himself closer to you again.

Even though he's holding you in his arms, he can't help but fear that you're somehow a bit distant from him. Perhaps it's because of not seeing each other in so long, but there's something else you're not showing and letting on. He can't help but think about Taeyong's words. He just hopes that it isn't true.

Part 3

[andguesswhat]

Just a quickie. Actually for @zuzla33, because she helped me to get sweet dreams. But I don't know if she even wants it 😅

Stay strong!

Of vegetables and fruits

*

Armie was in the vegetable and fruit section at a fine little supermarket in a mall when his cell phone rang.

Timmy.

"Hey babe..."

A deep groan greeted him. "Hhhm, Armie, mmm, please talk dirty to me.... nghh." Okayyyy, Tim was clearly jerking off.

Armie took a second. Looked around. Lots of people around him, the walk to the car too long.

"Armie, hhm, please... I need you... ahh."

Uhm yes, but really not right now.

"I miss you Armie..." Another groan on the other side of the line, begging and desperate.

Armie sighed. Okay, okay. He looked around and walked towards the fruit display.

"Uhm... I was thinking about bringing you some peaches.... They look really good, you know.... Really ripe, but firm... and uhm a bit tiny, but very tasty looking, you know.... And um... juicy, soft skin, but really juicy... and I'd really like to.... um take a bite of one right now, you know...."

"Hhm! Yes, Armie... More!"

"Aaaand... oh look, this one has a big.... notch... I can slide my thumb over it..."

"Ah!"

"Well, I really wish I wasn't standing in a supermarket right now, but ... um... somewhere else ... so I could ... could put my mouth on it ... And uhm" Armie turned a little, whispered, "... and could lick it."

"Yes, Armie! More..."

More, more… okay...

"I want your dick, Armie."

That, too. Okay… Armie continued to look around. This was getting a little stressful here.

Okay, okay... zucchinis, carrots, there.

He walked toward the vegetable display.

"Oh yeah, that's right, I was supposed to bring aubergines. Oh, those aubergines look good. So plump and big and so ready...to...um put them in the ...um oven?" Oh man, this was ridiculous. Armie shook his head with a laugh.

"Yes, Armie, fuck me with your big aubergine! God, I'm so close..."

But apparently not quite there yet. Armie looked around again. And went back to the fruit display.

"I thought I’d bring some bananas, too. Wow, they're almost as big as the eggplants. They really look incredibly delicious. Did I ever tell you what I did with one of those really uhm... ripe bananas?"

"God, Armie, I'm so close!" Timmy's moans grew louder and louder, and Armie was beginning to worry that the whole supermarket was listening in.

"Okay, so I took the peeled banana and squeezed it, really hard, so that the thick. juicy. juice. just squirted into my mouth..."

"Aaaaah-"

The call was disconnected.

Hmm.

Armie looked around. None of the people seemed to be staring at him, which was a good sign.

But somehow he was a little lost now.

What was he shopping for again?

Peaches, eggplants, zucchini, was there anything that didn't make him think of Timmy in his hotel room now?

He stood a little indecisive between vegetables and fruit when his cell phone rang again.

"Hey, babe," Timmy chirped contentedly in his ear, "sorry, came on the button... I mean, my finger, not..." Timmy giggled.

Armie smiled. Sleepy, giggly Timmy. He missed him.

He was glad Timmy was feeling a little better. The last few days had been bad, phone calls Timmy wouldn't take, phone calls that left a stale feeling because Armie couldn’t help. Then yesterday they had finally had a good conversation. And today...

"How are you?" asked Timmy.

"Well, I'm standing in the supermarket with a boner, so nothing unusual..."

Timmy laughed again. "I'll make it up to you on the next call! Have you seen my t-shirt today? Death Trip?"

"Tyler pointed it out to me."

"Man, and you are my husband, I can't believe it!"

Armie rolled his eyes but smiled.

"Did you mean me or you by that?" he asked.

"Us both…“ was Timmy’s serious reply. „But we get through this, don't we?"

"Yes." He wished he was with Timmy now. "I'm glad you're better."

"Can't wait to see you."

"I sent you the usual dick pics later."

Timmy laughed. "Or one with the banana."

"Up my ass or...?"

Timmy laughed even harder. "Miss ya and love ya."

"Same, just more."

*