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eyesxxyou · 1 year ago

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My Hero

☆🕷️。・hobie brown x blackcat!reader

rating. m

word count. 3.3k

synopsis. you and Hobie have long been playing the game of cat and spider. you chase, you fight, you fuck, you fight again, and you two love your games. until you find your life in danger because you stole something you shouldn't have

✩°｡ ⋆⸜ 🐾warning: p in v sex, unprotected sex don't do that children, a bit of sub!hobie, riding, reverse cowgirl, oral (m receiving) a bit of anal play not much though, hobie being kinda whiny and needy.

You always had a way of coming back into Hobie’s life when he needed you to the very least. Just when he was beginning to think that maybe he wasn’t head over heels obsessed with the Black Cat as he thought he was, that he’d be able to look at you one day and not have the irresistible urge to kiss you and take you wherever the two of you might be, whether you be allies or enemies that day. He’d think that smile of yours, filled with chaos and mischief, framed in the silver fangs of your piercings, was just like any other, and that he didn’t have every inch of your body committed to memory.

Then you’d pop back up from wherever you spent your down time and bring back with you all the emotions he thought he had discarded in the rubbish bin down the street as well as your usual additional bullshit that he always played his own part in. That’s how you ended up in his very own bed, his real bed, the one he sleeps in every night, in just a thong and a baby tee that says 'I love (the love is a heart) to make men cry' as your hair now black as the night sky.

He never told you where he lived. No one would have assumed that the vigilante Spider-Man would live on a canal boat. But you were smart, crafty. If anyone were to figure it out, it would have been you.

Hobie was just swinging back on to his docked boat when he felt the familiar tingle of his spidey-senses going off. The prickling of his hair standing as his body moved by its own fruition. He leapt out of the way just before one of your knives could catch him. It came from overhead, the top of his boat where you perched yourself. The knife lodged itself in the wooden deck between his booted feet and he looked up at you.

There it was. All those feelings. They disgusted him but he loved you. He loved your slightly violent ways of showing love that never leave him wounded for long. Your usually pure white hair now raven black in wild curls, bad luck and even worse intentions radiating off of you. The smallest twinkle of fondness in your eyes as you look at him with that grin of yours.

“You always gotta try ‘n kill me every time we meet?” Hobie asks you at you drop down from your perch in front of him with the agility of a cat and snatch up your knife from his deck. You’re in regular clothes with a duffle bag tossed over your shoulder and cat-ish makeup on your pretty face. “I never try to kill you, hon. Just testing your reflexes.” You tucked your knife away, Your hand coming to rest on his chest affectionately. “Miss me, Bee?”

Always. “‘Aven’ crossed ma min’, luv.” He spoke gruffly. You looked up at him with knowing eyes. “I missed you too.” You got up on your toes, your hand coming to the nape of his neck to pull him close and kiss him, a friendly hello to make up from your aggressive one. Hobie kissed you back immediately, didn’t even have to think about it, how body did all the work for him. He knew he should be asking questions. How the fuck did you figure out where he lived for one. But oh— it’s like you knew that kissing him would make him nice, malleable, agreeable, and dumb. Hobie’s not dumb. He’d wise up quick so you had to beat him to the punch.

“I need your help, Hobes.” You murmured against his lips before he kissed you once again in sloppy play fighting with your tongues. “I’m in trouble.”

“When are you no’?” He left out in a slight breathless chuckle, finally pulling away. Wised up. “Wha’cha do?”

You nipped softly at your bottom lip, containing a slight smile. But if he wasn’t mistaken, there was a bit of fear behind those eyes. “I stole something I shouldn’t have.”

“Those are the only thin’ worth stealin’.”

“Bad people are after me, Hobie, and I need a place to lay low for a little bit.” Your lips twitched a little. Yes, definitely fear. “I need help and I heard Spider-Man is in the business of helping people.” It was definitely a shot at your pride. You hated admitting you needed help, spent years drowning because you denied everyone's attempts to throw you a life raft. Hobie knew you’d rather stab yourself in the foot. And that meant this was serious.

"Come on, le's ge' inside."

And that's why you're here in his bed, because the fear of being suffocated in your sleep in your own home left you paranoid. Hobie settled down beside you in his narrow bed with his arm tossed behind his head, the action pulling his shirt up just enough to reveal his naval and that beautiful happy trail leading down his low-hanging sweatpants. "Wha'cha take?"

"Nosey much?" Yet, you cozied up right beside him in his rather cushy bed. You liked the way he smelled, like musk and sweat and the faint hint of faded body wash. Some days, depending on the activities, he smelt metallic, like blood, and you loved that even more. You love his sharp, stoic beauty. Loved his hair and the unmarked flesh of his neck that was usually either bruised or cut in some way. Sometimes done by your own hand.

Hobie's hand was on your thigh, the pads of his fingers messaging your flesh as he looked at your face, dimly lit by the waning moonlight reflecting off the broad ocean and glittering into your face. Your lips were wet, full, pouty. Your eyes sharp and piercing. He could see the pretty peaks of your nipples beneath your shirt. He wanted to run his thumb across them, call you his pretty girl. Mumble into your mouth incoherent words of ignorant admiration. "You came t'me, lovie. I feel I gotta righ' to know wha' kinda trouble you're in."

You two couldn't keep your grubby paws off of each other, always stealing touches, slight caresses like you two were fooling anyone. Every fluid movement between you two, always playing off each other's last, was done like something of a ritualistic dance. You take something from him, he takes it back, whether by hand or by web, you get up close and with both of your quick instincts you're fighting over the objects of your desire, seeing who's wit will prevail in the end. Your banter often followed the same routine.

"Well, I feel I have the right to reserve that info. Jus' do your job, pretty boy. Keep me safe so people don't come and ruin this pretty face you like so much." You pull him close and place a soft kiss on his slender cheek before dropping the matter all together. "But— I am very grateful for your kindness. My hero." You press your lips against the shell of his ear, peppering kisses against his skin.

You shuffled about in his bed, maneuvering between his legs with your hands against his sweatpants to pull them down. "I want to thank you."

Hobie let out a breathy chuckle as you worked to pull his cock out from his pants. "I don't need thanks, par' of ma job, but I won' refuse one." Not with lips like yours and a sharp tongue that could turn so, so soft when put to good use.

Your hands held his half-hard cock, twitching with the pumping blood that made him grow harder by the second, and you stroked him softly, gathering saliva to spit on his tip and spread down his length. Hobie shuttered under your touch, looking down at you through hooded lids as his tongue poked out to wet his lip then nip at it. "Go easy." He murmured, knowing he mercilessly beat his cock earlier to the thought of you, not knowing when he might see that pretty body of yours again.

You always start so slow, feigning a sort of innocence about the way you kiss his leaking tip and suckle on it as you look up at him through your long lashes. You'd keep going on like this forever if you had the choice but Hobie was impatient and restless. Grunting with pleasure and disapproval, he'd tuck his fingers in the curls of your hair and get a nice, firm grasp before pushing your head down further.

You'd relent, let your jaw slack so he could sink his cock further into your mouth, the sensitive tip of his dick dragging across the plain of your tongue. He'd let out something of a strangled, choking whimper before biting his lip. "Fuckin'-" He'd let out in a breathy moan as his head would fall back and he'd guide you head up and down the length of his cock.

It happened every time and this was no different other than the slight way from the waves rocking the boat. His fingers were in your hair, guiding your movements as his dick slid along your tongue against your throat. "Goo', kitty." He stroked your head and pulled your head away to stroke the tip of his cock against your saliva-coated lips.

You took him all the way to the hilt, let him settle down your throat before swallowing. It drove him crazy, made him shiver as he pressed your face to his pelvis and coaxed you to do it again. You swallowed and swallowed before pulling your head back and swirling your tongue against the head of his cock. You bobbed your head at a nice, steady pace, reveling in every hiss that escaped his dark, pretty lips.

He was losing himself to you, to that mouth, to that dark gaze of yours. Head like this made him fall in love. Made him completely mad for you. And oh, you were bad, so bad and he needed you. He needed to be inside you, needed you in top of him.

Hobie moaned softly. "Come'ere." He pulled you off his cock and pulled you up the length of his body.

You kissed him, hand stroking his length in gentle strokes while you sat on his thighs. His tongue found yours, your teeth nipped at his full lip. "You like to pretend you don't miss me but you gotta miss head like that."

"You have no idea, luv."

You climbed further on top of him, kneeling above him with your hands caressing the sides of his pretty face. "Just lay back and let me thank you, hmm? I'm not always so grateful." You pushed him back against his few pillows. Hobie lied with a hand behind his head, watching as you got up and turned around to give him a nice view of your ass from behind.

You pulled your thong to the side, that pretty pussy of yours on display for him, nice and wet. You reached back and took him into you hand to drag the thick of his cock between your pussy lips, stroking your aching clit with his tip. You got him nice and wet with the creamy juices of your cunt before lining him up against your wanting entrance.

He slid in so nicely, the tip stretched your nether lips apart. Your back arched subtly as you pushed your ass back more and let him sink deeper within you. Hobie pulled a single hand from behind his head and grabbed a handful of your ass to get a better view,

That pussy of yours could make a grown man weep. So wet, so tight, so mind-numbingly soft. You knew how to move your hips in just the right fashion to make him want to cum inside every single time. Just the sight of your lips hugging his cock was enough to make him crumble in ways no other could make him. He’s whimpered for you for fucks sake and one rested in his throat right at this very moment.

You sat in his lap with his member sitting snugly in you. You rocked your hips nice and slow, circling in a way that left you shuddering. Hobie squeezed your ass then smacked it with a sharp swing of his palm. “Don’ start teasin’ now, kitty. Show me.” He pressed his hand against your lower back just enough to get a nice view of his cock inside of you. His thumb rubbed circles against your asshole and earned him something of a whimper.

You placed your hands on his thighs as leverage and raised your hips, moaning at the feeling of his thick cock dragging against your sensitive walls. You went until only the tip remained before sitting back down and taking him in once more.

"Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck!" The last one was long and drawn out as you felt him nuzzle against your cervix and press against that soft place in your walls that made you grip his thighs tight and need him a little more.

Hobie cupped your ass with his hand, this thumb still tentatively rubbing circles against your tight rim of muscles as you took him over against and again. That pretty pussy of yours so idyllic it looked more like a fleshlight than anything. It gripped him like a vice, like a sin, oh you were such a sin and you felt so good.

"Shit, luv– fuck. Treatin' me good f'once aren'cha?"

You rose until your pussy let him go with a nice, wet pop and swiftly turned around to straddle him as you were before. "I can treat you so much better, Hobes." You reached back, let him take your cunt again and watched his face as his brows furrowed and his mouth fell open with the beginnings of a moan.

Your eyes rolled back as he entered you fully, lids fluttering. You stroked his head and rutted your hips against his own, your clit stroking against his pelvis. You moaned softly, looking down at his pretty face looking equally as fucked out.

Hobie's hands grappled at your hips, thighs, and ass, unsure of where he wanted his hands the most. "Keep fuckin' me like tha'." His hands finally settled on your waist, forced you up and down on his cock like his personal sextoy. His hands were under that little baby tee you were wearing, squeezing handfuls and fondling your breasts.

Hobie's head rolled back, his eyes fluttering shut with the pleasure of it all. With a pussy like this, if you asked him to give up being Spider-Man, he would. With a pussy like this, you could ask him anything and he'd agree with you. So nice and tight and wet. He could feel that slick of yours dribbling down his length, rolling in clear pearls over his balls.

You grabbed his jaw and forced him to look at you. "Keep those eyes on me, Bee. Pretty eyes like those, I wanna see'em." Those eyes that look at you in a hooded daze, not a thought in that brain of his just you, you, you. His hands stroked the sides of your body, cupped your tits, grappled at your hips, forced you to fuck him harder.

He reached between your legs and stroked your swollen clit with his digits. He needed you to cum for him, before him, you had conditioned him like Pavlov. He can't cum unless he knows you've cum first. He needs to see that expression of absolute euphoria across your face to finally know relief himself.

"Please cum f'me, luv. Please, please, I need i'. Y'know I do. Please." Hobie panted and begged. And oh the way your pussy squeezed him in segments, pulsing and quivering with the beginnings of an orgasm.

You squeezed his jaw harder, looked him in the eyes with your forehead pressed against his. The tips of your noses touches, the heat of your breath met the others and you felt the desperation in his breath.

He pinched and rolled your clit between his fingers, watched you lose your breath and ride a little harder. "Come on, luv. 'm good fo' i'. Jus' cum f'me." He kept murmuring, watching your expression, playing with the clit he knew from top to bottom. Your pussy was beginning to make a nice, creamy squelch around his cock, your cunt quivering with your climax.

Your hips bucked as you sat in his lap and pulsed around his cock. "Fuck, Hobes. Shit, oh my- fuckin' God." He stroked your clit through your orgasm, your rocking hips milking his dick, a womb begging for his load. You were left shuddering uncontrollably with eyes barely able to stay open. Oh you were high on it, dick like this doesn't come by often and you were intent on enjoying it as you always do.

You fucked him hard, left a creamy ring around the base of his cock, fucked him because you needed him to cum because that was the whole point of this. You liked the face he made when he came. The slight smile, a daze in his gaze, the complete loss of control of every extremity.

He submitted himself entirely to you, let you spit in his mouth, slap his cheek, do whatever you wanted to him because he can feel nothing but the way your pussy milks him for all he's worth.

"My hero," you cooed. Stroking his cock as he came in nice, thick ropes inside you. His large hands squeezed your ass, your thighs, your waist, grappled at you as the very breath got knocked out of him. His lips sought out yours as they always eventually do with a wanton moan. He kissed you like he was in love, all tongue and teeth, all consuming. A kiss that says 'don't leave just yet, let's just sit here'.

You know for certain that he's in love with you and you find it adorable. You could say you reciprocated it, could say you wanted a nice, quiet life with him. But you both knew you weren't built for that, not when your allyship was so unstable and one moment you could be working together for a greater cause and the next you have a knife to his throat and intend on taking a little more than just a little blood. It's never hard feelings, a girl's gotta do what she's gotta do to get ahead under the oppressive eye of fascist government.

Hobie half wondered if you were just here to get the drop on him, make him let his guard down to attack him. There could never be trust between the two of you, not complete trust anyway.

"You know we can't, Bee." You pulled away from him, pulled off of his softening cock and laid down beside him with your thong settling back into place. "As much as I'd love to, you know we're not compatible."

Hobie scoffed, rolling his eyes. "I beg to diffa. We're compatible, we're fuckin' soulmates. I jus' can' figure out if we're sworn to be lovers or enemies." You look up at him, at his distant eyes that don't look back at you but instead out of a narrow window at the silver sea.

"What do you think's gonna happen while I'm here?"

Hobie finally looked down at you, his lips slowly pulling into something of a lopsided smile. "We're gonna fuck a lo', eventually hate each otha a lil' more, still fuck while we hate each otha. You'll probably try t'kill me at some poin' 'n 'm okay wit' i'. But at the end o' the day, I ain' gotta Scooby Doo, mate."

You sit up, lean in, and kiss him. In another universe, you could love him without hindrance. You've tried to love different versions of him but none compare to your Hobie, not even the Prowler Hobie you stumbled upon and made yours for a little while.

No one could compare to your hero.

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firewasabeast · 1 month ago

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Tommy and Eddie's Wild Adventure

**If you start reading and feel a bit concerned, please scroll all the way to the bottom for tags/spoilers. Otherwise, enjoy the ride!** (read here or on ao3)

“I'm gonna get us an Uber,” Tommy said, pulling his phone out of his back pocket. He was a slightly off balance, the couple drinks he and Eddie had hitting him harder than usual tonight. Before he could get his phone unlocked, it slipped from his hand and directly down the drainage grate underneath him.

“Damn it!” He bent down to try and reach through the grate to get it. It was useless though. His hand was too big, plus the phone had already sunk beneath God knows how many feet of water and sludge.

“It's fine,” Eddie said, tapping his back. “We'll use mine.”

He started feeling around for his phone, then paused, his lips pursed together.

“What's wrong?” Tommy asked, standing back up.

“I don't have my phone. I must've left it at home.”

Tommy sighed, rolling his eyes. “Great! So we're stuck here then. We're gonna have to-”

“Tommy, shut up!” Eddie whisper-yelled, eyes wide as he gripped onto Tommy's shoulder.

“What? Eddie, what are you-”

“Shut. Up!” He demanded. He pointed behind Tommy. “Look!”

At the end of the parking lot there was a dumpster, mostly hidden out of view. There was a small amount of light that glowed from a nearby lamppost, just enough for Tommy and Eddie to see two men tossing what appeared to be a body into the dumpster.

Eddie nearly pushed Tommy behind a tree before hiding behind him, both boys holding their breath until the men drove off and they were alone in the parking lot.

“Oh my God,” Tommy said, eyes wide. “Oh my God.”

“Go, go!” Eddie pushed Tommy forward, following behind. They carefully but quickly made their way over to the dumpster, where a body laid on top of boxes and bags of garbage.

“We've gotta get her out!” Eddie said, already pushing himself up and into the dumpster. Once inside, he checked for a pulse. “She's gone,” he told Tommy.

He shook his head. “Damn it.”

Eddie hoisted the woman over his shoulder. Tommy reached out and grabbed onto her, pulling her out and onto the ground. He took Eddie's hand next and helped him out of the dumpster.

“What do we do?” Tommy asked, staring down at the blonde-haired woman.

“Call 911.”

Tommy huffed out a breath. “We don't have a phone, Eddie!”

“Well we can't just stand here,” Eddie replied. “The killers might come back.”

“Why would they come back?!”

“Have you never watched a Dateline? They come back to like admire their work, you know, like it's a trophy or something.”

Tommy looked around the area, searching for any possibility that someone was watching. “We've gotta go get help.”

“We can't just leave her here.”

“We don't have any other choice!”

“Shh!” Eddie waved his hands, getting Tommy to quiet down. “We- We'll take her.”

Tommy raised an eyebrow. “Take her?”

“Yeah,” Eddie nodded. “Yeah, we take her with us. To the police station.”

“Just... We just carry the body all the way to the police station? That's like ten miles!”

“I think it's only eight.”

Tommy shook his head. “You're insane, Eddie!”

“You got a better idea?”

*****

“You know they've killed people for less than this,” Tommy said, gripping the woman's legs tightly.

“What? They have not.”

“Oh, yes they have! We get caught carrying this poor woman down the street and next thing you know, we're on death row being asked what our last words are.”

“Whoa!” Eddie exclaimed, his hand slipping from underneath the woman's arm. He adjusted her before continuing. “What would they be?”

“What would what be?”

“Your final words, Man. What would they be?”

“Jesus, Eddie, I don't know. Who thinks about that?”

“I know mine! Watch your step.”

Tommy looked back and took a step left to miss some trash on the ground. “So what are they then?”

“'La muerte es segura, pero su hora es incierta.' It's a Spanish proverb. At least, I think it is. My abuela used to say it.”

“What's it mean?”

“It means death is certain, but its hour is uncertain.”

Tommy stopped dead in his tracks, causing Eddie to nearly topple over the body.

“What the hell?” Eddie shrieked.

“Eddie, that's the stupidest last words I've ever heard.”

“What?! It is not!”

“Yeah, it is. First of all, you're about to get a lethal injection-”

“I'm choosing the electric chair.”

“Whatever. They're literally giving you an exact minute of your death, so your hour is very certain.”

“That's not-”

“And second,” Tommy continued, speaking over him. “You really want that to be the last thing Christopher hears coming out of your mouth? Before you're electrocuted in front of him? Really, Eddie? Think this through.”

“Christopher is not going to be at my electrocution, Tommy. I'll talk to him the day before.”

“Oh, he'll show up,” Tommy replied with absolute certainty. “He will show up.”

“Okay, fine, if my last words are so terrible, then tell me yours. Also, start walking again. She's heavy!”

Tommy rolled his eyes but resumed his walk. “I told you I haven't thought about it.”

“Well, get thinking. Final words. Go.”

“Okay, fine. First, lethal injection, because who the hell chooses electrocution, Man, come on! Second, Evan would be there, so I'd probably look at him and tell him he gave me the best years of my life.”

“Ew!” Eddie gagged. “That sucks. You suck!”

“It's better than your stupid proverb that doesn't make any sense. Okay, I gotta put her down for a second.”

They moved into a little alleyway and placed the woman down gently, then Tommy ran his arm over his forehead, wiping the sweat away. “There's gotta be an easier way to do this.”

Eddie peeked out of the alley, turning back quickly when he spotted people coming their way. “Act cool, act cool!” he exclaimed, leaning against the brick wall with one leg crossed over the other.

Tommy took a couple steps back, plastering himself against a dumpster with an elbow resting over the top.

The people passed without noticing them and they resumed their discussion.

“Okay, let's think, let's think,” Eddie said, bringing a hand to his chin. “Your phone is down a drain, mine is at home. We've got a body here that we can't leave behind, but it's too risky to keep walking along the street. Also, too painful.”

“Excellent recap,” Tommy deadpanned. “Can we start the episode now?”

“You know this attitude your giving is not helping,” Eddie said with a glare. “Why don't you come up with an idea?”

Tommy took a deep breath, then looked past Eddie out toward the street. “Taxi.”

“What is this, 1982? Come on-”

Tommy pointed behind Eddie, making him turn around. There was a taxi parked across the street, a group of women laughing and fixing their dresses as they exited.

“You distract, I'll put the body in the trunk,” Tommy decided, nodding at Eddie.

“Wait, what?”

“Go, Eddie! Before someone else gets the taxi. Go!”

*****

“And what's that button do?” Eddie asked.

“That's the button for the radio,” the taxi driver replied, giving Eddie an odd look. “Are you sure your friend doesn't need help with his luggage?”

“Oh, no, no. He's got it.”

Just then, the trunk slammed shut and Tommy was getting into the taxi. “Could you take us to-”

“Fountain Avenue,” Eddie interrupted. “Anywhere on the street is fine.”

“Sure thing.”

They settled into their seats as the driver headed off, Tommy staring over at Eddie. “The police station is two streets over from Fountain,” he whispered.

“I know. Going right to the police station will look suspicious. We'll walk there from Fountain.”

“They'll see Lillian before that.”

Eddie looked over at Tommy quizzically. “Lillian?”

“Yeah. Lillian.”

“Who the hell is Lillian?”

“Eddie,” Tommy gritted out, eyes darting back and forth from the driver to Eddie. “Lillian.”

“Oh! You mean the dead girl?”

Tommy gave Eddie a punch to the shoulder. “Lillian is our friend. That we're surprising. With the gift. In the trunk.”

“Okay, ow.” Eddie rubbed at the spot on his shoulder, leaning in closer to Tommy. “It's a codename. Got it.”

“Anyway, I think we should get closer to the station.”

“No. We'll deal with Lillian from Fountain. It'll be fine.”

“We're gonna get caught.”

“Then we'll explain.”

“I don't know how you explain that.”

“We'll tell them,” Eddie said in an annoyed tone, “the truth. That we found the bod- Lillian and didn't want to leave her.”

“O- Okay,” the driver interrupted, coming to a stop. “We are a- at your location, sirs.”

“Great!” Tommy clapped his hands together, smiling at the driver through the rearview. “Pop the trunk for me, please. Eddie, pay the man.”

“Oh, no! No payment necessary. I- It's my gift for the night.”

“You sure?” Eddie asked.

“Mhm. Please, it's fine.”

Eddie shrugged. “Alright. Thanks! Have a good night.”

*****

“I'm never going out with you again,” Tommy said, back in position with his hands under Lillian's shins. “I should have stayed home with Evan. My back will never recover.”

“Oh please, when did you become such an old man? I'm carrying most of the weight here anyway.”

“You are not!”

“I am too!”

“Okay, I'll just let her go then. You can carry her the rest of the way yourself.”

“Don't you dare, Thomas!”

“Don't you Thomas me, Edmundo! What the hell are we gonna say when we get to the police station?”

“I'll go in first,” Eddie said. “Explain everything. You stay outside with the body until I get you.”

“Me? Why don't you stay outside with the body?”

“Because you asked me what we were going to say when we get to the police station, which means you obviously have no idea what to say, and I can just bat my eyelashes and get the lady behind the desk to listen to my every word.”

“Assuming it's a lady behind the desk is very sexist.” Tommy pulled a hand away to wipe the sweat from his hand onto his jeans, then switched to do the same with the other hand. “It could be a very handsome gay man.”

“Okay, so I bat my eyelashes at the man behind the desk. For the love of God, walk faster, Man!”

“I've been the one walking backwards this whole time, you try it! Also, no offense, but I've seen your game with women, I do not trust your game with men.”

“Don't be an ass,” Eddie glared. “I could've gotten you if I wanted you.”

“Ha! Don't flatter yourself.”

Eddie stopped, mouth agape and clearly offended. “You're seriously trying to tell me that Buck could get you by injuring me and moan about trying to get your attention, but you think I have no game? You're crazy.”

“And you're chronically single.”

“Take that back!”

“Absolutely not!”

“Tommy, I swear to-”

The sound of a siren cut Eddie off. Bright, flashing red and blue lights pulled up beside them. They froze in place.

It took a couple of seconds, but soon enough the driver's door opened. They both had to squint to make out the figure coming toward them.

Athena.

The passenger door opened as well, and there came Buck, his hands tucked inside the hoodie he was wearing.

“What the hell are you two doing?” Athena asked. “We have been chasing your behinds half the night.”

“You're not gonna believe this-” Eddie started as Tommy spoke over him.

“Evan, I swear this isn't what you think-”

“Both of you, quiet!” Athena demanded.

“It looks like you're, uh, trying to carry a body to the police station,” Buck offered.

“Then... Then it's exactly what it looks like,” Tommy breathed out in relief.

Eddie, still holding the body from underneath her arms, moved closer to Buck and Athena, forcing Tommy to move as well. “We saw her get dumped and we didn't know what to do because Tommy lost his phone and I don't have mine. We couldn't just leave her there so we decided to bring her to the station ourselves.”

“You don't have your phone, huh? And it didn't occur to either of you two walk right back into the bar and ask to use their phone?” Athena questioned. “Any phone?”

Eddie lowered his head. “Can't say that it did.”

Athena took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “That body you're holding,” she said, pointing toward it. “That's a sex doll.”

Both Eddie and Tommy's eyes slowly turned to the doll. It took a few seconds for the realization to hit, but once it did, they both dropped it to the ground with a simultaneous, “Ew!”

“I gotta say,” Athena started, crossing her arms over her chest, “I don't usually see men your age getting drunk and pulling these types of dumbass stunts.”

“We're not drunk!” Eddie protested. “Just had a couple beers. Maybe someone drugged us!”

“I don't think so,” she answered, pulling a small memo pad from her back pocket. “We went and spoke with the bartender and he informed us you two started with a couple beers, then moved onto shots, then decided to try some specialty drinks and ended with something called a Fruity Tutti, which you apparently made up yourselves.”

“That... That does sound vaguely familiar,” Tommy said, his hands going to his hips.

Eddie smacked a couple times. “Is that why mouth tastes like an entire packet of lifesavers?”

“How did you guys find us?” Tommy asked.

“Eddie's phone.”

Eddie's eyebrows furrowed. “I told you I don't have my phone.”

“Yeah, you do,” Buck said with a nod. “It's how we tracked you.”

“Guys, I'm telling you, I do not have my phone!”

Tommy moved toward Eddie, peering around him to look in his back pocket. He reached around and grabbed at something before holding it out in front of Eddie.

“Well look at that!” Eddie smiled as he took his phone from Tommy. “My phone!”

“You butt dialed me twice,” Buck explained. “When I overheard you two talking about finding a body and trying to carry it to the police station, I figured I better give Athena a call.”

“And as it turns out,” Athena continued, “the driver from the taxi you two were in also called the police, because, and I quote, “Two men were in the backseat of my cab, loudly whispering about a body they had put in my trunk.” Poor man was too scared to call the police until you had left.”

“You two were also carrying the doll through the streets of Los Angeles on a Saturday night,” Buck informed them. “Dispatch got lots of calls from concerned citizens.”

Eddie sighed. “I didn't think anyone saw us.”

“Oh no, the majority of the county did,” Athena replied. “Come on, boys,” she said, taking a step back and waving them toward her car. “This'll all have to be explained again in the morning. Let's get you home.”

“Can I go to you guys' place?” Eddie asked, pouting. “My home is so far.”

“Your home is ten minutes from ours,” Buck reminded him. “But it's late- or early- and I'm tired, so yes, you can. Athena's gonna take us. Let's get in the SUV.”

“Oh, Evan, can we snuggle?” Tommy asked, moving toward Buck and draping an arm over his shoulder, leaning in close. “I love to snuggle.”

“Gross,” Eddie whined. “I get shoved in a guest room while you two get it on two doors down.”

“Nobody will be getting it on tonight,” Buck assured him.

“Hey, if you want snuggles you can bring Lillian,” Tommy said, gazing down at the doll. “She will give snuggles.”

When Eddie stared down at it for a bit too long, Buck reached over and gave him a smack to the back of the head. “You're not bringing the doll. Come on, let's go.” He grabbed at Eddie's shirt, pulling him away from the doll. “Now!”

*****

When Athena pulled up to Buck and Tommy's place she got out and helped bring the boys into the house. Eddie leaned on her while Tommy leaned on Buck.

They headed for the guest room first, Eddie plopping onto the bed with his shoes still on.

“Absolutely not,” Buck said, helping Tommy to rest against the doorframe so he could go over and pull off Eddie's shoes.

Once they were off, Athena helped Buck maneuver Eddie so they could pull the comforter down from under him.

“God, I'm tired,” Tommy mumbled. He toed off his own shoes and walked over the other side of the bed, falling down face first against the pillow.

“Tommy!” Buck exclaimed. “This isn't our room.”

“Sleepy, Evan,” Tommy murmured into the pillow. “So sleepy.”

“Okay, well, you can go to sleep in our room,” he replied, pulling on Tommy's arm.

Tommy groaned, causing Eddie to open one eye and glare over at Buck. “Just leave him. God, he's so whiny!”

Tommy threw his arm out, shoving over at Eddie. “You're whiny!”

Eddie reached over and shoved back. “You are!”

“Boys, I have a gun!” Athena yelled, causing them to stop immediately. They both drew their arms in and away from each other, but refused to move otherwise.

Athena looked over at Buck. “Should we try to get Tommy up?” she asked.

Both boys breathing had already started to even out, clearly falling into a deep sleep.

“Eh, leave him,” Buck decided, tossing the comforter over them. “They can puke on each other.”

**tags/spoilers: there is no actual death involved in this story. the boys are very drunk.**

#bucktommy #eddietommy #tommy kinard #eddie diaz #911 #evan buckley #athena grant #it's platonic eddietommy #also im sick and don't feel like reading all of this for errors so if you see any... no you don't

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felixaha · 4 months ago

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Hii, hope youre doing okay ;D

I would like to request enji todoroki x trans male reader nsfw fic with something like a daddy/boy dynamic, if you are comfy writing, that is!!

Have a nice one

“fucking slut.”

AAAJSKDUJS IM SO SORRY IF IT ISNT WHAT YOU EXPECTED , IM NOT GOOD W DADDY/BOY DYNAMICS ! ! 😭😭😭 please let me know if i did anything wrong ! 🩵 and actually im on my period so i AM extremely horny .

ps : im really bad at english so its possible i have a few wrong grammers and im so sorry its short ! ! 😭☹️ THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING 💞💞

𖦹₊ ⊹ top!dom! enji todoroki x ftm

bottom!reader . degradation kink

with a mix of praise , daddy /

boy dynamic , mirror sex , used

terms of boypussy , cunt ,

chest , tits , overstimulation .

his eyes narrowed, eyeing the boy under him who was shaking from people, the grin plastered on his face widening.

“filthy slut, letting daddy do anything to you, is that how desperate you are?”

he coo’d, punctuating his words with hard thrusts that caused you to cry out.

“UghN—!please, daddy its t’much!!”

you moaned, your boypussy tightening around his cock as he let out a chuckle.

“aww, poor puppy is so overwhelmed huh? taking daddy’s big cock like you need it.”

he praised, caressing your cheek before changing positions causing you to face the mirror and see how much of a mess you were. out of shame and embarrassment, you turn your head to the side, letting out a choked moan at his sudden thrust.

“look at yourself, baby. look how much of a mess you are for me.”

his voice was firm, hand grabbing your chin to look at the mirror, eyes teary, hair messy and body full of marks, your cunt squeezing around him so tightly drove him wild.

“AH—?!” your eyes widened when he started thrusting harshly, hands gripping your hips to make you bounce up and down on his cock, your poor hole being abused repeatedly.

“fuck— good boy, thats it baby im- mgg..” he groaned, head throwing back as he lets you move and ride him. Gosh, how could he resist you..

“daddy pl- UwaAh— im- ah fuck—! daddy, s’too much!!” you whine out, legs shaking from the extreme pleasure as you gripped on his shoulders.

he lifts your head, pecking your lips before trailing down until he reached your chest, licking and sucking on your nipples.

you arched your back, vision blurry as you cum all around his cock again, you were so tired but it seemed he just started.

“you can handle more, pretty boy, come on.”

———————

how many hours has it been? you couldnt even count how many you came now.

your body was weak, shaking as he pants and smirked down at you. “was i too hard? poor puppy.”

he mocked, kissing your cheek before kneeling down in front of you, glancing at your confused face.

“what are you d-doing? uwaah—!” his hands gently spread your legs, revealing the tempting sight of your wet, glistening cunt.

Leaning in, he pressed his lips against your folds, his tongue flicking out to explore your sensitive flesh.

he was relentless, his tongue delving deeper, his lips sucking and nibbling on your poor clit. He savored the taste and the sounds of your moans, reveling in the power he held over you.

“Ngh—!! daddy thats- ah- i cant take it-“ you babbled out, back arching as his licks and sucks grew intense, causing you to cum again from the sensitivity.

he only hummed, suddenly kneeling between your legs, effortlessly pinning both your wrists in one hand.. thats hot. “one more time, baby.”

he purred, lifting your legs and placing it on top of his shoulders.

“you said that last round!!”

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dark-and-kawaii · 7 months ago

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Okay but what are some HCs for Zevlor Raphael and Haarlep and what they like in bed 👉👈

୨♡୧ What They Enjoy ୨♡୧

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Zevlor - Haarlep - Raphael

⋆˙⟡♡ Notes: I could go on for hours about this because honestly it depends on all their moods!! But here’s what I have today!!

⋆˙⟡♡ Choking | Love | Toys | Breeding | Bed Breaking

Zevlor

The tiefling gives off switch vibes. Zevlor is ready to fulfill your every plea whether it be him on top doming you or being a soft bottom. It's always about you, as Zevlor's main goal is to make you happy.

However, on those rare occasions when it's about him, it's usually because he's feeling a bit frustrated. But oh boy, once he takes full control over you, you better be prepared for a wild ride that will leave your bed in dire need of replacement. And don't be surprised if you find a delightful tail shaped bruise on your thigh or wrists, evidence of his firm grasp on you to keep you in place.

Prepare yourself for a shower of pet names and praise from Zevlor. You're his whole world, and he loves showering you with the sweetest of endearments. He'll worship your body like it's his personal temple, tracing his thumb over any imperfections on your flesh before expressing his deep appreciation for your beauty (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)

Choking. He takes pleasure in lightly grabbing your neck, and sometimes his tail acts on its own, gently wrapping around your neck while you go down on him. And guess what? He absolutely adores it when you use his neck as leverage as you grind down onto his beautiful cock. It's a vulnerable position that he would never allow anyone else to put him in, but he trusts you with his life!

Now, if you're looking for Zevlor to be mean and degrading, you better buckle up because it'll take quite a bit of convincing. We're talking a lot of convincing here. But hey, if you push Aradin in front of Zevlor, that might just be enough to ignite that side of the tiefling and have him fulfill your desires for some deliciously mean treatment. In the moment he loves it, but afterwards he’ll always feel bad and express it on his face.

Zevlor's heart yearns for slow, passionate sex that ends with him creamping you. He wants to savor every moment with you, to truly feel and appreciate your connection before filling you with his potent seed.

When it comes to punishment, Zevlor is more of a gentle spanker. He can't bring himself to hurt you, as he cherishes your well being and wants to maintain a loving dynamic.

Biting and leaving small marks are Zevlor's guilty pleasures though! Will always leave them in places where you can easily hide them. He secretly loves the possessiveness and connection that comes with marking you as his lover.

Zevlor's fantasy involves engaging in intimate acts in semi-public places, the risk of potential discovery adding an extra layer of excitement for both of you.

And let's not forget Zevlor's deep need for a family. He absolutely has a breeding kink and dreams of building a future with you. Perhaps it's time to consider giving him what he’s been dreaming of *wink*!

Haarlep

Haarlep is a hardcore dom with an insatiable desire for control. It's just in their nature, but oh, how they adore it when that spark ignites within you and you take charge. The way you pleasure yourself to their body sends a thrilling chill up their spine, and you can always tell when Haarlep is happy by the telltale sign of their tail.

Now, i think we all know this but Haarlep is a true sadist. They derive pleasure from witnessing your tears, pushing you to the point of crying, begging, and whining. Your tears are a delectable treat for them, and they take delight in licking your messy face clean, relishing the taste of your salty tears against their tongue.

Edging and the use of degenerate names are Haarlep's specialties. They enjoy teasing you to the brink of release, denying you until you're a quivering mess beneath or atop of them. And when it comes to punishment, my dear, if you dare to challenge or provoke them, don't expect to find release that night. Haarlep knows how to discipline a brat and keep them in line.

Haarlep will degrade you until you’ve earned their praise, my dear *Winks*!

Haarlep absolutely loves fucking you in places where the risk of being caught is high. The scandal of the all powerful tav fucking a lowly incubus is so fun for Haarlep.

Toys, my dear, hold a special place in Haarlep's heart. They enjoy using anything they can find on you, pushing you to new limits. Love watching your stomach bulge with their tail.

Bondage, chains, gags, and the use of their tail are a must for them.

Choking, uh yeah! Prepare yourself because your neck will bear the marks of their hands and tail. The sight of your eyes rolling back and your mouth hanging open for precious air always sends Haarlep over the edge further, it’s intoxicating.

An ownership dynamic is something that Haarlep finds alluring. You’re theirs, right? No one else’s. Haarlep will always finds way to make this known.

Despite all this though, Haarlep does enjoy connection with you if you’re their little dove. Will pull you into their chest, entwine their fingers with yous, their tail curling around so limb of yours simply because you are theirs and they refuse to let you go.

Raphael

Switch, but he rather you do the work/ warm his cock and ride him while he’s sitting writing out a new contract/writing in his diary. He’s a man that enjoys a good performance after all.

Blood play & knife play. He has a fascination with your blood, finding it sexually arousing. Will use a gold dagger to create controlled cuts -especially on your inner thigh- before dragging his tongue against the wounds he inflicted. Period sex is totally fine with him.

Breeding kink. The devil is lonely, you’re his little mouse and he’ll make sure you remember this and make damn sure you’re stuck with him. Besides, having a little him around house hope doesn’t seem all that bad considering he can shape the little thing into a copy of him.

Possessive, scratching and bruising you gives him satisfaction. The devil is possessive by nature so marking you is a must no matter what. Enjoys scratching and bruising you till you’re begging him to stop, leaving visible reminders of his control and ownership.

Sadist as well as humiliation. Raphael fully embraces his sadistic nature, finding immense joy in inflicting pain on you. He takes delight in your suffering and is always satisfied with your reactions. Loves to humiliate you, has taken you in front of the souls that are trapped within his home, loves grabbing you by the hair forcing you to look at them while he degrades you.

Master & slave dynamic along with dumbification. Enjoys the concept of dumbification, reducing his little mouse’s intellectual capabilities and turning you into a submissive and obedient cock sleeve.

Raphael likes controlling your orgasms, loves having power over you, denying or prolonging your release. He gets off in edging you, pushing you to the brink of climax and then denying you the satisfaction of release.

Exhibitionism, enjoys watching and feeling Haarlep use you like some rag doll, won’t allow the incubus to ever finish- Raphael will take over when he’s good and ready.

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 smut #haarlep #raphael bg3 #bg3 raphael #raphael the cambion #haarlep bg3 #zevlor #zevlor bg3 #zevlor x tav #haarlep x tav #raphael x tav #raphael bg3 x reader #haarlep x reader #zevlor x reader

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bchan95 · 10 months ago

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Shock and Awe (Bang Chan x Y/N)

Based on this performance video I saw on Twitter bc... yeah. Slightly suggestive... but nothing too wild.

You watched with wide eyes, gazing at the gruff performance that he was giving on the stage. Every movement was messy, but he looked so self-assured. His normally warm facial expressions peeled from his face, ripping that beautiful smile away and leaving in its place, a firm brow and an angry, open mouth.

It had been a long time since you had seen him this fired up during a performance. He was so in his element that he’d probably need to take a few minutes after the performance to breathe and remember exactly where he was. You tried to meet his eyes, but you knew every attempt would fail as he was too into the moment.

You kept that smile on your face as you watched him tear up the stage for the rest of the song. His fans screamed and cried out as they watched the whole group jump up and down singing their hearts out. But your gaze never left him.

The way his dark eyes filled with passion, the way his skin shone with sweat dripping down it under the heavy lights… it was amazing that he was still standing at this point. You were drenched sitting in this hot room and you haven’t made a move in an hour.

As the final moments of the stage disappeared, you watched as Chan took his place in the back of the formation, panting heavily as he held up his signature pose, stoic for a moment. Within seconds that smile spread across his face again and he ran off stage as if your heart hadn’t been beating at two-times speed watching him.

You shook your head, tearing your gaze from the stage to look down at your water glass and take a sip as you gained your bearings. You knew you’d have to leave as soon as you came, with the kids jet-setting to another schedule before the show even ended. You gave them a breather of around 15 minutes before one of your staffers came over and tapped you on the shoulder.

You knew the routine. Keep yours and Chan’s profile low as long as you can to not rile up the fans until you can’t anymore. Every sneaky car ride, private plane, and scheduled driver was worth ending up in his arms though. So, you grabbed the bottom of your dress, gripping it above your shoes and making a hasty exit without another word.

You stopped by your dressing room to take off the floor-length dress and slip into something more comfortable, pulling your hair up into a ponytail in an attempt to cool yourself down.

As you slipped into the sleek black car, you took a deep breath, letting the air conditioning kiss your face as you leaned back into your seat. A soft cough caused you to re-open your eyes in a panic. You turned to your left and were met by that bright white grin again. You roll your eyes as you feel his hand grab yours.

“You’re insane Christopher,” you start with a soft giggle leaving your lips. “Anyone could have seen you.”

He lifted your hand to his mouth and pressed a kiss to it. Your nerves slightly left as that knowing smirk pulled the right side of his mouth.

“That’s part of the fun,” he said, a husky tone overtaking his voice. Proving that he most definitely strained his vocal cords with the intensity that he brought to today’s performance. “Plus, these windows are tinted anyway…”

He continued to press kisses up your arm, leaving goosebumps in their path, until he reached your neck. His plush lips met the base of your neck with two open-mouth, wet kisses. Your hand pressed forward, pushing his chest back.

“Do not… get any ideas,” You laugh loudly at your boyfriend’s eagerness. The driver was very clearly still in the front of the car. There was no way you were letting this move any more forward than it already has. “You’re already testing your limits Bang.”

He seemed to ignore your hesitation, pulling himself back into you and bringing softer kisses back to the top of your neck near your ear. He wasn’t going to make this easy. You could hear his smile form again as he leaned in even more to whisper in your ear.

“You know… I could see you watching me tonight…” He started, giggling to himself before continuing that thought. “I feel like you want this even more than me.”

Your blush poured across your cheeks. Thank god for the darkness of your surroundings right now because you would have definitely given yourself away. He’s not wrong. From the moment you saw that homemade jagged hem of his makeshift crop top as the lights brought him into focus, you knew you were screwed. It was only made worse by the almost barbaric energy that he brought to his movement.

But you were a woman of your word. You told him from the beginning of your relationship that you weren’t comfortable with PDA in public. Not yet at least. Even if the "public" spaces were made as private as they could be. You saw boy group members torn to shreds for being seen with a woman before. Campaigns lead against them forcing them to leave the only career they’ve ever known.

You knew your fans would be disgruntled too, but you were far more concerned about Chan. You knew how much he’d always wanted this. All of that training, all of those late nights in the studio… he’s put in too much to have it all taken away for a kiss. A hand-holding scandal. A public relationship.

You sighed quietly to remind yourself of the gravity of your current situation before pushing him away again. You turned yourself toward him and softly touched his cheek with a soft smile. He watched you with wide eyes as your thumb swept left and right. You leaned forward and pressed a short kiss to his lips.

“You’re not wrong, but you need to be careful,” you pressed another peck. “I care about you too much to let my lustful want for you cloud my judgment.”

He let out a sigh and reached out for your hips “I’d give it all up for you.”

You rolled your eyes “You better not.”

He raised his eyebrow in a challenging fashion. His face leaned into yours and the force of his neck kiss pushed you back up against the car door. Your eyes widened as you watched his pupils dilate as he rose up above you.

“Don’t… say that again.”

You nod silently, your hand reaching out to him again. You felt his breathing calm and you lifted yourself up to kiss him.

“You know what I meant baby,” you said before chewing on your bottom lip. “I want you… you know that. Just not here. I promise.”

He nodded, falling back into his seat. You smiled to yourself, thinking about your boyfriend’s intense reaction to a simple denial of a kiss. The smile widens as you hear him huff again.

You look over at him and although he may be looking out the window and keeping his distance, you look down to see his hand in yours. His thumb rubbing circles on the side of your palm as you drive. His compromise it seems as you push forward into the night sky.

#bang chan x y/n #stray kids fanfic #stray kids fanfiction #bang chan fanfic #bang chan x reader #bang chan fluff #bangchan x y/n #stray kids x y/n #bang chan x oc #bang chan #bang chan angst

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thezeninclan · 3 months ago

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lush | aizawa x reader insert — inspired by this art —

you stand at the kitchen counter, headphones over your ears to blocked out the sound of the news shouta is watching on the television as you listen to your music. your hand work at chopping an onion, peeling a carrot, working to prepare dinner for the two of you.

it's been a long day. you had just returned from an afternoon of hero work and your husband from a day of teaching, his new class running him ragged as he work at understanding their quirks and how to best teach them. you could already hear the fondness in his voice as he spoke about them, even the one he had named 'problem child' in public and 'little gremlin' in private. you startle as you feel him shift behind you, quiet as a cat and just as much of a surprise as his body molds around your form. your ass fits easily into the cradle of his hips, his firm chest pressed to your back as he reaches around you, strong arms bracketing your ears as he swings open the cabinet to pull a mug from its depths.

you press a hand to your chest. "you startled me!" you admonished teasingly, sliding your headphones to hang down around your neck.

"sorry." he mutters, his deep voice so close to your ear that it sends shivers down your spine. his lips run across the column of your neck, dark hair tickling your skin as he moved down to your shoulder, pulling down the strap of your tank top with a callused finger and kissing the freckled skin beneath it. "didn't mean to scare you."

you can feel the rough fabric of his pants against your bare thighs, the shorts you wore riding up when you had bent over to look for the cutting board in the lower cabinet. his arm wound around your waist, pulling you back against him, his big palm pressed against your belly, his skin so hot you could feel it through the fabric of your shirt. he nuzzled at you, his lips running across the place behind your ear that always managed to set you off.

shouta pulled you back gently, bracketing your legs between his, the cold steel of his prosthetic a cool relief against the rest of his heated skin. you rocked back against him, feeling his cock already beginning to stir to life behind you, pressed against your ass in a way that had you biting at your bottom lip. he exhaled harshly against the back of your neck, making your hairs stand on end as his other arm went around you. his tongue brushed across the shell of your ear, making your ankles go a bit weak as his hand cupped your jaw, turning your face towards his.

you dropped the knife, his good eye stared down at you, deep and dark, deeper still as you surged up to meet his lips, pulling him down for a kiss. of everything he did to set you off, kissing was the easiest way to do it. there was something about his mouth (and what he did with it) that just made you wild. as if reading your mind, his tongue ran over your bottom lip, sliding easily into your mouth as you parted your lips for him, feeling his hips stutter against yours.

"fuck." he breathed out, his large palm cupping the column of your throat and squeezing lightly, just a hint of a choke that made your breath catch not because of his grip but because of the thrill that followed. "how do you drive me so fuckin' crazy?" he asked, and to accentuate the point he pushed his hips up against your ass, feeling the his cock pressed between your cheeks as though it was meant to be there.

you smiled against the kiss, feeling his fingers working at the laces of your pajama pants, sliding them down your legs until they pooled at your bare feet.

he looked down at your naked legs, whistling softly to make a point. "super mario?" he questioned when he saw your underwear.

you hadn't exactly anticipated the need to wear anything other than silly old panties when you first set out to make a batch of curry for dinner. you flushed, trying to cover yourself with your hands, but he wouldn't let you, his hand smoothing over the curve of your belly, fingers gently broaching the elastic waist of your underwear and brushing gently against the apex of your vagina.

before you could say anything else his mouth was back on yours, soothing away your worries in silence, until all your anxieties fell away— like your panties soon did. the hands you wanted on you so badly hooked under your thighs, setting your bare ass down on the countertop so he could better kiss you. shouta nudged open your legs, thumbs hooking under your thighs so he could take a moment to admire the place between your legs he liked so much. you blushed as you felt a gush of wetness fall between the lips of your cunt, his eyes tracking its movements as it fell down between the crevice of your ass.

"s-stop." you moaned weakly, embarrassed by the way he was staring at you. your face felt hot against the hands you pressed over them, but he pulled them down easily, looking at you through a curtain of dark hair.

"don't you know how beautiful you are?" he asked, pausing in his ministrations to card his fingers through your hair, tucking it back behind your ears so that he could press a soft kiss to your cheek.

shouta ventured back down, callused fingers driving you crazy as they circled at your clit with just enough force to make your breath catch.

a thick finger circled at your entrance, flicking up to look at you for permission before a breathless nod had him pressing them into you, arching against your core in the way he knew you liked to start with. he bent forward to mouth at your center, the lips he laid over your clit forcing tears to prickle at the corners of your eyes as your chest heaved.

his tongue worked at your slit, lips puckered and held tight enough to make the hands you dug into his hair pull mercilessly. in a moment of surprise his hands wrapped around the meat of your hips and jerked you towards the edge of the counter. his other hand slid under your back, tilting your hips up to his face for a better angle. a shiver wracked through you at the way he stared down at you over the curve of your belly, his hands wrapping around the fat of your thighs and jerking you towards the ends of the counter.

shouta kneeled down in front of you at the counter's edge, and you reached for one of the hand towels you kept in the kitchen for drying your hands, shakily folding it into a little pillow and patting his head with it teasingly.

"f-for your leg." you said, when he looked at you quizzically. he smiled against you, taking the towel from your hand and laying it beneath his knee so he didn't have to lean on the hard tile.

"I love you." he announced out of the blue, thick fingers sliding over your wet core. "fuck, I love you."

as you opened your mouth to speak a second finger slid into you, leaving you only able to stutter out a moan in response.

"I love you-" you sighed as you got your breath back, voice lilting at the way he sucked at you, his two fingers seeming capable of doing the work of twenty. "so, so much. I l-love you-" you could feel him smile against your thighs, kissing at the divot of your hip bone.

"ahh-" you keened, feeling his finger brush against the spot inside you that had your back arching off the table, chest heaving as you breathed deep. "please, I wanna-"

"I'll get you there, baby." he gritted. you could feel his hot breath on your wet core, the breath gusting over you making you shiver. fuck, he always knew how to drive you crazy. "don't be a brat."

in the back of your mind you could hear the sound of a zipper, looking down to find he had unzipped his jeans and was working a hand up and down his thick cock, and it made you moan. your eyes widened at the sight of his hand, still wet with your slick, working at his cock. you cursed under your breath at the sight, suddenly wanting nothing more than to take it into your mouth and show him how much he was turning you on.

you moan unabashedly, knowing there was no one around to hear your ungodly keening except for the man that was utterly spurred on by it, the hand at his cock only going faster as you did. another finger met the first two, scissoring into you, his tongue lapping at your clit in a way that has you bewailing on the counter. a hand paws at your tits, and it takes a second before you realize it's your own, fingers twisting and pulling at your nipples, the other tearing at aizawa's already messy hair.

"fuck, you're hurting me-" he growled, but you knew he was lying. he liked when you pulled his hair, whether his head was between your legs or his cock was. sometimes you were worried it was too hard, but the way he tossed his head back and moaned in pleasure when you did proved otherwise.

"shit." someone cursed, and you weren't sure if it was him or you this time.

he tongued at you, fingers moving against you in perfect harmony. his breath was hot, his touch was hot, his tongue was hot— everything was so fucking hot, and before you knew what had come over you your back was arching off the counter, the fingers that grasped at your nipples squeezing tight enough to bruise as the string in your belly pulled taut and snapped, the orgasm ripping through you making you see stars form and burst in the black behind your eyes.

you shouted his name, fingers digging into his scalp as you blindly sought out his lips. aizawa rose to his feet, looking dark and brooding and utterly delicious, all wild hair and wilder eyes, and before you could even sit yourself up fully and gather your strength back, you were swung into his arms.

"bedroom." he commanded, voice gritty and rough as he carried you up the stairs to your shared bedroom. "unless you want me to fuck you right here on these stairs."

you giggled, brushing back his dark hair and pressing a kiss to his forehead. "I want you so bad I don't think I can wait either."

also posted on ao3

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cmncisspnandmore · 1 year ago

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One Night Stand; Part 3

Pairings: Simon 'Ghost' Riley X Reader

Warnings: OOC Simon (kinda?), fluff, alcohol, pregancy, talks of abortion, vomiting,

Summary: Its been 3 months since your night in the sheets with Simon and your life just got a whole lot more complicated.

A/N: I know, I know. okay. I get it. Not everyone like the pregnancy trope, so if you dont im sorry. If i lose some readers for this then im sad to see you go but i hope to see you in future writings i do for the COD men. This is not going to be like other pregnancy tropes that get all mushy and fluffy and light after. This story will be filled with dark themes coming in later chapters that i hope will keep people interseted. We all know Simon Riley's life cant be easy, so if you're still here after this part. Buckle up. Its a wild ride.

Word Count: 5,015

New to the Series? Catch up here: Part 1, Part 2

The bar looked exactly the same as it did three months ago. The music wasn't as loud, but that was probably because it was still early. Many people were still at work at 5pm on a Thursday.

Not you, you had found a job working online, writing articles for business pages. It wasn't the most exciting thing in the world but it paid well, and it occupied most of your time. An added bonus of not leaving for work was you never had to worry about coming home from the office to find someone on your couch. You shake your head trying to clear the thoughts. You weren't even 100% sure why you were here, the chances that Soap even knew Simon were slim. But he had said he knew almost everyone that came to the bar.

So there was a chance.

One you couldn't pass up, you had to at least try.

Wrapping your coat around you tighter, you walk into the bar. The dim lights reflect off the shiny tables. A few people sit at them, watching a replay of a game on tv. You glance around behind the bar, looking for the familiar mohawk.

It pops up from behind the bar towards the end, Soap holds a bin of limes in his arms. He sets the bin down on the shiny black countertop, pulling a small cutting board out from the top of the bin and a knife. He slices a lime in half as you slide into the seat in front of him. His blue eyes meet yours and a smile breaks out on his face.

“Lass! Good to see ya, you disappeared on me the last time ye were here!” He smiles, turning the lime and cutting it again.

“Sorry about that, I needed to clear my head, I hope I didn't upset you,” you smile back, placing your hands on the bar.

“Nay, what can I get for ye? Vodka Soda?” he asks, setting the knife down as he turns towards the shelves of alcohol behind him.

“Uh, actually, can I just have water instead?” You bite your bottom lip and Soap nods, grabbing a glass and filling it. He slides the glass of water in front of you, and you stare down into it.

“Everything okay?” he asks, looking at you with one raised eyebrow.

“Oh yeah, I'm fine. Early day tomorrow ya know? Don't want to be hung over is all.”

“Aye i get that, so what brings you here?” Soap leans his forearms against the bar, “Miss me?” He smiles.

You can't help but roll your eyes, “Oh totally,” you laugh.

“I knew it, not many women can resist the MacTavish charm,” Soap grins, he stands back up and picks up the knife. He cuts each lime into wedges before putting them in the bin, you reach over grabbing one from the cutting board and squeeze it into your water.

“Aye! Paw off,” Soap smiles, shaking the knife at you. A smile of your own breaks out on your lips as you watch him.

“You have plenty to spare, plus someone around here has to keep you busy.”

“I assure you Lass, the folk around here keep me plenty busy,” Soap points over your shoulder where Price and Gaz are walking in. They’re deep in a conversation as they make their way over to where you are sitting in front of Soap.

Kyle is the first to notice you, and he pauses looking at you over. “Y/n, it's good to see you again, not going to lie. I was kinda sad you left without a goodbye last time,” Gaz takes the seat on the left.

“Sorry about that, I promise to say bye this time. I don’t want to bruise your ego,” You say over the rim of your glass.

“Good, I don't think I can hear him wallow about it anymore,” Price says as he sits in the stool on your right. “So what do you think of London? Everything you could’ve imagined?”

“It’s alright… It rains a lot more than I'm used to, but it's not too bad. Definitely different from the small town I'm from,” you look over at him. He gives you a small smile, and turns towards Soap.

“Soap, we ship out tomorrow morning, be ready at 0600 hours,” Price grunts as Soap puts the last lime into the bin.

“Yes sir,” Soap turns towards the bottles of liquor on the shelf and grabs a bottle of bourbon. He sets it down on the counter with a soft thud, he then grabs two glasses for them, pouring each man two fingers. He slides the glasses across the bar to them, the acidic smell of the bourbon makes your stomach turn. Saliva pools in your mouth as you desperately try to swallow.

“Oh uh, Soap, I wanted to ask if you knew someone actually,” You take a sip of water, your eyes following him as he moves behind the bar. Soaps bright blue eyes look over at you, his brows furrowed together.

“I might,” he smiles. A loud noise from behind you startles you, and a drunken man tumbles into the back of your stool. His drink spilling down your back as he leans against the back of the barstool, the smell of the alcohol hits your nose.

“Oops,” the drunken man mumbles, his breath wafting over your face.

Your stomach rolls, as Price and Gaz help the man up. Gaz and Price half drag him away from you as he continues to mumble about his drink. Gaz says something and pats him on the chest as they pull him to the door. You stand from the chair, the fabric of your coat and shirt now sticking to you. Nausea rolls through you as you try to breathe through your mouth.

“You alright lass? You look a little green,” Soap is now standing in front of you, a clean bar towel in his hands. He gently pats the towel against your soaked shirt and coat trying to soak up some of the liquid that's seeping into your skin.

You can't answer, if you open your mouth you’re sure you’ll throw up so you push past Soap and hurry towards the bathroom. Soap follows behind you, pausing at the door to the women's room. You shove open one of the stall doors and drop to your knees. The cold tiles bite through the fabric of your jeans, as the contents of your stomach is emptied into the porcelain bowl. It takes you several minutes to stop dry heaving, your stomach clenching painfully with each contraction of your abs. When the feeling settles you stand, before rinsing your mouth out with some water from the tap. You grab a paper towel, wiping your hands and mouth.

“You alright in there?” Soap calls through the door, his voice laced with concern.

“Yeah..” you call back, tossing the paper towel into the bin and pulling open the door, “Sorry about that.” You shove your hands into your pockets as you come face to face with Soap. His eyebrows knit together in worry as he looks over you, one hand hovers in the air as if hes going back and forth on if he should touch you or not.

“You su-” he pauses looking over your shoulder, his eyes widened slightly.

“MacTavish, the bar can't run itself…” A familiar voice rumbles, the hair on the back of your neck stands on end. Memories of your night 3 months ago rushes back, that same voice that murmured praise to you as he pounded into you.

You whip around, at the end of the hall stands Simon, his black hoodie pulled up over his head, his mouth and nose covered by a skull print face mask. His brown eyes widen slightly as he sees you. “Y/n…” he whispers.

“You two know each other?” Soap muses from behind me, his hands coming to rest on my shoulder as he walks by. An uncomfortable silence settles over the hallway and Soap slips by, muttering “I’ll leave you two alone…”

Simon takes a few steps towards you, and it seems like he takes up the whole hallway. You look up as he towers over you, his face is unreadable, he lifts a hand, brushing his fingertips across your cheek. It sends electricity skittering across your skin, your breath catches in your throat.

Over the past 3 months you have tried to forget about the man whose brown eyes haunted your dreams. Whose touch caused your mind to go blank. Like someone wiping a harddrive. But there was no forgetting, not anymore. He was here in front of you, sure, you had come to ask Soap if he knew him. But you hadn't expected to run into him tonight. You still had no idea what you were going to say to him. How do you justify just leaving his house at 3am?

“You could've said goodbye, you know… You didn't have to sneak out and call an Uber at 3am..” Simon whispers, and guilt slams into you. He knew you left. He wasn't asleep like you thought…

“I-I..” you stumble over your words, unsure what to say. There wasn't anything you could say really. You knew you should’ve just waited, dealt with the awkward small talk. Maybe even exchange numbers you would never plan on using. But nope.

Instead you fled. Just like you fled after your sister's funeral.

At least you were consistent.

“I’m not upset, I understand.” Simon adds after a moment, his hands shoved deep in his pockets of his hoodie.

“Simon.. I.. I’m sorry.. I’ve been going through a lot. And i didnt .. I couldn't face you after that. Not, not that you did anything wrong. Because you didn't! I mean you were great. I just,” You run a hand through your hair. “God, this is not how I wanted this to go.”

“Breathe. Love, breathe.” Simons hands cup your face and you freeze. “It’s okay, like I said I'm not upset with you,” he lets his hands drop, and you nod.

“I didn't know you knew Soap,” He muses, leaning against the wall. You shuffle your feet, taking a deep breath.

“Yeah… I met him the same night I met you… You know him too, yeah?”

“Soap, Gaz, Price and I all serve together,” Simon rubs the back of his neck with his hand, looking slightly uncomfortable.

“Oh! I don't know how I didn't pick up that you were military,” You bite your lip looking down at his black boots.

“We didn't exactly get to know each other very much that night..” Simon says, and a small blush creeps up your cheeks at the mention of your night together. “So what brings you here tonight?” Simon asks.

The familiar feeling of nausea swirls in your stomach again, you clench your fists, nails biting into your palm. Something you have come to do a lot over the past few months. “I came here to ask about you, actually. I needed to talk to you..” You whisper, and Simon's brows furrow.

“Well you found me.. What did you need to talk about?” He asks, as you chew your bottom lip. Anxiety creeps into your chest, wrapping itself around your lungs like an icy hand. The air rushes from your lungs, your eyes burning with tears.

How the hell could you turn this man's life upside down?

“Hey, hey,” Simon whispers, his large hands clasp your shoulders steadying you. The world feels a million miles away, like you were floating out in space untethered. Everything sounds muffled, and the lights are suddenly too bright in the hallway. You raise your shaky hands, running them through your hair. A large hand guides you down the hall a little until the bitter cold air of winter in London hits you. You gasp, your lungs filling with the cold air, goosebumps break out along your heated skin.

The world slowly comes back into focus, soft murmuring in your ear as large arms wrap around your middle holding you against a solid chest. “Breathe, you’re alright, you’re okay… Just breathe, Love.” Simon murmurs into your ear. Tears fall from your eyes, trails of hot tears stream down your cold cheeks.

“I’m sorry I left that night…” you gasp in between sobs, “and i am so sorry im going to say this…” You whisper the last part. At first you aren't sure Simon heard you but after a moment he turns you around. His arms are still around you as he looks down at you, your teeth starting to chatter from emotion and the wind.

“Whatever you have to say can't be that bad, love. Did you find out you had some like STI or something? Do I need to get tested?” He asks, his brown eyes searching your tear stained face. His hands moving up and down your body in an attempt to warm you up and comfort you at the same time.

You shake your head, if only an STI was the least of your problems. “N-no, i didn't give you anything like that…” you choke out.

Simon watches you as you stand face to face with him in the same alley you met him in 3 months ago. Although this time you’re different, instead of the woman who was caught in her own head. Who was running from demons he couldn't see, trying her best to show the world it couldn't break her. Instead standing in front of him was a woman who was scared, who looked so lost in the world, like she was barely hanging on. He studies you, even as you stand in front of him crying, your entire body shaking. You were still beautiful, and he would be lying if he said he didn't think about you.

You had haunted him every moment since he heard you leave the apartment. When he heard the door click shut it took everything in him not to follow you out. But he didn’t, he laid there staring up at the ceiling until almost 5, before he got up and started making himself some tea. It was then he noticed the note you left your swirling handwriting on the scarp paper wishing him well. He was saddened to see you hadn’t left a way to contact you, but part of him understood. He had offered you a chance to get out of your head for a while. He hadn’t asked you on a date. He DIDN'T date.

The onslaught of disappointment was tough for him to swallow. Simon was never upset when a woman he brought to bed left with no goodbye, and a hasty note. Simon preferred it that way, it was better if the one night stands didn’t stick around but for some reason Simon couldn’t stop thinking about you. About how your curves felt beneath his palms. The silky smooth expanse of your skin. The way your moans stirred something deep in him, or the way your eyes told him more than you ever would.

Now as he looked down at you, standing in the darkened alley way. He knew whatever you wanted to say was about to bring his world crashing down. But instead of the overwhelming feeling to flee, that he normally had when confronting emotional issues like this. Simon wanted to hold you close and tell you that it was okay, that whatever it was you could face it and make it out the other side. During his years of doing interrogations and studying people he had learnt the signs of when someone was teetering on the edge. It was clear in your face and body language that you were one gentle gust of wind from toppling over. Crumbling into pieces he wasn’t sure anyone could put back together.

“What is it then Sweetheart? I’ll help you figure it out, whatever it is.” He whispers, pulling you closer to him, his body heat seeping into you, as the wind blows. You sniffle, your shaking hands coming up to swipe at the tears under your eyes. You take one last breath, eyes closed as you brace yourself.

“I’m pregnant.”

It’s like the world stopped spinning.

Time was suddenly suspended, as you pried your eyes open to look at Simon. His brown eyes were guarded. His brows pulled together, as his hands stopped their motions for a fraction of a second. Your lungs burned from holding your breath, your throat tight. Every muscle in your body was tense, as you waited for him to say something. Do something. You needed some sort of reaction from him. Yelling, screaming, swearing, anything was better than the earth shattering silence that took place after you muttered the two words you hadn’t yet said out loud since you found out.

It wasn’t like you planned on getting pregnant by your one night stand. Hell. It was the LAST thing you wanted. You were always careful to get your birth control shot every 3 months. But with the chaos of the last few months, somewhere along the line you must’ve missed your last appointment. It wasn’t until you went into your appointment earlier today to get a shot that they had informed you they couldn’t administer it. That you were already pregnant.

“Okay.”

The word shocks you, and for a moment you aren’t sure you hear him right. You raise an eyebrow, as you look at Simon.

“Okay?” You ask.

“Yeah, okay. We’ll figure it out.” Simon states, his hands resuming their soothing motion up and down your sides.

“You’re not.. not going to freak out?” You whisper.

“There’s nothing to freak out about, this isn’t just going to go away. So we need to talk about our options, and we will. Just got standing in the back alley of a pub.”

“Okay…” you whisper, as Simon’s hands guide you towards the emergency exit door that he brought you through. The inside of the bar is louder than before, more people have shown up. Soap, Gaz and Price are all talking at the end of the bar. Your glass of water is filled and sitting on a napkin. They all look over when you two walk over.

“Ghost, Soap was just telling me that you and y/n know each other. Small world isn’t it?” Gaz smiles, his brown eyes looking between us.

“We do,” Simon turns to Price, “I’m going to be bringing her home, I’ll see you at 0600 tomorrow, Captain.”

There’s a look that passes between Price and Simon, but he just nods, then turns towards you. “I hope to see you again, dear, maybe next time we can all have a nice meal.”

“Maybe,” you smile, after waving goodbye to Soap and Gaz, Simon leads you out to the street where the cars are parked.

“Did you drive here?” He asks, looking down at you.

“No I took the bus,” you shove your hands into the pockets of your coat. It was still wet from where the guy spilt his drink, and you shivered.

“I’ll drive you home,” Simon takes your hand, pulling you towards his truck. He pulls open the passenger door and waits for you to get settled in the seat before shutting it. You run your hands together as Simon climbs into the driver's seat. He starts the truck, turning the heat on high.

“Where do you live?” He asks, as he turns on the headlights.

“On Ashton street, the apartment complex there” from the corner of your eye you see Simon visibly stiffened, but he doesn’t say anything as he pulls away from the curb. The ride is mainly quiet, neither one of you having much to say. As you get closer to your apartment your anxiety starts to grow again. What if he tells you to get rid of it?

Is that what you wanted? What if he decided he would rather give it up for adoption? Would he help you find a family? Maybe he would tell you he didn’t want anything to do with a baby? Could you deal with a baby? Bile burns in the back of your throat, and you try to swallow it back down. You weren’t about to throw up all over his nice truck. The grimy bathroom of a bar was one thing, but Simon’s leather interior of his car was not an option. Simon turns down a side street, there weren’t many streetlights on this stretch of the drive. You try to focus on the passing shadows but the rolling and twisting in you hug doesn’t let up.

“Can you pull over please?” You whisper, and Simon glances at you. Your hands bunched in the fabric of your coat, your eyes closed as you take deep breaths. Simon eases the car over, barely putting the car in park before you flung the door open and hop out. You move a few feet into the woods, your hands scraping against the tough bark of a tree, as you get sick. Bile burns your throat and nose, tears stream down your cheeks.

Warm hands gather the hair from your face and hold it back. Holding your hair back with one hand the other rubs up and down your back. It takes several minutes of dry heaving for you to be able to stand up. A handkerchief is suddenly floating in front of you. You take it and wipe your mouth with it, shoving it into your pocket after.

“You okay?” Simon asks, as you take a deep breath.

“Yeah, I’m okay, sorry..” you mumble, as you turn back to the car and climb back in. Simon doesn’t say anything as he climbs in and continues to drive to your apartment. As he parks his car, he glances around, his eyes resting on the boarded up windows of the glass door.

“Everything okay?” You ask, noticing as he stares at the glass like he’s trying to get it to tell him what happened to it.

“Yeah. Sorry, let’s go inside,” he mumbles, climbing out and coming to your side. He pulls open your door and offers you a hand. You walk towards the building Simon’s entire body is tense as some residents barrel out of the door. They’re shouting and swearing as they stumble out, a lit cigarette dangling from their fingers. Simon pushes you behind him, as they pass, he watches as they head over to a parked car and continue arguing in front of it.

“They’ll stop arguing after a while. They do this often..” you mutter to Simon as you take his hand pulling him towards the door. He grunts and follows you up the three flights of stairs to your apartment. You hesitate, your hand on the knob as you take a deep breath. Entering was always the hardest part now, every time your hand touches the handle the images of your family break through the mental box you shoved them into. You let out the breath you were holding and pushed open the door. Flicking on the light switch next to the door.

Your eyes falling on the empty couch against the far wall in the living room. Some of the tension leaves your shoulders as you stare at the threadbare fabric. You step further into the apartment allowing Simon to slip in behind you. He turns the locks on the door, and reaches down unlacing his boots.

“I don't have much to offer.. Is water okay?” You ask as you shrug off your alcohol stained coat. The fabric is a sticky mess, the fabric ruined from the drink spilt on it at the bar. Tossing it onto the counter, you head over to the cabinet and take down two glasses.

“Water is okay,” Simon walks into your living room and takes a seat. He watches you fill the two glasses with water and you come and sit on the other side of the couch, handing him the glass.

“When did you find out?” Simons asks, taking his face mask off and shoving it into his pocket and taking a sip of water.

“This afternoon… I went in to get my birth control shot and they make you do a pregnancy test…” You pull your legs up to your chest, holding the glass of water in one hand. The other hand wraps around your shins keeping them pulled up to your chest.

“Did they tell you how far along you are?” He asks, “So we know what our options are, I mean.”

“They said based on the blood work, 12 weeks. But I have to go in to get an ultrasound next week..”

“Okay, so we don't have a lot of time to make a choice… have you thought about what you want to do?” Simon sets his glass down on the table next to the couch.

“I .. I don't know.. I was waiting to hear what you had to say before I made up my mind.” You mumble, your eyes trained on a spot of carpet that is fraying.

“If I'm being honest, I never wanted kids. They were never in my cards… I'm not saying I don't like them, kids are great, I just never pictured myself having any,,” he admits.

Your heart sinks.

Here we go, he's going to tell you to get rid of it, and tell you to delete his number, forget he exists and move on with your life.

“But, with you, it feels right.. There's just something about you that I can't get out of my head and at the risk of sounding like a total barbarian. The thought of having you in my life until I die because of this baby fills me with excitement. I wanted to go after you when you snuck out of my apartment but I didn't want you to be uncomfortable. The night I spent with you was one of the best nights I've ever had. So if you would like to, I would love the chance to raise this baby with you. Even if it's as friends and nothing more. Because I know that you were put into my life for a reason, and I'm going to take any chance I can get to keep you around,” Simon finishes, his hand coming to rest on your ankle.

You sit there for a few moments, mind reeling with everything he just said to you. He wanted to raise a baby with you? Just so he could get to know you? Did you really have that much of a profound effect on him? Would he still feel the same when he found out what had happened to you? Could you do this? I mean really do this?

Babies are huge commitments. They were for life; there was no backing out. But the way Simon was looking at you, like he would take on the world for you with barely knowing you. It made you feel like you could do it. As long as you didn't have to do it alone, well, at least not completely. You chew on your bottom lip for a few more minutes, the thoughts rolling around in your head as Simon's eyes trail around your apartment.

“Okay…” you finally whisper and Simon's head whips towards you.

“Okay?”

“Yeah, okay. I-i don't think i can get rid of it anyway… The thought makes me feel sick,” you confess and the tension in Simon's shoulders all but disappears.

“Alright, we can figure this out. No pressure for us to be together, we can just start by becoming friends, and seeing where things go okay?” He smiles, and its a real genuine smile. Your heart stutters in your chest, and you can't help your own smile that spreads across your lips.

“If we’re being honest here,” you sigh, wringing your hands together in your lap,”I couldn't stop thinking about you either… I mean, even before all… yeah.. You know.”

Simon's hand comes over to rest on the side of your face, and he leans forward pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I'm glad to hear that I wasn't the only one with lingering thoughts,” he chuckles.

Simon drops his hand and looks around your place once more, a furrow deep in his brow. He opens his mouth to say something but thinks better of it, before he notices the time on the clock hanging on your wall. It was almost 10 and he needed to check over his gear before he shipped out in the morning.

“I hate to do this… but I have to go,” his lips pulled down into a thin straight line.

“Oh right.. You told Price you would see him in the morning…”

“Yeah… Look, i can't tell you much, but i don't know how long i’ll be gone…” he looks around, and grabs the notebook you write your ideas for articles down in and scribbles on a spare piece. “This is my number, i won't promise i’ll respond while i'm away, but if anything happens, call this number 3 times in a row and you’ll get through to someone who can get a message to me okay? But that is only for emergencies, otherwise just text me and i’ll do my best to get back to you, alright?” He tears the paper out, coming to stand in front of you. He presses the paper into your hand. It crumples slightly as you close your hand around it.

“Okay,” you murmur, looking up at him from your spot on the couch. His fingers crush along your cheek as he brushes a strand of your hair back from your face.

“Be safe, keep the door locked… i’ll be back soon and we’ll go do something fun and get to know each other.” Simon smiles, as he takes a few steps backwards towards the door.

“I’ll hold you to it,” you smile, “Be safe out there.”

The only response is the soft click of the door.

Next: Part 4

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yoongsgguktae · 2 years ago

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paddle with me 02 | jjk

summary; jeongguk needs time to navigate his feelings. he’s strongly attracted to you—that he knows—but the torment you’ve put him through for years is hard to get over. pairing; jeongguk x reader genre; campcounselor!au | e2l | rivals | smut rating; M (18+) word count; 13.7k+ warnings; mentions of alcohol, cussing, outdoor intercourse, unprotected sex, oral sex betas; thank you thank you to @breadoffoxy and a friend of mine for reading through my first and second drafts. and thank you to @cutechim and @hobeemin for reading my outline so so long ago! i cherish you all 💜 a/n; IT’S BEEN 2 WHOLE YEARS, but it is finally here. Thank you for being patient with me, and thank you in advance for reading. I would recommend reading part 1 of paddle with me as a refresher since it’s been so long lmao.

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Jeongguk scarcely notices the images on the canvas, everything is a blur, and the movie is reduced to a low hum in the background. His sights are trained on the poorly hung piece of fabric, but he is too distracted to focus on the scenes unfolding before him. The large linen sheet he is blankly staring at sags against the exterior of the dining hall. Its corners are loose, causing wrinkles to litter the images that dance across its surface, but no one seems to care enough as the camp counselors are all entranced by the movie before them.

They are seated outside watching a film under the clear night sky, another team bonding activity Namjoon likes so much. Yoongi had set up a projector and a surround sound system he brought from home while Hoseok and Jin hung the makeshift screen earlier that evening. The celebratory movie night is well underway with popcorn, alcoholic drinks, and small bursts of laughter.

Jeongguk shifts in his seat, and the bean bag slumps with his change in weight as he moves. He has been harboring a growing boner that has become increasingly uncomfortable under the constraints of his pants. His hand unconsciously passes over his bulge as his imagination runs wild with thoughts of your legs around his waist. He is captivated by the memory of your flowy skirt riding up your thighs as you moved in front of him all day while running the seminars since morning.

He barely focused on the standard discussions about staff policies, camp schedules, and safety protocols. For one, he has attended them for the past few years, and Namjoon insists everyone must attend every year regardless, but he was also aggravated once he learned that you were leading the seminars, the ones he used to do.

He remembered his lips lifted in displeasure as he lowered his gaze to the ground when you stood up to lead the discussions. Jeongguk was close to taking off to get some air, yet after catching your remorseful gaze a few times during your presentation, he realized you were not the problem—it was him. You had apologized, and there was no reason for him to be upset with you when it was not your fault anyway. You were asked to run them this year.

Jeongguk broke from his irritated stupor when you stopped mid-sentence during the discussion to bend forward and pick up your dropped pen. His eyes immediately traveled down your shirt, staring at the exposed tops of your breasts and sucking in his bottom lip as you stood straight. His tiny bit of annoyance faded as quickly as his dick started to harden. His attention had strayed entirely from the seminar discussions before him to lusting for you again.

The movie continues to play on the improvised screen before him, yet Jeongguk is far away. He is lost in his memory of you from earlier today, one that is about you in that skirt you have been wearing. His mouth hangs open, his jaw slack, and his palm unknowingly caresses his erection while zoned out.

Jeongguk comes to, mouth closing shut as he gulps. He adjusts his posture, sitting up a bit straighter while turning his gaze to the right, towards where you are sitting, with a large blanket across your legs. His eyes move up your figure to see the faint outline of a bruised mark on your neck. One edge of his lips turn up as his gaze sets heavy on the hickey, memories of him giving it to you. The sight alone gets him excited.

You are momentarily distracted from the film when you see movement in your periphery. The slight shift catches your attention since everyone has remained motionless, entranced with the film. You do not have to think twice, already knowing who it is. Feeling a set of eyes boring into the side of your face, almost palpable with how unrelenting his stare is.

Eyes never stray from the screen; you focus on the action in front of you. Your attempt to ignore him succeeds when you sense him shift his gaze back to the film. A brief moment of relief washes over you before you suddenly feel it again.

Is there something on your face? Why is he staring so hard? This time you cannot hold back your curiosity. You peer over at him in confusion, meeting his eager gaze immediately.

He raises his eyebrows, lips parting to swipe his tongue across them sensually. Your gaze slips downward to catch the slow movement, feeling a rush of warmth flood your cheeks. You feel weak at that small gesture, your body fully aware of his intentions. Your eyes close momentarily to regroup your senses before you level your gaze back with his. Eyebrows knitted, you mouth a ‘what’.

His smirk grows, the mischievous glint in his eyes more apparent. Jeongguk motions his head with a short nod and his eyes move in the direction of the small shed behind the group. A shed that lays untouched for most of the season until the grass needs to be mowed or when tools are sought out. It sits concealed by some overgrown bushes across the lawn, out of the way, and tucked in the corner of the main campground. A place very few people venture off to.

Your eyes widen when Jeongguk shifts in his seat, doing his best to rise without a sound. The bean bag slides underneath him, and he stands with caution. Not a single person becomes aware of his movements. You two are the only ones playing this dangerous game.

He starts to make his way toward the shed, giving you a sultry wink as he walks past you. Your face flushes once again. He wants you to join him.

Your eyes dart forward to the back of the heads of those in front of you, all too immersed in the film to notice Jeongguk leaving. A slight hint of panic rises in your stomach. You are afraid someone will discover him sneaking off, that he will be caught in the act.

After a few moments, with no one noticing his departure, you slowly get up from your cushioned lawn chair. You do not know where the confidence boost came from, but you have already committed to following Jeongguk’s example. The light blanket in your lap is abandoned onto your seat before you approach his direction with soft footsteps, proceeding to walk across the open field.

A fallen branch snaps under the weight of your foot, halting your movement as you let out a curse under your breath. The untimely coincidence occurred when the movie went silent; such terrible timing on your part. Increased awareness of your surroundings has you still, unmoving, and even holding your breath in case anyone hears. Once the movie volume picks up again, you turn around slowly with your feet planted on the ground expecting to see someone looking your way. All eyes are still on the screen during one of the intense scenes of the movie. You release a small breath and quietly rush towards the shed, not wanting to chance getting caught.

Your shadow bounces off the side of the shed. The movie illuminates a frantic and hurried outline of your movements as you swiftly head toward it. You turn the corner of the structure and make your way to the entrance. The rough texture of the rusty old door handle is hard against your palm. You pull it open while praying the hinges do not creak. With one step inside, your tongue can taste the dust in the air. It is dark and musty, clearly untouched for some time. Your vision starts to adjust to the darkness of the space.

You turn back to face the door, pulling it shut towards you. The hardware latches with a click just as an arm wraps around your front. A small yelp escapes you in shock when a hand snakes under your shirt while the other slams against the door right past your head. “You know, makeup doesn’t do much to cover that hickey of yours.” The words are close to your ears, almost like a shared whisper between two lovers, but the press of his body is aggressive.

Jeongguk has you cornered, his chest pressing his full weight on your back while he pins you against the door. His thumb starts drawing circles on your skin, sending chills up your body, his fingers slightly cold to the touch. In contrast, his warm breath crawls against your collarbone while he noses up your neck.

You lick your own lips, reminiscing how you received it in the first place. “It’s been four days and this thing hasn’t gone away.” The feel of his smile is warm as he drags his mouth over your skin. You continue, “It doesn’t help that you keep attacking the same spot either.” The hot breath of his chuckle makes you flush in excitement. It is almost like a threat, like he wants nothing more than to put you through this agony. He is having fun with this torture he is inflicting on you.

With one hand still roaming your stomach, he brings his other to his lips. His tongue spreads his saliva across his finger as he licks his thumb. Grabbing your nape with care, Jeongguk starts to rub the black and blue area you poorly tried to hide with concealer. This process is repeated before he brings you flush against his front and his mouth connects with the sensitive area once again.

A wince of pain pushes past your lips; he is relentless with his sucking. “I quite like it on you. It looks good,” he states before returning to the same spot after you crane your neck to give him more access, your body inevitably responding to his touch.

The attention to your neck has you light-headed, vision blurry as your eyes flutter shut, and the sensation runs down your body. Your head—clear of any and all thoughts—is full of just him and the feeling of his weight against you. His movements feel urgent and brazen, as if he is trying to prove a point.

Then the faint memory of this morning gnaws at your subconscious momentarily. You had glanced his way the moment you stood up. His jaw was sealed tight, probably from gritting his teeth, and he had cut his gaze from you the moment you locked eyes.

“You know it wasn’t my idea to present at the seminars this morning,” you whisper, “I should have made Namjoon give you the role of presenter since I know you’ve always done them.”

His palms graze along your body, slipping under your skirt, and Jeongguk hears your breath hitch as he reaches the curve of your ass. He gives it a squeeze, a warning to stop talking about it. His lips stop trailing down your neck, “It’s fine.” He focuses on your bare shoulder, lips grazing your tender skin.

“I could tell you were upset.”

Jeongguk huffs and his hold on you tightens, “I was not.”

He does not want to concede to your ridiculous accusations.

“Yes, you were,” you insist.

You push back against his body, and the attempt to get him to loosen his hold on you is futile. He effortlessly has the advantage with his large stature. Then again, the moment he feels your ass graze the bulge he has been carrying, he involuntarily relaxes his hold, letting out a hiss at the contact. Fuck, it is the simple things that set him off with you.

Jeongguk’s large hands spin you around, and your back connects with the door. His head lowers to your height, eyes boring into your gaze, and you cannot help but hold your breath.

“I said it’s fine. Drop it,” he spits through his teeth.

His hot breath fans across your face, and you can feel the annoyance radiating off his body in waves. He is being stubborn again, bottling up the emotions that hinder him from being honest with you. You roll your eyes with a heavy sigh. “You know, you should stop being so uptight and just accept my apology. I’m trying to say sorry.”

“Uptight?” His deep chuckle has the hairs on your arms stand on end. He rakes one hand through his hair and looks away momentarily. The sharp angle of his jaw is more pronounced while he clenches his jaw.

You yelp as Jeongguk suddenly tugs you off the door by your hips, whirling you around to shove you against the adjacent wall. One hand comes up to grab the back of your neck, forcibly angling your head to meet his eyes. “I said to drop it because I don’t care.”

You observe him while he holds you in place. His breathing has gotten more ragged, and you know you are the cause of it because of your persisting attitude. You have always been good at pushing him till he breaks, and you are not stopping now. “You are a terrible liar,” you whisper.

His eyes close shut, lashes fanning his cheeks, and he exhales through his nose. “I swear to God,” he pierces you with a maddening glare, only getting closer. He continues with his lips right above yours, “open your mouth again and I’ll walk out of here. Boner and all.”

The man is trying to have his way with you, and all you are doing is babbling. You need him just as much as he needs you right now, and there is no way you are leaving here without having him first.

Your hands grapple with the front of his shirt and wrench him forward. His lips meet yours instantly, mouths slotting over one another’s in a fervent kiss. The grip along your nape loosens as he winds his digits in your hair, and the stroke of fingertips along your scalp has you sighing into his mouth.

Jeongguk nuzzles his knee between your legs, his thigh coming to sit in the middle of yours, and caresses your clothed cunt as he thrusts it against you. Your needy moan compels him to press even harder, urging more strained pants to fill the tiny expanse of the shed while your tongues continue to entangle.

The cramped space is layered with dust and old grass clippings; it was the closest yet furthest spot to sneak away to without being noticed. There are better places to hook up, but it beats the abandoned outhouse from yesterday. He was desperate to get you away when he laid eyes on your form this morning; the skirt you have on fits your curves just right. He could not wait until the movie ended to have you since he has been restless since the seminars hours ago. The shed will have to work for now.

You let out a shaky breath at the graze of his hand creeping underneath your skirt again. The tips of his fingers skim up your thighs, briefly brushing over your pussy, making you whine until he meets the top band of your underwear. His fingers slip past the material and tug it without effort, dropping it down your legs. Your underwear falls around your ankles, lying discarded on the ground as you step out of them.

He captures your bottom lip between his teeth, giving it a final bite before he breaks the kiss. Your skin feels hot to the touch as he sets his forehead upon your bare shoulder, taking a moment to get air back into his lungs.

With your underwear gone, his focus is back on your cunt. Two fingers dip inside, and he proceeds to coat them with your cream with shallow thrusts before he takes them out to glide them along your folds. “I love the feel of your slick cunt,” he murmurs against your shoulder. Jeongguk parts your lower lips, his middle finger slipping back and forth on your folds, reaching your clit and giving it the most attention.

Your choked hum exhales close to his ear. One arm embraces his neck, and the other holds onto his bicep for support. His smirk grows wide as he feels your body slumping back against the wall, your legs growing weak at the slightest touch on your feverish cunt. He loves to see you fall apart on his fingers.

The heavy pants escalate the moment he dives into your warm center again. One, two, then three fingers pulsate against your wall. He thrusts and curls them at a leisurely pace while your breath hitches. In response, you claw his back, and he can feel your nails digging and dragging across the heat of his skin. Your markings are proof of the pleasure he gives you; he wears them like a badge of honor.

Jeongguk raises his head from your shoulder after placing one more kiss on your collarbone. He slips his fingers out, bringing them up to his lips. Your eyes flutter open when he opens his mouth to receive your taste. Lips sealing around his fingers, he sucks them clean while never looking away.

“So sweet,” he moans around his fingers. He will never stop craving your taste. “Here,” he says, moving to invade your cunt once more, “have a taste.” He plunges back into your warmth, thrusting a few more times before pulling them out.

The tips of his coated fingers lay waiting against your bottom lip. Your mouth opens instinctively to receive them, and Jeongguk’s cock jumps at your willingness to obey his command. He presses down on your tongue, and with lust-filled eyes, he watches you suck yourself off his fingers.

“You love the taste of your own pussy, isn’t that right?” he asks while thrusting in and out of your warm mouth.

You groan in response, eyes closing shut as you slightly gag around his fingers from the force of his thrust. Another jolt runs down his pulsating cock from watching you drool. Seeing the saliva run down your chin gets him hot and needy.

In one swift movement, he pulls away and kneels before you. His knees meet the dusty floor while his hands run down your body and to your thighs. He hikes one leg over his shoulder, letting the balm of your foot rest against the delve of his back as he spreads you in front of him. With a broad hand pushing your hip back against the wall, you steadily balance on one leg underneath his aiding grip.

Jeongguk presses his eager nose against your clit, giving it a small flick with a shake of his head. “You smell,” he inhales your scent with an obscene sound, “fucking amazing.”

A small whimper drips from your lips at the slightest touch. You grasp at the window frame, grip tight to balance yourself while your other hand weaves into his hair to coax him closer. His mouth moves over the expanse of your pussy. Tongue out and flat against your folds, moving slowly up down but never quite reaching your clit on the up stroke. The heat of his breath feels incredible on your skin, and you shudder when he nips your clit with his teeth.

The surprise yelp you release is cut short when his mouth encloses around it suddenly. The cruel way he sucks at the engorged bud places you in a euphoric state. It is impressive how he has learned to listen to your body, knowing all the ways you like to be handled only after a few times being together.

Your grip struggles to keep you steady as your nails scrape against the window sill, leaving marks along the old, weathered wood of the rarely-used tool shed. The wall against your back is stiff and uncomfortable as you slide down the rough surface, no longer able to hold up your weight due to the overwhelming pleasure Jeongguk’s mouth gives you.

“Oh fuck,” you let out.

The buckle in your knee intensifies as you feel the building pressure between your thighs. Even with his aid, standing is becoming too burdensome, and your legs tremble.

Jeongguk takes hold of your weakening leg, tossing it over his shoulder. With his large hands, he grabs both of your plump ass cheeks, hauling you up while he continues to devour your cunt sloppily. You yelp in shock at the sudden change in position. The majority of your weight is held up by his shoulders as your back pushes harder, digging deeper against the splintered wall.

You reach out to the nearby shelf crowded with rusted hand tools while your other continues to grasp the strands of his long dark hair. Your arduous attempt to keep steady is all for naught as his tongue persists. The sounds of his feast echo off the walls of the small shed, and you cannot help but gaze at the sight of him while he consumes your clit.

The small amount of moonlight that shines through the dusty window illuminates his glistening face. His lips, swollen with the labored effort, makes him appear divine between your legs.

Your head knocks back against the wall as your eyes flutter close in ecstasy. The volume of your moans increases with each suction of his hot mouth. Your hips start to move on their own accord, following his rhythm, and you tighten your grasp while you ride on his tongue.

The whines emitting from between your lips halt when Jeongguk abandons his endeavor. His head raises, and his eyes lift to your now open and questioning ones. “You need to be quiet,” he says.

“It’s not like they can hear me,” it takes everything in you not to call him out on his trepidation. For someone who thrives in taking risks—someone who fucked you in the outdoor showers just a few days ago—why is he acting cowardly? The faint noise of the surround sound system blaring the forgotten movie can be heard in the shed. He is being dramatic.

His hand runs up your leg and between your thighs, fingers reaching for your pussy. “Don’t talk back to me when I’m the one on my fucking knees for you,” his stern tone sends a shiver through you while he inserts a finger slowly inside.

You clamp your mouth shut the moment his thumb begins to draw circles on your clit, and you let yourself succumb to the pleasure once again. “Sorry,” you meekly respond before taking a deep breath through your nose. As you settle into his touch, the subtle smell of cut grass grounds you momentarily.

What started as a slow caress picks up pace, and Jeongguk eagerly inserts a second digit. His two middle fingers slip between your folds, his palm facing downward. The pressure of his curled fingers is unfamiliar in the position, yet the sensation has you reeling in a blissful state. Your lips part slightly, and your breath quickens.

All concentration on keeping quiet is gone when your clit is engulfed by the warmth of his mouth again. Caution is thrown out the window as he keeps up a maddening pace with his thrusts, sending you ever so close to the edge. His other hand clamps around the back of your thigh to keep you open.

With your chest heaving deeply, your body begins to unravel, every nerve erupting at once. Your orgasm overtakes you and you cum against his mouth.

Jeongguk moves his lips softly around the clit, to the labia, and around the seeping hole of your pussy. He is gentle with his licks and does his best to clean you up. He sets one leg down, then the other, and watches you slump back against the wall as he gives you time to regroup after the intense orgasm.

“You good?” he asks, rising from his kneeling position.

“Mmhmm, very good,” you sigh.

His bulge is more apparent now that he is standing. He attempts to adjust his hard-on before leaving the shed. Jeongguk steps back and reaches into his pants to fix his boxers.

Your hand reaches out to grab his wrist. “Can I?” you ask.

He stops short at his attempt. Pleasing you and watching you unfold because of him gets him off every time. He did not have any expectations from you, but even he needs his release after something as explosive as what he just witnessed.

“Yes, please,” he says.

He allows you to pull at the strings of his sweatpants, hurriedly untying them. Your fingers slip inside the waistband, circling around his waist to pull them down to rest at his thighs. You start to descend, dropping your knees to the ground before him; however, he grabs you by the elbow to coax you back up.

You glimpse up at him with eyebrows furrowed, mouth slightly open to question him, but he seizes your thighs and lifts you off the floor. Your breath catches in your throat while your arms wrap around his neck at the sudden change in position, and he feels your nails scrape against the skin of his back.

Your nails only deepen as he abruptly spears you with his cock. Your wet center readily takes him in without a struggle.

Both of you grunt in unison when your back hits the wall again. Legs wrapped around his waist, his arms holding you up by your thighs, he rams inside you. The swell of your breasts peeks out from the confines of your shirt, bouncing with every thrust of his hips.

Jeongguk tugs down at the low neck of your shirt, releasing them for his viewing pleasure. With your shirt under your breasts, they are lifted and spewed out. With eyes trained on your bust, the bounce of your supple tits fuels his thrusts.

The shed begins to creak as the force of his hips rocks you. Pulling you off the wall, your hands quickly grab ahold of his shoulder. He turns on his heels, trying his best to concentrate on holding you upright on his cock without slipping out of you. His feet swiftly kick away a hammer lying on the ground while trying to maintain balance as he holds you in mid-air.

“Hold the shelf behind you.”

You loosen your grip around his neck, arms blindly searching for the shelf. Once you grab hold, Jeongguk impales you deeper with no plans of slowing down. The sound of skin slapping and your collective grunts powers his search for release.

Your tits bounce with each forceful thrust. You look mesmerizing with your messy hair, mouth slightly hanging open, and eyes brimming with tears. His hips stutter at the sight of you coming undone on his cock.

“Look at me,” he says. With eyes hooded over, you meet his. “Whose pussy is this?”

“Yours,” you whisper in response.

"Say it louder," he demands.

"Yours!" you shout.

“Fuck,” Jeongguk grunts. His hold tenses around your thighs. “You look stunning… fucked out on my cock like this… absolutely beautiful,” he grunts between every jerk of his hip. He sputters through his own release, warming your center, filling you with everything he had.

He rides out his high with shallow thrusts of his cock, slowly descending from the pleasure. But even so, with his mind clouded with bliss, Jeongguk’s thoughts cannot help but stray to the nonverbal agreement you struck days before.

—

Jeongguk finds himself seated in front of the sweltering bonfire again. It had been several hours since the group returned from the canoe trip and gathered for another round of drinks like the night before. Everyone is a bit tipsy, a few drinks in, and the chatter has increased while the night sky has grown darker. It is only the second day, but it has become the usual nightly routine while campers have yet to arrive.

A freshly opened can in his grasp while he recalls earlier events from the day. It is his third one of the night, and the light buzz in his head tells him he still has a ways to go until he is drunk. The goal is to forget what happened today at the river, at least for tonight—to drown his feelings.

He had witnessed you turn and walk to your bunk while he was trying to get Hoseok off his case. He did not hear from you again until dinner later that night. You sat at the opposite end of the long dining table with wet hair and an oversized shirt, freshly out of the shower. You were ignoring him, keeping your distance, and going out of your way to avoid him. You must have been hiding until dinner was ready because he did not see you for hours.

You were obviously upset at his refusal to talk after returning to camp, but it was not so much a rejection as it was a knee-jerk response to your sudden question. Can you blame him? The hesitancy to trust you comes naturally to him after all you have done. Jeongguk has spent the past few years loathing you. How was he expected to throw away the emotional wound you have left on him all this time over a single hook-up?

Despite that, the somber expression that painted your features hit him like a ton of bricks, sincerity in your eyes that he had never seen before. But he was still struggling to come to terms with genuinely forgiving you. Yes, he told you back at the river that he forgave you, but the white lie slipped past his lips too quickly. Jeongguk was not entirely convinced that you were remorseful of your past actions—not yet.

He breaks from his thoughts at the sound of your laugh.

You are sitting across from him again, with Jimin’s arm across your shoulders this time. The rise in body temperature has nothing to do with the fire in front of him but everything to do with how you are snug against his frame. Jeongguk’s posture becomes rigid at how you two are so casual in front of the entire group.

The pair are laughing along with Jin’s retelling of an interaction with a camper’s parents last year. “She saved my ass! That mom was going to wring my neck because I let her son jump off the high dive,” he explains as another round of laughs erupts from the trio.

Jeongguk stretches the knot in his neck, irritated. He has been ignored all night, yet you easily socialize with everyone around him while continuing to act like he does not exist. One would think he would be used to it after all this time, that he would prefer it this way, but something has changed for him. It stings.

“She should honestly be the one to handle parent complaints. They all love her,” he continues to say about you.

He would usually be irked with Jin’s praise, but that is not the issue tonight. He observes how you lean closer into Jimin's body as you laugh, your hand slaps his thigh, and Jeongguk catches your gaze mid-chuckle. You waver, sitting motionless like you were caught in the act. He scoffs to himself before raising the forgotten can to his lips, the beer still cold on his tongue. What is going on with him?

The way he downs his beer has the hairs on the back of your neck stand straight. Suddenly Jimin’s arm around you feels heavy as Jeongguk holds your gaze over the rim of the can. He lowers it down in his lap again, using the back of his hand to wipe across his wet lips.

His clenched jaw is evidence of the anger you gather is raging within him. This is the moment he would typically stand to leave, to escape. You are waiting for him to get up and storm off, but he stays unmoving, his attention not straying away from you in the least. Your face flushes with warmth, and you avert your attention down to the can in your own hand, flicking the tab to keep yourself busy, focusing on the sound it makes as you drown out the people around you. The sound of their voices becomes muffled in the background.

You used to gush under all the praise, soak it in and flaunt it outwardly on purpose in front of Jeongguk. But things are different now. You no longer want to be in the spotlight after learning how much he despises you because of it. The desire to mock him ceased to exist the moment he carried you into the water after the most mind-blowing sex you have ever experienced.

The way he gently cleaned you, took care of the aftermath of your escapade, had your stomach churn with desire. A desire to be wanted by him beyond a physical way. His act of tenderness made you believe he wanted that too.

But you were left a fool. His rejection hit you hard, a big slap to the face you were not expecting, and took you by surprise. You were, and still are, confused at how Jeongguk has shown interest in you but then seemingly wrote you off when you arrived back at camp. As if it meant nothing.

It is embarrassing to think you gave yourself entirely to a man who expressed no interest in you as soon as reality hit him. You have concluded that he made a mistake, that he probably regrets everything because it seemed like he wanted nothing to do with you afterwards. It is humiliating how you thought he may have wanted more when his actions say otherwise.

Avoiding him since you got back has been your only escape from heartache. You cannot bear the thought of another rejection. The time between now and when you arrived from the canoe trip was spent hiding in your bunk, but then something shifted in you when you laid eyes on him during dinner. As you locked eyes with him, you became angry and irritated. How dare he use you like that and act as if nothing happened.

You sit here now in front of the fire, him just on the other side, and you want to scream and tell him off.

The group around you start to rise out of their seats, pushing you to take a deep breath to settle the rising anger. You did not notice how long you were stuck in your head and how much time had passed. People were yawning and collecting their empty cans; it was late.

“I’ll grab some water to put out the fire,” you say out loud while the others start to head to their bunks. Grabbing the water jug from behind your seat, you walk to the lake's edge. You squat, setting the jug in the still and cold water. The sound of frogs in the distance keeps you company as the liquid spills into the container. The water fills to the brim, so you tip the jug to dump some back into the lake. The sound of footsteps behind you is masked by the sound of the water dribbling into the body of water before you.

You stand startled as you feel a presence behind you, heart hammering in your chest and turn only to find Jeongguk stalking towards you with long strides. Glancing past his shoulder, you realize everyone has left, and it is just you and him. Well shit, there goes avoiding him.

His hands reach out, fingers brushing your grip around the handle. “Give it to me. I’ll put the fire out.”

“No. I can do it myself,” you spit, shaking your head and huffing from the exertion. The jug full of lake water takes a lot of effort to carry, the weight of it heavy under your drunken grasp. You swing it into your other hand, switching arms due to the burden. He reaches for it another time. “No, I got it.” You step to the side and continue walking toward the bonfire.

Jeongguk sighs and spins to your retreating figure. Needless to say, you are struggling with the heavy load, but you are being stubborn about it. He takes steps to reach you and extends his hand again. “Just give it to me,” he says as he grabs your hand. The jug slips from your hold as you yank it away from his reach the moment his skin touches yours. It meets the ground with a hard thud, the water pouring out of the container and into the soil.

He meets your irritated scowl. “Can you fuck off?” you bite in his direction. Your shoulders stay tense as you grab hold of the jug again, heading back towards the lake to refill it on his account. Jeongguk rolls his eyes and kicks at the sand beneath his feet. None of this would have happened if you could stop being so stubborn. He was merely trying to help.

He hangs his head while you walk past him, taking a deep breath before turning in your direction to catch up with you. With his hands in his pockets, he strolls by your side as you return to the fire again. “Why are you being like this?” he questions.

You scoff in return, your steps not faltering in the least as you continue to walk with him beside you. “Why am I being like this?” You return his question with one laced with sarcasm, and he has to hold himself from rolling his eyes again, a quick-witted response on the tip of his tongue before you continue. “Honestly, I’m a little upset that you completely blew me off earlier.” You move the jug to the other hand.

He glances at your side profile, baffled by your accusation as if he did not hear you correctly the first time. “Blow you off?” he stammers. His hands come out of his pockets, raised in the air. “How could you expect me to have an answer so quickly after what happened?”

You two reach the bonfire, the flames' gleaming light across your skin as he meets your glare. “I need time to sort it out in my head first. I don’t know what else you want me to say,” he reasons. He has never felt so conflicted before, and now you think he hates you.

“Well, I don’t know. You responded pretty quickly to my kiss and fucked me without any hesitation.” His face reddens at the statement, involuntary jerking in response to your words. “Didn’t think it would be hard to get an answer from you,” you continue.

Before Jeongguk can respond, he follows the rise of your arm as you lift the container above the flames, tipping it over and allowing all the water to spill over the raging fire. The sizzle of the wood increases as the fire goes out before only minor strains of the dying fire are heard. A cloud of smoke surrounds you two briefly, but your eyes never drift from his.

“You and I both know that wasn’t planned,” he says, looking away while the smoke settles. He clears his throat, aware that you continue shooting daggers in his direction. “We were both caught up in the moment.”

The container falls from your grip, the loud impact startling Jeongguk and making him face you again. You stand straight with clenched fists and ask, “So you’re saying you made a mistake and weren’t thinking straight?”

His eyes go wide momentarily. “No. That’s not what I’m saying at all.” Shit. “I’m saying that I need time to sort out my conflicting feelings.” He winces immediately as the words come out of his mouth. Your eyebrows pinch together and the corner of your lips turn down, the pain across your face evident.

Before he can apologize for his poor choice of words, you cut in. “Conflicting?” you look off to the side, hands coming up to fold in front of your chest. “Whatever. Go ahead and take your time to figure out your conflicting feelings. Then get back to me.” Refusing to hear yet another excuse from him, you sidestep him again and make your way to your cabin, accidentally kicking the empty jug in the process.

His choice of words hurt you, and he should not have said it that way. It made it seem like he was not interested in you, but you were making assumptions about him that were incorrect and unfair. Jeongguk steps around the container, nearly tripping over it as he follows behind you again in a rush. “Are you really going to act like a child until then?”

You turn your body to face him, your feet continuing to move backward in the direction of your bunk. “You know what, Jeongguk,” with your hands raised, “yes, I will. I will act like a child until you figure your shit out.” You spin on your heels and climb the porch of the cabin.

He scurries to catch up, taking the steps two at a time. His hand grasps your arm before you can open the cabin screen door, tugging you softly and turning you around. “What do you want from me?” he huffs, hand running through his hair roughly. Despite his curt tone, his eyes are soft, and the wrinkles around his brows pull together in worry.

“I would like for you to be honest with me, Jeongguk. Your actions tell me one thing, but you verbalize something else entirely.” You can hear the way your voice sounds defeated as you utter what has been bothering you since the canoe trip earlier that day. You have to force yourself not to pout, to put on a false bravado while maintaining eye contact with him.

He looks away, face taut and lips tight before replying, “Our relationship isn’t really conventional, is it? We’re not exactly friends. We’re the opposite, honestly.”

Another stab to the heart. Does this boy not know how deep his words cut you? “Then why did you kiss me back there if you hate me so much?” you sneer, the quiver in your voice apparent, unable to hold it in this time. You curse yourself for showing weakness, briefly shaking your head while gazing down at your feet. Damn him and your inability to keep your emotions in check.

“I’m attracted to you, ok?” He almost yells, his voice intensifying as the confession stumbles from his lips. The air hangs heavy around you two, and you witness him tugging at his brown locks in frustration. He breathes, lowering his voice to continue, “But I don't know how I feel beyond that. I'm still trying to figure out my emotions. It’s not every day that I have sex with someone just for the fun of it. I’m not that type of guy,” he explains.

“You're attracted to me?” you whisper. Your fingers reach for the edge of your shirt, grip tight around the fabric. You must have heard him wrong, tricked by an over-active, sleep-deprived, and twisted imagination. You should feel elated to hear such words from him, but it simply makes your stomach sink.

He furrows his brows. “Well yeah. I thought that much was obvious.”

For a fleeting moment, the panic you have been feeling returns to your chest, and you feel utterly bare, as if he could see right through your facade and that he would call you out on it. You scoff, “Yea, because you saw me naked. Why else would you be attracted to someone like me?”

The memory of your previous relationship comes forth, an ex-boyfriend who made you feel worthless and insecure. But before you can fall back into that dark place you fought hard to escape, Jeongguk steps closer, pulling your attention back to the present.

Your back meets the cabin door as you retreat from his approach. “Can you stop playing stupid?” he spews with hot cheeks and nose flaring. His blood is boiling at your foolish response.

He observes how you look down at your feet, struggling to maintain eye contact with him after what you said. Your vulnerability is strange to witness. In his eyes, you are the most fearless and assertive woman he knows, but to have you standing silent in front of him while making self-deprecating comments in jest has him stunned. This is not like you.

He can see it now, see the hurt he has caused you over how he handled what happened earlier that day. He brushed you off too quickly, and now you have conjured all these negative narratives about his behavior. Since you walked away after returning to camp, you have had the entire night to create this false sense of insecurity for which he is responsible.

He did this to you. He pushed you away.

Jeongguk spans the distance, reaching for your face. One palm cradles your cheek while the other grasps your nape, fingers gently threading through your hair. He angles your head to meet his gaze. His heart pumps erratically in his chest while you grab onto him. Your soft fingers curl around his wrist, and you lean into his touch. “Please. Please don’t talk about yourself like that.” His voice is soft in contrast to moments ago. The need to comfort you, to erase the doubt that runs across your features, is the strongest emotion he has felt towards you yet. This frightens him.

The warmth of his mouth finds yours without warning, making you gasp in surprise. Jeongguk’s hold of your face slides down to your hip, pulling you tight against him as you kiss him back with eyes fluttering shut. Since the canoe incident, he has yearned to taste you, a secret he would never admit to you—a secret he has not even admitted to himself until this very second.

Your desire does not go unnoticed by him as your hands reach for his shoulder to bring him closer, urging your body against his and erasing all distance. Your body's heat feels so blissful that his fingers curl deeper into your skin, making you moan against his mouth. That sound, your sweet and breathy moan, goes straight to his dick. He has never felt so hungry for someone the way he is infatuated with you.

He moves to explore deeper into your mouth, tongue darting out to flirt with yours while he presses you further into the door, his hard cock pressing into your body as he leans into you. Your hand wanders into his long hair as you respond desperately to his kiss with a whine, tugging softly. He deeply groans in approval at every swipe of your tongue on his.

He draws your bottom lip between his teeth before pulling away and meeting your forehead with his, stepping back to give you room. Both of your breaths are haggard, chests rising erratically as you two try to regain air in your lungs. Jeongguk opens his eyes to see yours slowly flutter open, lust swimming in the depths of your gaze.

The certainty that you want him just as bad is evident in the way a mix of sighs and whimpers involuntarily spill from your lips when Jeongguk moves to kiss the expanse of your neck, and you arch your head to expose more of your neck to him. His lips trail down to your collarbone to leave wet, open-mouth kisses. “Can I have you again?” he whispers into your skin as he continues to run his lips along your shoulder.

Your hands meet his firm chest, compelling him to step back. A sudden moment of panic washes through him as you push him away. Did he read your signals wrong? But you stun him when your hand grasps the front of his shirt and opens the cabin door behind you. Your pull on him almost knocks him off his feet before he finally follows your steps inside your private bunk.

—

You cannot help but feel your stomach drop while you fixate on how he hastily pulls his sweatpants over his hips. His large hand moves to tie them in place after laying around his ankles during your hook-up in the shed.

Hook-up.

You must remind yourself that this is all this is—this exchange of your bodies and pleasure is not laced with any emotions. At least, that is what you have to keep telling yourself. After another round of sex following the confrontation a few nights ago, you two have been discreetly meeting for sex almost daily. It was not an arrangement per se. It just happened. Nothing would have prepared you for this. For one—his stamina is incredible, and no one told you how hard it would be to have casual sex without it getting messy. You can see yourself falling but do not know how to stop it.

Jeongguk’s muscles strain as he reaches for his shirt on the floor. He pulls it over his head and pats away the collected dust. You are simultaneously putting your skirt back on and fixing your shirt to busy yourself. You feel self-conscious every time, never knowing what to say after all the dirty things he whispers in your ear as he spears you with his cock. These exchanges are becoming more frequent, yet you still have not figured out how to make it less awkward post-sex.

He finds your underwear hooked over the lawnmower's handle, grabs it, and shoves it in his back pocket before you have the chance to ask for it. You look at him in question. “I’m sorry, do you want to wear your panties that were on the dusty lawnmower?” he asks with a slight grin and one eyebrow raised.

A flush creeps across your cheeks. Returning to the movie without anything underneath your skirt while his load slides down your inner thigh makes your face feel impossibly hot. How his eyes twinkle with mischief makes you realize how much he enjoys this. “It’s fine. I can wear it.” You reach your hand out, waiting for him to hand them over.

He shakes his head, that smile never leaving his lips as he grabs your hand and pulls you to him. His head coming down next to yours and his mouth near your ear. “Raise your leg,” he commands, his hot breath fans your neck. You place your hands on either of his shoulders for balance as you do as you are told.

Jeongguk retrieves your underwear from his back pocket. He plucks away a piece of grass and holds them before you, encouraging you to step into them. You raise one leg, slip it through the opening, and then the other. You feel his hands brush your legs as he helps slide the thin fabric up your thighs, over your ass, then securing them around your hips.

His hand cups your cunt suddenly, long fingers fondle your engorged folds, and you immediately let out a whimper at the touch. “You’re dirty in more ways than one now,” he snickers before pulling back with an even bigger smirk. He turns and heads to the shed door, opening it wide so you can pass through first, but you are rooted in place.

You are thankful for the darkness as you feel your face flush.

“Come on. We got to be back before the movie ends,” he reasons, laughing at your shocked state.

Feet finally moving, you walk past him and through the opening. Jeongguk follows shortly after, shutting the door quietly behind him. With light steps, you two head back to the makeshift outdoor movie theater; everyone is still too engrossed in the film to notice your arrival. You sit back in the seat you had abandoned, picking up the blanket that had since fallen on the ground during your absence. Luckily, an intense fight scene is playing, masking the sound of your return.

Jeongguk takes his respective seat just as he catches Taehyung slightly turning his head to make eye contact with him. The corners of his lips rise, a knowing smirk plastered on his face as he raises his eyebrows suggestively. Jeongguk curses under his breath, the tip of his ears turning red in response. He focuses back on the screen before he glances to see if Taehyung is still looking at him.

He catches his gaze again. This time, Taehyung shakes his head with the same smirk and turns back to continue watching the film. He takes a deep breath, embarrassed for getting caught, yet he is thankful that it is Taehyung, of all people. Any other person would give him shit, probably stop the movie and make a scene.

The film ends, and the clean-up crew stays behind to take down and deconstruct the theater. Jeongguk observes you heading back towards the cabins with Yoongi and Seokjin in tow while he waits to help dismantle the screen. If he is honest with himself, he was hoping you would turn around to mouth goodnight or even a wave, but you continue with the guys and head into your bunk for the night.

A tap on his shoulder grabs his attention, and he turns to find Taehyung creeping close. “So, how long has that been going on?” he asks under his breath.

Jeongguk’s fingers tighten around the fabric, visibly wincing in embarrassment. Again, he finds himself in a predicament that he cannot escape. He glances around him, gauging to see if anyone else is listening or paying attention to them. They are all busy packing away the sound system or moving the chairs back into storage.

“It’s nothing serious. We uh,” he looks around and continues under his breath, “We’re sort of just hooking up.”

“Oh?” Taehyung says too loudly. “It’s about damn time.” His hand comes down to pat him on the back, congratulating him.

Jeongguk folds the sheet in his hands, smoothing it down and setting it on the table. He clears the doubt creeping up his throat. “Yea, but it’s not as simple as you think.”

He has been struggling to understand the way he feels about you. These emotions are repeatedly brought up following your hook-ups; after it is all said and done, he wants more. But that is just it—more of what?

“Hmm,” Taehyung looks beyond the cabins and into the woods, “Do you want to go to our spot and talk about it?”

The tension in his body releases at his words. What a relief it would be to talk to someone about how he has been feeling. Immediately he takes him up on his offer, nodding in response. Taehyung jerked his head toward the direction of a large boulder at the edge of the lake that had become their designated spot. Abandoning his task, Jeongguk follows behind his friend.

The boys take the small dirt path through the woods, a testimony to how frequently they have visited this site over the years. Taehyung walks ahead and reaches the boulder first, climbing up the side. Jeongguk mirrors his actions and sits perched at the top, facing the expanse of the lake with Taehyung right beside him. The camp is no longer in view, the light of every cabin dims between the trees, and they are secluded.

Jeongguk sighs, his hand coming up to ruffle the hairs on the back of his head while he sits crossed-legged. “I’m assuming you know what happened during the canoeing trip four days ago?” He peers over to Taehyung, thankful that the sun has settled, and he cannot see his face flush with humiliation.

Taehyung laughs, leaning on his hands as he throws his head back in amusement. “Of course I do. That’s all everyone talked about for the next day or two.”

“Great.” He rolls his eyes. Of course, the whole damn group would know about it. Hoseok and his big mouth. He should not be surprised at how quickly the news had spread among the camp counselors. Nothing is kept secret for long.

“Yeah. Namjoon had informed us of his plan to put you two together that morning.” Jeongguk’s head snaps to gape at his friend. “We knew something, good or bad, was bound to happen.”

This was a complete setup. The boys went behind his back and planned this whole thing without telling him. “You couldn’t have warned me?” He looks at Taehyung intrusively and shakes his head as his friend laughs. “Whatever dude. Thanks for the heads up.”

“You never would have agreed to it in the first place. Of course, it had to be kept a secret.” Taehyung sits up. “But hey, looks like it worked out in the end. No?”

Jeongguk stays silent, mewling over the rhetorical question. He cannot deny that things have been going well since then in terms of extracurricular activities.

“Do you regret it?”

He picks up a lone branch off the boulder's surface as he considers the question. The atmosphere around the two is getting more serious now that they’re talking about feelings and all, something Jeongguk has a hard time with. He twirls the branch in his hand as he responds, “No, but it’s more of what happened after that caught me off guard.”

His shoulders slump forward while Taehyung stays quiet, waiting for him to continue wordlessly. He has always been a great listener and never pushes the conversation, which he appreciates.

“Well, first and foremost, she apologized to me. But it was what she said after we got back,” he sighs, glancing at Taehyung before gazing back at the lake. “She asked me where we go from there. About us,” the branch in his grasp snapped in two, “and I didn’t have an answer for her.”

“You left her hanging?”

Jeongguk throws the broken branch into the lake, watching as the ripples race across the surface. “I asked her to give me time because I’m not—or at least I wasn’t entirely over the bullshit she’s pulled on me for the past couple of years. It’s difficult to overcome my hatred for the stuff she put me through. But I’ve come to terms with the fact that I’m attracted to her, that I like the feel of her lips on mine.”

Sounds of crickets, frogs, and the occasional fish breaking the surface, fill the silence as he processes that last sentence. The hairs on his arms involuntarily stand on end as he ruminates about your kiss, how soft and delicate they were. However, he cannot help but feel an unsettling churn in the pit of his stomach.

“The only time we spend together alone is when we're fucking. We sort of agreed to this arrangement in the meantime.” Jeongguk shrugs. “We both have admitted being attracted to one another, and it’s been nice and all, but–”

“To be honest, it sounds like you're leading her on though,” Taehyung cuts in, picking up a small rock and toying with it in his hands.

Jeongguk sighed deeply at the thought. “Yeah, I'm realizing that now. I'm starting to feel like I want more,” he admits aloud, speaking this truth for the first time. He has been struggling with this idea for the past few days. The more time he spends with you, albeit it is typically all physical, he finds himself looking forward to the next time you two get to be alone. This time, not only for pleasure.

However, an inkling of doubt still passes through his mind when he considers what a relationship with you would be like. “I’ve never dealt with someone like her before. Someone who would challenge me. I’m used to people being fake nice to me, using me for my status. To have this girl, who doesn't know me or my upbringing, challenge me in every aspect—it intimidated me, to be honest.” He places his head in his palms. “God, I could never let anyone know about that. People would think I'm weak.”

“No, it doesn't mean you're weak at all. She is intimidating.” Taehyung laughs. “She’s a strong woman, and I think that allures you. It’s what attracts you to her.”

He raises his head, hands passing through his hair before bringing them into his lap and relaxing his shoulders. “Yeah, you can say that.”

Again things go quiet around them, while an owl in the distance hoots in the middle of its nightly routine, Jeongguk ponders on that notion. Perhaps Taehyung is right. Independence and assertiveness are qualities he admires in you. However, it was not like that before. He felt replaced when you first stepped into the picture, and he struggled with his jealousy over the attention and responsibility you took away from him.

Taehyung throws the rock he has been playing with into the lake, inevitably breaking the silence. “You should talk to her soon. Especially before the kids arrive on Sunday.”

“Yeah, I will.” He needs to resolve this problem soon. Things would only get messy once the kids arrived.

Taehyung turns to look at him, meeting his eyes with sincerity. “While we can’t control what memories stick with us or not, we can control what we choose to focus on,” he begins, “We can choose to focus and ruminate about past wrongs committed against us, or we can move on from it and make new memories.”

Jeongguk slowly nods, taking it in. He brings his knees to his chest and looks out onto the lake while Taehyung’s words repeatedly play in his mind.

Taehyung rises, wiping the dirt from his rear and stretching his arms over his head. “Let’s head back?”

Jeongguk looks up at him and motions a hand up to him. Taehyung grips his hands and helps him onto his feet. The pair climb down the rock, taking the same path back to the campsite.

—

Jeongguk finds himself alone in the same spot the following evening, on top of the boulder and eyes fixated out onto the lake as he sits with his thoughts. The sun has long since gone down, and the moon is a tad brighter than yesterday, glistening on the lake’s calm surface.

The counselors had called it a night after an exhaustive hiking trip earlier in the day, and he was the last to get out of the shower. He had made his way to his own cabin to follow suit, but Taehyung’s words rang through his head the entire time he lay in silence, and he felt restless, unable to sleep. He had slipped out of his bunk after tossing and turning for over half an hour before he reluctantly got up to get fresh air.

Jeongguk’s gaze would meet your figure as he observed you throughout the hike. He saw how you interacted with others, in awe of how social and outgoing you are. You get along with everyone around you, this he has always known, but he has been more attentive lately. His stomach fluttered when you approached him and wordlessly shared your trail mix with him; the smile on your face when he accepted your offer made his ears hot.

The small action affected him tremendously, and he has not stopped thinking about it since. He is finding that these types of gestures are easy to appreciate coming from you and that it is not difficult to push aside the past resentment he had harbored for years.

He has often caught himself thinking of the possibilities of your friendship had he not been so envious of you. Many ‘what ifs’ have plagued his mind since last night’s conversation.

Taehyung is correct; making new memories is far more effective than continuing to mull over the past.

The rock beneath him begins to feel uncomfortable as he has been sitting out here for some time and not realizing how late it has become. He contemplates heading back and trying to sleep, but the sound of someone setting a canoe in the water catches his attention. From his position on the boulder, Jeongguk can see the camp’s dock extending far into the lake and witness someone climbing in there.

The person begins to paddle to the center, the movement creating ripples along the water’s surface. Who would be out here this late?

Jeongguk stands, stretching from his stiff position, and begins to head back to try and catch some sleep. Whoever that is must want some time alone, and he does not want to intrude. He clears the woods after walking the path back to camp and glances one more time out to the lake to observe the figure in the canoe.

The moon’s light illuminates your figure; he can see your face more clearly from where he stands now. He stops in his tracks. What are you doing out there? He thought he saw you head to bed after he got out of the shower and that everyone was sleeping by this time.

Curious to know what you are up to, he takes light footsteps towards the dock, where several empty canoes lay anchored in the water. The opportunity to discuss the chaos in his mind, the ones he started to unpack with Tae the night before, presents itself at this moment.

You sit idle in the middle of the lake, a place of isolation and room to think. The temperature is warmer than expected; you expected the air to be crisp without the nightly bonfire. Removing your sweatshirt to get more comfortable, you move to sit in the hull of the canoe and use the piece of clothing as a pillow while you lay back to admire the night sky and mull over the current status of your relationship with Jeongguk.

Relationship? It is nothing close to what you would consider a relationship, more like a nonverbal understanding between two people who cannot openly communicate their real feelings. You know this, and you have acknowledged it, but juggling your emotions around him is becoming exhausting. With every touch of his lips on your skin and the roam of his fingers along your curves, you are falling deeper and deeper into something beyond lust.

Yet, you have never felt so lonely, ironically enough, because he may not feel the same way. It is simply an exchange of pleasure; he probably enjoys getting his dick wet and does not want anything beyond a physical relationship. He never gets too intimate, there is little to no kissing between you, and he never spends the night. An unsettling feeling always drops in the pit of your stomach every time he starts to fasten his pants back on. His boundaries are clearly set without having to be voiced.

Jeongguk’s demeanor changes around others. He typically stays on the opposite end of any group activity, as if he is trying to put the most distance between your bodies when around the counselors. He never sits beside you, walks beside you, and avoids talking to you directly. The limited interaction in a public setting is a big contrast to when you are alone. He is all over you, engulfing you in his stature, and you have his complete and undivided attention.

Sex. That is all it is to him.

It sucks. You want more, and it is starting to hurt whenever you get together, but you cannot seem to stop taking the opportunity to have him at every chance. You do not know how much longer you can take this exchange before you regret ever giving yourself to him, waiting on the day he admits not wanting anything more beyond the hook-up.

“Hey.”

Frightened by the sudden voice, the canoe rocks beneath you as you jolt and sit up, startled. “Holy shit,” you almost scream. You meet eyes with Jeongguk’s familiar, nearly obsidian ones. His lips' ends are curled into a soft smile, suppressing a laugh.

His attempt is futile as he lets out a breathy chuckle. “Sorry for startling you.”

Gripping the edges of the canoe, you pull yourself up from the hull and onto the seat as you collect yourself, trying not to outwardly cringe at your obnoxious screech. The blush across your cheeks feels hot while you glance at Jeongguk, only to see him rotating his boat to sit parallel to yours. He sits opposite you, both on either end of your respective canoes, facing one another in the middle of the lake alone. The moon is high in the sky now, signifying how late it is.

“I wasn’t expecting someone else to be in the middle of the lake at a time like this.” You tuck some hair behind your ear, trying to settle the frantic heartbeat in your chest.

Jeongguk places his paddle down before turning his attention back to you. “I saw you paddling out here by yourself. I thought I’d leave you alone for a bit before coming to interrupt.”

“What are you doing outside your bunk so late at night?” you ask.

He shrugs. “Same as you. Thinking. Clearing my head.” Jeongguk pushes a sigh past his lips, a hand running through his hair.

You nod, looking down at your hands and picking at your cuticles while a silent pause settles between you two. Everything around you goes quiet except for the occasional sounds of frogs croaking in the distance. You wonder what he means by clearing his head and why he seems troubled by it. Is he tired of you yet? The topic of his ‘conflicting feelings’ clouds your mind.

“I think it’s time we talk about us,” he says, breaking the heavy silence.

And there it is.

Your eyes immediately move to him in shock, but you quickly divert your attention to the woods behind him, not able to look him in the eyes. With no audible response, you nod for him to continue while you clutch your sweaty hands.

“I want you to know that I don’t regret that day.” he pauses, a blush creeping on his face. “You know, the day out on the river.”

The hazy fog of your first hook-up briefly passes through the front of your mind; now you are also blushing. Your flitting gaze shifts to your hands, the lake around you, and the camp close to shore—you are looking everywhere but at him.

“And all the times we’ve been together since,” he rushes out his words as if reassuring you.

Your ears feel like they are on fire; you want the world to swallow you at this very moment.

Jeongguk coughs, clearing his throat before drawing a breath that releases the tangled knot of words in his heart. “But more importantly, I want you to know I’ve forgiven you. Forgiven you for all the bullshit.”

Your head jerks in his direction. “I—” you start and stop suddenly as he raises his hand to halt your train of thought.

“You don’t need to explain yourself. You’ve already apologized, and I heard the sincerity in your voice. I’m ready to move past it all,” he explains. “I also acted like an ass towards you, and again I apologize for it.”

“I know. I don’t blame you.”

The relief you feel, you feel like a heavy weight has been lifted off your shoulders.

“Can I ask you something?” you question. He nods, motioning you to continue. “That night last year, when it was just the two of us. Do you remember?”

He nods again. “The last night of camp.”

“Yea.” You pause and look away. Maybe you should not bring this up. Perhaps you are reading too much into it. Your mouth feels dry, and the fluttering feeling in your stomach builds as you contemplate the following few words. You return your gaze to him to see him watching you intently, hanging onto your every word. “Why did you let me in? Telling me about your home life, family, and so-called friends. You hated me, yet you opened up that night.”

Jeongguk regards you solemnly as you go back to fiddling with your fingers. That kind of hurt, being reminded how he openly hated you. “Because I overheard you complaining about your mom earlier that night. I empathize with you.”

That night was when he realized that you’re just a regular person. Beyond his hatred, he could see that you also hurt.

“Oh.”

Jeongguk explains further, “I know what it’s like to have unrealistic expectations put on your shoulders, and I thought it could comfort you knowing you’re not alone.”

With your arms cradling your midsection, you look down at your feet. “And it was comforting. You were comforting that night.”

Your mind immediately goes back to that moment your gazes met while talking. That was the first time his eyes were not full of hatred or anger; they were soft and relaxed. He spent the entire summer sending you scornful looks and scrutinizing your every move, but at that moment—the end of camp—you finally saw him like other people did.

The following few words leave your lips without much thought while you lift your gaze back to his face. “If we’re being honest, I wanted to kiss you then,” you tell him, looking down at his lips quickly and then back to his eyes.

“Yeah, I know.” Jeongguk mirrors your actions and peers down to your lips, ones he has become obsessed with lately. They pinch together in haste while your brows crease together in confusion.

“You knew? What—”

“Because I wanted to too. I just didn’t have the balls to actually do it.” He sees the ends of your lips lift, then he realizes what he said. Poor choice of words on his part. “Shut up.” Jeongguk chuckles.

The curve of your smile rests in a straight line after a few moments of shared laughs. With a small voice, you tell him, “I wouldn’t have guessed with the way you greeted me when I arrived at camp.” You look away for a moment, out onto the lake, before you continue, “I thought perhaps we could have reconnected, but you were so quick to insult me that I thought that night meant nothing to you. That what we shared meant noth—”

The words fail to leave your mouth when he grips the edge of your canoe to pull you forward, dragging you closer to him. Your body jolts, but he grabs your hand to balance you.

“I’m sorry for my brash response to you that day. It was extremely immature of me.” He was trading insults with you not long ago, going at each other with no remorse or sympathy. Now he is holding your hand, thumb gently sweeping along your knuckles. “Isn’t it strange to think that just a while back, we were always fighting?” he asks.

“Like cats and dogs”, you quip, “I didn’t ever think we’d be here like this.” You brush your hair off your shoulders and sit up straighter. He can see your mind running, overthinking like you always do. “Where do we go from here?” you whisper.

This moment feels like déjà vu, bringing him back to the day of the canoe trip. This time, he will not leave you hanging as he did.

“Come.”

Jeongguk grips your hands, drawing you to get up as you shakily stand in your canoe, moving one leg at a time to climb over into his. He lets go of one hand to grab your hips, never dropping your hand as he helps you over by carefully pulling you forward, grip tightening as both your feet land steadily in front of him.

Effortlessly he brings you towards him, craving to have you near. Hands moving down from your hip to the back of your thighs to pull you onto his lap. Once again, he finds you straddling him in a canoe. The hairs on his arms stand on end as you snake your arms around his neck for balance. Your fingers feel cold to the touch, making him shiver in your embrace.

Your body is close but he pulls you closer with his hands on your lower back, fingers moving under your shirt to feel your soft skin. The bit of light shining from the bright moon allows him to gaze into your eyes. The silence is comfortable as the abandoned canoe slowly starts to drift away.

Taeyhyung’s words echo in his mind. Leading you on was never his intention, and he only realizes now that he was doing precisely that. All along, he has been thinking about himself and how he may not be ready for a relationship in his final year of school. His life responsibilities will only grow after graduation. Being in a relationship was at the bottom of the list. The next few years are already mapped out for him by his parents; adding a girlfriend onto that would only serve as a distraction.

But everything changed in a span of days. His routine summer camp job did not start like any other ordinary summer; things were different this time. His priorities have been slightly altered after that incident on the riverbank a few days ago. The idea of a relationship is not so bad anymore.

At this very moment, while your warm breath fans across his face, Jeongguk has arrived at the conclusion that he has come to develop feelings for you—that much he is sure about now. He lifts his hand, fingertips brushing against your skin as he sweeps back a strand of hair behind your ear. Maybe whatever he feels is not seasonal; perhaps he wants to have you this close beyond the few weeks of camp.

You feel butterflies fluttering in your stomach the moment he clears his throat. You have been anxiously sitting in his lap for some time with nothing but crickets in the distance, waiting for him to say something as you were too nervous to speak up.

He is playing with the hem of your shirt, diverting his gaze. “I don’t know what the future holds once camp is over,” he begins, “but for the time being, I would like to be with you.”

A wave of euphoria overcomes your body in an instant. Your heart hammers in your chest while your breath hitches in your throat. This time you heard him loud and clear.

“And I don’t mean just sex. I want to actually get to know you better. Like your favorite color, or what type of music you listen to, or where you—”

You cut Jeongguk’s rambling short by reaching for his face. Cool palms against his warm cheeks to pull his jaw upward, so he faces you, eye to eye. The feeling of his hands shaking against your lower back is obvious, he is nervous. “I would like that too,” you say.

Your hands drop to his shoulders now that you have his full attention. He looks like a deer caught in headlights, eyes big and full while he takes in what you said. You take your time to run your fingertips against his skin, up his forehand, playing with the baby hairs along his hairline.

Jeongguk’s hand clutches your wrist, halting your movement. He leans in and captures your lips. You have never kissed him like this before, soft and gentle. You melt into his embrace.

He pulls away, “Also, I’m sorry for being so possessive over you yesterday. I shouldn’t be claiming your pussy—”

“Jeongguk.” You throw your head back, a loud laugh escaping your lungs.

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The screen door shrieks as Jeongguk nudges it open. He steps out of your cabin, closing the door behind him while you sleep soundly in your bunk, wrapped under your cozy blankets. It has only been a few hours since you two went to bed, but he wanted to leave your cabin before anyone else woke up.

That idea quickly goes down the drain the moment his feet land on the steps, and he hears the sound of someone whistling from afar. Looking up, he glances at the picnic table across the row of cabins. The rest of the group is already up and eating breakfast together, all huddling and scarfing down food, but their attention has strayed from the meals in front of them and to Jeongguk striding out of your cabin.

He makes his way over, shyly walking with his head down and face hot as they continue to holler suggestive comments. The tips of his ears turned hot with every step.

“We all know you’ve been fucking for the past few days. Yall aren’t as sneaky as you think,” Yoongi says. Hoseok snickers and reaches over the table to high-five him as Jeongguk shakes his head and sits on the bench across from Taehyung.

Namjoon slams his cup of orange juice on the table and points directly at him, trying to suppress the ends of his lips from curling. “Once the kids come on Sunday, you two need to be more discreet about your rendezvous.”

Jeongguk rolls his eyes, grunting and leaning over the table with his arms crossed and head down. This could not possibly get more humiliating. But it does as the group continues with the smart-ass remarks and taunting behavior for the next few minutes.

The chatter around him dies down. With full stomachs and chores to do, the camper counselors get up to start their day, leaving Taehyung and him alone at the table. He peers up to see Taehyung come closer, elbows on the table and leaning forward with one eyebrow raised and a smirk etched on his face.

“I see the talk went well.”

He coughs, pulling at the collar of his shirt with his face and neck feeling incredibly warm. It is hard stopping the corners of his mouth from rising, a smile that he cannot hold back. Yeah, he could say the talk went well—really well, but he’s keeping those details to himself.

Their heads snap in the direction of your cabin at the sound of the door swinging open and then slamming back shut. You take the steps down quickly, feet meeting the ground before you look over to them and meet eyes with him, a small smile appearing on your face as you head towards the dining hall for breakfast.

Jeongguk finally responds to Taehyung's observation, his gaze never dropping from yours. “We’re going to take the summer to get to know each other.”

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adarkandmagicalforest · 3 months ago

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an irritation part 8

ship: otto hightower/original female character (aella targaryen)

chapter warnings: rough oral sex (male receiving), religious idolatry, prayer

Next: Part Nine, Epilogue

Oldtown was like one large sept.

Seven-pointed stars and statues of the seven seemed to be everywhere she looked. When Lord Hobert Hightower, Otto's elder brother (who looked so similar to a weasel that it had actually made her lover look astoundingly handsome in comparison) had escorted them within the high tower itself, Aella couldn't help the wry look she shot to the Lord Hand as they passed the many carved idols to the Seven that decorated its walls. The entire place was alight with thousands of candles too, similar to the Sept in Kings Landing, their thousands of flames flickering from the floors and window ledges, the wax dripping onto the stone floor and over the rivers of existing wax that none had bothered to clean up.

The candles, she actually rather liked. The way the fires glowed against the diamond patterned windows and cast high shadows on the ceilings was mesmerizing, and the heat that came from them within these cool walls felt soothing as Aella danced her fingertips across them.

"Supper will be at dusk," Lord Hobert then said informatively, after his long-winded talk that he'd begun after their grand entrance at the bottom of the Tower. She of course, hadn't really been listening. Nor had the rest of her family, it seemed. The Lord of the High Tower appeared to have realized this, though his mouth was much thinner now. "Your chambers are prepared, and our servants have already brought your things up for you - unless," he paused, making quick eye contact with Otto, so obvious though she could tell he hadn't meant to be. "We are to be expecting another?"

In this, Viserys spoke, somewhat beleaguered. "I have sent men out to summon my brother from wherever he may be within your city, Lord Hightower. Not to worry. He knows not to cause such mischief outside of the streets of Kings Landing."

Lies. But they were lies Lord Hobert ate without protest before they were all escorted to chambers.

Daemon was going to cause some drama, as he always did.

What worried her now was what kind of drama.

Aella had never worried about what chaos Daemon would cause - so often, she was in the middle of it as well, his mirror and shadow, assisting in some, spearheading others. It was what had gained the two of them the notoriety and disdain of Otto Hightower for so very long.

It was unsettling now to not know - to not understand what he had planned.

A bath was waiting for her in the chambers when she finally stepped inside them - the maids, dressed all like some sort of Septa, each bowed to her as they finished their work.

"The Lord Hand said you would wish to wash before supper, Princess." The oldest one explained with a short nod of her head as the last of the hot pails of water filled the large copper tub. It was steaming with fragrance, like spiced ginger, cinnamon, jasmines and wild vanilla, while of the steaming water was floating with dried rose buds.

Aella dipped her fingertips in the water. Almost scalding. It made her fingertips go pink just from touching it for a few seconds.

"Would you be needing assistance with your hair, my lady?"

"No." She said shortly, reaching for the ties of her riding clothes without delay. "You may go."

The maids finished their work and left without dally, leaving her free to rid herself of her clothing and sink into the hot bath without delay.

The water was so hot that it relaxed her like a cup of mulled wine as soon as she sank inside of it. And it was there, leaning her head against the rim of her bathtub, drawing light designs on the top of her thigh with a warm contentment, that Aella thought it didn't matter what Daemon had planned for that evening. Let Daemon do as he wishes, she thought as she rose her wrist slowly out of the water, keeping a rosebud floating on the back of her hand, the feeling of it like the most gallant of kisses. As long as I am able to continue as I am. And if he irritates me horribly, then I will be chaining myself to Otto's bed.

/~/

Supper in the High Tower's great Hall was a return to childhood.

It had been many years since his House had housed a visiting King, and his brother Hobert had seemed to pull out every piece of elegant finery they had access to within the Tower.

Gold candlesticks from Queen Alysanne's time, finely embroidered tablecloths with silk threads from Yi Ti, and one of the greatest bounties of fresh spring fruits and vegetables from all over the Reach. Strings of blown glass balls with lit oils within them glowed over their table, while ropes of ivory wisteria on dark green vines drooped down to kiss at the cornucopia of grapes and spring cherries. Musicians and singers had been stationed in the corner to fill their dinner with noise, their harps and lyres sending their notes dancing through the hall.

Though, Otto thought as his gaze became far more trained on the entrance of his princess, each display of finery his brother had brought to impress had all paled in comparison to Aella Targaryen as she entered into the dining hall - ten minutes late, as she usually was.

Her hair was worn in loose waves, intimate and smelling of jasmine and ginger. Her lilac eyes were subdued and calm, and her presence was as it should be - confident, pleased and mischievous. The ivory silks she wore danced around her ankles as she stepped to Viserys where he sat at the head of the table, taking a moment to kiss him on his freshly shaved cheek before taking her seat.

Otto had re-arranged the seating before his brother could complain. He'd switched his princess' seat with his brother's wife, Lynesse's, so that Aella would instead be seated directly across from him. None had appeared to notice that this was changed - none, that is, except for Queen Aemma, who'd looked at him from the corner of her eye when the princess had lowered herself into the walnut chair.

"As you've all arrived at a later hour, we've prepared a days long feast for you all tomorrow, after morning prayers. That is when dear Gwayne will be arriving from the Citadel." Lynesse explained as the lights were lowered and she clasped her hands together over her empty plate, signalling the desire to bless the meal.

Aella looked at him over the glowing candles. Her lilac eyes were half lowered and mocking, the corner of her lips were curled in a smirk and her ivory skin kissed by the flickering candlelight made any image of the maiden pale in comparison. How could any worship a piece of stone as a goddess when the one in front of him, crafted from fire and a rider of an ancient beast tied to her by blood, was sat in front of him? And... with her foot traveling up to rub against his calf, no less? There was no prince, prophet nor priest as blessed as he was, to be the object of her desire.

Even if it was at such a damnably horrid time of her to choose.

Otto clasped his hands in front of him and pointedly shut his eyes for prayer, attempting to ignore the small, wandering stocking covered foot that was currently exploring the inside of his thigh.

Devilish thing. Even now, during the lengthy prayer to each of the Seven, seated with their families within his ancestral home, Aella could not help herself - he didn't know why her lack of respect surprised him. Perhaps it was simply because she was always so keen on surprising him regardless.

" - and blessed be the Stranger, who upon our final sleep, should carry us peacefully from our beds, and bring our new beginnings." Lynesse finished, finally breaking the trance and beginning the dinner properly.

To his relief (and disappointment) his lovers foot retreated just as supper was placed on the table, though Otto knew better than to believe her mischief was done with.

Supper was served. Through the soup course, a thin, green soup full of herbs, Aella hummed.

She was not a very musical girl and currently her humming was of a higher tone than her usual register.

Otto mistrusted it immediately.

When the salad course was laid out, with frilly lettuce, cuts of white cherries and crumbled with goat cheese, the princess sighed with satisfaction, in a way he'd heard most frequently when he was deep inside of her. He was convinced every person at that table could hear it as keenly as he could, until he'd darted his eyes at the other dinner guests.

But none of them were paying any attention - only he was as focused on Aella enough that every little noise she made drew his gaze.

The wine, she savored.

The piecrust, she sucked the crumbs off her fingers.

It was to his relief that Aella was finally drawn into conversation with the King, so that he could finally begin tasting the food he'd been silently eating. He'd relaxed, marginally, to sip from his wine goblet. He'd barely managed to taste the hint of raspberry in the Highgarden blush before the sensation of a foot pressed between his thighs, sending the wine splashing into his mashed potatoes.

And the look she gave him. Openly instigating, openly daring and deadly. What man could survive her? What man could resist her? From the long curls of her lowered lashes over such otherworldly pale purple eyes, and the risen smirk on her coy lips. It was a look that said so clearly, 'Too much heat, my Lord?' All the while her foot ran up and down his leg.

If he were a weaker man, he would've stood from that very table, grabbed her by her loose hair and thrown her over the table and mounted her for the whole table to see.

"Am I to understand that I'll be calling you niece sometime soon, Princess?" Hobert's voice broke through his increasingly more dangerous thoughts, drawing attention to himself as he addressed Aella. The question made Otto itch, and he wiped his hands clean of the wine that he'd spilled to distract himself.

The princess looked unperturbed at the question, despite it all. Her narrow shoulders shrugged, and with an elegant hand, she reached up and pushed back her silky white blonde hair as she responded coolly, "I'm sorry to inform you that you're rather off-base my Lord. I've made no such acceptance to any man's proposal for me now. Nor will I."

"What do you mean, aunt?" Rhaenyra questioned from across the table, a look of intrigue in her eyes.

This was Otto's own instruction - to deny any proposal from his son. But to any man? This was new, this was not discussed. But Viserys was not scolding her, not instructing her otherwise. The Hand looked between King and Princess, and was shocked to find calm acceptance in the Lord of all Seven Kingdoms.

Viserys had agreed to allow her to be unmarried? No - an unmarried woman, a Targaryen, a dragonrider, was a person so valuable that letting her live unmarried would've been a waste. And yet somehow, it was the truth that her brother agreed to.

"Hatchling, have you not heard yet?" Aella asked, glancing back to Viserys, who did not look surprised but also did not seem like he wished her to speak on it. To his own surprise however, she obeyed the silent command of her brother. "The next Targaryen wedding shall be yours, my love. You'll just need to pick from the noble houses, then we'll have them duel, and then - "

The little princess took a roll of bread from her plate and threw it across the table at Aella, which missed her, instead knocking over a pitcher of water.

"No throwing food, girls!" Viserys said, though it was hardly a proper order, as he was still grinning as he scolded them.

They each didn't seem all that bothered by the scolding either - even Alicent, urged on by both Targaryen princesses, giggled into her hands at their silliness, which pleased his princess as she immediately began encouraging his daughter to join in ruining supper.

Otto hadn't seen Alicent smile so much since Alerie's passing.

She would make a fine mother.

When dinner was finished, tail-ended by a fine blood orange cake with a thick layer of icing sugar, his lover spoke up again, as innocent and soft as a maiden.

"Lady Hightower," Aella began. "Might you tell me how to enter the Sept from here? I'd like to make a few prayers before I rest for the night."

Lynesse had beamed with smug satisfaction, as if it was from her blessing over dinner that had turned the dragon princesses' foreign and strange ways, and immediately done so, explaining the exact directions on how to find the Sept below them. From the gilded window of the Warrior, turn left. At the right of the basin of blessed oils, enter the double doors.

They were fine directions - and Otto followed them some twenty minutes after they all disbanded, a future for himself, lovelier than any he had ever once hoped for, on his mind.

/~/

Aella never prayed, but the act of getting on her knees before the pillars of the Seven was arousing enough to keep her in place, lighting the little fires of the many candles.

The Sept here was different than Kings Landing's. There, a large circle of stone stood in the center of the room, where all of the statues looked on. Here, there was a large marble slab in front of the chosen facet, with it's own prayer candles. She chose the Father, a man with a neater beard and who held in his hands not a sword as the Warrior did, but a set of measuring scales. The inscription on his pillar read, 'The Father, he who divines justice and beholds his protection over all of his children.'

She knelt before it, placing her knees down on the marble below - only to pause. Aella reached her hand beneath her skirts, rubbing her fingers against the stone floor, feeling it. It was like someone had scattered rice there, embedded in the rock. Made purposely rough so that whoever sat to kneel did not do so without punishment. Hightowers.

It took a lot to not to allow her hand to wander up to her aching core between her legs at the rough sensation below her knees. She'd wait, she though with heady impatience, instead reaching forward and plucking a long piece of yew from the altar. She lit the end with one of the candles, and set a new wick aflame. It's hiss was the only sound in the whole of the Sept.

Until the sound of boots stepped over the marble.

Aella clasped her hands tighter in front of her, shutting her eyes as she listened to the steps come closer. Step, step, step. Closer every time.

Still, she 'prayed.'

Until the steps ceased, inches from her kneeling body.

"Why the Father?" Otto asked her, low.

"I like his beard." Aella said simply.

She could feel then the sensation of his leather boots against her silken skirts. He'd stepped over her kneeling form, his legs on either side of hers. The Hand's neat fingers then touched the back of her neck, drawing along the slope of her throat and then down to her narrow shoulders.

"Do you even know your prayers, princess?" His words were heady.

"Not even one."

At her rather pleased proclamation, Otto pinched the back of her neck hard, as if she was a kitten rather than a dragon. The pain was sharp and exciting, forcing a gasp from her lips as the Lord held nothing back as he punished her for her cheek.

"I know a better prayer than to the Seven, Otto," Aella said then, resisting the urge to put her hand beneath her skirts. Her cunt was hot and weeping, pushing her to touch herself - but she couldn't yet, she wanted this first.

The Hand's hand grasped at the front of her neck, his thumb stroking her softly. His hand was warm and just tight enough that if she swallowed, he could feel the muscles in her throat move. If he tightened his grip, he could steal her breath away.

"And what prayer is this?" He asked darkly.

The princess twisted away from the statue of one Father to another, casting her lilac eyes up at him slowly, hungrily, devouring all she saw.

The Lord Hand was somehow more delicious looking after this trip through the countryside and to the castle where he was sired. He was tall, so much taller than she was, towering over her even when she stood on her highest of tiptoes. His legs were long and sturdy, his waist narrow and his shoulders were broad and stronger than someone could expect of a politicking Hightower. And, she thought as she leaned herself forward to rest her chin on the top of his thigh, after a whole evening spent being forced to look his chinless brother in the face, he was looking all the more good-looking to her.

His beard was now neat and now far more nicely tidied by his barber. His hair was longer and formed loose curls that he'd swept back out of his face. Once, Otto had looked so plain to her. With a boring nose, boring eyes, boring face, which only served to become interesting when she successfully pushed him into outrage. Now, his dark oak-colored eyes were intense and sweltering, his features even and distinguished.

Aella lowered her eyes, soft as a sweet kitten, and reached for the laces on his breeches, pulling the ties loose in a purposely sloppy manner.

The Hand's breath hitched as he watched her pet his cock through the fabric, his dark eyes becoming touched with desire and something softer. The same look he'd given her when she'd woken in his arms in Cider Hall. The same he'd given her when she'd woven poppies in his little daughter's hair.

The dragon princess pulled his cock from the breeches, it's long, familiar heat welcoming in her palm.

"This is no prayer." Otto breathed to her, yet not stopping her. His hands ghosted over her hair, only the tips of his fingers moving along her loose white-blonde waves, as if by touching her it would break some spell between them. Some magicks, from her blood or his fire, existed in their air, between the connection of lilac and oak brown. Magicks that would dissipate the moment another looked upon them, as delicate as spun glass.

"Not to you," Aella countered, stroking him until the dark pink tip of his cock was weeping. "I have a more intimate relationship with prayer than you do." It was tempting like this, long and thick and as smooth as the silks she was draped in. She didn't typically enjoy a cock in her mouth - it was usually too much work and she was far too impatient to have to focus on not choking while sucking and bobbing her head all the while receiving no pleasure of her own.

But here, in a Sept, with his seven carved marble gods watching them?

She couldn't help herself.

"Fuck..." Otto groaned when she finally drew the tip of his cock into her mouth. The pale bead there was salty and unpleasant, but she liked the sound of him, so she rocked herself up further onto her knees, gripping his leg as leverage so she could take more of him in her throat. This served to cause an deep moan to emit from the Hand, who already looked overwhelmed and oh so hungry.

How could she not keep going when he was looking like this?

Aella swallowed back when her lips wrapped around the base of his cock, the heaviness of his cock in her throat making her want to wince. She began bobbing her head, her hair falling in the way of her face as she began rocking herself up and down on her knees, the coarse sensation of the pebbled marble beneath her causing a whimper to escape from her.

Finally, Otto touched her at the sound - his neat hands darted to her loose hair, gathering up her ivory curls until it was all in his fists, out of the way of her face, clearly misunderstanding the noise.

She gripped at his legs tighter, grunting as she began moving faster. Her legs were starting to tire from the way she was moving and tears were beginning to bead up in her eyes.

It was no use though, he didn't taste like he was close to coming. But Aella couldn't wait that long, she was too wet and aching to wait. She delved her hand from his leg to her cunt, shoving her silks out of the way so she could swipe desperately at her soaking folds. Pleasure twisted at her, need demanding more and more, but her hand wouldn't be enough at this rate.

And then suddenly the hands in her hair became as punishing as steel - before she began getting fucked.

All bobbing of her head and sucking of his cock was ceased immediately as her lover took her every action from her. His grip was tight on her hair, and his other hand reached for the side of her face, so she couldn't back away while he began thrusting himself hard and fast down her throat. Otto took no care for her comfort, her squirming. He just fucked her, letting her go limp, just weakly hold herself to his long legs as he drove himself harder and harder into her face. Past him, she could see the stained glass of the Sept, glowing from the thousand low-burning candles at each of the seven altars in the room. Over Otto's shoulder was the Mother, big with child and with a welcome, forgiving expression carved into her lovely features.

And a daze entered her mind, airy and dreamy and wanting.

Aella smashed her hand against the back of Otto's thigh, just when she knew he was getting so close to finishing down her throat, his hips stuttering. He stopped and cursed at the strike, but he had no time to protest or punish her before she'd pushed him down onto the floor of the Sept, desperately moving over him.

"Finish inside me!" She demanded hurriedly, scrambling onto his lap with an urgency that transcended out into the room. If the moths or ants that lived in the Sept were watching, they were surely as transfixed as Otto's Andal gods were around them. "Finish inside me, Otto, if you don't - "

The Hand grabbed onto her waist and thrust hard inside of her, his face strained as he attempted to fuck her properly. But he couldn't last long, not when he'd been so thoroughly debauching her throat the way he had been. He filled her quickly, his fingers digging into her hips as he drove up into her, his own cum dripping out of her and back onto his pelvis as he tried to make her peak with him, but to no avail.

"Let me," he said hoarsely, pulling at her skirts and twisting her until she was on her back. The stone was warm beneath her body. Welcoming. Like the stone of a sacrificial altar, where she was the one awaiting judgement.

On her back, she was now able to see the stone face of the Father over Otto, while the Mother looked down upon them from behind herself.

Fingers probed her full cunt, beginning to fuck her back to the precipice she'd been toying and dancing with for the entirety of her womanhood.

She kissed him as she peaked, soaking over his neat hands, ruining her skirts and soaking into the sacrificial slab of marble that sat underneath their entangled bodies. His seed had soaked it with her. The ivory silk, as light and fine as a maidens cloak, was sullied forever. Filthy.

And Aella Targaryen wouldn't have allowed it any other way.

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pastelclovds · 2 years ago

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SLASHERS RANKED FROM LOUDEST TO QUIETEST IN BED !

⟡₊˚ ୭ slashers in order of rank ! billy lenz, stu macher, brahms heelshire, bubba sawyer, kurt kunkle, billy loomis, herbert west, jason vorhees, vincent sinclair, thomas hewitt, bo sinclair, micheal myers. ⟡₊˚ ୭ content warnings ! amab reader (no pronouns tho), top dom reader, sub bottom slashers, anal sex, possesive & obsessive behavior (billy lenz), brat taming (stu & billy loomis). ⟡₊˚ ୭ word count ! 1,315 words ⟡₊˚ ୭ authors note ! happy (late) valentines day! ;D

LOUDEST. ↴

♡ BILLY LENZ -> because of his mental illness, billy is very loud and expressive. from down right dirty rambles to him shouting about the various ways to end someone. billy is unpredictable, not knowing when his next outburst with come up. but one thing that is predictable about him is his volume when he's fucking with you. this man is so loud that you need to literally gag him so that he could shut up and not annoy your neighbors (he's into it tho). billy will giggle almost insanely while also letting out deep moans when riding you. when your pounding into the spot that will make him see stars, he will make it known to your neighbors of your private time together by screaming out your name and laughing like a madman. he always rambles about how good your dick is, how you are his and only his, how he would kill anyone who touches you, and all kinds of dirty talk. and knowing him, it's probably not far from the truth.

♡ STU MACHER -> this is no surprise at all. stu is known for his extroverted (and slightly annoying) personality. it's one of the reasons why he became popular after all, so you can imagine how loud he is in bed. when stu is feeling bratty, he will moan and beg so loudly even when you tell him to be quiet. but when you put him in his place, his whimpers are the cutest. while stu can be a little shit, he can hold his noises back a bit when he genuinely doesn't want to make you disappointed in him. although it doesn't last long. in his mind, when he gets loud, he is expressing how good you make him feel (which is every time you have sex). overall he is loud but he can keep himself quiet if he really tries (and ends up failing).

♡ BRAHMS HEELSHIRE -> its impossible for this baby to control his noises. he tries so hard, he really does. but the way your dick rubs against his walls makes him moan out to the sky above. brahms always wants to be a good boy for you, the way he moans out your name and whines when your cock hits his prostate makes you glad that the mansion you two live in is miles away from anyone being able to hear you two fuck like rabbits. when you tell him to not hold back his sounds, he will sing like a canary. but when you tell him to keep quiet, the poor man will try with all his might.

♡ BUBBA SAWYER -> since bubba is nonverbal he relies on his noises to tell people how he is feeling. that's no different when he's having sex with you. he loves the feeling of your dick abusing his hole and using him for all he's worth, his adorable soft squeals sound like a piglet. he's a big whiner and squealer. and as much as he likes to show you how good you make him feel, he knows he can't be too loud because he doesn't want to hear their endless teasing in the morning. but when you two are alone, he goes wild. I'm talking, high pitched moans, squeals, whines, groans the whole batch. and when he feels too good, he might not want to end after three rounds.

NOISY. ↴

♡ KURT KUNKLE -> while kurt is not as loud as the four above him, he still has his moments when you need to silence his noises with your hand. he can keep his sounds in check if you two are fucking in his house when his parents are home, but if are being particularly rough with him that day, he can't stop even a few moans escaping. honestly, with how pretty he and his sounds are, he might as well start an onlyfans. and you wouldn't mind showing to the world how good you make your baby.

♡ BILLY LOOMIS -> this brat just loooves to piss you off. he knows how much you love to hear him moan like a cheap slut, so he purposefully bits his lips or use him hands to mute himself. he wants you to put him in his place under you, but afterwards you treat him like a princess. he is certainly not as loud as his bestfriend. but if you want him to let his beautiful noises, you have to work for it. and the reward is worth it to see his fucked out face grow dumb on your cock as you two make sure your neighbors don't can't.

♡ HERBERT WEST -> herbert is always so busy with his work, so as soon as he's done, he wants to be with you. although he will never admit it, he craves you and always wants your attention. that being said, herbert isn't really the loudest. he does moan loudly ever now and then when you make him feel really good. but he sometimes holds his sounds back because he is embarrassed at how loud he can be. but once you and him get closer, he will become a bit more vocal.

QUIET. ↴

♡ JASON VORHEES -> jason is a good boy for you and only you, he becomes flustered at the simplest of praises, and although he isn't the loudest, he is still cute. he makes adorable whines and soft moans when you thrust your dick against just the right spots. when you and him become closer, he would whisper in your ear almost silently about the pleasurable experience you're gifting him.

♡ VINCENT SINCLAIR -> vincent wants you to know how much pleasure you give him, he wants you to know how much he loves you, but he can't. it's not that he doesn't want to, it's because his vocal cords are messed up. so it's very difficult for him to speak. so you always listen closely whenever you two are getting down and dirty, and you treasure every whimper and quiet moan from him.

♡ THOMAS HEWITT -> thomas may be a cannibal murderer to others, but to you, he is a big teddy bear. even though he can't express his feelings through speech, he can express how he feels towards you with acts of service. and one of his favorite act of services is through sex, more specifically by riding you until he is breathing loudly and letting out deep groans of your name. he doesn't get any louder than the usual moan here and there. but he desperately wants you to know that he loves you, only you.

SILENT. ↴

♡ BO SINCLAIR -> bo is the type of guy to believes that him making any noise during sex would make him look weak and unmanly. even when you and him grow to love each other, and even when your cock is so deep inside him and pounding away every thought that comes to his mind, he won't let a single sound come out of his mouth. the man is stubborn and prideful, but if you make him go through a couple of rounds and cum more times than he can count, then he will let out a few moans, but nothing else. this bastard is strong.

♡ MICHEAL MYERS -> dead silent. sometimes when you're fucking him you worry if he's passed out (or dead) and stop to ask if he's okay, only for him to hit you on the arm and let out an unpleased grunt because you stopped. the only noises he lets out are his labored breaths, deep grunts, and rarely moans. he lets you know what to do by signing things like, 'so good' or 'faster'. he still enjoys your company and wants you to know, but in his own silent (and slightly creepy) way.

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urfavskzlvr · 1 year ago

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I NEED HIM

MINORS DNI!!

500 words

THE LOOK?! I WANT TO BE ON HIS FACE!!!!

Grab his hair and ride his face like your personal fuck toy, he would love it. Changbin is the type to cum just from the taste of you. He's so good to you, its incredible. He wants you to SIT on his face. LIKE SIT SIT. His plush lips would do wonders anywhere. Not only his tongue doing the work, but he would suck on your clit like his life depended on it. He doesn't like eating you out while you're laying down NEARLY as much as he loves your weight on his face. Nose to chin, he wants your slick all over him. God forbid if you squirt. He would grip either side of your legs to make sure you wouldn't move while you squirt on him. He would lick you clean after and lick the hand he just wiped his face with.

If you mention two certain numbers to him, he will jump at the opportunity. Those two numbers are 69😊. You're on top and he's just blissfully licking away at your cunt on bottom. Your scent already drives him wild but while he's that close, he's almost animalistic. He loves getting head from you either way, but if you're letting out small moans and squeaks on his cock. Oh, he's cumming in five minutes.

Changbin is the type to not let his cum go to waste. If you want him to wear a condom, of course he will. It's just he would rather cum in your mouth than in a silly rubber. He has no problem using a condom, its just that he dreams about filling you up. He would be glowing once you tell him you're on the pill or that you're ready for the condom to come off. He's 100% the type to tell you he's gonna put his babies in you. (I need him so bad) Changbin will never ever fuck you until you've came at least twice.

I never see people talk about it, but I think changbin is just as much a perv as Jisung. And I'll die on that hill. "Bunny? Could you please give me a pair of your panties, so i can have them while I'm on tour?" Nightly calls just to tell you how bad he wants you. "I couldn't stop thinking about your dripping pussy while i was gone." And he was getting food 30 minuets away.

You two would fuck in the studio. A LOT. The soundproofed walls are perfect for just him to hear your moans. He would record having sex with you every time, that way he has audio for when he's away or if you two can't see each other for whatever reason. Of course, he would return the favor and send you audios of him jerking off to you. Constant teasing while you are busy. He would send you gym pictures and then text, "Do i make you wet bunny?" AND THE ANSWER WILL ALWAY BE YES.

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breezybangtanbebe · 3 months ago

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Tattoo: Jooheon❤️‍🔥

a/n: smooth, romantic, slow driving through the desert of the west vibes. Bonnie and Clyde/Lone Ranger/ On the Run inspired with a rough necked Jooheon risking life and limb with his ride or die beside him. Enjoy❤️

BadBoyJooheonxBlackFemOC. Raw lazy morning sex. Some violent flashbacks italicized

Vibes🎶🎧: No Ordinary Love - Sade

Like a Tattoo- Sade

Cherish the Day- Sade

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The alarm screeched offensively in her ears and the light of morning crept through her eyelids before even opening.

The air in the cheap pit stop motel was thick and hazy of mothballs, cigarette smoke and dust. But the calmness was welcomed after what the two endured the night before.

Jasmine rolls onto her back stiffly, the thin sheets clinging to her soft curves and the warmth of her lover's skin greets her waking senses.

She turns her body to align with his, the tip of her nose grazing over his shoulder blade as she scoots closer.

"Honey?" She beckons in a whisper.

Lips as soft as satin press intimately against his nape and he stirs beneath the covers.

He groans softly in protest and Jasmine continues with her lips over his skin, this time curling her hand over his waist to brush his taut abdomen.

"Baby..." she murmurs, gliding her lips down to the top of his spine. Her fingertips extends over his torso and lingers just above his naval, where he contracts reflexively to her touch.

"Its time to wake up.." she says and like a siren to the lost sailor amidst the endless seas, Jooheon is pulled from the darkness.

He sighs heavily and lays his hand over the daintier one teasing the skin below his sternum and for a moment, he doesn't move.

Neither of them do.

Only bracing themselves for the inevitable moment where time marched on and the ghosts of their past would come lurking behind every corner, seeking retribution for their sins.

She held him, counting the beats of his scarred heart.

Calm.

Even.

Steady as always despite it all.

Last night, Jooheon killed a man and on the path they chose , she knew it wouldn't be the last time he would have to.

The damnation of the deed would haunt him every waking second.

But with her tucking herself against his body so warmly, feeling her breasts pressing into his back, Jooheon could forgive the monster that he was.

Even if only for a moment.

Smoke danced from the heated barrel and furniture tumbled beneath the fallen victims weight. His back hits the carpeted floors and the growing crimson stain expands over his white collared shirt.

"Shit...shit.."

Repeated curses hiss through bared teeth beneath Jooheon's breath with wild eyes.

He touched her.

Stupid mother fucker touched her and he had it coming.

Those were the words looping through Jooheon's mind as he backed away from the subdued assailant as he exhaled his final breath.

Jasmine stands frozen in the corner of the room, covering her partial nudity with the sheet she'd torn from the bed. Her bottom lip swelled and bled from being slapped across the room, but adrenaline kept her from feeling it.

Her eyes were wide and fearful as Jooheon remained planted with his gun raised and aimed at the law enforcer's chest.

The fateful discovery of the mark's true identity set their new lives in motion as the world came to a screeching halt the moment the badge fell from his bloody fingers.

He was a cop.

Jooheon had just killed a cop.

A dirty one , no less but.

Still....

His chest rose and fell as he panted, and his hand trembled against the cold smoking steal still in his grasp.

It was supposed to be a normal sting.

She'd lure him in from the bar after boozing him up and convincing him to stay the night in a motel near by. As soon as he fell asleep, they'd rob him blind before moving on to the next town.

Simple and seamless.

No one was meant to get hurt.

Nobody was supposed to die.

"Are you alright?" He speaks over the dead deputy but the concern in his voice was intended only for her.

"Yes. Im...Im fine. Baby, is he...." She stammers but the words die along with the answer she feared.

"Did you get the money?" He interjects sharply, this time snapping his neck in her direction.

The fear in her auburn eyes deepen at Jooheon's glare.

All traces of shock and fear had dissipated and the only feeling she could detect in his eyes was cold and un-remorseful.

The eyes of a killer.

Jooheon breaks from her embrace to sit up and stretch, the mattress groaning in protest as he moves. Jasmine lifts her head curiously with a softened pout at the grotesque sight.

The wideness of his back takes up her full view and her eyes fall straight to the darkening bruises that branded his skin.

She hated how they worsened as the time passed. The night they happened, there was barely a mark. Now his honey tanned complexion was marred by blotches of red and purple under his shoulder blades from being slammed against the dresser repeatedly. It made her stomach hurt just thinking about it.

Without thinking, she reaches out to gently to trace the biggest bruise over his ribs and Jooheon flinches.

"Im sorry." she grimaces and he looks over his shoulder at her wary expression. He regards her quietly for a moment, taking note of her unwrapped bun of curls topping her head, loose strands sticking out in every direction. Her sleepy eyes were still swollen from crying and Jooehon recalled hugging her against his chest in the shower that previous night.

His brow hardened for a second before smoothing again, and he exhaled tiredly before pinching the tip of Jasmine's nose affectionately.

"For what?" He yawns and Jasmine shrugs a shoulder.

"I don't know....everything...." she simpers, avoiding his hard gaze.

Her chin begins to tremble as emotions rushed through. Jasmine was a tough girl but that only got her so far. Only Jooheon triggered something in her to melt away the hard exterior.

"Don't start.." he croons, shaking his head. The morning rasp in his voice was as soothing and attractive as it always was. Like the crackling of a fire or the soft rumble of a distant storm.

"S'too early for all that crying baby..." He slurs his sords tiredly, laying back to rest on his elbows and Jasmine huffs.

"Be honest. How bad is it? How bad does it hurt you? Should I run you a bath? Or go to a hospital?...."she suggests rapid fire and Jooheon immediately rolls over to face her. His expression was hard but his eyes softened the moment he saw the tears glistening over her face.

He reaches up to cup her cheek, his other hand on her waist to pull her closer.

"And what names would we give them? Jooheon Lee? The cop killer...most wanted man on the southern coast.." he jokes with a sleepy smirk but Jasmine doesn't find the humor.

"That's not funny." She deadpans. Her eyes fall back towards the patterns of red and purple blotching his skin. Shes careful with her touch this time as she recounted the cause of them,blinking the violent memory away soon after.

"Ive never seen bruises this dark before and Im worried." her voice shook. Tentative fingertips hover over the corner of Jooheon's mouth that still

"Ive had worse. These are nothing. Its nothing.."he feigns and Jasmine rolls her eyes.

"How can you be so dismissive?...like none of this scares you." She shakes her head, attempting to turn away from him to get out of the bed. But she's stopped when Jooheon's hand grips her hip firmly.

"Who says Im not scared?" Jooheon smiles weakly before leaning over her body, nestling his hand against the sheets underneath her arm. He tilts his head slightly to brush the tip of his nose over hers until she giggles, taking the parted opportunity to run the tip of his tongue through the slit.

"My heart damn near stopped when I heard you scream for me. Then I walked in that room and saw you trapped underneath that son of a bitch. I was afraid. Afraid that I'd finally done it. Finally put you in a position that I couldnt get you out of. That I'd finally lost you..."

His vulnerability was accented by the way his hands went from frisky to tender, the pads of his fingers grazing the skin of her cheeks as he spoke.

"But fear never stopped me from doing what had to be done. Id kill him again. Him and whoever tries to hurt you. And I mean that shit.."

Jasmine knew he did. If she knew nothing else, she knew Jooheon was the type of man to do exactly what he says he'll do. And while it should have frightened her a little, she only felt herself falling deeper into the abyss of their love.

"I know.." she all but whispers after staring longingly into Jooheon's exhausted eyes. He smiles despite them.

"Damn right. Cuz' youre my girl. Now....Why should I go to some hospital when youre all I need? Hmm? Only you know how to take care of me..." He his voice rumbles just above a growl, fanning her lips with his warm breath.

Even first thing in the morning, Jooheon tasted of deep bourbon and cinnamon and Jasmine sighed softly at his subtle permission to enter her mouth.

He melts into her body with a sigh of his own, partially of relief and from the soreness that smarts all over his back and torso. She wasn't being dramatic in her concern for his injuries. He'd taken a beating last night but nothing in him was broken.

Nothing in him ever broke until she showed up in his life....

Broken glass, overturned and broken chairs scattered the carpet under their feet.

Jasmine blinks, unsure of what to say and she eventually steps forward timidly. Jooheon sways as the brunt of his wounds have him staggering backward.

Before drawing his gun, he and the deputy engaged in quite the scuffle. Jooheon's back collided with several parts of the room as they exchanged blows. He was much bigger and stronger than Jooheon had anticipated. It came to a point of no choice.

It was gonna either be him or Jooheon, and that was a no-brainer.

"Babe..." Jasmine rushes toward him just as he's about to stumble back, catching his arm.

Jooheon winces at her touch, digging deep into his lip with his teeth. Wordlessly , he nods to her unsaid question, reaching under the arm she held to cradle a rib that was likely broken. He jerks his chin towards the floor and Jasmine releases him to quickly snatch up the wad of rolled cash she attempted to pull from the slumbering giant's pocket several minutes ago that lies abandoned at the foot of the tussled bed.

Jooheon stowed his weapon slowly, his eyes never leaving the motionless man steadily bleeding through the floor.

He then helps her gather her things and dress herself, his eyes shifting around the room to ensure nothing was left behind that could be traced back to them.

His eyes dart back to the deputy's legs that peaked out from the other side of the bed and swallows.

"You got everything?" he asks her and she nods, patting over her body to verify.

"Yeah. Lets go before someone hears us..." she insists and Jooheon hesitates as his eyes continuously scanned the disheveled motel room.

There was very little Jooheon regretted in his life, not even what he'd just done. It was necessary. He could hear Jasmine's muffled screams from through walls and before she could give him the signal, he kicked in the door to find the sweaty mongrel on top of her with his hands around his girl's throat.

All he saw was red.

He had to.

Jasmine shrugs on the leather jacket Jooheon loaned her from his shoulders.

She runs a shaky hand through her disheveled curls hair thoughtlessly before stepping around him towards the cracked door.

Before she can pass , Jooheon grips her by the arm and she turns to him sharply. His eyes fall straight to the bloody cut splitting her bottom lip then back up to her eyes.

"Im fine. Lets go..." she ensures, and with a gentle tug of her wrist, they were gone.

Jooheon's hands were rough from years of dirty work and fighting but when they passed over Jasmine's ignited flesh, they felt like silk. He strokes her body with the same tempered slowness of his tongue against hers.

Caressing her cheek.

Skimming over her jaw and neck.

Cupping her breast and tweaking her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

Teasing the thin scripted tattoo that tickled over the side of her ribs, where his name was forever branded on her skin.

Honey...

The sweetest taboo she'd ever be addicted to.

"Bet youre already wet for me, huh....." he exhales as his hand sneaks low between their bodies, his two fingers rushing to spread her dewy petals.

Its less a question than it is a statement.

That was something he'd grown to know of his girl.

She was always ready for him.

Ready for anything..

His fingers dip inside of her with ease and both of them let out a gratified moan between their lips. Jooheon pumps them into her slowly, pushing them so deep that his palm pressed against her clit with each pass.

Jasmine's hips rolled in attempt to dictate the rhythm of Jooheon's hand, but he maintained a steady pace while pressing upward, teasing her spot.

When she gasped, a sinful smirk crossed his lips.

"Wassup, baby?" Jooheon's morning voice rasped deep with the question, keeping his lips idled over hers. Jasmine's wetness squelched loudly against his fingers and her breath caught in her throat the fast they moved inside of her

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck, baby. Fuck me...please.." she moaned desperately while fighting back the tears as Jooheon's trigger fingers brought her close to the edge. It never took him long. He was just good like that.

His thumb swept over her clit lazily, most of his focus on making her erupt for him from the inside.

He seemed to ignore her plea, steadily stroking her expertly with the same hands he'd used to end a life just hours ago. The irony was cruel but neither of them would acknowledge it. Definitely not now.

"How you want me, baby? Deep like this?" He indulged her requests for more of him with his lips and teeth grazing her jaw.

Jooheon holds Jasmine down by her hip with his free hand as his other continued its work, fucking his fingers into her faster until he could feel the pressure building.

High-pitched breathy moans spurned Jooheon on , letting him know she was almost there. Her pussy pulsed around his fingers and squeezed them desperately.

"Yep. Yep..there you go..give it here.." he drawls, pulling Jasmine's body up from the mattress, tugging at her until she seizes under the intensity of her orgasm. Not a soul could rest with how Jasmine screamed Jooheon's name just then. Her voice raw and slightly broken, clinging to the walls of their decrepit motel room.

A labored chuckle shakes Jooheon's chest as he marveled at Jasmine's beauty with his fingers still deep inside of her to the knuckle , rubbing over her spot soothingly, coaxing as much of her milky nectar out of her that he could.

"My baby..." he growled, leaning down to kiss the tears streaming from her cheeks, knowing they stemmed from pleasure and frustration. Jooheon knew she only wanted to cum with him deep inside of her, carving his name on her soul. The way only he could. He knew it was what her body craved , to feel full and overpowered by him. But there was something indescribable about watching her unravel by the skill of his hand and the rush he felt from it.

Shortly after pulling his dripping fingers from her heat, Jooheon set out to do what he knew Jasmine needed. He spreads her legs wider, grunting as he got situated between her body and the thin sheet covering them. His underwear is pushed down roughly with one hand, and he releases a stiff sigh of relief when the air hits his sensitive skin.

The weight of Jooheon's dick slapping against Jasmine's sensitive heat sends of jolt of sensation through her, quickly waking her out of her daze and straight into anticipation mode.

Her trembling hands rush to Jooheon's waist, her arms locking her spread legs wide open and giving both of them a vivid view of their juncture. His manhood weeped a single bead from the tip as he teased it up and down through her folds. He only did that a few times before sliding right in, stretching her slowly until he bottomed out as she whimpered softly. Jooheon dropped his full weight onto Jasmine, their bare chests and heartbeats pressed together as he hinged his hips back a little.

"Ah shit.." he huffed against her cheek, leaning into her to peck her jawline with a kiss. He asks her if she's good, to which she nods frantically in response before he set out on a heart pounding pace.

Jasmine barely has the voice to moan anymore, let alone the wind, since every deep stroke knocked it out of her. Her mind was far too scrambled with pleasure to form a word anyway. So she does only what she can manage, cling to Jooheon's wide back to keep him where he was until she was spent and he'd given her everything he had in return.

The chorus of his deep throaty grunts against her neck and her breathy whines drove them both to the brink of madness, Jasmine's teary eyes already rolling back the longer Jooheon fucked her.

"Jooheon..oh god..." she cried when a sharp jab against her cervix has her seeing stars. Its a mixture of pain and pleasure she was obsessed with and became well acquainted with since meeting this man.

"Hmm?" he hums against her, snapping into her harder. Jasmine mumbled something incoherent as she hugged him tightly from inside and out. Jooheon hisses at the squeeze of her walls around him but his efforts never falter.

"You love this dick, don't you baby? Hmm? You love it?" He mouthed his way back to her lips, catching one of them between his teeth before asking again. He needed the praise the way a growing flame needed kindling. It boosted him, charged him up in ways nothing else could.

"Yes..yes I love it..I love you.." Jasmine hiccuped against his kiss, finally releasing a strangled moan when Jooheon adjusted the angle of his stroke to hit her right where his fingers just were. Although he didnt say it back, Jasmine felt every inch of his love as it roved through her tirelessly. She felt his love every time he gripped her waist as if he were afraid she'd slip away and he would have lost her forever.

Jasmine's breath quickened and from the sound of her keening moans, Jooheon felt her nearing the precipice. He braced himself for another beautiful disaster while getting lost in her.

"Fuck....Yes, Come on. Cum for me baby. Cum on it if you love it.." he huffed, putting everything he has into making her body shake. His rhythm gradually becomes staggered, all while his hands held her ass up right where he needed it.

Her voice had gone hoarse and her mouth stale from panting, but it was enough to have Jooheon's control wavering.

Jasmine could tell he was just as close to cumming as she was and the lust drunk vixen inside of her would do whatever it took for that to happen.

"Cum inside me...please. I want you so deep baby..." she moans for him, knowing it was exactly what he needed to hear. She wanted his seed deep in her womb. Damn the consequences, she'd deal with them later.

Jooheon squeezed her hips hard enough to leave bruises as he slapped into her faster and faster.

Both of them hadnt realized how transfixed they were with watching Jooheon damn near splitting Jasmine in half until they looked at eachother. Jasmine blinks away the blur from her vision in time to lock eyes with her lover.

Her pain. Her anchor. Her gravity.

All of that reflected in his wounded stare. His furrowed brow that was still sliced at its arch from the deputy's right hook. His bottom lip strained between his teeth as he gradually allowed himself to get lost in her, but his eyes remained locked on hers as if she would be the one to help him find his way back.

"Honey I love you..."she blurts, the fresh tears glittering her fixed gaze on Jooheon's overwhelmed expression.

With one final slam of his hips and an emphatic grunt, Jooheon pressed himself as deep as Jasmine's body would allow him, puttung him flush against her sensitive cervix. Her legs wrapped around him and locked him deep inside of her, both of them moaning in sync until both of them came undone.

Their eyes never left eachothers, not even when Jooheon's dick pumped waves of cum into her pulsating heat. They held eachother in the reflection of their souls until one of them relents. This time its Jasmine, as she goes limp beneath him with her nails dragging lazily over his shoulder blades.

Their bare chests played a game of push and pull with their synchronized panting, Jooheon's muscles flexing subtly as he slowly pushed himself up.

With a few lingering kisses between them, he slowly pulls out of Jasmine with a breathy groan that sends a chill up her spine. He wouldnt know based soley on how she appeared to him though, eyes barely open and serene faced.

She would go back to sleep if he left there undisturbed long enough, but both of them knew with the rising sun, came reality.

"Alright babe..C'mon. We gotta move.." Jooheon sighs, grunting as he climbed off of her tiredly, tapping her upper thigh just enough to cause her skin to ripple. She mumbles in protest but ultimately obeys as she too rolled off the bed, both them setting out to get freshened up and dressed quickly for check out.

They resented it but was indeed time to move. With news of a dead cop circling local news , along with grainy CCTV footage of a man and a woman fleeing the crime scene hand in hand on loop, it was in the couples best interest to not stay in the same place for long.

They had no other choice after all..

Her hands didn't shake when she pulled back on the gun, loading the chamber with a bullet seamlessly as if she'd been doing it her entire life. The sun was high and the wind were graceful on their drive through the barren land of sienna sands and tumble weed. Jooheon's dark hair tossled with the breeze as he drove with his elbow resting in the window sill.

Smoke swirled from the Newport tucked between his fingers and he lifts it to his lips for one more drag before flicking it carelessly to the breeze. He exhales the smoke through his nose as he glances over at his passenger, smirking fondly at how comfortable she'd become handling his weapon.

Admittedly, it was kind of sexy.

"You know what you doing over there?" He snarks, turning to put his attention back on the endless road and Jasmine scoffs.

"Id hope so, or the guy who showed me dont know shit either." She perks her brow as she switched the safety back with a smirk that matched Jooheon's. He scowls over at her briefly with a bitten lip and reaches over to pinch the skin of her neck playfully, making her shrug into his hand and giggle.

"Ouch! Quit" she snaps but Jooheon was only getting started. He contiues poking and pinching her playfully in the places he knew her to be most ticklish. Jasmine retaliates by poking him in the ribs, forgetting about his injuries, and Jooheon recoils with a sharp hiss.

"Ah ah..Chillchillchill..." he chuckles in surrender, seeming to be yield as Jasmine's smile vanished. She huffs in annoyance , lightly tapping Jooheon's uninjured shoulder to scold him. But it was hard to stay mad at him when he got into these playful moods, which occurred far and few between now that their lives had taken such a serious turn.

"Why do you play so damn much?! You know youre hurt but wanna start shit..." she fusses ineffectively and Jooheon stifles his laughter while rubbing at his tender ribs.

" 'cause Im a shit starter, duh..." he snarks, poking his tongue out between his teeth as he smirked. Even with his wounds, he was still as fine as he could be. Jasmine rolls her eyes.

"Whatever..focus on driving Mr.Shit Starter..."

Jooheon bites his lip to keep his tongue at bay, maintaining the control over the '64 Impala with his driving hand secured on the steering wheel. Only the sounds of the radio playing and the engine revving as Jooheon accelerated filled the open space between them. Jasmine was leaning against her side of the car, her gaze on the desert landscape while her partners dimpled grin flashed in her direction mischievously. He stole glances from the road to continue pestering her by poking her side until she comically threatens him with violence.

Just then, a jackrabbit appears out of nowhere and dashes across the road. Out of reflex, Jooheon's right arm extends towards Jasmine and presses her against her seat as he swerved to avoid ringing the dinner bell for the vultures stalking the skies. The whole car jerks sharply and straightens back on it's path, its driver cursing under his breath.

"Little fucker.." Jooheon mutters with disdain as he watched the varmint kicking up dust as it shrunk in the distance via his side view.

"Its not the rabbit's fault you can't drive. Better stop playing so much." Jasmine scolds him with a giggle, her hand carressing his protective arm. Jooheon kissed his teeth arrogantly at the mirror before relaxing, returning that dominant arm to the task of controlling the steering.

"Yeah yeah..You just make sure youve got a good handle on that gun, maam. Before you fuck around and shoot a hole through my dash.." He smirks over at her and Jasmine rolls her eyes. Mainly because of how old that joke was getting. He just loved to tease her over how green she was compared to him, although it was what he loved about her most.

"I know what Im doing. Shut up." She wrinkles her nose cutely, promptly stowing the 9mm safely in its place below her seat.

"Youre the one whose always handing it to me in the first place. You must be prepared for me to shoot someone with it.." she adds and Jooheon shakes his head.

"I prefer you didn't. Not until I have a chance to really teach you how to handle it. For now, I just need you to know how to reload it just in case I...." he pauses, something in his rear view snagging his attention.

"Just in case what?.." Jasmine parrots, her brow creasing in worry.

Jooheon doesnt respond immediately, his jaw tensing slightly as he checked his other mirrors. He squints at the shape of a vehicle speeding up in thier lane behind them.

It had been back there a while, and Jooheon had been inconspicuously monitoring it since leaving the last city.

It wasnt until they'd crosses into another state that he began to wonder if that truck was just coincidentally heading the same way as them, or if they were being followed.

Jooheon couldn't shake the paranoia, leading the type of life he did, but its heightened by the fact that it wasnt just himself he had to worry about anymore.

He wordlessly offers his palm to Jasmine, the known signal for her to quickly pass him his gun.

She does so, her hands trembling now that there seemed to be an immentnt threat, but Jooheon remains as cool as he always did. He sits up in his seat slightly, checking his mirrors again as the vehicle drew closer.

"What?" Jasmine tried to hide the panic in her voice as best as she could. Jooheon nods towards the rear view mirror and Jasmine turns her body slightly to look behind them. Noting the approaching SUV, she frowns.

Jooheon cranes his neck, squinting at the vehicles reflection suspicously.

"That look like an undercover to you?" He asks and Jasmine's eyes go wide.

"Undercover? Like a cop?"her voice breaks

and Jooheon nods sharply, toggling his sharp gaze between the road and the trucks reflection in his mirror.

"You think a cop is following us?" Jasmime tenses and Jooheon shrugs a shoulder calmly.

"I don't know. Just got a weird feeling. Sit back.."

Jasmine hadn't noticed she was fully facing the backseat, straining her neck to see behind their car. She quickly rights herself, sinking in the seat a little as if to hide.

"What do you mean you don't know? You think its a cop?" She asks again while sneaking another look back. A large hand curls over her thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze before returning to the matte black handgun nestled in his lap.

"Just chill, baby..." Jooheon speaks calmly as he sensed Jasmine's anxiety. Not that she could help it. Anything that had Jooheon on guard made her nervous.

"Im chill, I promise..." she huffs, looking back towards the unidentified vehicle.

From what Jasmine could see, they were being tailed by a large SUV for a while but she hadn't noticed since it kept its distance until now. It had very dark tint, even on the windshield , so she could barely make out the silhouette of the driver. It could be anyone behind them. A stranger. An enemy...

As her brain thumbed through its rolodex of potential antagonists, Jasmine hadn't realized that the SUV had gotten close enough for her hear it's engine. Jooheon tightens his jaw, as well as his grip on the gun in his lap with his keen eye on his rear view mirror.

She wasn't so sure what was going on in that mind of his, but surely shooting their way out of the situation wasn't it.

It couldn't be. If whoever was behind them was indeed law enforcement, resorting to gunplay would be suicide.

The SUV pulls up closer, just enough to hear the bass of music bumping inside of it. Jooheon maintains his speed, not wanting to provoke a chase while keeping his steady hand on his lap. If he felt any fear at all, Jasmine couldn't tell.

Fucking with a cop was like poking a hornet's nest. Trigger one and the swarm ensues. That was the worst possible outcome and for all they knew, backup was already on the way and they were just sitting ducks on the highway.

If it came to a fight, Jooheon wouldnt go out without one if running wasnt an option.

"No...not like this. Please.." Jasmine prayed to herself. It was quite audacious for her to believe any higher power would be listening after the things she's done, but she couldnt help but hope.

"Please.." she whispers shakily just as the SUV revved closer.

After a silent stand off seemed to occur between him and the driver behind them, the SUV switches lanes and accelerates to pass their car. It then crosses in front of them, only to speed off well over the limit.

"Son of a bitch" Jooheon hissed, his grip loosening on the steering wheel.

Both he and Jasmine sigh, Jooheon puffing his cheeks before passing the gun back to her carefully.

"We're good." he exhales, still eyeing the unsuspecting vehicle as it zoomed off in the distance. Jasmine felt as if her heart had stopped beating the moment their cars were closest, a haunting vision of the grim reaper behind the wheel, ready to take them both away to place to pay for their many sins.

Jooheon shoots her a quick look when she says nothing, noting the trepidation in her expression, before reaching over to pinch her chin with a half-hearted smile.

"Hey, we're ok. Relax.."

Easy for him to say.

"This time..." she mutters, turning her face to slip from his hold. She quickly reaches up to dab away the tear pricking the corner of her eye before exhaling.

Jooheon's gun felt heavier than usual in her lap and her gaze falls on it as a grim fact reared its head.

"You need to teach me." she says and Jooheon's brow creases with confusion.

With his eyes still trained ahead, he frowns.

"Teach you?"

"How to shoot. How to fight. Something! I cant just sit here while you do eveything to protect us. I need to be able to protect you too."

"For what? I do well enough protecting myself." he almost laughs but Jasmine saw nothing funny.

"Still. You can't drive and shoot Jooheon. What if something did happen and you were hurt? More than you already are. I feel so damn useless.." She rolls her eyes, turning her body slightly to face the door.

Jooheon's smirk faded at the insecurity in Jasmine's voice. He looks over at her, watching her shrink in her seat beside him as she watches the desert zoom past them.

A hard lump of realism catches in Jooheon's throat as he considers the suggestion. Immediately, the image of her being willing to put herself in danger to protect him threatens to yank his heart from his chest.

"Hey.." Jooheon reaches over with his hand palm side up. Jasmine's eyes go to it then to his unreadable profile. She places her hand in his without hesitation and Jooheon lifts it to his lips, grazing her knuckles with a kiss.

"You have my heart Jas."

Jasmine's brows lift at the hint of vulnerabilty seasoning his words. He must have sensed her knowing since he didnt look at her, keeping his eyes on the road ahead as he spoke.

"Every vein. Every beat. It's you. You know that right?" he hardens his glare, swallowing against the tension. Jasmine kept her gaze on the side of his face, tucking her bottom lip as she nodded.

"I do." she confirms after several beats. Jooheon visibly relaxes at the response, swallowing again. He sighs as if the weight of his feelings wore on him so heavily, that just saying them brought some relief.

"Good. So maybe just.. hold onto it for me? Because that's all I need from you. Keep being my reason. I can teach you how to handle a gun and how to think if it brings you peace of mind. Just please know that you will never be usueless. Not to me, not to anyone. So never say that shit, ok?"

Jasmine's brow crinkled as she digested his words. His feelings werent new to her. As it was stated before, Jasmine felt Jooheon's love in every thing he did. The way he looked at her. The way he touched her. The way he'd grip her thigh when he drove or the way he tussled with a man twice his size to protect her. She knew without a shadow of a doubt that he loved her, but to hear him say it in his own way just now....

Her pause was expected and Jooheon found amusement in her silence as he looked over, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

"No need to dirty these pretty hands of yours, baby. But should you ever need to shoot somebody, make sure youre aiming.." he winks, reiterating his gentle tease before their drive took a serious turn. Jooheon lets out a hearty laugh when he notices Jasmine's scowl melting into a reluctant smile.

"Whatever." she rolls her eyes playfully, making Jooheon chuckle. She tries to reclaim her hand, but its kept locked within her man's grip possessively.

"Naw, listen. You said you wanted to learn and that was part of your first unofficial lesson." he teases again, tightening his hold on Jasmine's hand since he knew she'd try to swat at him if he didn't. At his resistance to let go, the heaviness from before dissipated completely and Jasmine allows herself to laugh again. He is talent for manipulating the mood never ceased to amaze her.

"You get on my nerves.." she giggles, surrendering to Jooheon's charm yet again. For the first time in minutes, Jasmine feels her heartbeat's rhythm simmer down to a resting pace, knowing it had everything to do with Jooheon's calming nature. She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and shook her head before continuing.

"..and you know , I'm ok with leaving the shooting part up to you for now. To be honest, just holding it for you when you drive makes me feel kind of dangerous.." she admits cutely and Jooheon flashes her a dimpled grin.

"Oh, you are dangerous. Trust me.."

Even though she detected sarcasm in his tone, there was an underlying implication of his words that had Jasmine wondering if he really meant that. She never asked him though.

Jooheon doesn't say another word, merely pulling up Jasmine's hand and brushing another kiss over it. Their fingers remain interlocked as he cruised silently with a hardened stare over the steering wheel.

Eventually, Jooheon knew everything would catch up to him. Before Jasmine entered his life, it didnt bother him one bit. He accepted his fate and could handle his karma. But he also knew Jasmine didn't deserve any of this.

But he also wasn't good enough of a man to let her go...

The landscape of scorching sands, burnt sienna dunes and cyan skies that faded into pink stretched on with the faded concrete chasing the ombre horizon. They'd been traveling all day, putting hundreds of miles between them and the fate that would never stop chasing. As tiresome it was to be on the run, buying them another day together would always be worth it.

Jasmine shifts her head against the cushioned headrest to admire Jooheon as he focused on getting them somewhere safe for the night, the lights of a distant city already glittering ahead.

His profile, those hard and focused eyes as if he was drowning in his thoughts, was just a beautiful as it always was. Despite the bloodied bruises that marred the corner id his mouth and brow.

He would always be enough.

Even if he was complicated.

So. Fucking. Complicated....

But he was hers. Engrained. Engraved in ink and blood for eternity.

And she'd wear it proudly, just like a tattoo.

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