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binniesthighs · 4 years ago

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call me babydoll | reader x chan

a/n: cuties!! hehe we’re finally getting...a couple things in this chapter that i’ve been wanting to share sooo bad! i added question marks to some of the tags to make it more of a surprise! i love hearing what ya thought of it! hehe <3

Five

Pairing: self insert, (?) x female reader x bang chan

Genre: action, mystery and suspense, fluff, smut and angst

Tags: (of this part) bodyguard au, secret agent au, royal au, moderndayprince!chan, secretagent!reader, secretagent!jeongin, secretagent!jisung, collegestudent!seungmin, royal!minho, informantandclubowner!changbin (loll thats so long), (?)!felix, skz side characters, adventure and mystery, action and peril, plot driven, running out of time, slow-ish burn, growing feelings, sexual tension, explicit language, mentions of alcoholic drinks and getting drunk, hehe bit of smut/suggestive content (tags omitted for surprise--nothing crazy to tag tho hehe), maknae line are my sons in this fic, binnie in this fic can fkn take me lol

CWs: sizable shoot out in public club with several people involved, presumed that people die because of this event, lots blood and other wounds such as gunshot wounds, mentions of drugs (both recreational and hard drugs) mentions of weapons such as knives and guns--the whole scene is violent

Word count: 8.5k

Parts

ONE | TWO | THREE | FOUR | FIVE

“Five years later and I’m still tying your ties, F. Some things never change.”

Jeongin cracks a smile, simple and cute, much like the man himself even when he has a handgun glued to his hand.

“It’s still a harder task than some of the stuff that they have us doing. Not gonna lie.”

You smooth down your partner’s lapels where he’s pinned a small pin of the ticking clock. While others would wear crests, the insignia that bonds you to the younger man is this this small instrument. He’s quiet while he watches you fiddle with his silk blue tie that compliments his snow white hair perfectly.

“Are you nervous for tonight?”

Your partner upkeeps his stoic façade the best he can, but tonight there’s something different about him. His silent answer speaks louder than he could ever admit. On the queen sized bed, Seungmin kicks his perfectly shined shoes while flipping through the channels of the TV with a staticky sounding click. Jeongin lightly brushes his hand over the diamond dangling earrings that twinkle as they are supposed to from your ears--likely they’re crystals, not the more expensive jewel.

“I’m not nervous,” He finally sighs, but there’s a bit of a crack to his voice. “I trust you. And Two. I’m trying to focus on that.”

“It’ll be fine.” You assure, “White Rabbit must have his own security that would be at his beck and call. If anyone shoots at us, they’re shooting at him. We’re not alone.”

The young agent nods, then gives a little slap to the college student on the bed. “Get up. We’re leaving. Remember what I showed you?”

Jeongin draws from the bedside a small handgun. It’s more decorative than protective, but still fires bullets that could save his life.

“Keep it in your breast pocket. Make sure that no one sees it. We don’t wanna cause a scene.”

Seungmin’s eyes widen as he feels its weight in his hand. “Got it. I hope I don’t have to use it.”

“Me too,” You give the youngster a soothing smile. “And remember, don’t tell anyone your name. When you’re in there, your name is S. Better yet, it’s best not to interact with anyone.”

He nods, then slides it into the thin fabric of his coat. The young man looks considerably more dapper with The Agency’s clothes: a deep purple velvet two piece with silver cufflinks decorated with white roses--another symbol that you’ve grown familiar with.

The prince saunters up to the bedroom with a slick tap at the opened door. He oozes with regality; not like you expected any less. The royal has dressed himself magnificently without the aid of his help once more: a pure black silk suit with a smart pressed white button up that’s spotless with not one crinkle. The while shirt itself is adorned with two thin silver chains which stretch across his lower torso. At the neck where the shirt meets its last button, there’s a floral brooch: one more more white rose for good measure.

“Wow!!” Seungmin respectfully bows. “Your Highness, you look--”

“--I didn’t fuck up the hair, did I?”

Chan grins as he brings his fingers through his newly colored hair; its much lighter than his dark locks had been before: now a shade of tawny brown. The change to his appearance had come at the request of the palace who suggested that he try to conceal his identity even further as to not arouse suspicion.

“Handsome as ever, your Highness.” You sneer out the compliment.

Since the previous night had turned sour, seeing eye to eye with the prince had become harder to do. It was a wild confliction of feelings when you thought more and more of it. With every glance that he would throw in your direction, along with way that he had stared at you all through breakfast, you couldn’t meet him. You felt as if you had borne a wound for him to see, for him to poke at--the secret kind that was best kept to yourself--and he had dug his finger in; he had laughed.

The prince tilted his head, and you met his eyes for the first time since then. There was a softness about him when you knew that he was inspecting you. You knew you must’ve been overthinking it--and that was what made it so dangerous.

“Looking stunning as always, Bee. I knew that you would wear that dress well.”

You let the words, “Thank you,” leave your tongue before toying with the small handbag provided to you. As always, your thigh holster held steady under your dress.

Four clicks at the suite door sounded, startling nearly everyone in the room, revealing everyone’s nerves which they had denied.

“That’ll be Lee Minho.” Chan announced.

Two answered the door in his own costuming. The two men bowed upon meeting, a usual meeting between strangers. The agent lead him to the room, and the royal buttoned his own suit properly.

“Good evening. It’s a pleasure to meet you all. I’m Lee--”

“--Minho.” Jeongin dryly cut, “We know who you are.”

Luckily, you and your partner shared the same apprehension.

“I’m Fox. You’ve met Bee. The young kid is S, he’s a new agent. The quiet one that let you in is Two.”

Minho bowed politely with a slight blush. “You weren’t kidding when you said that you were well protected, Your Highness.”

Chan chuckled in response then clapped the other royal by the back.

“You look amazing,” Minho said to the prince who shooed him away with a humble hand.

“You as well.”

Chan sized up the royal who indeed looked like one. His suit was a simplier charcoal grey with pinstripes with a white undershirt that ruffled at the collar. Not typical of the royals that you knew, he also wore dangling silver earrings that would have never passed the royal standard for professionalism. However, it made sense considering that he had been of a lower rank.

“Now that we’ve got the formalities out of the way, shall we head out?” Chan put a very obvious hand to the lower back of Lee Minho while checking with the rest of the group. “It’s best not to keep him waiting?”

Your partner nodded and ushered the group out while giving his body one more pat down to ensure that all concealed weapons were in place. Two checked the assortment of knives tucked discreetly into his own jacket. The man had some kind of wicked and unidentifiable grin while he felt the metal against his fingers. You exited at the rear, feeling a hand tug at your arm.

“--Bee, I’m sorry about what happened...I��m...I hope that you can understand my motivations as to why I said what I did, it didn’t seem like the right time--”

“--There will never be a right time.” You tore your arm free. “Your Highness, what happened...that was a mistake on my part. I acted out of line. There will never be a right time because...I’m your guard, and you’re my prince. Do you understand?”

“But Bee--”

“--End of discussion,” The words burned in your throat seeing the way that he had looked at you just then, and it was clear that he definitely didn’t understand.

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You had heard that the White Rabbit had been a prideful man--this was now an indisputable fact once you pulled up to the roaring nightclub set into one of the busiest streets on the avenue in Cairo. Everything about the place was showy and bright and outrageous. It was a miracle that the man hadn’t been caught considering that his home base was as obvious as it was. The entire front of the night club shone with the brilliance of a million stars in a hundred different colors. A giant marquee held the signage with the title of the place, “The Tea Party” coupled with the image of the white rabbit himself--the one from the old movie--a stout little thing with his pocket watch swinging from his paw. His neck was wrapped up in a white ruff, and he wore a frock pattered in red hearts.

A line stretched from the front entrance for as far as you could see, and clubbers swung their bodies in tune to the muffled sound of the EDM music thumping from inside and throwing cigarette butts to the sidewalk.

“Do we just walk in?” Seungmin hurriedly asked with nervous hands wrapped around his body.

“We’re expected, so, yes.” You snaked your arm through Jeongin’s to look even less conspicuous. “Just relax,” You commanded the group lowly.

From the corner of your eye, you saw the prince slug his arm around Lee Minho who appeared to shrink under the other man’s broad shoulders.

Two large bouncers stood at the entrance with muscles swelling under their shirts stained pink in areas which you assumed to have been white at some point.

“Names?” One of them grunted rather than spoke.

From his pocket, your partner took out his very own pocket watch that had been hidden with the rest of your supplies upon arrival to Cairo. On the opposite side of the watch was engraved the two symbols intertwined: the white rabbit and the the white rose. The two men inspected it, nodded, and opened the door for your small entourage. As soon as you entered the booming central room, you could see Seungmin’s shoulders drop as he relaxed.

“There should be someone meeting us!” Jeongin yelled over the sound of the white noise leading to the bass drop. Hundreds of clubbers danced with the music, throwing their glasses to the air and howling like animals. You wouldn’t have been surprised if at least half of them had been strung out on the very drugs that the man himself had helped peddle.

The young agent pulled you closer to him as stumbling bodies passed.

“They could be here. We have to be on our guard.”

“Let me watch the prince.”

Jeongin nodded, letting you recede to the back of the group where Two had tailed. His eye wound hadn’t healed nearly enough, so he opted to wear the sunglasses once more. It was likely that word had spread about the four of you escaped twice--his eye was evidence. From behind the group, you watched the way the the prince’s hand fell down hold Lee Minho by the hip, and the way that his fingers dug in there slightly. As much as you had denied it, seeing them close brought back the very covetous thoughts you tried to keep at bay.

A slender woman with gorgeous tanned skin pushed her way through the crowd and set her eyes on the white head of your partner. Her dress was even thinner than yours, but she wore it as if it was her second skin. The luxurious red color contrasted perfectly with her dark hair and eyes.

“Are you Fox?” She asked with a thick accent, and cascaded her hand down the young man’s arm.

“Y-yes. I am.”

“Bun asked me to bring you to him. I know the way.”

She let her hand fall into Jeongin’s who whipped his head back to you with dry lips that he wetted immediately. You had expected to have been retrieved by someone a bit stockier than this woman.

“He’s trying to get our guard down.” Two said suddenly as he reached into his pocket to thumb over his stockpile of metal there. “Don’t you think?”

The woman took your group near to the corner of the room where bodies didn’t linger for long, but were drawn in the mosh pit in the center. Tables lined these edges which were fashioned into booths with red velvet curtains for privacy to do much more sinister things. The room smelled heavily of pure alcohol spilled by drunk hands and of synthetic fabrics made of cheap plastics. A dozen different fragrances mingled into one dizzying mess: each a scent so different and chemical that it was toxic.

She walked with a swing to her hips, all the way to a booth that was a bit larger than the others--you could only assume that this must’ve been his booth. The woman gestured for you all to enter before drawing the curtain. At the center of the table, the rabbit’s symbol had been burned into the wood. She wore some kind of thin diamond bracelet which she hovered over the image, causing a winding staircase to pop from the carpeted floor down to a hidden chamber.

“Take the stairs, and it you’ll see it once you get down there.”

Your partner have her a curt nod in thanks, then lead the group further down. A soft green and red glow emanated from the space below, also humming with a concealed type of music different from that which was played in the club. From here, it nearly sounded like jazz.

The corridor under the club was bleak and grey with cement, but wooden crates lined it with stamps on the sides in numerous different languages. Your brain could only fathom where the contents had been before they ended up in this basement. It must have been millions of dollars just sitting undisturbed with enough firepower to blow up the whole building and more.

“Guns. Military grade and a little more improper,” Minho sighed out. “He must have every model in existence here.”

“Do you think that he has like...missiles?” Seungmin reached for his small handgun.

“Ease up S.” You tried to contain your own creeping fear, “Those would be too big to keep down here.”

“Who says that this is his whole stockpile?” Two deadpanned as he cleaned his glasses.

At the end of the hall, one more bulky guard stood expressionless with a small sized machine gun ready in his hands. He opened the door without saying much else, letting loose the red and green lights you had seen before, and with it, the putrid smell of expensive drink and marijuana.

The smaller room was only lit by strobes with multicolored gels, and it was dense with the smoke of many number of drugs and vices. There was a small bar with a bartender with bagged eyes and a swath of women in cocktail dresses and men with ties tugged nearly all the way off their necks with lipstick marks pressed into them.

A single disco ball spun above their heads, spreading shiny squares all across the room. Even more guards waited in the same uniform, but these ones looked more expensive--likely his own personal detail wearing gaudy chains and wrist watches inlaid with diamonds and crested in real gold.

“My friends! You were able to make it!”

The man of the hour spread his legs wide on his leather couch set upon a lion’s coat rug, complete with a head and marble eyes and all. At his sides were two more women more unique than the rest: both of them was breathtakingly gorgeous, one of them jeweled like a queen with a thick gold choker that resembled that which old Egyptian royalty would. Her head was smoothed with no hair at all, but instead intricate and beautiful tattoos decorated her like some kind of otherworldly being. The other woman had a cat-like face with two differently colored eyes; one hazel green and the other icy blue contrasting with her fiery orange hair.

“Carroll told me that you had a bit of trouble before you got here. I’m glad to see that you were able to get here in one piece. It only seems like things are getting more and more...risky these days. Even for people like us.”

“We’re not “people like you,” Rabbit.” You pushed to the font of the group.

The club owner himself was dressed in a purely white fur coat which you presumed to be made of real fur. Considering the material, it must’ve been made from the fur of snow foxes--an interesting choice considering your partner’s persona. The smaller man with a thick and muscled form took off his yellow tinted sunglasses to tuck them into his wildly printed shirt that had tiny buttons doing the work of keeping his chest covered.

“Babydoll! It’s a pleasure to meet you! I’ve heard all about you. Your reputation precedes you.” He took a rather greedy bite to his lip whilst looking you up and down. The white dress must have been doing it’s job well.

“Babydoll?” Chan asked with furrowed brows. “What is--who is--?”

“As does your reputation, Rabbit. I wouldn’t have expected less.”

The proud man snorted, “I hope this doesn’t mean that you’ve got any...preconceived notions about my lifestyle. Our dear friend Carroll doesn’t seem to.”

“Of course not.”

“And you...you must be the Prince of Bulgeun! His Royal Highness Prince Chan of the Crown!” The White Rabbit spread out his arms wide in welcome. “I don’t often get royalty in my club--lots of celebrities and the like.” He leaned over to one of his guards, speaking in Egyptian Arabic and asking for drinks for the group.

“Yes. It’s a pleasure to meet your acquaintance.” Chan bowed deep.

“So respectful!” The White Rabbit chuckled, “You can all call me Bun. We’re all friends here. And you...who might you be?” Bun pointed a finger at Minho who stepped forward.

“Baron Lee Minho, of Bulgeun as well.”

“Ah! And a Baron too! How did I get so lucky to have such honorable company?” Cat-face ticked her long nails against the club owner’s hand slung around her.

“You know what we’re here for, Rabbit. There’s no need for theatrics.” Jeongin huffed his words out with a confident breath.

“You’re the one that they call Fox? Rumor has it that you and Carroll have a rather...special...connection?”

The bartender arrived with drinks, each of them looking expensive with flecks of gold leaf floating on the surface of the clear liquid. Seungmin shot an apprehensive glare once the glasses were left on a small side table. As had been discussed previously, none of your group had picked up a glass.

The woman with beautiful tattoos stretched a hand down one of the White Rabbit’s thighs, reaching dangerously high between them; just enough to make you flinch from the forward action.

“Baby, I see that you’re playing a dangerous game towing this Price around, so of course I’m willing to help a friend of my friend. You’re lucky that I’ve got just the intel that you need. Some people just don’t know how to shut their mouths, especially when the get a taste of what I’m selling.”

“Oh? And what have you been hearing?”

You eyed a leather chair across from him seeing an opportunity.

“Your Highness.” You motioned for Chan to sit in the chair next to yours, swinging your legs crossed to peek from the thin white silk in full view for the Rabbit to see. After, you dipped your chin into your palm, just for the purpose of letting the front of your dress fall slightly. The prince remained quiet while taking his seat and spreading his legs out strongly.

“If it’s compensation that you need Rabbit, the Crown is also willing to make offers for added...persuasion.”

Chan crossed his fingers in his lap leaning forward. His words were slick and domineering--kingly even.

“Is that so?” The White Rabbit tugged at his lip with his teeth, “I wasn’t aware.”

“Double what The Agency is offering. If I like what you say.”

The club owner scoffed with a grin, “Oh, you’ll like what I say.” Cat-face lifted his drink to his lips, then wiped off the excess off with her finger. Both of the body guards appeared to tense before he spoke and tried to be inconspicuous while they reached for their decorated pieces resting in their waistbands.

“Hell, I’ll even tell you what they call themselves.”

In your impatience, you leaned forward, “Who are they?”

“They’re called The Spades. Some kind of new crime syndicate that’s been fucking up my business and making bargains with my customers. Of course, as you know...I work in a very lucrative business.”

“Naturally.”

“They’ve been stockpiling shit like crazy: all kinds of weapons, any kind that you can think of outside of fucking nukes. They’ve even tapped into drugs as well to make extra on the side. I don’t know what it is that they’re doing that makes them so appealing, but suddenly I’m missing out on millions because of those fuckers. They’ve got someone masterminding it all too--some crazed bastard. I’ve been trying to find him ever since they popped up.” He resumed his grasp on both of his women who cuddled into him.

“Mastermind? The one who’s running the whole operation? You know him?” Both you and your partner locked eyes quick enough for the other man to not take notice.

“No, one of his cronies. He runs the business. He’s illusive and fucking insane. Someone whispered once that he’s psychotic or something like that. You think that I’m bad...”

“Who?? Who is he? Where can we find him?”

“Slow your role there doll, I’m just getting to the good part.” The Rabbit nodded for another sip of his drink. “He’s got several names depending on who you’re talking to. Fucking funnily enough, I’ve heard that he goes by “Hatter,” or more commonly “Joker.” He deals in anything: arms, drugs, sex...and he works for The King.”

“The King?” Chan butted in with the mention of a royal name.

“Not your silly little king, prince. The King. The one who runs it all. He tells The Spades what to do. They’re everywhere, taking over every sector in every nation. They’re trying to dismantle it all--every political system, monarchy, presidency...everything. It looks like they’re starting with you, prince. The Spades preach about chaos. Every man for himself...but it’s a lie. Why the hell else would they be stockpiling? They’re trying to take it all over.”

Seungmin gulped audibly as he sunk to the back of the group.

“When there’s no more control the ones with the most resources always end up on top.” The young student whispered.

“This King, do you know who he is?” Jeongin spoke over Seungmin to detract attention from him.

“Nope.” The White Rabbit swung his legs up on the small coffee table with alligator leather shoes. “I’ve been a little focused on taking down the Joker at the moment, for your information.”

“What’s your intel on him then? He must know how to get to The King.” Minho pushed to the front of the group right to Chan’s side. “We’re not satisfied with your information yet.”

The Baron’s sudden demand surprised you: he had been timid before--so you had thought.

The club owner looked to Chan, keeper of his “persuasion” who nodded to prompt him for more.

“He’s on some island off Greece. Private. Tight security, the kind that could shoot you out of the sky.”

“Impressive.” You tutted, feigning confidence once more. “What more do you know?”

The woman with the bangled necklace whispered something in his ear once peeking at a small old-model cellphone in her hand, brushing her lips over his earlobe. Over the sound system, the jazz music turned sultry, and both women moved to join the other intoxicated clubbers in the back to sway around brass poles.

“There’s the freckled bastard. He’s the grunt--and the one that’s been chasing you I think. Real nuisance isn’t he? He’s the Knave. Had a few run ins with him myself.”

You thought back to the gas station and the black SUVs. Between all the shards of glass, it had been hard to make anyone out, but you had figured that he had must’ve been one of the men throwing their bodies out of the windows to shoot.

The Rabbit chuckled out with some kind of hand signal to his guards. “Knowing him, he could be right outside my door for that matter.”

Jeongin’s eyes flew open, sending you “the look.” Your time was running out. Judging by the way that you hadn’t noticed that the Rabbit’s women had cleared out the other clubbers from the room, they must’ve known something that you didn’t. The club owner stood up with a languid stretch and cracked his knuckles.

“We probably don’t have much more time before they come in here guns blazing. Best protect your prince, hm?”

“Rabbit! You must know something about The King?!” You crossed the room to grab at his frim and fuzzy arm.

He slyly smiled, amused by your grip, “Like I said doll, no one knows much about him. Your Baron has got it right. Start with the Joker. But...” His grin cracked even wider, “Good luck.”

Seungmin tugged at Two’s dress coat as the two bulky bodyguards took The Rabbit by the arms to escort him.

“What's going on??” The young man’s voice cracked with urgency.

“Ready that gun of yours.” Two said lowly with gritted teeth.

He strode across the room with his fur coat lazily swaying, then raised the golden rings on his fingers to the air as he exited. He threw his yellow tinted glasses back on, before turning back to your stunned group.

“I estimate that you’ve got...three minutes? --Oh! And one more thing!”

The white fabric of your dress swept to the side, revealing your thigh holster which you grabbed at quickly.

“What?!”

“Every King’s got his Queen? Does he not?”

The enigmatic club owner slipped into the shadows of his private room, leaving your group with the sound of clambering feet on the floor above, followed by muffled gunshots.

“They’re here?” Seungmin readied his small handgun as he was told and looked to the ceiling where the lights flickered from the commotion. “They found us?”

Two twirled two knives in his hands with a silvery glint. Both of the blades were a bit on the shorter side, but you were certain that he knew how to use them. “They’re always following us.”

“We need to get out of here.” Lee Minho drew out his own gun concealed by his suit. It was custom with a pearl handle. You had seconds to make out the insignia, but you could make out the shape of what looked like a red rose. “The place must be crawling with them. We need to find the exit.”

Your partner nodded while taking his own gun. “Stay close, Your Highness. Follow me.”

“Bee?” The prince called your name with a worried cross between his brows. “Give me a gun. Hand-to-hand is nothing against these guys. I’ll stay close. I promise.”

While he held your eyes earnestly, the way that his chest heaved up and down told you something much different.

“You can handle it?”

“I can.”

Jeongin passed him a Glock from the holster strapped behind his shoulders.

You made your way back through halls lit by hissing fluorescent lights with a white burn to them. The crates of weaponry stretched on and on, adding to your unease knowing what could happen if a bullet were to be fired in this hallway. Thick rats skittered in the dank edges of the hall and weaved between boxes labeled in Spanish.

“Drugs.” Minho gripped his gun tighter. “From the looks of it, cocaine.”

Above your heads, a giant boom resounded and dust with drywall fell from the lights that flickered harder.

“Its a fucking maze down here.” Jeongin tapped at his watch in an attempt to find a schematic of the place.

The college student wetted his lips. “At least we’re not up there with them.”

“At least the lead worked out. We know more about these...Spades than we did before. It’s a start.” You tailed the back of the group with careful footsteps and the click of your heels against the cement flooring.

Another resounding boom echoed followed by the shrill screams of clubbers above. It sounded hellish--you could hear the raw fear in their voices. The music thudded on, likely abandoned by someone running for their life. The Prince’s knuckles turned white holding onto his piece of metal near the front of the group.

“F, you know the way up?”

“I-I think. We should be approaching some stairs soon, but there’s nottelling who will be on the other side.”

Two tore off his sunglasses and shoved them into his breast pocket. “We’ll be damn lucky if they haven’t found the hotel yet. If not, we’ve got to run.”

“My laptop??” Seungmin whimpered.

“That damn Chromebook? Don’t worry about it, your life is more important.” Jeongin scoffed. “The Agency can set you up with something even better.”

“I can’t believe that at a time like this all I can think about is my stupid computer.” The young man shook the thought out of his head.

“Stairs up ahead.” Jeongin pointed. “Get ready.”

“Chan?” You pulled at the prince’s trim to his coat.

“I’m fine Bee. Honestly. I trust you.” He attempted a smile. The same smile, that damned charming one that couldn’t get out of your head.

Minho looked back to the prince too with worry, it had been the most sincere motion that you had seen him do as of yet. He reached out to squeeze the royal’s shoulder with a soft smile.

“Don’t go dying on us Your Highness. Think about what that would mean for the kingdom?” He chuckled.

“I’ll try my best,” The prince returned the gesture.

Jeongin reached for the metal door handle to the teal green door cracking with paint. The sound of machine guns had grown even louder, followed by the sound of the shells hitting the wooden dance floor. The air was thin where it crept under the door and carried with it the horrid smell of smoking guns and spilled alcohol.

“Two, Bee, form rank around the group, I’ll lead.”

Two nodded, popping gum into his mouth and blowing large electric blue bubble. “Can do.” Both of his hands tightened around his blades.

“One...Two...Three!”

Time slowed the second that the door opened, and your ears rang with the deathly silence. Bodies to the left and right of you became a blur and they fell to the floor in the silence with their limbs twitching until they didn’t move at all. White collars turned red, as did the white tablecloths of the standing tables. The strobes pranced around the room in a multicolored shower that was as blinding and stained your eyes.

The men in black suits and leather gloves scattered around the room with their red crests glinting. They shouted commands at eachother, but to you, all you could see was the way that their lips curved and cracked. In front of you, your partner leads with a hand gesture that you had memorized from training, and all of your focus was drawn the the back of the group. The trigger of your gun was cold on your finger: you pulled and pulled not even pausing to feel the way that it fought back against your wrist. The men were sprinting with their own guns tight in their hands, but each of them fell before they could get close.

Two’s mouth was in a flat line as he threw tiny blades from his hands to the chests of men running across the balconies and hiding from behind tables. He appeared to have an infinite amount in his coat and saved the longer and more lethal ones for close connections, subsequently dipping his own fingers in red.

The young college student trudged on in the center of the group with his head tucked firmly between his two shoulders. Clear streams of tears fell down his eyes, but he wiped at them furiously between each shot that he took with his small handgun. Next to him, the two royals kept their own heads low aiming shots around them to backup you and your partners.

Their footsteps came echoing behind you, and you walked backwards, taking aim with one eye squinted, while barking out commands from your mouth that you barely even understood. Your heartbeat bumped in your chest nearly in tune with the thudding 808′s of the music that reverberated in your ears. Each of the Spades moved as if they were shadows over the bodies of the fallen, leaping and jumping, nearly floating over dining tables and sweeping off the glassware and silverware with them as they did so.

“BEE, I’M ALMOST OUT!” Jeongin screamed to you nearly before reaching the front revolving doors.

Two tossed another magazine in the young agent’s direction, then threw another dagger with startling accuracy.

For seconds at a time you could see how Minho’s eyes had narrowed with his aim, and he too met every target exactly where he wanted. You figured that the royal must have trained himself well to have that kind of precision. The way that he appeared perfectly calm was startling: his dark eyes squinted and he turned his body swiftly with little effort.

“Fuck--I’M OUT OF ROUNDS!” The prince bellowed before ducking under Minho’s arm which immediately swung over him.

You closed in closer to the group, using your body as a shield for the prince’s back.

Your partner cast aside fallen chairs and tables in his wake, as one of the thugs charged at him. In response, he threw his gun into his waistband, opting to slung the man with a hurried uppercut that sent him spitting blood to the floor before falling, “We’re almost there! Keep pushing!!”

“SHIT!!!” Seungmin groaned out before dropping his small gun to the ground, he trembled with his leg dragging behind him, then soon his pants soaked with a dark stain to his slacks.

“BEE LOOK OUT!!” A voice screamed, seconds before you could register it.

Your head whipped back to the chaos of the club, seeing the “freckled bastard” himself point his decorated riffle at you point blank with a wicked grin on his face. He looked purely evil. There was something about the way that his ears poked, or how his eyes upturned that made him look devilish when his pearly white teeth peeked once he took his shot. He had ashy blonde hair that had strung with sweat over his forehead, and blood wetted the tip of his dress shoes. He cocked his head to the side, as he did too with his gun before the deafening shot cracked through the room.

You were shocked trying to memorize his face, and frozen in your fear from the barrel of the gun facing you right between the eyes.

An excruciatingly tight grasp at your arm pulled you to the side before you could react, throwing you to the hardwood floors before whoever it was pulled themselves in front of the bullet. Your vision was rocked when you hit the floor, missing the glass revolving door by centimeters.

“Y/N!” Your partner screamed, waking you from your haze as the room started to piece back together. “You good?!”

Another hand grabbed you to your feet before shoving you through the door, lightly slinging your arm around his shoulder before taking your gun from your trembling hand to take a few more shots. You realized it was Two this close, and tiny flecks of red splattered at his neck.

“Fuck--give me that--” You grabbed the gun from his hand to fire every bullet that was left at the freckled bastard until you couldn’t any more, and the cool of the evening stung at your heaving lungs once your group reached the sidewalk.

Outside of the venue, clubbers scrambled and ran the streets still shrieking in their fear and tripping over their heeled shoes.

“Chan?? Chan--where-where’s the prince??” The words spilled from your lips in your pure adrenaline.

Right behind you only a couple paces away, the prince stood pale with Seungmin holding between them a groaning and gasping Minho who barely held on to the two men. A bullet wound soaked his black suit jacket, and the red crept up to his white frilled collar.” The wound made a hole right in his shoulder with a visible circle.

Jeongin sprinted to the back of the group looking disheveled himself with sleeves hastily pulled up to his elbows. “Shit--shit!!”

“S-move aside. MOVE!” You commanded the whimpering young man who gave you Minho’s other arm. You wrapped around his wasit and dragged the heavy weight of the man who had just saved your life.

The prince dryly smacked his lips then scanned the street for more of the Spades in his daze.

“Y-you okay?” The words dried up your tongue.

“Yeah...yeah, I’m fine, are you?” His energy had been drained of him, and his knuckles were also cracked, likely from having to throw punches that you haven’t even seen him take.

Gunshots echoed further down the street followed by the screeching of wheels and more panicked yells. The chirps of cop cars pulled up to the scene and their husky demands rounded up the escapees in rapid-fire Arabic.

Jeongin sprinted back with his white hair bouncing to a taxi nearest an intersection. He threw the door open apologizing profusely the best he could before pulling the driver out of the driver’s seat and to the cement. He cursed out loudly in response to which Jeongin tossed out some bills haphazardly to his chest.

“Get in, GET IN!” He called to your group while tapping on the metal side of the vehicle.

Both you and the pricne guided the injured royal in to the backseat between you.

“Minho--Minho, hold on--” Your nervous hands held his pale face in your palms.

The tear of your dress filled the small compartment, prompting the prince to snatch his hand into the other man’s firmly.

“Minho--you fucking dumb asshole--you had to go and he the hero didn’t you?” Chan smiled hopefully.

“Ar-are you alright?” He coughed, “Your Highness?”

“Shut up.” Chan ruffled his hair with another adoring smile. “It’ll be okay. You’ll be okay.”

Although it was silk, you used every inch of your dress tear to tie around the baron’s shoulder tightly in an attempt to add pressure to the open wound.

“Bee--” Minho started with a lazy glare.

“--Keep talking Minho, look at me. You’re gonna feel sleepy, stay awake. You did great, thank you so much for doing that to me. Thank you.” You grabbed his opposite hand firmly. “I can’t thank you enough.”

Lee Minho laughed. “Don’t mention it. And--if you wanted me to keep talking...I wanted to tell you that you’re really stunning Bee. How you handled all th-that. I was really impressed.”

“Hm, I was impressed too.” In his own way, like this, bloodied and a bit delirious, Lee Minho really was as handsome as he let on.

The taxi car whipped around another corner with wind whipping in the windows and each of your masses jostled in the car as if bumped over the curb. The hotel wasn’t that far from The Tea Party, and you knew that any moment you would reach it, but each second stretched longer and longer.

“Fox?! We’re not there?”

“Fuck--Bee, the whole city is crawling with cops, everywhere I turn, they’re on the hunt, The Spades are everywhere I can’t make it back--no doubt they’re already there...”

In the front seat, Seungmin clung to Two as if his life depended on it as his whole body shook and Two tore his own jacket sleeve to close off the young man’s wound on his leg.

“Wha-what are we going to do?? S-shit!! Ouch!!!” The young student gritted his teeth in his pain while his leg shook terribly. He sobbed, “It hurts, really, really bad!!”

“I planned for this.” Jeongin’s eyes flicked in the review mirror to you in the back. “I asked Carroll to set up for us a secondary place if something went down and we couldn’t make it to the hotel. I figured...if anything happened or if they found us--”

“--Get us there, fucking drive Fox, Minho needs first aid, right fucking now, he’s bleeding too fucking much.”

“I know, I know!!”

“How far is it?!”

“Not far, I promise, twenty minutes--tops.”

“Make it ten!!!”

Jeongin floored it, running lights and becoming a stream under the skyscrapers of Cairo. From the small skylight of the taxi, thin clouds streaked in the evening sky and mixed with the glow of the city. Far, far, above your head, you prayed for the first time in years that you could make it in time.

Seungmin sobbed with puffy eyes from the front seat and writhed, “Hurry! Hurry!” He begged.

Minho’s head lulled in the backseat as he bled though the white silk binding him. His head bounced back and forth from you to the prince with glossy marbles for eyes that blinked slowly. The prince rested his hand on the baron’s thigh and rubbed calming little circles into it.

“Minho, you did so well. Look at me.” Chan coaxed, causing the other to smile adorably grim.

Minho twitched before rolling his head over to the prince. “Your Highness, i-if I may be so bold...I-I’ve got...I’m crush on you.” He finished his sentence with a wrinkled smile.

You scoffed out with a laugh while making knowing eye contact with the prince who laughed out lightly too.

“He sounds like someone I know.” You winked at the royal.

The taxi made one final turn to an alley filled with potholes that jostled each wheel of the car.

“This is it! Right here!” The young agent whipped into a one car garage hidden into the alley. The darkness of the garage filled the car, and snuffed out all of the light from the street, and even muffled the faint sirens of police as they whizzed past. The night was still full of gunshots, but at least now they sounded far enough away to be safe.

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The safe house was a modest two floored apartment outfitted with the normal security system of The Agency: window locks and cameras in every corner of every room. As expected, each of the rooms was covered in a fine layer of dust, and the old smell hung with flecks of the material stuck on lampshades and wafting in the light.

Work had been delegated between you and your partners, with the two other men helping treat Seungmin in the second bedroom out of three while you and the prince aided Minho.

The windows were left open to let in some fresh air, also letting in the faint sounds of the city which still surged with life even late into the night. Still, the smell of the desert came floating into the room with a welcome sense of tranquility.

The royal lay on the bed with cracked pale lips while you set to work dabbing at his wound gently with gauze, cleaning the area around the bullet wound. Fearful to cause more bleeding, the bullet would stay where it was for a few moments more for another layer of wrapping. The prince remained quiet, passing you materials as needed with hands stained pink from the other man’s blood.

“How are you feeling?” Chan quietly asked.

“Hurts like a bitch,” Minho smiled, “You ever been shot before?”

The prince shook his head.

“Well, I hope that you never are. Feels like your whole body gets stirred up from the impact and then there’s the sting.”

Carefully you pulled back the remains of the baron’s shirt while lifting him slightly off the bed. As you swept the fabric from behind him, you noticed the thin red line tracing around his shoulder bade which you figured to be blood at first.

“What...what’s this?”

“Oh,” Minho shied, “It’s a tattoo.”

“You’ve got a tattoo? For a royal?” Chan slicked back Minho’s sweaty locks. “You really are full of surprises.”

Gently you laid the baron back down to lay with his new wrappings. “What is it?”

He paused, wetting his lips quickly before he spoke. “It’s a red rose. It’s a bit large--I know--not typical for royals. Don’t worry, you’re the only royal that knows that I have it.”

“Why a red rose?”

Below you, Minho looked relaxed and calm, beautiful even like this bare-chested under the single lamp-light of the bedroom.

“Well...you know the significance of symbols and insignias. We’ve all got our own.” He grinned out while playing with the prince’s free hand.

“I’ve got my white rose, Bee’s got her clock: seems like we’ve all got our own thing.” Chan agreed, watching the way that his fingers interlocked with the other man’s.

In the opposite bedroom, Seungmin cried out sharply to the tune of Jeongin chuckling out, “I’ve got you, you fucker!” The clink of metal fell into the little bowl they used: the bullet was out of the poor boy.

You sighed knowing that the damage caused to your group could’ve been much worse, yet you had made a skillful escape. Still, the thought of the bodies littering the floor...the silence that rang in your ears from the pace of it all and how the energy of survival started to wear off...it was truly gruesome.

“Minho--really, I appreciate you taking a hit for me like that. No one has ever done something like that for me...and you barely know me...”

The baron smiled, taking your hand in his too. “Like I said, it’s fine. Had I not, you wouldn’t have been able to help us out of there...even if you were dragging my ass for the tail end of it.”

The breeze flew in with the dusty curtains; just cold enough to make you shiver in your thin dress.

The prince looked to the both of you, “What happens now?”

Chan himself was a proper mess: he no longer looked like the perfect vision of regality from the earlier evening. He looked like a man, a regular man, scared, unsure, and confused. His knuckles were cracked...and you had promised that you had never wanted to see him harmed again.

The prince’s eyes softened, softer than they had been, soft like they had been the evening before when you had broken.

“We survive. The best we can. We recuperate for a couple days, and ask Carroll what the next steps are. I’d guess it would be Greece then.”

Minho leaned up with a little grunt to face you. “I’m coming with. I can help. I can be valuable if you need another set of hands on a gun.”

“I think you mean hand. Your arm is gonna be out of commission for a little while.”

He smirked, “Still...”

The sweeping red outline of rose peeked to his shoulder, and you wondered how far it really spread.

“Bee, I don’t think that I’ve thanked you.” Chan let the words fill earnestly, throwing that same damned smile at you.

“Chan...you don’t have to thank me. You’re my prince.”

The royal nodded with a contented little grin that tugged a dimple on the side of his face. You found both men looking at you as such, as if they were waiting, or anticipating the unsaid as you were.

Somehow, the room turned silent once more: a void quiet enough to hear your heart beating in your ears.

You bridged the gap, pulling Chan close to you as you pressed your lips against his, using your stained hand to pull his lapel into your body while he melted perfectly into you as he had done before. His mouth tasted slightly like the salt of blood, but that was of no matter to how sweet he was when he gently let himself unfold for you, gasping lightly against you. Chan’s hand reached to your arm to caress the goosebumped skin down, giving you another reason to shiver. You found your own hand tie into his light brown locks and pull deeply at the roots with depths of curiosity and want. Your tongue gently explored his lower lip before teasing right into his mouth which was even warmer than you had imagined it being.

Your other hand found the torso of Minho: bare and quivering under the touch of your fingertips which traced each muscle there. He let out a drawn out sigh, then drew his own hand down the curve of your body to your hip, finally working it back up over your belly to your breasts thinly protected by the dress. He sat up higher and brought his lips to the fabric, kissing right into your belly with the warmth of his mouth. He paused, giving you moments to crave that same feeling on your lips and prompting you to bow down and indulge yourself in the taste of his mouth too.

Chan’s hungry hands came tip-toeing over your back as he watched, and slipped one finger under your thin dress strap to pull it down and press kisses to your shoulder. With his other hand, he let it fall down Minho’s back: over the red rose, right to his thigh which he squeezed at firmly: right between the heat of his legs.

Minho was different from Chan: rougher with his advances, but still addictive in how he would test the corners of your mouth with each kiss more courageous than the last. He ruffled up your torn dress, then let the silk fill up his hands before pulling it in ways to meet your skin with his. Slowly, Chan did the same, edging a hand up to your ass from the frayed bottom of the once-gorgeous dress.

The bed was just big enough for two, but with this new interlocking of limbs as close as possible, you melded into one. Both you and Chan crept over the man between you, painting the blank canvas of his chest with seething hot lips and biting at the flesh of his skin lightly. Minho’s back arched from the beautiful sensation, causing him to giggle in his euphoria.

In the middle, you found Chan once more, and held him close, as close as you had wanted for longer than you had admitted.

“Oh Bee...” He moans into your mouth while releasing all of his glee onto your tongue.

“Chan, I’m not scared anymore. I don’t even care.”

The prince shuddered at the thought, and held you back just as tight finding the corners of your dress to pull over your head.

“Oh my god,” Minho adores you, then reaches out to pull you to his chest.

This mysterious man, melts for you too, whimpering perfectly between your lips. Your legs find their way around his thigh to grind at lightly. There's an innocence to his eyes, much like that of the prince: its a kind of blind adoration that you know all too well. His dedication to Chan, and his gesture to you: the thick bandages around his arm: you find your apprehension slipping to nothing.

Your fingers loop around the white lace of your panties as you kneel above both men, and you swipe your thumb over both of their glistening and trembling lips.

“Well boys, how about I’ll make both of you mine tonight?”

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daddy-chiluc · 3 years ago

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Sing You To Sleep | Chiluc Week Day 2

College AU/Only one bed/preforming arts

Chiluc Fluff | M/M

TW: Explicit Language

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“This is absolutely not happening.” He whispered under his breath, nails biting into his palms as he marveled at the vast room before him. The view of the city was beautiful, the balcony promising endless nights of twinkling lights and gorgeous starry skies. A full sized bed in the centre of the room lured him forwards, gently laying down his violin case to succumb to the soft sheets of the bed.

He took in a deep breath, relaxing as the faintest of smiles shyly touched his lips. The warmth of the linens was enough to almost lull him to sleep. To his dismay, a knock rang through the small room just as his eyes began to close. Hesitantly, he sat up, walking to the door to find his professor and a classmate behind him. Childe.

“Mister Ragnvindr,” he nodded, turning to present the out of breath ginger than gave a cheeky grin, monster and guitar case in hand, “Due to the sudden addition to the performances this week and lack of available rooms, Ajax here will be sharing this room with you for the remainder of this week.” And there goes his brief moment of relaxation. Gone within seconds.

Of course he’d be the one to pair with him. There had been an odd amount of people who had signed up for the trip to the Mondstadt Theatre, well known judges and critics there to give them feedback and training before their big show by the end of the week. He just so happened to get the short end of the stick and be the only person with their own room. It was nice for the five minutes it lasted.

It was rather rude the way Professor Zhongli had pushed him into the hotel room — his eyebrows stuck in a permanent state of irritation with each twitch as he tried to keep a friendly smile. Childe had stumbled in, eyes wide and glued to the guitar case, stickers and writing covering the case. They looked like…children drawings? Perplexed, Diluc saw it fit to ignore the matter for now.

“Hey…uhm,” a subtle hint of pink dusted along the other’s cheeks, stretching to his ears, “You’re that violin player right? With the solo this week?”

“Yeah, what about it?” His voice was heavy and almost intimidating…if it wasn’t for his beauty.

“I just thought…well, I…you’re just really cool.” He stuttered, his voice soft as he scratched at his bird’s nest of hair. It was rather endearing the way he was so…so shy around him. Typically he’d see him causing some form of ruckus at the college, in the middle of class. Always having crazy ideas to try different notes here and there, different instruments in one piece and another singer in this piece. Yet, when it came to Diluc’s performances and practices, he’d be silent. Dead silent, eyes wide in a childish wonder and fascination that always confused Diluc. It confused him to a point he’d try to ignore it but no matter how hard he tried, he’d always be there, eyes sparkling in amazement in the corner of his eye.

“Thank you.” It was blunt, quick and straight to the point. He wasn’t in the mood to dwell on such pitiful small talk. It annoyed him, wasted his time…not that he had anything to do to begin with. To be honest, for some reason, the other had annoyed him. Annoyed him so much so he found himself rolling his eyes subconsciously.

“…There’s only one bed.” Horrified, Diluc’s head turned to look at the full sized bed that once promised peaceful nights, now mock him. It mocked him as the faint sounds of car horns blared in the background, drowned out by his anxiety that prickled and pinched at his skin, “I can sleep on the floor.” His kindness was a harsh stab to his gut. Of course he had to be this nice to him after he berates him in the deepest corners of his mind.

“It’ll be alright, we’ll just put a pillow in between us.” Him and his stupid puppy dog eyes guilt tripping him and making him feel bad. Fuck him for being cute. Diluc’s cheeks flushed a deep red at the sudden thought. Surely not. No. Absolutely not. There was no way he found Childe cute.

He found Childe cute.

Earlier that afternoon he had bought them food, insisting on buying the most expensive food he could find, and coming back with enough food to hold them over until dinner. He’d gone off to explore, giving Diluc the option to go with…and when he returned, he came in with bags in multiple sizes, an elated grin plastered on his face.

“This is for you!” He handed him a bag and inside it was a numerous amount of keychains — animals all in the color red and a little rose keychain inside, “I didn’t know what to get you.” There were a lot of red items, a dog, cat, pheonix, a slime, you name it, it was probably buried in the vast amounts of knick knack items. He remembered trying to give them back, desperately trying to get him to take them back…yet he insisted he keep them. So he had, attaching the phoenix keychain to his violin case.

When night came he was more than anxious. His heart would thump in his chest, his mind busy with far too many what ifs and possibilities for sleep to come easy. Surely he knew he detested him. Why else would he go off and spend his money on such intricacies? It didn’t make any sense. He was sure he disliked him. Of course, his…assumption was quickly disproven.

With fiery cheeks and wide scarlet eyes, he caught glimpse of Ajax — black sweats with droplets of water streaming against every dip and crevice of his upper body. He could hear a faint wince, the sound muffled by the towel he used to dry his hair. The pull and twitch of every muscle didn’t aid Diluc in stilling his heart and gathering his breath.

“Sorry about that,” he laughed, his voice light and airy as he headed to his shirt, discarded and almost forgotten on the floor, “Dropped it on my way over,” Slipping it on, it was rather baggy, the sleeves coming down to his elbows as he yawned.

“Right, I’ll…” he paused, cerulean blue eyes gazing down at him, “I’m gonna go down to the lobby to see if they sell tea…you can head to bed if you’d like.” He smiled softly, his kindhearted demeanor — far calmer than his normal chaotic self — was rather off putting. It made Diluc’s spine shiver with anxiety and his skin rise with goosebumps. He watched as he headed out the door and for a brief moment, he wasn’t sure what to do with his freedom.

Deciding to wear a faded, gray sweater and black shorts, he turned off most of the lights, leaving on the desk light for when Ajax had returned. Undoing his hair tie, he crawled beneath the sheets, letting his weight sink into the soft mattress. He wasn’t sure how long he was alone in the hotel room, but he heard the soft click of the door opening, the lights twinkling and distant sound of cars driving below not doing much to overpower the quiet noise to ease his worry.

He could hear every step he took — they were hesitant and quiet, almost scared to move in fear of waking him up. Truthfully, Ajax had never been more terrified. Part of him wanted to check and make sure he was asleep, but he knew if he had, he wouldn’t be able to look away. Diluc Ragnvindr was beautiful. Far beautiful than anyone he’s ever laid eyes on…so to even be allowed to sleep beside him doesn’t feel right. He doesn’t feel like he should. So his best bet?

His acoustic guitar. It would be loud, without a doubt, but he’d play it out on the balcony and keep the door shut. It wouldn’t do much but it would be enough. So, undoing the clasps of his case, his fingers running over the pictures Teucer, Anthon and Tonia drew for him, he gently picked up his acoustic from it’s case as he slipped outside.

Sitting outside, he let himself be soothed by the gentle breeze, the pads of his fingers coming to rest flat against the strings before he strummed, checking each string to tune them before mindlessly playing. It didn’t take much, it was almost second nature. He could stare off and simply play, his calloused hands having a mind of their own.

There were numerous questions that poked and prodded at Diluc’s mind, all of which he chose to ignore in favor of listening to him play. The sound was beautiful, he couldn’t help but get swept up within its current, letting it drag him into a sense of security he hadn’t felt in quiet sometime. Minus how rambunctious Ajax could be at times…he was rather relaxed.

Choosing to set that aside for now, he could smell the aroma of the tea, chamomile, as it’s scent filled the rather small space. Leaving the comforting, warm embrace of the bedsheets, he covered his hands in the sweater as he carried the scalding hot cup of tea out to him. The slide of the door was enough to grab his attention and he swore he could feel his heart almost jump out of his throat.

He was stunning. Too cute for him to handle in all honesty. His hair a fountain of red as his locks began to shine under the city lights. Part of him desperately wanted to run his fingers through his hair, braid it, brush even if he was just cradling his head, he’d be satisfied.

“Your tea will get cold.” His voice was quiet. Very quiet. Almost out of the ordinary. Perhaps it was because of how tired he was.

“I didn’t wake you did I?”

“No, it takes me awhile to sleep. You didn’t wake me up.” His kindness felt out of place. Sudden. Ajax wasn’t sure what to make of it, he was so used to Diluc giving him the cold shoulder, it was different having him treat him like this.

“Let me sing for you?” It was abrupt as he gulped, his jaw clenched as he searched those scarlet eyes. From where he sat he couldn’t see a single sign of hatred or resentment.

“Sing for me?” Ajax nodded, as he gently set the guitar against the wall.

“I could help you sleep tonight. Only if you’re okay with that though.” Diluc knew why he accepted his offer, he just wasn’t ready to accept it yet. Ajax wasn’t a bad person…he was just…Ajax. There wasn’t much else he could say. Maybe he just needed to hang around with him for a little while longer and get to know him better. This seemed like a nice start though. For now.

Crawling back into the warm linens of the sheet, his hair pooled around him as the soft pillows sunk under his head. The taller male slid in beside him, practically melting into the warmth of the bed as the comforter covered them both.

“Any requests?” He smiled, the small pull in his lips reminding Diluc that yes, he was in fact sharing a rather small bed with Ajax.

“I don’t care, so long as they aren’t children lullabies,” he grumbled, fingers twisting in the bed sheets as his eyes fluttered shut from time to time. Turning on his side more, Childe studied him, thinking briefly before lying on his back. It was just to help him sleep, he wouldn’t get onto him about form would he? All well, guess he’ll found out in the morning.

“Fly me to the moon sound good to you?” He whispered as he turned his head. His breath catching in his throat. He was relaxed, his cheek resting against his palm as he hummed. The faint blue lights seemed to make his skin glow even more.

“Yeah…,” he whispered as his shoulders sank forward. So that’s what he did, he sang for him. His face burning bright enough to light up the room as tiny snores soon filled the room. He didn’t mean for his eyelids to get so heavy. For him to fall asleep next to him, the promise of a pillow to separate them quickly forgotten as they bathed in each other’s warmth.

“In other words…,” he mumbled as his heavy arm came down to wrap around his waist, “In…other words….”, he voice became a hushed whisper, eyes falling shut as the end of the song rang in his head.

I love you.

Waking in a panic to find himself cuddled beneath Ajax, he shoved him off the bed, a loud thud ringing through the room.

“Ow! Fucking shit—!” Curses and a mix of Russian spewed from his mouth as he held his head.

“I’m so sorry, are you okay?” Diluc’s panic didn’t ease as he groaned, laying flat against the floor.

“Just…just give me a moment,” he sighed, laying flat against the floor.

“C’mon and sit on the bed, I’ll go get ice for your head.”

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simpsiren · 4 years ago

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lee taeyong x reader

“my baby dont like it when you come around”

description. a new guy in college asks you for help to get rid of his girlfriend and slowly falls for you instead through your heated times with him.

genre. ANGST, college au, cheating au, bold/ arrogant reader x shy taeyong

warnings. none? except for the fact that this basically about cheating and having strong emotional tensions with each other, slighty suggestive

a/n. hihii i always thought of doing a ff about their baby dont like it song because its been in my head for so long HAHA also the lyrics are just uHem but yeah so anyways buckle up because theres going to be a lot of angst and tensionn also i didnt notice that i wrote so much like damn aNywAys enjoyy!

you walk into class lazily, expecting the same thing to happen again. as you step into the lecture hall, your eyes immediately went to your seat. you sigh and push you glasses up before walking over.

“i swear when will people stop doing this?” you mutter to yourself, shoving all the gifts off your table, making it all drop to the ground and producing a loud noise. everyone’s eyes are being drawn to your direction. you roll your eyes as mark takes his usual seat beside you.

“that’s the most you got this week.” mark laughs in disbelief, looking down onto the floor. you flash a fake smile at him, making him laugh even more. “its so annoying. none of them even look good.” your eyes scan through the gifts on the floor, seeing one that actually looks decent. you pick it up and examine it closely. mark gets near you and does the same.

“ill keep this one. looks expensive.” you shrug, shoving the expensive looking silver necklace into your bag. mark scoffs, letting his body sink into his seat. “i love the fact that you only care about the value of the gift.”

you click your tongue and stand up, proceeding to pick up all the useless gifts you received from the random guys on campus and walking over to the trash can, throwing it all away. you hear gasps and mutters around the lecture hall. you clearly couldnt care less, walking back, taking your seat and bringing out your materials.

“it cant be helped that youre the most beautiful one around here.”

“you think i dont know that? people do know that they shouldnt mess with me right? yet i need to keep up with unknown admirers and random texts of confession.” you let out a long sigh, as you rest your chin on the palm of your head, leaning onto the table.

“you admit youre beautiful. your confidence is truly amazing.” mark comments. you kept your eyes to the front as you watch your professor walk in, along with a new guy you’ve never seen before. your eyes remained on the guy, watching him climb up the stairs and walking to the seat next to you.

your attention changes to the professor as she starts talking. but your ears immediately diverted its attention to somewhere else, particularly to the guy next to you.

“why did you seat next to her? do you know how dangerous that is?” you hear the girl sitting behind him whisper. its no doubt that she purposely whispered loud enough for you to hear, wanting to make your blood boil. you ket your cool and focused on the lecture, taking notes accordingly.

“how so?”

“she’s hard to talk to. she only had mark as her friend and she gets pissed easily. her temper is the worst around here and she’s the most feared. a lot of guys like her for some reason and-”

“are you done, sweetie?” you lick your bottom lip as you turned around the face the girl. you hear mark hiding his laugh with a cough. “if you are, i really suggest you shut your mouth before i sew it shut for you.” your eyes glared at hers, staring at her intensively. you knew that it scared her when she immediately looks away. you chuckle in amusement before turning back to the front.

you look to the side, to see the guy’s eyes opened wide, with an eyebrow raised. you smile softly.

“lee taeyong.” you whisper, reading off the keychain attached to his pencil case, nodding your head before paying attention to the lecture again. the guy coughs softly and faced forward as well.

the lecture was now over and you start to pack up. you take your time since you know that it would be hectic to get through the large crowd of students who are also exiting as well as being able to avoid bumping into any guys and have them confess their useless affection towards you.

you were however intrigued to find out what’s going on outside when you hear someone whispering about the fact that there’s an extremely pretty girl waiting outside the campus.

by then, only you and mark were in the lecture hall. you figured it would be a good time to step out and find out the reason behind all the talking outside.

as you and mark walk down the hallway to the entrance, you tilt your head as you see a crowd forming at the gate. you sigh, taking off your glasses and rubbing your temples. “how the fuck are we suppose to get out?” you turn to mark with your eyebrows furrowed.

“im sure they’ll move aside once you come in.” mark places his hand on your shoulder and taps it lightly before walking forward towards the huge crowd with full confidence. you swear you can burst any minute as the the mumbles of the people fill your ears even more as you walk closer.

the moment one person makes eye contact with you. their eyes widened and signal their friends to quiet down. eventually, the noise starts to lower down as you made you way through the crowd. eyes were glued on you as you follow behind mark. you swiftly clean your glasses with the cloth in your pocket and put them back on.

as your vision starts to become clear, you notice that the one standing beside the girl is the lee taeyong guy from ealier. you walk over to them immediately.

you turn your head slightly to the back, signalling everyone to get back to what they were doing, and as always, they obey and the crowd dispersed itself. you look back to the front to where the cause of the nuisance started.

you eyed the girl intensively, looking up and down, observing every inch of her. you had to admit, she is quite the beauty. perfect wavy brown hair, almond shaped eyes, nicely drawn eyebrowa and plump pink lips. her body in the black tight fitting dress is amazing. it curved her body in all the right places.

you look up to see taeyong and the girl looking back at you with a raised brow. you faked a wide smile. “i dont think its wise to meet your boyfriend right at the gates of school.. especially when you’re this pretty. id fuck you.” you lick your lips teasingly and chuckle soon after.

“bitch the fuck?” mark whispers. you let out a loud, cunning laugh. “or perhaps...”

your eyes immediately connected with taeyong’s. you saw the fear yet a tint of interest in his eyes. you liked it. as you walk past the couple, you run your hand down taeyong’s chest. taeyong freezes as the girl’s mouth gape open, pulling taeyong away instantly with her arm around his waist. “id fuck your boyfriend.”

your head jerks toward taeyong as you whisper into his ear, but loudly enough for the girl to hear. with that, you wink at the both of them and walk off. mark smiles kindly before following behind you.

“that was... wow.” mark says to you, taking out his phone from his back pocket. you sigh, pushing your glasses up the bridge of your nose.

“honestly who is dumb enough to meet their significant other just outside campus? they should be taught a lesson. and to think that taeyong guy is new.”

“his name is taeyong?”

you nod. mark nods back in reply as the two of you walk ahead to the small secluded cafe shop nearby where the two of you would usually hang out.

“i really hope i dont see him on friday. does he look like he’s the kind to skip lecture?” you ask, taking a sip of your tea while mark drinks his coffee.

mark shrugs, laying his back against the chair. “i dont think so? he has that ‘bad boy but obedient’ vibes.” you eyebrows furrow, but you slowly nod your head as you start to understand his view of taeyong.

“well i hope he wont let his girlfriend and him cause such commotion again. it took us so long to get out.” you whine, looking at the time on your phone. “we fucking got out like 30 minutes after! you know how much i hate getting off campus late.”

mark chuckles, running his hand through his hair. “we know, sweetie. we know.”

“dont call me that i swear-”

“suckass.”

“bitch.”

the two of you laugh happily and take a sip of your drinks at the same time before discussing about today’s lecture.

friday comes and you see the gifts placed neatly on your table yet again. you roll your eyes and slouch into your seat. you are now too tired to even throw away the gifts and you give up doing so.

more people soon start to fill the seats of the lecture hall. when the professor walks in, you notice that the seat beside you is empty. you purse your lips into a thin line and shrug your shoulders, thinking that taeyong isnt going to come today.

“taeyong. its only your second day yet you’re already late.” your head lifts up from your table to see taeyong standing by the door. you rest your chin on the palm on your hand as you were intrigued by him again like the first time you saw him on wednesday. why? you dont even know yourself.

taeyong rushes in and sits down next to you. what surprised you is the fact that the same girl is standing outside. the murmurs and whispers come again. you swear you can get a headache from it.

you see her blowing a kiss to taeyong, making everyone shout and fangirl over her before she leaves and the hall is back to being silent. you turn your head to taeyong, who immediately look back at you.

“is she that crazy over you?” you ask, taking out your pen and beginning writing notes. “yeah. but i fucking hate it.” taeyong replies. you chuckle lowly as your eyes remain on the projector yet you could see taeyong blinking his eyes, as if you had an effect on him.

“she seems rich. you’re after her money, arent you?”

“it’s because i cant get away from her parents.”

“hm its also for the money. i can tell.” you look down at his outfit, a lot of it are designer and authentic clothing items. you laugh softly with amusement.

“why are people scared of you?” your eyes immediately darkens and you slowly turn your head to face taeyong, staring down at him. taeyong sucks air into his cheeks and glances somewhere else. laughing quietly at his reaction, you smile softly.

“let’s just say i have a bad reputation. yet im popular for some reason. its seriously annoying.”

taeyong looks down at the gifts that you have thrown off your table. “i can tell. you seem bold and intimidating.”

you take out your phone to scroll through your social medias in boredom. “bold and intimidating huh? you’re an interesting one. i like it.” you glance at the clock when you hear people starting to pack up. you too start to pack up as well.

taeyong is still seated on his seat, writing down the notes he missed from talking to you. you figured that he couldn’t multitask like you. before you stand up to get out of the hall you turn to taeyong. again it looked like his senses were all heightened and he’s being wary of you.

you got closer to him, faces inches apart. he didn’t move at all. his eyes still on you. you smirk softly, licking your bottom lip as you eyed him narrowly like looking at a delicious candy.

“looks like you arent intimidated by me. i like you.” you whispers softly, laughing loudly as you see mark waiting for you at the door. you quickly got up and went to mark. as the two of you exited the hall, you look back to taeyong. he’s still glued to his seat, not moving, his mouth gaping open slightly.

“oi let’s go.” you hear mark shout as you notice him already walking away. you smirk widely and follow behind mark.

“im sorry what?”

“let me cheat on her with you.”

“no.”

you glare at taeyong as you take a bite from your meal. you and taeyong are having lunch on campus together and it never fails to have eyes glued onto you whenever you’re with taeyong. you’re only option is to hang out with tayeong since mark didnt come today. you have yet to ask him why.

“come on please! if she sees me with someone like you she’ll be too scared to get near me then i can finally break up with her.” taeyong whines, grabbing your cup of iced tea and taking a sip.

“protect your reputation, taeyong. look around. you being with me is already giving people a bad impression of you.” taeyong does what you say, looking around and realising that a lot of people were staring at you two. he turns back to find you picking on your food.

“you’re the only one i know around here. itll only be until me and her break.”

you eyes trailed up from your food to meet taeyong’s. you put your fork down and sat up straight, tilting your head slightly. “what’s in it for me?” people around you know very well that wouldnt do something without getting something back in return. it didnt take taeyong long to know that due to the constant whispers about you around campus.

“ill let you have the money she gives me?” taeyong says nervously. you click your tongue. you were definitely intrigued when taeyong says the word ‘money’. taeyong smiles sheepishly as he waits for your answer.

“ill do it.” taeyong’s face lits up in an instant. you however were smiling devilishly, looking down at your prey. “get ready though. im not an easy one.”

taeyong blinks his eyes rapidly. his eyes definitely says he’s intimidated. but his body says otherwise, looking calm and composed.

“i know. itll be fun.” your eyes widen slightly as you see taeyong smirking under his soft smile. you raise your eyebrows and chuckle in amusement.

“oh im sure it will, ty.”

“you sure that’ll work?” you roll your eyes and rub your temples. you lost count of how many times you have tried to explain the plan to taeyong.

“you said she comes here to have coffee before she picks you up right? she doesnt know we ended early today so we’ll probably run into her. then i’ll just flirt with you or something. just follow my lead.” taeyong nods slowly.

you shrug your shoulders and let your body sink into the comfortable seat. you and taeyong are at a pretty high class cafe and it felt good to drink some quality tea instead of the cheap ones you have to put up with living as a broke college student.

you drink your tea as you eyed taeyong. he looks anxious, constantly looking out the window and sucking his draw despite his cup already being empty. you groan to catch taeyong’s attention. “you need to chill. have you never flirt with anyone before?” taeyong shakes his head, biting his straw. you gape your mouth and clap your hands.

“no way! you’re good looking. you cant tell me that snobby girl is the only one you ever dated.”

“she is.”

you choked on your drink, proceeding you laugh hysterically. taeyong furrows his eyebrow. “you better find a better girlfriend once you break up with her ty.�� taeyong frowns, running his hand through his silk soft-looking hair. “im not interested in dating.” taeyong mumbles. you only hum in response.

looking up from taeyong, you see the girl walking down the street, about to enter the cafe. you tapped taeyong’s hand quickly, making him flinch.

“okay she’s coming, act natural. like how we are now.”

“wait what i-”

you immediately peck his lips to shut him up. taeyong widens his eyes in shock, his body completely frozen at your touch. you smirked widely as you see the girl standing outside, with her eyes filled with anger and her hand clenching into fists tightly. you chuckle in an evil manner. “her she comes.” you whisper in a sing-song tone.

taeyong looks straight at the door as she finally steps into the cafe and stomps over to your table. you smile widely, putting in your innocent act.

“who’s she, tae?” taeyong doesn’t reply, looking at you. you raise both your eyebrows and roll your eyes. slowly, your fingers crawl up to taeyong’s hand on the table, touching his fingers as you jerked your head to her.

“a friend.” taeyong replies simply.

she scoffs. you ran your hand through your hair. “and why are you guys here?”

you click your tongue and chuckle lowly. you look at her, noticing that she’s eyeing you like a prey. clearly she’s jealous right now. with her arms crossed and eyes. you knew.

“we finished quite early actually. you dont mind me hanging out with him, do you? im sure you know he’s new and im his only friend.” you say softly, turning to taeyong and biting your lip seductively. a smirk slowly creeped up taeyong’s mouth. you’re surprised that he suddenly looks confident rather than the first time you two met when he was looking all intimidated and nervous around you.

“yeah, its true.” taeyong winks playfully at you. you only hum in response before looking up to the girl. she furrows her eyebrows in anger.

“hm you wanna hang out with him, right? alright ill leave.” you stand up and shove your phone into your back pocket. as you walk past behind taeyong, you bend down beside him and got close to his ear, acting as if you were whispering something as you stared at the girl. oh the look on her face. you laugh inside your head. you stand up straight and ran your fingers seductively behind taeyong’s shoulders before exiting the cafe. you could have sworn that you heard her growling under her breathe.

“you should have seen the look on her face!” you laugh crazily, slamming your hand against your thigh and taking another sip of mark’s drink. you were too lazy to buy your own.

“man why didn’t you tell me all this before?! i would have followed you guys and watch the shit go down.” mark whines. you grin widely and shake your head.

“im so sorryy.” you take in deep breathes to calm yourself down.

“taeyong must have been surprised when he sees you go into that mode. i remember the first time you helped me get my parents to not force me to be in relationships after they knew im “dating” someone like you.” mark chuckles.

“well he was shocked at first. but he surprisingly acted well.”

mark nods his head. you sigh as you look around the campus and you see taeyong walking with his headphones on. you smile softly.

“if you’ll excuse me, ill put on my ‘cheating’ role now and go to taeyong. text me alright!” you stand up from your seat and did you signature handshake with mark before speeding over to where taeyong was.

your hand loops around his arm as you pull him close. taeyonh flinches but relaxes when he notice it’s you. “so how did she react?” you ask, walking happily.

taeyong shrugs and takes off his earpiece, unplugging it from his phone and shoving it into his tote bag. “she was definitely jealous. she gave me a lecture on how i shouldnt be with you cuz you looked like a bitch.” you gasp sarcastically, placing your hand on your chest as you gaped your mouth widely. taeyong chuckles at your reaction.

“a bitch? what about her? tsk..” you roll your eyes.

“i can safely assure you that you’re way better than her.” you laugh in response.

“of course i am.” you wink at taeyong. “also what’s her name? you never told me.”

“soyoung. oh by the way.” taeyong stops in his tracks. you stop as well and let your arm off taeyong’s. taeyong digs into his tote bag. after awhile, he pulls out money. you smile almost immediately.

“she gave it to me. in a way to bribe me not to hang out with you.” you lean forward and snatch the money away and counted it. and boy was it a lot of money.

“she’d pay this much for you to stay away from me? she really is a bitch.” you slid the money into your wallet.

“too bad though. she’ll be seeing me with you more often.” you start to walk forward, but you stop and turn your head back. taeyong was standing still and staring at you. you see him snap out of hid thoughts and shake his head before walking towards you.

“sorry about that. let’s go.” you only shrug your shoulders as the two of you walk out of campus.

“you’re meeting her this sunday?” taeyong nods. you look around taeyong’s apartment. it wasnt big, big enough for two people but he’s the only one lving here. the decor is simple and he place doesn’t look messy. you figured it suited him well.

“we’ll be together before you’re suppose to meet her and have her see us together.”

taeyong widens his eyes and tilts his head. “that’ll be intense.” you raise an eyebrow and chuckle.

“isnt that what cheating is all about, ty?” you shake your head, acting disappointed. you hear him let out a ‘tsk’. you laugh.

“all right. looks like you’re taking me out sunday night. ill dress up.”

“dont you always dress up? your outfits upstages everyone when i see you on campus.”

you peck taeyong’s cheek playfully. taeyong jumps back at your sudden move. you smiled widely.

“you know i always look good.”

you suddenly feel taeyong pulling you and placing you on his lap. you tilt your head in confusion. “what’s this?”

taeyong’s breathing slows down as his eyes glaze your face intensively, as if admiring every inch of it.

“sounds weird but i find you very fucking hot.. its irresistible.” taeyong whispers, raising his hand to twirl a section of your hair around his fingers.

“oh and please book me a grab home. im heading out now so text me aites.” you stand up from the couch and wave to taeyong before leaving his apartment and closing the door.

as you were waiting for taeyong to pick you up on his motorbike, you look down at your outfit. you’re wearing a really short grey pleated skirt with a white lace bralette and a oversized checkered blazer as an outerwear. you don’t usually wear skirts often, but you did need to play the part of being revealing so as to “attract” taeyong’s attention. you put the quotations on attract but you dont even know if taeyong would be attracted or not. you slightly hoped that he would for some reason.

you see a motorbike coming to a halt. you walk towards it as taeyong gets off. he takes off his helmet, ruffling his hair as he went to the trunk. you blink your eyes rapidly as you’ve never seen taeyong look this good. you snap out of your thoughts when taeyong passed you your helmet. the both of you wear the helmets at the same time as you give way for taeyong to get on the bike. after adjusting a little, taeyong jerks his head to gesture you to get on.

“sit properly if you dont want guys staring at your exposed thighs.” taeyong says, his voice being muffled by the shield of helmet. you pull your down your skirt slightly and rest your hand on your thighs, waiting for him to take off, but he doesn’t.

“put your hands somewhere else. it’s dangerous.”

“ouh right right..” you look at your sides to find any handles to hold onto but there weren’t any. you stare down at his back. shurgging, you wrap your arms around his waist and interlock your fingers togther. taeyong turns his head to you and looks forward before starting the mottorbike and driving. you dont even know where you’re headed but oh well.

after a drive of about 20 minutes, you finally feel the motorbike stop. you look beside you and notice there was a restaurant. a very high class one. you gap your mouth open in disbelief as you get off the bike and take off your helmet.

“you have dates to these places often?” you turn around to face taeyong who sighs and gets close to you to take your helmet, nodding slowly.

you scoff, your eyes scanning the entrance of the place up and down. you feel taeyong’s hand snake around your waist. “let’s not go inside yet.” you raise an eyebrow.

“then where are we going?”

taeyong leads you to the entrance of the restaurant, where there are benches aligned. you nod your head once taeyong take a seat on the bench and sit doen beside him.

“the place is secluded so id normally see people making out around here.” taeyong comments, glancing at his phone to check the time.

“well there’s a bar a few blocks down so i guess that’s why.” you only nod in response, looking in front as you watch the cars drive by. it made you think of one thing. “wait what does her car look like-“

taeyong swiftly wraps his arm around your waist and pull you on his lap. you blink at him as he jerks his head to the back of you. you assume that she arrived. you arch your back and let your hair flow down on one shoulder before wrapping your hands around his neck and pulling him into a deep kiss. taeyong’s grip on your waist tightens as you ran you hand through his hair and tilt your head to deepen the kiss even more. you felt taeyong’s hand roaming from your waist to your thigh, going up and down slowly.

for some reason, you were enjoying it. his lips on yours. you felt his hunger, neediness for you as he held you close as if to claim you’re his. you felt the same nonetheless. you liked it a lot. the two of you knew very well that this isnt acting anymore. it was real. the heat and needy tension. you didnt feel such a thing in a long time.

you suddenly flinch when you felt a hand on your shoulder, pushing you off taeyong’s lap. you turn around. “oh look who’s here! its soyoung.”

“the fuck did i just saw you doing with taeyong?” soyoung pushes you back further.

“i was about to have dinner with taeyong here.. but id figure it would be better to get free appetisers instead of having to pay for one.” you say confidently, brushing your thumb over you bottom lip as your eyes stared into hers.

soyoung scoffs and folds her arms. she looks down at your outfit. “you’ve been trying to seduce taeyong from the very start.” soyoung mutters under her breathe. you tilt your head as you grin widely.

“of course that’s what i’ve been doing idiot. taeyong really enjoys being with me though.” you turn your head to taeyong who was smirking widely and eyeing your outfit hungrily.

soyoung rubs her temples. with no words coming out her mouth, she turn away and walks to her car, getting into the driver’s seat and driving off. you slowly turn your head to taeyong who’s mouth is wide open. you laugh hysterically.

“oh my fucking god that was awesome!” you shout, clapping as you sit back down beside taeyong. taeyong smiles widely. “you really do have it in you.” taeyong compliments. you nudge his arm. “if you say you underestimated me i will beat you up.”

“please do. ruin me. every single moment i spend with you makes me fall and want you more. i love the dangerous side of you,”

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internalsealpanic · 4 years ago

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Do It Yourself Hauntings

Summary: You and Terry get extremely bored while on a group date as you walk through a haunted house. Terry has a brilliant idea that’s sure to chase away your boredom.

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a/n: Guess who is flagrantly avoiding homework to write a fic? So this is Cat!Reader x Terry McGinnis. Reader is still as gender neutral as I can make them so I went with the name ‘Stray’. A tid bit I could not write in organically is that reader is painfully shy in their civilian identity but has little to no inhibitions when in their night time persona. Another clarification is that this is the outfit I had in mind. It was legit the thing I had my heart set on when my lizard brain said Catwoman character.

Warnings: Adult language, clowns, clownery, and this maybe a tinsy bit spicy at one point (I tried) (kind of? Look, I just don’t want anyone going all mother superior on me. Just in case. ).

You were incredibly, stupidly, magnificently bored.

You shifted on your heels, letting them click and echo trying to distract yourself from the thrum of excess energy surging through your body.

It-It didn’t work.

The clicking only made you more anxious, plucking at your taut nerves like well-tuned guitar strings.

It probably didn’t help that you just came back from a dazzling night of heists and getting shot at. Adrenaline still flowing through your veins like molten ichor. Heart still floundering in your chest as if- at any moment- the cops would come rushing in and you would have to make your daring, if not dramatic, escape.

Between this and the sorry attempt at jump scares the poor underpaid actors subjected you to, your head started aching and your mood plummeted into something vile. Thankfully, your group was none-the-wiser unless all of them spontaneously decided to master micro-expressions then you were the picture of an apprehensive young adult trekking through a cheap haunted house.

Why did you agree to this again?

Pulse still pounding loudly in your ears and content with letting the others have their fun, you silently fall into the back of the group. There was a higher chance that you would encounter the cringe-inducing scares but you weren’t too concerned. Nope. You were more worried about the very real possibility that you might deck Nelson or Chelsea or Blade or whoever the fuck decided that girls need to play scared to make guys feel cool. Ok, yeah, the last one.

When Chelsea did another ill-timed flinch, scrabbling for Nelson’s arm, and Nelson ate it up, you swore your eyes would roll their way out of their sockets. Whoever popularized this needed to be shot. Twice.

There was always a possibility that they weren’t faking it, that they were genuinely terrified but you highly doubted it considering if anything actually scary happened, Nelson would be the first one to run.

Neck deep in your musings, you hadn’t noticed as Terry slowed to keep pace with you. He leaned down close enough to brush his lips against your skin and blew a light gust into your ear. You jumped clutching your ear feeling the heat spread through your body. You twitched away. The memory of his lips against your ear making your stomach dance. Your skin prickled with curiosity-

You glowered at him. You prayed that the embarrassment plain on your body language did not dampen the venom in your eyes.

“Told ya I could be scary,”

He winked.

You sighed.

Of course, he hadn’t let that go.

You rolled your head to the side and shrank into your puffy leather jacket trying to hide the bright flush of your cheeks. From the absolutely smarmy grin he gave you, he was enjoying this. Was this payback? It was probably payback. Payback for all the slag you said over the comms, the flirty little touches, or all the little kisses you dealt him every time you encountered him in the field.

Here’s a novel concept! Maybe don’t dish out what you can’t take.

“Compared to this place? Yeah,”

“Ouch, what’s got you in a mood?”

You leveled him a look. Terry leveled you with his own. You tilted your head ever so slightly to show the bruise blooming on your collar bone. He winced. His jaw clenched. You instantly regretted showing him when his brows were carved with guilt. Normally, you liked looking at Terry. Easy on the eyes kind of handsome. He only looked punchable in the Batsuit. But you could never stand the guilt and worry on his face, especially when you were the cause. It wasn’t even his fault. You took the blow knowing your armor wasn’t quite as enforced. That was on you.

You sucked in a breath and rolled your shoulders contorting yourself away from the ever-present need to apologize. Instead, you waved your hand vaguely at the cheaply constructed haunted house. “Admit it, this place is-”

“isn’t that-” He looked around rubbing the back of his neck. “-bad?”

“Terry, the scariest thing about this place is how many credits I wasted,” you deadpanned looking down at your, now, lighter wallet. It wasn’t physically lighter but you were a drama queen and you had a point to make.

Terry chuckled at your antics and rolled his eyes. “It’s got its charms,” You raised your brow and crossed your arms. His shoulders slumped then straightened, a teasing quirk to his lip curling. “Still better than doing that family studies paper,”

Ok, that you could agree on.

The rest of the walk was marginally bearable with you and Terry providing quiet commentary on each scare. It was hard to hold back laughter. Your body shook, nearly falling into a giggle fit several times. You got dirty looks from the others several times for the transgression of ‘ruining’ the mood. You were a little impressed that they had managed to make a mood for you to ruin. After all, what’s more romantic than zombie clowns and warehouses?

Your sides ached. You really wanted to just let out a laugh, a real full belly laugh but you hated your laugh. Terry, you thought, was aware of your broken plate laugh. Why did he keep trying to draw it out?

Your group made it into a large clearing. Your anxiety immediately ratcheted up with the wide-open space but relaxed after scanning the room. There was nowhere to put

Creaking and scraping of old rusty metals resonated in every corner.

Terry nudged you and pointed upward, directing your attention to the silhouette moving around in the rafters.

Your heart stopped momentarily but picked back up again as soon as you saw the graceless way the figure moved around.

A clown covered in gore and shards of metal jumped down from the rafters landing in the middle of your ragtag group. You scattered. You heard a few gasps. You even saw Nelson flinch. You took some petty satisfaction in being right.

You yawned less concerned with the crazy act he was putting on and more with how the hell he hasn’t landed on a single patron. You made your boredom plain. You’ve seen crazy. Your sides throbbed in protest of the reminder.

You looked down to distract yourself only to be met with the sight of floppy red clown shoes. Genuine, floppy, red clown shoes. You pinched the bridge of your nose and bit your lip. Your body trembled from trying to contain the laughter roiling in your stomach.

The man continued to spout something about keeping you all here for his entertainment. Blah. Blah. You crossed your ankles and leaned ever so slightly into Terry’s space, cocking your head to the opposite side. You yawned into your hand muffling the sound as best you could in an attempt to be polite. Terry had other ideas.

Terry leaned down into your ear making an exaggerated snoring sound. An ugly snort tore its way out of your nostrils loud enough to be heard over the clown’s overly dramatic soliloquy. You felt everyone’s eyes on you. You clamped your hand over your mouth to stifle the onslaught of snorts rising up from your chest. You narrowed your eyes at Terry who, at the moment, was also fighting his own fit of laughter. You couldn’t keep the smile off your face as you, in solidarity, tried not to laugh too hard at the expense of the wannabe Shakespeare actor.

You kind of felt bad.

Maybe.

Ok, you did. But not nearly enough to actually stop laughing. In your defense, Ace had more acting chops than this guy. But kudos, he was really into the bit.

He lunged at the two of you, fuming with smoke coming out of his ears. Terry grabbed you pressing you to his side and wrapping a protective arm around you. You let out an embarrassing little squeak. You witnessed as he cataloged it into the ‘stuff y/n is never gonna live down’ part of his brain. ‘Cute’ he mouthed silently. You cursed yourself. You turned to cuss at Terry-

The clown lunged at you again, murderous intent plain as day on his face. He snarled as you two dodged him easily with a quick sidestep. In the corner of your eyes, you could see the other actors look on in bewilderment. One of them shook her head clearly exasperated. Ok, so you unintentionally pissed off one of the actors. Great. Now, what?

The man lunged for you again. Dodging gracefully, you two turned on your heels and bolted leading him away from the group. You could hear the group collectively cheering him on behind you as you made your escape.

Technically, you could just knock him out and maybe go back to the group. One of you was the goddamn Batman while the other was Stray, thief extraordinaire, after all. But between the gasp of laughter and the playful grin stretching across Terry’s face like hell that was happening.

You two ducked into a corner tired and panting. You press yourself against the cool metal of the wall with Terry shielding you from view.

“You ok?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” You whisper, shrinking into your leather jacket feeling keenly aware of your lack of undershirt as the heat radiating from his skin pressed against yours. He leaned against you, closing the gap between the two of you. His panting breaths fanning against your skin, lips brushing against the bare skin of your collar. You bit out a curse as the color on your cheeks darkened. You swallowed a lump, heart floundering again. You felt him smile against your skin.

You like to say it was anger that flared up in you. You really would but the heat suffusing in your body said otherwise. You pushed at him weakly. “We have to get back,”

Terry stepped back giving you space. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in.

“You sure you want to? Bozo is still looking for us. That and you’ll probably still be bored,”

You tapped your foot and tilted your head considering it. You looked into his face searching for something. You sigh inwardly. “Yeah, no. I really don’t wanna go back. The scariest thing is still the amount of money we wasted and I have yet to be scared shitless,”

He smiled at you victoriously. “I have an idea,”

You blinked at him.“Ok, great job! Now, I’m pissing myself with fear,” You teased. You weren’t a fan of Terry’s ideas half the time but hell if they weren’t entertaining.

Terry rolled his eyes at you holding out his hand. “You brought your goggles, right?”

“McGinnis, I didn’t exactly have time to go home and-” You stilled, feeling his eyes trail down your chest before darting back up. Normally, when you were in costume, you left the zipper of your jacket open showing tantalizing glimpses of your soft flesh. Terry was absolutely not opposed to your costume choice unless you were in danger which was rare (thank you very much). This was what led to your current blushing predicament not that the other aspects of your costume were any less complementary. You sighed inwardly before stammering out “Yeah, I have my goggles,” Fishing them out of an inner pocket of your jacket, you waved them around half-heartedly.

“Schway! Come on follow me,” He said grabbing your wrist before you could see the flush creeping up his neck.

You rounded a couple of corners before stopping at a beam. He looked from left to right brow furrowed. He tapped his foot twice then somehow decided to go left. How the hell Terry managed to find his way around in the dark was a complete mystery to you. Your first guess is echolocation but the second, more logical guess, was that Bruce was a paranoid old man. Like a normal human, you were entirely dependent on the night vision mode of your goggles.

You stopped when Terry stretched his arm out in front of you. You squinted seeing another group of bored-looking patrons. You turn to Terry who was looking at them and seemingly analyzing the group and it clicked.

“Oh,” you whispered quietly as you understood what he was planning. He threw you a playful smirk knowing you wouldn’t be able to resist this golden opportunity to fuck around.

“I would like to go on record and say this is a terrible idea,”

“And yet you’re going along with it,”

You were about to protest but couldn’t really think of a good defense.

“You know, if you really wanted to scare them you could have just dressed up as old Brucie,”

You huffed and put your goggles on before crouching low. He followed suit bending low.

“Weeell, sorry. Your gremlin mug was the best I could do on short notice,”

You made a face of mock hurt which made him chuckle. “Am not,”

As it turns out, two vigilantes well-trained in sneaking around are actually pretty good at scaring people. In the last 5 minutes, you’ve scared four different groups of patrons all with varying reactions but all equally hilarious.

“Yanno we could probably scare Nelson,” Terry hummed innocently trying to keep the excitement out of his voice. You answered him with a vicious smile. “You just want payback for the prank he pulled yesterday,”

“And you want to see him piss himself,”

This was true.

“Ok, fine. What’s the game plan?”

“I’m glad you asked,” Terry chuckled knowing he’s got you hook, line, and sinker. You scoffed but let him lean closer to you to whisper his maniacal scheme.

“If this works I am going to cry-” You crowed ducking behind another row of boxes as you quietly trailed your group. “-Hand me your jacket,”

Completely avoiding your outstretched hands, he draped his jacket over you like a strange leather veil before giving your head a quick pat. “Hope you brought tissues then,”

“Like slag, this is gonna work,” You said quirking your brow and tilting your head to make the doubt plain on your face. Even with your vision impaired by your new headpiece, you could still admire how nice he looked in his shirt. Not that you let it show. You hoped.

“Just watch and learn nonbeliever,”

“Oh god he thinks he can pull off miracles now,” You sneered climbing on to his broad shoulders.

“Shhhhhhhh”

You pouted down at him crossing your arms. He shrugged his shoulders, the movement drawing a surprised yelp from you in turn making him snicker. You were about to open your mouth when your smoke trap was triggered.

Ok, this was a blatant abuse of your equipment but who was gonna tell you off? Bruce? Probably but the man was allergic to fun so being at a Halloween fair was, likely, safe.

Thick waterfalls of white smoke cascaded down from the rafters, blanketing the floor with a thick mist of curling smoke. The group stopped almost mystified by how well-timed the eerie effect was. You had to hold back a derisive snort when they all turned to each other confused.

Because, yes, this is what your hours of booby trap training have been leading up to.

Truly, a magnum opus of spite.

You could already see Nelson readying himself to bolt even as Blade and Chelsea hung off his arms. Petty satisfaction bloomed in you.

Ok, you may be a gremlin.

You threw your voice in a shrill cackle letting it echo and bounce in the room over the too slow circus music playing in the background. It was a chilling sound, the kind that rattled in bones and traveled up the spine. One that you’ve only ever used for pranks during long nights at the lab. You even felt Terry freeze up beneath you. His grip on your thighs getting tighter. How on earth you didn’t yelp or squeak or make any other little noise at that was the true miracle.

“Wha- what’s going on?“ Blade squeaked, pressing into the group.

"Didn’t we just pass the last attraction?!”

“Are you sure it was the last?”

“I don’t know man!”

The group shrank in on itself as the conversation grew more panicked. You felt Terry shaking from holding in laughter. You nudge him softly with your heel. He took a breath and nodded to tell you he was fine.

“Oh children, there’s no need to fuss,” You coo sickeningly sweet. You see them swallow taking in your presence heavy as it was.

“The fun’s only just beginning!” You shriek flicking on the orange lights of your goggles. Your shrill, shrieking voice transmuting over the speakers filling the room.

They screamed, scrambled, and scattered. Your nearly 10-foot silhouette hovering over them. They tripped over each other. Some of them pulling at each other. Some stepping over feet in their haste to get away. Pure terror etched themselves on their faces.

You let them all sprint to exit, watching their forms all disappear before bursting out into laughter.

“Did- Did you see their faces?!”

“Please tell me you were recording,“

“wait-” You choked grabbing for your goggles. You made a show of checking and letting your shoulders fall in disappointment.

Terry looked crushed. A vicious grin carved across your face. “Relax, I was,”

Terry’s slumped against the crate as he leaned back. He ran his hand through his black hair and began to laugh again.

You put your goggles back to your jacket pocket. You clutched at his jacket letting your ugly laugh tumble out of your lips. Terry planted a kiss on your nose making your breath hitch.

"What was that for?!” Your hands flying to your nose. Your fingers traced the small patch of skin he touched.

“You were just too cute,” He laughed ruffling your hair.

How do you respond to that? How could he say things like that so casually? Does he not know how many heart attacks it gives you?

“Jerk”

“PFFFFT”

“Don’t ‘pfffft’ me!” You bit out, throwing his jacket at him.

“Pfffft”

He stuck his tongue out at you.

“I-”

“Ahem!”

You both looked up to see a security guard and Bozo glowering down at you. You gave them both what passed for a sheepish, but not exactly, apologetic look.

The burly guard picked you both up by the scruff of your necks and hauled you out of the building. He tossed you out back as Bozo yelled “stay out” from the comfort of the guards back.

“Kick us out yourself, coward!” Terry yelled, shaking his fist like an old man. You slapped your forehead in an effort not to encourage him. Bozo glowered at him from behind his meat shield. Terry snarled. You grabbed his arm to stop him from doing anything stupid.

“I knew it was you two,” Max sighed, hand on her hip.

“How’d you guess?”

“Circus music,”

You looked at her uncomprehendingly before remembering your well-documented discomfort with circuses. You slapped your hand against your forehead. Terry, helpful as usual, snickered at you.

But before you could throw hands, Max spoke cleared her throat.

“You dumbasses are lucky they don’t press charges,” Max aggravated pinching the bridge of her nose. You had the decency to look a little sheepish at the accusation but Terry looked pleased which earned him a chastising look.

“Sorry, ma’am” You both grumbled as she pulled you both up.

All three of you walked in tandem. Max let up the responsible act.

“Not the worst group date you’ve been on, right?” Terry nudged.

“No, guess not,” You scoffed, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Stiiiiill not as bad as that time you got us caught by the Joker Gang~”

“That wasn’t even my fault,”

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Thanks for reading! Also please do not do this in real life. They will get mad at you even if their haunted house does stink.

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solastia · 4 years ago

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Sanctuary | 2

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x F!Reader

Summary: Your bed & breakfast has a new regular...Jeon Jungkook of BTS

You shuffle into your office, still a little sleepy despite having a shower and having a steaming cup of coffee in your hands. You weren’t sure what the cause of it was, but you’d been entirely too restless to sleep well. Too much excitement, perhaps?

You shrug to yourself and sit into your office chair with a loud yawn, ruffling your still damp hair as you power on your laptop. You still hadn’t received any reservations for this week and you were hoping someone would come by for the weekend at least. You had some honeymooners reserved for next week, but that didn’t help you now. An entire week without guests would put a noticeable deficient in the books.

That’s why when you pulled up your check-in program and saw that you’d been booked for the entire week by a single client, you had to verify that you weren’t still asleep. You pinched yourself and cringed at the pain, staring again at the program.

Sure enough, it was all still there. One client, for seven days straight. They’d booked the biggest room upstairs, the only one up there besides your own. What was incredibly strange is that they changed the offered rate. Normally, you were one of the cheapest places in the area and charged $120 a night. Not bad for one of the more expensive areas in Northern California. This person was offering you a deal of $300 per night, along with fees for meals and a hefty “to be discussed” tip if you were to close reservations for anyone else. They were trying to rent the whole place? So probably some celeb going for anonymity by hiding in an unknown B&B.

You shrugged. It wasn’t that crazy, although most local celebs tended to hang out in Carmel rather than around here. And it certainly wouldn’t be the first one you’d hosted, simply the first one that had been so generous. The other two were well-known names and you’d been expecting a hefty tip from them but they’d been surprisingly tight-fisted. One had even tried to argue your nightly fee down in exchange for using the name of your place on his social media. You’d been happy to decline.

While a little more business would be nice, you didn’t want the place overrun. You wanted it small and cozy. Safe, for yourself as well as your guests. The whole purpose of the place was to have somewhere calm and comfortable to escape to.

This person must be especially desperate if they were booking the entire place to be alone. There wasn’t a mention of them bringing any other guests with them. You exhaled noisily and clicked accept, sending them a little welcome email with all the instructions they’d need. You wondered with a self-amused grin if you should start putting a little footnote mentioning that celebrity scandals or drug-filled parties were not allowed on the premises.

You lean back in your chair when you’re done, taking sips of your now luke-warm coffee as you think over everything that you have to do to get ready. According to the form they filled out, they’d be arriving that evening. You kept the house in shape daily so you didn’t have much to do in the way of chores, but you should make a menu for the week, get the fireplace in the room prepped, and hit up a few of your friends for the local event tickets.

Thor comes up and bumps your thigh, reminding you that you still had to take him out.

“I got you, buddy,” you chuckle, standing up with a groan and going to fetch his leash. “We have a long day ahead of us, and then maybe you’ll have a new friend for a bit, huh? You gotta be on your best behavior.”

Thor barks softly and you pretend he’s answering you instead of demanding you hurry the hell up with your shoes. You decide at the last minute to throw on a hoodie too since the temperature was lowering fast. You hiss as you step outside and hope that Thor manages to get his business done fast. But even the chill wasn’t enough to bring down your mood. Today was going to be a great day. You could just feel it in your bones.

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You had just finished putting another batch of cookies in the oven when you heard someone arrive and ring the little bell you kept on the front desk.

“Good evening! I’ll be right there, but go ahead and shut the door if you want!” You holler from the kitchen as you wash your hands.

You’d left the door open just in case they came around while you were putting around the place, but now that they were here you could finally turn on the heater.

You dry your hands and pat down your shirt and pants as you walk, hoping you didn’t look too casual. Jeans and a flowy blue button-up blouse with matching flats seemed casual yet comfortable. And you were wearing your pearls just in case they were the stuffy sort that would look down on you for not looking at least a little professional.

“Hi, welcome to Sanctuary! I’m -”

“Hey, Noona,” a cheeky-toned voice answered as you turned the corner and entered the foyer.

Your eyebrows fly up as you see the tall figure standing there. “Jungkook?”

He looks...fucking glorious. Black pants that look like they are painted on tucked into those stomper boots he seems to love. Plain black t-shirt tucked into his pants and a blue flannel shirt over that. Sitting next to him is a large black backpack that is easily half as big as him.

He grins cockily and leans against the desk. “They gave me a couple of weeks off so I’m here on vacation. Please take care of me,” he bows with mock formality.

“You’re the one that booked the whole place, right?” you ask, bringing up your computer application to check him in. He leans in way too close and looks over your shoulder as you work.

“Yup! One of the managers did the form though. Did he do everything I asked? Up the rate and made sure you feed me?”

You snort, “Yes, Jungkook. They are paying me an astronomical amount and I have plenty of food. Although, I only went shopping for one normal person. You’ll probably go through it all it two days, so make me a list.”

He chuckled lowly and you shivered, feeling his breath on your ear.

“Well, I’m not eating every meal here. I’m going to go out sometimes, too. Maybe noona can show me some nice places?”

You struggle to hold back a smile. “I’ll see what I can do.”

A shrill beeping started in the kitchen and Jungkook jumped back, looking around curiously.

“Cookies,” you answered the silent question. You finish typing a couple of things in the program than jump up and rush towards the kitchen, amused to notice Jungkook hot on your heels.

You shove your hand in a glove and pull out the pan, your own stomach rumbling a little from the delicious smell of chocolate chip cookies. It probably also didn’t help that in your rush to prepare for your guest you might have forgotten your own meals.

You scoop them onto the wire rack, so focused in the work that you forgot about the other person beside you until his thieving hands begin reaching towards one of the scalding hot cookies. You smack it with the spatula.

“Let it cool,” you order unapologetically, forgetting for a moment he was an actual guest. His sheepish grin assured you that there were no hard feelings. And that he would probably do it again.

“Are you hungry for actual food?”

He nods quickly, helping himself to one of the bar stools at your prep counter.

“Yeah. I ate this morning, but then I had to finish this interview before they’d let me go free. And that means an hour in hair and makeup for five minutes of questions,” he rolls his eyes and props his cheek onto his hand as he watches you.

“Ugh,” you grunt sympathetically. You look around for the menu you’d made for the week and hand it to him. “Look this over, will you? Let me know if there’s anything you don’t like.”

He silently reads your list as you prepare him a plate of cookies and a glass of milk. And maybe you sneak a couple for yourself as well.

Finally, he nods and tosses it over. “It’s good. Maybe add some Korean food if you know how to make any. I noticed there weren’t any restaurants.”

“Yeah, this place isn’t really known for its diverse cuisine. But if you want fifty seafood places, we have you covered.”

He snorts, “Kinda like home.”

You laugh, remembering how many little food carts littered Busan’s beaches.

You place his snack in front of him and he dives in happily, his eyes wide with happiness. You slide into the seat next to him and study him.

“So, Jeon Jungkook. What are your plans for the week? Are you going to stick around the house most of the time or should I maybe find some places for you to visit? I have lots of friends that I can get tickets from.”

He takes a huge gulp of milk and sighs contentedly before he answers. He shrugs, “Mostly around here. This is my time to actually relax. Definitely going to the beach and taking some photos. Other than that, I don’t know.”

“Hmm,” you hum, propping your chin in your hand. “The main attractions out here are all marine-based, so it’s up to you if you want to see any of it or if it’s all just old news to a Busan boy. But we do have the marine sanctuary nearby, there’s whale watching, and I think the butterfly exhibit is still going on. It really depends on how far you’re willing to travel. Monterey has even more things to do.”

He looks almost shy when he glances up at you. “Is it okay if we just stay here tonight?”

Your filthy disgusting mind conjures up all sorts of things hearing a sentence like that coming from Jeon Jungkook’s mouth, but you gulp and hope your voice sounds normal.

“Yup. Of course. It’s your vacation. Most guests don’t even interact this much with me. They just check-in and have meals sent to their room.”

“It’s okay. I like having noona around,” he grins, his eyes crinkling mischievously. Brat.

He looks around suddenly. “Hey, where’s Thor?”

“I usually keep him in my room until I figure out how pet-friendly the guest actually is.”

“You can let him run around, I’m fine,” he grins with excitement and follows behind when you get up and head towards the stairs.

Once you reach the top you can already hear Thor sniffing on the other side. You fling open your bedroom door and let him practically fly towards Jungkook. The man tries to sneak a peek inside before you slam the door shut, not ready to let the international celebrity see your mess.

Instead, you nod towards the room across the hall and gesture with your arm.

“This one is yours.”

He grins softly and walks around peeking at everything, patting the covers of the bed until Thor jumps up. He sits next to him and nods.

“It’s so nice. You did a good job.”

“Thanks,” you grin lopsidedly as you take a quick look around. “I think I did okay too. I’m no interior designer, but I was hoping for homey.”

“It’s relaxing,” he agrees with a nod. “I couldn’t even do this with my own place. I just threw some blankets on the floor and set up my PC. I don’t even think I have proper dishes. I had to eat cereal out of the plastic bag inside,” he giggles.

You shake your head, unsurprised really.

“This TV is pretty big too,” he grunts as he climbs towards the headboard of the bed, then crosses his ankles with a sigh, setting against the plush pillow behind him and playing with the remote. “Do you get all the channels?”

“Yeah,” you nod, standing there awkwardly now as he gets comfortable. You should probably go make dinner now or something, right?

“Oh nice,” he suddenly exclaims exactly, tossing the remote away. “Deadpool is on. Come watch, noona,” he says, patting the spot next to him on the bed.

His eyes are huge and there’s not a single hint on his face that this is a joke. He looks innocent and earnest. Just where was this “shy” Jungkook you’d always heard about?

You shuffle towards the bed and slowly lower yourself onto it, trying your best to avoid actual contact with him. He didn’t seem to approve because he actually scooted closer until his rock hard thigh was pressed right up against yours.

“Get comfortable, noona. I don’t have rabies,” he chuckled, tugging you down a little more until you were sharing a pillow.

Fuck. How was it possible for a man to smell so good, you moaned in your head. Thor - the traitorous bastard - was cuddled in a circle right in between Jungkook’s legs. He looked well on his way to taking a nap.

You focus on the tv, not really watching the movie, and trying instead not to hyperventilate. He was so close and you didn’t know what to do with your hands. You felt like a nervous teenager.

It was probably midway through the movie when you first heard it. A tiny little wheeze. Then, the man next to you felt like he was slipping. You turn and grin when you notice that Jungkook is pretty much out for the count. His head has slipped right onto your shoulder and his mouth is wide open as he sleeps, his nose making a cute little rattle instead of outright snores.

You huff and look around, yawning as the feeling of laying in bed finally begins to catch up with you as well. You hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before, so it was understandable. But Jungkook probably didn’t get much sleep on a regular basis, so you’d hate to disturb him now. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to rest your eyes for a little bit. Just until it was time to make dinner.

You give in to the lazy feel of the room and shut your eyes, snuggling into the pillow a little more. You barely noticed when a strong arm flipped you over gently and pulled you closer.

#bts #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #fanfiction #jungkook x reader #jungkook #noona #bts scenarios #jungkook scenarios #mxr #sanctuary #solastia

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rainbowcaleb · 4 years ago

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impossible magic

fictober prompts: 4 "incantations" mixed with 5 "you are here"

CW: blood, implied torture, imprisonment, chains, disassociation, hurt with a dash of comfort at the end, also mutual pining~

((also available on ao3 if you’d rather read there))

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If he died, there would be no coming back.

It was a secret Essek kept carefully hidden away. It was the reason behind the argument that pushed his father away to a place he didn’t return. His mother must know. There was nothing that escaped her notice and his father had no love enough for his son to keep his secret. But Essek knew his mother was like himself in one important way; she was a master at compartmentalizing information if it could be used.

Right now Essek didn’t really care about whatever political machinations he had inherited. The tiniest whisper of regret was trickling across his consciousness much like the drops of blood that had finally slowed their flow down his forehead.

He had woken from unconsciousness held strictly in place by manacles and chains. His arms were pulled taut behind him, mere inches of chain holding his wrists down to the shackles on his ankles. Every link, every piece, every ounce of the metal was heavily enchanted to block any magical escape. Even if Essek had any feeling left in his fingers, he wouldn’t be able to cast.

Sparing no expense, his captors had his neck collared with a thick heavy ring, just tight enough to drag painfully when he tried to swallow. Another enchantment laced through it and he knew if he tried to speak magic it would shock him with lightning. He knew because he had already attempted one desperate incantation. The collar was attached by a short length of chain to the wall behind him, so he wasn’t even able to find relief by lying on the ground without choking himself. He was forced to stay upright, his voice the only boon still left to him, but all his decades of magic rendered useless.

Essek had long stopped feeling the pain of his legs against the uneven stone floor and he had long lost track of the time. It was more than a week. He had scraped bloody lines on the floor with his knee to keep the time, but after the days kept going and going, he had lost the motivation to bother. No water came. No sustenance. No visitors. But they didn’t want him dead, otherwise he would be already.

This was calculated torture. They were waiting for him to break. Since his captors had taken the risk of leaving his voice in place, clearly they were hoping for him to give information. Otherwise, why not just slash his throat and be done with him? Perhaps they knew, impossibly somehow they knew Essek only had this current life and to kill him would end the trail of any of his secrets. He could be locked away by an enemy that intimately knew him. And now they were simply waiting. Essek wanted to heroically believe he could last until a rescue came, or perhaps he could overpower his captor, but he knew he was too weak. They had already won when they captured him.

It was some amorphous time between one week and two when the first visitor came. A bucket of ice cold water was dumped on his head, waking him from a feverish daydream, and he opened his mouth trying to catch whatever drops he still could.

There was a laugh from some distance a few feet away, male or female he couldn’t tell, and then footsteps receding before the slam of a door.

It would be another week before another bucket of water. They were doing the bare minimum to keep him alive. They were waiting. They were patient.

All Essek could do was try and keep his mind. He had lost motivation and strength long ago. If it wasn’t for the collar and chain holding him upright, he would have collapsed many days ago. Essek had to hold grasp onto his mind, the most important part of him, his most powerful part. He could not lose this too. He repeated lines of incantations, imagining their sigils and components in his mind's eye, but being careful not to move his mouth. He did not know if anyone was watching or what they were watching for. He started with the first spell he ever learned, testing his memory too, and then worked through each spell variation until he advanced to its final form. And then he would pick the next simple spell, working through each one like a library in his head, keeping his mind occupied. His whole body had surpassed from pain into nothingness. Essek felt completely detached from anything material around him. All he had was the repetitions of incantations, the words a rhythm in his head that kept his heart beating.

Another ice cold drench of water. It woke him from a fitful sleep, having dozed off somewhere between reciting dunamantic spells. His body protested, the tension against his shackles friction again as the water trickled down. It was a terrible reminder of where he was.

He coughed out his first word spoken since he was brought here. “W-who?” Essek didn’t need to know why.

The voice just laughed again, mirthlessly. He heard the door shut again.

Even though time had completely slipped from him, Essek had come to expect the water that came in a regular pattern.

It did not come that week.

There was something warm and glowing near his legs. His first thought was that perhaps his mental incantations had impossibly broken through the spells on his manacles and a drift globe had materialized. Something small and soft patted his knee. He smelled sulfur. Then there was an earthshaking explosion and the door he assumed was somewhere in this room was knocked down onto the ground. Essek’s eyes were still closed, he barely opened them anymore, but he could still see shocking orange light through his eyelids. Then it dimmed.

He heard scuffling, metal being dragged, multiple footsteps. Something grazed his face, but it was so light it felt like he imagined it. Essek felt the tension of the chains snap and he toppled sideways, suddenly loose from his bonds. Softness caught him instead of the hard stone floor. The last string of fight that had been forcing him to stay awake snapped.

Essek woke lying down. It felt like the first time in a decade that his body wasn’t twisted into a terrible position. He opened his eyes. It took more strength than he expected to force his eyelids open. He didn’t bother trying to move his limbs. The pain was greatly dulled, but the exhaustion was filling his bones with lead.

He didn’t recognize where he was. The whole room emanated a soft amber glow, the walls a plain ocher paint, the floor a polished wood. Essek tilted his gaze as far as he could and he saw a small nightstand beside him, a pitcher of clear water next to a glass, and several emptied potion bottles beside it. He was in a bed. Someone had found him and cured him and tucked him into bed. Essek knew who. As his senses woke up from however long he’s been asleep, he knew. The magic he felt flowing through this entire room told him with certainty. Caleb.

There was a click and a door opened. Essek didn’t turn his head to look, but several footsteps entered. He saw the familiar blue of Jester lean over him.

“Oh my gosh we were getting so worried, it's been days, we didn’t know when you would wake up and it’s been kinda crazy having to haul you out and have Caleb recast the Tower and stick you back in and-”

“J-jester.” Essek’s voice felt tight with under-use.

“Yes, that’s me!” She gave him a blinding smile. “You remember! You were kinda delirious when we found you, like you didn’t recognize us and were mumbling spells under your breath. You didn’t cast anything though, I don’t think you had anything left in you.”

Caleb was over her shoulder, looking at Essek with a guarded expression.

“H-how, there?” Essek asked.

Caleb finished his thought. “We heard you.”

He had so many more questions, but his voice wasn’t cooperating. Jester picked up on this.

“It’s a long story, but I was trying to send you a message about Vess, ‘cause we were gonna do this thing for her but there were some crazy red flags and we thought you might’ve heard something, any anyways your reply was super weird. It was like you were whispering on the other side of a door and it was hard to hear you and it didn't even make any sense. Just a couple words in between some long pauses.”

“It was a spell. When Jester repeated the words to us, I recognized it as your Echo spell.”

Essek had no memory of a Message, or doing any magic. The only thing he could imagine was that somehow his repeated incantations had briefly broken through the shackles.

“Well, whatever it was totally made me worry! It was so random and weird for you to respond like that. And then when I scryed it was like a big blank space and then I got booted out from the vision with a painful shove! It was scary enough that I Messaged our housekeeper, gosh I had almost forgotten we had gotten one but thank goodness we did, and had her go look at your house and there were some weirdo guards posted outside who said you were not to be disturbed. But they were totally unconvincing and weird.”

He was barely following the story. The drag of sleep was threatening him again, and nothing felt better than the soft bed he was resting in at the moment. Essek tilted his head to look properly up at Caleb. There were bags under his eyes, nothing new, although they looked darker than he last remembered. There was a mostly healed cut across his cheek and the cuffs of his coat looked dusty black with ash.

“Jester, can you find Caduceus? I think this calls for some tea.”

“Can’t you get one of the cats to-”

“Jester.”

“Okay, fine, fine. I can take a hint.” She winked at Caleb and stepped out the room, closing the door behind her.

Essek kept his eyes open, trying to take in Caleb’s face as the guarded expression was faltering under the weight of something happening in his thoughts. Caleb’s arm jerked forward, then paused, but he completed his movement to gently brush a lock of hair from Essek’s forehead.

“I will not ask, because I know the answer will be ‘no I am not okay’.” Caleb gave him a wry smile but then it faded again “We were...We investigated and what we found, or didn’t find that is, was disturbing. So many lies so easily spread, and you-” The hand returned to Essek’s face, the lightest sweep of Caleb’s thumb across his cheek. “We were worried.”

Maybe he still had a tinge of delirium, but Essek had to ask. “And you?”

There was the briefest shock in Caleb’s eyes, like he hadn’t expected the question. But Essek had to know. In between the flow of magic words that kept his mind occupied, the daydream (painful, beautiful, impossible) that came to him was the memory of teaching spells to Caleb. Of wanting to teach him more. Of wishing to spend more time with him. Of pursuing that thread of something that seemed to keep pulling them back to each other. He had to know.

Caleb leaned over and pressed his lips to Essek’s forehead, familiar yet unfamiliar, the touch feeling much more intimate in this position while alone in the room.

“I was worried.” Caleb’s words were a puff of hot breath across his forehead. Then he straightened back up and pulled his hand away.

“Caleb-”

“Do not make me say more.” There was a small smile on his lips, but Caleb’s eyes looked sad.

“Not now...We-,” Essek was really wishing his throat felt less like glass. “Can we talk later?”

There was a noise at the door as the handle turned. Caleb didn’t turn to see who it was and instead kept his gaze on Essek.

“Yes.” He stepped back as Caduceus and Jester walked into the room. “Yes, later.”

Essek was given another cold potion and warm hands of healing, and then he drifted off into unbothered sleep. Whatever they had given him was preventing any restlessness or dreams. However, Essek still found himself chanting a spell to himself as he sank into sleep; it was the first spell he had taught Caleb, its words as familiar and soothing as that memory itself.

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oliviastan17 · 5 years ago

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Just a dream (2/7)

Length: 3.1k

Warnings: 18+, language, fluff, smut, abusive ex, shit ton of angst

A/N: You all asked for part 2 so here it is! This picks up right where part 1 ended. I hope you like it! Hopefully part 3 will come soon! Reblog if you feel like it! DO NOT POST TO ANY OTHER WEBSITE! I do not own any of the gifs.

When Sebastian woke up the next morning you weren’t in bed with him. He sat up on the edge of the bed and looked at his clothes still piled up on the floor. He could not have stopped the smile from forming on his face if his life depended on it.

He slid his jeans on and zipped them up while walking from your bedroom to your living room. He found you sitting at your dining room table with one knee up by your chest while you read something on your laptop. You took a bite out of a piece of pumpkin pie you were holding like a slice of pizza when you heard him laugh.

“Don’t judge me,” you said with a warning tone and your mouth full.

“No judgment here. Only adoration,” he said as he walked over to you. He leaned over and gave you a kiss that was interrupted by your phone buzzing on the table. You glanced at the caller ID and rejected the call with a swipe of your finger.

“There’s coffee over there if you want some,” you said while pointing to the coffee pot.

“Do you want to go get real breakfast?”

“Pumpkin pie is the breakfast of champions. I’m shocked you don’t know that.”

He laughed while pouring himself a cup of coffee.

“No, I actually have to start getting ready for a meeting,” you said with a slight pout as you stood up to refill your coffee. Your phone buzzed again and you rejected the call again. He took a sip of his coffee as you walked towards him wearing only your red sweatshirt from the night before and some black underwear. He pulled you in for kiss. As he deepened the kiss he quickly picked you up off the floor and set you on the counter in the kitchen. He had one arm around your waist and was stroking your thigh with his other hand.

“No, you can’t do this to me now. I really have to go to this meeting,” you said as you pulled away. You didn’t want him to stop but you needed him to so you could keep your job.

He took a deep breath. “Can I see you tonight?”

“If you let me get ready now, then, yes,” you said as you smiled and kissed him.

“Yeah…” Kiss. “You should…” Kiss. “Get ready…” Kiss.

Your phone buzzed once again.

“For fuck’s sake,” you grunted while hoping off the counter. You grabbed your phone off your table and rejected the call for the 3rd time that morning.

“Do you need to get that?”

“It’s just those annoying robocalls,” you lied. “I’m gonna get in the shower. I can drop you by your place on the way to my meeting if you want.”

There was something about the way you changed the subject so quickly that stood out to him. You had already gone into your bathroom and closed the door or he would have questioned you more.

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The next few weeks were crazy busy for both of you. There were long night shoots which were brutal to say the least and then the added task of trying to switch your sleep schedules back to normal was driving you crazy. You were still finding time to see each other and staying the night together a few times a week but he couldn’t help noticing you were being a little distant. And he didn’t know why.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked. You were being so quiet at dinner and barely ate.

“Huh? Oh…uh sorry. I’m just so stressed right now…and tired. Work is crazy,” you said with a forced smile.

“Let’s go. I’ll take you home.”

You pulled your phone out to check the time and then placed it on the table.

“I’m just going to go to the bathroom before we go.”

Something’s not right he thought to himself.

He paid the bill and checked some emails while he waited for you. Your phone lit up on the table with a text message and the light caught his eye. Underneath the notification he noticed it said you had 17 missed calls. 17? Yeah, something is definitely not right.

“Ready?” you asked as you walked back up to the table and placed your hand on his back.

“Yeah.”

The ride home was quiet. Sebastian was having an internal debate on whether he should confront you about the missed calls or just let it go. Your mind was preoccupied. You were just staring out the window with your elbow resting on door and your hand holding your head up.

“You still getting those robocalls?” he asked staring straight ahead at the road.

“Yeah. I’ve blocked some of them but others keep calling.”

“You should just change your number.”

“I’m going to once this shoot is over. Right now there are too many people from work who have this number. It would be a nightmare to change it right now.”

He nodded and never once took his eyes off the road.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked as he pulled up to your house.

“I promise I’m okay. I just need to sleep.”

You leaned in and your hand pulled his face in for a kiss. “I’m sorry. I know I haven’t been myself this past week. I just have a lot going on right now.”

“It’s okay. Go get some sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said and then kissed you again.

Once inside you went straight into the kitchen for a glass of wine, made sure your phone was on silent so any unwanted calls wouldn’t wake you during the night and then straight into your shower (with the wine, obviously) hoping the hot water and alcohol would relax you enough so you could sleep. It worked well and once you were in bed it only took you 2 minutes to fall asleep. You actually hadn’t realized just how exhausted you actually were.

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You were in much better spirits the next day at work. Maybe it was getting some much needed sleep or the fact that there were only 2 more days of work until shooting went on break for Christmas…Sebastian really didn’t care why.

“Okay, here you go,” you said to Anthony while handing him a cell phone. “You are going to open this folder, scroll down to the third message, and click this button.”

“Yeah yeah, I got it Y/n.”

“Please don’t break the phone this time,” you said pleading. “Just put it in your pocket until the camera is rolling.”

“Now that’s just offensive. I’m a professional. I don’t have time to push random buttons and make the phone freeze.”

You tilted your head to the side and gave him a look that said you are so full of shit.

Your walkie beeped-“Hey Y/n Sebastian said the arm is pinching him.”

“Be there in a minute,” you replied. “I’m begging you Mackie…please don’t break it.”

He placed the phone in his jacket pocket and you gave him a smile as you mouthed the words “thank you” then headed over to Sebastian’s trailer.

“Hey, what’s the problem?” you asked while walking in and closing the door behind you.

“I’m going to need you to not wear those leggings while we are at work. They are very distracting,” he said as he pulled you in to kiss you.

“Then I’m going to need you to stop wearing blue because it brings out your eyes but we both know that’s not going to happen,” you replied kissing him back. “What’s wrong with your arm?”

“Nothing, I just wanted to get you alone for a minute.”

You smiled while rolling your eyes and gave him a quick kiss before pushing him away.

“You know, they can’t fire you cause your name is in the title but they could absolutely fire me for having an inappropriate relationship.”

“I wouldn’t let that happen. And besides everyone here likes you better than they like me,” he said snaking his arms around your waist.

“Hands off when at work,” you reminded him.

“Are you coming over tonight?”

“I’m watching Noah and Harper, remember?”

“Oh I forgot. How about…”

He was cut off by your walkie talkie beeping

“Y/n, Kari wants to talk to you.”

“Yeah, on my way,” you said over the walkie talkie.

You gave Sebastian one last kiss and turned around to leave his trailer. He playfully smacked your ass and when you turned around he had the most charming smile on his face. You shook you head and rolled your eyes as you left the trailer.

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The next day at work was the last day before you went on a break for Christmas. It would be a short day, by filming standards at least, and then tonight was a holiday party for crew and cast members.

This being a ‘paid for by Marvel’ party, you were expected to dress fancier than normal. Since you lived in jeans, leggings, and pajamas it was not at all something you looked forward to.

Sebastian picked you up at 10 and when you opened the door he took one look at you and could feel his eyes dilate.

“You look…I…I don’t have words,” he said as you wrapped your arms around his neck and smiled.

“Thank you. But don’t get too used to me dressing up cause tomorrow its back to leggings and sweatshirts,” you said as you kissed him.

The party was amazing with expensive champagne and some of the most delicious food you had ever tasted. While you very much had a no touching policy when at work you in no way stopped Sebastian from putting his arms around you and whispering in your ear. This was also the first time you had seen Chris since the last time you all went out. He smiled and gave a thumbs up seeing the PDA.

Sebastian eventually managed to lead you away from the crowd and over to a corner of the room where he leaned against the wall pulling you in and kissing you.

“You ready to go?” you asked even though you could feel the answer hardening in his pants.

“I’ll meet you outside. I have to say a few goodbyes,” he replied.

You said a few goodbyes as well and walked out with a couple people who worked in the set design department and waited for the car to pull around. Sebastian and Chris walked out soon after.

For Sebastian, it happened in slow motion almost. He saw you standing about 25 feet away laughing and taking a picture with some co-workers when someone he didn’t recognize came up and grabbed your arm. You turned around and he couldn’t hear what you were saying but you didn’t look happy. You started to walk away from him but he grabbed your arm again, this time with much more force. You pushed him back and this time Sebastian heard you yell “Stop it!”

“Y/n!” Sebastian called while he and Chris were running towards you.

The man looked up and pulled hard on your arm causing you to wince.

“Oh, this must be the reason you’re not answering my calls. Is this who you’re fucking now?” he screamed.

The look on Sebastian’s face while running towards you was one you had only seen when he was playing the Winter Soldier. It was like focused rage. If you didn’t know that in reality he was like a little lost puppy you would have been scared of him.

You managed to pull your arm free just in time to place your hand on Sebastian’s chest and push him back.

“Scott, get the fuck out of here,” Chris said as he stepped in between you and your ex.

“I don’t have to listen to you. Slut is probably fucking you too,” said Scott.

“Seb, get Y/n out of here,” he said calmly over his shoulder while Sebastian grabbed your hand and led you to the car. “If you ever touch her again…” Chris began to say but what he said next was so quiet you couldn’t hear.

Sebastian was so full of adrenaline he was shaking.

“Are you okay?” he asked in a monotone voice as the car pulled away.

All you could do was nod. You were in a state of shock with silent tears falling down your face. Scott was a cheater, yes, and he had been calling you nonstop for the last few weeks but he had never physically hurt you before tonight.

As you walked into Sebastian’s house you walked straight into the kitchen and opened the cabinet where you knew he kept a pack of cigarettes. Neither of you smoked very often but right now you desperately needed the calm nicotine provided. You walked outside to his backyard, lit the cigarette and took a long drag. He followed you outside, handed you a beer and lit one of his own.

“So…robocalls huh?”

You slowly nodded keeping your eyes forward.

“Talk to me.”

You took a deep breath.

“I guess one of his friends saw us waiting for our cars the night of James’ party and he told Scott. He started calling the next day. I answered once to tell him to fuck off but he just kept calling.”

“And why didn’t you tell me?”

“I don’t know Seb. I mean, it’s not like you are my boyfriend or anything and…” you said as you turned and looked him in the eye. He had a hurt expression on his face.

“Wait…that’s not what I meant. I just mean we haven’t talked about it or made it official or anything and I honestly didn’t think Scott was this insane. I thought he would leave me alone eventually.”

“Okay. Well, let’s talk about it. Are you seeing anyone else?”

“No.”

“Do you want to?”

“No.”

“Great. Me too. We’re official. That solves one problem.”

You turned to look at him with tears in your eyes.

“How is this even going to work Seb?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re done filming in 2 months. You don’t live here. I can’t move to New York.”

“First of all, come inside. You’re shivering,” he said as he stood up and took your hand to lead you inside.

Once inside he put his arms around you.

“Second, I get offers for jobs that film here a lot so…”

“And how is that fair to you? To have you accept a job just because it’s here?” you asked breaking the hug as you brought your hand up to rub above your left eyebrow. That was your tell that you were stressed. He had seen you do it multiple times on set.

“Wait, is this why you have been stressed? You’ve been thinking about this for a while haven’t you?”

Your lack of an answer was all the answer he needed.

“Oh my god, you have got to talk to me! Stop shutting me out or this is never going to work,” he practically begged. “Shit! And I thought being around you while you were engaged was frustrating,” he said as he turned and walked into his bedroom.

You took a moment, took off your shoes and then followed him.

As you walked in he was taking his shirt off and then he sat on his bed. His phone rang and he looked at the caller ID, then answered.

“Hey man…yeah she’s okay…” He took a pause then said, “Chris says you’re annoying but he’s got your back.”

“Tell him he can suck my…”

“Yeah she says she loves you too,” he cut you off. He knew what you meant.

“Alright, see ya,” he said and then hung up. “You two are the most dysfunctional friends I’ve ever met.”

You smirked as you walked over to him. You hiked up your dress as you sat on his lap straddling his legs.

After taking a deep breath and touching your forehead to his you said, “You’re right.”

“I know,” he said with a smile as his arms pulled you in closer. “Look, we don’t have to figure all this out tonight. But I’m willing to fight for this if you are.”

You pulled your face away from his to look into his eyes. Your hands cupped his face while you nodded. You pulled him in and pressed your lips to his while he unzipped your dress and pulled it off over your head. When you brought your arms back down and rested them on his shoulders he could very plainly see red marks above your elbow from being grabbed earlier. Very gently he kissed your right arm and then stared into your eyes while tucking some hair behind your ear.

Bringing you closer so that his lips touched yours again he held you tight while he leaned back and then rolled over to be on top of you. With one hand holding him up, the other hand was softly touching your breast and then he traced his way down to your underwear leaving a trail of goose bumps. He broke the kiss to remove them and then took off his pants. Crawling back on top of you he kissed you so intensely it caused a soft moan to escape your lips.

Forget the foreplay. He needed to be as close to you as 2 people could possibly be.

Your back arched as your bodies connected fitting together like puzzle pieces. Your hands moved up to the back of his neck to draw him in for a kiss. He began moving his hips to pump in and out while he kissed your neck. He sped up his pace while one of his hands held him up and the other one had a grip on your thigh. He was (as usual) hitting every single right spot, including a new one you didn’t know you had, and then he felt you tighten around him. With an “Oh god!” you let go and came, probably leaving behind some fingernail marks on his back which he didn’t mind at all. With a few more thrusts he came right after you did.

As he laid on his back with you lying on your side and your arm resting on his chest he thought about how something was different tonight. The sex was always great with you but tonight it felt more…intimate. Like you had finally dropped the walls you had built up because you had been hurt before and let him in. Everything that happened tonight made you vulnerable and instead of hiding, you let him in. He made you feel safe.

Normally you weren’t a very cuddly sleeper but you never moved from his side that night.

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cakesunflower · 5 years ago

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Rooftop Rendezvous [C.H. One Shot]

A/N: if any of you have read my one shot Sweetheart, you’ll see this is kind of familiar in the way that this is kind of reader insert but doesn’t exclusively use “Y/N”. i began writing this in March but never really finished it until now yeeeet. hope you enjoy 6k of whatever this is hehe happy reading!!

The sky was clear as she stepped onto the roof, the metal door creaking behind her as it swung shut with a clang. But her arrival didn’t faze the man across the roof, leaning forward on the railing as billows of smoke escaped him, back still towards her. She slowly made her way over, her heels clicking on the ground and fingers wrapped around her half drunk flute of champagne. It wasn’t too cold out, despite the latest weather in New York, shivers only running down her spine when a breeze blew, goosebumps rising on her exposed legs thanks to the full sleeved dress she was adorning.

“You realize the party downstairs is for you, right?” she called out, her voice not exactly cutting sharply through the quiet of the night, save for the distant sounds of cars honking, but more like gliding through the air in her lilting tone.

Calum glanced at her over his shoulder, the corners of his lips quirking up as she neared him. She wasn’t a fan of staying too long at a party if she wasn’t drunk enough, just like him. She came up to his left, elegantly sipping from her glass as she noticed his on resting on the brick railing. Calum looked back out ahead, the lights of the buildings around them, the one they occupied taller than the rest, and the streets below providing a soft glow to his features. “Fresh air’s good for the soul,” he said before, ironically, bringing his cigarette to his lips.

The sight of his cheeks hollowing around the small stick sparked her own craving for one. “Can I get one?”

Calum glanced at her before leaving the cigarette dangling between his full lips and reaching into the pockets of his slacks, the glittering sequences on the side glimmering, as he pulled out his packet, flicking the top open with his thumb. She grabbed one, placing it between her lips and Calum replaced the pack with his lighter, bringing it up and flicking it on. The embers of the small flame glowed against her face, shadowing her lips and cheekbones and long lashes that Calum admired, as she leaned in to catch the end of the cigarette to light it.

She took a drag, eyes on Calum’s profile, taking in the sweep of his lashes and the sharpness of his jaw, along with the way he licked his lips after blowing out a puff of smoke, the smell of nicotine dancing in the air. “You guys did really well today,” she hummed conversationally, hip resting against the railing as she faced him, though her eyes did sweep over the city below. “The song sounds great live.”

His lips curled upwards at the compliment, gaze shifting to her appreciatively. They’d just performed their newest single on Jimmy Fallon, and currently the band was out celebrating the success of the performance along with their last night in New York City. She felt lucky enough to be with them on this small promotional trip, being one of the band’s closest friends as well as having no pressing work at home. She always loved an opportunity watching her friends do what they did best. Watching them perform, whether it be the first or the hundredth, was always an experience.

“Thanks,” Calum said, the raspy sound filled with genuinity before the small smile widened. The cigarette danced between his fingers, the ends of his short blonde hair swaying against the breeze as he added, “Saw you dancing off on the side. Had me laughing in the middle of the second chorus.”

At that, her cheeks flushed with heat, thankful for the lack of lighting on the roof because she was sure her face was red. The mirth was dancing in Calum’s dark eyes, clearly finding amusement in her embarrassment as his smiling lips wrapped around the cigarette to take another drag. She looked away, the sight of him damn near ethereal and breathtaking, as she mumbled, “It’s a catchy fucking song. Excuse me for enjoying it.”

Calum’s cheeks pushed up as he laughed, sucking his lower lip in as he did so and adorable crinkles appearing at the corners of his eyes as he held his left arm out to her. “Nah, come on. I loved it,” he assured with a sweet smile, and she let him drape his arm around her shoulders to pull her into his side, her purse caught between their thighs.

Instantly she felt warm, the heat of his body sinking into hers as he rested his cheek against the top of her head. Her heart was picking up its pace, pounding through her entire body that she was almost afraid that Calum would feel it. His expensive cologne mixed in with the smell of cigarettes, the scent utterly pleasing as she subtly, quietly, breathed it in. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy this kind of closeness with the bassist. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t want more.

It was a dance they’ve been doing, starting in the last few months since the band returned to Los Angeles after their tour finished. Her and Calum. . . There’d always been something, but neither of them ever paid it any attention, gave it much thought. They enjoyed each other’s company, loved the friendship they developed over the years, but that’s all it ever was. Lingering looks were often missed by the other, subtle touches never thought of as intimate out of fear of misinterpreting the situation. But the affection was always present, without fail.

“You loved me making a fool of myself?” she scoffed lightly, raising the cigarette to her lips as she added, bemused, “Shocker.”

Calum rolled his dark eyes, fingers lightly dancing over her upper arm. “No,” he insisted, glancing down at her. “I loved looking to the side and watching you enjoy yourself to music I helped create. Always have, doll.”

His words were only serving to intensify the heat on her cheeks, the cigarette she was nursing not at all helping the situation as the butterflies tickled her stomach. Suddenly his cologne was overwhelming her in the best ways. Still, she kept her cool as she lightly nudged his side with her elbow. “I think you mean you love me stroking your ego,” she quipped back with a small smirk.

Lips twitching, Calum hummed, “That too,” before letting out a laugh when she let out a scoff and pushed him away. Calum laughed, not even budging as she went to take a step away from him but was prevented when his free hand grasped hers, pulling her back into him.

Still, she pulled her hand from his grasp with a small laugh, shifting so she was sitting on the top of the barrier around the roof, the only thing preventing her from falling right off the roof being the metal railing on top of it that pressed against her mid back. Calum stood in front of her, his eyes on her profile as she looked off to admire the city below. The lights danced on her face, a colorful glow lighting up her skin, and Calum felt a tugging in his heart. Almost like it was being pulled towards her, no matter how crazy that sounded.

He always thought she was gorgeous, often thought what it’d be like to feel her lips on his and what she’d taste like. How she’d feel against him in something more intimate than a hug. How her hands would feel on him in something more heated than passing touches and friendly high fives. All of these were quiet musings he kept to himself, not even telling the boys because she was all of their friend and didn’t dare let anything slip.

“Are you gonna miss New York?” she asked, soft voice breaking the silence that had settled, eyes still glimmering from the lights she was admiring.

Calum let out a quiet breath, shifting ever so slightly so he was standing in front of her, just a few inches away from her legs. “Yeah,” he answered truthfully, stubbing out his cigarette on the railing before flicking it off to the side. Then his own dark eyes swept over the buildings, bright in front of him or dark silhouettes in the distance. He squinted slightly as a light breeze blew against his face. “This city always treats us well. Love gettin’ lost in it.”

“It’s crazy, isn’t it?” she mused, turning her head to look up at Calum, a small smile dancing on her lips. “How the most lively city can also be the most peaceful?”

The curl of Calum’s lips widened at her words, eyes lighting up with gentle excitement, as if he was relieved that there was someone else who understood what he felt. “Yeah,” he nodded slowly as she took one last drag of her cigarette, blew out the smoke before stubbing it out and tossing it to the side. “’S like if I’m around people who don’t know who I am, I can just be me, y’know? Lost in a crowd of people who’ve got their own shit to focus on and just be left alone in my own head. No expectations or demands. Just me.”

“You’re a hard man to miss though, Cal,” she gently teased, hands on the railing next to her as she tilted her head up at him a bit. “You demand everyone’s attention everywhere you go.” Her smile widened, honest and beautiful as she shrugged. “It’s just who you are.”

Calum raised his dark eyebrows, her words sending a ripple of pleasant warmth through him as he took a step closer, his legs brushing against her knees. The proximity caused her to tilt her head a little bit more to maintain eye contact with the taller man. “I demand attention, hmm?” he mused, the smugness in his tone clear. Narrowing his dark eyes playfully, he found himself asking, “Do I demand your attention?”

She rolled her lips into her mouth, breath hitching in her throat under the weight of his gaze on her. His eyes were intense, as always, blonde hair dancing in the wind and she couldn’t help but think, not for the first time, it was a good look on him. But she was quickly being pulled back into the current conversation, into the way he was gazing at her, and she felt somewhat proud of her voice for remaining steady as she returned, “I’m a part of everyone, aren’t I?”

Calum’s full lips puckered thoughtfully for the briefest of moments before he gave a firm shake of his head. “No, you’re not.”

The small nervous smile that had appeared on her face faltered, looking up at the unfairly stunning man with a mildly taken aback expression. Her eyes flickered over his face, wondering if she’d missed something or could pick up a meaning behind his words other than the obvious, eyes glazing over the sight of his necklace dangling below his collarbones, his tattoos just barely peeking through the undone buttons of his black, starry button down.

But even the towering, gorgeous man in front of her couldn’t distract her from his words. Her voice was quiet, almost unsure. “I’m not?” When his small smirk reappeared, she let out a small nervous chuckle. “Careful, Cal, or you’ll be stroking my ego,” she added, picking up her glass and finishing off the rest of her champaign.

Calum grinned, lips pulling back to show off his unfairly straight teeth as he reached forward and gripped the metal railing on either side of her, rings clinking against them. His body was directly in front of her as he offered, “I’ll be your personal hype man.”

She laughed, looking up at him, trying not to focus on the way her heart was thundering at their sudden proximity. His legs were pressed against her knees and if she just parted them, he’d be able to stand in between. “Really?” she asked, just for the sake of saying something.

He played along. “It would be an honor.”

Raising a playfully skeptical eyebrow, the teasing tilt naturally returned to her voice as she said in a honeyed tone, “It’s not an easy feat. I require a lot of attention, you know.”

Some of the playfulness dissipated from Calum’s eyes, his smile lessening just a bit as a somewhat serious, honest expression took over his face. She could’ve sworn his eyes briefly dropped to her lips before meeting her eyes once more, her breath hitching when he spoke in a quiet rasp, “You already have all of mine.”

Her lips parted at that, staring up at him with her eyebrows raising, the heat on her cheeks intensifying. Did he really just say that? For a second, she wondered if she misheard him over the distant whistle of the wind and cars down below, but she knew she heard him right. Wondered if he meant it in the context she thought. She licked her lips, swallowed when she noticed Calum’s eyes track the movement before she found her voice again and asked, “Is that why you were watching me during your performance tonight?”

“Exactly.” She didn’t know why she expected a different answer, but her heart still skipped a beat nonetheless. She watched him, saw no signs of joking as Calum’s left hand lightly touched her knee, nudging it to the side so he could step between her legs. She didn’t fight it, parting them to make room for him, all the while her eyes never left his dark ones. “You’re bit of a distraction, doll. You demand my attention.”

Air expanded her lungs as she took in a deep breath, once again completely speechless by Calum’s words. She was aware her expression probably showed her astonishment, and while there were many times Calum kept his thoughts and feelings off of his face, this time she could see the honesty in his brown eyes, the softness in the gentle curve of his lips. But along with the honesty in his eyes, she could pick up something else swimming in them, darker and amorous that sent an electrifying buzz through her veins.

She demanded his attention? She almost wanted to laugh at the absurdity of the mere thought.

He’s the one everyone looked at. Not her.

Despite her sudden nerves over the situation, unsure of what was happening, she leaned back ever so slightly, mindful that she was sitting on the railing, peering up at Calum as she smiled coyly, “Flattery will get you everywhere, Cal.”

Truthfully, she wasn’t too sure of where that small burst of confidence came from to utter those words, but she didn’t regret them. Especially when she saw the subtle quirk in Calum’s eyebrow, looking both impressed and taken aback by her words before the boyish smirk on his face reappeared. Gone was the quiet aura that surrounded him when she first came onto the roof, replaced with an almost arrogant, knowing attitude as his gaze once again dropped to her lips for a heart stopping moment.

He tilted his head ever so slightly, sly in his smirk. “Really?” he questioned, though the tone of his voice told her he knew the answer already. “Everywhere?”

Oh, God, he was making it hard for her to breathe. “I would say so.” Her own gaze was lowering to his lips, which were inching closer with every passing second. Her tongue swiped across her lower lip, Calum’s eyes tracking the movement. “You can try your luck and find out, though.”

Calum’s lips parted as a breathy laugh escaped him, cool like the wind, as his left hand raised to comb his fingers through his blonde hair, the strands short between his ring clad fingers. He eyed her for a moment, brown eyes flickering between her eyes to pick out any signs of hesitance. Or any signs of whether or not she was just kidding around, if her words didn’t meant what he thought they meant. Or what he was hoping they meant.

He looked at her; practically ethereal with the city glowing behind her, the light breeze making her hair dance and allowing the scent of her intoxicating perfume to waft towards him. There was always something about her that drew Calum to her; at first he thought it was purely physical, given that she was absolutely gorgeous without question. But that was when they first met years ago. But as time went on and he got to know her more, more personally and emotionally, Calum was quick to understand that it was everything. She’d easily become one of his closest friends, and while normally Calum felt the destructive need to close himself off against anyone he may develop even the slightest hint of feelings for, that never happened with her.

Being with her was as easy as breathing, and Calum couldn’t believe it took him this long to finally greedily inhale her.

He took her up on her offer. Calum wasn’t quick or rushed about it; instead, his hands rested on her thighs, touching both the hem of her dress and her skin as slowly ducked his head. Their eyes were on each other as he did so, time seeming to go by excruciatingly slowly, noses brushing together gently before appropriately turning their heads and closing their eyes at the last second, just as their lips touched.

It was a gentle press of lips, but the heat it sparked within them both was explosive as they leaned into each other, sharp breaths sounding from both of them as they reveled in the electricity warming them both. Calum could already feel his head spinning, tasting the champagne and nicotine against her lips as he knew she could taste against his as well. The first kiss was soft, pressured press of lips before they pulled away ever so slightly, lips parted as hooded gazes eyed the other.

They searched each other’s eyes, looking for any signs of regret, anything that would give away that they thought this was a bad idea, that the other didn’t want to take this any further than it had already gone.

Foreheads pressed together, her eyes remained locked with his brown ones, the soft warmth she often saw replaced with something more wolfish, near primal that sent an exciting shiver down her spine. He looked so handsome, standing between her legs with his muscled arms caging her in, dark eyes glinting against the city lights. His full lips looked as soft as they felt and soon as her gaze dropped to them, the desire to kiss him returned—as if it ever left—in a breathtaking force.

So she closed the distance between them, connecting their lips more urgently as Calum felt her hands coming up to fist the front of his button down, using her grip to pull him close. The eagerness with which she kissed him with had Calum’s body tightening pleasurably, hands coming up to cup her face so his fingers could go into her hair, the cold metal of his rings against her warm skin causing her to gasp in surprise against his mouth.

Calum took the opportunity to skillfully slide his tongue against hers, deepening the kiss like they both desperately desired, his heart leaping in his chest at the soft moan that sounded at the back of her throat. It only urged him on, his front pressing against hers, and eventually moments later they needed to pull away, desperately needing some air.

His lips felt electric after kissing hers, trailing them down her jaw as he kissed at her skin, smirking when he felt one of her hands at the back of his head, fingers threading through the short blonde hair to keep him close when his stubble scratched at her. His own hands found her hips, his touch burning through the soft material of her dress and teeth nipping at a spot that had a breathless gasp escaping her and only fueling Calum on. Her head tipped back, mouth dropping open in silent sighs as the scruff decorating his chin only added to the sensation of his lips and teeth marking her.

The attention he was paying to her neck was setting her body on fire, no doubt, but she needed his lips on hers again, using her grip on his hair to lift his head and connect their lips once again.

Each movement of their lips had the kisses growing more desperate, needier, until Calum finally let out a low groan and pulled her off the railing. “C’mere,” he rasped, hand finding hers and disconnecting their lips before he pulled her along. She followed, heels clicking against the ground, taking notice of the square of his shoulders and the purposeful strides he walked in, catching sight of the clench in his jaw against the lights and shadows of the city.

As soon as they were near the brick wall that had the door leading them inside, enveloped in the dark under the small awning as they were hidden from any surrounding lighting, Calum was pressing her against it. He trapped her body between his own and the wall as his lips caught her lower one in a sinfully sucking kiss and her purse dropped haphazardly on the floor, forgotten amidst their craving for one another. He pushed his knee between her legs and felt her hands press against his back, pushing him as close to her as he could get. The pace of their kiss was rushed and passionate, losing themselves in one another as Calum’s hands found her hips before slowly starting to trail down.

“Tell me to stop,” he mumbled breathlessly against her lips, fingers teasing the hem of her dress, holding off the aching desire to push it up.

Her fingers fisted his shirt, just as breathless as him. “Why would I ever do that?”

Calum could’ve melted right there, groaning appreciatively against her mouth as he took her words as a go-ahead to push the dress up to her hips. Their movements were frantic, rushed, because at the back of their minds they were aware that anyone could walk onto the roof at any moment. So they were quick with her hands working at the belt, button and zipper of his pants.

He wished they had more time, wished that they weren’t doing this on some random rooftop in the middle of New York City; but the cool weather suddenly felt glorious against his heated skin, the lights of the city were glittering around and on them, and feeling her body so close to his was dizzying, her warmth seeping into him damn near electrifying. Calum’s lips worked against hers, one hand haphazardly and blindly reaching for his wallet as he felt her hands untuck his shirt from his now undone pants.

“Fuck,” Calum hissed in aggravation, pulling away from her addictive lips briefly to look down at realize that he didn’t have a condom in his wallet, heart pounding from how close her body was to him along with the bitter knowledge that they might not be able to go further than this.

Her gaze followed his, her breathing heavy and skin on fire with the desperate need for feeling him—all of him. Her heart was drumming in her ears, voice a breathless whisper as her grip on his shirt tightened and she informed him simply, almost pleadingly, “I’m on the pill.”

He could’ve taken her right in that moment.

But instead, with a newfound vigor, Calum dropped to his knees as he decided he wanted this before he took her completely, one hand bunching her dress up at her hips while the fingers of his right hooked into the waistband of her thong and slid it down effortlessly. The dazed voice in the back of Calum’s head was reminding him that they didn’t have much time, that they couldn’t hide away on the roof for this rendezvous for too long, but he was desperate for a taste. Just a little, just for a moment, and the way he felt her hands slide into his hair, fingers weaving through the blonde strands he had yet to cut off as he helped her step out of the flimsy underwear, Calum knew she wasn’t at all against it.

Tilting his chin up, Calum flattened his tongue against her, hands gripping her hips over the bunched fabric of her dress as he felt her body tense agreeingly at the contact. Calum reveled in the soft moan that escaped her, the sound dancing in the gentle breeze around them as he granted himself her taste, more perfect than he could’ve ever imagined.

His tongue worked her over, sucking and licking as it also paid special attention to her clit, each flick of his tongue serving to tighten her fingers in his hair and heat up body as sinful, beautiful sounds fell past her lips. She was playing music in his ears as her right hand slid further down the back of his head, pushing him closer, her own head tilted back and eyes shut, lips parted in a lustful haze. Every movement of his tongue and lips on her heat could be felt in every single nerve of her body, heart pounding wildly as she could feel her orgasm quickly building.

Every motion could be felt deep within her core, the crude sounds of Calum’s mouth sucking at her clit, an appreciative hum escaping him the more he got to taste her. The smirk that tilted at his working mouth couldn’t be helped as he felt her fingers tighten in his hair when the sound he made vibrated through her responsive body. She tasted so fucking heavenly—Calum was aching at this point to feel her. How he’d managed to go this long by restraining himself to friendly hugs and arms around shoulders was beyond him, almost just as unbelievable as what was going on.

Calum could feel her about to come undone, had almost instantaneously memorized the way her body reacted to him at an obsessively fast pace. He could feel it in the way her fingers held his hair tightly, the gentle sting welcomed, and could hear it in the pretty appreciative sounds that fell past her lips with every movement of his tongue. And so, once he brought her close enough, Calum pulled away from her after pressing one last kiss to her clit, licking his lips as he stood to his height and silenced her whining whimper with a kiss.

“So needy,” he couldn’t help but remark against her lips, pushing his pants and boxers down quickly. His heart continued to pound greedily, the anticipation heating his blood as Calum brushed his lips against hers when he rasped, “Ready, doll?”

“Yes,” she responded, the word repeatedly falling past her lips in a breathless prayer, and the sound of her being so openly desperate for him had electricity shocking Calum’s veins as he pushed himself into her.

The sound of his gruff groan mixed with her melodic moan was almost sinful, Calum’s head dropping to the crook of her neck as she tilted her head back, reveling in the sensation of his lips and scruff against her skin and how perfectly, wonderfully, wholly he filled her. Her eyes remained tightly shut, lips tingling from their kisses, and already she was seeing stars from him being inside of her. She accommodated him too sublimely, and Calum fit in her like a missing puzzle piece she hoped to never lose again.

He kept a slow, sensual pace that drove her crazy, and Calum’s hands quickly found her thighs before, without warning, he lifted her so her legs could wind around his hips and ankles lock at his back. The brick wall was rough against her back but she couldn’t give a shit, not when Calum’s body was pressed into hers and he was hitting spots in her body that made it difficult to breathe in the best way. The newfound angle made it easier for Calum to thrust his hips into hers as he picked his head up, catching her lips in a bruising kiss as she hooked her right arm around his neck and buried her fingers of her left hand into his hair. She knew, vaguely, that she was only fucking up his hair but, God, she didn’t fucking care. Not when the bite of his rings was chilling against her thighs and the sound of skin slapping against skin rang in her ears.

Calum was consumed by her, by the thrilling notion of what he’d been aching for to happen finally coming to life as he felt her teeth teasingly sink into his lower lip before sucking at it, making his stomach drop and blood rush straight to his cock, his pace picking up. God, he hadn’t wanted the first time he got to have her like this to be on some fucking rooftop in New York, had never thought it would go this way, completely discarding all of the fantasies that admittedly swam in his mind in regards to her. He wanted to do it right. But Calum couldn’t entirely complain, not right now, not with her lips on his as she kept him close and whimpered at the sensation of him filling her so deliciously.

Praises fell from his mouth before he could help himself, Calum’s voice husky with want as he admired her openly, shamelessly, genuinely, only serving to spread a warmth through her body at being so needed. Listening to Calum breathe her name, tell her how good she felt in a rasp that had his accent slipping in, tell her how she was made for him only had her orgasm building up quickly. God, she could barely keep kissing him, the force of his thrusts and the feel of him in her rendering her to only parting her lips for the gasps and moans to slip through. Calum didn’t mind, fucking loved it, his own lips brushing against hers with every jerk of their bodies while his fingers dug into the flesh of her thighs.

His name began falling past her lips like a mantra she wholeheartedly believed in, and Calum knew she was close as her body began tightening, feeling it as he clenched his jaw tightly, the sensation enough to tip him over the edge too, but he waited for her to release to wash over her first. And he watched, with a clenched jaw and a tight grip on her, drilling into her relentlessly as he watched the way she came undone in front of him. There wasn’t much light upon them, hidden in the shadows, but Calum’s sharp eyes made out the way her head tilted back, facing the sky as her mouth fell open in an appreciative, musical moan. He felt her come around him, nails digging into his biceps through the material of his shirt, as his voice sounded smooth encouragements against the skin of her neck, his lips peppering kisses into her heated skin as her body trembled with her orgasm.

She was hot around him, wonderfully so, and it only had Calum chasing his orgasm harder, holding her close to him as she moved her head forward to press her mouth against the pulse point at his neck. She left open mouthed kisses at his skin, not wanting to leave marks tonight, and it wasn’t long until Calum’s own release shook through his body as it was accompanied by a guttural groan that only made her gasp, reveling in the feel of him letting go of himself inside of her.

Heavy breathing and pounding hearts were all that was left, in addition to a blissful haze at the mutual yet silent acknowledgement of this being more than just a one night on a rooftop. It had felt like more. It wasn’t two friends crossing a line for one night—it was two people who’d danced around their feelings for far too long finally moving in the direction they’d both silently been desperate for. It was the universe screaming fucking finally the second they’d kissed. It was both of them hoping, wishing, needing for this to be only the start of something they’d wanted for so Goddamn long.

They remained close, her body still pressed against the brick wall as a way of keeping herself up, legs feeling a bit too unsupportive as she settled back on her feet, letting herself enjoy the press of Calum’s forehead against hers. They both let out a soft groan as he pulled out, leaving her feel empty. Her body felt hot, the breeze not doing much to cool her down as Calum’s warm breath fanned against her, his own eyes closed as he tried to will his erratic heart to calm down. But with her body still against his and his hands gripping her hips a little more loosely while her fingers remained buried in his locks, wanting him to be as close to her as he could while he returned the sentiment, it was proving difficult for Calum to think of anything other than her.

“That was. . .” She sounded breathless, unable to finish or find the right words. Calum opened his eyes just as she pulled away, only enough to lean her head back against the wall, eyes still staring into his brown. Calum admired the flush of her cheeks, her kiss swollen lips, loving that he was the cause of it.

His left hand lifted from her waist, fingers curling into his palm while his thumb swiped against her lower lip as he rasped honestly in the quiet of the night, “A long time coming.”

His words elicited an airy laugh from her, the heat in her cheeks intensifying at the reminding knowledge of Calum wanting to do this just as badly as she did. She was still reeling to be honest, pressed up against him, feeling the hot remnants of their releases between her thighs. There was a glint in Calum’s eyes, relaxed despite what they’d just done, yet also so content. She didn’t see the subtle trouble that had been clouding his gaze when she’d arrived onto the roof, eyes clear as they can be as he stared down at her. Soft and pleased and completely focused on her in a way that made her heart flutter. Though, at this point, it was no surprise that a simple look from Calum was enough to have her breath hitching in her throat.

She desperately wished they could stay up here for as long as they wanted, to forget about the event going on downstairs and get foolishly drunk off each other rather than the alcohol being served. She was already having a difficult time focusing on anything except for the vanilla, jasmine and expensive scent emitting from Calum that had long since taken over her senses.

“We should. . .” God, she was having trouble catching her breath, every part of her still overwhelmed as the blissed out smile tugged at her lips. A giggle threatened to pass her lips as she watched Calum watch her. “We should go back downstairs.”

Calum took a step back, much to her chagrin, back still against the wall as he bent to pick up her purse and handed it to her. She took it from him, unzipping it to pull out the travel sized tissues she always kept, offering it to Calum as the two of them cleaned themselves up. “You go ahead, doll,” Calum told her, tossing the used tissues in an oddly placed trash can a few feet away. His phone was in his hand, after he put his pants back on, as he read something from the screen. He nodded towards the door, a soft smile on his face, one that fluttered her already weak heart. “I’ll be down in a bit.”

She eyed him for a moment as she fixed her dress, his blonde hair mussed up, unable to help herself when she reached a hand up and attempted to help fix the mess she’d created. The smile remained on Calum’s face as she did so, brown eyes on her while she pointed her gaze at the blonde hair she was styling back into place. “You’re not gonna keep brooding up here, are you?”

Her words had Calum’s smile transforming into a smirk, boyish and cute as she reluctantly drew her hand away from his soft hair, fixing it as best as she could. “Reckon I don’t have anythin’ to be broody about anymore.” A soft breath of laughter escaped her at that, and Calum’s smile once again turned reassuring as he pushed a lock of her hair behind her ear with a finger. “But the boys are gonna be up here in a few so Dusty can take pictures.”

At that, she snorted out a laugh, eyebrows raising as she mused, “Talk about timing, huh?”

Calum grinned, cheeks pushing up as he let out a laugh of his own, the sound catching in his throat adorably. “Honestly,” he nodded in agreement, gaze dropping to something on the ground before he bent to pick it up. She blinked at the sight of her black thong, only then realizing she wasn’t wearing underwear, but before she could say anything, Calum smirked, “I think I’ll be keeping these.”

Her eyes widened, jaw slacking slightly as she let out an incredulous scoff. “Are you kidding?” she sounded, the disbelieving grin on her face holding her amusement. “I can’t go downstairs without any underwear, Calum.”

The bassist scrunched his face up in mocking thoughtfulness, tilting his head at her as he let the thong hang off his finger. “You really wanna wear this after it’s been lying on the dirty ground of this roof? Not too sanitary, love.”

She shook her head, lips puckering to contain the smile threatening to grow, though she was failing miserably as she crossed her arms over her chest. Narrowing her eyes at the wolfish grin on his face, she responded knowingly, “You totally tossed it to the ground on purpose.”

Calum took a step towards her, eye dropping in a quick wink. “Got too lost in you to care,” he returned smoothly, and for half a second she hated the effect he had on her, his words flushing her cheeks as he pressed a kiss to her lips. Chaste and quick, like he did it all the time. It felt so natural, and when she caught sight of his soft brown eyes, she knew he felt it, too. “I’ll see you downstairs.”

She rolled her eyes, still grinning, before turning to take the few steps towards the door that led to a staircase down to the party. Calum bit his lower lip, still smiling, when she opened the door and glanced over her shoulder at him, mirroring his giddy grin before she went inside and shut the door behind her. He vaguely heard the slam echo from the inside, but once the door was closed, Calum let out a heavy breath and turned to press his back against the brick wall, staring up at the night sky as he rubbed his hands down his thighs.

Honestly, while he was waiting for the boys to come up, Calum needed a moment to comprehend what had just happened. He needed a moment to put together the fact that the girl he wanted, wanted him back just as badly. Calum felt like a teenager, blissfully giddy of a crush being returned, though he knew this wasn’t just some kind of puppy love. This was more. She had always been just. . . More.

For so long, she was the only one who held Calum’s attention effortlessly, who made him forget every other person in the room because his eyes were on her, his thoughts consumed by her presence.

Calum let out a disbelieving, yet relieved, laugh as he gave a shake of his head. His heart had never felt so light. Greedily, happily, Calum was exhilarated that he demanded her attention. She already had all of his.

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hello it is me and I want to request that part 2, pretty pretty please 😭😍❤️ *peter kneels in front of you and offers his whole body just for this one request* PLEASE I LOVE YOU

First of all you’re adorable and I love you 3000 and holy crap this ask made me smile.

Secondly, I’m apparently a slut for praise cause this was originally gonna be under 500 words in my head, and turned into 2.3k of smutty filth. This one is from Peter’s perspective, and it gets nasty fast, y’all. It continues off right after my Kinktober Day 5: Age Difference (Starker) fic.

I’m tagging everyone on my Kinktober list, but this one is just a bonus that doesn’t fit into any of my prompt days really.

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Peter was laying in bed, staring up at his ceiling, glow in the dark stars casting an odd light across the room. A couple years ago, he and Ned had spent hours putting them up, trying their best to do an accurate representation of the night sky.

All it made him think of now was Tony.

Tony, who had been to space and back. Tony, who was old enough to be his dad. More than 30 years too old for Peter. But it was Tony that his mind wandered to on cold nights like this. Tony who made his heart race when they worked together in the lab.

He knew it was wrong. Knew he shouldn’t be having this childish crush. Knew Tony didn’t see him as more than a goofy kid. Besides, Tony treated him like the son he’d never had. He’d been so good to Peter.

And in return, all Peter could think about was Tony showing up at his and May’s Queens apartment like he did that very first time. He imagined the older man crawling on top of him in his bed and pounding him into the mattress.

That filthy smile aimed at him, kissing and sucking and licking up and down his bare chest, making him shiver and cry out.

Tony holding him down by the wrists. Peter knew he was stronger. He could easily break Tony’s hold. But he didn’t want to. He wanted to be dominated and told what to do and punished for disobeying. He wanted to feel the sharp sting of Tony’s hand on his ass as he took his punishment, all the while rutting against the older man’s leg like a dog in heat.

Peter got himself off every night to the thought of Tony holding him down and fucking him, slapping his face until he cried desperate sobs, holding his hand over Peter’s mouth so he couldn’t make a sound, couldn’t cry out against how mean and teasing and incredible Tony was to him.

He wanted to come untouched, with only the sensation of Tony’s cock slamming into his needy ass. Wanted to shoot his load all over his stomach and have Tony scoop it up and make Peter lick his fingers clean. Wanted Tony to come in him and play with his ass as it dribbled out of his abused hole, sopping wet and gaping.

Peter wanted Tony more than he’d ever wanted anything.

He wanted to feel filthy, fucking the man who was like a father to him, a man more than twice his age and more experienced than he could ever imagine. A man who had seen it all, and still couldn’t resist a piece of virgin ass like Peter.

He wanted to tease Tony, show up at the lab in short shorts or a crop top, drive him mad with need until Tony shoved him up against the work bench and fucked him senseless. Peter wanted to be made a mindless, fucked out mess on Tony’s aching cock.

And he’d grasp onto Tony’s hair, streaks of silver making him look distinguished and sexy, and he’d feel absolutely incredible, being the focus of a dirty old man’s desires.

He stared up at his ceiling, glowing yellow-green in the dark, and came, shoving his pillow into his mouth to dampen his cries, and desperately wished he could have all that and more.

Silent sobs of want and desire wrenched through him, and he lay there, gasping for air as he came down from it all.

There was noise, something muffled and melodic, but it was there. He groped around on his bed covers, trying to find its’ source and finally gripped onto his phone. It was ringing, the screen blinking to life as he picked it up.

Tony Stark, it read.

Peter gulped, still panting from the exertion of his orgasm and trying to find his phone.

He hit the Accept Call button.

“Hey Mr. Stark. Are you okay? It’s like 3 in the morning,” he asked, hoping he just sounded tired instead of turned on and desperate.

“Hey kid, you’re up.” Tony sounded surprised. “I need to talk to you about something. Can we meet?”

“S-sure Tony. When?”

“Right now. I’m in the car outside.”

Peter slipped out of bed to peer out his window and saw a sleek gunmetal grey sports car.

“Get dressed and meet me outside in 5 minutes, Peter. And don’t wake up May. Don’t want her to worry.” There was an edge to Tony’s voice. Something rough and tight and so unlike him. Something dominant and powerful.

“Sure. I’ll be right down Mr. Sta- I mean Tony. Be right down.”

“Good boy, Peter. See you soon.” The phone call clicked off, and a shiver ran down Peter’s spine. Good boy. He didn’t know what was going on, but he couldn’t wait to find out.

He shuffled quietly into some joggers and a hoodie, slipping on a pair of shoes and padding down the hall, careful not to wake May. The door quietly clicked closed behind him and he made sure to lock it, pocketing his keys. He didn’t know when he’d be back, but something told him it might be a while.

His hands shook as he made his way down to the street level. What if Tony knew? What if he could smell the come on his sweaty stomach?

Shit. He’d been in such a rush he hadn’t bothered to clean himself up. He was sticky and damp with his cooling fluid on his chest and stomach, and it made his hoodie cling to his skin. Surely Tony would notice something was off. His excitement was quickly turning into anxiety.

Peter spotted the expensive car, glad to see it was just Tony. No Happy in the driver’s seat. He didn’t want an audience to whatever this was going to be. It was 3 in the morning for fuck’s sake. This surely couldn’t be good.

Maybe Tony was going to tell him he couldn’t come by the lab anymore. It would make sense. Why would a nearly 50 year old man want to hang out with a 17 year old kid still in high school? That had to be it.

He opened the passenger door, slipping into the seat with an awkward wave hello to Tony, who had turned to face him. He braced himself for the inevitable let down. It had been good while it lasted. But he couldn’t take advantage of Mr. Stark’s hospitality any more. He just hoped he could keep it together enough to not cry in front of him. God that would be mortifying.

He looked at Tony, who still hadn’t said anything. He looked tired. Stressed. He probably hadn’t been eating well, if his history of working himself to death was anything to go off of.

Peter opened his mouth to speak, and was silenced by Tony raising a hand to stop him.

The older man’s eyes looked haunted. Like he was terrified of what he was about to say.

“I’m only ever going to say this once. If you’re not interested, you’re completely free to leave this car and we never have to talk about this again. I don’t want you to feel like I’m making you do anything you’re not completely okay with.” His eyes darted around the car interior, anywhere but on Peter. “Fuck,” he continued, scrubbing a hand down his face. “This is crazy. What am I doing here Pete? This is insane.”

Peter opened his mouth to speak, to ask for clarification, but one steely look from Tony silenced him once more.

“I want you, Pete. Wanted you for a long time. I tried so hard to resist it. Tried to convince myself I just saw you as my kid. Tried so hard not to want you. But it’s not working. I don’t want to have these thoughts. These dirty, ugly thoughts about holding you down and having my way with you. But I am. I can’t deny it anymore. Fuck! I’m a disgusting old man, chasing after you.” His voice was hoarse, and it made Peter’s gut clench.

Was this a fever dream or something? Tony’s words swam in his mind. Holding you down and having my way with you. Had Tony really just said that?

Tony let out a frustrated sigh, turning to stare at the car’s dash panel. “Fuck, forget what I said. I’m sorry. You should go back up to the apartment. We can just pretend that this never happened, yeah?”

Panic rose in Peter’s throat, No! He didn’t want to pretend. Didn’t want to sweep this under the rug. Not if Tony was saying what he thought he was saying.

“No!” He called out, making Tony wince in shame.

“I’m so sorry kid, I should never have come here. Should never have confessed all that to you. You’ll never have to hear from me again, promise.”Peter realized his mistake now. Tony thought he was turning him down. Shit.

“I mean, no. Don’t leave. Please don’t leave. I want you. Wanted you since the day you showed up and asked me to join your team. I’ve spent every night since dreaming about you. About what it would be like to be with you. Like, like that.

Tony’s eyes widened, and Peter noticed his hands were shaking as they gripped the steering wheel.

He continued, “Please, Tony. I want this too.” And as he spoke, he laid a hand gently on Tony’s own. Tony let out a held breath, stuttered a laugh, and then suddenly he was leaning in to kiss Peter and it was everything.

Scorching hot and softness turning rough and Tony. He breathed in the heady scent. Cologne and motor oil and metal. Tony.

Tony gripped his hips, pulling him closer over the dash, desperate for more contact. His hands roamed Peter’s body, slipping up under his hoodie, eyes alighting with confusion as he made contact with Peter’s come-damp skin.

“I uhm… I may have been thinking about you right before you called,” he mumbled by way of an explanation.

Tony let out a deep laugh, kissing him once more, this time softer, sweeter, taking his time. They stayed like that, groping and kissing and feeling the other, Peter half in Tony’s lap, thankful for super strength because there was no way his pre-Spidey self could have held that position without getting a leg cramp.

And then hands were roaming down, Peter fumbling with Tony’s zipper as he unsheathed Tony’s cock from the tight fabric. It was huge, thick and long with a slight upwards curve that made his mouth water. And then Tony was guiding him down, muttering happy hums of praise as he took Tony’s cock head into his mouth, savoring the salty sweet flavor of his pre-come. He didn’t really know what he was doing, but he let Tony guide him, made little adjustments as Tony recommended.

He licked and lapped at the head, delighting in the steady stream of fluid dribbling into his hungry mouth. He took Tony deep into his throat, trying his best to relax his muscles, and bobbed his head like he’d seen in porn. Tony let out a grunt of appreciation, which was enough approval to encourage Peter to go faster, suck harder, until Tony was thrusting his hips, rutting up into his warm, wet mouth.

A stream of filthy praise made his head swim. “That’s it, Pete. Fuck. you’re so good. Bet you’ve never done this before, but you’re taking me like a pro. You’ve been dreaming about this, haven’t you? I can tell. So hungry for me. My little Spider slut. God, imagine how good it’ll feel when I pound into your tight hole. Wanna mark you up, claim you as mine. I’d be your first, wouldn’t I, baby boy?”

Peter hummed a noise of approval and took Tony deeper, until his cock hit the back of his throat. He fought the urge to gag, but Tony seemed to like that, was turned on by the fact that Peter was choking on his cock.“‘M gonna come. You ready Petey? Ready to swallow my come?” Tony’s voice was raw and strained, and he let out a low groan as he emptied himself into Peter’s throat, the milky warm come dribbling out even as he desperately tried to swallow every droplet.

Tony ruffled his hair, leaning back into the driver’s seat, gasping for air as Peter lifted his head. He kissed Peter, hungry and blissed out and all smiles.

And Peter felt safe, here in this car with the man he loved. He didn’t have to deny it anymore. Didn’t have to pretend he didn’t notice how good Tony’s ass looked in his jeans, didn’t have to try to hide his erection in the lab behind chemistry books and workshop tables.

They sat there for a while, in the quiet of the car, considering what this new development meant.

Eventually Tony kissed him again and with a sad look told him, “You should probably go back up to bed. Don’t want May to wake up and start worrying.”

Peter knew he was right. Knew this perfect moment couldn’t last forever. As he got out of the car, he turned back to ask, “Are we still on for Monday afternoon in the lab?”

Tony grinned back, “Absolutely baby, but somehow I think we’ll find ourselves too preoccupied to finish that new blaster we’ve been working on.” He winked and Peter shivered with anticipation. “Call it a hunch, but it might be quite some time before we’re back to working on anything productive.”

#kinktober #day 5 continuation #starker #age difference

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jojo-daydreams · 5 years ago

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Smut of number 15 and 10 with Giorno

ummmm i for some reason went crazy ahh went stupid ahh with this one ?????????????? and made it really long ??????

i hope it turned out at least ok & i hope you like it anon!!

15 - “Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.”

10 - “I like it when you say my name like that.” (i’m not gonna be taking prompts from this list for much longer btw! just as a heads up!)

N/S // F/W BELOW THE CUT

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You sigh, shifting uncomfortably. The plane hadn’t even taken off yet, but you could already feel your anxiety levels rising. You’d always had a fear of flying, specifically the part where the plane fucking left good solid terra firma, although the whole experience was rather unpleasant, and you did your very best to avoid planes, but with your boyfriend being the Don of Passione, you found yourself going on lots of ‘business trips’ with him. Which was wonderful, he always lavished you with affection and gifts and spent plenty of time with you despite having work to do, but it also meant you had to go on planes more often than you wanted to- which is to say, you had to go on them at all.

Up until now you’d both been able to get away with boats and cars pretty often, but not this time unfortunately.

You look around, wiggling your shoulders a bit to try and relieve the tension you can feel building in them. The plane is entirely empty. Passione has a few private jets to use for work, so Giorno had offered to have the two of you take one of those instead of flying with the general public. You don’t know if that made you feel much better, but at least you know you won’t be stuck near a crying child. Which was a pretty big plus, really.

Hearing the door to the front of the plane open, your eyes snap forward, met with the sight of Giorno gently closing the door behind him as he offers you a small calming smile, walking towards to to sit beside you.

“We’ll be taking off in a few minutes.” He sits down, grabbing you hand to hold between both of his, his tone soft and concern shining in his eyes, “How are you doing?”

You offer him a weak smile in return, not wanting to worry him more than he already was.

“Oh you know, just peachy, can’t wait.” You say with a self-deprecating laugh.

He starts to reply, but he’s cut off by the plane lurching forward as it starts to move, readying to take off.

You squeeze his hands tightly, your other hand shooting forward to grip his leg like a vice as you close your eyes, trying not to panic and closing your eyes.

You can feel Giorno moving around a bit, and the sound of the armrest clicking up, then Giorno gently unlatches your hands from him and pulls you sideways onto his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist and exhaling slowly as he lets you grab the front of his shirt, burying your face into his shoulder. And that is how you stay for the entire duration of the take off, and then for at least 15 minutes after the plane reaches its cruising altitude.

Giorno presses a tender kiss to the top of your head. You can hear the guilt in his voice when he speaks.

“I’m so sorry amore, I hate to be the cause of such distress for you, truly.”

“It’s fine, taking off is the worst part, I’m sure I’ll calm down a bit soon. Anyways, it’s not your fault, it’s the plane’s fault.” You reply. And it’s the truth, Giorno was the only good thing about this whole situation.

Giorno hums in acknowledgment, one of the hands that had been resting around your hips moving to slide up your back a bit, blunt fingernails scratching through the thin material of your top. He leans his head forward a bit, his lips resting against you neck, warm breath ghosting over your skin, causing you to shudder.

“What if I distracted you from the plane?”

You freeze for a moment. You’re not wholly opposed to the idea, but something about it does feel sort of … wrong. And you choose not to dwell on how that wrongness makes your skin feel just a bit hotter already.

“Well…” You pause, trying to think beyond the way Giorno has started to nip at the base of your neck, the hand not holding your back dropping down to rest on your leg, thumb drawing lazy circles that keep moving closer and closer to your inner thigh. All in all, he’s making a good case for himself so far.

“Alright, I suppose it might help a bit.”

Giorno smiles into your neck sweetly, then bites down hard and sucks on the skin there, drawing a sharp gasp from you.

He gives the now sore spot an apology kiss before pulling back to look at you, eyes dark, his desire apparent.

“Are you sure?” he says, voice husky, “Once we start, I might not be able to stop.”

You smile, taking a deep breath before shifting on his lap to straddle his hips proper.

“I’m sure. You can be pretty distracting to me when you want to be.”

His eyes flash at your tone, and in the next moment he’s got one hand on your ass, gripping hard, practically kneading, and the other in the back of your hair, gripping nearly as hard as his other hand is as he pulls you forward for a rough, deep kiss that lasts until you both pull back to catch your breath.

He grips your hips with both hands now, grinding your body against his with a rhythm you easily agree too. You can feel his hard cock straining against his pants already, and a thrill shoots through at the power you have over him, how he’s so turned on already. Your hands are splayed across his chest, and you continue rutting against him, you curl your fingers down, nails scratching over the skin his shirt always leaves exposed, his responding groan sending a jolt straight to your core.

With your cooperation he slides your shirt off, hands coming up to cup your breasts, nudging you to lean back gently so he can get a better view of your bra-clad chest as it heaved with your heavy breathing. You’d worn a cute bra today, it was a black one, with a beautiful floral print on it, and just a bit of lace around the edges, surprisingly comfortable too. Inclining his head after enjoying the view long enough, Giorno pulls you back to him, burying his face into your chest to leave a kiss in your cleavage. He trails kisses all over your chest, sucking in a few spots, lips and tongue lingering on the edges of your bra, his other hand dragging his thumb over your covered nipple.

You let out a breathless chuckle. He’d always had a special fondness for your tits, and as a result he bought you many beautiful and expensive bras as gifts, his humble request in return was that you wear them.

“Taking your time there again, I see.” you tease.

Giorno stops for a moment, tilting his head to rest his cheek against your chest as he replies earnestly.

“You have beautiful breasts, tesoro, they deserve to be given extra attention, something I am all too happy to do.”

You flush at the praise before moving back, sliding out of his hands and off his lap as quick as you can, dropping to your knees between his legs and looking up at him. Giorno seems a bit confused as to why you moved so suddenly, but he makes no attempts to stop you. Looking up at him through your lashes, you drink in Giorno’s appearance. His hair is a bit disheveled, strands starting to break free from their coils and braid. His face is flushed, lips a well-kissed shade of red, pupils blown wide. You note, with a bit of amusement, that his chest is rather pleasing to look at as well, especially right now, while you can still see the raised red lines from where you’d been dragging your nails earlier. Finally, you reach up, grabbing his cock through his pants and giving it a firm stroke, Giorno rewarding you with a broken gasp and his upper body jerks forward as the pleasure catches him by surprise.

“Thank you, but you’re very beautiful too, Giorno.” you’re practically purring at him as you tentatively stroke him again, “I think you deserve extra attention as well.”

His throat bobs as he swallows, voice rough when he speaks.

“I thought I was supposed to be distracting you.” he says, sounding a bit guilty.

You flash him a smile as you start to undo the buttons to his pants, turning to press a kiss to his inner thigh.

“Believe me when I say I am wholly focused on this right now.” you reply, helping him slide his pants and underwear down far enough for his cock to spring free. He’s fully hard now, and you can see a bit of precum leaking from the tip.

You lean forward, holding the base with one hand and steadying yourself on his thigh with the other, and take the tip into your mouth, giving it an experimental suck before moving to immediately take as much of him into your mouth as you can and coating it with as much spit as you can. Giorno sucks a harsh breath through his teeth, one hand gripping the armrest tightly, and the other drops to his leg, where he intertwines his fingers with the hand you’re using to stay steady as best he can.

If you could smile right now, you’d be grinning from ear to ear. Giorno was always going out of his way to be a selfless lover, so times like these, where he let you make him feel good, were always something you cherished. And also, truthfully, nothing made you feel as hot and powerful as bringing the Don to his knees for you.

Moving your head up and down a few more times, you pulled back all the way, releasing him with a sigh, savoring the small whine that followed.

You shuffle forward a bit on your knees at the same time as you adjust your bra, pulling it up to rest a bit higher on your breast, leaving a decently sized gap between the front of it and your cleavage. It’s not a particularly comfortable way to wear it, but it doesn’t actually hurt and it suits your purposes for now. You can see Giorno fidgeting slightly in anticipation, and now you do smile at him and you gently ease his cock under the front band of your bra and between your breast. Once you have him situated comfortably for you, you press a kiss to the tip of his cock, causing it to jerk slightly.

“Are you ok, is this comfortable?” You ask, wanting to make sure it isn’t too tight for him.

“Y-yeah.” his voice cracks a bit, and he swallows loudly to clear his throat, “Its fine, please.” he says, the last part is a breathless plea.

When you start moving up and down, fucking him with your tits, his head drops back and he squeezes your hands tightly, his voice nearly breaking again as he moans your name, thighs and stomach muscles flexing as he tries to stay as still as possible for you, beads of sweat starting to form on his neck.

“I like it when you say my name like that.” you say, your tone making it seem like you’re praising him. Which is pretty much what you are doing, watching him come undone like this for you has your underwear practically drenched, but you push that to the back of your mind for now.

After bouncing up and down for a bit more, you can tell he’s getting close by the way he’s biting his lip and clenching his jaw, alternating between watching you intently and closing his eyes and breathing deeply. Deciding you’ve teased him long enough, you dip your head, taking into your mouth as much of him as you can while still sliding the rest of his cock between your breasts.

“Fuck, I’m close, I, fuck, ooh-“ he moans, and that’s all the warning your get before he lurches forward, cock twitching as ropes of cum shoot into your mouth. You wait a brief moment, and then swallow it down around him, the feeling of you sucking on his oversensitive cock drawing a soft whimper from him. You let him out of your mouth with a pop, but stay put, allowing him enjoy the afterglow of his orgasm for bit. The hand that is holding yours never let go, and now you can feel him gently rubbing his thumb over the back of you hand as your intertwined hands rest on his still twitching thigh.

By the time the two of you are cleaned up and dressed and presentable again, it’s nearly time to land- which is thankfully not as terrible an ordeal for you as taking off is.

Giorno kisses you gently, and when he pulls back his expression is sheepish, almost apologetic.

“Thank you amore, I feel a bit bad… I was supposed to be taking care of you.”

You brush off his apology with a smile, “It worked out anyway, this has definitely been the best experience I’ve had on a plane.”

He smiles softly at your words, leaning against you slightly.

“Well, I suppose I do have the ride home to pay you back.” He muses.

You smile. Then you frown.

“Oh fuck I… forgot we’d have to fly back.”

#giorno giovanna x reader #giorno giovanna #jjba x reader #jjba imagine #smut #i dont even know what to say about this at this point.#i still dont know how to wrITE SMUT. SO.#i dont know why i decided to add the concept of being on a plane or t**f*cking to this either like i really #i'm so tired its 4 am i spent like 3 hours on this #and now im just rambling in the tags bc im scared 2 post it #and im also Deliriously tired #ANYWAYS. ANON I HOPE THIS IS OK.#Anonymous #mine*

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let-it-show · 5 years ago

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All The Love I Found In You 6/?

Heeeey so part 5 is right over here! So I actually thought I’d be near wrapped up by now but various parts come creeping in and well there’s more to go. Lol. This is another sickeningly sweet part lol sorry, but it’s nice cause the next part will definitely be heavier.... And not out til next week since I am going on a little trip in the next few days. SORRY. Anyway, Elsa does something for Anna...and makes a big decision. You’ll find part 7 HERE! Enjoy, and tag for @hellodemoiselle !

Pulling themselves out of the embrace to fix up and then leaving the room altogether was near impossible. Elsa decided she was going to stick with Anna the rest of the day. If she had to step away from her anytime soon she felt like she could spiral. That was certainly overdramatic and she knew it, especially since she was starting to grasp some understanding of her feelings.

No matter what she couldn't process being apart from her, which made her think even more about leaving Ahtohallan.

If Kristoff was going then she definitely wasn't going to abandon Anna again.

Elsa found herself on Anna's arm as they walked into town once again, their heads close together. She felt strange, that with Anna she was also in a protective bubble and all the outside was muffled from her mind. Had she not known otherwise, she would have wondered if she were sleepily drunk.

Some heads turned toward them as they walked and Elsa could swear they were seeing a glow about them. Perhaps some individuals could sense it the way Menander could. Or maybe they were happy to see the sisters as excitement and celebrations were about the town. The party was for the castle and council, staff and such - bu citizens knew they were having a gathering with a kingdom they were peaceful with and that was always to be enjoyed.

The joy in the air only added to how Elsa felt.

She belonged there, in her home that was so warm and beautiful. The Northuldra were welcoming and treated her kindly. But Arendelle had something the forest was unable to imitate.

Either one of them, Elsa had the freedom to choose. She could be free anywhere she wanted and it felt like that thought just then clicked into place even as she had thought of it before.

They stopped outside a clothing shop, and Elsa was briefly able to pull herself away from Anna. That was because, for whatever reason, she felt compelled to get Anna a gift. Anna could have anything she wanted really. Everyone adored her. Still, Elsa felt like she had to do something, get that energy out.

Separating herself from Anna was difficult but once she was inside the shop she was distracted looking for something perfect, something that would really speak to her. Maybe something that spoke to them both was even better.

Initially nothing looked terribly promising, which wasn't a problem with the brightly lit little shop. The clothing was well made by a young woman named Svana. Elsa had met her many times as she had been to the castle to make various items for them. Her work was wonderful but Elsa had to be picky when it came to Anna.

She also made some accessories, and so Elsa drifted off to look at those. The few others shopping looked at her and she tried to meet their gazes with a smile, but she was preoccupied. A necklace with a sunflower? No...too basic. A special ribbon for her hair? That wasn't what she was looking for either. Bracelets, they were nice, but somehow none of them landed for her either.

Then something caught her eye.

Displayed on a little stand was a wooden pendant attached to two black cords braided together and into a necklace. Burnt into the wood was a symbol - two lines crossed with one line featuring two more perpendicular lines sprouting from it and turning the opposite direction of each other. It made what was almost a fully formed square at the center but with half of two sides missing.

Elsa knew what that was and she carefully removed the necklace to buy immediately.

She hurried to Svana with it, not even looking at others inside. It wasn't Anna-like but she didn't care. Svana was a petite white woman with long light brown hair that almost reached her hips. She kept it in a loose ponytail that Elsa imagined would drive her crazy. Svana had a pair of the kindest eyes Elsa had ever seen with a small button nose above a lopsided smile. That smile was offered to Elsa right away.

"Ah, Queen Anna!" Svana greeted her happily. "What a delight seeing you in here! It has been a little while since you stopped in."

"Oh...sorry," Elsa said as she took on a guilty smile. She wasn't sure how often Anna stopped in town to shop. They rarely went in when Elsa visited, preferring to do their own thing together.

Svana shook her head as she took the necklace. "No, no, you are often busy! We know you save free time for your lover or Elsa," she said. "Ah, you've made a wonderful choice here."

"Aha.." Elsa didn't know what to say. Anna's 'lover' who was no longer, how would people take that? "Yes, I certainly have."

"The bind rune for eternal love." Svana sighed. "Such a wonderful feeling. Is this for Kristoff? I almost feel as though he should be purchasing it for you!"

Awkward. "Ah, no, it is-it...it's for me." She nearly said it was for her sister. Normally she probably would have, but what was happening with Kristoff made her hold back for the time being. Elsa was strangely afraid if she said the wrong thing she would end up somehow divulging more than she should, and that information was Anna's to give.

Svana blinked. "Oh." Clearly she hadn't expected that. "How unusual for one to buy a token of love for themselves..."

"Yes well..." She laughed nervously and awkwardly which was at least accurate for Anna. "I like it for thinking about my...love. It reminds me of my love." That much was true even if she was improvising like crazy.

At that, Svana blinked again but her smile grew. "Ah, I see! Oh how interesting that is, I must admit I like it. Sometimes I forget we need our own chosen tokens to reflect our feelings."

"Yes." Elsa reached for money to pay but Svana waved it away.

"No charge for this, my Queen!"

"Oh! No, but I must, you know I don't like to-"

"Please consider it a gift! Today is such a beautiful spring day and there are good feelings all around. I can think of no other conditions under which to gift you with this. It will carry the happiness through to your heart, and make this pendant all the more joyous."

Elsa had been winding up to protest once again, but she stopped, mouth open, regarding what Svana had said. She didn't like to just take things from people and had been given many gifts as a Queen even as she had asked for it not to happen. It felt like too much. Elsa didn't want anyone giving her anything at their own expense; it was even almost embarrassing.

However...what Svana said struck her. It was a special day, and a special gesture. Anna deserved something with so much thought and festivity behind it as well as being from her heart. With that in mind, she decided to accept. "Alright Svana, you've convinced me," she said with a light laugh. She held out her hand as Svana gently slipped the necklace into a little wooden box. "Thank you very very much...I won't forget that you've done this for me," she told her and she meant it. They would have to do something special for the woman.

"Oh Queen Anna, it's an honor," Svana replied as a light brush settled on her cheeks. She placed the box gently in Elsa's hand. "Please enjoy the rest of the day, and I hope you will find a perfect place for this pendant so that you may gaze upon it often."

Elsa knew just the place. She thanked Svana and exited with the little box, seeing Anna was not immediately there. She wasn't far however - just across at a little stand Anna was entertaining a couple of little girls. Her hand spun in the air as she made a little snow duckling dance and do silly things as the kids laughed and tried to imitate it. They fell over each other in their attempts, but that only made them laugh harder.

Anna looked up as Elsa approached. There was an uncharacteristic big grin on her face but Elsa wouldn't be mentioning it. Her heart felt too full and too good to speak a word of criticism to Anna. She just watched her and the little snow duckling. Anna did so well with her powers, and entertaining those kids fit her so well.

"Well, looks like its time for me to keep going," Anna told them, and they gave super sad faces. "Nooo, don't do that..."

"Send them home with a snow duckling," Elsa suggested. Best idea ever? Probably not, but Elsa had indeed created over a hundred tiny snowmen she didn't have control of, so a snow duckling didn't seem like a big deal.

"Ah." Anna laughed. "Okay," she said, and gave the duckling's butt a little scooch with her hand. It peeped as a permafrost spread over it to keep it whole, and scuttled toward the kids who cheered.

And so, they were once again able to move on. "So uh, what did you get?" Anna asked after straightening up and taking Elsa's arm with her own again. Her eyes darted to the box several times. Elsa could feel the excitement radiating through her.

"Let's get to our clearing," she suggested, and Anna tugged her along immediately.

They were able to get there without too much interference. On the way a few more people stopped them, saying how happy they were for the festivities and inviting the Queen and her sister to their various gatherings should they want to leave the castle party. It wasn't totally outlandish - one time they had snuck out of a deathly boring 'ball' and had a better time joining Baggi and some of his friends for dinner. No one had even noticed they had left which was a sign of how terrible the royal gathering had been.

That one time was all it took though for the regular requests to come in.

So they were expected and Elsa thanked each and every individual. Maybe someday they would take up the offer again but too much was on their minds that day and surely that evening. They needed to discuss how to treat questions about Kristoff before the party too.

Elsa had to shrug it off for the time being.

Once they stepped into the clearing, the sunflower could be seen glittering once again. It was a welcome sight. "So, you'll show me now?" Anna asked with a giggle, stepping away from Elsa but holding her hand.

The breeze came and Elsa shivered. "Make us a little shelter," she suggested. "A little igloo?"

"Not a mini ice castle?" Anna teased.

"No." Elsa shook her head as she laughed. "No, I may still be cold in an ice castle. An igloo too, maybe but..." She remembered traveling with Anna over a year ago, and how their tent was destroyed. The result was cuddling each other in an igloo for the night and that warm memory pushed her.

"Igloos are cute." Anna turned away from her and spread her arms, palms out. The snow flowed from them in quick bursts, forming brick by brick. It took but a few moments for the bricks to build and form into a snug igloo, the entry watched over by the sunflower.

Then Anna turned back, took Elsa's hand, and dragged her inside excitedly. Elsa nearly tripped over her own feet in the rush.

Inside the igloo was actually very cozy. With no breeze, it was warmer after all. There wasn't much for light though. Anna seemed to notice immediately and she flicked one hand. Across from them and near the ceiling, a thin sheet of ice formed to give them a window and sparkling light.

Perfect.

"Well then..." Elsa turned the box over in her hand, suddenly feeling a little shy. Was it too much?

"Go on. I'll love it," Anna said gently and touched her arm.

Elsa knew that she was right, but still took a deep breath. Then she held up the box and gently opened it to reveal what was inside. "I-I want you to know-ah, always know how I feel for you. I want you to have a symbol of how we will always be. Always." She was getting tongue tied.

The box was open and Anna's gaze was drawn to it. She stared, and stared, and said nothing for a few seconds. Elsa got nervous...

And then Anna squealed. It was the first time Elsa had ever actually heard herself squeal and it was really weird...but in Anna language, it was a good thing! Her nerves began to disperse as solid thoughts, and a solid decision, came to be in her mind.

"This is-this is the bind rune for-"

"-for eternal love," Elsa finished for her, smiling gently. "This bond, this love between us, it's forever, Anna," she said in a soft voice. "It took a long time for me to actually realize that, and I'm sorry for that. All those years you spent on the other side of my closed door, your heart was so open and ready to understand, while mine wasn't. I've hurt you because I coudn't grasp all that was between us. Anna, I could spend this lifetime regretting it or I could spend it with you, being the soulmate you deserve."

"Elsa..." Anna barely whispered her name, such a difference from her squealing. "Oh Elsa! I...you...I would never want you to regret and I...probably didn't really understand just..."

"Do you like it?" Elsa interrupted.

"I love it!" Anna rocked on her feet for a moment before reaching for the necklace. "I love it...I love you, Elsa. And spending-wait. Do you mean you're going to stay...?"

Elsa nodded, and a split second later she was tackled into the side of the igloo by a tight hug around her torso, arms still out as she tried not to drop the box. It was thrilling and she let out a loud laugh of surprise as Anna embraced her repeating her name over and over and practically vibrating.

"Anna, cold! Side of igloo, cold!" Elsa managed between laughs. Even through her jubilation, she could feel that snowy chill and it was harsh.

"Oops!" Anna made quick work of spinning them around and dragging Elsa closer against her while they hugged against the wall. She nuzzled into the crook of Elsa's shoulder and Elsa rested her head against her sister's.

All was well, until she heard a sniffle. Instantly Elsa took a step back and raised Anna's chin with her finger. "Anna?"

Elsa was met with her face full of tears, but a wide happy smile. "T-tears of happiness Elsa, tears of happiness...here.." She took the little box from Elsa to tuck into a pocket on her dress - Elsa missed being able to create pockets on her clothing - before touching Elsa's arm to turn her.

"What are you...?" Elsa asked as she felt Anna pulling her down.

"Just go with it," Anna told her and down she sat, settling against the igloo and holding Elsa's back to her chest as she sat her between her legs. Anna buried her face against her neck with a happy sigh and squeezed her in her firm grip. She continued to sniffle and Elsa could feel the little tremors through her body.

Despite being fully aware it was happy crying, Elsa still had to fight down anxiety. Hearing and seeing Anna cry always put her on high alert. She was always ready to protect her. With Anna holding her she was able to relax within a couple of minutes.

Once she did, she could really feel the warmth from Anna, and the slight cold on her butt from being on the ground. At least the cape bunching beneath her helped out there. "You're really okay?" she asked quietly.

"Very," came Anna's answer, a little broken from her crying. "You're going to stay. I won't lose you again...will-will I?"

"No, no." Elsa knew she shouldn't speak for the future. She just couldn't see anything that would pull her apart from Anna again. If she had to do something alone, she didn't want to do it, or she would return quickly. She was unwilling to be without her. "I still want to watch some memories at Ahtohallan, I still want to visit the forest but I'll take you with me. I'll show you everything, instead of leaving you alone in the dark." The words flowed out of her mouth without her even thinking about it.

"Show me everything," Anna echoed and hugged her tighter. "Take me with you."

For a while they sat in silence. Anna's sniffling tapered off as she gained some control of herself and Elsa allowed herself to simply take in the moment, her hands resting on Anna's. The icy window drew her attention and she looked up at it in thought. It had always been hard to know when she made the right decision but throughout the recent years she had moments of clarity.

From Anna's sacrifice to save her, telling her she belonged in Arendelle and was not a monster, to chasing the voice of the north wind to Ahtohallan to accept her importance in the world and why she existed, there were those moments where she felt secure. Those moments when she felt the surge of hope and confidence in what she was going to do were so big there could be no question. Sunlight danced on the ice and broke up as it passed through to light on her face. Assurance was what she felt.

"Anna," she finally said and breaking the silence felt criminal. "Anna, you should put on the necklace," she urged.

For a few seconds there was no response. Had she fallen asleep!? And then... "Oh." Anna shifted against her. "But I don't want to move. I'm so happy."

"Me too." She couldn't argue with that, so she decided not to.

Luckily Anna said more. "We do have to go back soon, for supper before the party..it will be fun I guess. I hope you can mostly dance with me."

That's right. She, as queen, would likely end up dancing with Menander and a couple of others just to be friendly and show kindness with the other kingdom, even if everyone was under the impression she was engaged to Kristoff. Ah, Kristoff...she would have to dance with him for appearances and that was going to be awkward. Elsa wasn't feeling too good about that so she didn't bring it up. "I hope so too," she responded.

She felt Anna shifting behind her as she let go of Elsa. She didn't get up though and Elsa didn't move. Unless Anna prompted her to, she was happy to stay down. It mattered little that her rear was getting quite numb. Anna shuffled a little more and then her hands went around Elsa's shoulders with the necklace.

"Anna, I should be putting this on you!" she said as she angled her head to look at her briefly.

"It is going on 'me', silly! When we're back to normal I'll be wearing it. And I like putting it on you while your soul is in there. This bind rune is about both of us."

"I got it for you."

"I know that." Anna fastened the necklace and then touched the pendant where it rested just below her neck. "And I'm putting it on you and I at the same time. Both of us. ...It works okay!?" she finally said with a huff.

"Okay okay!" Elsa laughed. She followed Anna's train of thought and it was very sweet. "Ah, I adore you Anna," she said with a shake of her head and fond smile.

"Lucky me!" Anna replied. "Hey. Um..." Her voice had suddenly changed and Elsa could practically hear the blush. "Will you turn your head again and...I want to kiss you."

Elsa obliged, no urge to comment. Oh, how she loved kissing Anna! Elsa had never thought of herself kissing anyone at all, with her disinterest in any romance. It hadn't bothered her to think she'd never experience it. With Anna the idea of never kissing her again made her heart drop. It was their way to feel and show their love and it was addictive.

Anna's lips met hers right away and Elsa reached up to cradle her head in her arm as her eyes closed. She had much to do, but perhaps they would just stay in the igloo forever instead.

Unfortunately, they couldn't do that. Once more they had to force themselves to release one another, to stand up and exit the igloo. Outside they were met with the snowy outlines of snowmen dancing with each other just above the ground. They twirled together with little stick hands out, then drew close and embraced as they slid in little loops. They continued their fun as the girls walked away.

Elsa couldn't believe the feeling that had so quickly taken her over! She knew it was love, everything that compelled her had been born from love, but she wondered if that was also what falling in love felt like. She'd loved Anna for a long time but as they were sisters much of that was natural. Love grew more as she opened her heart to Anna, then even more as they bled into soulmates.

Where did romance fit in there? Was it romance?

Was it even something she should seek to define?

Perhaps not, she thought as she clutched Anna's hand on the way back to the castle. Her mind seemed to always search, always want to form things into answers she could grasp and make sense of. It'd been that way for so long. Being isolated to her room made her want to learn why she was the way she was and sometimes that came back around to hit her hard. She just had to wave it away and focus on Anna.

Soon enough she couldn't even dwell on that. The castle was already bursting with merriment when they entered. Elsa knew they were incredibly late for opening the doors to the civilians and entertaining issues but luckily no one seemed to care.

The reason why was easy to see - nearly everyone in the courtyard on the way in right on to the Great Hall, was holding a glass or two of wine. People who had come in seeking the queen, who weren't any kind of royal or kitchen staff? They had wine too.

"Oh dear he started early," Elsa said with a nervous chuckle. Menander usually waited until after supper. Supper! What was he thinking, no one had even eaten!

Anna had a look of horror on her face. "No no no what is he doing! This isn't a party open to everyone who happens to wander in! There's-oh my god what if someone spills drink all over one of the ambassadors and everyone thinks a drunken free for all happened here in Arendelle?"

Elsa nodded, biting her lower lip in worry. The place was festive, nicely decorated with green, gold and purple streamers across the ceiling and hanging decorations featuring the crocus. Flowers that had been grown in the palace were perched by the windows that were letting light flood in. The chatter was loud but there was a lot of laughter too...

If the afternoon stayed like that as it bled into the evening, then there was hope it would not get too out of control. Menander was good at commanding a party. If he could just steer it in a direction that wasn't utterly chaotic then it would be alright. Elsa wasn't ready to put all her trust in him for that but maybe she had to.

That was when Anna tugged on her sleeve and motioned toward a very long table holding several bowls of some kind of drink. Was it wine? Was it liquors? Elsa had absolutely no idea yet and she wasn't going to drink it all to find out. "Oh Anna," she hissed.

"I know," Anna replied. They exchanged glances and both were nervous.

Regardless, they wandered into the crowd. They were in for an interesting evening indeed.

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All you need is a lambo | ksj x reader (M)

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summary: Seokjin decides to splurge on a new car. Your reaction is a different one than he had expected. word count: 2,4k warnings: explicit smut, car sex, dirty talk, this is still somehow fluffy?, some implied impreg, I’m a crackhead and wrote this in one sitting A/N: This was inspired by Seokjin’s Lamborghini rumour, the Grand Tour and the yellow Porsche 911 that used to sometimes park next to my building in gangnam I miss u

You were about to finish a report for work when Jin and a friend of his entered your shared apartment, loudly chattering and laughing. They seemed to be in an extraordinary mood, especially for a Tuesday evening. „Hi (Y/N)!“ Minjun greeted you, still grinning brightly. You greeted him back with a smile, waiting for Jin to make his way over to you for you a kiss hello. Coming home to each other was always the highlight of your days and you could never quite believe the way he made your heart flutter. “Hey baby.”

He murmured with a boyish gleam in his eyes after parting from your lips. As if his friend wasn’t there. Something was going on and you couldn’t help but be infected by his badly concealed giddiness. “I’ve missed you” you smiled at him, longing to run your fingers through his perfect hair. It was only then you remembered that Minjun was still standing at the entrance of your living room. Trying to collect yourself you turned away from Jin. “Do you want to stay for dinner? I was planning on ordering chicken.” You had almost forgotten about being the good host your mama had taught you to be. But Minjun declined with a polite smile. “Thanks, but I’m just dropping your man off. He’s got some confessing to do.” “Minjun!” Jin laughed, causing you to send him a suspicious frown. The tips of his ears were all red, a tell tale sign of him being excited and or embarrassed. “I’ll leave you two to it then, it was nice seeing you (Y/N). See you soon!” With that he was gone from your apartment and you were finally able to give Jin your undivided attention. He was almost acting like that one time he had bought a crazy sex toy for the two of you to try. “So... what exactly do you have to confess to me?” You hugged him a bit closer to you with a teasing grin. “Uh...” He scratched his neck and chuckled nervously. “I bought a car.” Huh. Way less of a scandalous confession than you would have expected. But just as you were about to ask him what all the fuzz was about he spoke up again. “An... expensive car.” You listened up. So he had bought a new toy after all... “Can I see it?” The whole situation was torturous for curious old you. His lips formed a pout while he thought about it. Then he wordlessly took your hand and pulled you towards the front door. The two of you took the elevator down to the garage, now both too excited to really talk. When the silver doors finally opened Jin was quick to put his hands over your eyes. You groaned. “Jiiin- you’re killing me!” He chuckled into your ear, reminding you of just how close he was to you. Then, after a moment of hearing nothing but your steps echoing through the empty garage you stopped and Jin took a deep breath. “Okay... just, please, don’t be mad.” With that you were finally given back your eyesight. And what a sight the car in front of you was. You let out an incredulous laugh. The metallic royal blue of the Lamborghini in front of you did a gorgeous job at reflecting the garage’s low lighting, its feline headlights lighting up when Jin unlocked it. Then the scissor doors opened and you finally understood what Richard Hammond had meant when he said ,scissor doors really make me horny’. For a moment you just stood there, admiring the beauty in front of you, unable to speak. Then you turned to Jin with wide eyes. “You bought an Aventador?” For some reason you were whispering. Jin sighed, his eyes dropping to the floor. “I know... it’s insane. I just... I’m always driven everywhere and when I drive it’s always huge SUVs with six annoying guys in the back and a week ago I drove a friend’s Porsche and I remembered how much I used to love driving and then I did some research and-“ You could feel that he was about to spiral into a rant to justify himself and your heart clenched at the thought of it. “Jin, honey.” You interrupted him as gently as possible. „Why on earth would you think I was going to be mad? I mean, yeah, I would have gone for a MacLaren or an i8 but you don’t have to justify yourself in front of me! Every penny you spent on this car was worked for with blood, sweat and tears and you know what? I’m actually so incredibly proud of you right now. You don’t always have to be so responsible you know?“ He sent you a relieved look, eyes sparkling. „Really?“ God your boyfriend was way too good for this world. „Yes, honey. And, also...“ You stood on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear. „I’m really turned on right now.“ You didn’t exactly know what it was, maybe the thought of Jin getting out of that car in a smart suit, maybe the scissor doors, maybe both, but your expression mirrored your mood so heavily that it caused Jin to choke on thin air. He threw a nervous look around the two of you. „Babe... there’s surveillance cameras.“ You pouted for a moment, then an idea hit you. „You probably ordered the car with tinted windows, right?“ It took Jin a moment to catch onto what you were suggesting, then a smirk shot across his lips. „I mean, we do have to give this car a proper christening.“ You almost squealed in delight, your panties already clinging onto your skin. „Get in and put the driver’s seat back as far as possible.“ Jin went to follow your order, but not without turning around to send you a wink. „Ain‘t my first rodeo with you, m‘lady.“ His joke made you laugh out loud, slightly easing up the built up tension between you. You loved how even overcome with lust, Jin had not once been just a person to fuck. You clicked on an emotional level just as much as you clicked on a physical level and it just made you want him even more. How did you ever even find someone like him? With hazy thoughts you got into the car just after Jin, directly placing yourself into his lap without hesitation. The dark look in his eyes made you shiver, and when he moved to close the supercar‘s doors you knew you were done for. He sat up slightly and placed his hands on your ass, pushing you directly onto his growing bulge. He still hadn’t connected your lips and it was too late you realised that he was teasing you. “So, you’re saying this turned you on?” You nodded and actively had to keep yourself from moaning when he shoved his fingers into your panties. He, too, lost his composure for a second. “Shit, you’re wet.” He groaned, burying his head in your neck to place longing kisses there. You just thanked the heavens that you had decided to wear a dress that morning. Without giving you a warning he buried two of his long fingers in your seeping cunt, knowing fully well that you didn’t need prepping in this state anymore. With a lazy grin on his lips he watched your reaction, took in the way you let out a breathy moan and your eyes pressed shut. “Princess tell me, what is it that turned you on this much?” He gave you an experimental thrust with his fingers, curling them against that spot inside of you with painful accuracy. “Is it the car?” Another thrust. “Or is it the thought of me in it?” And another one, so bittersweet you began grinding against the heel of his hand. “You!” You moaned out, revelling at the feeling of his fingers inside of you. “It’s you, just you!” You loved the way he got so confident when you hyped him up in situations like these, loved the way the confidence made him even sexier. At that, he finally leaned up to kiss you, the kiss quickly escalating into a needy greedy pulling at clothes and fight for dominance. He was fully hard at this point, letting out a moan when you accidentally grinded down on him just the right way. “God I love you.” He groaned, and for a moment it was just the two of you panting, forehead leaning against forehead. “I love you more.” You whispered and you were sure your eyes were just as blown out as his. “Do you think I can take my panties off without hitting my head against the roof?” Jin let out a breathless laugh. “I bet you five bucks you can’t.” With his help you leaned against the steering wheel and, one leg at a time, took off your panties. Before you could think of a good place to put them in Jin had already snatched them out of your hand and shoved them into the back pocket of his jeans. “I’m keeping these.” He murmured and moved to chase your lips again. And back you were situated right against the tent in his pants. You were starting to lose patience, so with shaky fingers you unbuckled his belt and undid the zipper of his jeans, trying to shove them down as far as possible. In the process you so conveniently brushed against his dick and coaxed a beautiful moan from him. “Fuck, (Y/N), hurry up.” You giggled and kissed him deeply, then murmured a low ,up’ against his pillowy lips. Immediately knowing what you meant he lifted his hips for just a second, giving you the chance to pull down his boxers as well and finally free his cock. Jin was probably the only man in the world whose penis you’d ever call pretty, but it just was the only word to properly describe it in all its glory. Heavily it rested against his clothed stomach, perfectly curved to hit all the necessary spots inside of you and a pink wet tip to match his juicy lips. Judging by the way you were both so riled up you called it quits with the foreplay and went for it, grabbing his dick and slowly sinking down on it. For a second you were both at a loss for words, the way he just so perfectly filled you making you see stars. “‘M not gonna last long.” Jin panted and you just nodded with your eyes still closed. The whole situation had you so electrically loaded that you were embarrassingly close to cumming yourself. Slowly and as far as the low roof of the sports car allowed you lifted yourself up from his dick, starting a slow but determined pace. You hadn’t felt this good in quite a while, Jin’s hands were roaming in all the right places and his kisses had found the spot on your neck that could make you sing. “Isn’t there a theory that you get pregnant if you have sex in a car?” Jin suddenly mused. You involuntarily clenched around him at the thought. “Fuck, Jin, do you want me to cum right away?” It looked like he was in charge again, because he sent you a burning look through hooded eyes and suddenly thrusted up into you sharply. “That’s what I’m trying to do baby.” He started his own, rougher pace, additionally placing his fingers on your clit just the way you liked it. That sealed both your dooms, the stimulation causing you to clench around him even further and him to fuck up into you even faster. “Shit Baby, you’re so hot. How do we ever keep our hands off each other?” You moaned. At this point you were just clinging onto him, ready to take whatever he was willing to give. In the back of your mind your reason screamed at you to stop ruining a brand new Lamborghini, but holy shit this was definitely going to be among at least the top five of your best fucks ever list. “Public indecency is generally frowned upon baby. But that’s what we’ve got tints for.” You could tell he was growing close to his end by the way his thrusts were becoming sharper and sharper, and you were, too. Your orgasm came closer with every circle of his fingers against your clit, every brush of his head against your g-spot, every tickling breath against your neck. “You’re going to make me cum so good, going to fill you up so well. I can feel you’re close too, you’re squeezing around me like your life depends on it.” His pace was so fast now that your eyes were probably permanently rolled into the back of your head. “Come on, let go baby.” The combination of his words, his fingers working away at your clit and his dick literally twitching finally sent you over the edge into a frenzy, a euphoria you never wanted to end. Your climax triggered his and you were both reduced to moaning messes, using each other to ride out your highs. Your orgasm left you feeling all fuzzy and content and feeling so full of love for the man who had just given you the fuck of your life, so much that all you could do was bury your face in his neck. He seemed to feel about the same, not really able to more than sling his arms around you and bring you impossibly closer. This was probably the most intimate you had ever gotten with anyone, Jin’s softening dick inside you and his lips scattering stray kisses against the side of your face. “I really, really love you.” You murmured, suddenly feeling the ache in your thighs and the tiredness settling into your bones. He propped you up slightly to be able to look at you, gently brushing his hands through your messy hair to try and somehow fix it. The look on his face stole your breath away, so full of adoration and love. “I love you more. Believe me. But...” “What?” You frowned. “We didn’t even get to use the awesome sound system!” You threw your head back and laughed heartily. “Next time.” Jin just chuckled. “Yeah. Next time.”

About a month later you were pacing up and down in your bathroom, waiting for the result of a certain test. When the timer rang it revealed itself to be positive and you couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you. Jin’s theory had been right. Apparently, if you want a baby, all you need is a lambo. Damn you and your love for cars.

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