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radioactiveparker · 7 months ago

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The Boy Next Door - Mechanic!Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader (Smut)

Summary - You make a compromise with your new neighbour that grants him desirable compensation.

Warnings - Strong Language / Voyeurism / Public / Oral (M & F Receiving) / Face Fucking / Deep Throating / Spitting / Slapping / Dacryphilia (?) / Praise Kink / Degradation / Fingering / Cum Eating / Squirting / Multiple Orgasms / Anal (?) / Spanking / Creampie

Word Count - 5.2K

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You couldn't stand it anymore.

Another cough of an engine. Another bang on the hood. Another squeak of a wrench. You were gonna lose it. You had been lying in bed for almost an hour, trying to drown out the incessant sounds. You had listened to music on your Walkman, but you couldn't seem to turn it loud enough. You had shut all the windows of your trailer despite the sweltering summer heat and even almost suffocated yourself when covering your ears with your pillow.

Nothing seemed to work.

You had only moved into Hawkins' Forest Hills Trailer Park about a week ago, and this was the fourth night in a row this had occurred. You had yet to meet any of your neighbours, but you knew that there was one that you already couldn't stand. You wondered how the others put up with it, or perhaps they were so used to it that it never bothered them anymore. You had yet to get to that point.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Clank!

Squueeaakk!

Enough was enough. With a frustrated huff, you threw the covers off yourself, leaving you in a not-so-modest tank top and shorts. It was much too warm for anything else this time of year, and you were far too vexed to change. You flung the front door open and stormed your way out of the trailer.

It was still relatively light out. The sun sat low, lighting the western sky in a golden glow, and the daytime moon had risen high above Hawkins, ready to snuff out the sun's tenacious flame. The chill of the impending nighttime air sent shivers along your hot skin, cooling you down from being stuffed in your unventilated bedroom.

Outside the trailer on your left, a handsome man, roughly the same age as you, had his head buried in the engine of a car. He took a step back, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, and eyed his work so far. His brow creased, and his lip twitch with dissatisfaction. You admired the soft waves of his hair as he raked a hand through it, accidentally pulling some strands loose from its bun. His arms were exposed in his oil-stained wife beater. The ripple of his toned muscles enamoured you as they moved, and you took a fancy to the tattoos that adorned them. His eyes were deep and earthy like potted soil, glistening in the setting sun, making them swirl like pools of honey. The sloping bridge of his nose scrunched with a disgruntled sniff, and his plum bottom lip was tucked between his teeth in concentration. You were captivated by their movement as they soundlessly shaped his words, when suddenly a hand waved at your face.

"Can I help you?" He impatiently repeated for a third time, snapping you out of your trance.

Your mouth bobbed open as you tried to remember why you were out here in the first place. You hated that you had put that furrow across his brow as he waited for your response, itching to get back to work. Your cheeks felt unbearably hot, turning you molten from the top downwards and melting under his gaze. You feared he was far too handsome to stay mad at.

You cleared your throat, "Yeah, could you keep it down, please? I'm trying to sleep."

His eyes softened ever so slightly. "Sorry, sweetheart, I've got a deadline to meet, and I work through the day. It's the only chance I get to work on it." And he went back to work as if that was a good enough answer.

You scoffed, irritation slowly rising again. You told yourself it didn't matter how hot his grease streaked muscles were. "Listen, I've got a job interview tomorrow morning that I'd rather not miss because I overslept."

"Congratulations, I hope it works out for you." There was a strain in his voice as he tightened another bolt, oblivious to the point you were trying to make. You clearly weren't getting anywhere with this guy.

"How about a compromise then? You can keep working but just promise to keep it down?"

He looked up at you over the hood of his car with those big brown eyes that were hard to resist melting for. He raised his eyebrows challengingly before stalking towards you, wringing his hands on an old rag. Your heart quickened, and you refrained from squeezing your thighs together when he licked his pink lips and threw the rag over his wide shoulder. He towered over you, close enough for you to smell his manly musk and see the drops of sweat trickle down the delicious skin of his neck that you so desperately wanted to sink your teeth into.

"I'm afraid I can't do that, sweetheart. It's not exactly an easy task to do quietly." He spoke to you, but his eyes not-so-subtly gawked down your shirt (his vantage point giving him a direct view down it), only locking eyes with you when he had finished talking.

You resisted rolling your eyes - men were so easy to read. So you played into it. You arched your back slightly to push out your breasts, the cool breeze perking your nipples through your top, and rested a flirty hand on his bicep.

"Surely you deserve a break?" You stroked a finger down his arm teasingly and batted your lashes at him. "I mean, you said it yourself. You work all through the day, and now you're working all through the night? Even a strong, hard-working man like you needs to have a break sometimes."

His eyes lingered on your pouted lips, just long enough for you to catch him. His eyes darted around with every thought as he considered your proposition before staring at you intently. "If I do this for you, what do I get out of it? I'm gonna need some sort of compensation for the delay I'm gonna have."

You played with the hem of his tank top, tugging it playfully and revealing the defined muscles of his pecks. You were having far too much fun toying with this handsome stranger, and his devilishly good looks only made it that much easier to play your part. Besides, you thought he deserved it after causing you so many sleepless nights.

"I'm sure you can think of a way for me to thank you." You whispered seductively.

"You mean like a..." He looked around cautiously to make sure there was no one to overhear. "A you-know-what?" He whispered.

"A 'you-know-what'?" You laughed at his phrasing. "That all depends."

You spun in the direction of your trailer whipping your hair so he could smell the addictive scent of your shampoo. You swayed your hips as you walked back to your trailer. You were pretty sure that your ass cheeks were showing under your shorts, but that just made you all the more enticing.

"Depends on what?" He called, standing there like a lost puppy.

You skipped up the steps and peeked your head out the door. "On how good a night's sleep I get." You winked and shut the door.

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The sun beamed just as brightly as it had the day before, yet you didn't let the sticky, stifling heat ruin your mood. You pranced out of your car, stilettos in one hand, and your most professional blazer draped over your arm in an attempt to cool down.

You practically danced up the steps to your trailer when a voice called out. "Hey! How did the interview go?"

You turned to see your neighbour from last night jogging towards you. He looked every bit as handsome as he had been the night before, only in the heat of the early afternoon sun he had decided to go shirtless. Your eyes shamelessly surveyed his exposed torso. His skin was smooth and glowing golden from working outdoors all day. He had more tattoos decorating his toned muscles that trailed down to his happy tail and v lines. You resisted raking your hands along his chiselled body.

"Great!" You beamed, "they said they were gonna call me back tomorrow."

He nodded. It was nice of him to ask, but you knew he was interested in something else. "And erm, how did you sleep?"

Your mood just got even better. You'd had a semi-decent sleep last night, but with the nerves for your interview, you could hardly keep still. But that didn't really matter to you anymore. The swell of pride from a successful interview was enough to keep your adrenaline charged up.

Despite flirting with your neighbour last night, you'd had no intentions of offering him any 'compensation', even if he had held up his end of the bargain. But after your interview went so ridiculously well, you decided that you deserved a little treat for yourself.

And by little, you meant a 6ft, tall, dark, and handsome treat.

You smirked, stalking towards him, and wrapped your free arm around his neck to pull him down to your level.

"Like a baby." You whispered in his ear.

A dangerous smile spread on his face. He bravely rested his hands on your hips and pulled you flush against him. You rested your hand on his chest to steady yourself. He drew himself closer and closer until your lips barely brushed together.

"Do you wanna come inside?" You whispered against his lips before they could touch.

"Oh boy, do I." He replied dreamily.

You tried not to blush at the unintentional double meaning and lead him inside of your trailer.

You were suddenly very embarrassed by the state of your home. While you had all of the basic furniture set out, you had yet to properly decorate, and you still had moving boxes dotted around your home. Luckily, Eddie didn't seem phased by any of this. You doubted he even gave himself a chance to look around because the second he stepped inside, he pounced on you. Your shoes and blazer fell from your hands as you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer. His lips latched onto yours desperately, biting and tonguing you messily with an urgency that left you breathless.

His large hands had no intentions of resting as they raked up and down your body eagerly, already untucking your blouse from your skirt and popping the buttons open. Your hands were hardly any better. You scratched your nails lightly along his pecks and down the deliciously compact muscles woven over his stomach. You felt him all over as if you were applying an imaginary balm over the expanse of his hot flesh. His skin was tacky with sweat from the midday heat, but that didn't stop you from wanting your tongue all over his body.

"What's your name?" You breathed between kisses.

"So you know what to scream later?" He mused, forcing his tongue between your lips.

You moaned around it before pulling away. Your tone sparked with frisky playfulness. "Why else would I ask?"

His laugh rumbled against your lips before he moved back to look at you. His eyes locked onto yours with a dazzling intensity. Your breath stuttered in your throat. His intense beauty overwhelmed you for a moment, and you wondered if the Goddess of Love had carved him herself.

"It's Eddie." He smiled softly. "What's yours?"

"Eddie." You repeated to yourself, testing how the name tasted in your mouth. You liked how it felt on your tongue.

Eddie.

You told him your name, and he smiled like you had handed him his favourite flower.

"Beautiful." He murmured to no one in particular before he latched his mouth onto yours once more.

It was as if you had never taken pause. The intensity of the kiss was just as strong as it had been before, if not stronger. The two of you seemed more desperate somehow, like exploring each others mouths was how you would become akin - tasting each others memories, sucking up stories and lapping up every word from the tips of your tongues.

You pulled away from his kiss as he pushed your blouse off your shoulders and began suckling the salty skin of his neck. You could feel your core swelling at the hitch in his breath. It didn't occur to you how difficult it would be for him to hide your hickeys and you only hoped that he would choose to display your artwork instead.

Your hands continued lower until they stopped at the waistband of his jeans. You reached for his belt, only to find it already unbuckled and his buttons undone. He gave you a smile with far too much amusement for him to feign sheepishness effectively. You managed to wipe that smile off his face, however, as your hand compelled itself to burrow into his boxers. His eyes flashed with surprise at your boldness before they rolled into his skull. You revelled in satisfaction as his face rippled with pleasure. You bit your lip to stop yourself from moaning at the weight of him in your hand; thick and heavy, just weeping to be engulfed by any of your tight little holes. With your other hand, you pulled his zipper the rest of the way down to let his jeans fall to his ankles, and you allowed yourself to fall with them.

It was only when you rested on your knees and could see between Eddie's legs that you noticed your front door was still wide open and the two of you were entirely exposed before it. You felt a surge of arousal shoot through your veins. There were no trailers opposite yours, and you looked out directly to the road. There was no one around, however. Nearly the entirety of Hawkins would be at the community pool on a day like this, but that did nothing to dampen the rush of getting caught. You quickly unclasped your bra and threw it to the side. Your nipples perked almost instantly as if testing the waters of how much you could get away with, challenging somebody to drive by - to stop and watch. The exposure had so much slick dribbling onto your panties that you feared for a brief moment that you had wet yourself with excitement. Eager to continue, you forced his boxers down so his fat, throbbing cock sprung in your face.

It was beautifully red and crying pearly tears of desperation that you lapped up hungrily, not wanting a drop to go to waste. Eddie hissed at the sensation, squeezing his eyes shut in pleasure and running his fingers through your hair. He didn't force you on his cock like he wished he could, but instead he brushed your hair from your face, angling your head so you looked up at him through your eyelashes and pulled on your chin to open your mouth. And you did all of this willingly, practically drooling just imagining the sweaty, salty taste of his cock sliding down your throat. You stuck out your tongue eagerly and allowed him to slap the head of his cock on your warm wet muscle. Eddie didn't want to be rough with you. He'd only just met you - he didn't even know if you liked it rough. But there was a fierceness blazing in your eyes, challenging him to do his worst.

And when Eddie couldn't stand anymore of his own self-teasing, he forced his entire length all the way down your throat in one fell swoop, and it welcomed him without hesitation. He released an animalistic groan at the feeling of the fleshy walls constricting around his large shaft with a gag. You sniffed the tears from your eyes when he slid from your throat, a pop reverberating from your trailer walls from the suction of your cheeks. He allowed you a few breaths before snaking his way down your oesophagus and into your lungs. He held himself there before testing a few small thrusts. The force of his hips pushed him impossibly deeper as he stole the air from your chest. You tapped his leg for him to release you but he held the back of your head firmly, forcing his cock to remain sheathed inside your heaving gullet. You could feel the pressure burning your temples as you whined around Eddies length, begging him for air. He pulled you back by your hair, his cock throbbing as he watched you cough and splutter for air, tears rolling down your cheeks and a string of spit running from his cock to your chin. He positioned your head so your face was pointed directly at the ceiling. He hovered above you admiring the enjoyment on your face.

"Open." He demands.

You did as you were told, opening your mouth wide and sticking out your tongue. You expected him to force himself back down your throat, but instead, he violently spat into your mouth. The majority of it landed on your tongue, but a few splashes landed on your cheeks and chin. But that didn't matter when Eddie used the head of his cock to swipe it all up and ram it down your throat. He repeated it a few times, making sure he got it all off your face before prodding the head of his cock into the inside of your cheek. He kept it there and spat on his length, watching it run down his shaft and into your fuckable mouth.

He gave your cheek a few quick taps, moaning as he felt the bulge of his cock through it. He did it again, harder this time, testing how hard you would let him go until he was full on slapping his cock through your face. He loved the heat blooming on your abused cheek, hoping to smack a matching one on your ass soon, and your tears had his eyes rolling back. It was all too much and not enough for him.

He immediately plunged back into you, setting a brutal pace, the blunt head of his cock bruising your throat. You gagged and moaned and cried around his length, but none of it was an attempt to make him stop.

Eddie could feel himself reaching his climax dangerously quickly. The soft walls of your throat were so irresistible that he couldn't help himself but pound into your face. He was moaning wildly and panting heavily. He found himself infatuated by the way the sunlight reflected off the sweat, spit, and tears on your face, glistening like the stones of a babbling brook.

A swift breeze swept in from behind and he moaned at the feeling of it cooling the spit on his hot length. It was only then that he too noticed the door was still wide open.

Dirty fucking girl he thought to himself.

You had been facing the door this whole time and knew it was open, yet made no attempt to confide yourselves in the safety of your home. Holding onto the back of your head, he pulled you towards the door, positioning the two of you so you were side on. The two of you were completely exposed, and there was definitely no question about what the two of you were doing. The thought of getting caught, picturing people gathering and watching in shock, and even people filming on their video cameras were all so arousing to Eddie. His cock throbbed in agreement.

He so desperately wanted someone to walk by.

To see the kind of power he could have.

The new girl in town was a whore for the town freak.

Eddie liked that idea very much.

It was almost enough to send him over the edge, but he forced himself to stop. He removed himself from you, and you gasped for breath. His hand gently cupped your cheek, brushing the tears from your face with a glaze of adoration over his irises.

"You're fucking incredible." He praised. "Such a good fucking girl. How lucky am I to of found someone like you."

His praises had your juices dripping on the floor, integrating with the other fluids that dripped from your face. You smiled drunkenly at his words, and your chest warmed with pride.

"Stand up for me, sweetheart." Eddie held out a hand to help you up.

You stood on two shaky legs, already feeling the bruises forming on your knees. When you raised to your full height, Eddie immediately pushed his lips to yours, licking into your mouth to taste himself on your tongue.

"I know how much you want me to cum down that pretty little throat of yours, baby, but I just gotta be inside you."

You moaned a sigh, your cunt already clenching in anticipation.

"You're such a dirty girl aren't you sweetheart? Just look at how desperate you are for my cock. You want me to fill you up? Pump you full of my cum?"

"Yes." You whimpered, throat raw and hoarse.

He turned you around, pressing you against the door frame so half the length of your body leaned outside. You couldn't help the jolt of anxiety that struck you in the chest. As Eddie pushed his front to your back, you couldn't help but take a glance at your surroundings to make sure nobody was there.

"Let them see."

"Huh?"

"It doesn't matter if there's people. Let them see. Let them see this perfect fucking body. Let them wish it was them fucking this sweet little cunt instead of me."

You could have came from his vulgar words alone. You nodded obediently and let him bunch your skirt up around your waist. Eddie released a devilish laugh at the juices running down your legs. His fingers toyed with your clothed folds, spreading the slick along the damp material and gliding effortlessly over your aching clit. You moaned at the relief but quickly drew a hand over your mouth to muffle it.

"Ah, ah, ah." Eddie tutted, forcefully gripping both of your wrists and pinning your arms behind your back. He was able to hold both wrists in one of his large hands whilst he used the other to tug your panties around your ankles.

Without warning, he plunged two long fingers into your tight heat, stretching you wide with his thick fingers. You whimpered at the sensation. You could only imagine what his cock would feel like. You could feel it now, in fact, burning red hot against the supple cheek of your ass.

His fingers moved frustratingly slow in and out of your aching hole, curling them when it reached his knuckles. Your juices squelched out of you with every breach and dripped down his forearm. After a few minutes of pleasureful torture, he pulled his fingers from you and sucked on them hungrily.

"Fuck, I gotta have a taste of that." He whispered to himself, and squatted down so his face was level with your dripping cunt.

He still had one hand holding your wrists to the small of your back, but his other hand pulled at your thigh, encouraging you to take a step back so you could bend over more. As you did, you found yourself spreading your legs wider too, letting him see how your gaping pussy winked at him with every clench. Your pussy glistened just as beautifully as your face had when it was caked in tears and spit, only your pussy cried to be absolutely assaulted by his cock. And he would give that to you eventually.

But not right now.

Instead, he used two fingers to spread your folds apart and gently peek your clit out from under its hood. That feeling alone was enough to make your legs start trembling again. So when he licked a powerful stripe over you, you just lost it completely.

His mouth practically molested your pulsing cunt. He tongued messily over your clit, nibbled at your folds and plunged his tongue as far into your pathetic hole as he could. His nose prodded at your asshole with every swipe of his tongue, causing you to push your hips back into him.

"Eddie, please." You begged him to relent - to just fuck you senseless.

"Oh no sweetheart, not until you cum on my tongue. Be a good girl, and let me taste you."

And with that he suckled onto your clit like a calf at its mother's teet. He was harsh and sedulous, in a single-minded frenzy for you to grant him a taste of your sweet elixir straight from the source. You grant him that wish gladly, feeling it trickle from you in a steady stream following each clench of your orgasming cunt.

Eddie drank it all up eagerly, slurping your pussy to get every last drop out of you. His eyes sparkled with both amusement and desire. He had slept around with a handful of women, true. But he had never seen a woman squirt before.

He was addicted already.

He felt it had become his life's purpose to watch you squirt for him over and over again until there was nothing left inside of you.

His cock was practically purple at this point, and it dribbled lazily onto the floor. He needed to feel you spasming on his cock, drenching his length with your squirt.

You were too high to be embarrassed about how quickly he had made you cum. He barely gave you time to recover from your orgasm before he forced his cock to fit inside of your quivering cunt. You weren't trying to resist, his cock was just simply too big.

And he was hardly halfway in.

You cried at the stretch, moans slipping in between sobs. At the sound, Eddie couldn't resist anymore. He spat harshly where your bodies met before using your arms to force you backwards onto his full length. A sudden sharp pain bolted through your core, and you released a strangled cry. But he did not stop.

Your cries spurred him on, and he drove himself harder and faster into you. His breath was a ragged growl in your ear as he bent his body over yours. He bit and sucked on your neck and shoulders with a severity that delighted you. There was no tenderness in any of his actions. He was a ravenous animal feasting on your flesh, doing with your body as he pleased.

But you did not want him to be gentle.

Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't stop.

You would tell him if you could, but the pain had snatched away your voice. In the beginning, it blazed like a fire, burning up any innocence that was left within you. Until pleasure snuffed out that raging flame. Instead, the embers glowed hotly deep in your core.

You moaned wildly like a whore at every harsh thrust. If, for some reason, any of your neighbours were sat indoors, they would undoubtedly be able to hear what was going on. That only egged you to moan louder. Eddies name rolled repeatedly from your lips with only gasps and grunts between each one. Eddie loved that the entire trailer park could hear you screaming his name. He hoped his annoying neighbour Travis, who had come to Eddie earlier in the day, boasting about how he was gonna ask the hot new chick out, was sat weeping pathetically as he jerked off to you moaning another man's name.

"Oh fuck baby."

"That feels so good, baby."

"Baby, I'm so close."

"Nuh hun, you know what my name is, sweetheart. Say it."

Every stroke pushed the breath from your lungs, expelling the air from you in arousing moans.

"Say it." He slaps a demanding hand to the cheek of your ass.

He pounded harder, only making it more difficult for you. The best you could do was a pathetic whimper. He slapped your ass again before yanking your head backwards by your hair until your body released from the doorframe, and he was the only thing holding you up.

His lips pressed to your ear. "Be a good girl and say it."

Your mouth hung open, eyes squeezed shut tight in pleasure as you panted wildly. He released your arms from your back and used his thumb to gather your creamy spend that had ringed around his cock as he thrusted. He circled your tight asshole with a light pressure before forcing it inside. It sucked him in gladly and he moaned loudly as he felt himself thrusting inside of you.

"Fuck Eddie!"

"That's it, sweetheart. That's my good girl. Say it again."

Your legs shook violently beneath you, causing Eddie to wrap his other arm around you to keep you up right. His hips never faulterd once, clapping loudly against your ass. Your head was spinning from feeling completely filled to the brim.

"Fuck! Eddie!"

Your pleasure was swelling deeply within you, expanding like a balloon seconds away from bursting. Eddie could feel both of your holes struggling to tighten around him as you orgasm tietered on the precipice.

"C'mon sweetheart, be a good girl and soak my cock."

His words send you over the edge. Your eyes rolled so far back into your skull that you wondered for a moment whether you had just blacked out from pure ecstacy. Eddies hips remained ferocious as your walls milked him for all he's worth. The feeling of you spasming around him, your squirt soaking his cock, splashing everywhere with each thrust and running down his legs was enough to have him shoot his thick load deep inside of you.

"Eddie!" You moaned at the feeling, somehow feeling fuller than ever.

"What was that?" A voice called from the distance.

Approaching footsteps caused you to rush in a flurry of panic as you pushed Eddie inside and slammed the door shut, leaving the stranger to wonder whether they had missed the rain seeing the puddle on your doorstep.

The two of you tumbled to the floor, Eddie groaning as you landed on top of him. You were surprised to see his cock was still shooting a thick rope of cum onto his stomach. You quickly scrambled on top of him, sinking back down onto his sensitive length to allow him to finish completely inside of you. He hissed as your wall stroked him to the end, loving the view of your shimmering naked body above him. He held you there as his cock softened, tracing his fingers along every curve and crease along your body as if trying to commit them to memory.

"Are you okay?"

Your heart swelled at the concern dripping from his lips. You smiled at him softly. "Never better."

There was a pause as the two of you relished in each others company, taking the time to admire one another.

"I'm sorry, by the way." Eddie broke the silence, staring deeply into your eyes.

You tilted your head in confusion, taking his hand in yours, worried that he thought he might have hurt you. "What for?"

"For keeping you up last night." He smiled sheepishly. "No one's ever really complained, so I didn't think it was a big deal."

You couldn't help but giggle. "It's okay, Eddie. I'll let you off on one condition."

He laughed in amusement. "Oh yeah? And what's that?"

"You take me on a date."

"Well, I would be much of a gentlemen if I didn't take a lady on a date after fucking her brains out, would I?"

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gingersxng · 2 months ago

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Payment

Pairing: f!reader x San x Mingi

Genre: smut 18+

Summary: You follow your dad to get his car fixed. Although getting a car fixed is quite expensive, your dad and the mechanics have another idea how to pay for the service.

Notes: sub!reader, dom!sangi, San & Mingi are mechanics, readers dad kinda sells her?!, pervs, flirting, dirty talk, stripping, nipple play, oral (f&m receiving), fingering, lots of cum, creampie, bigdick!Mingi, unprotected sex (DONT), kissing, one spank, taking a pic, teasing, threesome, double penetration, reader gets called (baby, little girl & chippie), many rounds, swallowing. Forgot something, maybe.

Words: 2k

Today was a quite boring day. You had to follow your dad to the car service with his car to get it checked. He thought, since you always spent time indoors doing nothing, you could as well keep him company for a change.

The car ride to the service was quiet. None of you said a word, only some background music was heard through the speakers.

As you approached the car service which by the way, were nothing like you’d expected it to be. It was a large, dusty building with a faded sign that you almost couldn’t read. It gave you the chills.

Your eyes were immediately drawn to the two mechanics standing by the entrance. One was tall and kinda big. His eyes, hidden beneath a pair of shades, held an intense gaze that made you slightly nervous. Alongside him stood another mechanic with a mischievous smile and a lean, muscular physique. Both of them were covered in grease and sweat, their work clothes hugging their bodies in all the right places.

As you and your dad got out of the car and headed towards the guys you felt a wave of anxiety rushing over you.

"Dad, why are we here?" you asked, your voice laced with hint of nervousness. You could feel a strange vibe hanging in the air of this place.

Your dad gave you a wink and a mysterious smile. "Just you wait and see, sweetheart. These guys will take good care of us."

Great..

As you entered the garage, the sound of rock music blaring from an old radio filled the air, mingling with the metallic clanks and the hum of machinery. The place was a chaotic mess, with tools scattered everywhere and car parts piled high.

Mingi and San greeted you both with nods, their eyes tho, seemed to never leave your figure. You felt slightly exposed under their intense scrutiny, your cheeks flushed, trying to avoid their stares.

"So, what seems to be the problem with your car, sir?" Mingi asked, his deep voice rumbled through the garage walls. Kinda hot..

Your dad explained the issue, a minor engine problem that needed attention. As he spoke, you could feel Mingi's eyes roaming over your body, taking in every curve and the way your tight tank top hugged your small frame. It was kinda exciting but so embarrassing at the same time. The thoughts in your head ran wild, trying to figure out what went through their minds. Even though you knew…

San held a wrench in his hand, his muscular arms flexed with every move while he fiddled with the silver tool. He cleaned the grease off it with a cloth and put it back on the desk. He then turned around and walked towards you. While your dad was busy talking to Mingi he sneaked up to you and leaned in to your ear.

"You know, we could give you a special deal, a little discount for such a pretty customer," he whispered, his breath tickled your ear. Your heart raced as you felt his warm body press against yours. San backed off and placed himself on the car's hood looking at you with a raised eyebrow, casually waiting for you to answer, loving the way he made you tremble in front of him.

Mingi cleared his throat, a low rumbling sound that demanded attention. "Yeah, we can definitely work something out. Why don't you two have a seat in the waiting area while we take a look at your car?" He gestured towards a small, dingy office, its walls covered in pin-up posters and car magazines.

Your father seemed to understand the unspoken offer the guys were talking about, and with a sly grin, he guided you towards the office. "Y/n, can you wait here while the boys do their thing. I’ll be back in a jiffy." He patted your head and walked out of there, giving both the boys a steady handshake, as a confirmation on their offer. As soon as Mingi and San saw your dad get out of sight, they exchanged looks and put away their stuff. You were alone with them now, the atmosphere in the office changed quickly. San closed the door behind him, their eyes were burning with raw desire.

"You know, we don't usually do this,"Mingi said, he placed his shades on his head making his bicep flex. "But for a sweet thing like you, your father we're willing to make an exception."

A sudden feeling spread along your spine hearing the last sentence, almost like it was coated with ice.

San moved closer, his eyes meeting yours. "Yeah, we can fix your dad's car, but we want something in return. Something special."

Your heart pounded in your chest, those two wanted to have sex with you, and they were willing to barter their services for your body.

You took a deep breath.

"What... what do you want me to do?" You asked, your voice was barely above a whisper.

San's fingers trailed along the strap on your top. "We want to show you a good time, baby. We want to make sure your dad leave here satisfied with his car."

Mingi's hands joined in, sliding under your tank top and cupped your breasts. His thumbs teased your nipples, causing them to harden instantly. "You'll let us fuck you and we’ll fix your dad’s car. Fair trade, right?" Mingi whispered, you felt how he smirked against your ear.

San helped you up and guided you towards a worn-out couch, its leather surface was cool against your bare skin. With a shy look, you looked up at them.

“Strip” San demanded.

The mechanics' hungry gazes devoured you while you stripped of your clothes, their rough hands were exploring your body within seconds.

Mingi's lips found your neck, his kisses leaving a trail of fire down your collarbone. San's hands worked their way down your thighs, pushing the legs apart as he knelt between them. You felt his breath against your core, his fingers tracing the outline of your wetness through the panties.

"You're so fucking wet, baby" San growled. "Let us take care of that for you."

With a swift motion, he tore your panties aside, exposing your glistening pussy to their eager eyes. A gasp left your mouth as you felt his warm breath on your sensitive flesh, his tongue traced your folds, tasting your sweetness. Mingi's hands continued to explore your breasts, pinching and tugging at your nipples, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

"Oh god, yes," you moaned, you couldn’t help but to throw your head back as San's skilled tongue flicked and teased your clit. His fingers joined the dance, sliding inside you, filling you with a delicious fullness. Mingi's mouth claimed your in a passionate kiss, his tongue mimicking the rhythm of San's fingers inside you.

The sensations were overwhelming, and you could feel your orgasm building. San's tongue worked relentlessly, his fingers curled and thrusted in perfect harmony.

"Cum for us, baby," Mingi urged, his voice rumbled.

Your release hit like a tidal wave, your body convulsed as you cried out in pleasure. San's mouth and fingers continued their assault, milking every last drop from your trembling body.

As your orgasm subsided, Mingi pulled away, his eyes screamed sex.

"Bet you want to fuck some cocks now right? Wanna get fucked real good?."

Mingi’s cock strained against his work pants, just waiting to be buried inside your little pussy. Your eyes wandered down to meet his clothed bulge, the boy was huge.

It made you a little scared.

Mingi wasted no time, positioning you on all fours. You felt so exposed and vulnerable, with your ass raised high, your pussy still throbbing from your recent climax.

Mingi's greasy hands gripped your hips, he caressed your ass gently before landing a smack on it. It made you flinch, but in a good way.

Mingi let his cock spring free and you could hear a deep chuckle behind you. First he placed his giant dick on your ass to get a pic. He then teased your hole with the tip making you whine softly. In one swift motion with a slow, deliberate thrust, he filled you, stretching you to accommodate his size. Both of you left a trail of moans and curses.

"Oh, fuck- stay still, don’t move your hips."

San, unable to wait any longer, positioned himself infront of you, his thick cock was inches from your swollen lips. He pushed his thumb in your mouth tugging at your bottom teeth, a dirty smile crept up along his face. "Be a good little girl and open your mouth for me, baby.”

You opened up and San let out a long raspy moan as his dick entered your warm, wet mouth.

Mingi's pace quickened, his grunts filling the air as he pounded into your tight pussy. You could feel his balls slapping against your clit with each thrust, sending ripples of pleasure through your body. San's hands roamed over your back, his fingers sneaked down to tease your nipples, adding to the overwhelming sensations.

"Oh fuck, yes." Mingi groaned, his voice was turning hoarse. "This pussy is gonna make me cum so hard."

Your sore body trembled as you felt Mingi's cock twitch inside of you, his hot seed filled you up. He slowly pulled out, his thick cum poured down into the leather couch. Mingi placed a sloppy kiss on your ass before he tried to regain his composure.

You by the way, was totally occupied somewhere else. San’s cock plunged down your throat and you had a difficult time not to gag on it. Tears rolled down your blushed cheeks, while long strings of saliva dangled from the corners of your mouth.

San pushed you against his pubic bone, holding you there for a second while releasing down your throat. A panicked breath left you gasping for air when San pulled his cock out. You stuck your tongue out to show them how well you swallowed every last drop of San’s cum.

Mingi and San stood over you with their chests heaving and their cocks still hard and ready for more.

"Looks like our cocks wants more pussy." San teased.

"We've got a few more minutes before your dad comes back. It would be a shame for your own dad to see his little girl turn out to be such a chippie right?."

Mingi teased with a grin.

The entrance door opened and in stepped your dad. He walked up to San who were busy working on the finishing touches on the underside of the car. He got up to greet your father who had a pleased look on his face.

“Is the car done?”

San swept away a small droplet of sweat from his forehead and gave him the keys.

“It’s like new sir, although it required some hard work.” San smiled, letting out a small laugh.

Meanwhile you and Mingi walked out of the office to join the others. You adjusted your skirt and met your dad with a warm smile. Mingi brushed a hand through his hair to get rid of the mess you’d made while holding onto him as he fucked your brains out on their office desk 2 minutes ago.

“There you are honey, ready to go home?” Your dad placed a hand on your shoulder.

You gave him a tired nod.

“By the way, what about the payment boys?”

“No worries about that sir… our pleasure.” Mingi smiled, adjusting his pants. He raised a brow at you before he put on his shades again. Your dad was more than satisfied and so were you, with a smile on your face and butterflies in your stomach you got into the car.

“Thanks boys for your incredible job… also for taking good care of my daughter.” He said with a wink, knowing exactly what they’d been doing while giving both San and Mingi a hard pat on the back.

“Anytime.”

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tyunderella · 4 months ago

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a warm embrace~

୨ৎ summary : you go for a cute trip to jeju with your boyfriend, and the stay in the hotel is definitely better!

୨ৎ word count: around 3,1k

୨ৎ warnings: smut and some fluff, f!reader, dom!taehyun, sub!reader, whiny and lowkey loud reader, needy sex because they love eachother so much, some praise, slight degradation, petnames and name calling.. (pretty, princess, cockslut), unprotected sex, creampie, i think that's all!

୨ৎ a/n: ummm it's my first fic… i feel like the smut part sucks and it definitely misses something >.< i also think that i repeated lots of words.. i'm half awake.. i promise to do better the next time! feedback is very appreciated! more under cut :)

the soft hum of the car’s engine dies as taehyun pulls into the small gravel parking lot overlooking the beach. his sunglasses slide down slightly on the bridge of his nose as he turns to you with a grin.

“we’re here!" he says, voice brimming with excitement. his eyes sparkle happily as they reach your face. “your first jeju trip with me—isn’t this special?”

you glance out the window, taking in the sight of the crystal-clear ocean stretched out before you, its waves sparkling under the midday sun. the salty sea breeze filters into the car, carrying the promise of a carefree day. smiling, you turn back to him.

“it’s already special because i’m with you.” you say, voice full of teasing but earnest. you look him up and down, eyes full of appreciation.

taehyun chuckles, his dimple deepening. “you’re getting good at sweet-talking me, huh? come on, let’s have some fun.”

you both step out of the car, and the warm sun immediately kisses your skin. taehyun grabs the small picnic bag from the trunk and slings it over his shoulder, his white button-up catching the sunlight. his casual outfit—a loose shirt and black shorts—suits him so perfectly it feels like a fashion designer tailored the look just for him.

he glances back, holding out a hand. he wiggles his fingers in your direction, raising a eyebrow. “ready?”

“ready.” you say, slipping your hand into his as you sigh contently. the feeling of being close to him makes you even more relaxed.

his touch is warm and familiar, and as you walk down the sandy path together, you can’t help but feel like this moment is pulled straight from a dream. the sound of the waves grows louder as the beach comes into view, the golden sand stretching endlessly ahead.

you pause at the edge of the shore, where the sand meets the water, and look up at taehyun. "it's beautiful.." you murmur, your voice almost lost in the gentle roar of the ocean.

taehyun, however, isn’t looking at the water. Instead, his gaze is fixed on you. "it is.” he replies, the words carrying a weight that makes your heart skip a beat.

when you notice his lingering stare, you playfully nudge his shoulder. "are you going to keep staring, or are we going to explore?" you grin a bit, trying not to giggle.

he laughs, the sound light and full of affection as he eyes you up and down, appreciating the way you look in your tank top. "alright, alright. let’s explore."

the two of you wander down the shore, your footprints leaving temporary marks in the soft sand. you stop every now and then to pick up interesting shells, taehyun occasionally tossing one back into the waves when he decides it’s not ‘worthy’ of the collection.

“look at this one!” you say, holding up a shell with intricate pink swirls. your eyes sparkle with excitement, voice soft and quiet. “this has to be the prettiest one yet..”

taehyun leans in to inspect it, his face so close to yours that you can feel his breath against your cheek. “not bad.” he says, grinning. “but i’ve got something prettier.”

you raise an eyebrow, a bit curious to see what he has on his mind. “oh? show me.” you put the shell down, putting your hands on your hips.

instead of picking up another shell, he points at you with a smile, poking your sides, enjoying the adorable giggle you let out. “found it.”

you squirm and try to step away, jokingly rolling your eyes, though your cheeks warm up at his words. “cheesy.”

“honest.” he counters, and the sincerity in his tone makes your heart flutter. he leans in closer, giving you a small peck and ruffling your hair.

the hours slip by as the two of you lose yourselves in the beauty of the beach. you chase each other across the sand, your laughter mingling with the sound of the waves. at one point, taehyun dares you to go into the water despite the chill.

“come on.” he says, already ankle-deep in the waves. he grins and beckons you with his finger to come closer. “it’s not that cold..!”

you cross your arms, skeptical. you're a bit cold now, even in your sweater, how come the water isn't cold? “says the guy who always complains about freezing practice rooms but walks into cold water..”

he smirks, stepping closer. he splashes some water on his face, running a hand through his now-wet hair. “what’s life without a little adventure?”

before you can protest and enjoy the view, he splashes you lightly, the cold droplets making you squeal.

“oh no, you don’t do that to me without any consequence!” you shout, running after him as he quickly tries to run away into deeper water.

the chase turns into a splash war, both of you soaked and breathless by the end of it. when you finally retreat to the shore, taehyun spreads out a blanket from the picnic bag and motions for you to sit.

“truce?” he asks, holding up his hands in mock surrender, enjoying the way your body looks in the soaked clothes as he looks at you again.

“truce.” you agree, laughing as you sit beside him. you rest your head against his shoulder , playing with his hair.

the two of you share snacks from the bag, the sun dipping lower on the horizon as the day stretches into the evening. taehyun feeds you a piece of a tangerine, his eyes crinkling with delight when you nod in approval.

“it’s really sweet!” you say, savoring the flavor of the fresh fruit on your tongue.

“but it's not as tasty as you.” he replies, leaning closer. His tone is light, but there’s a glint of mischief in his eyes that makes your breath hitch and thighs close.

as the sun sets, the sky turns into a masterpiece of colors—fiery oranges blending into soft pinks and purples. taehyun takes out his phone to capture the moment, but instead of focusing on the sunset, he turns the camera toward you.

“hey!” you protest, trying to cover your face. you giggle softly, trying to leave the frame.

“too late!” he says, laughing as he snaps the picture. he looks at the finished product and licks his lips. “you look perfect.”

you pout, though you can’t hide your smile. you try to glance at the picture, cheeks slightly flushed. “you’re impossible..”

“and you’re beautiful.” he says, his voice than softer usual. his words are sincere, just like always, but the scenery makes it way more romantic.

the sincerity in his words makes your chest tighten. you look at him, his face illuminated by the fading sunlight, and wonder how someone could make you feel so special.

when you return to the hotel later that night, the warmth of the day lingers in your heart. taehyun sets the picnic bag aside and stretches, his shirt riding up slightly to reveal a sliver of toned skin. you try not to stare, but he catches your gaze and smirks.

“like what you see?” he teases, lifting his shirt up so you can see more, flexing his muscles confidently.

“maybe.” you reply, trying to play it cool. you gulp and look down to his abs, feeling your panties slowly dampen.

he laughs, pulling you into a loose hug, patting your butt slowly. “i like what i see too.”

you rest your head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. it’s a simple moment, but it feels like the most natural thing in the world.

“let’s just lay down and get comfortable, hmm?” he says after a while.

you nod, and soon the two of you are lounging on the hotel bed. the tv plays a random movie in the background, but neither of you is paying much attention to it.

the dim glow of the bedside lamps casts a soft warmth over the room. his arms encircle you, your head resting on his chest, and the steady rise and fall of his breathing is both comforting and intoxicating. his hand moves absentmindedly, tracing gentle circles on your back, and the sensation sends a subtle shiver through your body.

“are you cold?” he asks, his voice soft and deep, laced with concern. he knows that it might be his touch that made you react like that, but still wants to hear your words.

you shake your head, looking up at him with a small smile, trying to not giggle. “not at all.”

his gaze meets yours, and something in his expression shifts. the playfulness that usually lights his eyes is replaced by something deeper, more intense. his fingers still on your back, and you can feel the weight of the moment settling between you, like a secret only the two of you share.

“good..” he says quietly, his hand sliding up to cup your breast. “because i never want you to feel anything less than perfect when you’re with me.”

the sincerity in his voice makes your breath catch. or maybe it's his touch? you're not sure now.. he leans in slowly, your foreheads touching. when your lips finally meet, it’s like everything else fades away.

the kiss starts soft, his lips moving gently against yours, but it doesn’t take long for the intensity to build. his hand tangles in your hair, tilting your head slightly to deepen the kiss. your fingers grip the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer, and he responds by rolling slightly onto his side, his body pressing against yours.

you feel the warmth of his palm as it slides down your arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. his touch is both firm and gentle, as though he’s savoring every second, every inch of you.

when you pull back for air, his forehead rests against yours again, and his breath comes in soft, uneven puffs.

“you’re going to be the death of me..” he murmurs, his voice rough with affection and desire.

you laugh softly, your fingers brushing against his jawline. “i could say the same about you..”

he grins, his dimple appearing for a brief moment before his expression turns serious again. “come here.” he says, pulling you fully into his arms.

you shift so that you’re straddling him, your legs on either side of his hips. his hands settle on your waist, steadying you, and the heat of his touch seeps through the thin fabric of your sweater. his gaze roams your face, as though he’s memorizing every detail.

“you’re so beautiful..” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. he grazes his lips against your jawline.

you feel a blush rise to your cheeks, but before you can respond, he pulls you down into another kiss. this one is hungrier, more desperate, as though he’s pouring all of his unspoken feelings into it.

his hands slide up your back, slipping beneath the hem of your sweater to rest against your bare and warm skin. the sensation sends a jolt through you, and he pauses for a moment, searching your eyes for permission. when you nod, his touch becomes bolder, his fingers exploring the curve of your spine.

“mmm, taehyun..” you whisper, his name slipping from your lips like a prayer, lightly grinding against him.

he groans softly, the sound low and throaty, and it sends a pleasant shiver down your spine. his lips trail from your mouth to your jaw again, then down to the sensitive spot just below your ear. each kiss feels like a promise, and the warmth of his breath against your skin makes your heart race.

he shifts beneath you, sitting up slightly so that your bodies are pressed even closer together. one of his hands cups the back of your head, guiding you into another searing kiss, while the other rests on your thigh, his thumb brushing slow circles against your skin.

“you have no idea what you do to me..” he murmurs against your lips, his voice thick with emotion.

the vulnerability and want in his tone makes your chest tighten, and you pull back just enough to look into his eyes. they’re dark and filled with a raw intensity that takes your breath away.

“i think i do.” you say softly, your hands framing his face as you feel his boner press against you. you press down on him, your wet panties brushing against the rough material of his shorts.

his lips curve into a small, almost shy smile, and for a moment, the tension eases. but then his gaze drops to your lips again, and the fire reignites.

the two of you lose yourselves in each other, the rest of the world fading away. his kisses grow deeper, his hands more daring, and every touch feels like a declaration of how much he wants you, how much he cares.

he slowly lifts up your skirt, one of his hands reaching down to rub your clit as you moan against his lips, unintentionally moving your hips as he slowly pulls away from the kiss.

“is my princess so needy already, huh? you want me to help you, don't you?” he slowly lifts you up, unbuttoning his shirt in a teasingly slow manner.

you bite your lip and nod, staring intently at his every move. the veins that decorate his hands, the slight silver of his abs make you even needier.

“taehyun, don't tease..!” you whine quietly, eager hands traveling down to his pants as you quickly unbutton them, opening the fly and pulling them down.

he smirks at your actions, taking his shirt off and putting his hands on your hips again, starting to grind you against him. “don't worry, i will help you.. you're so greedy that you couldn't even wait..”

you let out a moan, trying to speed up his movements, the fabric of your thin sweater falling down your shoulder. your soaked panties wet his boxers, making you feel all the veins on his cock as your eyes roll to the back of your head at the intense pleasure.

“did i tell you that you can move on your own? don't forget your rules, pretty..” he pulls your panties to the side with his middle finger, rubbing against your wet folds as he slides his boxers down.

you close your eyes, quickly positioning his cock at your entrance, looking into his eyes with a pleading look. “please, can i..?”

he bites his lip, nodding his head. he helps you slide down, his voice croaking when he feels your warm and wet walls swallow him. he pulls up your sweater, hands finding your hardened nipples in seconds.

the feeling makes you whimper softly, starting to slowly bounce up and down, breath hitching with every brush of his tip against your cervix. “a-ah, taehyun..!”

he pinches your right nipple, attaching his lips to the other one as he starts sucking, his own eyes closing. he feels his ego raise up knowing that he is the one to make you so bothered.

you pick up the rate of your movements, breasts bouncing against taehyun's face as you let out a soft moan every second, almost forgetting that you're not alone in this hotel.

his thrusts meet your movements as he pulls his mouth away from your chest, connected to your nipple with his saliva. “fuck, you're making me feel so good..” he lets out a low and breathy moan, pulling your head to him and kissing you.

you feel the knot tighten in your tummy embarrassingly fast, desperate to reach your climax as you kiss him desperately, tongues and teeth clashing together.

you both moan and grunt into eachother’s mouth, taehyun bites down on your bottom lip, enjoying the reaction he gets from you.

if your eyes were open, they would be definitely rolled to the back of your head, your brain turning into mush. all you can focus on is taehyun's fat cock hitting all your sweet spots deliciously.

he pulls away from the kiss, his head thrown back as it hits the headrest. his jaw drops lightly, his mouth open in a ‘o’ shape. “god, i'm so fucking close princess.. think you can take it? me filling you up s-so nicely?”

you nod your head, already dumb on his cock, mouth going dry as you close your eyes, letting out a low cry. “p-please, need it s-so much! g-give it to me, pleasepleaseplease!”

he flips you over suddenly, pounding into you so fast that you might start seeing starts. he nips at your neck, leaving small love bites in his way. “fuck, you're such a dumb cockslut..” your hand tries to reach his and he immediately holds it, connecting your hands. “shhh, yeah, i know, i know..”

you start to squirm under him, glistening out eyes looking up into his own dark ones. you feel more tears well up in your eyes, gripping onto his hand and shoulder as you reach your peak with a loud scream of his name. your shaking legs wrap around his waist, heels digging into his back.

he grits his teeth, thrusting one more time as his own climax hits him hard, painting your inside white. his shaft throbs inside you breathing heavily and gasping. he stays like that for a few seconds, then starts to slowly move again.

you whine, feeling too sensitive now as your hands reach out to him. you let out a squeal with each thrust, your back arching almost uncomfortably. “n-no, too much tyunnie!”

he chuckles, wiping the sweat off of his forehead as he stops his movements, falling on top of you. “don't worry, i was just teasing you.. you look so pretty now, you know?”

he slowly pulls out, his eyes darken for a second as he looks at the creamy mess gushing out from your hole. he licks his lips, pushing it back inside you with his finger.

you close your eyes, wrapping your arms around him as you hug him. he licks his fingers and returns your embrace, closing his eyes.

“baby, i want to sleep now.. goodnight..” you mumble quietly, already starting to doze off. taehyun smiles softly, looking at your peaceful expression.

he waits until you fully fall asleep and gets up, grabbing a wet cloth as he cleans up the two of you, laying down on the bed again. he turns the lights off, relaxing in your comfortable presence.

the night goes on as you two rest mindlessy, not knowing about the noise complains you will receive in the morning from the other residents. but it doesn't care now, as long as taehyun has you wrapped around him and you enjoy his warmth everything is good.

@beomiracles here you gooooo :33

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deansbeer · 30 days ago

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i've never introduced fuckboy!jensen to yall, but i am now 👹

⎯⎯ adult content | mdni eighteen plus. + disclaimer! if this does not sit right w u pls click tf away <3

fuckboy!jensen is the kind of guy your mama warned you about. unhinged, cocky, and reckless in all the ways that should make you run—but instead, he's the one you keep opening the door to. he's bad news wrapped in a perfect smile, with hands that know their way around a car engine, a joint, and your body.

tonight's no different.

you're sprawled across your bed, your room cloaked in the soft haze of weed smoke that still lingers in the air. the window's cracked, but it does little to clear the space, the scent of the joint you shared sinking into everything: the sheets, your clothes, and his skin.

fuckboy!jensen's in your chair, leaned back like he owns the place, his long legs stretched out in front of him. his charcoal 501s jeans are baggy but sit low on his hips, his black t-shirt hanging loose enough to tease the muscles underneath. the silver buckle of his web belt catches the light every time he shifts, and his white nike air max 90s tap lazily against the floor.

he's been watching you for the past ten minutes, his green eyes heavy-lidded, dark with something you've learned to recognize. you're lying on your stomach, your mini denim skirt riding high as you scroll through your phone, texting some friends you are planning meet up with tomorrow.

you know the way you look right now—legs bare, the curve of your ass peeking out from under the hem of your skirt, your tank top tight and low-cut. you know he's watching, and you're pretending not to notice.

but fuckboy!jensen's never been the type to play along.

the air shifts before you even hear him move. one second, he's lounging in the chair, the next, the mattress dips under his weight, and he's behind you.

"you always ignore me like this, or just when you're tryin' to piss me off?" his voice is a low drawl, rough around the edges from the joint, and it slides down your spine like warm honey.

"you weren't saying anything worth listening to," you reply, not bothering to look up from your phone.

his laugh is soft, dangerous.

"that so?"

you don't respond, scrolling through your messages like his presence doesn't make your skin hum.

but then his hands are on the bed, bracketing you, boxing you in. you can feel the heat of him, the solid weight of his chest pressing closer, his breath brushing the back of your neck.

"you're real mouthy when you're high," he murmurs, his voice low, teasing. "you know that?"

"and you're real annoying," you shoot back, but your voice falters when his hands slide closer, his fingers grazing your bare thighs.

"yeah? think you can keep that attitude when i've got you begging for me?"

your breath catches, your hands tightening on your phone, but you don't answer.

you don't have to.

his hands are on you before you can think to stop him, sliding up your thighs, rough palms dragging over soft skin.

"this fuckin' skirt," he mutters, almost to himself, his fingers curling around the hem. "you know what it does to me?"

you shiver, your body betraying you as he pushes the denim higher, exposing more of you.

"jensen—"

"what?" he cuts you off, his voice a low growl. "don't touch you? don't fuckin' ruin you? or don't stop?"

you bite your lip, your face heating as his hands slide higher, gripping your hips, pulling you back against him.

you feel him—hard, thick, pressing against you through the rough denim of his jeans.

"fuck," he mutters, his fingers digging into your hips. "you feel that, baby? feel what you do to me?"

you let out a shaky breath, your phone slipping from your fingers as his hands slip under your skirt, dragging it up until it's bunched around your waist.

"you gonna tell me to stop?" he asks, his voice softer now, almost mocking. "or you just gonna lay there and let me take what i want?"

you know you should say something, tell him to stop, tell him this is a bad idea. but the words don't come.

instead, you let him pull your hips higher, angling you just the way he wants.

"that's what i thought," he says, his voice dripping with arrogance.

fuckboy!jensen doesn't waste any time, his hands sliding under the waistband of your panties, dragging them down your thighs in one smooth motion. the cool air hits your skin, and you hear him suck in a sharp breath behind you.

"fuck," he mutters again, his hands gripping your ass, spreading you open just enough to make you squirm.

you bury your face in the mattress, your cheeks burning, but you don't stop him.

"you're so fuckin' wet," he says, his voice rough, wrecked. "you like this, don't you? like me touching you like this."

you nod, barely, and he chuckles, low and dark.

"say it," he demands, his hand coming down hard on your ass, the sting making you gasp.

"i like it," you admit, your voice muffled against the sheets.

"yeah, you fuckin' do."

you feel the mattress shift as he leans over you, his chest pressing against your back, his breath hot against your ear.

"you're mine tonight, baby," he murmurs, his voice thick with need. "gonna make you feel so fuckin' good."

his hand slides between your thighs, his fingers finding you slick and ready. fuckboy!jensen groans, low and deep, as he pushes two fingers inside, curling them just right, making you cry out.

"that's it," he says, his voice a mix of praise and possession. "take it, baby. take everything i give you."

you're shaking, your body arching into his touch, and he's relentless, his fingers fucking you slow and deep, his thumb circling your clit in a way that makes your head spin.

"you're so fuckin' tight," he says, his voice rough, almost reverent. "can't wait to feel you around my cock."

you whimper, your hands fisting the sheets beneath you, and he laughs softly, the sound dripping with satisfaction.

"you ready for me, baby?" he asks, his fingers pulling out, leaving you empty, aching.

you nod, breathless, and fuckboy!jensen wastes no time, undoing his belt with one hand, the sound of metal and denim making your pulse race.

you feel him behind you, the blunt head of his cock pressing against you, and then he's pushing in, stretching you, filling you in a way that makes you see stars.

"fucking shit," he growls, his hands gripping your hips so tight you know you'll bruise. "you feel so fuckin' good."

you can't speak, can barely breathe, your body trembling as he sets a rhythm, slow at first, then harder, faster, each thrust driving you closer to the edge.

"that's it, baby," he says, his voice rough, wrecked. "take it. take all of it."

your moans fill the room, mixing with his groans, the sound of skin on skin, the bed creaking beneath you.

when you finally come, your body clenching around him, he follows close behind, his grip on you tightening as he buries himself deep, spilling inside you with a low, guttural groan.

you collapse onto the bed, your body spent, your mind hazy, and he falls beside you, his arm slung over your waist, his lips brushing the back of your neck.

"you're fuckin' perfect," he murmurs, his voice soft now, almost tender.

and for a moment, you let yourself believe him.

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sheerfreesia007 · 4 months ago

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Silent Protector

Pairing: Changbin x Reader

Word count: 3,050

Content warnings: Fluff, violence

Summary: A new motorcycle gang comes and takes up residence in your small sleepy hometown. When you realize that they aren’t there to cause any harm and ruckus for the town but actually help aid and protect the town, will you be able to break through to the gang leader Changbin?

Part Two: Taking Care of Him

The soft sound of the twinkling bells over the door ringing out has you sighing tiredly as you push off from the small table in the staff back room. It’s lunch time and today the small diner that you work at has been extremely busy keeping you up and running on your feet for the past few hours as people have come and gone for lunch. Taking a deep breath in through your nose you smooth down your little stained apron and plaster on a wide happy smile onto your face as you push open the saloon doors to walk out to the podium.

You tilt your head up from your apron and falter as you spot him. Seo Changbin, the leader of the local motorcycle gang stands at the podium dressed in his worn leather jacket, black tank top underneath and worn butter soft blue jeans with his black biker boots. He shifted slightly as you walked up to the podium and smiled brightly up at him, even though he was the shortest member of his motorcycle gang he was the most muscular one and commanded respect wherever he went.

Ever since he and his gang moved to town about a year ago they had turned the town upside down. At first everyone had been afraid to have a motorcycle gang invade the small sleepy town but soon they had shown that they were there to help the town instead of doing it harm. With the new motorcycle gang in residence crime had been down all because no one wanted to deal with the imposing intimidating motorcycle gang. They had become something like guardians of the town.

At first you had kept your distance from them, they had been a large silent force that intimidated you but soon you had gotten used to them once you had befriended some of the members. Not to mention because you worked in the only diner in town they would often frequent it for their meals and they had all gotten used to you and grown a sort of affection for you.

The other members had all tried one way or another to befriend you and had been able to worm their way into your lives in some capacity. They had shown you that they weren’t that scary or intimidating but Changbin had been the only one who had kept his distance and always had an air of silent intimidation. He was the only one that hadn’t warmed up to you and while it made you sad you respected his choice and gave him his space even though you would tease him gently. They were a rowdy bunch but they had good hearts and had shown that they were looking out for the small town that they had invaded with their loud bikes. They had even offered to give you a ride if you ever needed one but you had always declined, the bikes always scared you and made you flinch whenever you heard their loud rumbling engines coming down the road.

”Afternoon Changbin.” You greeted him softly and he nodded his head silently at you as his eyes took you in quickly making you self conscious of all the stains on your uniform from lunch rush. “Would you like your usual to go? Or would you like a booth?” You asked with a soft simple smile. His eyes darted behind you and you figured he would want a booth for him and his gang members who hadn’t arrived yet. “C’mon I’ll get your usual booths ready for you guys.” You told him as you collected eight menus and began walking towards the booths that were along the far wall of the diner. Ever since they all started coming to the diner that had become their spot and everyone had come to accept it by leaving those two booths open for them at all times.

You didn’t bother to look back at him because you knew he would follow you, he always did. Coming up to the booth where he normally sat you placed down four of the menus before turning and placing the rest of the menus on the other booth’s table. You smiled as you watched him squeeze himself into the booth before you pulled out your little pad and began to write down his usual order.

”Just the usual or do you wanna switch it up this time?” You asked in a soft teasing tone. He grunted quietly and you nodded your head as you wrote down his usual order. “Usual it is.” You said and began to move away when the bells above the door jingled once more causing you to look up and spot the rest of his gang clambering into the diner.

”Hey! Sweetheart!” Called out Felix happily as he quickly made his way to the booths where you stood and slid into the booth on the opposite side of the table from Changbin.

”What’ll you have Felix?” You asked him kindly just as the others made their way to the booths as well. Chan eased around you with a soft have to your shoulder and happy smile on his face before he slid into the booth next to Changbin. Hyunjin was next who pressed a quick kiss to your cheek before sliding in next to Felix. Minho came barreling up to you with a loud hop to stand in front of you with a mischievous grin on his face before he flicked your earlobe gently then slid into the booth haphazardly. Jisung gave you a quick all consuming hug before sliding in next to Minho. Seungmin was next with a quick squeeze to your hip and a soft smile before taking his spot on the inside of the booth. And finally Jeongin, the youngest of the gang, came rushing up to you with a slight pout on his face.

”They keep calling me baby.” He whined to you and you chuckled softly at him before ruffling his hair teasingly.

”You can be my baby if you want Innie.” You told him sweetly and watched delightedly as a blush overtook his face and he quickly rushed to sit next to Seungmin as the guys all laughed at him and cooed at him, making him duck his head.

”I’ll have my usual.” Felix finally answered you and you looked around both of the booths as the guys all nodded their heads in agreement before Minho pipped up and ordered a different dish stating that he was feeling adventurous today. You rolled your eyes at him and he grinned cheekily at you before winking.

You easily wrote down their orders and grabbed the menus from their tables before leaving them to talk amongst themselves. Relaying the orders to the cook you easily took care of the rest of your tables. that you were in charge of before slipping behind the long bar and helping Agnes out with her orders as well. While you were normally exhausted at the end of your shift, being busy always made the day go by quicker which you were thankful for.

Soon the cook was shouting that the guys’ orders were up and ready and you easily loaded up the serving tray with all their dishes before carefully weaving your way around the diner to deliver their food.

”Alright boys.” You greeted them to catch their attention since they were all busy talking to each other about something quietly. Changbin lifted his head and watched you quietly as Chan began to help you hand out the plates. When they were all handed out you beamed at Chan thankfully. “Thanks Chan, I should get you a job here.” You teased him sweetly and he chuckled at your joke before ducking his head swiftly. “Does anyone need anything else?” You asked as you looked around the two booths.

”Just you, sugar.” Hyunjin called out and you beamed at him before he yelped suddenly and grabbed his shin under the table. Your eyes darted from him to a scowling Changbin who had an angry look on his face. “Sorry sweetheart. Didn’t mean any disrespect.” Hyunjin apologized quickly and you shook your head at him waving your hand dismissively.

”No disrespect, you’re just a pretty flirt.” You teased him gently and he grinned at you proudly. “If you guys need anything just holler.” You told them before making your way back behind the bar to lean up against the counter top to ease the ache in your back from standing all day.

As you leaned there taking a rest your eyes wandered over to the two rowdy booths watching the men quietly as they all ate their food. Your eyes took in each one of them and your mind began to wonder and daydream about them and how they had come together, they were such a misfit group of men. You smiled softly as you watched Seungmin and Jeongin bicker and tease each other while Minho and Jisung talked quietly together. Hyunjin and Felix were loudly laughing at something while Chan looked at them like they had grown a second head. But when your eyes landed on Changbin you saw him silently watching you from his place and you tilted your head slightly in challenge. He quietly lifted an eyebrow in question to you and you quickly darted your eyes away from him.

Changbin was a mystery to you, he was the shortest of his group and yet he was able to command and guide his group with ease. It was absolutely amazing to you and utterly sexy. His quiet confidence drove you wild with desire for the man and you would often find yourself dreaming about him when you fell asleep at night. Your subconscious creates images of how he would be able to command and guide you for both of your pleasure. It nearly made you mad with lust for him. But because he was so aloof with you you figured he wasn’t interested and didn’t see you that way at all. Which was discouraging but you could live with that knowledge if it meant you still got to see him every day in town.

Soon enough Chan was walking up to the register and you smiled sweetly at him as you walked along to meet him there. He easily paid their bill before the rest of the group began to walk up behind him calling out pleased goodbyes to you before walking out of the diner.

”We’ll see you later sweetheart!” Called Felix with a wave of his hand and you nodded as you waved them all goodbye. Changbin was always the last one to leave and as he walked past the register he nodded his head silently at you.

”See you later Changbin. Have a good night.” You said kindly to him with a warm smile as he passed you. When he left the diner you slowly walked back to their table and began to gather the nearly scrapped clean plates before dumping them in the dirty bin for dirty dishes. As you wiped down the tables you spotted the folded bills left on the table and shook your head at the excessive tip, you knew Changbin was always the one to leave you a tip and he always tipped excessively. It made you feel slightly guilty for accepting such a large tip, so you would slip half of it into Agnes’ tip jar behind the bar so that she would have a little extra as well. Looking out of the front windows of the diner you watched as the guys all hopped onto their bikes before loudly starting them up and then driving off probably to their gang clubhouse that they had revamped from the old civic center across town. Your eyes lingered on Changbin like they normally did and you sighed softly as you watched him easily handle the large bike underneath him and bit your lip as he pulled out of the parking lot.

”Girl, when are you going to grow the balls to lock that man down finally?” Agnes called out from behind you startling you with her question before she began to cackle loudly at you jumping. You shook your head as you chuckled along with her before moving to the back to load up the dishes to be cleaned.

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“Honey, are you sure you don't want me to give you a ride home? It’s on my way. It wouldn’t be a problem.” Agnes offered as the two of you walked out of the diner after your shift ended.

”No, no. I need to get some fresh air after being cooped up in that diner all day. I’ll be fine. I’ll see you tomorrow Agnes.” You call out to her and begin walking leisurely down the street in the direction of your apartment. Your apartment complex isn’t that far from the diner and is situated above the family owned pizzeria.

You quietly begin the walk home and slip in your earbuds into your ears before pressing play on your playlist for the evening. It’s a normal quick walk that you take almost every evening that you work at the diner. Usually just a ten minute walk as the sun begins to set over the town. As you pass by the local bar you quicken your steps as you spot a man leaning against the side of the building by himself. Not wanting to peak his interest you keep your head down and quickly walk past him. And just as you’re making it past the bar a large hand is grabbing your elbow and spinning you around. You yelp loudly at the swift movement and you yank your earbuds out of your ears before you shove the man away from you as he tries to crowd you hurriedly.

“C’mon darling. I just want a little taste.” He croons at you and scoff in disgust at him before shoving him away once more as he steps closer to you.

”No thanks. Not interested.” you say loudly just as you hear a loud motorcycle engine pull up in the parking lot of the bar. The man tried to grab at you again but suddenly you watched wide eyed as a large hand wrapped around his shoulder and he was yanked backwards to the ground harshly.

”I think the lady said no.” Changbin snapped out angrily as he loomed over the man lying on the ground on his back.

”Hey easy man. I was just asking her out.” The man tried to talk his way out of the situation. Changbin looked over at you for a quiet moment before he twirled his index finger in a circular motion. You did as you were told and turned around to give him your back.

As the sounds of heavy fists hitting skin echoed around you you flinched at each sound. But not once did you turn back to watch since Changbin had asked you not to. Only when Changbin’s hand came to rest gently on your hip did you turn around to him. You didn’t bother to look at the guy on the ground as Changbin guided you over to his bike.

”I’ll give you a ride home. Here take my helmet.” He said to you and you nearly melted at his soft tone as he placed his helmet on top of your head before buckling the strap underneath your chin. He straddled the bike and leant forward to give you enough room to get on, which you did in a hurry and wrapped your arms around his waist and cuddled into his back as you shut your eyes. You had never been on a motorcycle and jolted against his back when he started up the bike making it rumbling underneath you.

The ride back to your apartment was quick and soon Changbin was sliding off his bike to help you off as well. Your hand felt small in his large one and when your thumb grazed over his busted knuckle you gasped softly before looking down at his hand.

”Oh no! Your hands!” You cooed at him.

”It’s nothing, don't worry about it.” Changbin tried to reassure you but you shook your head at him.

”Come up to my apartment and I’ll patch you up.” You insisted and Changbin shook his head quickly as a blush bloomed on his cheeks as his eyes darted up the stairs to your apartment.

”No, no I couldn’t do that.” He said softly as he shook his head again.

”Please Changbin? You beat up a guy for me because he wouldn’t. Take no for an answer.” You said softly as your lips pouted slightly at him. “Let me take care of you.” You insisted once more but he sighed and shook his head as he gently unclasped his helmet from your head.

”Maybe another time.” He reassured you gently with a soft smile and you huffed at him causing him to chuckle at you. You pout slightly before you lunge forward and press a kiss to his cheek which shocks him but then makes him duck his head as he grins to himself.

”Well thank you for saving me. I really appreciate it. Would you let my buy you lunch or dinner to say thank you?” You ask him sweetly and he looks up at you quickly with wide eyes.

”Like a date?” He asks before ducking his head once more and you chuckle softly at his antics.

”Yes like a date silly.” You says softly and Changbin grins softly at your answer before nodding his head while keeping his eyes down. “Good. I’ll let you know next time I’m free and we’ll go.” You say softly to him and he nods once more.

”Now get going. I know you’re exhausted.” He said softly in a gruff tone which had you beaming happily at him. You press one more kiss to his cheek before you’re turning on your heel to walk up the steps to your apartment as he watches you in a daze from his bike. You chuckle softly as you spot him still there after making it up to your door before you unlock the door and slip inside with a beaming smile on your face.

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no-144444 · 5 months ago

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persistent perstering- c.leclerc

Day 13 of fic-tober! fic-tober masterlist

summary: Ferrari drivers are persistent. You’re not looking for love. Too bad he is.

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You liked your job. Ferrari was a good place to work. You’d befriended many of your colleagues, you enjoyed the travel, and though your work was challenging, you felt good. You were the assistant strategist who, granted, usually had better strategies than your boss, but you bite your tongue to keep his massive ego alive. If you could slap him in his dumb fucking face, you would. You liked being in the garage, well, you would if it weren’t for one thing.

Charles LeClerc.

Ferrari’s number one, Prince of Monaco, il Predestinato, King of Monza, the Ferrari driver.

He was a pain in the ass. He followed you around like a love-sick puppy, he hung on every word you said, laughed too hard at all your jokes, talked too much, and he wasn’t exactly your type.

Well, no one at that moment was. You’d imposed an iron-clad dating ban on yourself when your last relationship ended badly. You weren’t interested in the Monaco dating scene, and even if you were, you wouldn’t start up again with Charles LeClerc.

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“Morning!” You called out to Carlos. The humid air made every piece of clothing you owned too warm, so you were in a vintage Ferrari cropped-tank. You loved your team, even before working there. Behind Carlos, was Charles, not that you knew that. Carlos smiled, coming over to you.

“How are you doing?” He asked with a smile.

“Fucking hot,” you chuckled. He nodded. “It's mad weather.”

“I know what you mean,” he nodded. “Charles’ here could barely stand getting out of bed.”

Charles stepped out from behind him with a bright smile. You smiled back politely, and somehow didn’t notice the way his jaw dropped when he saw you.

“Ready for tonight?” you asked them both.

“Ready,” Carlos nodded. “And hoping that you’re doing my strategy.”

You chuckled and followed him into the paddock, Charles tagging behind you both. “Sadly no, but I will be on stand-by for drinks afterwards, first round on me if things go wrong?”

“First round on me if things go right,” Carlos nodded.

“Well, good luck today,” you smiled. “Can’t wait for the sprint!”

“Thank you,” Carlos smiled and left to go to his side of the garage.

“Feeling ready for today?” you asked Charles, trying to be polite.

He nodded. “How bad can it be?”

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Very, very bad. Extremely bad. Awful.

Sprint went like this;

Lap 2: Charles Engine failure into the pits for a 20 second stop.

Lap 8: Carlos crashes with Norris

Lap 16: Charles into the barriers.

Double DNF with the feature race tomorrow and quali tonight? Yeah, you’d all be getting fined for staying late.

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You sat at your desk, looking over the strategy for tomorrow, disheartened at your prospects. Quali had ended 2 hours ago and Charles and Carlos were starting at the bottom of the grid, and it was your job to get them back up into at least the top 10, if not the top 5. Finally, the ball was in your hands in terms of strategy and no matter what, they were going to listen to your calls. The team had all left 30 minutes ago, the cars were fixed with no upgrades and some understeer, but they were drivable.

“Heading home soon?” Charles’ voice rang out through the empty garage.

“Nope,” you sighed.

“You’ll work yourself to death,” he sighed. “What are you looking at?”

“Strategy is in my hands tomorrow,” you blurted out. “And I’m fucking freaking out,” You let out a sad chuckle as you felt all of the pressure on your shoulders get heavier and heavier. “I don’t know what to do now. Austin is always a fucking ordeal, and with teh Sprint and you tow trashing the cars we’re so fucked, and they’re finally giving me the chance I’ve been asking for and if I fuck it up they’ll never promote me, even though they know it’s less than ideal circumstances.”

You took a deep breath as your eyes watered. He placed a hand on your shoulder. “It’s alright,” he whispered. “You can cry.”

You groaned, covering your face. “I don’t want to cry.”

He chuckled softly. “I think you might need to.”

You shook your head, taking deep breaths and wiping your eyes. “No, I-I’m alright.”

Your breathing quickened. Your heart raced. Your mind clouded. Your ears rang.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

This couldn’t be happening, not in front of your colleague, not in your workplace not-

And then his lips were on yours? His hands in your hair as you sat there stoic and frozen with anxiety, he fucking kissed you.

WHAT A CUNT.

You hastily pushed him off and gathered your things, hoping he would just leave you alone. He rushed out apology after apology until you finally turned to him and screamed. “Leave me the fuck alone Charles! Not everyone is in love with you, alright? I’m Carlos’ friend, not yours! I tolerate you, because I fucking have to, because it’s my job, and because I’m a fucking professional! If you cannot extend those same respectful luxuries, don’t come near me Charles. Just leave me alone!”

He stood there, shocked, as you stormed off to your hotel room.

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You walked into the paddock the next morning with your head held high and a plan for the strategy. You knew what you were doing, and the only time you’d have to see Charles today would be on your screen in a car driving more than 300 kilometres an hour. Perfect.

When you got to your desk, there was a small note on it with a bouquet of your favourite flowers.

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Dear Y/n,

I am so sorry about my behaviour last night, it was unacceptable. I panicked and I wasn’t sure what to do, but I know now that was not the way to go about it. I am so incredibly sorry, and I promise to leave you be from now on. Sorry again, Charles.

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A part of you felt bad, another didn’t. I mean, working with F1 drivers, you were used to tall egos on shorter men, with very little to back them up other than their money. You were sick of it, and to be honest, Charles just got the brunt of your anger because he was close to you, and he had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time.

And I mean, it was a pretty good kiss. But no, he’s a dickhead, right?

You huffed at your own stupidity. No way you were letting a man get you this confused about what you wanted. You didn’t want…? You wanted…? Fuck, what did you want?

“Hi,” Charles’ sheepish voice came from beside you. You whipped your head around to meet his eyes. “I just wanted to apologise in person as well. I am truly very sorry about last night, I put my own feelings above yours and took advantage, and I am deeply ashamed. I promise-”

And then your lips were on his?

How the tables turn.

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satans-codpiece · 6 months ago

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8 with screamer pls

8) oops, we were just hiding in this closet, but then the close proximity get us too turned on not to fuck

(Implicitly TFP Starscream, post-Partners. Him sneaking around the Nemesis is so good for this.)

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You thought you were dying; that someone's finally come to kill the High Command's pet human in an idiotic power play-

Until he was shushing you.

"What are you doing here?"

You hadn't seen him in weeks, months-- you still didn't see him as talons had curled together in a protective cup. Until your demand registered in his audials and each towering rod of metal sprung apart.

"ME???" He hisses, optics wide, lighting up the room in scarlet. All around you, his thin digits twitch with indignation. He holds you at chest height, but even here he makes you look up to see him. "What do you think I'm doing? I'm running on fumes out there and-" Starscream's head whips towards the door. All at once the red light that had been bathing you is gone, illuminating dark metal. It takes another several seconds before you hear what had drawn his attention. Footsteps- several in succession. A squad of Vehicons. Were they there for him? You turn back towards him and truly take in his appearance. As bright as his lights are in the pitch black room, they're dim- dim for how blinding they should be with him keyed up, ready to fight whatever came through the door. Worse, him looking away gives you the perfect view of the horrid scratch just below his right optic.

He holds you so close, so precariously folding his limbs to fit into the closet anyway- you stretch up onto your tip toes and reach for him. "Starscream..."

Your fingertips barely brush metal. His face snaps back towards you.

In an instant you can see it, plain as though he'd told you himself. He didn't come back for you-- not that you would have expected him to, he was hardly the most dedicated of them-- but now that he has you in his servos again... The apertures of his optics spin, watching you, betraying more than he would ever want to say. Outside, the footsteps recede.

"I was worried about you." You say, "I missed you." and it's true. When you reach for him again, he lets you touch, your tiny palm against his massive, cool cheek.

"Of course you did." Starscream says on instinct. But the waver of his optics, of his derma means there's something else. Starscream quiets as he struggles to say something with sincerity. Evidently, he doesn't quite get there. "I can't mass displace." It's not what he really means to say, replaces his first-line defense of sarcasm and self-aggrandizement with second-line allusion. It's enough to give you pause- "Have to be quick." and that's enough for you to push it aside.

You nod, instantly breathless. You don't know what quick means to him right now, so you skip the formalities and kick your pants off the edge of his servo. His optics darken at the sight of you adjusting, settling back against the quickly warming plates.

And when you part your legs for him- his engine hums, spooling up despite his attempts to suppress the sound- and his glossa spills from his intake. Slick, smooth metal joints trace up your thigh- and that's all the warm-up you get before he's sliding between your lips.

A gasp rips its way from your mouth- and you quickly cover it with your hand, sinking your teeth into your fingers just to keep quiet. From the heat in Starscream's gaze and the momentary flick of his wings, you think he'd wish you wouldn't- regardless of how tactically sound that impulse is.

He drags his glossa up nice and slow, lets his optics shutter, rerouting processing power to the chemical sensors on his glossa. It's been a quartex- no, two- since he last tasted you and your strange little organic lubricant. It's sweet and so strangely inert, his drained tanks aching for energy-dense fuel, not the delicious strings of proteins you leak so obligingly onto his glossa.

His faceplate is cool when he draws his servo even closer, your thighs pressing up to rough-worn metal. You sigh for the contact, squirm in his palm as his languid licks turn intentional, the tapered tip prodding at your entrance while the base rubs teasingly across your clit.

"Star," You sigh into your fist. He must hear it- because his engine gives a stuttering, half-aborted purr and his glossa pushes in.

With so little effort, he fills you- and your warmth, your softness, your taste surrounds him. This time, his engine's spooling goes unchecked, a deep rumble that rises in pitch- and yet does nothing to hide the distinctive shnk of his panel opening.

You wish you had the time, that he had the energy to fuck you properly. It's been so long, and as nice as his glossa feels pumping into you, squirming deliciously against your walls, it's not the same.

Around you, his talons twitch again- and now you watch his arm move and stroke himself with a pace that shuns the very concept of patience. Heat bursts from his vents, fans clicking ever higher in vain. It's been too long- too long without him, too long worrying. There's no room for the nice, slow reunion fuck you each deserved.

"Close," You gasp, but he already knows. He's felt how your soft, squishing walls keep trying to clamp down on his glossa, as though you could trap him inside that soft, wet little frame-

"Yes, yes," He purrs- voice rumbling unimpeded from his vox. Red light washes over your tiny body as he re-engages his optics, watches as you squirm in his servo-

And when you cry out, "Star!" body going rigid because of him- for him- Starscream's engine stutters, skips a cycle and he moans against your skin. His arm trembles, struggles to work himself through his own overload.

He leans away, his vents hot like desert air on your skin. The light of his optics has dimmed, lowered in the wake of his spent charge- but still coat your body in a garnet gleam, every inch of you painted red for him.

You rub your hand along his, feel the grooves between plates. "Do you have to go?" You murmur, staring up him.

"I'll be back." Starscream promises, stroking your body so carefully with one long, sharp talon. "I'll find you."

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love-and-war-on-cybertron · 2 months ago

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Optimus, of course, but I don't want to be a bad Autobot, but you got me hooked on waiting for part 2.

If I get smacked with the right muse this one may have a part three coming. This one is a little spicy. I think it's okay to post here. As always, everything I post is also posted on a03.

I'm calling this pseudo brat taming.

PT ONE

Frustrating PT TWO

"Remove your clothing..."

Prime's voice made the boards you stood on shake. Looking up at the Cybertronian, you take a moment to debate. Are you in danger? His engine was in a low but constant growl. shakey breaths let you taste the dust in the air, the smell of oil and ozone that tends to cling to his kind. Optimus has just commanded you to take your clothing off. Not asked, commanded. Another moment of hesitation and he ex-vents sharply.

"Did I stutter?"

"No." You aren't trying to sound like a smartass. Which is good, since you sound like a frightened kitten with that squeak of a response.

"Then do as you're told for once."

Oh, the way he growled makes you shiver in this warm barn. Glancing around, more for your nerves, you reach for the buttons of your shirt. Optimus backs away from the loft, pacing the cramped space of the barn. Optics unblinking on your slow movements to remove the shirt and pants. He's always insisted on you wearing utilitarian clothing when with them. Not cute or to your tastes. Just... serviceable. Left in a tank top and your undergarments, you put your arms around you.

"Did I say you could leave anything on?" He's on the far side of the barn, half turned away, half in shadow. How does he look so menacing? "You truly are incapable of following orders. Finish it, or I will."

Arms crossed, grabbing the edge of the tank, you pause. Meeting his Optics makes you think Twice. There is a rush to rid yourself of the meager bits of clothing you still have on. The wood is old, but not splintery under your feet. A small thing you are grateful for as you hold your arms around you. Bare before the spiders, termites and Optimus. He keeps a gaze on you, holding very still where he stands. Optics blazing a trail over your body. Metal clinks and his servos flex before he steps over. Even on the loft of the barn, he towers over you.

"Put your arms down."

"Prime-"

"Do not speak unless I ask you a question." His voice echoes in your chest, "Put. Your arms. Down."

A deep breath and you listen, still tense. Still unsure of just what was about to happen.

Optimus Pokes you in the chest, "When you got hit with shrapnel after I told you to stay hidden," It was a small scar, one you almost forgot about, but his touch... The living metal was warm, and despite all the edges that could make up a cybertronian, it left no mark of its own. With a single digit, he lifts your arm while a thumb runs along till it traces over a longer scar.

"When you were caught in the rubble after an attack... After you ignored retreat orders." He narrows his optics as he traces that scar another time. You look away. Your body feels hot where he caresses. Is it anger that makes him so warm?

"From when you tripped" a scar on your hip. An Embarrassing memory that he doesn't even have to word. You both know you had disregarded an order then too.

"From when the Deceptions captured you after you snuck into their transport." The ring around your ankle. That metal cuff had dug in deep. You couldn't even remember how long you had been a captive. You remembered him finding you. Covered in Energon and cradeling you close as he ripped the chain out of the wall.

Metallic fingertips graze the one down your back and you look to the side, It almost feels like he is cupping his servo around you. "From Lockdown..." It's your voice that speaks. Quietly admitting guilt.

"So you are aware how insubordinate you are." he huffs, pulling away. Your skin goosebumps. The warm air is cold after his touch.

"I'm sorry Prime, I-"

"No you're not." Servos brace on the loft, Optimus leans close. Face plates right Infront of you. Daring to meet his optics, he continues, "You continuously put yourself in danger, ignoring orders meant to keep you safe. Thrill junkie? I've seen enough of them in autobot ranks. The same thing always happens." He reaches out, pushing you down onto old sacks that are surprisingly comfortable. You try not to think about the dust. Or the fact he has you caged down with his servo. Leaning over you, "dead... I will not see the same happen to you, I will sate this need for thrills."

Optimus is a very large, very heavy, and very strong robot alien. You are a naked human. Bare of any sort of protection from him. As terrifying as it is, you can't help but think the reason your shaking isn't just fear. Not when your breath hitches as he runs a metal thumb over your skin, leaving fire in it's wake.

"I will teach you obedience." Optimus growls, "Get on your hands and knees, face away from me." He stands, servos by his side and despite leaving that small distance between you, it feels like he surrounds you. The energy he gave off, the command, the presence. Engine growling as you stare at him a moment too long. Hands and knees it is, awkwardly laid across dusty old sacks. Looking over your shoulder earns another engine growl.

"You will not look at me. you will not look anywhere but forward." Metal fingers pull you up from laying, "hands and knees I said. You will not lay. If you look away or lay down, we will start over."

"Start ov-" A sharp sting to your ass makes you yelp and look behind you. He had... he flicked you. He was ... Optimus was spanking you. His servo hovered behind you, optics narrowed.

"I will not warn you again. Turn around."

A small huff of laughter escapes you. The giant robot was flicking your ass to spank you.

"Do you find this comical?" Another, this one harder. Enough to jolt you forward.

"N-No Optimus."

"Good." another, this time across your thighs. It made you gasp and shiver as his giant thumb smooths over the skin for a moment. A flash of quick sharp pain, followed by the just too warm to be soothing, touch. His next strike wasn't as sharp, but a solid thump almost. You fell forward and he tuts, "Start over." Another while you're still down. It makes you squeal, legs kicking up.

"Start what over?" you question, trying to get back up, only to be pressed down so he can loom over you again. The air from his vents does nothing to cool you down.

"Can you not follow one rule?" The growl of his voice is backed by the engine and you feel it through the wood and in your body, "Hands and knees, stare forward and do not speak unless I ask you a question." Servo trailing down your body and you swear you feel his derma ghost along your skin. "Do you understand?"

"Yes... sir."

The growl becomes a purr and he moves away again. Only the sound of his internal systems, a faint buzz or whirr, letting you know he is still there. You steady your breathing, looking ahead. This was kind of intense, something you boasted about being able to take but could you? Another flick of his servo and you're struck across your ass and thighs by two digits. The metal would leave you unable to sit for a few days you were sure of it. Besides the yelp, you followed the rules, focusing on some mark in the wooden walls, gripping your fingers into the semi-soft sacks. Pain radiating from where it landed. Taking a deep breath, you ready yourself, and Optimus times it. Breathless, you cannot make a sound, but arch as that next one, a lighter smack, hits right between your legs. You might have moaned, but would that just make him start over? Was it the point of this, was he getting off? Was it just inter-galactic misunderstanding of professional discipline? Wouldn't be the first time you had to explain a porn concept was NOT to be an example.

Hot metal smooths down your back, a crooked digit rubbing against your bare cunt and- yeah, he had to be getting off on this.

"Perhaps if you learn your place, I may show you a reward." The tip presses between your lips and you whimper. "But not today." his touch is gone one moment and another strike before you can even register it. Another. Another. Some are light flicks that make you jump more from anticipation. Some are those same hard thumps that make you grit your teeth and try not to fall. Some hurt enough for you to cry out. Some between your legs making you want more as much as you want to beg him for respite.

Optimus lectures you between it all, reminding you how weak you are. How fragile. How precious.

"You will behave." Smack, "You will follow orders," Smack, "You will not endanger yourself." Smack.

Another and you let the tears spill, a cry tears from your throat to the tune of his name. Pleading. His digit tilts your chin, pulling your head back so he can see your face.

"Hush now," his tone is softer, followed by a tutting, "you earned this. Take your punishment and redeem yourself."

A hiccup and a nod from you before he releases you. The giant's touch trailling over your cheek and shoulder, down your back. A not-so-soothing pat to the tender skin of your backside. Optimus says nothing as you press your upper body to the sacks between you and the wood of the loft. He can grant you this without comment if it means you present yourself so willingly for the rest of the punishment. Metal digits flick against your skin, till he seems satisfied and your whimpers are enough to make him think you may have learned a lesson. The skin on your thighs and ass hurts like hell, but there is a different ache as well. One that makes your rub your thighs together even as you sniffle. Damn, would this make you behave, or act out more to get this kind of treatment?

Optimus drags you towards him, scoffing at how half-heartedly you grab at the sacks and how meekly you turn in his palm to look up at him. Doe-eyed and remorseful. A bit further than he meant to take this, but you had been frustrating him so much. All he wanted to do was protect you.

"There now... Have we learned our lesson?" You nod, sniffling. Thighs parted, you knew what you were doing. Based on the sound he made, you'd get a reward after all~

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smoothlikealikeasnake · 5 months ago

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Strawberry Princess Chapter 10 ‘Promise?’

Pairing - OT7!BTS x Reader, Hybrid!BTS x Hybrid!Reader

Genre - Hybrid!Au , Hybrid BTS x Hybrid Reader, fluff, angst, eventual smut, slow burn? , alternative reality , strangers to lovers , strangers to friends, friends to lovers

Warnings - Riding Motorcycle, anxiety, lots of kissing, inappropriate thoughts, sexual tension, Chasing (as a game?), scent high, sexual content (not smut yet), biting, a mention of blood, prey and predator instincts, lots of fluff, lmk if there’s anything more 💖

Summary - When a certain hybrid starts to appear whenever Jungkook is at the gym, an immediate pull is felt between the two and their eventual friendship soon is spread to the rest of his pack.

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“You want to go for a drive?”

Those words had Y/n shooting up out of bed, not even bothering to change out of her soft pajamas, instead just putting on her Uggs and a warm teddy bear coat, putting her messy hair into a ponytail and replying to jungkooks message with a happy ‘yes!’

He was outside within a few minutes and walked up to her apartment, she was patiently waiting for his knock and when she opened the door they just took eachother in, he was in a grey tracksuit, the hoodie unzipped to show the tight white tank top he had on with a black leather jacket sitting over the top and he almost laughed at how cute Y/n looked, in her patterned pajamas and coat.

“I brought something different for us to try this time, do you trust me?” - Jungkooks words had Y/n’s heart racing in anticipation, wondering just what he meant. She nodded timidly and grabbed her keys before taking his outstretched hand and letting him lead her down to the car park. It was late at night, around 11 and pitch black outside, she never went out at this time but she gladly would with him.

A expression of confusion fell over Y/n’s face when she couldn’t spot his Mercedes anywhere, when she looked at him he nodded towards a motorcycle sitting next to his usual parking area, she had never been on one and her nerves were rising as she looked at him hesitantly.

“It’ll be fun, I’ll keep you safe princess”

“Promise?”

“I promise” - He lead her over, picking up one helmet and placed it over her head, making sure it was secured on and being careful not to hurt her ears before lifting her onto the bike, a bit further back from where he would sit, telling her to sit tight for a moment, keeping a hand on her thigh while his other put on his own helmet, sliding a leg over the bike to his own seat, leaning forward to grab the handles.

“Hold onto my waist tight and don’t let go princess” - He waited until she did so, feeling her almost hesitantly wrap around him, under her hands she could feel his defined abs and if she wasn’t so nervous she would have been a blushing mess and would of savoured it more.

Jungkook looked back to check her legs were in the right place after feeling her holding on like he told her too before placing one foot on the floor firmly, kicking up the stand and holding the weight on one foot until it was turned on.

“Ready princess?” - He only got a small and high pitched ‘mhm’ in response before starting it up with a loud rumble, taking off and repositioning his foot as they moved.

This isnt so bad, he’s not even going too fast - but of course that thought ended once they actually got out onto the roads, he had gone slow to get out the car park but the speed immediately picked up once on the road. The grip around his waist instantly got tighter and Y/n let out a little yelp as she thought she was going to fall off for a moment, pressing her entire front to Jungkook’s broad back and squeezing her eyes shut as the cold wind hit her harshly, not having adjusted to the pick up in speed. Jungkook only laughed a little at that letting out a ‘I’ve got you, your fine’ just loud enough so she could hear over the engine.

It took a minute before Y/n finally opened her eyes, adjusting to the speed and realising it wasn’t as scary as it originally had been, when she did it was a feeling she couldn’t describe, watching the city lights go by and the wind blowing against her, the warmth of Jungkook under her hands and instead of holding on like her life depended on it, her grip and body relaxed against him, head resting on his back and watching as he skilfully leant them slightly to the side to pull them around the corners. Giggles started to leave her as she enjoyed the feeling, it felt so free, so relaxing and so new in the best way.

“You like it?” - Jungkook felt her tense body relaxing and heard her sweet giggles, happy to feel her enjoying it like he did

“I love it”

“Hold on a bit tighter then princess” - She did as he said immediately, her hands pressing onto his abs to push herself impossibly closer but not tensing up this time. Jungkook picked up the speed again, the feeling making Y/n’s stomach flip but all she could do was happily giggle and watch the lights around her.

She felt secure, like she couldn’t possibly fall off and it sparked a bit of bravery in her, tightening her legs around the bike and slowly letting go of Jungkook’s waist, putting one hand out at a time, realising she felt nearly completely safe doing it she spread her arms out and leant back a bit to sit up straighter. The wind flowed through her body like electricity and it sparked a few happy shouts and giggles, hearing Jungkook laughing too and impossibly happy to hear and feel her having so much fun. She just took in the free feeling, eventually leaning back against Jungkook and slipping her hands around him again, resting them on his firm chest and sighing happily.

It took a while before Jungkook slowed down, at a point where he could stop and where they were they could see the lights of Seoul everywhere, the road was empty and even if someone drove past they wouldn’t care because they were on the side. After slowing to a stop, Jungkook flicked the stand back on and reached back, somehow picking Y/n up like she weighed nothing and swinging her around, pulling her infront of him and shuffling back just a little, sitting her on the raised hood infront of him. He took off her helmet before taking off his own, shaking out his hair and taking in her dreamy smile.

“Can we do this more often?” - Y/n’s words were light and airy, she felt like she was ontop of the world, never knowing something she saw as so dangerous could ever be so amazing to her.

“We can do this whenever you want too princess”

Y/n couldn’t help the sudden desire and admiration that took over after having built up while they were riding, she was level with Jungkook’s face in her raised position and instantly leant in, slipping her small hands onto his face and leaning forward. He’d slipped his hands to her thighs, holding her securely where she was and leant in too, connecting their lips passionately and quite harshly considering they were out in the open.

The kiss was hot and feverish, their lips moving against eachother quickly and more passionate than ever, Y/n’s hands leaving Jungkooks face to travel up and down his built chest and dragging her claws over his covered abs with a smile against his lips. It was fast and almost hard to keep up with, Y/n’s hands moved everywhere from his abs back up to tangling in his hair and over his neck making him shiver while Jungkooks hands rubbed up and down her thighs, getting dangerously high before squeezing hard and soothing them again. They couldn’t feel the freezing wind hitting them and they didn’t care that they were out in the open, too enthralled with eachother.

Eventually they had to part, out of breath and panting as they leant their foreheads together, staring at eachother with swollen lips and stars brighter than those shining over them in the sky in their eyes. They repeated they a few times, the kisses occasionally travelling onto each others necks and leaving little nibbles before returning to their lips. It wasn’t a sweet peck, the kisses grew messy with bitten and sucked lips, tongue that left them with mixed saliva and small gasps and moans, completely in their own world.

They didn’t want it to end.

“Do you have somewhere to be in the morning?” - When Jungkook got a shake of Y/n’s head as a no he let out a breathless reply, airy and sounding almost desperate.

“Stay with me, I’ll take you home tomorrow but tonight, this doesn’t have to end” - Y/n instantly nodded, going in for another kiss, addicted to his taste and the feel of his lips on hers, she might have been sorry for the light scratches she left on his neck and down his chest, showing pink lines even through his white tank top. Her thighs were no better, there would definitely be pink hand marks maybe even light bruising from his grip but she loved it, loved every second of it. She chased his lips with a whine everytime he pulled away to breathe, never imagining herself to feel so desperate for someone.

Their kisses had to come to a stop so Jungkook could take them home, both pulling away reluctantly with swollen lips before Jungkook put on her helmet and manhandled Y/n back into her seat before putting on his own helmet and starting the bike back up. They didn’t speak throughout the drive, Y/n just relaxed against his back, hands holding his chest and eyes trained onto the lights flying by, time seemed to slow and get faster all at once, Y/n barely processing how they’d driven all the way back until they pulled into the carpark of the packs home and she sighed a tad sadly, not wanting to stop.

Their walk up was playful, hushed whispers and giggles so they didn’t wake anyone up in the late night, neither of them felt tired, bursting with energy and lightly pushing at eachother in the elevator after Jungkook teased her for being so worried at first and then loving it. Jungkook fumbled with the keys to get in before turning round and putting a finger over his lips.

“I think most of them are asleep so we have to be quiet” - Y/n nodded and put her hand over her mouth to muffle another laugh, not even knowing what was funny just being together made it all feel good. The two practically stumbled through the door, knocking a few shoes out of place and shushing at eachother before Jungkook accused her of being too clumsy and deciding the best solution was just to pick her up and throw her over his shoulder.

“Let me down Kook!” - Y/n whispered but was still giggling away and hit his back silently, lightly kicking her legs not accepting defeat until Jungkook reached up, making Y/n jolt and fall silent trying to surpress her laughs as his hand fell down on her ass, slapping it playfully, it made more noise than either of them had since they got in and Jungkook quickly rushed both of them to his room like they were a couple teenagers sneaking back in, still shushing eachother.

When they were finally in Jungkooks room, he grabbed onto Y/n’s bare waist under her shirt that had rode up and threw her down onto the bed with a laugh at her yelp when she bounced on it.

“Your hands are rough” - Maybe Y/n’s words had more than one meaning but they actually were rough, from his weight lifting and he looked at her pretending to be offended before stalking up to her, latching his hands onto her exposed waist again and tickling her into protesting laughs and squirms, definitely louder than she had intended too.

“These hands?”

“Yes! Yes- those hands!” - Jungkook suddenly pulled away and left her without any touch and despite being glad the tickling stopped Y/n craved his touch again, eyes observing him to work out some way to get his touch again but before she could Jungkook looked at her in somewhat surprise for a moment.

“I forgot to put your coat away” - He guided it off of her arms leaving her in her pajamas and telling her he’d be back soon, quickly putting his own jacket and her coat up with the other coats, laughing quietly at how comedically small it was in comparison to all of theirs before making his way back finding Y/n laying on her side and taking in his room.

“Are you comfortable like that or do you want some clothes to change into princess?” - his words caught her attention and she looked down, really debating asking to sleep in his clothes but she was already in pajamas it wasn’t really needed

“I’m okay like this thank you” - Kook nodded before gathering some pajama pants of his own and finding. A shirt, even if he never slept with one on he would in fear of making Y/n uncomfortable, excusing himself to change and wash his face.

Coming back, he was putting on his shirt on while he walked through the door and even though he thought Y/n wasn’t watching she definitely was, looking at the plaid trousers low on his hips, lower than the band of his Calvin kliens and all his muscles tensed as he put on the shirt, abs on full display and biceps flexing. It was only after shaking out his hair that he noticed the gaze on him, growing flustered at the attention as he realised she had infact been watching him. He walked over to the couch he had in his room, specifically for his gaming on his tv and Y/n watched him confused as he got comfortable and was about to pull a blanket over himself.

“Why are you there?”

“I’ll sleep here?” - Jungkook was confused at Y/n’s confusion but her eyebrows furrowed and she bit her still swollen lip for a moment before patting the bed

“It’s big enough for both of us” - Y/n was praying he wouldn’t reject her and he was more surprised than anything before happily leaping up and dropping himself on the king-size bed next to her, watching her smile again and her eyes light up, in her joy she didn’t think before diving in and draping some of her body over his and burying her face into his neck to take in his addicting scent, nuzzling her face in and not hearing his sharp inhale as her nose and lips rubbed in and down against his scent gland. Jungkooks arm fell around Y/n, draping over her lower back and tilting his head to the side to give her more space, she was happily kicking her feet at his scent and her own scent was sweetening and filling the room before apparently she wasn’t close enough, swinging one of her thighs over his waist and sitting on his abs, leaning back down and getting right back into his neck, purring and squirming happily.

Y/n’s hands were planted on his chest while Jungkooks were on her lower back dangerously close to her ass and she was consumed by his scent, not taking a single moment to think about how bold she was being. Its not like Jungkook minded, he felt like he was in heaven, scent gland growing pink and even more sensitive from Y/n’s nuzzling, his brain short-circuiting when Y/n’s tongue darted out gently, whining at the taste on her tongue and when he made no move to move away or stop her, she grew more confident, lapping over the scent gland with loud purrs and shudders over her entire body.

Jungkooks breathing was heavy and he was near panting when it got too much and he pulled one of his hands up, gripping Y/n’s chin and directing her lips to his kissing like they had never stopped earlier on the bike. Y/n gasped into his mouth and he slid his tongue in at the opportunity, the intensity of it all, his taste his scent his lips, his body, all of it was so much that Y/n grew restless, squirming in her position and unknowingly rubbing over Jungkooks crotch. His groan was low and almost feral as he kissed her harder, feeling Y/n’s hands travel down and under the bottom of his t-shirt, claws scraping over his hard abs. The warm skin under her hands had Y/n whining into the kiss, not wanting to pull back to breath even for a second, pulling at the hem of his shirt and wiggling to the point where Jungkook’s hands had slipped down to her ass and gripped hard, stilling her as she failed to notice the hand sensation under her, only pulling back after her head got dizzy, not enough air reaching her lungs as they parted with a pop and red, messy swollen lips.

Y/n sat up, eyes widening and cheeks flushing as once she did there was something hard and big pushing up into her crotch, she would have gasped if she wasn’t so flustered, the hands she had under Jungkook’s shirt stilling as she took him in, trying to clear her head for a moment. Jungkook was a mess, panting and flushed, hands still gripping onto Y/ns ass for his life and groaning at Y/n’s warm centre over his dick, his eyes were squeezed shut and he felt hot but just when he thought Y/n was finished, her sweet voice travelled to his ear, hesitantly gripping the hem of his shirt.

“Kookie? Can I take this off? I promise I won’t squirm anymore” - Somehow he knew that just wasn’t true but he was more than happy to oblige with a bashful smile, sitting up as she slid down his lap a little further and he had to hold back the groan teasing at his teeth, grabbing the back of his collar are easily pulling the top off tossing it next to him and he took in her flushed state as he layed back again. Y/n was pink and her pupils were dilated to the max, breath held in her throat as she took in her physique even if she had seen it before, never this close, never intentionally and she looked up for permission as her fingers twitched to touch him. It made Jungkook a bit bashful as he nodded and tensed just a bit at the claws that scraped over his abs, Y/n’s soft fingers soothing each line as she traced his muscles, putting a bit of pressure and shuddering at how hard he was all over.

Jungkook had been doing well to keep in his groans but he lost that battle when the saliva building up in Y/n’s mouth from the urge to bite had gotten too much, she dove down and started leaving wet kisses and nips all over his neck starting from his sensitive scent glands and he instantly moaned loud and almost desperately, hands tightening on her as she made her way down, leaving little bites and kisses all over his chest, savouring the relief she was getting even from the small nips, every nip she was leaving was accompanied by a wet kiss to soothe the mark that seemed to instantly bloom and she couldn’t get enough of the taste of his skin, muscles twitching under her tongue as she made her way down, breaking her promise to stop squirming as she eventually got down to his abs, leaving the same marks on the hard muscle but when she got closer to the band of his Calvin Kliens she had to take in the sight of his defined v line and the faint happy trail in the centre and suddenly the nipping wasn’t enough.

She desperately wanted to sink her little fangs into one of his hips, marking the v-line and as if reading her mind, Jungkook slipped a hand into her hair, pulling her head up to look at him. Y/n thought she had gone too far and felt embarrassment rising in her throat but was instantly soothed and equally as excited at Jungkook’s next words

“Gentle princess, you can bite just be gentle for me” - Jungkook kept a firm hand in her hair, guiding her down to one side of his v line again, Y/n felt the loud purrs pouring out of her and she was purrfectly obedient under his hand and at his words, opening her mouth to lick at the area she chose before sinking in her fangs, being gentle enough not to break the skin just as he requested but just a bit harsher than she had been with the smaller nips, this was going to leave a mark for atleast a week, the indent of her fangs forming instantly and the whine she let out was high pitched and needy even if she didn’t know what for, this was as satisfying as it could get in that moment. Jungkook was panting harshly, cursing at the pleasure coursing through him and squeezing his eyes shut, hand in Y/n’s hair tightening just a bit more and he let out a loud moan as she let go, licking over the mark to soothe it before looking at it very satisfied with herself.

Just as Jungkook was about to flip her over and pin her down to return the favour just as they both wanted, someone burst into the room calling for him and all three figures froze, the two on the bed looking over with wide doe eyes, looking completely innocent as if Jungkook didn’t have nibble marks across his entire chest and Y/n wasn’t sitting on his lap looking like a guilty mess.

The three looked between eachother as if the two on the bed had been caught red handed and they kind of had, Jungkook hadn’t told anyone about bringing Y/n home not that it mattered but still, they were caught deep in a scent haze and the figure at the door wanted nothing more than to join in, so he broke out of the initial shock with a sly step into the room.

“What do we have here, trying to keep Y/n all too yourself Kookie?” - Jimin slowly stalked over, as sly as ever, careful to take in their reactions and to stop if needed but it wasn’t needed, Y/n’s gaze changed from one of shock to one of longing, her hand reaching out, claws fully out to dig into Jimins black hoodie once he was in reach and yanking him towards them.

Up close, Jimin could really take in the situation, the marks that trailed down Jungkook’s muscular torso and the red mark on his v-line, the light lines from Y/n’s claws and his harsh grip on her ass, both of their blown out pupils despite the widely innocent look they were both giving him, they made no attempt to hide any of it and Jimin got comfortable sitting next to them, rolling up his sleeves subconsciously from the heat radiating off the two and Y/n watched with almost hungry eyes at the veins running up his forearms before focusing on his plump lips. Who knew someone could look so ravishing in just a hoodie

“You have fun there baby? Marking up Kookie? Making him look even more pretty” - Y/n preened at the praise, shuddering as her grip on his hoodie never loosened, loving the soft fabric under her fingers, Jungkook hadn’t spoken a word too entranced by the situation.

Jimin felt like a puppeteer, leaning into Y/n’s ear to whisper and instigate every following move.

“How about you let Kookie give you a few of his own, it’s only fair” - Y/n was instantly nodding, looking down for a split second before she was flipped over onto her back with a gasp, side pressed up against Jimins leg where he was sitting next to them, Jungkook caging her in ontop of her. Jimins hand fell into her hair, gently scratching across her scalp and at the base of her ears sending shivers through her body all over again. Jungkook looked down at her, eyes full of sincerity as he didn’t make any moves to reciprocate just yet

“Is this okay princess?” - Y/n’s heart fluttered at his voice and she instantly nodded but a husky ‘words’ was whispered into her ear and she instantly beared her neck and obliged with the command

“Yes- Yes- please-“ - Y/n was entirely breathless and whined as soon as Jungkook leant down, leaving kisses down her neck, working up and down until he licked over her scent gland and at her shudder and choked moan he used his own teeth to mark it, her scent flourishing around the two as Jungkook continued his way down around the collar of her Pajamas never pushing to be respectful but Y/n’s hands shot up, unbuttoning the top two buttons of her top to give Jungkook more access and while she felt Jungkook’s smile against her skin she could hear Jimins, teasing.

The movement gave Jungkook access to all around Y/n’s chest, up to the trim of her bra and Jungkook had to hold himself a little higher for a moment to take in the side, eyes widening even if he had felt them before, then he dove in leaving messier marks all around the area, Y/n no longer holding back any noise, whining and choking out moans as Jungkook’s mouth delved into her full breasts, every kiss and bite marking her up just like she had done to him.

Her body seemed to stop working as she layed there in bliss, if she had more strength in her hands in that moment she would have undone the rest of her buttons but she could only dig her claws into Jungkook’s shoulders and respond, squirming as Jimin praised her in her ear, letting her arch her back into Jungkook’s lips body sensitive and responsive.

“More-“ - The only word she could coherently get out was more and Jungkook obliged by moving down, to the waist band of her bottoms and lifting the hem of her top up slightly so he could leave the same marks along her lower belly, feeling her shake under him until he got to the same point she had marked on his own body, soothing a hand up and down over her body as he peppered kisses around the area until squeezing her thigh to reassure her and sinking his teeth into her hip, illiciting a moan so whiny and loud Jimin had to push a hand over Y/n’s mouth to muffle it. Jimin let go instantly after, not wanting to restrain her.

Jungkook didn’t break skin, leaving a mark that would stay the same length as his own and soothing it with his tongue when he let go but Y/n’s body was so sensitive all over that she was close to tears, slapping a hand over her own mouth and twitching at every swipe of his tongue, she could hear Jimin teasing her for how sensitive she was, swiping a finger lightly over her swollen scent gland and down just under her collarbone and watching her both arch up into the touch and have a single tear roll down her cheek that he wiped away with a gentle touch. Jimin watched her and moved a hand into Kooks hair, keeping his eyes only on Y/n as he prepared to pull him away the second Y/n wanted but that moment didn’t come and Jungkook left a final kiss over the mark before sitting up, scooting closer and wrapping his arms around Y/n and pulling her to sit up slowly, placing a kiss to her head while the two men sandwiched her in happy scents, Jimin moving to sit behind her and sliding her onto his thighs with Jungkook infront of her.

Caught up in the moment, the three hadn’t realised there was a fourth figure in the doorway, watching all too amused and summoned by Jimins failure to come back and Y/n’s moan.

“So this is why you didn’t come back Jimin” - two heads snapped towards the voice while Y/n just kept her head in Jungkook’s neck, breathing in his fresh scent.

“Can you blame me Tae?” - Jimins words were slurred and he was nearly as affected as the two he originally walked in on just from sitting by them

Taehyung walked over in equally as casual clothes as the three, pretending he wasn’t being affected by the air in the room as he shut the door behind him and walked over, leaning in and catching a clear sight of where Y/n’s claws held on to Jungkook’s back and shoulders and the marks peeking out of Y/n’s pyjamas. Jimin’s eyes were about to roll back into his head from watching and smelling everything that happened so when Tae got close enough he ran his hand up his back and placed it over his nape, squeezing in a light scruff to ground him.

Jimin slumped with a happy sigh, Taehyung took in the situation and decided to take lead for the three of them, all too deep in their head to think for themselves. Gently pulling Jungkook back to give Y/n some space elicited a sad whine from her as she scrambled to get closer again but Tae just hushed her and mentioned that she should sleep now, that it’s late. All three of them were manhandled to where Tae wanted them, Jungkook and Y/n laying in the middle of the bed with Y/n resting on Jungkook’s marked up chest and Jimin placed right next to her, leaning over her body and half spooning her.

It was a pretty sight, all of them so blissed out and the two in the middle covered in pretty little red and purple bite marks, the two in the middle barely holding onto consciousness as sleep clouded their minds and Jimin dopily admiring the two, one of his hands alternating between stroking Y/n’s hair and Jungkook’s hair, loud purrs from Y/n vibrating both men’s bodies. Taehyung gave them all soft praise and words of admiration as he put them where they’d be comfortable before taking his own spot next to Jungkook leaning on his side to watch over them, one of Y/n’s arms was resting over Jungkook’s lower waist, subconsciously protecting the bite mark she put there while her own was covered by her pyjamas and Jimins arms that left the two’s heads and draped over Y/n’s waist.

When they were all ready, Taehyung grabbed a large blanket and covered all 4 of them, putting a kiss to Jungkook’s forehead and it was like they were under his hypnosis because as soon as he uttered out ‘sleep now’ all 3 dropped their eyes shut and sighed happily, the four of them dropping into deep sleeps all coerced by Taehyungs words and the strong scents flowing around the room.

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Yoongi had cooked everyone breakfast the following morning, the eldest 4 of the pack all getting ready for their days but each growing curious as they hadn’t seen their energetic youngest 3 so Jin went to find them, finding Tae and Jimins rooms empty but finding the jackpot in Jungkook’s room. 4 perfectly blissed out and still asleep hybrids, bundled up close with a chirping Jungkook, purring Y/n, sighing Jimin and rumbling chest Taehyung. They didn’t even stir when he opened the door, he couldnt see anything from the night before from where he was standing and he was so shocked but equally happy that he called out to the other three

“Yoongi, Hobi, Joon, come here now!” - The other three rushed, not knowing what was happening but finding Jin standing in the doorway they grew a little confused until Jin stood to the side letting them see and taking a few steps closer, watching how Jungkook and Jimin tightened their hands over Y/n’s waist and Taehyung threw one over Jungkook and her too, protecting her in their sleep.

As they got closer they started to notice the details, Y/n had thrown a leg over Jungkook and squirmed in her sleep making her shirt ride up and the undone buttons at the top open a bit more showing all the marks Jungkook left and besides Jungkook’s lower stomach, they could see all the little nibble marks Y/n had left on him in return.

“I need a picture of this” - Yoongi’s voice was low but Jimin started to stir, sleepily opening his eyes and looking at them before looking to the position he found himself in, smiling and sighing contently lulling himself back to sleep. Yoongi took his photo but unfortunately his flash was on, getting a growl from Taehyung as he snapped awake, his arm around the two next to him tightening as he looked around for the danger but only saw his 4 hyungs.

“Breakfast is ready” - Namjoon spoke with raised eyebrows, questioning Tae in his tone and Tae looked to the side, remembering the night before with a dopey smile but he now had to wake up the three around him, nudging Jimin first knowing he would be easier to wake and getting a grumble in response before his messy hair shot up looking around again with sleepy eyes before sitting up. Despite all Tae and Jimins moving and jostling to sit up, Kook and Y/n didnt wake up one bit, all Jungkook did was huff and pull Y/n to lay flat ontop of his body.

“When did Y/n come over Minnie?” - Jins voice was soft from watching the 4 interact and he spoke with love pulsing from his body

“Kookie brought her home some time last night, I found them and then Tae found us” - His explanation was brief because he didn’t know much more, not about where they had been or how long they had been home before he found them

Hobi had been silent for a while, humming in response and not taking his eyes off Kook and Y/n, tail swinging behind him as he tried to catch a glimpse of the events from the night before. A hand on his shoulder snapped him out of his thoughts, Joon bringing him back to focus.

“We will leave and one of you wake them up so we don’t startle Y/n” - Joon smiled at the 4 and ushered everyone else out, leaving a sleepy Tae and jimin, who would much rather go back to sleep, to wake them up.

Jimin started by pulling Y/n by her hips off of Jungkook and nearly stopped completely at the whine that came from her throat as her hands reached out to hold on and when she couldn’t grab anything else she wrapped her arms around his tattooed one and held on as tight as she could, pinning her entire body to it and trapping his hand between her thighs tightly.

The two men awake just decided they’d have to wake up Jungkook first, trying first to shake him and when they didn’t work, pressing onto his very swollen and marked scent gland and his eyes instantly jumped open, sleepily looking around in confusion. He went to move his arm to wipe his hair out of his face but couldn’t move it and something, someone was attaching herself very tightly too it, as he tried to move it again he flexed it and heard a happy sigh and someone’s plush lips and saliva? On it, making him look at it in confusion and laughing quietly as he observed Y/n’s mouth slightly open and when he flexed, pressing into her lips and touching a little bit of drool. He noticed the two other men watching the interacting with smiles and messy hair.

“Breakfasts ready, hyungs came to get us” - Tae spoke with an even lower register than usual, voice rusty and low even when he grunted from stretching and pulling himself up, same with Jimin while Jungkook just watched Y/n with hearts in his eyes for a while, looking down and blushing as his hand was firmly held between Y/n’s thighs. Jimin watched him blush and responded to his unspoken question

“You pulled her ontop of you and I tried to pull her off to wake you both up but she latched herself onto your arm before she could get too far” - Jungkook made a noise of acknowledgement bringing his free arm to push the hair away from her face and to gently do the same thing that had woken him up, her eyes opening instantly. It was the best sleep she had ever had and she was not happy to wake up from it, not even looking around before she tried to hiss at anyone and everyone and hold on tighter, she heard two laughs and a growl at her reaction so her eyes shot right open.

While Jungkook and Jimin found it quite funny she was subconsciously challenging Taes authority and as a species in somewhat close relation there was the obvious hierarchy and everything in him was telling him to tell her off, to scruff her and carry her out to the kitchen by the back of her neck. He almost did it, if it wasn’t for how she looked up at him apologetically and let of a meek ‘sorry’, it would do for now.

“Got to get up now princess, breakfast” - Jungkook’s lower voice than usual made her shiver and she made move to reluctantly getting up before noticing how she was wrapped around his arm and scrambled to let go, embarrassed and suddenly flustered. He didnt notice how she wiped her hand where her face was to get rid of the little drool patch and he couldn’t hold back the laugh that followed. Before he pushed both of them up into a sitting position and reluctantly got up looking for a shirt, a hoodie, anything to cover his very bare chest and in her still slightly state Y/n just took in the expanse of his back and the sight of his pants low enough to see his Calvin Kliens, he was so dreamy she almost sighed and leant on her hand like they do in movies.

To snap herself out of it she took the hairband on her wrist off and put her hair into a messy high ponytail as she was sure it looked a state, stretching and then noticing the obvious breeze on her chest and scrambling to do up the final two buttons with a blush. Y/n looked at the hoodie in Jungkook’s hands disapprovingly, something in her head telling her it was offending ‘better without, leave it off!’ But she made no move to voice her thoughts, not that she needed too because her scowl spoke for her, being laughed at a little as someone ran a hand down her back soothingly, knowing it was because it covered a lot of the marks she had worked sooooo hard to put on him.

Tae grabbed her by her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed before pulling her up by her waist, eliciting a little squeal from her before a giggle. He had meant well but something in his wasn’t all that happy with her apology earlier, still believing she would challenge him again so after the other two men left infront of him, still messy and tired, he put a hand to the back of her neck and walked her forward. Y/n didn’t mind, she would have melted into his hand if she didn’t have to walk but she was still waking up and seeing as he didn’t actually do anything after she hissed at him, something was speaking to her in her head that caused her to act how she would with Yoongi.

‘Run, see if he chases you, hiss, see what he does, test him’ - And so she did, they were right about to be in the kitchen and everyone could see them when she spun on her heel and started to running away with a giggle. Instantly, she didn’t just have one big cat on her heels, she had 4 predators running after her as she ran into rooms and did full circles around the perimeter before running into the next, they were all hot on her heels but never quite there.

Three amused hybrids watched the 5 race in and out of rooms in the hallway like some sort of Tom and Jerry game until eventually Y/n got to Hoseoks room, running in and nearly tripping over her own feet and right as she thought she was getting away with it her giggles were cut off by a hand on her lower back roughly pinning her down flat to the bed infront of her, another hand grabbing one of her hands that was about to try to help herself get away, pinning it by her face, the long slim fingers of her captor easily covering it and somehow she didn’t thinks he was ready to stop playing so she let her instincts lead. Moving her head up enough to bite down on the flawless skin, little fangs piercing it just slightly and as she thought she had the leverage to get up a knee landed between her thighs and the same hand she bit grabbed onto both her hands in one of his, pinning them at the edge of the bed. She had fallen into the middle of the bed and whoever was over her pinned her right in her position.

“You should know if you run everything in our body tells us to catch you doll” - The words were a threat but they didn’t come from above her, they came from infront of her, where Namjoon had crouched to be in eyeline with her. Y/n just didn’t want this game to be up though so she smiled playfully at him and started to squirm and turn under the body pinning her down until she felt another set of hands on her, one pushing down on her lower back and one on her neck, pinning her head to the side with pressure on her nape so she could see who was holding her down but not who was ontop of her, Yoongi.

“She hissed at me this morning” - Taehyungs voice came from somewhere in the room but she couldn’t see, it was predatory and lower than usual but he got a laugh from Yoongi in response

“Yeah? She does this to me everytime we see eachother” - He couldn’t hide his amusement and he didn’t say it in a way that indicated he didn’t like it at all because it really was fun for him, he had no complaints.

“Are you going to apologise to Hoseok, look what you did to his hand kitten” - Yoongi’s voice was guided along with his hand on her nape turning her head to see a small drop of blood at the two puncture wounds from her fangs on the set of hands holding hers down, Hoseok. It did spark something in her to move forward and treat it, to heal it over because she’d hurt his perfect skin but she couldn’t reach in her position.

“If I had known you were such a brat I would have treated you a bit differently to how I have been, thinking you were this shy little princess this whole time” - Hoseoks words were low and raspy in her ear and had her breath catching, tail rubbing over his stomach that was hovering over her.

“I’m not a brat” - That got laughs, 4 sets of them

“Oh right I forgot, only with me your a brat” - Yoongi sounded smug about it and she smiled devilishly at him showing off the fangs that had punctured Hoseoks hand.

Anyone would of been scared, being watched and pinned by 4 predators but all she felt was excited, infact she couldn’t stop that purr that cut off any words she could of said, loudly tumbling out of her chest as she relaxed in their hold, no longer fighting. It shocked them really, she just turned into a happy little kitten even while being in the room with 4 potential threats, not that they would ever lay a finger on her like that.

“Now your revealing all your secrets pretty, purring like that you’d think we were playing with your tail or your ears” - Hoseok was entirely teasing but his words only made her purr more and sigh happily, they half thought she was going to fall back asleep

“You’re not going to run anymore are you? Because we will do this all again” - Namjoon spoke carefully making sure she’d process every word and he just got a nod in response. That was good enough as Yoongi took his hands away much to her displeasure and Hoseok took his hand off her own but before he could get away she grabbed the hand that was holding her down and brought it to her lips, gently licking over the small wound.

“M’ sorry” - Her words were sincere, she hadn’t meant to hurt him but it got her flipped onto her back, Hoseok gently holding her jaw as he leant over her, opening her mouth and using that same hand to gently tap her fangs, she half wanted to bite down again but the position he was holding her meant she couldn’t move her jaw if she wanted too.

“That’s alright, you just wanted to bite down on something, was Jungkook not enough yesterday? I saw all those marks you left on him, we all did” - The recollection just made her eyes widen and she flushed not knowing what to say before he smirked and pulled off of her. She hadn’t realised all the marks would really stay, well besides the one on his hip she thought they would fade overnight? The same with her own but that idea was shut down at Hoseoks next words, standing over her at the edge of the bed

“It’s alright pretty, he clearly got you back for it” - His eyes were heated and burned into her as he looked down her body, from her next to her waist were her pajamas had risen again, even if he couldn’t see all of them on her chest now he had seen them earlier. They wouldn’t mention it the images stayed on everyone’s mind, very jealous of it all.

She sat up and it was like she came back to her senses why did she do that why did she run like she had to test them for something!? She was entirely embarrassed but Joon just came over and that’s when she noticed he was dressed for work, in a once pristine suit that now looked a little rough from their chasing and she instantly felt guilty, reaching out and smoothing down it all not even minding how she was dragging her hands down his body. Muttering out apologies for it all but he just shushed her and helped her up, walking her to the kitchen, the three others behind her making sure she didn’t run again.

“Have fun beautiful?” - Jin was teasing but brought her into a welcoming hug when he saw her. He didn’t miss the subtle nod she gave as she admitted it and he just laughed ushering her over to a seat and the sight infront of her made her mouth water, fresh fruits, pancakes and fruit smoothies, enough for more than 8 people. No one mentioned her little game as everyone reached to fill her plate before she could even think of doing it herself, she happily ate away before a question made her think.

“So what did you and Kook do before you got here last night Y/n?” - Joon asked, purely out of curiosity but Kook looked at her shuffling in his seat, almost pleadingly. She didn’t know why but she felt like maybe a little tweaking of the story would be required

“We just went for a drive and watched the city lights for a little bit” - Y/n said with a smile before putting another bite of pancake in her mouth so she didn’t have to say anything else and Kook let out a breath with a nod and a smile.

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The breakfast was delicious and Y/n made sure to give enough praise about the food that Yoongi was red up to his ears before everyone started to get ready for the rest of their days. Jungkook had come and said he’d take her home just like he promised and once there was no one in the room he leant down into her ear to explain himself from earlier

“I don’t think hyungs would be too happy I took you out on my bike so let’s keep that one between us princess” - She understood, it was dangerous and if keeping a little secret meant she could keep going out with him like that she would do it.

Jungkook brought her back to his room to get some fresh clothes, even if he was taking her straight home he still wanted her to feel fresh. Or maybe, he just wanted her to be in his clothes. The problem was, his smallest clothes were going to be extremely large on her but he still picked out a tracksuit for her, a comfortable gray one that he wore often enough to have stained with his scent even freshly washed. He handed it to her telling her she could use the bathroom to change while he changed into one of his own in the bedroom and she didn’t waste any time to take it in there and bring it up to her nose, loving his scent.

She couldn’t have been quicker to strip down and put his tracksuit on but soon ran into the problem of it being far too long, adjusting the waist was easy by pulling the cords and tying but the arms and legs were ridiculously long even if she loved it and it made her feel beyond cozy, just worrying she’d trip. It wasn’t a problem for Jungkook when she came back out the bathroom though, immediately kneeling down and placing her hands on his shoulders to brace her as he picked one of her legs up and rolled up the bottoms to make them the right length and repeated it with the other leg. The same went for the sleeves, rolling them up until they were right.

Y/n didn’t take her pyjamas home, instead she folded them up and left them on his bed, not exactly knowing her intentions when doing so but knowing it felt right. Jungkook looked at her with admiration as she did, thinking hopefully she’d have her own closet here, hopefully she’d have her own room here.

Goodbyes were as they usually were, kisses all over her face from all of the members but she hadn’t forgotten what happened a while before with Hoseok and Jungkook and while she didn’t have the courage that day to kiss any of the others on the lips, she had already kissed Hoseok on the lips before so when she thought no one was looking she put her hands on his shoulders and leant up to place a peck on his lips. Hoseok didn’t let it just be a peck, he leant in further for a real kiss, letting her gasp into his mouth before whispering about how he knew how she really wanted to act now after her little run. She was blushing profusely as she moved onto find the next member that just so happened to be Taehyung who had seen her kiss Hoseok so he got in his own small comment.

“I hope that’ll be the rest of us soon” - followed by him placing a kiss to the corner of her mouth that didn’t help the blush already on her cheeks. He’d be sure to tease and question Hoseok about their little moment later but Y/n had to go for now.

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Jungkook had driven Y/n and played his playlist enough for her to hear it all a few times now, she loved his music taste and had started to pick up on the words so she decided this time to listen to the music instead of going to sleep for as long as she could. Jungkook noticed her not going to sleep and subconsciously sung along with the songs playing, one hand on the wheel, some of them were explicit enough for her to get shy and pretend to focus on the view outside like when he was playing ‘Wus Good / Curious’ and Jungkook easily sang along like it was nothing. Y/n noticed how Jungkook was really fancying a bit of PND playing and Y/n found it really suited him, having less than appropriate thoughts about Jungkook at some of the lyrics he was singing with that golden voice.

For example i wish he was wearing tight jeans so i could feel his… and Jungkook wasn’t oblivious to it, involving her in some of his singing as he would sing the ‘that’s my baby’ of Ballin’ at her and point at her to make her laugh or when Freak In You was playing he jokingly would sing some of the lyrics at her just to watch her stutter or laugh, knowing how she’d react all flustered or laugh. God she was so in love with him

Wait what did she really just think that

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Your Demons Know Mine

Jason Todd x fem!reader

Canon typical violence and revisiting some of Jason's trauma

It was safe to say you and Jason got off to a rocky start. Even after all these months of fighting and investigating together, the two of you get along as well as oil and water.

It all began when Batman had interrupted you one night during patrol. The conversation wasn't really a welcome to Gotham and the vigilante life, nor was it a complete interrogation. But over time, he ended up warming up to you. A little. If that's what you could call it. And you got the idea that he wanted you to join him and his 'team.'

Initially, you were confused beyond hell as to why he came to you. But Huntress told you it was probably because Batman didn't like anything he couldn't control or at least keep an eye on in Gotham.

You gave a nod, turning over everything she'd told you about the Dark Knight in your head. "Interesting."

So working with the Bats here and there wasn't so bad, as long as you followed one very important rule. Amongst others. Obviously, you couldn't try and discover anyones secret identity or jeopardise their safety, but more importantly, you were never to take a life. You considered this, then agreed to his terms.

"No murder, got it." He didn't seem completely convinced, but you weren't about to piss off Batman. And so you began helping out the other 'bats.'

Nightwing, the Robins, Orphan, you name it.

And that's when you met the 6 foot something tank of a man that was Red Hood. Tall, intimidating and pretty aloof, the two of you soon clashed.

He was aggressive and rather impulsive at times, and you couldn't understand why he had to make such a mess during patrol. He made it pretty obvious that he didn't enjoy your covert tactics, never giving you the chance to prove your trustworthiness as a partner, which really pissed you off. One day he made a quip about how cunning you were. You scoffed.

"Sorry, let me just go grab a page from your book and buy a semi-automatic."

He gave a humourless laugh before turning to face you.

"What should I do first?" You mocked, hand on chin in thought, "Shoot up a building or just bash the criminals with it?"

Then he was only inches before you, figure looming over yours as he peered down. "Should I be sly like you? At least I don't pull the wool over people's eyes."

The tension was thick. Real. Suffocating. You couldn't see his eyes, but you could imagine the glare behind that insufferable red helmet.

The worst part was, even though you've never seen his face, you just knew he was handsome. He was probably drop dead gorgeous the asshole. Tall, sculpted, there have even been times when you caught him slipping that helmet back on, catching glimpses of his dark hair. And he was awfully protective of everyone, especially the innocent. But he was still a brash asshole.

This continued on, and it was soon pretty obvious to the rest how you two viewed each other. And you were sure the Bats were pulling your leg, because now you were on a mission with Red Hood.

"Are you kidding me." You murmured to yourself. But you nodded along and took in everything Oracle told you guys. Luckily you wouldn't be completely alone with him, given Nightwing would be in the area.

He gave you a nudge before whispering, "Maybe this will help you two to finally get along."

No comment from you.

Once the meeting was finished, you waved goodbye to Red Robin, Nightwing and Orphan and sauntered out of the cave. Hood lifted his leg over his motorbike before watching you head towards the exit.

"Where are you going?" He asked, already sounding like he was done with your shit.

"I have a license Red. Meet you there." Then you disappeared into the darkness before an engine roared to life. A single headlight lit up the entrance to the Batcave, and he was a little surprised to see you on your own motorbike. His gaze brushed over your usual braid as it fell down your back. Then you turned and rode off into the distance.

You took off down the backroads and short cuts before you made it to the location Oracle sent you.

A secret lab.

A secret lab the company you work for owned.

For the past few weeks, you'd been picking up the suspicious activity occurring at work between those higher up and began investigating. They were trying to create something illegal. Sell it to big time criminals for a chunk of money. It was some sort of chemical warfare plan and you had to act on it fast. So you were kind relieved to find Batman was onto it now, since you would most defiantly found out what's going on tonight.

Hacking into the system once again, you were able to find tip of the ice berg information, such as the guards time table. There were only two guards on tonight at this odd warehouse, so your plan was simple.

You'd set up your little tear gas traps in front of the breaker box. Once you cut the electricity, they'd head to the box to figure out what the problem was, and then you'd attack.

You couldn't believe how well the plan was working. Thank the Lord you decided to become a Chemist and knew what chemicals to mix and use.

The guard triggered the small bomb, releasing tear gas into the air that began to eat away at his eyes. Quickly slipping your hands into the pouches attached to the side of your belt, you manoeuvred your hands into your chloroform gloves before rushing behind him. With the burning sensation in his eyes, your legs restricting his arm movement and chloroform soaked gloves over his nose and mouth, he was out in seconds.

You slipped away from him and began down the hall towards where the second guard was until you heard a whack. There were sounds of struggles, grunts and heavy thuds. You froze and pressed yourself against the wall, a confused frown on your face. "What on Earth?"

Someone hit the ground hard.

"Scumbag." A voice bellowed.

You immediately rolled your eyes. Turning the corner, you were met with Red Hood with his bloody hands and the guard knocked out on the floor. He took you in; your dripping gloves and that bewildered look in your eyes.

"Sorry princess, was this too much for you?" He asked, gesturing to the guards crumpled form.

"Let's just get on with it." You snapped back, removing your gloves and tossing them back into their pouches. You eyed the guns strapped to his thighs, thankful he hadn't used them...yet.

"You handled the other guard?" He asked, falling into step behind you.

"Mhm. Hence the gloves."

"Right, your little poisons and what not."

You soon came to the door of the lab room Oracle needed you guys to break into. Using the information you'd found whilst investigating, you lifted your goggles from your eyes and went through various passcodes.

You were curious as to what you'd find in there. Jason was curious about how you knew what pins to sift through, watching you from behind as your fingers danced along the key pad. "You only get three attempts you know."

"I know." Third times a charm, because the door suddenly gave a hiss before slowly opening.

You both entered the cold, dark room, but not before something grabbed your arm and pulled you in. You turned on your heel only to find Red right behind you. His hold was a lot softer than you thought it would be. "What are you-"

"How did you know the pins? Oracle didn't even have that information?"

He tried to focus. He really did. But your mask only covered the bottom half of your face, and with your goggles sitting on your forehead, those eyes of yours were sending him into a coma.

"Because I'm familiar with this company." You spat back, a little taken aback. "You still don't trust me, do you?"

"Like hell I trust you."

At the mere mention of it, Jason felt something heavy in his stomach. Why did that statement effect him? Why didn't he like saying it?

"You're with them, aren't you?" He asked, voice low as he desperately ignored the guilt that began to stir deep down. Because the paranoia was just as strong.

"What?"

"You must know what they're doing. What, are you tryna lure us in?"

"Get the fuck outta here Red. You can't be serious-"

Before you could finish what you're saying, something flashed behind him. A figure. A crow bar.

"Red, move!" Using all your strength, you gripped onto his arms and tried to shove him out the way before the crow bar swung, the end of it just hitting your arm.

You let out a pained yell and quickly tumble away from the attacker, hand gripped around your aching forearm.

Jason didn't hesitate, instantly lunging towards the figure. Ignoring the pain in your arm you got into your fighting stance before someone else caught your eye. Someone to your side. Another man covered in black launched towards you, sword in hand.

Your heart leapt into your throat as you ducked out of the way. Swiftly, you slipped under one of the tables and came out on the other side. Draws surrounded you and you quickly yanked one open. It was filled with bottles of half used chemicals and jars filled with...alkali metals. Your eyes practically lit up when you saw them. You grabbed the potassium jar, and just as he made his way around the lab table, you turned the tap of the sink on and chucked the plethora of metals inside it. Next thing you knew, an explosion as loud as thunder went off, smoke decorating the air as he ran straight into it.

Your ears began to ring and a coughing attack creeped up on you, but you could only imagine how he was feeling. Slipping your knuckle busters over your fingers, you began to throw hits. It's not really your forte though, so once he was on his knees, you pulled the cloth from one of your pouches and wrapped it around his head, holding it there with all your strength. He went out like a light.

As you disregarded his body, you turned to see Jason was now fighting two men. You caught him quickly looking over at you before realising his guns were somehow tossed across the room during the fight. Now he was relying heavily on his fists, and that might have been even scarier. He was quick and concise, strong with his hits, and it was obvious he wasn't holding back. The second man went down hard, his face bloody and bruised. The first attacker, however, was swinging that crow bar like his life depended on it. And suddenly you noticed the Hood falter. You quickly raced to Red Hood's side.

Already mixed with such sickening anxiety and adrenaline from the use of the crow bar against him, that panic suddenly grew ten fold once he realised you were coming to help him.

"No!" His voice was laced with desperation, completely foreign to the Red Hood you knew. His large arm came up and suddenly pushed you back. And as he did so, the curved end of the crow bar collided with the side of his helmet. The force broke it, separating the bright red so that you could see one of his eyes and half of his domino mask.

Jason was stunned. He was back in that warehouse with the clown.

"I'm gonna beat you until you're unrecognisable."

Those words sent a shiver down Jason's spine. Why, when he was so much taller than the man, was he suddenly feeling so small?

You saw Red's eye, and the fear that flashed across it. You couldn't understand what it was that was getting under his skin, but it hit you hard in the chest. Because you knew that look all too well.

Eager with determination, you slipped your daggers into your hands and got ready to take out this asshole, when suddenly Hood tackled him to the ground. But it wasn't Red's usual tactic or fighting style. No...this was animalistic. In seconds, Jason had the man pinned to the ground and the crow bar in his hand.

You hadn't realised Nightwing was yelling in your ear, that he could hear what was happening through the comms. Shit, you completely blanked out.

"Hood? [Vigilante name]? What's going on??" Nightwing urged.

But you couldn't respond, because Red Hood was now beating the life out of the man before you. It was violent. Confronting. Harrowing. You knew he was violent, weren't we all? But not like this...

This was the product of something deeper. Something horrible imbedded into Red Hood.

"Red..." Your voice was too quiet, travelling right over his head. But each blow was becoming worse as Jason got lost in his thoughts and fears. Got lost in the past. So this time you yelled out.

"Red Hood! That's enough!"

He kept going though. It wasn't until the harrowing echo of a gunshot ringing through the room that he stopped. Jason snapped his head over his shoulder to look back at you. You stood there, grimace evident on your face even with your mask on, with one of his guns in your hold and aimed at the ceiling.

"That's enough! We gotta go!"

A deer in headlights. Jason stared back at you, the one eye you could see glassy and absent. You lowered the hand gripping onto that awful weapon he treasured so much. You never touched a gun, and you hoped you'd never have to touch one again.

Creeping towards him, you surely, gingerly slipped the crow bar out of his hold. He flinched, his muscles tensing as he watched you. Nerves ran through your body as you slowed down your movements. You tossed the crow bar to the side before crouching down to his eyes level.

A part of you felt sickly relatable to him. Like you were staring at an older version of yourself.

"Come on," you urged. "I know where the files are. Let me grab them and we can go."

Jason slowly came to again, giving a nod in response. You left to search for the folder and Jason's eyes trailed down to the man beneath him, his breath slow and laboured. So many emotions were coursing through Jason. Rage, hate, fear. He looked over to you as he got to his feet, thankful that you were here. But also resentful that you were. That you had to see that side of him.

Nightwing and the others talked through the comms, evidently worried about you and Red, and Jason could only imagine the shit show he'd have to face when he got back to the Batcave.

You quickly walked back to him, thick folder in hand.

"Alright, let's go Red." Your heart was still pounding in your ears as you rushed past him. But he didn't follow. You turned to look back at him; a man so vicious and large, and yet all you saw was someone who was broken. "Red, what's wrong?"

His deadset stare was back, the mask was back up, but his voice was soft. "You hate using guns..."

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bobbyfloyd · 10 months ago

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trouble's always gonna find you | rhett abbott

description: in which you know he's no good for you, but you just can't stay away

pairing: rhett abbott x afab!reader

warnings: 18+ only, dark themes, questionable morals, non-graphic description of a gunshot wound, mentions of death, allusions to crime, unprotected p in v sex (on the floor lol), choking, creampie

notes: i have no idea what this even is, but as soon as i saw these pictures for the first time yesterday, i started writing this fic. i just wanted to write something mysterious and different. and i'm proud of myself for finishing a fic for the first time in months. i may also write more installments for this story in the future, depending on how well it's received.

You couldn’t sleep.

It was late July, and the air was heavy and thick with humidity. You felt as if you lived in a swamp. Which, essentially, that was what Florida was. Your skimpy tank top and shorts did little to cool you down, but foregoing clothes wouldn’t offer you much relief.

And to make matters worse, the small window unit that cooled your entire double-wide had broken, leaving you without a way to cool down. So, you found yourself outside, seated on your porch swing as you stared out into the night.

Your neighborhood was quiet. As it should be, at 2 o’clock in the morning. You were enjoying the peace, listening to the throaty calls of frogs and other nightlife. If it hadn’t been so miserably hot, you might have even felt serene.

That is, until the sound of a rickety old pickup truck approaching interrupted all the frogs and cicadas and crickets. You froze, your eyes widening as you watched the truck approach. A blue, beat-up GMC Sierra, circa 2006.

The vehicle came to a stop at the trailer directly next to yours. You rose to your feet, immediately stepping toward the edge of your porch, watching as the driver shut off the engine and proceeded to climb out of the truck, heavy work boots thudding against the ground.

Your stomach twisted as you realized that he was hurt. The hand pressed against his left shoulder alerted you to that much. And even in the darkness, you could see the crimson shade of blood seeping through the fingers that remained against his shoulder.

He made eye contact with you as he limped toward the door of his trailer. You weren’t sure if he even wanted to see you, but you found your legs moving of their own accord, carrying you toward him, toward the man you knew that you never should have gotten tangled up with. The man who had more skeletons in his closet than you could ever count.

The man named Rhett Abbott.

He’d stepped inside already, but he’d left the door open, knowing you were following him. You stepped onto the ramshackle porch that squeaked beneath your feet and made you feel as if it was going to give way and send you falling to the ground underneath it.

Hesitating, you stood in the doorway for a moment before your feet crossed over the threshold. You glanced around, eyes adjusting to the warm glow of the lamp he had turned on as he came through.

“Rhett?” You cautiously called out. You shut the door behind you as you walked further into the trailer, old, orange shag carpet soft beneath the soles of your sandals. You walked down the dim hall, toward the bathroom, where you finally saw him.

He was hunched over the sink, hands whiteknuckling the counter. He was trembling, fighting to keep his breathing steady. “Rhett?” You spoke again as you came to a stop in the bathroom doorway.

Now that you were closer, you could see that his shoulder injury was actually a gunshot wound. Your eyes went wide and your chest tightened. “Who did this?” You asked. The heavy weight of dread washed over you.

“Doesn’t matter,” he gruffed.

“Yes it does.”

He looked at you in the mirror, his gaze harsh. “You know who did it.”

A chill ran down your spine. He’d always refused to share the details of his job with you. You knew that he drove semi trucks for a living, but early on, you had learned that he transported materials for some dangerous people. You had no idea who they were, or what he actually transported for them, and he had sworn to you that you never would know, either.

You knew that you were foolish for getting involved with a man like him. But somewhere along the way, you had fallen in love with him, and now, you couldn’t bring yourself to leave. Maybe it was because some part of you believed that you could somehow fix him. Save him from himself.

But Rhett Abbott didn’t want to be saved. Whatever it was that he was involved in had him chained down like a prisoner. He couldn’t leave. Not even your love for him was strong enough to pull him away.

“I can’t leave,” he murmured to you one night, as you lay in bed with him. “They’ll kill me if I do.”

Those words had stuck with you ever since. And now, every time he left, you feared that this time, he might not come back. And now, seeing him hunched over his bathroom sink with a bullet wound in his shoulder, you were struck with a wave of nausea.

“But…but why? Why did they do this?” You whispered.

He shook his head, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. “The less you know, the safer you are,” he responded.

You stepped forward, reaching your hands out, touching either side of his face. His stubble was rough beneath your palms. You wanted to ask so many more questions, but you knew he was right. Despite your involvement with him already being a risk to your safety, he did what he could to protect you still. And part of that was disclosing as little as possible with you about his line of work.

The people he worked for were capable of heinous things. He had witnessed these things firsthand. Unspeakable acts of violence and depravity. He would cut off his own arm before he let you be subjected to those things.

“Can I at least help you take care of this wound?” You softly questioned.

His lashes fluttered. “Mhm.”

You let go of his face. “Go sit at the kitchen table. And take your shirt off, if you can.”

He let out a breath, nodding almost imperceptibly before he stepped around you, leaving you to scrounge up whatever first aid items you could find in the bathroom as he took a seat in the kitchen. Wooden chair legs scraped against cracked linoleum as he sat down. There, he took his hat off, tossing it onto the table before gingerly removing his bloodied shirt.

The wound wasn’t that bad. In fact, it could have been much worse. It was only a warning. If the man holding the gun had been intending to kill him, Rhett would already be dead. Instead, he had a nick in his shoulder, and he doubted it would even need stitches.

As you approached with gauze and rubbing alcohol, he eyed you, and felt a sadness building in his chest, clouding his lungs like wildfire smoke, making it difficult to breathe. He was selfish to keep you in his life. He needed to let you go. But he knew that he wasn’t strong enough to do so.

As stoic as he appeared, he cared for you deeply. Hell, he loved you. And that terrified him, because in his experience, whenever he loved someone, they were ripped away from him. He tried to tell himself this time would be different. But that was merely wishful thinking.

“I wish you’d leave this job,” you murmured as you soaked a piece of gauze in alcohol. You used it to wipe the blood from his skin, cleaning the area around his wound. As it came in contact with the gash, he hissed only slightly. He’d endured far worse pain in his life.

“Can’t,” he simply said.

You sighed as you tossed the bloodied gauze in the trash. “Why? Is this what they’ll do to you if you try? Will they kill you for leaving?”

In the low light, his gaze flickered up to meet yours. His chest heaved slightly. “Don’t ask me anythin’ else about it.”

“Why not?!”

“Because they could take you from me! And I can’t lose you!” He shouted, his outburst causing you to jump in surprise.

You stared at him, your body tense, your breath trapped in your lungs for a brief moment as you processed his words. You didn’t know how to respond. So you did the only thing you could think of. You reached for him, pulling his body toward yours, letting his head rest upon your abdomen as one of your hands came up to run through his hair.

He was trembling. So were you. You realized that you had never fully grasped the gravity of the situation until now. This was, quite literally, life or death. A clear reason to walk away, to leave him behind and find another place to live, for your own safety. And yet, you didn’t walk away.

You stayed right there, in the middle of his kitchen, in a rundown little trailer in the middle of a Florida trailer park, holding him close. You were already in over your head. What was allowing yourself to sink a few more feet into the water going to change?

“Sorry for yellin’,” he mumbled as you finally pulled away to continue tending to his wound. His voice trembled.

“I didn’t realize you felt that strongly about me,” came your soft response. Your tone wasn’t accusatory.

Rhett was a hard man to read. You had met him two years prior, when he’d first moved into the trailer next door to yours. He’d come to Florida, of all places, for a fresh start. Claimed the reason he’d chosen this place was because it was as far away from his hometown as he could get.

The attraction between you was there. It resulted in a casual romp between the sheets, that soon turned into both of you catching feelings. Around that time, Rhett started a new job at a trucking company, which meant he was gone for days at a time. And that was all well and good, until he started coming home with a haunted look in his eyes and an uneasy countenance.

He wouldn’t tell you what had happened. Refused to share any details. He insisted that it was for your own safety. But it only created a sinking feeling of unease in your gut. Whoever he’d gotten involved with was powerful.

You knew he cared about you in some way, because he was so adamant about protecting you. But he wasn’t much for words. He’d never truly expressed how much you meant to him.

But now, as you stood before him in his kitchen, it was finally out in the open. He was terrified of losing you. Couldn’t stomach the thought of you being taken from him. You could see it in his eyes. Raw fear that made you shiver.

“‘Course I feel that way about you,” he whispered. “I know ‘m shit with expressin’ my feelings, but…you mean so much to me, an’ I can’t– I can’t stomach the thought of losin’ you.” He’d never forgive himself if he ended up being the reason for harm coming to you. In his heart, he knew you were safest if you weren’t associated with him at all, but selfishly, he couldn’t let you go.

You sighed softly as you moved to finish patching him up, smoothing medical tape over the gauze so it would stay in place. “For what it’s worth, I really care about you, Rhett. I don’t know exactly what you’re tied up in, and maybe I’m stupid for sticking with you because of it. But I want to be with you. I want this to work.”

“Me too,” he hummed, watching as you gathered up all of the first aid paraphernalia, tossing the used items into the trash.

“I just hate seeing you come home hurt,” you added on, voice thick with emotion. “And it…it scares me, what they could do to you. You say you’re afraid to lose me, but did you ever stop to think that I feel the same way about losing you?”

He nodded, his eyes downcast. If he was looking at you, you would have been able to see the raw emotion glimmering in his eyes. “I’ll…I’ll figure out a way to leave this job. I promise,” came his confession.

You took his face in your hands, thumbs gently rubbing circles against his cheeks. “I hope you do,” you replied.

He took a deep, unsteady breath before he released it. Your touch calmed him, melting some of the tension he carried upon his shoulders. His large hands came up to rest upon your hips, and he pulled you closer, slotting you between his knees.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, fingers slotting into the curls at the nape of his neck. His hair had gotten longer since you’d seen him last. He was in need of a haircut. You would likely end up giving him one outside in the yard one of these days.

His stubble had grown out, too. He looked weathered and tired, but still so handsome.

His lashes fluttered at the feeling of your fingers brushing against the skin of his neck, and he shivered slightly. It had been a while since he had felt the tenderness of your touch. He hadn’t realized how starved he was for it.

Slowly, you leaned in, gaze flickering to his lips before you caught his eye. He gave the faintest of nods, giving you permission before you gently captured his lips with your own.

He melted into you, a soft grunt leaving his throat as you kissed him. His heart rate quickened in his chest, his skin heating.

You were dressed in your little tank top and shorts, and he could feel how warm you were against his bare torso. As his large hands splayed over your hips, the fabric of your shorts rode up, granting him access to the swell of your ass.

He broke the kiss, breathing rushed as he pressed his face against the side of your neck, mouth open against your skin.

“Need you,” he gasped. He was desperate to feel your body against his again. Desperate to have that connection with you. After all he’d been through, he craved tenderness.

As one of his hands came up to paw at your breast through the thin fabric of your tank top, you knew you could not resist. You wanted him, too.

Your knees went weak as he tugged your top town further, his tongue laving at the exposed swell of your chest. One hand remained tangled in his hair, guiding his head further into you. “Need you too,” came your breathless response.

He looked up at you then, and you saw unbridled desire in his eyes. “I…” he began, but trailed off, unsure of how to express what he truly wanted. He was overcome with such an intense wave of emotions. He might even describe himself as being ravenous for you. Having a near brush with death had brought out an almost feral yearning for you.

What was soon to follow would not be gentle. It would be animalistic. Somehow, you knew this. So you nodded your head. “It’s okay. Take what you need.”

So he stood from his chair, one hand holding the side of your neck as he pulled you in to kiss you again, his hulking frame hunched over you. His mouth locked with yours again, kissing you deeply as he backed you into the kitchen table.

He guided you to sit upon the smooth wood, and he immediately slotted himself between your thighs. His stubble was rough against your skin, creating a delicious burn that made you shudder. Then he trailed his mouth down your jaw, teeth nipping at you as he went lower. You gasped, back arching, body pressing into his as he shifted his attention to your neck.

Then he yanked your tank top down, exposing your breasts. One of which he gripped in his hand, the other he attended to with his mouth, teeth grazing your nipple, causing it to harden beneath his touch.

Your fingers tugged at his hair, and you could feel the molten heat beginning to settle between your legs. Being this close to him, breathing in his scent, feeling his body against yours, was so overwhelming. You had missed him so terribly.

Being in your proximity was affecting him, too. He grabbed your hand, bringing it down below his belt, alerting you to what you’d done to him. You gasped softly at the feeling of his hardness. You ached for him, longing to have him inside you, joined as one.

In a flurry of need, you reached to undo his belt buckle, hands fumbling, eager, impatient. He watched you for a moment before he pushed your hands away and finished the job himself.

Then those big hands of his were pulling your shorts down your legs, completely removing them, tossing them aside. Then came your tank top, which he all but ripped over your head, the flimsy fabric protesting in the form of popping seams as he did so.

Now, you were fully exposed to him, laying bare naked on his kitchen table, staring up at him, silently begging him to take things further. He ducked forward, trailing his tongue over your abdomen and up between your breasts, tasting the salt of the sweat on your skin.

Then he moved to kiss you again, tongue delving into your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself. As he did this, he brought his hand down between your legs, dipping his middle and ring fingers inside you. You gasped at the feeling of the thick digits, and he pressed his forehead to yours as he fucked you with his fingers, with the intention of making you wetter than you already were, so he could fuck you with ease.

With his left hand, he grabbed your throat, ignoring the twinge of pain in his injured shoulder. He applied just the slightest bit of pressure to your neck, fingers pressing into the sides, intentionally avoiding your airway so that you would be able to breathe with ease. Your eyes went wide, and you gasped sharply, mouth falling open.

Rhett could feel the way you suddenly tightened around him, and it sent his blood rushing south, cock growing even harder. He could feel you, even slicker around his fingers. You’d begun to drip like a juicy peach bitten into on a hot summer's day, coating his hand in your molten arousal. It pulled a breathless groan from his throat.

He pulled his hand back then, lifting it to his mouth to suck your wetness off his fingers before he hurriedly began unbuckling his belt. You watched him, dazed. You found yourself suddenly desperate for him, your desire to have him inside you completely overwhelming you senses.

Your eyes flickered downward, unable to tear your gaze away as he tugged his jeans and underwear down, exposing his hard, leaking cock. You whimpered softly, biting your lip as you quite literally began to salivate like a starving animal at the sight of him.

Rhett tipped your chin up then, so you were looking into his face. "Keep your eyes on me" he instructed, and you obeyed, staring into the deep blue, so dark it was almost like looking into the midnight sky.

He aligned himself with you, and in one carefully timed thrust, he was fully seated inside you. No hesitation. No easing into you to let you adjust. He made you take him all at once. You let out a cry at the feeling, and he watched the way your brow furrowed, the way your mouth fell open. In the yellow light of his trailer, you looked so heavenly, like a deity sent to grace him with your presence. He wanted to commit your features to memory.

With one hand pressed against the table and the other cradling the back of your head, he began to move. Slowly at first, working up to a rhythm. You melted in his arms, moaning lowly at the feeling of him stretching you, sliding into your tight, slick heat before pulling back again. His thickness filled you in such a satisfying way.

Rhett leaned back to watch his cock disappear within you with each push of his hips into your own. The sight of you stretching to accommodate him had his knees going weak. A switch was flipped in his arousal-clouded brain. He wasn’t going to fuck you slowly. He was going to take you hard and fast.

You cried out as he quickened his movements, driving himself into you deeply before pulling back, just to do it all over again. the force of which caused the legs of the kitchen table to scrape against the linoleum floor. However, the harder he fucked you, he found that the table was inching its way back, moving across the floor little by little. To solve this problem, he lifted you, inside you still as he lowered you to the kitchen floor, one hand supporting the back of your head so you wouldn't bump it on the way down.

You gazed up at him, completely overwhelmed by the sheer size of him. His frame was hulking over yours. He was so broad, he could make almost anyone feel small beside him. But despite his roughness, despite all that he was tied up in that had hardened him this way, you knew you were safe here, connected to the man that you loved. You weren’t sure when you realized you were in love with him, but the realization had been painful, because you knew you shouldn’t be involved with a man like him.

Yet here you were, on his kitchen floor, letting him fuck you. You were in too deep now.

You lifted her back off the ground, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair as you pulled him down to kiss her. "Nobody else gets to do this to me," you breathed. "Only you." Because that was the truth. No matter how many times he left, or how long he was gone, he was the only man you wanted.

A growl escaped his throat as he ducked forward to kiss you hard, resuming his pace, though this time, he went harder. He placed his hands on the floor by either side of your head, using his strength to drive himself into you. There was an intensity in his face, a look that seemed almost animalistic. Mouth curled into a snarl. Brow furrowed.

Beneath him, you whimpered and wailed at the feeling of him inside you. Your pretty, broken sounds were music to his ears. He wanted to hear them always.

And when you asked for more, he gave it to you. He ground against you each time his hips met yours, his pubic bone pressing into your sensitive gathering of nerves. This sent you shuddering in pleasure, head thrown back as electricity crackled through you.

Your chests were pressed together, heartbeats and breaths intertwining, joining you as one. You clutched at him, careful to avoid his injured shoulder as your fingers dug into the rippling muscles of his back. You felt as if you might float away, each ripple of ecstasy stronger than the last.

It felt so dirty to be fucked into the kitchen floor, and yet, your entire body was a live wire, crackling and sparking beneath him as you wailed and cried and begged for more. Rhett captured your cries in his open mouth, kissing you languidly, gasping against your lips, moaning your name, swearing under his breath.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer, shifting your hips up to meet each thrust, trying to chase that delicious spark that you felt each time he grinded against you. But Rhett wasn’t going to let you do all the work.

To help you plummet toward your end more quickly, he slipped his good arm between your bodies, hand quickly locating the place you needed him most, deft fingers swirling against your swollen clit. You arched into him, mouth falling open as you gripped his arm, nails digging into the meat of it.

“Wan’ you to come for me,” he growled, teeth nipping at your bottom lip.

The pressure he used against your swollen, twitching clit was certainly going to cause that to happen. “C-close!” You squeaked.

He nodded, lock of hair falling against his forehead. “I know. Can feel y’ squeezin’ me.”

Your pussy was involuntarily clenching around him, and you could feel the evidence of your arousal dripping from you, soaking his shaft, creating a puddle on the floor beneath you. Rhett could feel it, too, and it made him shudder above you.

“S’fuckin wet.”

All you could do was whimper, jolting against him as he offered a particularly deep thrust. “O-oh my g–ah!”

You wrapped both arms around him, and locked your legs in place, holding on for dear life as he fucked you into the floor, grunting and growling as he did, the weight of his body heavy against your own, but not overwhelmingly so. Oddly enough, the weight felt almost comforting. It grounded you, and if only for a moment, you felt as if nothing could take you away from him. You were safe. You were shielded.

And then he was in your ear, gritting out, “c’mon baby, need y’ to come for me. Come all over me, just let go.”

And oh, you wanted to give it all to him. Wanted to succumb to the intensity roiling deep within you. You squeezed your eyes shut, tears of pleasure slipping down the sides of your face as you did so. You felt hot all over, buzzing from head to toe, near your boiling point.

Rhett leaned back, bringing his hand to your throat all over again, pressing his fingertips into the sides, cutting off your blood flow. Your eyes shot open, and your gaze locked with his as you let out a sound between a shriek and a gasp. The restricted blood flow made your head spin, and suddenly, you felt as if you were floating above yourself, in the midst of an out-of-body experience.

Everything you felt was heightened tenfold, and you were very quickly overwhelmed.

“I said, come,” he growled.

And you did. Whether it was on command, or your body was already tipping over the edge, you didn’t know. But what you did know was, you were plunged into the throes of an orgasm so intense, you swore you blacked out for a moment. Searing ecstasy rippled through you, spreading from the tips of your toes to the top of your head.

You cried out Rhett’s name, holding onto him for dear life as you convulsed beneath him, pulsing around his cock. He had to fight to hold it together, because he was moments away from his own end, and he wanted to enjoy you like this for a moment longer before he let go.

He watched you in awe, amazed at how beautiful you were when you were in such a state of unbridled pleasure. As you writhed in his arms, he held you, keeping you grounded when you felt like you’d float away.

As you slowly came down from the intensity, Rhett took that as his cue to pick up his pace, kissing you when you began to whimper from the sensitivity. "I'm gonna fill you to the brim," he gritted out, voice strained as he approached his own release.

You welcomed it, you begged for it, longing to feel his essence spilling deep within you. And he gave it to you. With nothing short of a roar, Rhett came undone. He buried his face against your neck as he lost himself, hips pressed tightly to yours as he spasmed and filled you with his warmth. You held him close, shivering at the sensation.

Still breathless, his body relaxed against your own, though he was careful not to rest dead weight on you. As he slowly regained his composure, he lifted his head, moving to plant a deep kiss on your lips.

You held his face in your hands as you kissed him back. But your connection could only last for so long. His cock was beginning to soften within you, and you could feel his seed dripping between your thighs, joining the mess you’d already made on the floor.

Although he didn't want to part from you, he knew he couldn't stay this way forever. So eased himself from you, soothing you with another kiss before he lifted his head to gaze between your legs at the mess he'd made.

Wordlessly, he swiped his fingers through your combined mess, and then brought those fingers to your mouth. Eagerly, you parted your lips, tasting your shared arousal, sucking his digits clean. He hummed low in his throat. The sight was nearly enough to have him growing hard all over again.

But he gave you both a moment of reprieve, moving to settle beside you on the floor, as you stared up at the aged popcorn ceiling together. His hand rested on his abdomen, while the other searched for your own hand, interlacing your fingers.

“I missed you,” you whispered into the silence.

He hummed. “I missed y’ too.”

The heaviness of reality had begun to set in as the afterglow faded and your conversation grew serious. You moved to prop yourself up on your elbow, gazing down at Rhett. “Should I be worried about you coming home with more gunshot wounds from now on?” You asked, as you lovingly traced your fingers around the area you had covered with gauze.

He sighed. “I…I can’t promise it won’t happen again. But I want ya to know, I’m gonna figure out a way to quit this job, alright? You deserve a better life. A better man. And I can be a better man. I just gotta clean up the mess I made first.”

“Is that a promise?”

“It is.”

But the truth was, Rhett wasn’t sure that he could keep that promise. He would try, dammit, he’d try. But he was very well aware that going through with it could result in his own life being snuffed out.

And that night, as he lay in bed, with you sleeping soundly by his side, he considered what might happen to you if he ended up meeting a premature end. He had several thousand in cash stuffed into a loose floorboard in the closet. You could live off of that for a while.

He just wanted to make sure you were taken care of in the event that something happened to him.

The thought made him uneasy. But as he gazed upon your peaceful form, he knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he wanted to build a beautiful life with you. He wanted to take you away from all of this, away from this hick trailer park, and give you a home worth living in.

But the only way he could do any of those things, was by breaking the shackles that held him down. He had to walk away from the line of work that he was tied up in, and he had to do it now, otherwise, he’d never be free.

So, in the wee hours of the morning, just before sunrise, he slipped away. He wrote you a note, left you a twenty dollar bill to buy yourself breakfast with, and left a featherlight kiss against your temple before he walked out to meet fate.

When you woke a few hours later, you found his note on the wobbly old nightstand beside the bed.

It read, Went to try and fix things. Don’t know when I’ll be back. Buy yourself some breakfast with this 20. If I’m not back in a week, there’s a few grand under the loose floorboard in my closet. Take it and move far away from here, because it won’t be safe for you to stay here anymore.

P.S. I know I’m shit at words, but I just want you to know, I love you. Hope I see you soon. - Rhett.

You stared at his barely legible writing, your chest tightening with uncertainty. What on earth did he mean by if I’m not back in a week? A pit of dread formed in your gut. You knew he was trying to leave his job, but would doing so cost him his life?

You so badly wanted him to have his freedom back, but what good would that freedom do him if he was dead?

You didn’t buy breakfast with the money he left you that morning. You felt much too sick to your stomach, knowing he was deliberately putting himself in danger. But there was nothing you could do about it. You had no idea where he had gone, nor did you have any clue where to start looking for him.

All you were left to do was worry, and wonder if you would ever see the man you loved again.

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cozzzynook · 4 months ago

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TFA Prowlbee Spice!

It was just supposed to be a normal sparing match, a test of each other's strengths and weaknesses and a way to improve those skills. But that all ended rather quickly, as of right now Bumblebee found himself on his back while Prowl had him well and truly pinned. He softly gave a whimper when Prowl leaned a little closer smirking before letting out a soft chuckle.

"Well, do you yield Bumblebee?" The ninja bot's smirk grew wider as he watched the yellow minibot pout while giving Prowl his best glare.

"No fair! You cheated, again!" Bumblebee hissed as he narrowed his optics.

"Cheating, me?" Prowl's smirk only grew wider as he raised a optic ridge. "I simply used the environment to my advantage Bumblebee, I would hardly call that cheating"

"pfft, yeah right!" Bumblebee would puff out his plating trying to make his frame look larger but also trying to cool his rapidly warming frame. Primus, the longer Prowl had him pinned under him the more hot he looks Bee needed to focus. "I'll believe it when you spar more fairly next time...until then you cheated, simple"

Prowl simply tilted his helm slightly before giving a soft little hum. "Is that so? Well then Bumblebee allow me to change your mind~" Letting out a soft purr the ninja bot leaned a little closer until he was just inches away from Bee's face. With one finale smirk Prowl captured the minibot's lips with own drawing a soft gasp from the yellow mech. After a couple of klicks Bumblebee's frame quickly relaxed as he leaned into the kiss letting soft moans and gasp escape his intake while his glossa gently brushed along blunt fangs before finally pulling away to catch their vents.

"Prowler~" Bee bit his lip as he felt warm lust rush down his frame before pooling in his tanks. He then lifted his legs wrapping them around Prowl's hips pulling the other mech closer. "I-I want more"

"Then let me take care of you, little Bee" Prowl then placed a trail kisses down from the top of Bumblebee's helm moving down his cheek before finally stopping to place a more hungry along the yellow mech's neck. With one servo he let it brush along Bee's chest teasing each seem as it passed until it landed just above the interface panels, gently tapping the panels with one digit simply asking permission. "Open up for me~"

Letting out a soft gasp Bumblebee allowed his panels to open allowing the cool air to brush along his needy valve. He could barley hold back his moans when he felt Prowl's digits softly run his wet folds before giving a playful pinch to his node. "Ah!~" Bee would rock his hips chasing after the friction while charge slowly began to rise and prickle along his frame. He then arched his back again letting out a pleased moan when Prowl finally allowed one digit to enter his valve only to tease and play with the first node cluster drawing even more soft whimpers and gasps from the yellow mech.

"Good?"

"Uh-Huh v-very good!"

Revving his engine Prowl added a second digit brushing along the second node clusters before finally allowing his own panels to slip away. Pulling away his servo Bee let out a slight frustrated groan giving a soft glare that was softened by the dark lust hidden in his optics. Quickly shifting his weight until he was better straddling Bumblebee, they shared look before Prowl finally allowed his spike to sink inside Bee's valve drawing a soft groan from the both of them. After simply enjoying each other for a close moment and allowing Bee's claspers adjust and flutter around Prowl's spike, once a couple of klicks pass Prowl slowly starts with slow and easy thrusts simply allowing his spike's ridges to brush along those sensitive nodes.

"Prowl, Ah- please!" Bumblebee bit down on his servo trying to keep quiet as possible and clearly failing, as more charge grew and danced along his frame. Arching back he let out a long moan as deep node cluster was deliciously hit, wrapping both his arms around the ninja bot's neck Bee pulled him down capturing Prowl's lips with his own. They shared a hungry kiss while Prowl's thrusts grew more rapid hitting deeper nodes with each stroke until they broke away after Prowl hit the ceiling node making Bumblebee cry out in overload.

"Always have to be first in everything don't we?" Prowl teased as he sped up his thrusts before placing little kisses and licks along a softly giggling Bee's neck. With a couple of more thrust Prowl cried out in his own overload, he then placed a couple more kisses before slowly and carefully pulled away and shutting his panels. He then rolled off to join Bumblebee's side on the floor joining the minibot's side as he gave a little soft smile. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, that was great" Bee purred as he slowly snuffled closer to nuzzle his helm against Prowl's chest. With a smile he shut his optics as he enjoyed the sounds of the ninja bot's spark. "Still doesn't change my mind that you cheated" He teased giving a soft smirk as he opened one optic to gaze up at handsome face.

Prowl softly chuckled as he pulled Bumblebee closer with arm only to nuzzle his helm against Bee's. "Well then, I'll just have to keep trying to convince you little Bee~"

Bumblebee's engine playfully revved while he shivered as a fresh wave of lust ran down his frame. "Oh yeah? Prove it Prowler"

"With pleasure~"

Mmmmm good soup 🍲

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cheynovak · 6 months ago

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Stormy Nights

Characters: Beau Arlen x F/Reader Y/N

I got this awesome request from: @csicsi16b and it's also my first Beau fic!

Summary: Beau and Y/N have been dating some time now, a thunderstorm is moving over Montana, something Y/N isn’t quite fond of. Beau gets home to comfort her.

Warnings: 18+, Spicy, multiple orgasms, fingering, oral sex female receiving, unprotected sex and Fluff 🥰

English is not my first language

*This story is my own original story, please do not copy my work, reblog/comments/likes are appreciated*

The first rumble of thunder echoed across the sky as Beau Arlen glanced out of his office window. The dark clouds rolled in faster than he’d expected, casting a shadow over the usually sunny landscape. A sense of urgency tightened in his chest—he knew how much Y/N hated thunderstorms. She never said much about it, but he could see the way she’d tense up, her fingers twitching just slightly whenever the skies darkened.

With a muttered curse, Beau grabbed his keys and hurried out of the office, not even bothering to stop for his jacket. The rain started just as he reached his truck, heavy droplets splattering against the windshield as he sped toward home. The wipers struggled to keep up with the downpour, but Beau barely noticed, his mind solely focused on getting back to Y/N.

He pulled into the driveway he cut the engine and bolted for the front door. By the time he reached to door, he was soaked to the bone, the rain having found every gap in his clothing. The thunder growing louder and more frequent. Fumbling with the keys for a second, he finally managed to unlock the door and stepped inside, shaking off the worst of the rain.

The warm, comforting scent of something delicious greeted him, and he followed it into the kitchen. There she was, Y/N, moving gracefully around the space, trying to forget the storm raging outside, as long as there were no lightning and thunder, she’d be fine.

She was wearing those tiny pyjama shorts he loved so much, paired with a simple tank top that clung to her in all the right places. Beau couldn’t help but let his eyes linger as she bent over to place a dish in the oven, the sight almost enough to make him forget about the storm outside until the thunder spooked her and she mumbled to herself ‘God damn weather.”

He stood there for a moment, just watching her, a fond smile tugging at the corners of his lips. The sight of her like this, making him food so that when he got home he's been taken care of. He never askes her to do it, but he still liked it.

Besides that, she's beautiful, both her personality and looks, it made something warm and protective stir deep within him. Without thinking, he moved closer, his boots making a soft noise on the tiled floor, but it was drowned out by the sound of the rain pounding against the windows.

Y/N didn’t hear him approach, too focused on adjusting the temperature of the oven. Beau’s hand slipped around her waist, pulling her gently but firmly against him. She let out a startled gasp, her body tensing before she realized who it was.

“Beau!” she exclaimed, turning her head to look up at him, a mix of surprise and relief in her eyes. “You scared me! I didn’t expect you home so soon.”

He chuckled softly, his voice a deep rumble that matched the thunder outside. “Sorry, darlin’. I didn’t mean to sneak up on you like that. Just wanted to make sure you were okay.” His arms stayed wrapped around her, and she relaxed into his embrace, the cold of his drenched clothes seeping into hers.

“I’m okay,” she said softly, leaning back against him. He knew she tried to pretend not to be afraid when he was around. Beau pressed a kiss to the top of her head, his damp hair brushing against her cheek. “Good. But I’m here now, just in case you need a cuddle buddy.”

Beau felt the warmth of Y/N’s hands on his chest, her fingers slightly pressing into his damp shirt as she looked up at him with concern. “You’re drenched, Beau. Why don’t you take a shower? But on something dry. Dinner will be ready soon.”

A soft smile played on his lips as he leaned down to kiss her. Once, twice, three times, each kiss lingering just a little longer than the last. He could feel her relax more with every kiss, her worry about the storm melting away in the warmth of their shared moment. “Alright, darlin’,” he murmured against her lips, giving her one last peck before pulling away and heading to the bathroom.

The hot water felt like heaven against his chilled skin, washing away the cold rain and tension from the day. As he stepped out of the shower, drying off with a towel, the house suddenly went dark. The steady hum of electricity silenced, replaced by the sound of heavy rain against the roof and the distant rumble of thunder.

“Y/N?” he called out, his voice echoing through the now eerily quiet house. Wrapping the towel around his waist, Beau grabbed the flashlight he always kept handy in the bathroom and made his way downstairs, the beam of light cutting through the darkness.

As he reached the living room, he found Y/N standing near the kitchen, the dim glow from his flashlight reflecting in her eyes. “The power’s out,” he said, stating the obvious as he approached her. “I’ll go check the breaker box outside.”

Y/N’s eyes widened slightly, her hand reaching out to grab his arm. “Beau, wait. Can’t it… can’t it wait until the storm passes?”

He paused, seeing the apprehension in her gaze. She never liked thunderstorms, but this one was hitting harder than usual. A small smile tugged at his lips as he reassured her, “It’s just the breaker, sweetheart. I’ll be quick—nothing’s gonna happen, I promise.”

But as he turned toward the door, Y/N moved to block his path. Her movements were quick, almost instinctual, driven by the need to keep him close. Before Beau could say anything, a particularly loud clap of thunder shook the house, making Y/N jump and instinctively step closer to him, her hands gripping his arms tightly. The fear in her eyes was palpable, and Beau felt his heart tighten in his chest.

“Beau, please,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly as she closed the door behind him. “That can wait.”

He looked down at her, seeing the vulnerability in her expression. She was usually so strong, so independent, but in this moment, she needed him. And there was no way he was going to leave her alone and scared in the dark.

“But you made food,” he protested softly, his hand coming up to gently brush a strand of hair from her face.

“That can wait too,” she replied with a small, determined smile. “I’m sure we have marshmallows somewhere. Grab the candles, and we’ll make the best of it.”

Beau chuckled, the sound low and comforting. “You’re somethin’ else, you know that?” he said, his voice filled with affection. He leaned down to kiss her forehead, then her nose, and finally her lips, letting the kiss linger a moment longer before pulling back.

“You keep me on my toes,” he continued, moving toward the kitchen to find the candles. The thought of her smile in the flickering light made him move a little quicker, eager to turn this stormy night into something special.

A few minutes later, the living room was bathed in the soft glow of candlelight. The marshmallows they found were a little old, but neither of them cared. Beau sat on the couch.

Beau couldn’t help but smile as he watched Y/N set up a makeshift spread on the coffee table. Despite the power outage and the storm raging outside, she had put together a cozy little setup—a cheese board with an assortment of crackers, a few pieces of fruit, and the marshmallows they’d found tucked away in the pantry. It was simple, but it was perfect, just like her.

The warm, comforting scent of her favorite vanilla lotion mingled with the aroma of the food, wrapping around him like a protective blanket. Y/N always had a way of making even the most chaotic situations feel calm and safe. As she nestled beside him on the couch, her body close to his, Beau felt a wave of contentment wash over him.

“So,” Y/N began softly, her voice barely louder than the patter of rain against the windows. “How was your day?” as she curled up beside him, her head resting on his shoulder as they watched the flames dance in the small fireplace.

Beau sighed, his hand naturally moving to rest on her shoulder, tracing soothing circles with his thumb. The tension from the long day seemed to melt away as he touched her, and he let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. “It was busy,” he replied, his voice carrying the weight of the day’s events. “Nothing too exciting, just a lot of paperwork and a couple of routine calls. I couldn’t stop thinking about getting home to you, though. That kept me going.”

Y/N smiled, leaning into his touch as his hand moved gently across her back, comforting her even as she tried to comfort him. She reached for a piece of cheese, nibbling on it thoughtfully before looking up at him with a question that had been on her mind since he walked in. “Where’s Emily? Is she alright?”

Beau’s expression softened at the mention of his daughter. Y/N had always been so good with Emily, treating her with the same love and care she showed him. “She’s good,” he assured her. “She’s staying with a friend tonight. The storm wasn’t supposed to hit until later, so I thought it’d be a good chance for her to have a little sleepover. They were planning to watch some movies and do each other’s hair.”

Y/N nodded, relieved. “That sounds nice. I’m glad she’s having fun.”

Beau’s hand continued to stroke Y/N’s back, his touch growing more deliberate as he let his fingers drift lower, tracing the curve of her spine. His voice dropped to a husky murmur, full of suggestion. “You know, that leaves the two of us alone for the night.”

Y/N looked up at him, catching the glint in his green eyes. The hint of a smile tugged at her lips as she teased, “Hm… and what does that mean?”

Instead of answering right away, Beau’s strong arms moved to lift her effortlessly onto his lap, her legs straddling him as she settled in close. His hands slipped under the hem of her shorts, caressing the soft skin of her thighs and hips.

His touch both tender and possessive. He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear as he whispered, “It means you always take such good care of me, sweetheart… how ’bout I take care of you tonight?”

A shiver of anticipation ran through Y/N at his words, her hands instinctively resting on his broad shoulders for balance. She could feel the heat of his body through the sweatpants he'd put on before 'diner' and the way his hands roamed her legs sent a delicious warmth spreading through her.

She met his gaze, her heart pounding a little faster as she saw the intensity in his eyes, the deep affection mingling with something more primal. “What do you have in mind?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, though she already knew the answer.

Beau’s lips curved into a slow, confident smile as he leaned in to press a lingering kiss to the side of her neck, his hands sliding up to rest on her hips. “I think you know,” he murmured against her skin, his voice sending a thrill through her. “I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel every day, darlin’. Tonight, it’s all about you.”

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat, her body responding to his words and the way his hands seemed to ignite every nerve he touched. She let herself sink into the moment, her fingers threading through his damp hair as she pulled him closer, their lips meeting in a kiss that was slow and deep, filled with all the unspoken promises of the night ahead.

Beau’s hands roamed over her body, savoring every curve, every soft sigh that escaped her lips. He took his time, wanting to prolong the anticipation, to show her just how much he appreciated and adored her. The storm outside had all but faded into the background, leaving nothing but the sound of their breathing and the steady beat of their hearts.

She smiled, a little breathless, and whispered, “I think I like the sound of that.”

Beau grinned, his hands sliding back down to her thighs, holding her securely on his lap as he leaned in for another kiss. “Good,” he murmured against her lips. “Because I plan on spoiling you all night, sweetheart.”

Beau’s hands moved with a slow, deliberate tenderness as he slid Y/N’s top up over her head, letting the soft fabric fall to the floor. He paused for a moment, taking in the sight of her, her bare skin glowing softly in the candlelight, her breasts exposed to his gaze. His breath hitched, desire flaring as he admired her, but it was more than that—it was the deep love and affection he felt for her, the way she trusted him completely, that made this moment all the more intimate.

He leaned in, pressing a series of soft kisses along her neck, his lips trailing a warm path down to her collarbone. Y/N sighed, her hands tightening slightly on his shoulders as he continued downward, his mouth hovering just above her breast. He could feel her heartbeat quicken against his lips, the anticipation making her tremble slightly in his arms.

When his mouth finally found her nipple, he was gentle, letting his lips close around it as his tongue flicked out to tease. Y/N gasped softly, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. Beau responded to her reaction, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak, alternating between gentle licks and firmer strokes.

His other hand wasn’t idle, moving to her other breast, kneading the soft flesh with a mixture of firmness and care. His fingers grazed her nipple, tugging and rolling it gently between his thumb and forefinger, matching the rhythm of his tongue.

Y/N’s breath came in short, shallow bursts, her body arching slightly into his touch. Every movement of his mouth, every caress of his hand was driving her wild, the pleasure building in a slow, deliberate wave that threatened to overwhelm her. She could feel the heat pooling low in her belly, spreading out through her limbs, making her feel weightless and grounded all at once.

Beau could sense her growing need, her body’s responses urging him on. He pulled back for a moment, just enough to look up at her, his green eyes darkened with desire. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice rough with emotion.

Y/N’s heart swelled at his words, her hands threading through his hair as she pulled him back down, needing to feel his mouth on her again. Beau obliged, his lips closing around her nipple once more, sucking gently before releasing it with a soft, wet sound. His hand continued to knead and caress, his thumb brushing over her other nipple in slow, teasing circles that had her squirming on his lap.

Beau’s name escaped Y/N’s lips in a breathy moan, her body trembling in his embrace as he continued his slow, teasing ministrations. The way she responded to him, the way her body arched and squirmed on his lap, sent a surge of desire coursing through him. He could feel her hips grinding against him, the friction sending sparks of heat through his already hardening length.

She was driving him wild, but he loved every second of it—the trust she placed in him, the way she let herself go completely in his arms. His hand slid down to cup her ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he lifted her effortlessly off the couch. Y/N wrapped her legs around his waist instinctively, holding on as he carried her across the room, their bodies pressed intimately close.

Beau moved with purpose, his green eyes dark with a mix of lust and affection as he placed her gently on the kitchen counter. The cool surface against her skin was a stark contrast to the heat between them, but it only heightened the intensity of the moment.

As he stood between her thighs, his hands roamed over her body, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her shorts. With a slow, deliberate tug, he began to slide them down, his eyes never leaving hers. When he noticed she wasn’t wearing any panties, a low, appreciative hum escaped his throat, a wicked smile tugging at his lips. “No panties?” he murmured, his voice rough with desire as his thumb brushed teasingly against her bare skin.

Y/N’s breath hitched, her eyes locking onto his as she bit her lower lip. The way he looked at her, the way his voice seemed to vibrate with need, sent a shiver down her spine. “Didn’t think I’d need them,” she whispered, a playful smile curving her lips as she watched his reaction.

Beau’s eyes darkened further, his desire for her growing even stronger. “You really do know how to drive a man crazy, don’t you?” he growled softly, his fingers continuing their exploration, sliding between her folds to find her already slick with arousal.

Y/N gasped, her head falling back as he touched her, her body responding instantly to his skilled fingers. “Beau…” she breathed, her voice trembling with need. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her neck as his fingers began to move in slow, deliberate strokes.

With a steady, gentle pressure, he began to circle her clit, his thumb occasionally brushing over it as his fingers explored further, dipping into her wet heat. Y/N’s hips bucked involuntarily, her body aching for more, but Beau was in no rush. He wanted to savour every second, to watch the way her body responded to his touch, to hear the way she moaned his name.

When he finally slipped a finger inside her, her body arched off the counter, a sharp cry escaping her lips as she felt herself tighten around him. He added a second finger, curling them just right to hit that perfect spot inside her, his thumb never losing its rhythm against her clit.

Her hands gripped the edge of the counter, knuckles white as she struggled to hold on, every nerve in her body alive with sensation. Beau’s lips continued to graze her skin, his breath hot against her neck as he whispered sweet, dirty words that only made her need for him grow.

Y/N was lost in the overwhelming pleasure, her body trembling as he worked her closer and closer to release. The only thing grounding her was the feel of Beau—his hands, his mouth, his voice—everything about him wrapping her in a cocoon of love and desire.

And when she finally shattered in his arms, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. Beau grinned playfully, his green eyes glinting with a mix of mischief and desire as he licked his fingers, savoring the taste of her. “Best appetizer I’ve ever had,” he teased, his voice low and rough with satisfaction. The playful remark made Y/N’s cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and excitement, her heart pounding in her chest as she watched him with wide, eager eyes.

As Beau shifted, lowering himself to his knees in front of her, Y/N’s gaze drifted down and she couldn’t help but notice that his pants had slipped off, pooling around his knees on the floor. The sight of him, completely bare and kneeling between her legs, sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through her.

Her breath hitched, anticipation building as he leaned in closer, his strong hands gripping her thighs to hold her in place. His lips brushed over her inner thighs, soft and teasing, sending sparks of pleasure through her already sensitive body. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire, before he dipped his head lower, his mouth finding her most intimate spot.

The first touch of his tongue against her sent a jolt of pleasure straight through her, her hands instinctively reaching out to grip his shoulders for support. Beau took his time, exploring her with slow, deliberate licks, his tongue swirling and flicking against her in a rhythm that had her gasping for breath.

He didn’t rush, savoring every reaction she gave him, his mouth working her over with a practiced skill that only heightened her pleasure. His fingers dug into her thighs, holding her steady as he delved deeper, his tongue moving in slow, sensual circles that left her trembling.

Y/N’s head fell back, her fingers tangling in his hair as she lost herself in the overwhelming sensation of his mouth on her. Every nerve in her body seemed to be on fire, every stroke of his tongue pushing her closer to the edge. The intensity of it all was almost too much, and yet she craved more, her hips rocking against him as she chased the release she knew was just within reach.

Beau hummed against her, the vibration sending a shock of pleasure through her that made her cry out his name. He loved the way she responded to him, the way her body moved with his, every gasp and moan urging him on. He could feel her getting closer, her thighs trembling as she tightened her grip on his shoulders, her breathing coming in ragged gasps.

He focused his attention on her clit, sucking gently before flicking his tongue over it in quick, teasing strokes. Y/N’s body tensed, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak as she teetered on the edge of orgasm. With one final, skilled movement of his tongue, he sent her over the edge, her body convulsing as she came hard against his mouth.

Beau held her through it, his hands steady on her hips as she rode out the waves of her orgasm, her cries echoing in the kitchen. He didn’t stop until she was completely spent, her body slumping against the counter as she struggled to catch her breath.

Beau trailed soft kisses along Y/N’s inner thigh, the anticipation between them thickening the air. He paused, his lips brushing the sensitive skin as he looked up at her, a playful smile tugging at his mouth. “Ready for dessert?” he asked, his voice a low, seductive rumble.

Y/N’s eyes, heavy with desire, gave him the only answer he needed, but she still let out a breathy, “Yes,” her voice trembling with need.

Beau’s hands slid up her thighs, his intentions clear as he positioned himself between her legs, ready to push into her. The heat of the moment was electric, and he could feel the tension between them as they both ached to close the distance. But just as he was about to claim her, Y/N’s hand pressed gently against his chest, stopping him.

“Maybe not here?” she asked softly, her voice laced with both desire and a hint of shyness.

Beau’s brow furrowed for a moment, his mind clouded with the urgency of the moment, but her request quickly registered. He gave her a reassuring smile, understanding in his eyes. “Emily won’t be home until tomorrow,” he reminded her, his voice gentle, but Y/N insisted, a soft determination in her expression.

“The bedroom,” she whispered, her eyes pleading.

He could see how much it meant to her, so he didn’t argue. Instead, he scooped her up in his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist as he carried her with ease to their bedroom. The dim light in the room cast soft shadows over the bed, the atmosphere more intimate, more personal. This was their space, their sanctuary, and he understood why she wanted to be there.

Beau laid her down gently on the bed, his hands lingering on her skin as he positioned himself over her. The look in her eyes, the way she gazed up at him with such trust and love, made his heart swell. He grasped both of her wrists with one strong hand, raising her arms above her head, holding them there with a firm but gentle grip. The slight restraint sent a thrill through Y/N, her breath hitching as she looked up at him, completely at his mercy.

With his free hand, Beau caressed her body, his fingers trailing down her sides, over the curve of her hip, until they reached the warmth between her thighs. He could feel how wet she was, how ready, and it only fuelled his desire to make this moment as perfect as possible.

He positioned himself at her entrance, teasing her for a moment before he finally pushed into her. The sensation of sliding into her so easily, feeling her warmth envelop him, made them both moan in unison. Y/N’s body arched into his, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper.

Beau’s movements were slow at first, savoring the feel of her around him, the way her body responded to his every touch, his every thrust. He watched her closely, the way her lips parted in pleasure, the way her eyes fluttered shut as he moved inside her. It was intoxicating, the connection they shared in that moment, more than just physical—it was emotional, spiritual, a complete surrender to each other.

With every thrust, Beau held her hands firmly above her head, his grip never faltering as he picked up the pace, his hips moving in a rhythm that drove them both closer to the edge. Y/N’s moans grew louder, her body writhing beneath him as he pushed her higher and higher, each movement sending waves of pleasure crashing through her.

Beau leaned down, his mouth capturing hers in a deep, passionate kiss as he continued to drive into her, the intensity of their connection making everything else fade away. It was just the two of them, lost in each other, their bodies and souls completely entwined.

As he felt her tighten around him, her body trembling with the onset of her climax, Beau’s movements became more urgent, his own release nearing. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his breath hot against her skin as let go of her wrists, her nails scratching his shoulders, needing him even closer that this.

He thrust into her few last times, before sending them both over the edge. Y/N cried out his name, her body convulsing beneath him as she came hard, the sensation of her pulsing around him triggering his own release. Beau groaned deeply, his hips bucking as he spilled into her, the intensity of their shared pleasure leaving them both breathless.

For a long moment, they stayed like that, bodies pressed together, hearts racing in unison. Beau slowly moved of her. His hand moved over her stomach as he looked at her. He kissed her softly, his lips lingering on hers as he whispered,

“Listen... the storm is over.”

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