#lifting her index finger up a little makes her so SASSY

[justporo]

Astarion doesn't know how to cook, but wants to make Tav a romantic dinner. He enlists the help of Gale and regrets it near instantly. Do with this what you like :3

My dear mushy, this is a wonderful prompt, so thank you so much for that. (I loved that it had me write another one of the companions!)

It is in fact so wonderful that it will turn into a short little two-part thingy (because it makes sense in my head and also I can split up the parts, so I can go to bed now, hihi)

So, have: Gale and Astarion pissing each other off in this part and find out if Tav actually does get her romantic dinner in the second part of:

A Night of... Shattered Glass and the Smell of Burning?

“Dinner? Oh Astarion, all these months on the road and all this time since we’ve come to Baldur’s Gate. And you only ask me now?”

“Not with you, you idiot, with Tav!”

Astarion was standing in the wizard’s study – in the place Gale had obtained after your joint adventure to stay a while longer in the city. The wizard was sitting behind his massive desk, Tara on his lap who purred excessively because of all the head scratches she received. And in front of the desk stood Astarion, arms crossed over his chest and an displeased expression on his face. His body was halfway turned towards the door as if he wanted to be ready to leave the room and this place – forever – whenever the need arose.

Gale grinned at the vampire’s uneasiness but didn’t say anything to soothe his former companion – he was relishing the moment way too much for that. So he opted to just stare at the elf and make him suffer a little while longer.

Astarion sighed in defeat and pinched the bridge of his nose with thumb and index finger before he let them stretch out, pressing into his closed eyes. “Gale, don’t make me regret I’ve come here, please”, Astarion pressed out from behind gritted teeth.

Tara stretched out on Gale’s lap, yawned deeply and jumped off her owner’s lap to saunter around the desk. Gale let her, keeping his gaze on the vampire: “No really, you have to give me at least this one moment in return, Astarion, just one teeny tiny moment of you coming to me for help. You’ve actually grown so much over just such a short span…”

Astarion zoned out while the wizard rambled on trying to have his superior moment of being sarcastic and sassy – Gods, it had been a horrible idea to come here. He felt the wizard’s cat stroke around his legs then, rubbing her head against his shins and looking up at him expectantly.

So, he bowed down to lift her up and started to pet her to which Tara responded with arching her back into the vampire’s careful touch and starting to purr loudly. At that a smile crept onto Astarion’s face. He’d always liked cats – fierce and beautiful creatures.

“…and I feel so honoured that you would ask me out of all people, Astarion – really!”, ended the wizard his sarcastic speech and was finally silent. Astarion rolled his eyes: “Now go and write it all into your journal and draw pink glittery hearts around it while kicking your little feet. Are you done now?” Gale lifted one finger and narrowed his eyes with raised eyebrows: “Allow me one more question.” Astarion groaned. “Does Tav know?”, the wizard asked.

“No”, hissed the vampire in response and stared angrily at Gale “and if you’re going to tell her, I am going to rip your godsdamned throat out.” Gale reacted with lifting his hands defensively: “Alright okay, I’m done. Your secret’s safe with me.”

Some of the tension left Astarion’s body. “So will you help me or not?”, he asked while focusing on the cat in his arms instead of the person he was asking something off – openly committing to wanting help, talking about a weakness – and may it be something as inconsequential as this – was not something he had learned awfully well to accept; perhaps he never really would.

Gale’s gaze softened a little and he stood up from behind the desk to walk around it and leaning against it in a relaxed pose. He crossed his arms over his chest: “So… come again, what exactly is it exactly that you’re planning?”

Finally, Astarion lifted his gaze to look at the wizard. His eyes was full of suspicion after Gale had at first opted to tease him about a genuine demand. And it had already cost him an enormous amount of pride to swallow to actually come over and voice his request for help. The wizard sighed: “Okay listen, I’m sorry, I was a dick about this – it’s just… I wouldn’t have expected this from you, is all…”

Astarion didn’t say anything in response, his reluctancy had not yet left him. And so an awkward kind of silence stretched between the two men – unable or unwilling to be more open and sincere; at least for the time being.

“Listen”, Gale started again “I’ll help you, I promise. But you have to tell me what you want to do or else I don’t know how.”

Astarion looked down again at the purring cat in his arms. After a few heartbeats he sighed and said: “In a few weeks, it will be six months since… Tav and I are official. And I thought after all the peril she, I mean we all, but she especially has been put through and after everything she’s done for me…” The vampire’s words trailed off and he threw Gale a glance. There were no more words needed in this instance, Gale had been there beside him and Tav when they had walked into Cazador Szarr’s lair.

The wizard felt his throat close up at the memory – as much in dread, as he remembered, as in compassion for his… friend.

“So”, Gale coughed and readjusted his position against his giant wooden desk, before he went on in a more animated manner, “you thought a nice romantic dinner would be a nice opportunity to show her a little bit of your gratefulness and also celebrate your love.” “I see we are finally on the same page, my wizard partner in crime”, Astarion replied then cheerfully – thankful for the change in mood.

“And the problem is that it’s been a while, naturally, since you had the pleasure in the kitchen”, Gale went on. Astarion cleared his throat: “To be honest, even before… let’s just say food had just always come on a plate.”

“Hah, and now it always comes from a neck, right?”, Gale tried to crack a joke and failed miserably. The vampire looked ready to leave once more: “Please leave the jokes to me, Gale. Else I’m leaving – and taking the cat.”

Gale let his head fall back until he was facing the ceiling. “This won’t be easy”, he whispered under his breath. Then he lifted his hands as he let himself look at the vampire once more that had started cooing at Tara in his arms – making little kissy faces at the cat that was stretching out one of his paws as if in a gentle caress of the elf’s face.

“Let’s just get to the point. What did you have in mind then?”, said the wizard and made a few steps towards Astarion how was now stroking Tara’s face with a single finger as if she was a baby. Only when Gale was almost in front of him did he notice that the wizard had asked him another question.

The vampire gave another sigh and then shortly bent down to set down the animal which protested softly but then just kept stroking around his legs. “I thought you could teach me some stuff. Show me to make some dishes so I can prepare the dinner for Tav myself…” “Yes okay, but what does she like – I mean, back on the road we all made do with what we could get our hands on, but if you want to surprise her with something shouldn’t it be something to impress her?”, Gale interrupted, immediately getting into planning mode. His head was already turning on how to get organised and starting. “Well, Gale, from what I’ve heard the last time you wanted to impress a woman it didn’t go all too well, didn’t it? Maybe tone it down a little”, the vampire bit out. But a sparkle had entered his red eyes, nonetheless, at the thought of actually pulling this surprise off.

Gale though was back at looking at the ceiling, cursing whatever had put this flatulated vampire in his path. “Alright”, Gale sighed, “first thing we have to settle is that we can’t go for each other’s throats all the time – VERBALLY, verbally”, he exclaimed with raised eyebrows and pointed a finger at Astarion when the vampire had started smirking at him in a kind of way.

“I didn’t start – at least this time”, the vampire shot back. “Astarion”, Gale drawled annoyedly in a tone that might’ve been used many a time towards his cat – which did actually look up at her owner and cocked her head at him.

“Fine”, Astarion agreed in the same tone. “So, let’s figure out the desired menu first, shall we?”, Gale said to put them back on track. “What’s Tav’s favourite food, what dishes does she like – sweet, savoury?”

Do that Astarion put a hand to his chin and started to think. His brows furrowed and his gaze was suddenly miles away: “Her favourite thing are strawberries by far, but that does only work for dessert. Maybe with something chocolate-y, she really does have a knack for sweet stuff.” At that point Gale opened his mouth to crack another joke but shut it immediately when he realised how genuine Astarion had become all of a sudden.”

“She likes hearty foods – nothing needlessly complicated or pretentious. And she always goes on about how she’d love to have more fish but that it’s so complicated to prepare sometimes, hmm.” Astarion was still lost in his thoughts and kept rambling on about every last detail he could remember about what might work and what they had to avoid.

Gale’s face split into a huge, warm grin, bewildered by Astarion and how much he knew about these small little details about his soulmate and how much genuine care and love shone in his eyes as he kept talking about her.

Gale put out his hand to lay on Astarion’s shoulder who was still somewhere else, still talking. At the light gesture the elf flinched and shock filled his eyes for a short moment before he realised is was only the wizard. “Second rule, don’t just touch me”, he hissed at the man who was still smiling warmly at his friend behaving like a feral street cat.

“Agreed. Let’s just get to work, Astarion. I’ll make a chef out of you in no time. Let’s go.” And with these final words Gale went off towards his kitchen.

Astarion expressed his doubts in the wizard’s self-impression but followed closely behind.

[missamyrisa2]

Don't Tease the Mirrors

The sign upon the dressing room's wall was simple and emblazoned in red, looking like a standard warning though it said something completely ridiculous. Alex smirked and waved to the floor-to-ceiling length mirrors. "Hey mirror, why the long face? Aahahaha" He chuckled and started hanging his selections on the rack, shaking his head at such nonsense. Outside the door, the store was bustling with activity as closing time was quickly approaching. His half-ponytail full of soft blondish hair bobbing, Alex stripped down to his shiny blue briefs and filled the mirrors with his slender figure.

Not far away, an indicator light in the control room began warming to life. "We've got a live one~!" A voice chimed as a plush set of lips curled in excitement. The feeds focused in on Alex pulling on a snug fitting pair of black jeans, and pulling an equally snug matching zip-up shirt over his body. Putting his glasses back on, Alex struck a pose, flexing an arm over his head and showing off his trim shape.

The control room light hummed and grew deeper in shade. Alex unknowingly goaded fate further, thinking the sign a silly joke as he put one leg out in a sassy expression while stretching to make the shirt crop and show a line of taut tummy. And that was it; a siren blared over the store music and footfalls were heard outside. Alex looked about thinking it was a shoplifter, hearing a twinkly feminine voice call out "We've got a boy!!!"

Before he could register the activity, the shiny metal pole previously unnoticed above the changing area trembled and produced a pair of rubber cuffs which snatched Alex's wrists and held him snug, almost in the same position he had been making moments ago. His belly was exposed as the shirt was lifted and his legs ever so slightly pulled from the ground.

The door creaked open and Alex struggled in his standing position to twist around. "Hey what the hell is this?!" His voice cracked and squeaked through trying to find a gruff tone. The person arriving made a tsk tsk tsk sound as they shut the door, deactivating the siren. "Let me go!!" Alex again tried to demand and squealed madly trying to pull away as through the many reflected angles in the mirrors he could see two sets of fingers with shiny red nails approaching, and wiggling in an unmistakable scrunching cadence.

"N-no! Keeep away!! Let me go let me go!!!" He frantically tried to run but found no locomotion as the restraints kept him helpless. "Heeeeelppp no no nooahhhh!!" His cries for assistance lost into a squeaking stifled giggle as the fingers landed on the strip of exposed tummy and caressed along, feeling every twitch of his muscles against their tips. The curvy feminine shape of the young woman arriving came into view though the many reflective angles, her fashionable look of a dark floral top over blue jeans made her look as a customer and not a figure of authority. She ignored his pleas and continued, her nails gliding over his skin thoughtfully probing around for the big twitches.

"NNnnh!! Stop that right now!!! Unnh let me down eeeep who are you anyway I need a manager who is an authority figure here!!" He babbled trying to mask his sounds of reaction as she moved about, tracing his waistline, ever so lightly letting a nail dip to his slightly exposed hip to set off a dramatic wiggle and struggle. She made little amused oooh and ahhh and admonishing tsk and ah ah ah sounds as he fought and tried endlessly to pull free or run away.

His face exploding in pinkened blush, his belly starting to sprout matching blush drops, Alex finally whined out. "This-thiss isn't faiiiiir!!"

"Silly silly boyyyy~" She finally remarked, her nail thoughtfully circling round and round his navel as his belly bounced and twitched and he tried desperately to hold back his gasping giggles. "Y'know, life's not fair. Sometimes ya get teased~!" She sang as she hugged against him and her index nail dipped into his button, lightly scratching at the knot. Alex squealed in her hold, bursting with giggles while she poked her nail in and out of his bellybutton while her other hand took advantage and slipped up under the shirt to begin trailing his ribs.

"Pleaseee someone haaaaallpp!!" He cried out hoping all this commotion would raise an alarm. Indeed, outside the sounds were heard, as the store staff exchanged knowing smiles when they walked by, setting up a sign to indicate this room was closed. Elsewhere, security kicked back and enjoyed the show watching as their team member reduced this class-A tease to a whining mess.

"Besides..." She continued, moving her nails down letting him see in the mirror her flashing the index and middle finger wiggling before dipping them into the hip dips of his pants. "Youuuu broke the ruuuuless~" She sang out, poking her fingers into the small opening.

"That? That's not a real rule what are you doing heyyy whaiaiatt stop stop stop!! Don't do that don't go in there!! Nnnnhh nonoonoo!!"

His wide hips and the fit of the pants created such a dip to where two fingers could slide in easily, and as she assessed earlier, his hips were outrageously sensitive. Alex's screaming giggles filled the room as he was forced to watch himself fall apart in the mirror against this girl, writhing and wriggling madly, face and neck blushed to the max through his ticklish giggles and laughs.

Retracting her nails, she hugged him with a contended sigh. "Oh it's a very real rule darling. And you so cutely yet flagrantly broke it. If you tease the mirrors, you get teased right back~" She explained, tracing the curvatures of his shirt up his chest and inner arms. He squealed and whined at her touches trying to twist away but he was going absolutely nowhere. And the moment the reality of the situation sank in, she began wiggling her nails once more.

"No---noo nonoo!! No more!!"

"Coochie coochie coochie~~~"

"Please don't please don't!! Keeep away you crazy girl!!"

"Coocoochie cooochie cooochie~"

"Shut uppp!! Don't tiiiiickle don't tickleee!!"

His begging falling on deaf ears as her nails plunged into his hips on each side, stroking and scratching with those two pairs of fingers. He frantically tried to pull away to bounce her attack out but she couldn't be deterred.

"Whyyy do you even have nails they're not practical you can't work the computer with those go get them outtttt get out of my pannnntssss this isn't faiir I didn't break the rule I don't teasseeee!"

Alex babbled and tried to argue his way out when his struggles didn't work. She merrily dipped her nails in and out digging down to the hips and dips as she hummed and held him to her form.

"Oh yes you do. You're such a tease. You were a tease the moment you walked in here ~ and cute boys who are teases get tickled."

She explained as she held her nails together and circled his outer belly before letting him struggle only to pull him right back by his sides and start lovingly squeezing them to wrest all those desperate giggles out.

"Coochie coo laughing boy~"

"OH shshhshsuuttt upppp!!!" He growled back, his body tingling and overloaded with her touch, shoes tapping the ground as he frantically did everything he could to try and escape this bullying.

"Growling won't do you any good, tiger. You're stuck in here with meeee ~ and we're gonna tease alll that naughtiness out of you oh yes we are, yes we are!" She took a matronly tone on her response now, which made him furiously blush further, particularly as he guessed she was at least five years younger than he, and was quickly reducing him down to a helpless state with nothing but these tickling and teasing touches.

And then it grew oh so much worse as her nails walked around his midsection searching for a hot spot. His body tensed as he tried to fight it off, dreading where she would go next. "Mmmhhh stopppp those damn nailssss! You're driving me crazyyyy!" He whimpered out as she probed and tested. One hand split off and slipped under the shirt capturing one of his royal boy chest buttons with a distracting teasing stroke as the other followed the twitches to land on a particular electric spot.

"Stopppp those nailssss!!! Let's go on a date i'll buy you everything at the food court you're hot you're good you're unnhhh!" He pleaded and begged trying to pull away as she landed on a most dreaded spot, the little almost flat bump at the top of his navel rim. His lips quivered and he gasped, her nails undeterred as they explored this new development and continued taunting at his nipples with loving tweaks and tickles.

Releasing him to gasp and giggle and pant, stepped around finally and flashed him a knowing smirk as she raised her single index finger. Alex shook his head and whimpered, murmuring pleasee please pleaseee no as she began wiggling that finger in a come-hither motion. He pulled as hard as he could manage away from her but the finger kept coming. "Tickle, tickle tiiiickle~ tiiickle tickle!" She teased and put her hand on a hip, taunting him to laugh out as she moved the finger closer and closer to that spot.

"Noononoo keep awayyyy I hate youuu ghhaahahad noooo don't do ittt don't do ittt pleeeease please nooo fuckkkk youuu!!" He lost all composure as her wiggling nail landed on the knot and began stroking mercilessly. No matter how he pulled or twisted or struggled she followed, that come hither tickle never stopping and her other hand bracing his trembling form to make sure he felt each and every tickle on his naughty tummy.

"Ah, ah, ah. You can't escape this, precious." She smiled brightly and continued reducing him to a blubbering whimpering mess with a single finger tickle, his tummy flexing and so pink from all the attention. "Who's a ticklish boy then?"

"Ghhhhhnnnhhh stoppppp stop ittttt!! No mooooreee no moreee! I won't tease againnn!"

"Yes you will." She returned matter of factly, still working the spot while idly trailing her other and down to the growing reaction in his tight pants. "You are a naughty tease. And you are ticklish."

"No I'm notttt!!!"

"Yes you are, you are very ticklish." She flashed a lustful intent as she began lightly wiggling her nails over the bulge in his pants, teasing at that strained material with his swollen princely part beneath.

"IIII unnghhh ooooonooo nott theree pleeeaseeee noooo!"

"Yes. Uh-huh! Right there! Naughty naughty. You naughty thing. You think I didn't notice? You know what naughty naughty sexy ticklish boys like you get?"

"Uh uhhhhhhh~~" he whimpered and shook his head, weak and tickled and taunted and yet wanting her attention so badly.

She simply smirked and began wiggling over his royal part with her nails, giving elegant light touches to tease him along while she began carefully opening his pants.

"Oooh gooodddd nooonononooo don'tttt~!"

"Oh gosh yessss mmhmmm~" She taunted back, tugging his bottoms down to reveal his strained shiny blue briefs.

"Tsk tsk tsk. So naughty. Getting all worked up all hard? It's just tickles~" She mused, leaning in to begin caressing over the fabric, making him howl with wanting giggling moans.

"Unnnhh!! pleasee pleeeeaseee!!"

"Please what? Please what? Please what?" She asked and prodded as he pleaded, her knowing smirk as he begged for nothing in particular, caught between wanting it to stop and desperately wanting nothing more than her.

And as he rose in his sounds and nearly lost control, her fingers moved back and she raised her eyebrows tauntingly, stopping all contact and making him suffer the edge. Understanding flashed in his face as he began growling and snarling pulling madly.

"Nnnghhh!!! You can't do that to meeeeee!! Fuckinggg fuckkk finish meeee you stupid girl ghhhaaaa!!"

"Temper, temper! Such a mouth on you. Silly boyyyyy~" She smiled so sweetly and batted her eyelashes, pursing her lips as she watched in delight his princely part want and wane, his body trembling, lips quivering at the tingles spreading all around. He thrust at the air, tried everything to get back up over the edge, whimpering out as he had to watch in the mirrors his body made to take it all.

When Alex's tease was subsiding off the edge she rose up and strolled around, extending her arms to show him her wiggling nails as if she were a tickle machine. "Cooochie coochie laughing boyyy~"

"Ghhhh don't tickle don't tickle meee!! ghhhrrrrrr I"lll kill youuuu for thissss nnghhh!!!"

She taunted as the tickles started up once more. Her nails wasted no time on this round, digging in and spreading all over his belly, down his hips, tracing his navel and strumming the knot, slipping up to get his ribs and nipples ~ she went on a tour of his upper body and even moved down to squeeze at his thighs and tickle at his tush, bullying him so thoroughly after the edging. Her snickers replaced her commentary as she simply enjoyed his growling laughs.

"Naughty naughty boyyy ~"

"F-ffuckn youuuuuu unnghhhh no more ticklesss~ I'm gonna tease every mirror now to spite you! I'll break a mirror over your head I'll put you in your place you crazy girll!"

"Naughty naughtyyy" She remarked again, ignoring his attempts to scare as she began tracing his length through the fabric. Instantly he became more compliant, whimpering whining replacing his growls.

"There we go. Such a sweet boyyyy. You're so cute and sexy like this. You want it baddd huhh? You want my nails on your cute pantiesss?"

He growled a grunt trying to defy but quickly lost it as her caressing touch traced his tip through the soft material.

"What was that? Huhhh?" She smiled knowingly and slowly crawled a finger up to his bellybutton.

"Hmm. Tickles. Or edgies." She wondered aloud, lightly touching his navel, lightly touching his length. He mewled desperately for her.

"Tiiickles? Orrr. Edgiessss?" She questioned, alternating her wiggling touches on his teased wanting body. He bit a lip and finally screamed out.

"Unnghhhh!!!! tickle meeee!" He pleaded as she was already on her way, dancing her nails on his waist and hips.

"Nnnnhhnnoooo edge meeee!!" She responded and caressed his growing again length, making him moan out.

"Unnnnhnnononoo stoppp!!!" She again went back to tickles, and then began her own pattern, nails skipping up and down, tickling mercilessly then stroking slowly, then digging into his hips, then back to caress sensually.

"All right, I think that's quite enough." The door was open and in the mirror Alex caught a glimpse and sound of chunky high heeled boots coming in. The sound made him quiver as the store manager came into view. Her oversized glasses covered curious eyes, her tailor-fit blazer hugging her curves over a belted black dress.

"Please ladyyy you have to get me outta here this crazy girl is crazy shes-"

"Now, then. You are a teasing boy and you broke our rules. Do we feel you've been rehabilitated?"

"Nnnh whattt? What the hell are you babbling about get me outta here I Didn't tease I'm not a tease! This is crazyyy!!"

She put her pen to his frantic lips and inspected his trembling pinkened body. Her tool traced around and set off giggling squeaking.

"Unnhhh~~" Recollection of the tickles and teases made his body shiver and shock. She stopped, seeing the reaction in his undies.

"Ahh. Yes. Very naughty, very naughty indeed. Now, I want you to think about your teasing young man."

Alex's body allowed him a moment of relief, thinking her train of thought was one that would take him out of this situation.

The boss started to leave and turned on one heel, a hand pushing back her blazer to rest on her waist. "And I want you to tell my friend here everything you know about your teasing~"

"Nnnn!~ noo waiiit waiit ladyyyy!! Pleaseee come backk nonono! Please!! Don't leave me in here!!"

The door shut gently behind the boss lady as nails began wriggling again in the mirrors, as did Alex's body. His teaser smiled wide and approached with lustful intent. And his giggling moaning screaming sounds emanated out from the changing room, her "now now now" taunting heard gently as the store's showfloor lights dimmed and the gates went down, the last of the customers leaving for the night.

[anemia-rp]

“I’ll be sure to remember that.” She said with a small laugh. “Yeah, Chammy can be quite the sassy little brat. Hey both work, bats are basically kitties with wings… at least that’s how I look at them. Well that’s good to know.” She truly didn’t think he would hurt her, at least not as long as she didn’t do anything that would have made her deserve it. “Yeah, you think so?” She smiled but quickly went back to make similar expressions as before. “Thank you! I always get called cute, and as much as I like that it’s nice to hear that I can be bad ass too! Really? You think fangs would good one me? I’ve only ever used the dress up ones for Halloween.”

"Kitties with wings", he repeated, pondering and smiling then. "I'm a wing kittie then. Yeah, guess I can live with that. And who knows, could be 'sassy little brat' describes me as well. Sometimes. In some people's eyes." He snorted amusedly and nodded. "Yeah, I mean, you're still cute, but this way you show you aren't ready to put up with anyone's shit. You've ever done some self-defense training? Anyway, it already does much when you speak with a loud voice." He looked at the pictures on his phone. "Fangs are the best. But you gotta consider people being startled by your smile then." He showed his own ones, his index finger lifting his upper lip. "And ask questions."

[steakbatter]

submitted by @fishyartist​

OHHH YOU JUST KO’D ME

[hoodieofholland]

Professor Tom x cheerleader reader ( part 2?)

- the reader goes and takes his exam, she decides to wear her uniform, she gets a good score on the test, and after class Tom gives her a reward

( sexual tension when he sees her in the uniform and then smut after class )

A/n: this was WILD to write, and i luv it. This is loooong, so prepare yourself!

Warnings: smut (+18, dni if you're a minor), oral (f rec), fingering (f rec), protected sex, little praise kink, little sir kink.

"Alright, people, we'll get started as soon as you're ready to take the test", Tom says as he prepares the amount of paper on his desk, flipping through them to make sure everything is set up for the first exam in the semester.

The students are taking their seats, a small crowd whispering and whimpering loudly as they nervously make their own preparation for the most feared day of the year.

Mr. Holland rests his arms, crossed over his chest, as he takes a look to the class before grabbing the papers, his eyes looking for a specific student on their own desire. He didn't want to even think about it, to make it more clear to himself, but he was looking for you. Miss y/n, his most brilliant student, always perfectly on time, was late today. He pondered about taking his time to give the exam, so he could give you a few more minutes to arrive, but he didn't want to be more unprofessional than he was already feeling like.

He sighed in frustration, but before he could start walking around the class to hand out the papers, the door cracked open and you walked in.

Tom's eyes flipped immediately at you, jaw tightening as soon as he looked at the way you were dressed to attend his test.

It wasn't exactly warm outside, but you were wearing your cheerleading outfit now, a tight short yellow skirt, an equally tight gym top and yellow socks that reached your knees, letting your thighs bare. It wasn't warm, yet you chose to wear the outfit that left little to imagination.

Tom's eyes widened, caught out of guard. You were naturally gorgeous, in your very formal and usual clothes, the ones you wore for classes, but right now... right now you were beyond anything he has seen in that classroom.

"Sorry, Mr. Holland", you smiled apologetically. However, there was a hint of a smirk on the corner of your lips, result of the joy you were feeling for your professor's reaction to your entrance. "I got lost on time"

Sure you could make the important test on time, but it wouldn't give you all the attention you wanted as soon as you stepped Mr. Holland's class. It took you the entire night to figure out that was what you wanted since you two changed words in his car, but when you finally chose to give it a try, you decided to wear that same outfit from practice, regard from the sweater you were wearing back then to protect you from the coldness. Now, you left your arms exposed, breasts beautifully hugged by the material of your top and even a small part of your stomach bare, since the skirt only covered to your waist.

Tom knew he should give you an advertence for being late, and he was sure that if it was any of his other students, he would have done it. But Tom also knew he treated you differently, and not only because you were his best student - also because he was attracted to you in many ways.

This is so wrong, he thought to himself, but couldn't help the words that was slipping out of his mouth.

"It's okay, Miss y/l/n. Take a seat, we're about to get started".

You do as you're told, taking the nearest seat to his desk, the one that usually people avoid to not get so close to the professor. The small crowd of girls that were always excited to watch Mr. Holland in his classes and always made sure to seat close to him, now were in the back, too scared of the exam to pay some attention to the hot man.

You were fine with it. After studying a whole night, you were confident you were going to do well.

Mr. Holland handed you the paper and couldn't help but exchange look with you. Your legs felt weak for a moment, staring into those beautiful bright brown eyes, but you regained some composure before concentrate on test again.

***

A week passed since your test, and Professor Holland was set to start his class sharply on time, as always. This time, you didn't wear your cheerleading clothes, but still got a bit more dressed up than necessary for class.

Mr. Holland saw the moment you crossed the door, a small smile covering your lips. He stared at it for good five seconds straight until you took your seat.

"Good morning, everyone!", he said, clearing his throat as he got up from his desk to start his lecture. "I already finished grading your tests, so I'm going to hand it to you with my notes by the end of this class".

You crossed one leg over another, too caught up on your thoughts about your professor to actually care about the class. You knew it was useless to struggle to pain any attention to what he was saying. Though his abilities speaking and explaining were undoubtedly amazing, Tom's charm was distracting itself, and even worse when he spent the whole morning eyeing you every now and then.

You weren't so convicted that there was something really happening there, but you couldn't help the excitement running through your veins each time he gave you a side look, as if he was trying to avoid it.

By the end of the class, you were packing your things, slowly, as you weren't excited at all to go to your next class. Most people did their way out of the classroom, only a few small groups being left. You've already received your test back, being extremely satisfied with your high score, though a lot of your classmates couldn't tell the same.

So when you got up from your seat and walked to the door's direction, you were surprised to hear Mr. Holland's voice.

"Miss y/l/n, can I please have a word with you about your test?"

You blink a few times, suddenly nervous with the subject. A lot of thoughts passed through your mind, asking yourself if maybe he made a mistake and your score wasn't that high after all. Maybe he thought that you cheated on the test, maybe-

"Miss y/l/n?"

Your heartbeat is fast by now, and you watch as the few students leave you behind with Mr. Holland facing you sternly.

You gulp. Damn, you think to yourself, he's going to warn me, I was staring at the man the whole fucking day. He's going to punish me for being such a-

"Yes, Mr. Holland", you walk to his desk, test on your hand, that is slightly shaky. Mr. Holland look at the paper and shows his hand so you could give it to him.

He's wearing his usual clothes - the only type of wearing you've ever seen him in - a black sweater, sometimes with a turtleneck, and some really nice trousers. Mr. Holland was always dressed up in a not very casual set of clothes, but you liked it. It matched his professional and intelligent look.

"What's the matter, Mr. Holland?", you can't help yourself from asking, nervously fidgeting with your fingers. "Is something wrong?"

He looked distracted for a moment, flipping through the papers, as his eyebrows lift an his eyes avert from your writing.

"No, no, Miss y/l/n. There's nothing wrong here", he smiled warmly at you, eyes bright as always.

You sigh in relief, but still don't get the point at why he called you after class. "So..."

"I was just going to congratulate you, for your grades. But I'm also really curious about how you deal with it all", he rests his index finger and thumb over his chin, the trace of his smile still there. "You know, cheerleading at day, brilliant student at night".

You take a few seconds to realise that was the casual tone he used with you in his car, while he drove you home. He was just being friendly, not professionally. He must have liked the talk you both had, and that caught you out of guard.

Because no matter the fact that you dressed up to his test to get his attention, no matter how much confidence you had walking in his class, right now, with his bright brown eyes staring at you, all you could feel was your knees going weak, your mouth slightly dry.

"Well, I got the best professor in the department, so... not so hard", you smile, tugging your hand on the strap of your backpack.

Mr. Holland chuckles and shakes his head, collecting the papers and handing it back to you.

"And how is the TA work going? Are you enjoying it?"

You bite your lip slightly. You wanted to tell the truth, that you were expecting to see him more while doing this, that it was one of the main reasons why you accepted the job, but you wouldn't dare to say it out loud.

"Yeah, it's great. Don't think being a professor is my thing, though, for all that matters. It's a valid experience", you shrug.

Tom shakes his head in agreement, and both of you fall silence, staring at each other. Your eyes slowly avert to his lips, his thin yet tempting lips. It's just a matter of seconds until he speaks again.

"So, you're free to go now. Don't want you to miss your next class", he says as he gets up from his seat to get his belongings together. You look at his hands working, the prominent vein on his arm showing, and gulp.

"Fuck, wish I could be dismissed from that one", you whimper without realising what you're saying. Mr. Holland looks at you with a cocked eyebrow.

"Watch your language, y/n, I'm still your professor", he says in a stern voice, but you can see the joy on his eyes. He's joking.

So you decide to play along.

Bitting your lips, you cross your arms over your chest, a sassy expression on your face.

"Then why are you calling me by my name, Mr. Holland?", you tease innocently, and he turns his head to look at you. Discreetly, his eyes go to your lips, the way your teeth are grazing over it, just like he wished he could do-

"Clever remark". He smirks. "But you've told me to, remember?"

"Right", you bounce back and forth on your feet. "Does it make us friends or something?"

Mr. Holland looks at you with a puzzled face, quite intrigued by your speech and how casual you sound about it.

"Well, that would not be very professional of me", he said, eyes not leaving your figure, slightly narrowed.

"But that's not something that would bother me, Mr. Holland", you smile. "And I'd never judge you anything but strictly professional, if that matters".

His smile widens. "Yeah, it does". Tom puts some papers inside of folders that he brought to the classroom. He paused, staring at the desk as if he was far in his thoughts. "Tell me, Y/N, is it really that weird if we get to like each other? I mean, more than a student gets to like her favorite professor?"

You heart loses a beat, not entirely prepared for the subject to switch so quickly.

"I don't- think so", you say as soon as you find your voice.

Tom's shoulder visibly relax. "Good. Cause I really like spending time with you".

He throws his bag's strap over his shoulder and look at you, who's standing a lot closer now.

"Can I ask you something?", you say, barely in an audible voice. Tom nods.

You can sense everything now - the heat radiating from his body, his not so regular breathing, the way he clench his hand around the strap of his bag as a reaction to your question. It's all just under your nose, waiting for his confirmation that what was going on between the two of you was real.

But maybe you didn't have to ask it. Maybe that's what would end up bringing you two to nothing but a blushing face. So you decide otherwise. You decide to take a step further and ignore the discomfort on your stomach that almost yells you to stop as an instinct. You swallow hard as you walk closer to Mr. Holland. He watches your every move cautiously, eyes travelling from your eyes to your hands and chest, and then your lips.

That's it, you tell yourself, he wants it too.

And as easy as it is for you to realise you had a big fucking crush over your English professor, you can see that he does like you too.

You drop your backpack slowly, his eyes never leaving your face. "If this is messed up, please tell me to stop", your voice is a whisper, but he can hear it, he can hear everything. He can hear your breathe coming harshly from your nose.

He hesitates, but at the end he knew he couldn't fight that anymore. Mr. Holland brings his hand to your waist and the other to cup your cheek. His bag is now on the floor, matching yours. There's a frown between his brows, deep enough to make it clear that he's going through an inner fight.

"That's okay", you say, looking directly into his eyes, a wave of confidence bringing the words freely through your lips. "I want it as much as you do".

Your faces get closer and closer, noses touching one another, and you start to close your eyes, too taken by the feeling of his touch.

"This is wrong", he whispers before swallowing.

You shakes your head negatively, inhaling the air that was filled with his scent. "No... just shut up and kiss me, Tom".

That was what he needed to bring his lips to touch yours vigorously, like he was holding himself much longer than just the couple of minutes the two of you spent together. You sigh as soon as you feel his thin lips hovering yours ever so slightly before clashing then together in a rhythmic slow burning kiss.

His presence was everywhere, his touch on your waist, still burning over the fabric of your shirt. His tongue makes its way to your mouth, finding yours.

The realization of the fact that you were making out with your professor in his classroom hit you hard, turning you on even more. Anyone could walk in and find the two of you in that state, your hands tugging on his curls, messing his once perfectly tidy hair, your lips fighting to feel one another in every way possible and your desperate whimpers every time Tom lowered his head to kiss your neck.

The wet path of his smooth kisses over the sensitive skin shivers in contrast with the cold air.

"Been dreaming 'bout this forever", Tom's accent is even thicker now, with his voice coming out husky. "Since you first talked to me, darling, since you first walked in my class".

You moan, unable to say something more, your hands clenching around the fabric of his sweater.

His face is now on the same level of your again, and when you feel his breathing hitting you, his hands cupping your face, you open your eyes slowly.

"I want you", he says it quietly, word by word in a slow flow, "But I want you to tell me if you want it too. I don't want to pressure you into anything, and I don't want you to think that I do this with my-"

"I do", you cut him off, too desperate to wait. "I want you, Tom"

Hearing you calling him by his name made Tom snap out of his own worried thoughts to concentrate on you and you only. He took your lips on his once more before saying in a quiet hurried whisper.

"Meet me in my office in five minutes. Not more, not less, just be there in five minutes".

His face held a serious expression and you couldn't help but nod quickly before he grabbed his bag, eyes never leaving your face, and walked out of the classroom.

You were left there, still out of breath, checking time up to count the most long five minutes of your entire life.

Thinking straighter, without your professor's mint scent filling up your senses, you couldn't believe that it actually happened. Only God knows how many times you caught yourself daydreaming of this day, of how sometimes you'd get yourself off by the thought of Mr. Holland having his way with you.

You walk out of the classroom and wait at one of the aisle's bench, holding your backpack tightly. The corridor was empty and you were thankful that no one was able to see your excited and nervous expression. By this moment, you wouldn't be able to hide it anymore.

So when your watch hit five minutes, you almost jumped from the bench and walked down the hall, looking for the stairs to the next floor, where you knew Mr. Holland's office was.

It was gladly at the end of the hallway. A very nice wooden board held the description "Prof. Thomas S. Holland", making your knees go weak at the realization that he was right there, waiting for you.

You almost knocked on the door, but thought it was dumb anyways, so you just turned the handle before entering the room.

Tom was standing by his desk, his back facing you. You could see the hard breathing he had by the way his shoulders were moving heavily.

"Please, don't tell you are overthinking it", you say in a low voice, closing the door quietly behind you.

Tom turns his head and smiles sweetly at you. "I'm not", he says.

You don't know what to do by now, so you just stand at the door, holding the strap of your backpack, that's hanging by your hand. Mr. Holland makes his way to you, taking his hand to cup one of your cheek, thumb caressing the skin softly.

"You're so gorgeous", he whispers.

The room is dark, only illuminated by the din light from a lamp on his desk. You can see everything, though, from his slightly moves to the small frown on his face. You flutter your eyes close as he lean into you, lips brushing over yours in a tempting way.

His hands travel to your waist, fingers deepening in your skin, making you whimper against his mouth.

You put your hands around his neck, brining him impossibly closer, and hear him groan.

Tom smashes your lips together, tongues not wasting time to collide in a passionate kiss. Yours fingers lock with his curls, pulling gently as he takes your bottom lip between his teeth.

"Shit", you moan against him, feeling the wet patch on your panties growing even more. Your walls are clenching at the thought of being so close to touch your professor inside his office.

Tom takes you abruptly, supporting your weight as he carries you to his desk, putting you to sit on it.

His hands are quick to undo the first buttons of your shirt. However, before he continues, his eyes search for yours, asking for approval, which you quickly give by shaking your head fervently. "Please", you whimper, squirming under your makeshift seat.

Tom smirks before continuing his work, the tip of his fingers brushing over the sensitive skin between your breasts as he does.

He opens your shirt, revealing the black bra that held your breasts tightly. Lowering his head, Tom lets a trail of wet kisses along the way from the base of your neck to your covered nipples.

"Please, Sir. The more I like this... I don't want foreplay right now".

Tom arcs an eyebrow at you, the pad of his fingers massaging each one of your nipples, pushing the bra's fabric aside.

"You know you don't have to call me sir now, Y/N", he says in a husky voice, a smirk in the corner of his thin lips. His eyes were glistening in pure lust as he saw you opening your legs further to get his body closer to yours. "But you want to, don't you? You like it, calling me sir. You like the thought that your professor is about to fuck you".

You bite your lip to suppress a moan, your core throbbing with desire simply for his words.

He grabs the back of your thighs and squeeze them, pulling your lower half into him. "Who would know that such a good student would be so fucking naughty", his hand goes up your bare thigh, getting closer to where you desired his hands the most.

"Please, Tom. Just- just do something". You beg him, as you watch your skirt going up, revealing your soaked panties.

Tom smiled wickedly, "Thought you wanted it to be sir instead". You're about to give him a wise answer, but then you feel his thumb pressing directly into your clothed clit, and swallow hard the lump that formed in the back of your throat.

"Damn it", you curse, opening your legs even more.

"You're so fucking wet", he states, looking to your center. You put one of your legs over the desk, allowing him to take a better look and to get a better position with his hands. "Bloody beautiful"

Tom kneels down on the floor, looking directly to your center, which made your pussy throb again in expectation. His breathing is so close to your heat that you can feel the shiver running down your spine as he gets closer.

"Is that okay, darling?" He looks into your eyes, asking for permission, and you nod yes firmly. Tom smirks, his lips connecting with your pussy. You release a moan just in right in time his tongue swirl around your entrance, teasing you.

He closes his eyes, feeling the taste of your sweet cunt filling up his senses. As soon as he fucks his tongue into you, you grab his curls, "Shit, Tom, just like that".

He moans inside of you, which made you roll your eyes back, hips bucking to create the even more friction between his tongue and your walls.

You couldn't believe that was actually happening. When most of college guys wouldn't give a shit about your pleasure when you were getting laid, there was your English professor, the most respected man in that department and also the most desired one, going down on you, tasting you like it was his last meal.

Tom puts one finger inside of you, while his tongue lap over your clit. Seeing that you adjusted pretty well, he brought another one. "Tom- I'm close"

You pull his curls tightly, bitting your lips when he hits just the right spot. "Fuck, fuck-"

"Shh, darling, can't make much noise, gonna get us caught", he said in a rushed voice, eager to bring his mouth back to you.

"Sorry, sorry", you said, bringing your free hand to cover your mouth and biting it, as you feel the sensation at the bottom of your belly, your swollen bud of nerves throbbing and showing you were about to come.

It's almost impossible to contain the stuffy sequence of pleasured sounds you released, but you try your hardest while Tom is still stimulating you through your high.

"That's it, I've got you, I've got you..."

You lean against the desk, trying to catch your breath, eyes almost closing shut. If that wasn't the best orgasm from an oral you've ever had, you didn't know which one it was. You could still feel your walls clenching around nothing, holding on into something to keep bring you back from your dizzy state.

"You alright?" Tom asks, a hint of worry on his voice as he smooths your bare legs. "We can stop if you want to-"

"No", you swallow, opening your eyes and shaking your head. "Just gimme a moment. This was- this was fucking fantastic".

Tom looked at you for a couple of minutes, his worried expression giving place to a smug one. He got up from his knees, helping you to take you foot off the desk and straight your posture. You smile at him, caught in the sight on his eyes. It was softer again.

In fact, Tom felt his heart racing inside his chest. He got the most beautiful view right in front of him. He had imagined this scene so many times he couldn't dare to admit, but none of them made justice to the reality, to the expression of pleasure on your face as you came.

"I'm okay", you say, putting your hands on his shoulders, running them down his arms. It was defined, firm and so good to touch, you couldn't wait to take that stupid sweater off. "I want more. I wanna touch you", you drop one of your hand to his crotch, massaging his covered cock, which felt painfully hard. Tom groaned, bitting his lip not softly to cover his sound.

His hands came to your jaw, cupping your face as he leaned to kiss you softly on the lips. "I really would like to feel this pretty mouth around me, darling, but maybe another time, I need to be inside of you right fucking now".

You nod your head eagerly, pulling him closer to a kiss. Your hands were quick to undo his buckle, dropping his trousers to the floor. Teasing his a little, you took a handful of his cock on your hand through his briefs, pleased by the moan he released into your mouth. But that didn't make you take any longer to pull of the material, revealing his length completely.

By the time you saw his lower half naked, with his dick standing hard and red at the tip for you, the pre cum coming out already, you felt your mouth watering, and you knew that if it wasn't for the fact that you wanted to feel him inside you as soon as he wanted it too, you'd get down on your knees just to feel him wrapped around your lips.

Tom pumped his cock a few times, taken by the sight of you staring at him with so much lust on your eyes. He smirked, his cock throbbing on his hand.

"You like it, darling?", he teased, aligning his tip with your clit to rub a few time. His voice came thicker now, "Is it enough for you?"

You lean against his chest, bitting his shoulder to contain a moan, whimpering as you feel your bud aching for more friction. "Yeah, Tom. Please, please, just fuck me already", you cry out.

"Spread your beautiful legs for me then... yeah, just like that. Good girl". He uses his cock to hit your entrance a couple of times, the tip teasing you every then and now. And then he realised. "Shit, I don't have a condom here. Fuck, I completely forgot about-"

"It's alright-", you breath out, trying to speak without letting a whimper scape. "I've got one in my backpack, just- fuck, pick it for me, I think I won't be able to walk if I get out of here right now".

Tom cocks an eyebrow at you in question, and you feel your cheeks burning at his stare. "Do you always carry a condom with you during classes?"

"What? No! I just thought-", you didn't want to admit it out loud but you also didn't want him to think other things. "I just expected this to happen some day, alright? Judge me".

Tom's face turns into a smug expression again, a smirk making his way to his lips as he chuckles lightly. "So you really wanted us to fuck this whole time, eh?"

You roll your eyes and shove his chest slightly. "Oh, fuck you".

He took a grab of your wrists, firmly, holding you in place, licking his lips. "No, I'm gonna fuck you. By the way, you should've told me sooner, I'd be very pleased to make your expectations real". Tom brushed his thumb over your bottom lip, "You have no idea of how long I've been dreaming of this. Always walking in my class, in this office, wearing those tight jeans of yours... that day in my car, all I could think about when I saw you in that fucking clothes was that I wanted to take you right there, in the backseat. My best student, the most gorgeous girl".

As he speaks, you suck his thumb inside of your mouth, licking it like it was something else. He watched you amazed, his cock twitching in excitement. "How can you be real, Miss y/n?"

You smile, lips still wrapped around his finger, before letting it go and dropping a wet kiss before saying, "Get that condom, Mr. Holland, I can't wait much longer"

"Alright", he chuckles, before turning around and looking for your backpack, following your instructions to find the pack. Tom ripped it and wrapped the condom around him with ability, making such an effort to control his eagerness.

He came back to you, pumping his length a bit more again, though he couldn't be any more hard than he already was. "There you go, love".

You have to bite your hand again as soon as you feel his tip entering you. Your pussy stretch at it, and you throw your head back at the small pain and the pleasure. No amount of arousal could prepare you for this. Tom caught your expression and was slow enough to continue, substituting the pain for the pleasure, while rubbing your leg to distract you. "It's okay, I've got you", he whispered, pulling your lower half to sit in a more comfortable position. You breath out, not feeling a bit of pain now, just the greatest sensation of having his cock stretching your walls deliciously. Tom hissed as soon as he got entirely inside of you, trying to not be snapped out by the feeling your snug walls around him.

"Is that okay, love? Are you- fuck, are you fine?", he asked in a husky voice, feeling his throat tightening at the pleasure.

"Yes", you nod fervently, "Yes, please, move...".

Tom didn't waste any time to start moving, slowly at first. The feeling was too good to not lose yourself into it. He put his lips in your ear, whispering and grunting while taking himself out of you completely just to fit it all over again.

You held his body tightly, feeling the intensity of his moves, the precision that his hips held to slam right back into your pussy. But soon enough, both of you needed more than that, and Tom started to take a faster pace.

"Tom... oh, my God, yes", you let out a cry, throwing your head into his shoulder, which made him only move faster.

"Fuck, you so tight", he moaned, grabbing your ass cheeks all at once to bring you closer to the edge of the desk. He slammed harder into you, hitting spots that made your eyes roll.

"Yeah, darling, so good to me, such a fucking good girl letting me fuck you", the sweat on his forehead was beginning to form, but he didn't seem to feel any kind of tiredness, keeping the steady rhythm.

You spread your legs even wider, bending your knees so he could have a better angle. That was enough to make Tom take you in his lap, not daring to get out of you while he carried your body to the opposite side of the room, your back hitting the wall. He was going to fuck you against it.

You whimper, not being able to form any sentence as you felt the knot forming on your belly again. It was all too much, and then you felt the pad of his thumb over your clit.

"You look like you're about to burst, darling", he said, his breath coming in heavy waves as he thrusts his hips into you.

Your boobs were bouncing with the movement of your whole body, between your arms that were firmly holding onto Tom's shoulder to keep you from falling. It was a sight to be seen and Tom could feel his orgasm approaching as well.

"That's 'cause I fucking am-"

"Tom?"

A knock was heard on the door, making your eyes go wide. You bite your lips to refrain any sounds, your face writhing in pleasure as Tom didn't seem to care to stop his thrusts.

He was too focused on your high to stop and decided that he'd ignore whoever was outside, but the person didn't seem to let it go.

"Tom, mate? I'm off now, you still want to go to that pub?", It was Mr. Osterfield, Tom's best mate and one of the most well-known professors in that college. He was right in the other side of the door, and the thought that only a single sound from your lips could get you and professor's Tom caught made you clench around him.

Your lips part involuntarily, and Tom is quick to cover your mouth with his hand to keep you from moaning. He stares into your eyes as a sign to keep quiet, which you agree with one difficult nod.

He clears his throat and his hips loses rhythm, going back to the slow pace again. "Yeah, Haz, I'm grading some essays and will be out in a few. Just wait me in the parking lot".

His control gets you even more wet, the thought that he was fucking you and still talking to Harrison getting you to a blissful state.

"I can help you, if you want", Harrison insisted, which made Tom groan, burying his face into your neck.

"No, Harrison, I'm fine, I'll be there in a minute", he said sternly and the deep in voice made you clench again. Tom had his face writhing in pleasure and pain for not being able to fuck you harder and faster by that moment.

"What is that, man, c'mon-"

"Harrison, for fuck's sake, told you, you can go now!", he shot, his hands tugging on your skin hard, the rhythm of his hips painfully slow.

Mr. Osterfield mumbles something like "Alright, you dick", and you two heard the footsteps going away.

"Oh my fuck, I'm sorry-" Tom breathed out, taking his hand away from your mouth.

"Don't- just move, Tom, I'm begging you", you moan, bringing his chest closer to yours. He bites the skin of your neck and nods before going back to his previous rhythm.

"Goddamn it, you feel so fucking good. I won't last much longer, sweetheart"

"Me neither", you whimper. Tom brings his face back to watch you, smashing your lips together.

His pace is fast, both of your heart blasting inside your chests, chasing your high, before Tom leads this thumb over your clit and brush it so quickly and with so much precision that you can't help but cum at that very moment.

"Tom-", you almost yell, but Tom is quick to cover your mouth once again, this time with his own lips. It doesn't take longer for him to reach his orgasm too, feeling your walls hugging him tightly, begging him to come too. He kept thrusting his hips into you, ridding both of you through your orgasm.

"That's it, my girl... my best girl"

Your breath is coming in heavy pants, chests colliding in each other, the closeness between the two of you making you feel insanely safe and good about what you just did.

Tom has his hair clearly messed, and anyone could tell what he just did with you if just took a look at him. You weren't far from it yourself, skirt all rumpled and lots of red spots on your skin.

Your legs felt weak, and Tom helped you to put your feet back on the ground. He took himself out of you slowly, taking care to not hurt your overstimulated heat.

After discarding the condom and pulling his trousers back, Tom watched as you tried to clear your own mind to collect yourself together.

"Wait", he said before turning to his desk and taking some tissues from a package before walking back to you. "May I?"

You looked up at him, confused at first, and very surprised when you got the hint of what he meant.

"Uh, I can do it myself, no need to worry", you said sheepishly. Tom frowned and shook his head while getting down on his knees to wipe the mess between your inner thighs.

The both of you remained silent, not knowing what to say. You were afraid of his moment, of what it meant from now own and what changed in your relationship. After all, after fucking on his desk and getting to moan his name, he was still your professor.

Tom got up and discarded the tissues on the same bin as the condom. He stared at it a few seconds before saying in his usual playful tone, "Well, I gotta remind to get rid of it before anyone gets to clean this room".

You giggle, tidying up your clothes.

"So...", you grab your backpack, unsure of what to say next. "I think I should go now. Y'know, before someone gets suspicious".

"You don't have to", Tom is quick to say, but shakes his head before continuing. "I mean, you should probably go home, it's not going to look well if you leave my office so late, but... what I meant is that you can, y'know, come back".

"Oh", you blush, and then shrug. "You mean, this is not a one time thing?"

"I didn't want it to be", he admits, closing one of his hands in a fists, nervously. "Is that what you want?"

You nod a few times, staring into his eyes, and see as a smile makes its way to his lips. The contrast between this expression and the so confident one he held just a couple of minutes ago is incredible.

Then he adds a more serious tone to it, licking his lips. "It doesn't have to be here, though. Would you like to... go to my place? We could have a proper date, if you agree, and not only-"

"Are you asking me out?"

Tom swallows and before answering, he averts his eyes. "Well, I couldn't get more unprofessional than I already did, so I think there's no harm on it. Yeah, I'm asking you out".

You smile sweetly at his nervousness. That man just fucked you like there was no tomorrow and now he was shy for asking you to go on a date.

"I'd really appreciate that, Mr. Holland", you say. He looks up at you and relief washes his face.

"Okay. Okay, perfect, so... I'll message you. Well, through your e-mail, cause that's all I have. Unless you wanna give me your number, then I might-"

"C'mon, sir, we only fucked once, do you really think it's appropriate to have my number so early?" You joke, narrowing your eyes, hearing his charming laugh right away. "I'll keep my eyes on my e-mail then".

Tom smiles at you, nodding. You say a quiet 'see you', before turning around and getting out of the office, glancing at your favorite professor one more time before closing the door, both of you excited to your next encounter.

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Congrats on 1500 followers😊😊😊 can I request NSFW headcanons/scenario of Shunsui coming home late and waking up his wife for sex💋 Thanks!!!

Yes please goddamn it! I love these request for everyone’s favorite Bleach husband!

I have many feels about this man and I intended to write headcanons but this turned into a scenario instead. So this turned out to be almost 1900 words. I clearly got carried away, and it is evident that I have thought about this scenario way too much. I won’t apologize for it. Shunsui seduced me by simply existing!

Kyouraku Shunsui comes home late to wake up his wife for some lovin’ (smut)

One would think that after 10 years of being the new Soutaicho, Shunsui would be able to come home at a decent time. He does have two, not just one, fuktaichos after all. But that’s not the case most of the time. The Soutaicho’s work is never really over and definitely never on a time that was convenient for him or the people in his life.

With both him and his wife being in the Gotei 13, their busy schedules almost always ensures that they keep missing each other even if they do indeed live in the same house.

Sure they’d carve out time to be with each other, plan elaborate date nights overlooking sunsets with extravagant picnics...but still his job did take its toll. Some nights they’d both be home at a relatively decent time but they would be far too exhausted to do anything other than take a quick shower and go to sleep.

Lately, it’s been busier than most. The new Taicho of the 13th Division was being finally appointed. Kuchiki Rukia was an exemplary candidate, and Shunsui had every faith that she would do right by the division that was once held by his beloved best friend, but the paperwork for the new appointment and subsequent transition was, to put it mildly, a pain in the ass.

Today had been hectic. His last responsibility had been to visit the 13th Division’s barracks and make sure all the finer details were finalized with Rukia. Sure, someone else could have done it and he would have passed it on to the nearest unsuspecting subordinate had it been any other division. But it wasn’t. It was the 13th and the 13th was always Juu’s. Shunsui had to do it himself. It was the right thing to do.

However, that hadn’t really gone well at all. 

The official business was, of course, successfully concluded. Nanao-chan had taken care of everything, and Rukia was not only ready but eager to take on her responsibilities starting tomorrow, after the official announcement at the Taichos’ meeting. 

Except, walking past the Ugendo, and being reminded that Jushiro wasn’t there...it had put him in quite the dark mood. This announcement meant an ending he really was not yet ready to face. The 13th would no longer be Juu’s. Just another reminder that his best friend was gone and never coming back. It was...just painful in a purely illogical and gut wrenching way.

He’d wandered the seireitei streets, hoping to lose the cloud over his mind so he didn’t take it back home to his unsuspecting wife, but it hadn’t helped much.

When he finally got home, she was fast asleep. Maybe that was for the best. If she had been awake, she would have definitely wanted to talk it out with him. She could sense his mood in an uncanny way. But Shunsui wasn’t in a mind to talk. Not tonight.

They weren’t the kind of couple to wear fancy nightclothes to bed. In fact, they both chose not to wear anything at all. Shunsui’s body anyway ran quite warm and clothes would feel suffocating, so he slept fully nude. When he first met his wife, she loved her cute pyjamas and sexy négligée. Of course he couldn’t resist her in them. But after a while, he succeeded in convincing her the benefits of sleeping nude. Now, he knew, she wore nothing but panties under the covers.

He quickly took a shower to wash away the day’s grime and dried himself before dropping the towel on the floor. His wife would have his head for him leaving it there but...he had a lot on his mind tonight. 

He slowly walked up to the bed and stood there for a moment looking down at her. She looked so peaceful as she slept. No concerns furrowed her brows, and her lashes rested upon her smooth cheeks. She was sleeping on her side, facing the side on which Shunsui slept, her hand reaching out as if she meant to hold him. As if she yearned for him in his absence. 

The sheets were bunched up, barely covering her. One shapely calf teased him, inviting to be touched. He had no intentions of  resisting he temptation. He slowly ran his hand up her calf, feeling the smoothness and the firmness of her leg all the way up to her knee. He kept moving upward, lifting the sheet as he went, to rest his hand on her thigh.

She stirred a bit, and twisted away to lie flat upon her back. He quickly retracted his hand. He didn’t want to wake her. Not yet anyway.

When she moved, the sheet moved with her, unwrapping her like she was his favorite candy ready to be devoured. Her curves in all their glory were bared to his eye.

Her nipples were already pebbling, teased by the cold air in the room. He aided the task by moving his index finger up over her abdomen, his touch so slow and feather light. He flicked a nipple and watched it stand upright as if begging for his mouth.

His mind made up, he climbed up on the bed. He took his time, unrestrained by anything demanding upon him. Tonight, even his wife couldn’t distract him by trying to pleasure him. Instead, he got to explore her body as he wished to do so.

He moved over her delicate neck, the back of his hand caressing the soft skin there. Usually, whenever they made love, he worshipped her body as if it’s the only religion he’d ever known. But tonight, his mood was different. Tonight, he wanted to devour her, not delicately or lovingly, but with a passion that would consume them like an inferno. It was already burning him inside, this desperate need to take her, and take her hard. Tonight he wanted to sacrifice them both at the altar of his darkest desires.

Almost as if she could sense his thoughts, her eyes opened to look up at him, a bit confused and still half asleep. “Shunsui?”

“Shh...” he hushed her.

“Is everything okay?” she asked, her voice still husky with sleep. There it is again...that uncanny ability to read him like an open book.

He stared into her eyes, and she easily read his intentions. “I don’t want to talk about it, love,” he told her. “I just...want you.”

She didn’t say anything more. She simply held out her arms to pull him into her embrace. He fell into her, perhaps even crushing her, his body settling right between her spread thighs.

Their kiss was almost fervent with need. At least that’s what it felt like for him. No gentle romancing tonight. No soft seductive kisses or delicate nibbles. His mouth devoured hers, teeth biting into her full bottom lip. The wiry hair on his chest rubbed tantalizingly against her breasts. They both marveled at the contrast -soft curves against hard planes, smooth skin against the roughness. 

One hand wound up in her hair at the back of her head, holding her still as he took what he needed from her. The other hand moved between their bodies to reach down and find that his earlier ministrations as she slept had her wet and ready for him.

“I don’t think I can wait, petal,” he whispered, scraping his teeth across her jaw. His hardness pressed against her soft thigh told her as much anyway.

She reached up and sunk her hands into his hair, undoing the ties. The pull on his scalp was painful but strangely arousing. Her gaze bore into his, and it drove him insane to see the same intense desire reflected back at him. “I’m not asking you to wait, Shunsui. Fuck me. Now.”

With well practiced rhythm, he buried himself in one thrust. Face to face, pressed up close like this, he could see her eyes close shut, and her teeth bite that lip as he stretched her. A bit of pain mixed with pleasure. It amazed him how even after all this time, that first slide into her wet heat could still feel like the first time he was ever inside of her. It had him ready to burst in no time already, and he hadn’t even moved yet.

“Love, I don’t think I can go slow tonight,” he said, apologetic that he might not be able to make it good for her like he was wont to do.

She wrapped her legs around his hips, taking him even deeper if possible. “I didn’t ask you to, did I? Just fuck me already, Shun,” she said, biting his ear playfully. His wife was a sassy little thing that drove him crazy sometimes.

With one hand resting by the side of her head for leverage, he held on to her hip with the other as he began to move. Considering how much bigger he was compared to her, he had to hunch a bit, but this was his absolute favorite position. He felt close to her in every possible way and he got to see just how she looked when she came apart for him. 

As he moved over her, thrusting deep, her moans filled their room, like music to his ears. “Yes...god, yes. Just like that...” His wife loved to let him know just how well he was doing at pleasing her.

His thrusts became faster and harder. He was so close. So close that he was afraid he might cum before her, which he had never done in their entire marriage. But she was right there with him, taking his desires into her lithe little body as if she was made for him. The harder he went, the more she took it, finally until they both burst into pieces...his tension easing away as the intensity of the orgasm eased in.

They were both gasping by the end of it, trying to catch their breath. It has been a long time since they went at each other like this - intense and fast. A definite contrast to their slow, sensual lovemaking.

He realized his hand was still holding tight to her hip. He let go and reached up to cup her face. “Did I hurt you?”

“Mmmm...I don’t think so,” she moaned, stretching a bit, the movement hardening him all over again. Her eyes widened in surprise at his non-existent refraction period. “Again? Really?”

He grinned lecherously down at her. “I can’t help it when I have such a sexy little wife, now can I?” he asked teasingly. Playfulness was always a good distraction, and he wanted her distracted enough that she wouldn’t question him about the reason why he had woken her up in the first place.

By the time they were finally done with round two, the exhaustion of the day caught up with Shunsui, and he was out like a light, cradling his wife. The last thing he thought was how lucky he was that he had someone who truly understood him and what he needed.

She gazed down at his sleeping form with a sad smile. She knew her husband was troubled, and it was clearly evident that he was not willing to talk about it. After all, you weren’t with someone for years and years without learning to read everything they did and didn’t say. And with Shunsui, it was always the things he didn’t say or hid behind a playful seductive remark that revealed more.

She wouldn’t press him. Not until he was ready to tell her, which she knew with experience would happen sooner than later. So she pressed a soft kiss to his stubbly cheek, and settled down next to him. His arms unconsciously wrapped around her, cradling her in his body heat. It was always easier to fall asleep when he was next to her, so that’s just what she did.

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The Undead Rising.

Request: Y/N and your people go on a supply run, as Negan and his people show up to the same place. Negan had no other choice but to accept your offer being out run by your bigger community with larger equipment. As Negan and Y/N bump heads showing who has the biggest balls here and a badass attitude, Negan is more impressed by how brave and clever Y/N is.

Requested by: @purple-serenity

Pairing: Negan x Y/N

A/N: this is not a one shot.

Warnings: strong language

“This is the location, we haven’t been here yet and we need to check it out and see what we can find.” You point on the map showing the crew in your office.

“And if we don’t find anything?” David asked.

“Here is another location.” You point to a new spot on the map as you circled it with a red sharpie. “We haven’t been here yet. But we need to make sure the other place has what we need before we go to the next one.” You said

“Anyone have any questions?” You asked everyone in the room.

“When are we going?” Sarah asked quietly, she’s the shy one, as her face turns red she hated speaking in front of everyone.

“Good question, we could leave tonight. But I rather everyone sleep well tonight and we can go first thing in the morning. I’d like for my people well rested before we go on a big supply run.” You said.

You hated over working your people, you always do your best to make sure they’re well rested before a big event happens.

“Alright everyone let’s get some sleep since we have a big day tomorrow, I’d like everyone ready by 7:00 am tomorrow. Also before you leave here, Candace here has a list of everything we need for tomorrow. Run by her on things you need and be ready with it tomorrow morning. Goodnight everyone.” You said as folding up the map and putting all your paperwork together.

“Hey Y/N before you leave.” David said as he opened up the door and Sarah came back in with a cake and some lit candles.

Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to Y/N! Happy fucking birthday to you!!!! Everyone shouted

“Now make a wish as Sarah placed the cake down on the table in your office. You start to cry and couldn’t gather your words. “Guys..d-did you seriously do this for me? Wait how did y’all know it was my fucking birthday!” You said with tears and a smile.

“How could we forget your birthday we been marking it on the calendar everyday.” David said

“With everything you do for us, you’re one of the rarest leaders who just.. you know treat us well, you gave us a chance to rebuild a life again.. you bring us hope.” Sarah said

“And a hot as bitch!” Candace said as everyone in the room started to laugh.

You chuckled and made a wish and blew out your candles. “Your guys are the greatest get your asses over here!” As you held out your arms and everyone ran to tackle you.

Sarah cut the cake giving everyone a piece, you guys laughed and joked for a good thirty minutes before it was time for everyone to leave. Sarah was nice enough to clean up the office so you didn’t have to do it. You smiled looking around the room before turning the lights off and closing the door behind you to go too your house to sleep.

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It was the next morning and you were gathering everything before you had to leave for the run. As you walk outside your crew was ready to go by the gate.

“Well shit look at all you sexy bitches, hot and READY! Me likely!” You said as you gave them all a sassy wink.

Everyone laughed, you always know how to start the morning by getting everyone to laugh. They always look forward to every trip with you. Makes things easier knowing your group loves hanging out with you.

“Well Goodmorning fuckers! Let’s get our asses on the motherfuckin road! Or are we just gonna stand around and be zombies all day?” You said with your arms spread out smiling walking backwards towards the gate.

“Zombies? sounds pretty nice if you ask me?”David said as you look at him with a smile

“Yeah yeah it would be nice, maybe after this trip we can relax and be zombies for a bit.” You chuckled knowing they will need a full day of rest after this trip. Specially you.

“Hey everyone you know I always do this but it’s a reminder. You all know the drill. We run our routes. Mark your log books. Clear any walkers you see. You run into anything, anything you can't handle, you come back here. Be smart about it. We work as a team okay? You said as everyone nodded.

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It’s been about 2 hours on the road as you guys finally rolled up to the place. It was an army base. You take out your radio. “Hey Sarah we have some walkers up ahead it seems like this place has some scattered around. Let’s stop here.” You said as you told David to stop the jeep. “You got it boss lady.” Sarah said over the radio.

You get out of the jeep as everyone else got out of their vehicle and walked over to you.

“You guys know the drill let’s clear the outside first before we go in.” You said as everyone nodded.

You started to ran and slammed your knife in the back of a walkers head, you’re always the first one to take action, it’s your favorite thing. Well taking action first that is not the killing part. You’re slamming all the walkers down there was a good amount here, this kind of thing always got your heart pumping of excitement.

You stabbed another walker through the head and you pulled the knife out and it broke.

“Oh you son of a bitch! Are you shittin me right now!” You said in an anger voice, wiping your sweat off your forehead with your arm as you were trying to pull another knife out of your side pants, a few walkers started to get real close to you, you were walking backwards and tripped over a dead walker landing on your back. You were using your elbows pulling yourself backwards to get away as you heard gunshots from a distance taking out the last few of the walkers around.

You seen a group standing with guns and a tall man with a barb wired bat around his shoulder. He wore black boots with dark gray pants, one glove on his right hand and a fucking leather jacket in 90 degree weather. How in the hell was he not sweating balls here. Is he fucking insane?

The tall man with the bat started to walk towards you along with his group behind him, as you helped yourself up and your group came up behind you with their guns. You put your hands on your hips.

“Hi pretty lady, I’m Negan.” He smiled As he held up both his arms out with Lucille in his right hand. “And we’re the saviors.” He did a slight point towards you.

“Hi.” You said crossing your arms. Lifting one eyebrow.

“Well damn excuse my goddamn French but I just saved your fucking ass and that’s all the response I get?” He said with a smile.

You rolled your eyes. “Sorry didn’t mean to offend you Mr… Negan right?” You said in a sassy tone that made him smirk a little.

“That’s right doll face, may I ask what you’re doing out here? At our base.” He asked leaning to the side moving his eye up and down at you, he was indeed checking you out.

“I could ask you the same thing Mr…. Negan.” Giving him a slight smirk. “In fact how could this be YOUR place when we just cleared the outside and none of your people are here guarding it. And… I don’t see your name on it.” You said giving him a tease with another smirk.

“You see this shit! this is what I’m talking about! Ahh this is the shit that just tickles me balls!” As he turned around looking at his men with his arms up. He turned side ways to look at you with a smirk. “You may not know me sweetheart, but you’re definitely gonna wish you haven’t.”

“Hmm, funny you say that because I feel you’re gonna regret crossing me pretty soon.” You snapping back.

“Yeah, we will see about that.” He whispered where you didn’t hear him.

“You see here, there’s this new world order and well dollface I hate to break it to you but you’re now apart of it. So let me break it down simple and easy for you. One..” as he held up his index finger, smirking away. “You work for me. We have the whole set up, beds, food you name it, I have the whole package sweetheart! So all you have to do is work for me. Or two.” He flipped up his middle finger too. “I kill you and your fucking people now! I take your shit, and be on my merry fucking way. Well I don’t like hurting women, so suggest you pick one. But men? Hell doll face I could bash their brains all fucking day! He sighs shaking his head as he grinned. “…..Women are just to fucking beautiful to kill.. so sweetheart. What’s it gonna be..?” Holding up his arms again with his bat in the air.

Your arms are still crossed and your smile that never left your face

“Neither.” You said with no hesitation.

“I’m sorry doll face I didn’t quite catch that.” He started to look angry.

“Mr. Negan let me be clear here, I’ll make it simple and easy.” As you leaned forward “just for you.” Still having a smile on your face with your arms crossed.

“Your rules are shit, and no I don’t do new world orders very well, you see here Mr. Negan. I will take your shit and be glad to shove it up your ass.” You let out a small laugh and you see Negan’s people gripping their guns about to point them to you and your people.

“Ohh sweetheart, you have no… idea who you’re talking to.” Negan now looks more angry.

“Oh I do doll face, and let’s be real here.” You sigh turning your head looking at the army base. “This is mine, and mine only.”

You couldn’t help but stare at his eyes, he had the most beautiful eyes you ever seen, hazel.. oh those hazel eye that could kill you.. when he smiled it just lit up his face along with his dimples. His smile curved so perfectly making his dimples pop out more. Making your heart race faster. His anger made you like him more. His attitude was turning you on.

“Well excuse me sweetheart.. I didn’t know this belong to you, there’s rules here in fact whatever is yours. Is now mine. Rather you it or not.” They He said with more intense voice

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his response. “I never nor will I ever agree to anyone’s rules in fact I dont follow other people’s rules very well.”

Behind you, you could hear more vehicles rolling up. If was more of your people. David must of gave a code over the radio signaling we need help. David is basically your right hand man. One of the most clever guys on your team. He goes with you everywhere.

You turn your head to see behind you and you seen more of your community there with you. In that moment you had more people protecting your crew. More people than Negan brought along. You had more weapons, bigger guns and even a few tankers.

Negan’s eyes had widen, in shocked to see the shit you had. It was more than what he even had at his sanctuary.

“Welcome to the rising undead.” Holding out your hands your elbows were still to you sides. You gave a smirk and shot a wink towards his way.

“Now there’s no rules here Mr. Negan.” You started to walk towards him placing your knife back down on the side of you pants. “But we can try and agree on something here if you are okay with that.” You stopped about 10 feet in front of him. You watch his eyebrow raise making you smile a little.

You seen Negan look passed you at your large group. You were proud of your people in the moment showing up the way they did, how David sent a signal out. You had a huge community that you loved. You took care of. They respected you. You keep them safe and they keep you safe at all cost. Mostly everyone called you mom even for laughs and giggles. But deep down you acted like a mother when they needed you to the most. They love you as much as you love them. And for that, in this moment you couldn’t help but smile hearing more vehicles roll up in front of you. Behind Negan’s group, vehicles driving through the field to your right, an open field. It was huge. You watched Negan’s face as you hear all the vehicle doors open and slam shut. Negan in that moment all he could do was agree, he was out run by your people.

He started to look around as he giggled. He was facing the field and slightly turned his head towards you with a smile, like he was proud of your ass. Probably shocked seeing a woman like you that ran an community the way you do.

“Shit doll face, I guess I no longer have a choice here do I?” He ask turning his body towards you still having a smile on his face.

You couldn’t help but smile at his response, his smile was making you weak. Fuck, you needed to slap yourself in the face to knock it off. And get your shit together.

“Sorry my love I don’t think you do.” You said crossing your arms over your chest.

“There’s another army base that’s untouched, I’m willing to give that to you if you let us have this one. But… there’s a catch.” You said

“And what is that doll face?” Negan asked.

“I’ll let you have it, you let us help you clear some bigger place out for you, since we indeed have the bigger guns here. So in return we get some supplies. You know like a payment.” You said

Negan gave you smile, he seemed like he was trying to figure out what to say. Lost in words. Realized how clever you were.

“So Mr. Negan, what’s it gonna be?”

He took a few seconds to reply. “Alright. So how can we find them?” He raised an eyebrow with a smile on his face.

You started to walk towards him teasingly, looking into his eyes with a mischievous smile. You stopped in front of him standing very close. Finally breaking the eye contact, you put your hand on his shoulder and tiptoed to whisper in his ear.

“I’ll see you soon, big boy.” You say before planting a small but lingering kiss on his cheek. You pull away and see his smile grew wider deepening his dimples.

“I am about fifty percent more into you now...just sayin'.” Negan said grinning from that kiss

“An I’m about zero percent into now.” You said smirking, you slowly move your hand down off his shoulder to you biceps, walking backwards letting him go staring at him like you want him so badly as he started to see that.

You reached in your back pocket and took out a map. You handed it to him, the location that was folded up, as you knew the location was already marked on the map. “It’s the location of the other army base.” You said.

You turn away swaying back to your team and gave them nod to go ahead to the army base. As you stopped in the middle of the road before you went to follow your team, you turn around to look behind you to see Negan one last time, he gave you a smile and turned around as you watched him leave.

You called Joel and Steve over to you. These two are the best you had when they needed someone to sneak around. As they never get caught doing what they do best. They been with you since day one and never left your side. And never hesitate when you ask them for help.

“I need you both to follow them, check out their community and see what they do. Please?”

They both nodded and walked away and left to follow them.

“Jesus Y/N you handle that pretty fucking well, I almost didn’t need to signal anyone out here.” David said, he let out a chuckle.

You giggled still having a smile on your face from Negan. “No no no… I’m really glad you signal out for help. That actually made us look bigger and tougher.” You placed you hand on his shoulder. “Thank you David, seriously I owe you one big time. I’m proud of you, as I always am.” You smiled as you both walked over by the fence to the army base.

You and your people cleared out the inside, there was a lot of walkers more than you imagined. But luckily No one got hurt. As everyone knew the drill to check the walkers for any items that we could use, in fact the walkers had armer, weapons, knifes and extra bullets. There was a lot of items we needed so everyone gathered the items placing them in bins to haul back to their vehicles. We placed everything by the door till we had everything we needed.

There was a storage room full of MREs packages of food that the military used for meals. There was a lot, about a month worth of food. This was big as you needed all the food you could get.

“Hey Y/N!” David called you over. As you walked over to him, you seen the next room full of vehicles.

“Holy shit David!” You yelled out.

There was a full garage of army vehicles. BAe caiman, General Dynamics Stryker, M1 Abrams. The list went on. “Fuck David we could use these!” You had a big smile on your face. You couldn’t believe everything you guys had found inside, more and bigger weapons.

David grabbed a group of people having them get the new batteries and fuel for the vehicles. Most of them worked. While another group took what they could off the bad vehicles.

Everyone gathered everything and loaded up the vehicles, you helped them out too, getting everyone to laugh by your jokes, a lot of them joked back. You always tried and make a trip fun even when everyone is tired and worn out. You knew it was going to be a long trip back as you left the MREs out and had everyone grab some food for dinner before going back on the road. We needed to eat, you could tell how they needed their energy. While you all finished eating you gathered everyone around

“I really wanted to thank every single one of you tonight, seriously. You guys did awesome. The ones that came with me today, and for those who came out when you were signal too. You guys even stayed to helped clear out the inside and helped loading our trucks up making this go by faster.” You see everyone with a smile on their faces. They were all happy to be there with you.

“I seriously couldn’t ask for a better community than this. Thank you everyone again. I dont know about you guys but I’m ready to go home and fucking sleep!!” You yelled out as everyone cheered getting in their vehicles. Before you and David got in your vehicle he wanted to talk with you.

“Hey um Joel radio me, they made it safe and haven’t gotten seen. they’re still out there and safe.” David said

You nodded as you both got in the vehicle to go home. It was a nice smooth way back as you all pulled all your vehicles in everyone was unloading their trucks. You seen Lacy one your guards on the wall. She’s one of your toughest women here, well every women here you think is tough, lacy loves to work out she’s a body builder. She could work out for hours when she doesn’t have to be on watch. Who also teaches karate here. You been trying to get her to come out with you on a supple run but she loves being the guard on watch. Which is is one of your best spotters.

“Hey lacy!” You yelled out waving your two fingers motioning her to come down.

Hey Y/N! I see you brought in some good shit this time!” She said while chuckling.

“Hey now I always get the good shit!” You chuckled back. “What can I do to get you off that wall to come out with us next time?” You smiled at her.

“Well you got me off the wall now.” Lacy chuckled. “But you know I rather stay here, I’m your best spotter and you keeping me off the wall isn’t gonna help you out you know.”

You nodded knowing she loves her job. “Maybe one day I’ll get you out.” You smiled as lacy shocked her head.

“We will see boss!” Lacy ran back up to the wall as you watched her. You really would like her out there soon. But you hated pushing people who didn’t want to do something they don’t like.

“Alright everyone let’s get some rest shall we!” You said while everyone start to head back to their homes. Everything was put away and it was quiet in your community. As you get home you sat on your porch and pulled out your cigarettes. Before you could light it.

“Hey now, I thought you quit that shit?” Sarah said with a tease.

She had the most beautiful red hair you’d ever seen, it was long and wavy that was down to almost her butt. She barely wore it down but when she did she was beautiful. She had these beautiful hazel green eyes with a tint of gray around the edges.

You chuckled “yeah I thought so too.” As you lit your cigarette handing her the pack as Sarah grabbed a cigarette and your litter and lit her cigarette.

“You were pretty awesome the way you handle Negan.” Sarah said

“Yeah, yeah I fucking was.” You both chuckled.

“Not gonna lie, Negan was… hot.” Sarah took a hit of her cigarette and held it in.

You chuckled at her comment. “I’ve seen hotter.” you actually thought he was hot as fuck but you didn’t want to say that out loud.

“Your sassy attitude today, I think you scared him.” Sarah laughed taking another hit of her cigarette.

You take hit of your cigarette as well. “I wouldn’t say me, but I think we all scared him.” You put out your cigarette and stretched out your arms and yawned.

“I think you all did awesome today. Without you guys I truly dont know how that situation would of went.” You leaned back in your chair crossing your arms.

“I think we did awesome too. Sucks we had to give that other location away. Not gonna lie. I was looking forward to that.” Sarah frowned

You sighed reaching out your hand as she placed her hand onto yours. “I wasn’t happy about it either but we were stuck in a situation and we don’t need a war. I rather keep you all safe than loose any of you over a building.” You seen a tear rolled down her face.

“Thanks Y/N you truly do know how to keep us safe.” Sarah got up from her chair and leaned in giving you a peck on the cheek. “Goodnight Y/N.” As Sarah walked away.

You watched Sarah go to her house across the street making sure she made it inside. Even though your community is supposed to be safe, it’s just something you always did and never will stop.

You get up to go inside and your radio goes off “Y/N you there?” You heard Joel whispering over the radio. “Yes Joel..” you said over the radio. “We’re safe, we got everything we needed here.” Joel said.

You sigh with relief “come on back, be safe if you run into anything. You find somewhere safe and radio me or Lacy.”

You placed the radio on your end table, switched into you pjs and hopped on your bed. Negan was running through your mind. That handsome ignorant man with his sense of humor turned you on. You rolled your eyes. “I can’t be thinking about this right now.” You mumbled to yourself and closed your eyes to sleep.

*******

It was a beautiful new day as everyone was eating their breakfast. You usually don’t eat breakfast but you always had to have coffee. That was one of your favorite things right when you wake up. You headed outside with your coffee as everyone was greeting you this morning. You smiled at everyone saying Goodmorning as you hear a knock at the front gate you turned your head fast.

Dun-dun-dun-DUN. “LITTLE PIG, LITTLE PIG, LET ME IN!” You recognized that voice as you head turned slightly.

“Oh you gotta be shittin me right now.” You mumbled to yourself.

You walked over to the gate and gave the guards a nod to open the door. You crossed your arms over your chest and had a slight smile on your face. As the door opens all the way and Negan had a smile on his face holding out his hands with his stupid bat out standing outside your community.

Everyone was trying to get up as you moved your hand behind you stopping them. You wanted them to finish eating as you could handle this situation by yourself.

“Well hello there pretty lady, you gonna let me in?” Negan said smiling putting Lucille over his shoulder.

You chuckled “now why would I go and do that? We can talk where we’re standing at.” You we’re about 20 feet away from him and the gate.

He had a huge grin on his face. “Okay what If don’t accept your offer.” As he took a few steps forward and the guards from the bottom and top of the fence pointed their guns at him.

He chuckled “you really gonna shoot me now?”

“I will if I have to.” You shot him with a smirk as you started to walk towards him. You were about 5 feet away from him.

“You know I thought we had a special moment yesterday.” He chuckled

“Ahh easy there Romeo.” You said teasingly.

“Oh where are my manners, hi Mr. Negan, now why in the hell are you here.?” As he took one more step towards you, you can hear the guns shift. He stopped himself with a smirk on his face. As you raised one eyebrow.

“I wanted to see you doll face! And your..” He started to look around in your community where he was standing. “Your Beautiful community!” You rolled your eyes at his comment.

“That’s it? Seriously?” You said in a disappointed ton.

“Oh I’m sorry sweetheart, were you wanting more? I mean shit we can go somewhere doll face if that’s what you want?” He teased.

You laughed at his response. Placing your hand on your eyebrow scratching it “okay seriously why are you here, Negan?” You acted frustrated.

“Well doll face we searched that army base you gave us and we found some good shit. But we also had found another few location and you said you’d help us out so here I am.” He smiled placing Lucille down at his side.

“You ready sweetheart?”

Great he’s ready to go when I haven’t even prepared my people yet. This will be a shit show.

“Whatever you say Romeo.” As you walked away.

Taglist: @purple-serenity @witchiswriting

[wevegottogetaway]

The one where it turns sweeter (part2)

TW: smut

So... this is my first time writing smut. I just hope that I did the piece justice and that you’ll like it. Tell me if that’s something you’d want more or also if you have any feedback/criticism/idea/request, I would love to hear your lovely thoughts. Please don’t be shy xx

Part 1

"Just shut up and come kiss your dork." 

Y/n certainly doesn’t need more incentive to comply; the sweet taste of his lips seeping through hers is plenty enough as it is. Her mind is a nerve-ending away from losing any semblance of a grasp on reality. This feels too much like a dream: fuzzy mind, sensitive skin and a desperate plea not to be awakened yet.

Except, all her senses are on overdrive, buzzing with more fervency with every new inch of her that Harry explores. And no matter how dreamlike it all seem, the thrills are much too intense to be sleep-induced and the details much too accurate to be conjured up by a deceiving mind. The way chills spiral up her spine as they follow the roaming of his hands underneath her shirt; the way her skin erupts in tiny goose bumps where his lips leave wet spots after careful ministrations. Starting at the corner of her month, as if reluctant to retire from their twin set, all across her left cheek to finally tease the area right below her ear and mischievously graze his teeth around the earlobe. 

Definitely real. 

"Fuck. I’ve been wai’in." He almost whimpers the extent of his relief, the rasp of his voice triggering a new wave of shivers across y/n’s straddling body. "Been waiting so long, love." 

"No more waiting now." She quickly answers with a pointed shake of her head.

Her hands also have a mind of their own, not wasting a second more to finally tread the land that had been forbidden to her until tonight. Now his neck was hers to scratch and his wondrous locks hers to grasp and to pull in taunting fashion. Now the grunts coming out of his mouth still tending to her ear, were hers to revel in and to swallow in a searing kiss. Now she was his to hold, to touch and to undo like the final tug to a bow on a wrapped present. Now the pleasure was theirs to share. 

"Off, take it off" Y/n breathlessly inquires after pausing their kiss long enough to voice her request. Her fingers have already made their way to the bottom of Harry’s jumper, slipping underneath the heavy material only to be met by more fabric. She pouts as she realizes there was more work than expected, but as soon as the first layer has been discarded and she takes in his disheveled hair and flushed cheeks, the disappointment melts right off her lips. Her hands cups at his face as she bits a growing smile and her eyes dive into the green gems already focused on her. "Flustered, are we?" She teases before rearranging his hair back in one brushing gesture and sealing their lips back together.

"Mhm, got me all hot an’ bothered, darlin’" he quips back as he rids her of her top, successfully leaving her in a simple black laced bra. Damn, she didn’t have the same multi-layer luxury he had apparently. The special endearment is also not lost on her, its appearance quite new between them, but in retrospect it can just be added to the list of ‘new’ things their relationship now entails. 

Harry takes in the sight of her exposed cleavage, one hand swiping the strings of hair still resting upon her right collarbone, before finally dropping kisses down her neck and across the top of her breasts. One soft grip at her waist, his other hand crawls back to press against the area between her shoulder blades in a desperate attempt to get her that bit closer than she ever was.

"You’ve got one more." Y/n reminds him, her head slightly tilted upward as to avoid a mouthful of Harry’s mane. At her words, he slowly leans back to take in her own flustered state.

"This not enough fo’ you?" He asks knowing full well she was just as antsy for skin-to-skin contact as he was.

"Not even close" she proudly responds while taking the matter into her own hands. In a swift and not too clumsy motion, she’s got his undershirt in a bowl that she hastily throws behind them.

"Better?" He smirks at her. 

"Halfway there" is all she retorts and goes back for a much needed kiss, hands finally embracing the smooth expanse of his bare back. She can feel his own smile spreading so wide he can barely follow the kiss’ dynamic. "What?" She finally asks him in suspicious banter, keeping her face an inch away from him, a finger swiping across the corner of his bottom lip.

"Nothin’" He murmurs along her jaw, before elaborating. "Just…livin’ on a prayer."

Y/n can’t help but laugh at the Bon Jovi reference, the moment is so Harry-like. A few words were always enough to make random songs pop into his head, and then the temptation is too hard for him to pass up the opportunity to make a pun about it. That’s just how he’s brain works and y/n has always loved this quirk of his. He is a music enthusiast after all, and the passion he’s derived from is what made him such a force to be reckoned with, so really, y/n doesn’t mind.

"Care to clue me in on that prayer of yours?" She says instead, before she suggestively takes a bite of his lip. The statement earns her a chuckle as Harry goes back to flowering her neck his tender pecks. 

"Don’t worry darlin’, you’ll be singing them in no time." He chirps back seductively, bringing his hands to grasp at y/n thighs still straddling his lap. Then in one swoop, he lifts her and lowers her back until she’s laying on the ground. Quickly his tattooed torso follows suit as he comes resting above her figure and reunites their lips in an unprecedentedly passionate kiss. 

This time around, y/n’s hand concentrate on the inked work adorning his front, fingers tracing each of the artist’s lines. It mesmerizes her how the art seems to be such an intrinsic element of his skin now. Like all the graphics and doodles had been embedding the tissue since birth. Swallows flying across is chest as he learnt how to walk; laurels flourishing along his pelvis as he became less boy and more man; butterfly metamorphosing some every day he grew closer into the amazing being he is now. 

So y/n may have lost it a little, but in her defense, Harry has always been her weakness and now he’s kissing his way down her chest and playfully nipping at her belly button…so she’s officially relinquished any sovereignty she may have once possessed over her body. Harry softly pecks the palm of her hand when she brings it to his cheek, her gaze already clouded in euphoria. After sharing a knowing look like two accomplices on the brink of mischief, he mutters a soft "can I?" as his fingers tease at the waistband of her jeans. 

A hazy ‘please’ is all he needs to work her zipper down and button off, all the whilst sporting a smug corner smile. The task gets a bit more tedious when it comes to peeling the fabric from her legs but it’s not Harry’s first skintight jeans’ rodeo. Plus, the sight he is privy to once they’ve joined his long forgotten undershirt and jumper somewhere behind the couch, is quite unparalleled in comparison. Smooth legs that take his head for a spin with how elegant yet how strong they look; cotton panties, still matching in color, covering wonders he has yet to experienced; so much flesh and skin ready for the taking and calling out for his touch. 

A soft groan escapes him as he lowers himself back to place a wantsome kiss on her timid smile. "Fuck, look a’ you, love." More kisses. "So pretty…so delicious." He utters against her throat, nose tenderly rubbing against the skin. 

His lips retell the same stories as they travel down y/n’s body once again, this time making a longer halt as they gloss over her breast, blindingly enclosing themselves around y/n’s nipple though the garment’s lace. She swears she can feel him smiling against her boob as the small bud hardens from pleasure, and when he adds in a quick graze of his teeth once he’s satisfied with his work, y/n’s hand flies out to the one making its way up to her other nipple. 

The gesture isn’t meant as a restraint so much as an encouragement which Harry happily embraces. His thumb starts circling the areola in a slow and teasing manner, every now and then applying increasing pressure in its center. Y/n’s hand is still wrapped around his wrist, as if afraid he would suddenly stop, while the other slides down his back to squeeze at his bum. 

"Touch me" she breathes out.

"I am."

"Touch me more." Her insisting words have him lift his head from her skin to process her demand: at this point, his mind might be fuzzier than hers. 

"My girl wants somethin’ more? Just have to ask, darlin, I’ll give it straight t’you." 

His hand starts moving underneath hers, and once she’s pleased with the path it’s taking, she lets go of it. Just as her hand settles back on his shoulder, her fingers dig in the flesh in retaliation to the dragging caress Harry is delivering underneath her panties. He is being awfully slow at it, collecting wetness all around and bringing it back to slick up her neglected clit. He has readjusted his body back to her level, not wanting to miss the slightest manifestation of her pleasure on her face.

As his movements around the bud speed up, her legs fidget more and more in between his, until the pressure starts building strong in her lower belly and her mind is once again pleading to get him closer to her. Untangling their lower limbs to wrap hers around his waist, his response comes in a feverish kiss and his ministrations moving from her tingly clit to her wet opening. They resume their circling motion, index teasing its way in but never quite making an entrance; the patience game he seems to be playing not to y/n’s liking as she groans against his lips.

"Flustered, are we?" He has the audacity to use her own words against her but somehow it turns her on even more. Makes her all the more curious to discover just how sassy he can be when he’s got her in a puddle at his fingers. Quite literally. 

"Don’t be mean." Y/n pouts before laying open mouth kisses along his neck. Maybe that’ll motivate him.

"Sorry, love. You’re just so drippy down there, it’s driving me crazy. Is it all fo’ me?" He kisses her forehead in a vain attempt to make up for all the riling up he’s doing. 

He forgets he can be as easily riled up though, when y/n susurrate at his ear "You know it is." 

The admittance has him pushing his hips against her, effectively pressing his fingers harder on her pussy. They both moan in unison at the friction, heightened pleasure coursing through their bloodstream, saturating their veins. It’s then they realize there’s so much more to come, like the moment ticked something off in their brains, and now they can’t get naked fast enough. Frantic hands pulling at the remaining clothing articles left of their bodies while their lips are caught in an equally raging war. A war they’re battling on the same side as they fight for the same thing: intimacy, passion, closeness. 

Once they’re both left bare to the other’s eyes, they take a second to revel in the moment. It took all the patience and abnegation in the world to get them to this point. Days of yearning stifled in silent admonition and nights of supposedly wishful thinking that left them wanting more at every new sunrise. So much anguish turned into so much elation as the truth prevailed though. That’s a lot pleasure warranted to make up for lost time. 

"Been dyin’ to taste you, darlin’. What d’ya say?" He asks in between kisses. Their naked bodies are so untangled they can’t tell beginning from end, but Harry is all too willing to unweave himself form y/n’s loving limbs if it means he gets to have her on his tastebuds. And apparently so is she, if the high-pitched ‘please’ breathing past her lips is any indication.

The smugness returns on his face as he once again undertakes the delightful descent to her sensitivity. There is no material stopping him this time though, just more skin begging to be brought to life. And when his lips finally surf across her mound, the goose pumps blooming in their wake just prove him right. Her breathy noises only spur him on, tongue finally taking a long swipe across her lips, like a secret weapon kept under wrap for the most opportune time. 

Y/n’s hands are quick to grab onto something, and the absence of linens underneath her only hastens her reach for him: one hand buried deep in his headful of curls, the other resting on his own hand at her hip. She feels his thumb rubbing soothingly at her skin there and she loves how tender he can be, even while simultaneously devouring her in greedy licks. The contrast as her vision blurring and no matter how much she wants to watch him have the meal of his life, her body is too riddled by pleasure to keep herself focused enough. 

The feeling only keeps intensifying as Harry properly delves into her, tongue first, his other hand eventually coming to hold her thigh down as it keeps clamping back shut at every new wave of ecstasy rushing over her. "So good, Harry. Feels so good." She keeps chanting in delirium, and Harry’s own excitement is starting to grow unbearable. There’s no way he can’t let go of her to relieve himself for a second though, he’ll just have to wait for her unravelling.

"Taste so sweet, love. Come on, please cum fo’ me. Need it real bad." He pleads for her undoing as though Time was about to rip her away from him before he got to properly have her.

Deciding the moment calls for a change in tactic, he brings two fingers to her wet hole and swiftly slides them inside of her. Rejoicing when he is met with no resistance, he quickly brings his lips back to her sensitive bud, alternating between hard sucks and pacifying licks.  

It doesn’t take much longer for the knot inside of her to come undone and her orgasm to take over every parcel and every atom of her. And Harry can’t get enough. She’s everywhere: all around his tongue as he keeps fucking into her in earnest strokes; up to his nose while the angle has him brushing against her clit; down his ears with songs of uncontrollable bliss; underneath his hands as he can feel every spasms seizing her body. 

He tends to her sensitivity until she’s too overwhelmed to bear it, and complies when she gives a small tug at his hair. Their lips immediately find each other even though they were both rendered breathless by y/n’s climax. She can taste it on his lips so vividly, it makes her moan at how utterly crazy he’d gone at it. She tenderly swipes away the wetness on his chin while their tongues waltz together, and brings him closer to her with a koala move. Soon they are both made acutely aware of Harry’s excitement as his hard member is trapped between their heated bodies. 

"You’re incredible." Y/n finally voices with a look of unadulterated love and pure wonder. Her smile only emphasizes her confession and Harry’s heart swells so hard, he wonders if the butterfly on his stomach feels it too. He mirrors her beam with one of his own before lowering his forehead against hers. His muscles are starting to feel sore from the tension that has yet to be liberating from his body, and it takes all he’s got, not to drop the support his arms provide as they lay on each side of y/n’s face.

"Got me so hard, love. Feels like imma bout to explode." He admits while sliding his cock back and forth along her sweetness. He feels like a ticking bomb, winded so tight from years of nerve-wracking suspense, that have never felt more like foreplay than right at this moment, as y/n reaches out to him. Her hand confidently wraps around his shaft to deliver long strokes that have him shudder in pleasure. 

"Gonna do something about it?" She murmurs tauntingly at him.

"Mhm" is all he can respond before taking her hand from his cock and holding it down above her head in an interlocking grip. Taking a hold of his hard member, he then proceeds to gently tap her clit with his sensitive tip, in retribution for a teasing behavior. "Do we need a rubber?" He remembers to ask in between her moans.

"Not on my account." She answers truthfully, and Harry exults in knowing there will be nothing but warm smooth walls enveloping his dick once he finally has her.

"Yeah? Gonna let me just slide in? Take me all the way an’ keep me there forever?" The words have a clear purpose to wind her up further, but Harry thinks he might have screwed himself over with that one, as he finds himself equally aroused at the idea. Precome is already leaking from his reddened and swollen tip, only adding to the mess they’ve made together.

She answers him with a gentle kiss and her free hand comes to hold his jaw, thumb caressing his cheek in light motion. Their lips part for a shaky breath as Harry slowly pushes himself inside of her. They both sigh when his hips meet hers, every tensed molecule in their body uncoiling at the delicious friction. 

As he starts rocking into her, Harry’s hand grabs at y/n’s thigh to keep it close around hip. His other hand is still interweaved with hers by her head and he doesn’t think he’ll ever let got of it.

He’s movement starts to speed up, as the pleasure becomes stronger and the change in pace has y/n arching into him. He takes the opportunity to slide his hand up her back, when his fingers come in contact with a tiny item on the floor. In confusion, he takes it out from under her, and brings it up between them. Puzzled faces relax in recognition as they take in a square shape piece of their long forgotten game, the letter G carefully painted on its surface. 

"Guess I found it, huh." He jokes before tossing the piece away, and they both burst in laughter at the silly pun, Harry’s face buried in her chest. How can one have still so much wit even when balls deep in their secret-not-so-secret-anymore crush for the first time? Y/n loves it, though. It makes all the rapture even more delectable to know the one giving it to her is the same old Harry who almost gave her a heart attack once from how hard she was laughing. 

Laughters quickly merge into gasps of pleasure at the pressure of y/n’s walls tightening around Harry’s cock. Just like that, the playful interlude is over, letting lust conquer all. Powerful thrusts resume their pounding motion as y/n once again dissolves into colorful moans, and Harry takes his hand back up her spine until he’s holding onto the back of her neck. Kisses are trailed down her throat as he tilts her head slightly to the side. "Squeezin’ me so hard, love. Must be doin’ somethin’ right," He says against her skin, as he pounds into her. He can feel her walls clenching again, body twitching around him and he knows she’s close to her peak.

Removing his hand from underneath her, all the whilst not relenting from his earnest fucking, he brings two fingers to her lips, caressing the soft flesh before dipping past them. "Come on darlin’, make ‘em wet for me." He commands and the mere word have her throbbing from anticipation. Obediently, she accepts the digits in her month and starts wrapping her tongue around them like she would his cock. As she indulges in a soft suction, Harry’s hips snap even harder, making her wheeze in response. 

Fingers free from the confine of her warm mouth, he fits them down where their body meet and starts rubbing at her clit. "About to cum, aren’t you? Can feel it too, you know," he starts rambling to distract him from his own impending climax, "Gonna give it to me good, yeah? Wanna feel it all around, makin’ a mess o’ me, alright?"   

"Yes, Harry. ‘M so close," y/n answers before giving a sharp tug at his hair, "fuck me harder, please." It takes all his might not to nut right then and there, but the prospect of sharing the sweetest high of all with her, gives him enough resolve to hold back. Instead, he endeavors to make good on her request by delivering hard and vigorous thrusts that has her bucking against him. Wet noises start feeling the space around them, arousal coating their joined bits as well as Harry’s busy fingers. "That’s it, that’s it, almost there" he keeps muttering like prayers whispered to the Almighty. And it seems like the heavens are responsive tonight as a couple of hard calculated shoves is all it takes for y/n’s orgasm to rupture and send her spiraling. 

"Harry," his name on her lips at this very moment might just be the sexiest thing he’s ever heard. "Feels so good." Bliss and ecstasy are written all over her face, and the visual coupled with the sensation of her pussy still hugging tight onto his shaft, send him to a euphoric release of his own. Goose pumps pave their way across his skin as he gives a few more rolls of his hips to accompany the ribbons of cum spurting out of his cock. Y/n’s name is the only thought consuming his hazy mind, the only sound leaving his mouth against the tender skin of her throat where he’s buried his face. Slowly he then removes himself from her - not without a whine at the newfound emptiness greeting them both - and plops down by her side.

The living room is filled with an eery silence for a minute, as both y/n and Harry process everything that just transpired and give their body and chance to recuperate. Their sides are still touching, sticky from sweat, their breathing slowly regulating back to an even level. Harry carefully slides his hand into hers and they both share a look of affection.

"That was amazing." Y/n breaks the silence first in a hushed voice, and her confession makes Harry smile in pride.

"Fuck, com ’ere." He says although he’s the one lifting himself up on one elbow to give her a languid kiss. As he settles next to her, yet another Scrabble piece makes an appearance, this time stuck to the skin on the side of his shoulder before it falls off in a soft thud on the floor. He must have laid down on it in post-orgasmic bliss and the sweat made it stick there for a second.

Y/n picks it back up with a beaming smile as she inspect the little token. "Damn, for once I was actually kicking your ass at Scrabble. Kinda screwed myself over, didn’t I." She laughs at how she’d been so intent on winning the game, yet had been the one to throw the game board  along with caution to the wind.

"Actually love, I believe I was the one you screwed." Harry playfully retort, earning him a small slap to the stomach. The gesture only makes him laugh some more as he engulfs her in a crushing embrace. 

➪ Masterlist

[enbyprentiss]

Risky Buisness

Genre: Smut and some fluff

Pairing: SubSpencer x Dom!Penelope

Warnings: exhibitionism, mommy kink, handjob, slight degradation and bimbofication, some praise, and i think that’s it but lmk if i missed anything!

a/n: this takes place in that one episode after Reid fucks up his knee and has to stay behind with Garcia, meaning Kevin doesn’t exist. Which is fine, I hate him.

--

Hotch tossed a file in front of Reid, who inspected it before picking it up.

“What’s this?”

“You told me you were clear to travel, you lied.”, Hotch stated simply.

“Naughty boy.”, Emily slyly commented before disappearing from the room. 

“No, I didn’t. I am a doctor so technically it wasn’t a lie.”

“What was it then?”, Penelope mused, appearing in the doorway of the conference room. 

“Um--second opinion?”, it wasn’t really a question but it certainly came off that way. 

“Huh, you’re my bitch now.”, she smirked. 

As if I’m not every day, Spencer thought as Morgan chuckled behind him. He picked up his crutches before following her back to her ‘bat cave’. Was he looking forward to getting to spend extra time with her? Absolutely. What he wasn’t looking forward to was being surrounded by screens all day. He couldn’t fathom how she works the miracles that she does, how she types at an alarmingly fast rate, practically piecing all the last pieces of every case together. 

--

Penelope picked up JJ’s call, delivering details as she ripped one of her many desk toys from Spencer’s hand, which of course, made him pout. She hung up the call, picking up on Spencer’s signature puppy dog eyes. 

“What’s the matter, baby?”, he muttered a small ‘Nothing.’, “Don’t lie to me, Spencer. I know you want to be out in the field, but we have to take care of our boy genius. You’re hurt, remember?”

He nodded, sticking his lip out slightly, “It’s alright, sweetheart. You’ll bounce back before you know it.”, she smiled and placed a kiss on his forehead, making him cheer up a bit. 

Every second that they weren’t delving into file after file of victims and suspects, was spent messing with bright desk toys, sucking on lollipops (though that was mostly Spencer), and exchanging chaste kisses. 

Spencer quickly grew into his role as assistant, even if it included interjecting Penelope’s words on calls. Of course, she loves seeing him do what he does best but that doesn’t stop her from shooting glares at him every once in a while. 

“On it.”, they concluded the call while speaking at the same time. Penelope looked at him in disbelief. 

“What?”, he returned her expression. 

“Don’t you dare get sassy with me, Mister.”, she warned. 

“Sorry, Mo--Penny.”, he shook his head as if to clear his thoughts before gently holding her hands in his, stroking his thumbs gently back and forth. And how could she ever resist her sweet boy? She lifted his hands and covered them in light kisses as he giggled. 

They settled back into a comfortable silence before Penelope stole glace at her boy genius, “Dr. Reid, I know you are not typing like that!”

“What? What’s wrong with it?”

“You are only using your index fingers! That’s what’s slowing you down.”

“It’s not slowing me down!”

“Oh, you poor little anti-tech baby.”, Spencer blushed as Penelope placed her hands over his, guiding his fingers over the keyboard, “See that’s better, try on your own now.”

His tongue poked out slightly between his pluh pink lips in focus, wanting to impress the tech goddess herself, “Like that?”, he asked, shifting slightly to look up at her.

“Yup, just like that. I knew you could do it, you’re so smart, sweet boy. 

Every once in a while, Penny would turn to make sure he kept up with typing correctly, and to her surprise he did. Sure, he’s a quick learner but when it comes to technology he’s mostly stuck to his ways (which secretly drives her insane). 

--

It had been a long two days, but the case was slowly coming to an end. Rossi patched them both in on the call. 

“Hey that kid--the uh, the smart one. I could use a little help.”, the other man on the line spoke. 

Reid turned to Garcia, quietly whispering, “The smart one, that’s me.”

“Reid?”

“Reid here.”, Penelope rolled her eyes at his little smirk.

“Cross word question. 10 letters. Crater creator.”

“10 letters. Crater creator.”, he repeated, his eyebrows crunching together in thought.

“Arctangent.”, Penelope stated simply. 

“Did you get that?”

“Damn, she’s smart.”, with that, he concluded the call. 

“Mmhm.”, she nodded looking at Spencer with a sly smile, “Who’s the smart one now, lover boy?”

He crossed his arms and sulked, “You’re being so mean, Mommy.”

“What, you can’t take it all of a sudden? Because you seem to love it when you’re being such a little slut.”

His face turned a vibrant shade of pink before Penelope cupped his jaw, leaving a heated kiss on his lips. He quickly returned it, parting his lips to give her more access. Slowly, she moved down to his neck, sucking lightly but careful not to leave marks and trailing one of her hands down all the way to the growing bulge in his pants. He whimpered as she palmed over the fabric put pulled away when she went to undo her belt. 

“Mommy!”, he gasped under his breath, “What if someone sees?”, they had kept their relationship under wraps and were planning to keep it that way for a while. 

“So you don’t wanna cum?”

“No!”

“No, you don’t want to cum? Ok, that’s fine.”

“No, I do want to cum! Please?!”

“Come here, then.”, she patted on her lap. He scrambled his way over to her, it was a bit of an awkward fit considering how much longer his legs were than hers, but neither of them minded. She actually undid his belt this time and he lifted his hips up slightly to allow her to pull his slacks and boxers down just enough to expose his cock. As soon as she grazed her fingers across his flushed tip he moaned out shamelessly. He really did try to hold it back, but he couldn’t help it. He always fell apart at the slightest touch from her. She swiped her thumb over his slit to collect the peads of precum, pumping her hand up and down slowly. 

“Mmf! Mommy!”

She hummed against his throat, “For someone who doesn’t want to get caught, you sure are being awfully loud, baby.”, she teased. 

“Can’t help it.”, he whined, “Feels t--too good!”, he yelped as she picked up the pace, just to be a little more wicked. Spencer ducked his head down, burying his face into her cleavage in an attempt to drown out his noises. She moved one of her hands to pull down the hem of her dress to give him more access. And feeling his hot breath, and vibrations of his moans against her skin was enough to have her soaking. 

“God, you’re such a good boy, Spencer.”, he bucked his hips up into her hand at the praise, “Do you want to cum now?”

He nodded frantically against her, “Words please, baby.”

“Yes! Please, please, let me cum!”

“Go ahead, sweetheart.”

“Oh, oh, oh! Mommy!”, he moaned out desperately, coating her hand in thick white ropes. Penelope put her fingers up to her mouth, sucking them clean and giving Spencer another sweet kiss. 

“Thank you, Penny.”, he smiled shyly. 

“You are oh-so very welcome, honey. You’ve been such a good boy these past days, helping me out.”

“Love you.”, he muttered.

“I love you too, Spence.”

[delos-mio]

Out Of The Woods - college!AU - PART 3

A/N: I’m partial to this chapter, but perhaps that’s just me. I’ve not gotten a lot of feedback on this series sooooo idk if I’m just sharing it for me at this point lol but I’m having fun and that’s what matters, right?! Anyways I’m always around for thoughts, feelings, questions!

Only an essay, a few chapters of reading, and a couple shifts at work separated you from your hang out with Nikolai. You found yourself wondering what he was up to, what made him smile that day, what he’d look like on top of you now. That last one tended to linger a minute before you violently shook it from your head. You hardly knew each other anymore, not to mention you had a boyfriend- you couldn’t let yourself start to fantasize about him like that. But he was so sweet and gentle, so sassy and smart. It didn’t hurt that he was still painfully handsome either.

You were sitting at work, more or less twiddling your thumbs, when you felt a buzzing against the white countertop of the receptionist desk you sat behind. When you looked at the screen, an unknown number appeared. You unlocked your phone and opened your texts. Seeing the first line preview made your heart leap into your throat immediately.

N: Hey it’s Nik. Just thought you should have my number too :)

Y: Hey there you glad you didn’t lose that paper

N: I could never! What are you up to?

Y: Just at work, pretty slow today so I’m kinda bored

N: Hopefully I can keep you a little company. Where do you work?

Y: John Richard Salon- it’s that one downtown across from that hot dog place

N: Oh yeah! Seen it a million times. Do you do hair? Is that a secret talent of yours?

Y: God no lol I’d be horrible at it. I don’t have the dexterity for it. I’m just their receptionist

N: “Just” please I’m sure you’re their best employee

You stopped to roll your eyes, but also couldn’t stop the heat from rising on your cheeks.

N: Do you like it?

Y: It’s pretty good for a low responsibility job- it pays the bills too so I’m not complaining

N: That always helps

Your name had been called from off to your side, making your head snap up and you locked eyes with Deja, who was easily your favorite coworker. “And just what has you smiling like an idiot? Hm?” she asked with a smirk and leaned across the counter from you.

“Remember that guy I was telling you about from the party?”

“Oh yeah, the one you fucked in high school?” she teased.

You let out a long sigh. “Well, he just texted me. We’re supposed to hang out on Friday,” you said confidently, raising your chin in her direction to show her there was nothing of consequence going on between you and Nikolai.

“Hang out. Is that what they’re calling it these days?” Deja looked at you with a raised eyebrow and you could only respond with a look of your own.

“Oh my god, shut up,” you laughed. “Seriously. We haven’t hung out in years and it’s nice to have someone to hang out with who knows me. And wants to hang out with me,” you added under your breath.

“Don’t tell me Matt is back on his bullshit…”

You simply raised your thumb and index finger just slightly apart, squinting at the space between them.

As you were catching her up on the last week, John walked over and flipped over the open sign, locking the glass door in front of him. You took that as your sign to help clean up so you could get out of there as soon as possible. The girls all pitched in, sweeping up the few stray clumps of hair on the old wooden floor and wiped down all the counters for the morning.

While you were on the bus for the short ride back to your apartment, you suddenly remembered the conversation you were having with Nikolai before you closed up shop. You cursed under your breath and pulled out your phone again, quickly thumbing a message back.

Y: Sorry! I got caught up closing

N: No sorry needed, you were at work after all

Y: lol I suppose that’s true. They don’t pay me to sit around and look pretty

N: They should

Y: Oh god lol stop

N: Have I told you that I’m really looking forward to Friday?

Y: No but I’m looking forward to it too

You had since made it home and crawled into bed, happy to finally be off your feet and talking to the boy who disarmed you with a single smile. For the next few hours, the two of you texted back and forth, mostly about classes and work, but you couldn’t stop yourself from occasionally flirting with Nikolai. You really needed to work on actively not doing that, but you allowed yourself one last evening of toying with him. When the clock rolled over to 1am, the lids of your eyes were beginning to grow heavy and a long yawn escaped from your lips.

Y: I think I’m going to fall asleep on you I’m sorry

N: Holy shit I didn’t realize it was so late

N: I should get to bed too. I have a presentation in the morning

Y: Don’t let me keep you up!

N: But darling that’s all I want ;)

N: Sweet dreams- I’ll see you Friday

Y: Goodnight Nik

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Friday finally came and you were nervous as you fixed your hair one last time in the wide bathroom mirror. You opted for tight jeans, a pretty low cut tank, and a zip up hoodie. There was no way you were going to just hang out at his house looking like you were ready for the club, but you still wanted to remind Nikolai that you were cute. Genya had already left for the night, so you weren’t able to have a second set of eyes give your outfit the final approval; you could really use the reassurance right about now. As you casually boosted your chest one more time, there was a light knock at the front door. You opened it to Nikolai in a skin-tight tee for your school and a light canvas jacket. His hair was perfectly disheveled and his jeans clung tight to his thick thighs. You caught him giving you a long onceover before giving you a wide smile.

“You look amazing,” he breathed out, pulling you in for a tight embrace. You let your hands wander over his broad back, exploring the pull of his muscles under his jacket.

“You don’t look so bad yourself,” you smirked as you pulled apart. You locked up behind you and let Nikolai walk you downstairs and out to his car.

“Pizza?” he asked, one hand low on your back, the other gesturing vaguely you assumed in the direction of the car.

“I thought you’d never ask,” you smiled from ear to ear. Immediately, you could see the tension leave Nikolai’s shoulders. As you stepped foot into the parking lot, the sky decided it was the perfect time to open up and unleashed a sheet of rain unlike any you’d had so far this fall. You yelped as it began to pour, throwing your hood over your head. Nikolai acted quickly and threw off his jacket, holding it high above your head to keep you dry as you both splashed quickly to his car. This gesture made your heart swell; you were starting to think Nikolai may be a real lift knight in shining armor. He opened your door and made sure you were out of the rain before joining you and whipping his soaked coat in the backseat. You were both laughing at the situation and he was visibly relieved that you took the whole hiccup in stride. “Let’s get fucking dry ,” you laughed and he needed no further request to set off in the direction of his apartment.

Nikolai actually didn’t live too far from you, you realized when he pulled up across the street from the brown duplex. It was still raining when you parked and you again sprinted to the front porch in a desperate attempt to stay a little dry. When you got close to the door, you realized that it was a lot louder inside than you thought it would be. Nikolai must have noticed too because his jaw immediately set, irritation flashing behind his hazel eyes.

“Fucking Aleks,” he muttered under his breath before pushing the door open. A large party was taking place, unbeknownst to Nikolai. There were people passing in front of them, a lively game of beer pong in process, and more than one person going through their cupboards. Nikolai gestured for you to head inside and he slammed the door shut behind him. “Do you mind waiting here for just one second? I have to talk to Aleks quick,” he asked quietly into your ear, his hand resting on the side of your face. You nodded and he gave you a small smile before setting off for the kitchen. Aleks was laughing against the fridge with a couple other guys, barely registering it when Nikolai was standing in front of him, arms crossed tight over his chest.

“Dude! I thought you said you were going to the baseball house!” Nikolai scolded.

“Nikolai! I’m so glad you’re here, man. No, we decided to have people over here instead. We’re always at the baseball house,” Aleks smiled, giving Nikolai a friendly punch to his shoulder; Nikolai didn’t budge an inch.

“I kinda had plans here tonight, remember?” he said through gritted teeth, giving a small nod back towards where you stood. Aleks’s face dropped as it all came back to him.

“I am so sorry man, I totally forgot.”

“Obviously,” Nikolai scoffed.

“I mean it. It slipped my mind. I’m really sorry dude.” It was hard for Nikolai to stay mad at Aleks for long, if at all. You saw Aleks give Nikolai a long hug, evidently sorting out whatever disagreement they just had. Nikolai made his way back to you, a little less high strung.

“C’mon,” he said and took your hand, leading you around the corner to a short hallway. He led you into a room and quietly shut the door behind you. The first thing that struck you was all of the maps and works in progress strewn across his desk and hanging on the walls. You walked around in awe and marveled at Nikolai’s decor. He had numerous prints of classic paintings and frescoes, almost all of them related to myths or historical events.

“Nikolai, this is amazing! It’s so,” your head was spinning as you looked at all of his art, “it’s incredible.” You turned back to him and he was right behind you, an amused smile pulling at his lips.

“I’m so sorry. I thought we’d be able to come and spend some time together without 80 other people.” He looked genuinely upset that he couldn’t follow through with his plan of having dinner and talking all night on the couch.

“Hey, it’s ok. We can still hang out. Why don’t we make an appearance, play a game of beer pong or whatever, and then we can watch a movie in here or something?” you offered. Nikolai’s face lifted a little at that and he lightly squeezed your hand, nodding his head in agreement. “I gotta get out of this hoodie, though. It’s fucking soaking,” you laughed.

You shed the wet garment and hung it carefully on the back of one of the chairs near you. Nikolai had changed out of his wet shirt as well; he must have moved in the blink of an eye because you didn’t even notice him switch clothes. When you looked at him again, his gaze was fixed on you, his expression hard to read. “What is it?” you finally asked with a nervous laugh as punctuation.

“You’re so pretty,” he said with a small smile. You looked down at yourself- your hair was a complete rat's nest, shirt and jeans soaked through, and though you hadn’t looked in a mirror you could feel your makeup was a mess too. And here he was, arguably the most handsome man you’d ever met, lost for words as you stood in front of him. You bit down on your bottom lip and shook your head before taking him by the hand and leading him back into the party.

Nikolai grabbed each of you a drink and you wandered together to the beer pong table where Aleks was taking his last shot with his partner. Aleks grinned when he saw the two of you walk up and declared he was playing you next after he ‘kicked their ass’. He sunk the last shot and whooped loudly, high-fiving with his partner. Nikolai took his place on the opposite end of the table with you and re-racked the cups.

“Sorry I’m about to embarrass you in front of your date, Nik,” Aleks smirked arrogantly. Nikolai only bounced the light ball against the table top, catching it swiftly on the back of his long fingers. He repeated the trick, unbothered by Aleks and his shit talking, also not correcting him that you were not in fact on a date.

“We’ll just see about that,” he laughed as his first shot sank directly into the front cup. You giggled with him and took a shot of your own, somehow making another shot. You’d played a few times before, but you didn’t consider yourself skilled by any means- certainly not as skilled as these boys. Nikolai was so proud of you, he threw his arm over your shoulder and pulled you into his side. “Good luck, man.”

Aleks was frustrated as his winning streak began to slip through his fingers. Nikolai was clearly the better player, which was making Aleks crazy, though he had also had about five more drinks than Nikolai. You only made one more shot after your beginner’s luck, but Nikolai didn’t mind at all. He happily carried your team and took care of the remaining cups, always encouraging you when you made a lousy toss. Before long, Nikolai was flicking his wrists high over his head like he was making a free throw and sinking the winning shot. The small crowd around the table cheered and Aleks grumpily crossed his arms. Nikolai gathered you in his arms and lifted you easily off the ground, spinning you with him as you celebrated your very first beer pong victory, all thanks to Nikolai.

“Better luck next time!” you taunted sarcastically and Aleks finally gave you a small smile. The next team in line took your spot and you slid back into the crowd undetected and back to Nikolai’s room. “I didn’t know you were good at every sport,” you teased before taking a seat on the edge of his bed.

“Is beer pong really a sport?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. He walked over to stand in front of you and ran his hand over your finally drying hair. “Movie time?”

“Yes,” you replied simply, possibly a little too quickly. Nikolai smiled at you before walking over to his bed. He pulled back the covers and crawled onto his side of the bed, patting the spot next to him, inviting you in. He had chosen some movie to put on evidently, but you truthfully didn’t notice what. You flicked off the lights and jumped in next to him with a smile. Nikolai laid out on his back and you curled up comfortably on his chest.

“I had a really good time tonight, rain storm and surprise party and all,” he said, his voice low in your ear.

“Me too,” you said with a smile, still distracted by the art on his walls. “What inspired your decor choices?”

Nikolai turned his head to look at the picture of the Minotaur over his desk. “As you know, I’m a history major,” he started. “My concentration is in classical studies, specifically the Hellenistic period.” He rolled his neck to face you again. “That’s actually my favorite myth.”

“You know, for being a creative writing major, my Greek mythology is a little rusty,” you prompted, leveling your most charming smile at Nikolai.

“Would you like me to regale you with the tale?” he asked with a dramatic flourish.

“I’m all ears, Mr. Lantsov,” you laughed, positioning yourself so you could rest your chin on your hands laying on his chest and gaze up at him.

“Alright. So, Minos had just become the ruler of the island of Crete, but was still in competition with his brother for power. He prayed to Poseidon to send him a sign of the god’s favor- a bright white bull. Minos was tasked to sacrifice the bull to honor Poseidon, but he was so enamored with the bull that he decided to keep him, believing Poseidon would accept an alternate sacrifice.” Nikolai absently petted your hair.

“But he didn’t?”

“He did not,” Nikolai laughed. “As punishment, Poseidon made Minos’ wife, Pasipahae, fall in love with the bull.”

“Such a Greek god thing to do.” You smiled up at him.

“Isn’t it?” Nikolai beamed back. “Pasiphae had the master craftsman Daedalus create a hollow, wooden cow for her to climb in so she could mate with the bull. And thus, the Minotaur was created. Pasiphae did her best to nurse and raise the Minotaur as a babe, but he grew too fast and became unruly. Minos consulted the oracle at Delphi on what to do, and as a result commissioned Daedalus to construct a gigantic labyrinth to house the Minotaur under the palace in Knossos.”

“Years go by, and one of Minos’ sons is killed by the Athenians, who I guess were jealous of a string of recent victories by the king. From here, there are a few versions on why Athens begins sending youths as tribute, but the most common is that Minos waged and won a war to avenge the death of his son. As the losers, Minos required the Athenians to send seven youths and seven maidens to be sent every seventh year to cast into the labyrinth to be consumed by the Minotaur.”

“The third sacrifice came around and the hero Theseus,” Nikolai started, contempt clear in his voice, “volunteered to go as a sacrifice to Crete to slay the Minotaur. He told his father, Aegeus, that he would put up a white sail when he came back home if he was successful, but would have the crew put up black sails if he was killed by the Minotaur. Once he was in Crete, Minos' daughter Ariadne fell head over heels for Theseus and helped him navigate the labyrinth. In most versions of the story, she gave him a ball of string so he could retrace his steps and a sword to slay the beast. Story goes that he killed the Minotaur and led the Athenians out of the labyrinth, sailing away with them and Ariadne away from Crete.”

“I’m gathering that you’re not a Theseus fan,” you said, eyes still trained on Nikolai’s face. “Why?”

“A number of reasons.” Nikolai paused, clearly deciding on how much he wanted to nerd out. “One being that on the way back to Athens, Theseus abandoned Ariadne on the island of Naxos. He forgot, however, to put up the white sail like he told his father he would. Aegeus saw the black-sailed ship approach and threw himself into the sea, presuming Theseus was dead. But doing so just secured the throne for Theseus. The other being that he murdered the Minotaur.”

“But didn’t the Minotaur kill a bunch of kids?”

“Or was he fed children after being abandoned by his mother, unaware of any other way to live? I don’t subscribe to the idea that the Minotaur is a monster. There’s also quite a bit of evidence that suggests Ariadne saw him as a brother, having to make the impossible choice of her ‘abomination’ of a brother and a man who had convinced her he was in love with her.” Nikolai spoke with such passion and knowledge that it made your stomach tighten. This was a Nikolai not many got to see, a Nikolai you wanted to hold and kiss and laugh with. Fuck, you were in so far over your head.

He’d never been more attractive to you than in that moment. The light from the TV dancing on his perfect cheekbones, his hazel eyes dark as he spoke. “I don’t know. I have a soft spot for him. I feel like the Minotaur got a raw deal.”

“Well, you’ve made me a believer,” you smiled and the way Nickolai beamed back at you made the heat rise in your chest.

“You should stay here tonight.”

“Nik,” you sighed, rolling off him. “You know I can’t do that.” He had no idea how badly you wanted to just scream out ‘yes’.

“I know, I know,” he conceded, staring straight up at the ceiling. “Really wish you could, though.”

“Someday.”

“Is that a promise?” he asked with an arched eyebrow.

“I’m not the oracle at Delphi,” you said over your shoulder, making him snort. “I can’t tell the future.”

TAGGED: @agentsofsheilds

[nari-nim]

watermelon sugar high (M)

Treasure Jihoon x Y/N

You pay Jihoon’s dorm a visit, bearing a few gifts to celebrate a break in his promotions. When your time gets interrupted by a phone call, dom!Jihoon takes advantage of the situation to tease sub!fem!reader until you cannot take it anymore.

warnings: smut, dom/sub themes, intense foreplay, exhibitionism, orgasm denial, corruption and strength kinks, mentions of bondage 

word count: 2.2k

“Thank you, y/n. You’re the best!” Junkyu crowed, eagerly stabbing the straw into his cup of watermelon juice. Jihoon chuckled as a few members chorused in agreement. 

“She is, isn’t she?” Jihoon cooed, moving his arm from around your shoulder to rub small circles on your waist.

“Please just drink yours before all the ice melts.” You gently swatted at his shoulder, earning his trademark eye smile in return. Jihoon made kissy faces at you while waving a tissue as his makeshift white flag. You laughed and made a gagging noise in return, earning a symphony of “oohs.” But before Jihoon could make a sassy retort, your phone rang.

“Sorry guys, give me a minute,” you said, glancing apologetically over at Jihoon, whose eyes were already on yours. A soft pout slowly took over his gentle, loving expression. This wasn’t the first time your friend had called you in the middle of your time together, but Jihoon always understood. 

By way your expression changed, Jihoon knew that he wasn’t the only one slightly put off by the interruption. But I can make this fun, Jihoon thought, biting his lips in anticipation. After blurting some quick excuse, he followed you into his room. You smiled at him in question when he shut the door behind him. Jihoon shrugged his shoulders cutely in response and mouthed “cuddles.”

Innocent enough. 

If it weren’t for the show of taking off his sweater in a swift motion, to briefly (and purposely) reveal his lower stomach and boxer hem. Or the way he then adjusted his shirt underneath to made sure you could see how it clung to his frame.

Your mouth felt a little dry, but you pushed aside those very unholy thoughts and crawled into his outstretched arms. While your friend started telling you about the interview she just crushed, you found yourself slowly tuning her out as you snuggled up against Jihoon. It wasn’t that her tales weren’t interesting, it was how you somehow always forgot how truly fit Jihoon is until your run your hand across his chest like you are now. Something about the way his abs felt through the soft T-Shirt started a numbing sensation near the bottom of your stomach. Suddenly, all you could think about was how scandalous it would be if you interrupted her riveting tale of the resume review with sounds of Jihoon slapping your ass while driving into you, drawing out your most sinful moans.

You close your eyes and buried your face into his chest, taking in the smell of fresh laundry and a small splash of your favorite cologne, to force yourself to calm down. Little did you know, Jihoon was suppressing a cheeky grin. He guided you to face away from him and towards the mirror across his room. He held you on his lap in a warm embrace, winking at your reflection before burrowing his face into the crook of your neck. His lips, still cold from the watermelon juice, sent chills down your spine as he pressed slow, open-mouthed kisses against the spot right below your ear.

“Yeah, that’s amazing,” you replied to your friend, clearing your throat to try to ignore the effect Jihoon has on you. You unconsciously shift a little, because god that tingling sensation between your legs was getting so hard to ignore. The movement slightly lifted your shirt, allowing Jihoon’s fingertips to accidentally graze on the lace fringe of your panties peaking out of your shorts. His fingertips felt hot on your stomach as you both freeze. You felt him stiffen underneath you, and your breath hitched.

Oh my god, you internally groan. This wasn’t how he was supposed to see what you were planning on revealing later that night (in another setting that’s NOT the damn dorm room with minors down the hall). Jihoon bought you this pair because it reminds him of that particular night when he tied you against your headboard with lacy ribbons, and then mercilessly ate you out again and again, until the ribbons left marks on your wrists. He’s sentimental like that. 

Shyly, you peaked at the mirror to see his face. Your eyes widened at the sight. Jihoon’s hooded eyes bore into yours as he slowly ran his tongue across his parted lips. Normally, he would have thrown you against some surface and taken you right then and there until you all you could do was scream his name incoherently. But you knew that cocky smirk only meant he had other ideas in mind. You bit your lip, curious where Jihoon was taking this.

“Y/n? You there?” Your friend asked, noticing the silence. Oh, if only she could hear your thoughts.  

You felt him move his head against yours, signaling you to look into mirror and at his dark expression. He nodded at you pointedly. You gulped, and took a shaky breath. “Yes— yes. What did the guy say-”

You quickly cut yourself off because Jihoon use the very moment you started speaking to moved his hands up from your panties and under your shirt to press his palms against your clothed breasts. You threw your head back at the feeling of his hands pleasuring your hardened nipples through the thin fabric. That sensation always leaves you reeling and he knows that. It took you everything to hold back a whine. So instead you pressed your lips together and mumbled some affirmative response to your friend. Jihoon’s hands push aside the bralette to fit your nipples in the valley between his index and middle fingers as he continued to massage your boobs. Instinctively, you moved the phone as far away as your arm would allow and let out a low whimper. 

Wrong move. Jihoon grabbed your outreached hand and yanked the phone back next to your ear. In the other, he hissed, “You wouldn’t want to stop the call now would you, babygirl?”  

You shook your head frantically, biting back whimpers at the pet name. 

“That’s what I thought.”

Jihoon used the pause to sit you on top of his right thigh so he could take off your top. You couldn’t help but start rocking gently against the toned muscles. He grabbed your waist and stilled you, growling “behave” into your ear. Obediently, you stopped as he tossed your shirt across the bed. 

“Good girl,” Jihoon praised. As a reward, Jihoon swiped his fingers across your parted lips, and slid his index in. Grateful for some form of purchase, you eagerly hallowed your cheeks and sucked on his finger, coating his digit with your tongue. He admired the glazed look in your eyes, the dark blush coloring your cheeks, and the desperate ‘o’ formed around his now two fingers. 

No one, Jihoon mused, would ever see you like this past your seemingly innocent facade. At that thought, he realized just how impatient he was getting. His hard on throbbed in agreement. So to help the both of you out, Jihoon reached over to enable speakerphone to tell your friend how you had to go. 

You almost cried out in relief, because this means you can end this torture and grab his shirt and— 

The speakerphone kicked in just in time for him to hear your friend say, “So what do you think I should do?”

On a second thought, Jihoon mused, Maybe not.

Fuck, you internally screamed.

Jihoon could tell you knew exactly what was going through his mind from the little gasp that escaped your lips. His subsequent realization that you were still going to listen to him despite the increasingly wet spot seeping through his grey sweats almost made him groan. As you collected your breath to start answering, he quickly pulled down your shorts to reveal the damp, pretty little thing you wore underneath. Now he groaned. You looked ravishing.

“You good, y/n? You sound kinda breathless.”

This was getting too much for you to handle. You wanted to follow Jihoon’s instructions, but you needed to hang up on her. Through your lightheadedness, you reasoned that she would understand. Understand the way you could feel Jihoon’s dick pressing against you, promising everything you can’t have at the moment. Understand the way his eyes were practically fucking you through your lingerie made your walls clench around nothing and how that frustrated you to no end. 

“You know what? No, I actually really need to go. I’m—”

Jihoon chose this movement to press his palm against your clothed core, rubbing a gentle circle before slipping past the lace and using his middle and ring fingers to rub into your clit. Hard.

You moaned. Loud.

That was it. Face aflame, you tore out of Jihoon’s lap and to the safety of his desk. You profusely apologized into the phone, hung up without letting her reply, and slammed your phone down.

“You can’t-“ you cried, whipping around. Jihoon didn’t let you finish. He slammed his right hand against the wall, trapping you between the desk and his now shirtless torso. His left hand pressed the back of your neck into a searing kiss. You moaned, the longing finally over. He tasted like the watermelon juice--sugary, sweet, and ever so nice. His lips molded into yours, swallowing the sigh of relief as you brought your hands up to run through his golden locks. Jihoon grunted as you tugged, the sound making your knees rubber. He responded by pressing his lips harder into yours. You grasped onto his shoulders for support to return the deepened kiss with gusto. You whimpered as his tongue swirled into your mouth, circling against your tongue and muffling your strings of moans.

You had to feel more of him. Jihoon must’ve felt you tense because he readily caught you as you jumped up to latch your body to his, wrapping your limbs around him. His biceps bulged as he moved an arm from the bottom of your thighs to feel up your ass as he pressed you against the wall. You grinded against his dick, now barely contained by his briefs, seeking release from the relentless teasing earlier. Jihoon compiled to your pleasant surprise, moving his hips in rhythm to yours. You gasped and panted as you started to reach your high.  

Just as you started to see stars, Jihoon broke off the heated kiss and lifted you away from him. It felt illegal—how strong his is, how he was able to man handle you like that, how needy you were.  

“Tell me,” he panted. “What can’t I do?”

You whined, wanting more of him. In the spur of the moment, you forgot how Jihoon never forgets talking back. You shook your head in frustration and tried to press back against him. Your mistake. Jihoon pulled back further and he slammed your back into the wall. His hand shot up to grab your chin, fingers pressing into your cheek. He leaned in, his lips ghosting against yours. “You need to use your words, you little slut. What. Can’t. I. Do.”

You let out a strangled cry, now more deprived than ever. “Nothing, Jihoon. I’m yours, yours, all yours.”

Tears prickled up in your eyes. You were so desperate for him. It’s been weeks since he last touched you like this, and he knew how to push your buttons almost too well. You were not a stranger to edging thanks to Jihoon, but the pain of denial was quickly onsetting and you just needed him so badly.

Jihoon eyes widened a little, not expecting the tears already. He grip on your loosened ever so slightly. “Color?”

You took a shaky breath. “Yellow.”

“Please,” you continued, breathing hard. “Please, Jihoon. Please just fuck me.”

He rested this forehead against yours for a second as if to gather himself. He leaned down and pressed a kiss on your shoulder before taking a step back.

“On the bed, now.”

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author’s note: AHH! This is my first fanfic I ever wrote so I would appreciate any reshares and support! Let me know what you think! I’m kinda nervous to be on here without any familiar networks, so please feel free to request, submit any hard/soft asks, and send a message! I wanna be friends/am looking for some people to show me the ropes around here :) 

[amiwritesthings]

title: should have known better

pairing/characters: demon!dean winchester/claire novak

rating: 18+

Tags/Warnings/Advertising: extremely dubious consent, smut, age difference, size difference, size kink, fighting, a little blood, mild choking, spanking, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, name-calling/degradation, biting, comeplay, multiple orgasms

Word Count: 4,675

Created for: @j3bingo - Square "Fuck off."

link to ao3

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The bar is almost empty when Claire enters which suits her just fine. If the demon is here, it’ll be so much easier to lure it outside without an audience.

She scans the room, and she huffs a laugh when her eyes land on the lone figure at the bar, broad back, dirty blond hair, red shirt. Figures one, if not both, of them would be involved in this hunt.

She walks over, slides onto the empty barstool next to him. “Little past your bed time, isn’t it, old man?” she quips by way of greeting as she bumps her shoulder against Dean’s.

Dean takes another deliberate pull from his beer before setting the bottle down and slowly turning his head to look at her. His eyes rove over her face, dip down to the tight fit of her tank top for a second.

“Could say the same for you, little girl,” he finally drawls when he brings his gaze back up, tongue darting out to flick over his lips. “Whatcha doin’ here, Claire?”

She shrugs, leans in to steal his beer. He just raises an eyebrow at her, but she can feel his eyes on her, burning a hot trail down her throat when she tips her head back to empty the bottle. Her skin prickles, with what she’s not sure.

“Hunting,” she answers as she pointedly slides the empty bottle back to him.

“Oh yeah?” Dean sounds amused, eyes glinting with humor and something else she can’t quite place, and part of her bristles.

“Yeah,” she says, “a demon. Real nasty son of a bitch, too.”

Dean hums in response, takes a moment to give her another once-over. She crosses her arms over her chest on instinct, pulls the flannel tighter around herself.

“So I’ve heard,” Dean says, shaking his head at the bartender when he asks if they want another round. He jerks his chin at the guy, and the bartender glances at her before giving a nod and disappearing out of the side door at the end of the bar. There’s no one left but them.

“So whatcha gonna do when you find this demon, huh?” Dean turns in his seat, straightens, faces her fully, and even seated Claire can’t help but feel small. She shrugs, nonchalant.

“Exorcise it. Send the thing back to where it came from. I’m surprised you haven’t managed to yet. Really losing a step there, Dean.”

There’s a smirk pulling at his lips, eyes dancing dangerously. She startles, just a bit, when his hand suddenly comes up to brush a strand of hair out of her face with the index finger. His eyes are burning into hers and she swallows nervously, shifts in her seat.

There’s something off about the intensity in his face, that expression that looks like he wants to have her for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

She’s about to move, get to her feet, when his fingers take hold of her chin, digging in hard enough to hurt, forcing her to look at him.

“Where do you think you’re going, princess?”

She opens her mouth for a sassy retort but all that comes out is a gasp as she watches Dean’s eyes go black, demon black.

“Get out of him,” she manages to get out through the vice-like grip he still has on her jaw, and she hates herself for how weak and fearful it sounds, the tremor in her voice that betrays the determination in her eyes.

He smiles, all teeth and unfamiliar snarl of his lips, tilts his head to the side, considering. “You got it all wrong, darling. I’m not possessed, this is all me,” he drawls, deliberate, leaning in so close that she can smell the sour stench of beer on his breath, gets an intimate view of the endless black of his eyes.

It can’t be, Claire thinks, he’s lying. Demons lie.

The grip on her face eases and she flexes her jaw a couple of times to ease the pain, watches warily as Dean pushes to his feet, towering over her.

It’s Dean, in there somewhere, she reassures herself, even as her heart skips in her chest, pulse rabbiting loudly in her ears, the black of his eyes still haunting her, he’s not going to hurt her.

“The things I wanna do to you, princess, you can’t even imagine.” He rubs his hand down his jaw, drags a thumb over his own lip. “Tried to be appropriate before, you know? ‘Be a mentor, don’t take advantage’,” the demon mimics – Dean, himself, she doesn’t even know at this point.

Her blood runs cold when he steps close to her again, right into her space, lifts her chin with a single finger to make her look into his eyes. They are back to green now, but still dancing with sadistic joy, and she shivers when they drop to focus on her mouth.

“But now-,” he says, quietly, and she can feel his hot breath on her skin with how close he is. She tries to turn her away, but he won’t let her, fingers digging in either side of her chin again. “-nothing’s stopping me.”

His head dips and there’s a surge of panic, pure adrenaline flooding her system. He reels back when her forehead connects hard with the bridge of his nose and Claire uses the little space it creates to slide out of her seat and run, throbbing in her head be damned.

She can hear him laugh behind her as she weaves between the tables and she almost makes it to the door before he cuts her off, his big frame blocking her way.

“Feisty,” he says, a little nasally, his hand going to his nose. “I like it. It’s just gonna make me enjoy this so much more.”

She glances at the door again, calculating her chances and quickly realizing the odds are against her. She has to take two, if not three, steps to match one of his, and there’s no way he’s going to let her get anywhere close to the exit if the black of his eyes is any indication.

Claire grounds herself into her stance, like Dean had taught her, and he barks a laugh, rolls his shoulders back as he bounces on his heels.

“You wanna fight, little one? Come on then.” He crooks two fingers in a come-hither motion and Claire can’t help a snarl, her lip curling, as anger surges.

She takes a couple of steps around the table between them, keeping light on her feet, her mind racing a mile a minute to try to figure out the best plan of attack.

He’s loose, not even bothering to get his hands all the way up to block anything, grins at her with glee, and she bristles. She might be small, but she’s still taken out her fair share of monsters, alone, without help. She keeps carefully out of his reaching distance, hands up.

“What? All bark, no bite?” he taunts, and when he swings at her, it’s sloppy, telegraphing from miles away and it’s almost too easy for her to duck and get in close for a sucker punch to his kidney, get away behind him.

He doubles over, sucks in a breath and Claire quickly scans her surrounding, grabs for the nearest chair. She puts all her strength behind it, swings for Dean with the chair and it hits his side, shoulder, just as he turns. It splinters into pieces and Dean- Claire growls in frustration when Dean laughs, like it didn’t even hurt, like this is fun.

He brushes splintered wood off his sleeve, and Claire uses the opportunity to dash back to the bar, grab for the empty bottle, smash it against the edge of the counter. He’s almost at her back when she turns, broken bottle out in front of her and he backs up, if only a step or two, smirk still on his face, arms out to his sides. “Alright, princess. Come one. Go for it, free shot.”

Claire is shaking, with nerves and adrenaline, her knuckles going white around the neck of the bottle. He’s just watching her, waiting, raising an eyebrow at her when she doesn’t move and her muscles curl tight. Dean doesn’t even flinch when she lunges, sharp edges ahead.

Don’t lunge at a taller opponent, her mind screams, too late, in a voice that sounds too much like Dean’s.

He catches her wrist easily, twists cruelly, and she loses her grip on the bottle before she’s even close enough to hurt him. She bites her lip to stifle the cry that wants to escape, struggles with everything she has when he easily spins her and pulls her into his body, arms like a vice around her.

“You know what, it’s your lucky day, Claire,” he says, right against her ear and she stiffens at the closeness. “You admit to me you’re afraid and that you want me let you go, I’ll let you go, free pass.”

She squirms when his teeth nip at her earlobe, stubble rasps against her neck. The words are at the tip of her tongue, begging to be said, her heart racing.

“Hm?” he prompts again, and she kicks at him, gets him squarely in the shin, can’t help a grin when he hisses.

“Guess that’s a no then, huh, princess? Too proud to admit you’re scared, baby girl?”

She tries to kick again but they’re flush by now, so close together there’s no room, and she freezes when he grinds up against her. He’s- Dean- no, not Dean, the demon- he’s hard against her back, and she renews her struggles but all it gets her is a dark chuckle against the shell of her ear.

“C’mon now, Claire, don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it,” he breathes, and she shivers, just as much from the words as the ghost of his breath over her skin.

“You may act tough, little huntress,” his lips brush her temple, and she tries to turn her face away to no avail, “but beneath it all you’re just a slut looking to be fucked like all the others.”

She swallows against the panic rising in her throat, tries to think of a clever comeback, but all she does is shudder, from fear, from- no, it’s fear, she’s pretty sure.

“Ain’t that right, princess? Look at you already shaking in your boots.”

He groans softly in her ear when she tries to struggle again and inadvertently pushes back into his hard dick. “Bet you’re already dripping for me, huh? Just waiting for me to-”

Claire interrupts him with a frustrated cry of his name, her body finally going slack against Dean’s.

“You don’t have to do this, please, Dean-,” she tries, pleading, already knowing the answer.

“You know the magic words, princess, just say them and you can go.”

It’s tempting, right about now, but she’d be damned if she admitted defeat now. For all she knows, he’d just go and do whatever he pleases anyway. Demons lie. And she’s not going to give him the satisfaction.

“Yeah, I didn’t think so.” His arms around her loosen but she doesn’t have the chance to break away before she’s manhandled to face him, her back digging into the edge of the counter, his body looming over hers, hands either side of her.

“Just do what you gotta do, get this over with,” she spits, sounding way more confident than she feels, as she rubs her wrists, finally free of his bruising grip.

It’s unsettling, the way he just looks at her, hungry, silent. Her body vibrates with the awareness of how his eyes keep dipping to her mouth and she steels herself for what she knows is about to happen.

She can handle this, it’s just Dean, underneath it all, and she trustsDean, with her body, with her life, with- she makes a soft noise in the back of her throat when his mouth presses to hers, hot, demanding, biting at her lip, nipping his way inside.

And suddenly she finds she doesn’t know what to do with her hands, curls and uncurls her fingers at her side, then brings them up to his chest on instinct, to push him away, but he doesn’t budge, not an inch.

His fingers tangle in her hair, tug none-too-gently, and it makes her scalp sting. She bites the tip of his tongue in retaliation, and he draws away with a small hiss, leaving her with the metallic taste of blood in her mouth.

Dean’s eyes go black as he growls and that spike of fear is back again, making her body shake when he hauls her in, till they’re flush, the bulge of his erection pressing into her lower belly. He licks a sticky-wet stripe up her neck, whispers “naughty, Claire,” into her ear, low and dirty, grinds into her with a groan.

And as much as Claire hates it, her thighs still clench in response, fear and adrenaline mixing in her blood to a low thrum of something she refuses to name, even as she turns her face away to avoid his lips on hers again.

She gasps when his hand closes over her neck, long fingers spanning over the vulnerable expanse of her throat, fingertips digging into her jaw, forcing her to look at him.

“I’m going to wreck you, little one,” he promises as his fingers squeeze lightly, making it just a bit harder to breathe. And God knows, she should try to struggle, get away, but she looks Dean straight in the eye instead, presses her hips forward into him.

“Do it, then, Dean,” she breathes out against the resistance of his hand, defiance in her eyes. He’s not going to kill her, she’s ninety percent sure.

He cocks his head, considering, and she trembles when his fingers flex against her throat, anticipation mixing with the trepidation.

She exhales sharply when his other hand skirts down from her shoulder, trails the edge of her tank top, teasingly, before Dean palms her breast, thumbing at her nipple through the soft cotton. He chuckles when it pebbles under his touch, a smug sound that makes her hackles rise.

Still, Claire arches into the sensation, bows her back as much as she can, her head tipping back, makes it look good.

“Just a little slut after all,” he muses, more to himself than to her, his fingers tightening on her jaw when he brings her back in for a kiss. She lets him this time, lets his tongue plunder her mouth, trace her teeth. He tastes like beer and whiskey and still a little like blood and Claire wishes the little whimper that escapes her when he pulls away was just for show.

She can feel him smile, smirk, against her skin where he’s trailing wet-hot kisses down her neck, his hand finally dropping away from her throat to curve over her hip, run down to cup her ass.

Her hands fly to his shoulders when he lifts her without warning, both hands on her ass now, palming her, pressing her closer into his body. She bites her lip when he settles her right against his hard dick, grinding up into her once, twice with a pleasured groan.

It’s going to be a tight fit, Claire thinks, half-worried, half- no, she’s not giving him the satisfaction.

She twists her hands sharply into his hair, the strands longer and easier to grip than usual, dips her head to lick the swell of his lower lip, until he opens, lets her take what she wants.

She’s dimly aware that he’s moving, walking them somewhere, fingers kneading her ass, and she feels light-headed when they separate and Dean drops her onto – she blinks through the haze on her brain, licks her lips – the edge of the pool table, the felt rough underneath her palms.

He’s grinning again, eyes green now, but pupils blown wide, and she realizes only belatedly that he’s undoing her jeans, button, zipper, fingertips ghosting over the cotton panties underneath.

Part of her wants to stop him, the part that makes her squirm, tense her thighs.

He clucks his tongue in disapproval, one big hand coming down on her inner thigh to keep her leg splayed to the side.

“No going back now, princess,” he says lowly, and Claire shivers but straightens and drops her hands to the buckle of his belt anyway. The metal clinks as she undoes it with unsteady hands, and he draws in a sharp breath above her when she cups him through the denim.

“Wasn’t planning to,” she says, breathlessly, as she starts to work on the button. A groan rumbles up in his chest, and he stills her a moment later, makes her lean back so she has to put her hands back on the table to support herself.

“Up,” he orders as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of her jeans and she barely manages to lift her hips before he’s tugging, sliding the jeans down her legs, taking her panties right with them. They tangle around her ankles and Dean growls in frustration when it stops him from spreading her thighs.

He roughly pulls off one boot, laces barely undone, frees one leg, a satisfied grin pulling his lips wide when his hands return to her thighs.

She feels exposed, nerves fluttering like butterflies in her stomach at how dark his eyes are, how hungry when he looks at her. She jerks, in surprise and pleasure, when he brushes her clit, softly at first and then with more pressure. “So sensitive, princess,” he goads and God, she wants to say something snarky, she really does, but all she manages is a breathy whine.

Her world shifts again, suddenly, as he lifts and turns her, gets her belly down on the table, his hand running appreciatively down her back. He pushes at her flannel and tank top, rucks them up to expose more skin.

Her body tenses when he palms her ass again, uses his grip to pull her wide, enjoying the view. “Get on with it,” she grits out and he smacks her ass for it, flat palm stinging against her skin.

“So impatient,” he chuckles, and she jumps when a finger trails down into her folds without warning. The pad of a finger presses against her opening, slick, despite the situation, and he teases, for long, long moments, before he finally dips one finger into her.

And Claire, she’s not a virgin, but she quickly realizes that one of Dean’s fingers feels almost as thick as two of her previous boyfriend did.

She bites her lip to hold back a moan when his finger curls inside her with precision, making her hips jerk back into him.

The finger is gone a moment later, and Dean hums, lips smacking with a pleased groan. “Taste so sweet, princess.”

She feels her cheeks heat at the words, at the realization that he- she never gets to finish her thought when two fingers sink into her without preamble, pumping steadily, and she tries to hide her face, the flaming blush that comes with the obscene squelch of his fingers through her slick.

“Mmmh, so wet for me, aren’t you? How long you been thinking about this, huh? Thinking about me fucking you like the good, little slut you are?”

Claire grits her teeth, can’t keep her hips from pushing back. She makes an indignant noise when the finger suddenly still, resting just inside her opening.

“How long, Claire?” he prompts, and Claire mewls softly; she can feel the flush spreading down her neck and chest. She clenches around his fingers, gets a smack to her ass in return. “Answer me.”

She wets her lips, the felt of the pool table rough against her cheek.

“Long enough,” she finally bites out and is rewarded with the deep plunge of his fingers, the pleasure curling low in her belly at the fullness.

The peak of pleasure hits her out of nowhere, body going taut with an airless gasp as she clenches around his fingers, and he groans, low and throaty, sending her shivering through an aftershock when his fingers curl up into her once more.

Something close to a sob escapes her lips when he pulls out, and she can feel herself clenching on nothing. There’s the clink of the belt buckle and then only the rustling of denim.

She can feel her heartbeat in her throat, can taste the blend of anticipation and still the slightest hint of fear in her mouth.

He groans softly, and then comes the sound of skin against skin, wet, and she trembles with mortification when she realizes he’s spreading her slick all over himself.

She pushes up onto her elbows, the curiosity, the urge to see too strong, but he unceremoniously pushes her back down with a hand between her shoulder blades.

She expects him to say something, to snark at her about being a slut, but he remains silent, the only noise a rush of air when he finally presses into her.

“Holy shit,” Claire gasps, scrambling up onto her toes, at the pressure, the feeling of the thick head splitting her open. “Dean,” she breathes, almost a plea, “oh my god, I can’t-”

He’s unrelenting, coaxing her soft and open to accept him with little thrusts, impatient, the slick slide of flesh echoing loudly in the empty room. “C’mon, princess, just a little more,” Dean cajoles, groaning loudly when her body gives and he finally sinks in further, “there we go.”

Claire thinks she maybe forgets how to breathe for a second when he slides in to the hilt, the fullness and the stretch almost too much, muscles fluttering against the intrusion.

Dean churns his hips, grinds in impossibly deeper, and Claire moans brokenly when she feels his finger trace where she’s stretched open around him.

“Look at that,” he laughs breathlessly, pulling out just an inch before fucking back in a snap of his hips that sends her all the way up onto her tip toes, her feet almost leaving the ground, “the little slut that could.”

“Shut up,” Claire says weakly, her back arching when he drags almost all the way out just to sink back in without missing a beat.

She scrambles for purchase on the pool table, finds none. Dean’s fingers are digging into her hips bruisingly tight, pushing and pulling her to his liking, as he strokes into her long and deep – so fucking deep – and Claire whimpers as he bottoms out again.

She clenches around him, on purpose, as much as the stretched muscles allow, feels his rhythm falter for a moment. He fucks up into her that much harder on the next stroke, his body bending over hers. He brushes her hair out of her face, out of his way, mouths hotly down her neck, with the slightest hint of teeth. “So tight, Claire,” he growls into her ear, “gonna feel me for days.”

There’s no doubt in her mind that she will.

“C’mon,” she urges, voice thin, and when she tightens around him again, his teeth dig sharply into the nape of her neck as he sets a punishing pace.

She cries out, from the sting of teeth, the building pressure in her abdomen, curling tighter and tighter with every snap of his hips.

She’s going to come like this, she realizes, hanging off Dean's dick like a ragdoll, with his teeth in her shoulder and his filthy whispers in her ear.

She feels her toes curl, the pleasure building and building until she pulses around him, lips parting in a gasp as she trembles through her orgasm, vision going white for a few moments.

“That’s it, princess,” he praises, letting her orgasm ripple over him before he starts moving again, and Claire groans weakly, exhausted, oversensitive and still so full.

His pace is slower now, dragging all up inside her with every stroke and she shivers against him, tries to clench, get him to hurry up.

“Think you can give me one more?” Dean asks, all sweet and soft, like he cares, but when Claire turns her head, his eyes are black, demon black, a nasty grin on his face. She shakes her head weakly, hides her face into the crook of her elbow with a soft whine.

She jerks when a calloused finger circles her clit, and Dean groans above her. “C’mon princess, one more.”

He’s merciless, dick stroking, finger rubbing, and Claire thinks, this is it, fucked to death by a demon and I don’t even hate it, as the tension keeps building, coiling her body tighter and tighter, and finally Dean’s hips stutter into her, rhythm shot, as the tension in her snaps like a rubber band, sending her tumbling over the edge again. He pulls out with a curse, and she feels her insides flutter at the sudden emptiness, her hipbones digging into the edge of the table now that her feet touch the floor again.

The wet slide of flesh-on-flesh echoes loudly in her ears, and God, how is he still not done.

She tries to move, rubbery legs and all, but finds herself pushed back down almost immediately, Dean’s hand pushing her clothes further up her back. Dean’s breath hitches, and the wet noises stop, start again, like it’s too much for him, too, and Claire wiggles her ass with the last strength she can muster.

Dean groans, low and guttural, and Claire feels the first warm spurt of come on her skin, on her lower back, another, and more on her ass. She can feel it pool where spine dips, trickle down from her ass to where’s she soft and broken open. Dean hums contently behind her, a blissed-out sound, and then his fingers are on her again, rubbing the mess he's made into her skin.

And if she had any strength left, Claire would complain, make some smartass comment. As is, she lets Dean touch her, do as he pleases.

Now that the last waves of bliss are slowly dissipating, she can feel the aches set it, her sore muscles, the sting of the bite mark on her shoulder, the bruises she’s sure will be blossoming in dark blues and purples on her hips come morning.

She startles when he slaps her ass, and she pushes to her elbows. Her legs are shaking, as she tries to stand, and she steadies herself on the table. Claire grimaces when her shirts fall down her back, over the sticky-wet mess on her skin. Behind her, there’s the clink of a belt buckle and she slowly turns, watches as Dean rights his red shirt, runs a hand through his sweaty hair.

He lets his eyes travel down her body, from her messy hair right down to her panties and jeans still twisted inelegantly around one ankle. Dean smirks, wipes his thumb over his lip. “Been a pleasure, princess. You know where to find me if you want more.”

Her thighs clench, involuntary, and she narrows her eyes at him.

“Just fuck off, demon.”

It comes out only half as pissed-off as intended and Dean laughs, throws his head back with it, but turns to leave just the same, his hand coming up in a mockery of a wave.

Claire releases a shaky breath when the door falls shut behind him, wobbles on one foot to get back into her pants. She’s going to be so sore tomorrow; she can already feel it.

She fishes out her phone from the front pocket of her jeans, the screen cracked but still functional. She scrolls through her contacts; hits dial as she settles gingerly against the edge of the pool table.

It only takes a few rings for her call to be answered and she tries to keep her voice as steady as possible as she says “Sam, we need to talk about Dean.”

[missamyrisa2]

Hi, I wonder how you would tickle a girl who’s been a literal brat with you all day and who kept making you flustered by poking and squeezing you, tapping on purpose on her belt while you’re near, just to get you bothered

Ps : I looove you Amyyyy !

"Mmmmmmhhh~~ okayyy okay soo I was figuring this particular taunting tease would come sooner or later and now it's here and I'm going to absolutely tickle wreckle you to giggling whimpering wanting madness for that~~" I casually remark as my face is buried in a deep shade of blushing pink. Few things set me off worse than someone knowing about that particular kink and knowing exactly how to tease me so wickedly about it ~ and especially when it is mixed and blended so easily with tickling ~ every tap, every glance I chance looking over at your hot thick belt when you touch it makes me quiver with a silly squeaking giggle ~ it's like a circle of feathers drawn by tiny ticklers dancing around my trembling tummy. And then those pokes and squeezes set me off every time. My fingers twitch and itch, wanting to get back at you and I'm continuously disarmed by another poke, another tap, even just a glance over to see it and your sassy smile.

But thenn~ "ah ha~ that's what I thought~" I wait until you have an opening, and my fingers magnetize ~ energize ~ they spool up for tickles and then I'm upon you, going for the underarms first. It's an obvious ploy but few can resist. I chuckle knowingly when you try to trap my wiggly tickly fingers only to have them slip down and attack your ribs with scribbly strokes ~ "mmmhmm tickly ribs~ c'mon teasy girl, tease me noww~ where's that sass huh? Where's your sass? Is it hereee? Maybe down heeere? Tickle tickle!" My spidering nails drift down and spread along your bouncy belly ~ my face explodes in blush when I get to ~that~ area but I fight it by redoubling my featherlight touches, tracing your waist back and forth from hip to hip~ "Let's see you sass now you silly sassafras~" I snicker down, slipping my index fingers into your waistline of your bottoms to dig at your hips "Yeahhhh hip dip ticklesss~~!" I keep on that hot spot, sliding my fingers in and out of your bottoms until I have you completely wiggly melted and sensitive to every tease~

"Coochie coochie coooochieee~" I start taunting, wiggling my fingers over you. I snatch the bottom of your top and start lifting with a smirk. "cooochie cooochie coooochieee~ this is mine nowwww~" I sing, taking away your shirt and tossing it over my shoulder. I lean down and plant a loving kiss at your neck, brushing my lips back and forth and nibbling up to your ear. "You're mine, sassy girl ~ no escape for you nowww~" I taunt, my fingers manically attacking your now-bare upper body as I still kiss and coo in your ear~ My fingers flip wildly on your chest, playing with your girly royal buttons ~ "oooh nooo we're loosing that transmission ~ adjustments to the royal knobs~!" I tease, lightly playing with each nipple, before leaning down to let my hair tease at your chest, brushing back and forth like a big curtain. "Gotta dust off my equipment~!" My lips kiss and raspberry about seemingly randomly ~ but you pick up that my brushy lip tickles are probing for twitching spots, catching the little subtle motions until I find a good one and then seal my lips to blow loudly~ "bbbbzzzzttt ~ sooo much static mmmhmmm don't get left behind in static~~bbbzzzzt~ silly girl!" I tease and coo and taunt with my lips, fingers now idly tracing your waist again, loving on that strip of bouncy skin, playing at your beltline thoughtfully~

And then we're snuggling, blushing, gasping together ~ my body presses to yours ~ playing lovingly with each curve ~ kisses on your cheeks ~ tickles at your belly and royal buttons and waist ~ "ooh sweetie pieee ~ we're not done yet" I grin and pick up my favorite ~ the magic wand ~ and let it kick to life, thrumming as I draw it up your thighs. "Let's see how you sass when I make you gigglegasm right here, still in the rest of your cute outfit~" and I take that buzzing bulb and hold it right to your girly zone through your bottoms, smiling down and lightly pinching and tickling at your belly ~ just as you did to mee~<33

[peaceoutofthepieces]

Sink Or Swim

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Wednesday, 14:21

Song: Haux - Heartbeat

Jens tilts his head back as Lucas tugs at his hair, allowing Lucas to lean down and kiss him, his other hand carefully cradling the side of Jens’s neck. Jens reaches his own hand up to cover it as he licks over his lips, unable to resist lacing their fingers together, letting the cool metal of Lucas’s ring press against his skin. He traces his fingertip over it and voices his question between lingering pecks.

“Why don’t you wear this all the time?”

Lucas leans away, letting his head tilt back against the cushions as Jens settles back into his earlier position, nestled back between Lucas’s chest and knees, head pillowed on his shoulder. Lucas rests their clasped hands on Jens’s chest in order to examine the ring, lifting his free shoulder in a shrug. “It’s not mine. I steal it from my dad’s room sometimes.”

Jens uses his thumb to spin it around the boy’s index finger. “It reminds me of Sander’s.” Lucas hums. Jens kisses the underside of his jaw. “It suits you.”

Lucas gives his hair another tug, though this one is lighter, not out of any request but a basic fondness. “It’s just a bit of metal.”

“Obviously you like it though. That or you just have some kleptomaniac tendencies you’re trying to satisfy.”

“I don’t think it’s that,” Lucas laughs. “I don’t think I’m actively trying to piss off my dad anymore.”

“Can’t you just keep it? Obviously he doesn’t wear it often.”

“It’s not his,” Lucas admits quietly. “He got it for my mom a while ago and never gave it to her.”

“Oh,” Jens says, eloquently, leaving them to lapse into silence. Lucas rests his cheek against his head and shifts his hand around to drape over Jens’s shoulder. Jens traces the back of his hand, drawing mindless patterns, focusing on the ridges of vein and bone. In turn, Lucas rubs absently at Jens’s shoulder, playing with the edge of his hood. Jens is content to wait for him to speak, or to continue in the comfortable silence. He’s spent the past week and a half aching for more time alone and in private where they have this simple freedom, to be together at peace, able to touch and kiss as often as they please.

Jens is happy just to rest in the crook of Lucas’s arm and press the occasional light kiss to his neck, more comfortable than he’s been since the last time he was in this same apartment. They’ve been here now for almost two hours, without having to sneak Jens around. Lucas had finally gotten the opportunity to give him a proper, but quick tour, reminding him of the bathroom’s location and looping through the kitchen before drawing him down on the sitting room couch, where they have yet to move from.

“I just want to be able to do this all the time,” Lucas mumbles, tone warm. “Just sit with you and not have to think about anything or anyone else.”

Jens huffs, even as a pleasant feeling fills his chest and his lips quirk into a smile. “I think you’d get tired of that eventually.”

Lucas makes a noise of protest, shaking his head in denial without lifting it away from Jens’s, leaving him to pet Jens’s hair back down under his cheek. “I’d never get tired of you.”

“No?” Jens leans his head back to grin at him.

Lucas shakes his head, pressing a light kiss to his nose. Jens returns it with another proper kiss, short and sweet as he re-locks their hands. Lucas doesn’t allow it for long, drawing away to trail his hand over Jens’s jaw, letting Jens kiss his fingertips. “I was worried this week.”

Jens furrows his brow. “About what?”

“That you would shut me out.”

Jens softens. He allows their noses to brush as he shakes his head, sitting up slightly to set his serious gaze on Lucas. “This is the best I’ve felt all week.”

It instantly makes Lucas smile, pleased. “Yeah?” Jens hums, accepting another soft kiss before Lucas’s expression manages to turn concerned. “Is everything okay, though?”

“Right now, it’s perfect.”

“Jens,” Lucas protests. “I’m being serious.”

Jens huffs, tucking himself back into the crook of Lucas’s neck. He plays with Lucas’s fingers, and Lucas doesn’t protest. Instead he rakes his other hand through Jens’s hair and waits patiently. “I’m serious too,” Jens mumbles. “I’m with you. I’m good.”

Lucas presses his lips to his temple, staying silent. Jens can feel his slight smile. It widens as Jens brings their hands to his mouth and kisses each of Lucas’s fingertips, then his knuckles, and finally his palm, before beginning to repeat the process. Lucas laughs quietly and attempts to tug his hand away. Jens whines in protest and clings to it and Lucas relents, setting them back down in the center of Jens’s chest. “What about Lies?”

“What about Lies?” Jens retorts.

“Have you spoken to her yet?”

Jens bites his lip, gives a slight shake of his head. He ignores Lucas’s frown in favour of pressing a kiss underneath his chin. There’s no need to think about anything else now. Not when he can be with Lucas, touch Lucas, kiss Lucas as much as he likes. He doesn’t have to bother thinking about the mess in his head when it quietens at the simple feeling of Lucas’s skin against his.

“And Jana?”

Jens furrows his brows. “What, Jana?”

“Have you been speaking to her?”

Jens doesn’t know what he expects from his tone, exactly, but he listens for a hint of jealousy in the curiosity and finds none. It’s a simple question with seemingly no ulterior motive or expected answer. “I’ve sent her a few texts to see if she’s okay, but not really.”

Lucas hums. “You don’t miss her?”

“Is this a test?”

“No,” Lucas huffs, pressing another smiling kiss to his temple. “She was important to you and now she’s not around. I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

Jens drops his head back with a groan. Lucas rolls his eyes down at him and Jens mimics the gesture, raising a hand and sliding it into his hair, pulling him down towards him. “I am great.” Jens punctuates the statement with a pointed drag of his lips over Lucas’s, which finally leaves the boy’s eyes drifting shut. “But I’d be better if you kissed me for real. Preferably without any mention of my sister or my ex.”

Lucas laughs slightly, still with his eyes closed, head tilted to the side as he presses his nose to Jens’s cheek. Jens turns his head in search of the other’s lips, and Lucas finally gives in, lips parting instantly against his. It’s a relief, both to not have to talk anymore and to be with Lucas like this. It’s painful, almost, seeing him at school and sitting next to him and having to bite his tongue and tie his hands. Jens has never really been shy with his affection in public or in private, but he has had some practice at keeping it a secret.

It’s different with Lucas, though, when he knows he isn’t actually doing anything wrong and still can’t shake the feeling.

In those moments, where the fear sneaks up and settles heavy in his stomach, it almost scares him more how easy he finds it. He can’t believe himself, having the carelessness to make out with a boy in his school classroom or tuck him under his arm in an arcade or to kiss his cheek in a public park. There’s simply the sure knowledge in the moment that not carrying out the action would hurt infinitely more.

It’s the same, now, as he kisses Lucas languidly, unhurriedly, and still something in him screams for more.

He detaches their lips just long enough to sit up and turn around, grabbing Lucas’s legs and drawing them around and out of their bent position. Lucas takes the hint, smiling widely as he slinks down to lay his head on the arm rest, stretching out under Jens as he slides his hands up over his shoulders, linking them behind his neck.

Jens smiles down at him, hovering on hands and knees as he reinitiates their kiss, lips locking lazily together. Lucas hums into it, quiet and pleased, and Jens tilts dangerously to the side in his attempt to get closer.

It knocks a laugh out of Lucas, who saves him by quickly locking his legs around his waist and breathing an, “Oh shit.”

Jens snorts in response, unable to prevent a smile but still capable of deepening the kiss, having lowered himself a little more against Lucas in the near-fall. It’s a heady sensation, having Lucas in such a position, thighs bracketing Jens’s hips and feet crossed behind his back. It makes heat stir low in his stomach, as Lucas subconsciously clenches his muscles and draws him further down. Jens’s breath hitches as their hips press together, and Lucas gives nothing away other than the tightening of his grip on Jens’s neck and a sloppy sweep of his tongue.

It is, unavoidably, something Jens has thought about in the past few weeks. Numerous times.

It hasn’t come up between them, hasn’t been acknowledged beyond the awkward moment in the classroom, in which Lucas had refused to let Jens even look at him for a few agonising minutes, even though Jens had been the one to initiate the mild embarrassment. It’s not like he hasn’t come to terms, by now, with the fact that he finds Lucas attractive. That his body finds Lucas attractive, and reacts accordingly. It hasn’t come up, but his imagination is free and has run away from him on a few occasions. He can imagine what it would be like, if it was a possibility.

But he hadn’t really realised until now that sex is something actually on the table.

Lucas certainly doesn’t seem averse to the idea. Not when Jens kisses him harder and his jaw goes slack, or when Jens tangles his fingers in his hair and gives an accidental tug and he moans, quiet and low. Not when Jens lowers his hips on purpose, just so, and Lucas’s hitch up to meet them, involuntary and interested.

It makes Lucas turn his head away as he sucks in a few sharp breaths, and his skin is hot under Jens’s lips when he presses them to his cheek. He follows up with a few kisses along his jaw, light, peppery pecks that have Lucas smiling in seconds, huffing an amused breath as he slides his fingers up through Jens’s hair.

Jens knows they need to cool down. He knows that though it isn’t something they’re against, and that it no longer feels unacknowledged, it isn’t quite something they’re ready for. But he also can’t quite resist the smooth display of skin, and it’s all too easy to follow Lucas’s trail of moles up to his ear and take the lobe between his teeth.

Now Lucas’s breath hitches, and his hand grips Jens’s hair and pulls.

Lucas’s kiss is hard and messy but welcomed, the insistent press of his lips sending a shot of pleasure down Jens’s spine. It’s all too easy to get lost in it, but it ends all too quickly.

“I wanted to talk to you,” Lucas mumbles, words no more than a few gasped breaths. He seems embarrassed by it, a dark flush creeping up his neck and into his cheeks even as Jens makes a sound of protest, recapturing the boy’s lips. Lucas nips at his bottom lip, leaving Jens groaning as he draws away, blue eyes dark but serious. “Jens.”

Jens nods, pressing one last kiss to his lips and another to his nose for good measure before dropping onto his chest with a sigh. He’s careful of the movement, careful not to directly align their hips but to sink towards the back of the sofa as Lucas’s arms come around him. He tucks his face into Lucas’s neck with an open-mouthed kiss to the skin and slings his arm around his waist once he’s settled. “Okay,” he sighs. “Sorry. I’m listening.”

Lucas smooths a hand down his back and presses a kiss to his hair and takes a moment before finding the words. “I want to tell you about my mom but I don’t want it to be a big deal. I really don’t want any pity. Can you promise me that?”

Jens works not to stiffen, taking the words in and nodding instead, giving a soothing hum.

“She’s bipolar,” Lucas says quietly.

It takes a moment for Jens to absorb this, his head still muddled from kisses. He still isn’t sure how to react when it sinks in. “Like Sander?”

“I don’t think they’re exactly the same, or if you can even really compare, but yeah.”

It’s certainly enough to wipe the last cobwebs from Jens’s mind and completely alter the mood. Lucas is quiet and still now under him, though his heart continues to beat rapidly under Jens’s ear. Jens lifts his head and rests it on the arm next to Lucas’s, showing that he has his undivided attention.

“She was only diagnosed a few years ago when I was fifteen. When my dad left the first time. He came back to take care of me. Or at least that’s what he says.”

Jens retakes Lucas’s hand then settles them on Lucas’s chest this time, giving a quick, tight squeeze. He is listening, and he wants to give his support, but he doesn’t think he can do so verbally. Maybe, if Lucas hadn’t employed the no-pity rule right from the beginning, he’d be more inclined to test the waters. Now he is simply more sure than ever that he’d say the wrong thing.

Lucas squeezes his hand back and continues. “She was recommitted for the first time a few months ago. Just a couple of weeks before we moved. So I guess it was a no-brainer for my dad that I would come with him. Because apparently she can’t take care of me with her illness but the few hours a week that he’s home count as stellar parenting. And he didn’t even think about who’s there to take care of her.”

Jens purses his lips, frowning slightly as Lucas closes his eyes and lets a harsh breath out through his nose before mumbling an apology. Jens instantly shakes his head. “Don’t be sorry for anything. I’d rather you tell me how you feel than lie to make it easier.”

“Nothing about it feels easy,” Lucas admits. “I’m also sorry that I didn’t tell you anything before. I was scared that…I don’t even know what I was scared of. It’s almost—I hate myself for it, but it’s like it’s easier to forget about it now that I’m not there. And when I got here I didn’t have to be that Lucas. I liked that no one knew.”

Jens nods, somewhat understanding of this, at least. He doesn’t begrudge Lucas his privacy, or his freedom to open up in his own time. Jens certainly hasn’t laid himself bare yet, either, and he isn’t even sure if he plans to. He isn’t sure he even knows how.

He marvels at how easy it is for Lucas, at how neatly he can string together his thoughts now that he’s chosen to voice them. It’s a sign of strength that earns him another boundless amount of Jens’s respect.

“I guess I understand where your dad’s coming from,” Jens says carefully. “He isn’t the best at his job either but he knows it isn’t your job to be the parent, either. You don’t have to be upset with yourself because you aren’t taking care of your mother. She’s getting the right care where she is and it’s the kind you couldn’t give on your own.”

Lucas nods. “I know,” he says quietly. “I know I can’t do everything for her, but she never asked me to. She’s always taken care of me as much as she can. I don’t understand how leaving her alone now could be better for her.”

Jens swallows, rolling his bottom lip between his teeth as he thinks of where else to take this. He finds it painful himself to imagine Lucas taking on such responsibility, doing so naturally, knowing it as the only way. He also sees where he’s coming from. “Is that why you wanted to go to Sander the other night?”

“Partially, maybe,” Lucas shrugs, voice having gone quiet again. “Sander’s a friend, so it’s different, but I just...know what it can be like, I guess.”

Jens nods again. “But you haven’t left her alone. You can talk to her anytime you like. You can go back and see her.”

“I haven’t been talking to her, though. She’s been texting and I’ve never been able to reply. I don’t know how to, Jens.”

“Hey.” Jens strokes his thumb over his jaw, presses a kiss to his cheek, and waits for him to take another breath. He thinks of Robbe, of all the nights he’d had to crawl into Jens’s bed just to have a peaceful place to sleep, of him moving into the flatshare to avoid living alone. He thinks of the weight it had left on his tiny shoulders but of the fierce love with which he had bared it. He can imagine easily enough that that same fire resides in Lucas, though perhaps it’s quieter. Not quite as visible to the untrained eye.

“She got out this week. She’s back at home without us for the first time.” Lucas looks over at him. “So I want to go home this weekend.”

Realisation sinks in slowly as to the true reason behind this conversation. “Okay,” Jens says simply. “Do you think your dad will let you?”

Lucas nods. “I already asked him yesterday. Just to go see Kes and Jayden. But he told me about her then and said I could go stay at home.”

“That’s great,” Jens smiles softly, hoping he conveys genuine happiness even as his heart falls, just slightly. He was hoping to spend another day like this with the boy over the weekend, but he won’t begrudge him this. Not his friends, not his mother. Jens can accept that he isn’t where Lucas’s home is. He can survive a few days without him.

Lucas raises a brow. “Really?”

Jens nods, letting his smile widen, pressing a quick kiss to Lucas’s cheek.

“Okay. Then, what I actually wanted to ask you about is if—well I want to tell them about you.”

Now Jens’s brows raise. “You do?”

Lucas nods. “I mean they already know who you are but not...who you are to me. And I’m not exactly sure if I want them to yet, but I still wanted to start with asking you.”

“You can tell them,” Jens agrees, possibly too quickly. He isn’t quite sure why the thought makes him so giddy. The idea of Lucas telling his friends about him just makes it seem more real. It gives Jens a little more permanence in his life. “Anything you want.”

Lucas licks his lips, averting his gaze before meeting Jens’s eye again. “Well that’s actually what I’m asking. What exactly would I be telling them? Or...how should I refer to you?”

Jens understands very suddenly. “Are you asking if you can tell them I’m your boyfriend?”

Lucas flushes, ducking his head, and Jens knows he’s gotten it spot on. “I guess,” Lucas says, oddly shy and attempting to hide it with a shrug, flicking his eyes back up to Jens’s and gazing between them nervously.

It only takes a second of hesitation before Jens is saying, “Only if I can tell Robbe you’re mine.”

Lucas’s brows shoot up. “Really?”

Jens hums, nodding surely, even though he’d only made up his mind in the past minute.

“You’re ready for that?”

Jens isn’t sure that he is, but he wants to be. He knows that if he can’t tell Robbe, he’ll never be able to tell anyone else. “Just for Robbe, for now. What do you think?”

“I think,” Lucas says slowly, to match his spreading smile, “that my boyfriend is really amazing.”

Jens is a little embarrassed by how widely he grins in response, and he hides it by sealing the new label with another kiss.

[impaladolan]

Control Freak - Grayson Dolan

summary: after being summoned to the new CEO’s head office, or rather dungeon, there’s an unexpected twist when y/n becomes, what some would say, mouthy with her relatively new boss..

warnings: smut & swearing, the usual :)

tag(s): @joyfuldolann tehe

a/n: i’ve never really done tags, but if you’d like to participate in them— (such as for future series or control-freak/capture parts) leave a comment on any of my posts or even dm me! (only if you want, don’t feel obligated to do so, it’s just for fun :)))) ily! <3 also, sorry if this is crappy.. i’m not the biggest fan of this part, but i really wanted to get something out for you all!

part one

"I'd like to have a word with you, in my office."

His voice rang in your ears, like a symphony or an orchestra in a small room. So as you slowly walk down the hall, past the secretaries and into his large, barricaded office, you had internally convinced yourself that he's just a guy that's your boss. That's it. Nothing more, nothing less.

So you thought...

"Ms. Y/L/N." He addresses as soon as you shut the large door and turn around, though his eyes were glued to his large computer. "Sit." He demands, looking towards you for a moment and nodding to the chair sat in front of his huge desk. You hurry to answer his command, seating yourself in the cushiony furniture. You take a quick look around the room, the colors and décor a lot more darker and dungeon-y than Mr. Kidman had it. It almost made you sleepy, until his voice snapped;

"You should be a little less intrusive with your own thoughts, Ms. Y/L/N." He had fully turned, giving you his undivided attention with his brow arched and a signature smirk dotting his plump lips. You felt your cheeks go hot from just his voice, and his snippy, cockiness as well. "How're you to know exactly what I'm thinking, if I may ask Mr. Dolan?" You assertively question, crossing your legs as you furrow your brow with intent. You knew what games he was playing, and you'd play them right back if it meant putting him in his place, questionably.

"It's all about body language, darling. You seem to fidget a lot in my presence, which I notice that you don't do in anyone else's.” He begins, watching as you surely begin to run your hand along the ends of your skirt, something you normally do when you’re nervous. “You're a bit more sassy and less reserved when you're talking to me, and your cheeks seem to turn red when I directly speak to you, do they not?" He now had his large hands settled on the tabletop, fiddling his thumbs back and forth while he pursed his lips in question. He had completely caught you off guard and all the more stunned and almost embarrassed. "Sir.. I don't understand what you—"

"Or the way you dozed off that entire meeting. Tell me, Y/N, what were you daydreaming about, hm? Something work related I suppose?" He was quick to interrupt you, adding a fiery anger, much like Kidman's, to your attitude. "Listen, you cocky fucking asshole. I'm tired of your stupid pestering so if you could just get straight to the point instead of me having to sit here and endure your little go-arounds for another half hour, it'd be greatly appreciated." You violently whisper, standing from your seat with your arms crossed and your lips in a thin line.

You're a very tolerant person, but his continuous egging on was bound to make you burst anyway. But what made you even more extravagantly angered was his hoarse chuckle that began to rumble throughout the room. "Cocky fucking asshole, huh?" He continues his girthy laugh, standing from his seat and slowly strolling around to the front of his desk. You slightly gulp when he towers you with his height, his intensity and nonchalantness at the same time a bit too much to bear. "I'd watch that pretty little mouth of yours, princess, before it gets you into some real trouble." He seats himself on the front edge, examining you head-to-toe with his beading eyes. You grew stiff, not wanting to make a sound or remark in his wavering stare.

Perhaps to keep from getting in trouble, maybe?

"I'd say the same to you, if it weren't for yours being rather large, than little." You incoherently scoff, surprising yourself with your own words. His face contorted from his relaxed look into a more furious looking one. His grip on the ledge of his oak wood desk had tightened, making the tops of his hands whiter and more constructed than they would look relaxed. His indented cheekbones grew more visible and his eyes seemed to darken out of nowhere.

He does look very ravishing when he's angry..

Suddenly, you feel his tight grip on your hips, shoving you back down into the chair without a warning. "Y'know, Kidman told me about you," He began, waltzing away from you and around your chair, undoing his tie in the process. All the while you sat there with wide eyes and a fluttery feeling down near the pit of your stomach. It gave you goosebumps clear down your arms and legs. "He said you were a very independent, hardworking women that's quiet and respectable. But frankly, you've proved him wrong." He sighs as he turns to face you, still sat in the chair, with a sharp and pointed look that gave you the good tinglings. "Well, frankly," You mock his tone, "You've only known me for the minimum of three hours, Mr. Dolan. You're just assuming." You point out, with a ghastly smile.

To that, he loudly slaps his hands on the arms of the chair that you were forcefully sat in, his face becoming of close proximity to yours. "Have anything else to say before I smack that tiny little ass of yours?" He questions with the raise of his brow, sending another one of the flooding shivers down your entire body.

Fuck.

If it wasn't for your lack of correct, impulsive decision making skills, you would have walked away and finished whatever work you had left and hurried home. But instead, you flipped yourself over and laid on the chair, ready for whatever he wanted to do to you.

"Take that fucking skirt off." He deeply orders, taking his blazer off angrily after unclipping his belt buckle. You obey almost immediately, shimming the skirt down your legs and unbuttoning the first couple buttons of your white dress shirt. You firstly feel his fingers softly glide over your asscheek, trailing towards your thong and looping his index finger under the thin fabric. With a tight, forceful pull, he rips it in half and tosses the bunched up silk to the side as you gasp with surprise. You close your eyes as you feel his hand glaze over asscheek once again, readying yourself for what would eventually hurt like hell.

But instead of what potentially would have been a slap, you feel his large hands roughly pull your legs apart, and his cock slam down into your noticeably aroused pussy. You loudly yelp, securing your hands around whatever you could while his settled at the valley of your hips. “Fuck, yes.” He breathlessly groans with his head thrown back and his eyes scrunched with immense pleasure. Your eyes began to water and the beginning of his slow, steady thrusts made your pussy clench with the desire of more. You had your teeth sunk into your bottom lip to keep your sounds and contentment as quiet as possible.

You hadn’t even realized how long it’s been since you’ve had real, carefree sex. You honestly forgot how good and scandalous it felt. Though, you started to remember, even in your hazed state of mind, that it was your new boss standing behind you. But before you could even get a chance to agree or take action from your right state of mind, you felt him lift you up and rush the two of you over to the other side of his spacious desk, his cock still embedded inside you and unmoving.

He lays you on your back, grabbing the opened part of your shirt and ripping it off, his teeth gritted and his brows furrowed as he swiftly unclips your bra and pulls it down your arms. Unlike his slowness before, he began to speed up quickly, barreling into you like he hadn’t done it in years. Which would be true if he hadn’t drunkenly slept with a women he had met at the bar almost a year ago, but he faintly remembers that anyway.

You became used to the pressure that once stretched your walls uncomfortably, but now it felt right. The way he entered you, at a slight angle, made your legs quiver with desire and the yearning for more. And when he touched that certain spot, oh god it made you whine like crazy.

“Fuck—there!” He had you almost screaming, which made him all the more aroused and heightened. He continued his harsh poundings, bringing his hands from your hips and softly up your stomach until they reached your perky breasts. He toyed with your sharpened nipple, grinning at the sensation it brought to you when you arched your back. With the sudden shaking of your legs and the unshielded moans you let loose, he could just tell you were extremely close.

“Don’t you fucking cum yet, Y/N. I’ve hardly fucking started with you.” Grayson then harshly brought his hand down to your soaked clit, rubbing it in quick circles. You weren’t really one to disobey authority, but it seems like getting on Grayson Dolan’s, the CEO of the company Choff, nerves were a bit more fun and exhilarating.

So when you felt the extremely bound knot in your stomach begin to want to unravel— you just let it. You came over his engulfed cock that continued to sink into you as you hardly breathe, the overflowing feeling and sensation that numbed your entire body washing over you. You weren’t given anytime to reassess, because he continued his thrusts, speeding himself up with an anger you’ve never seen before. He picked you up again, slamming you against the wall with one of his hands holding your ass up while the other kept your hands above your head.

“That’s fucking it—”

Though, the two of you were too caught up in each other to realize that someone was at the door, stunned and shocked at the scene playing out..

(masterlist)

[crownjimin]

✰ 099 | no takesies backsies

la vie en rose ━ in which lee aera, a girl who has been crushing on choi soobin for a long, long time, is starting her junior year and her friends decide that its time for her to make her move.

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A/N: whoop! one more update + the epilogue and we’re donezo!!

“I can’t believe it’s really red—,” He flipped and shuffled his hands through her hair as he said this.

“So bright, so pretty,” Soobin muttered to himself, going as far as to bend down and push his nose into her scalp, taking a long, dramatic sniff. “Oh, it doesn’t smell like strawberries.”

Aera laughed at this, shoving her not-boyfriend away from her softly. “Of course not. That’s like me saying your hair should smell like chocolates.”

Soobin had recently dyed his hair back to brown--well, dark brown, and as much as it made Aera sad to see the purple gone from his hair, it was well past due. His roots had grown out terribly, meaning that he was either going to have to redo his roots or retreat back to his natural brown. Also, the purple was less purple and more of a faded ash gray, from all the washing Soobin did to his hair.

For a while, he was set on just letting his hair grow out, then cutting it at the brown once the ash gray was to the tips of his hair but Aera told him he would look crazy. They debated about it for a few days, but one day Aera showed up at his house with a kit with brown hair dye and a few hours later his chocolate brown locks were back. 

“Well, if you used strawberry shampoo it would smell like strawberries.”

“I will when you use chocolate shampoo.”

Soobin pouted. “I bet Ariel’s hair smells like strawberries.”

“Go sniff her head then,” the red-head quipped. “And I actually highly doubt that is true. She lives in the ocean, you know. The place where fish pee--that ocean.”

“Is there another ocean that I should be thinking of?”

“Yeah,” There was a teasing lilt in Aera’s voice. “The one I’m going to toss you in if you keep sassing me.”

The two were currently sitting in Soobin’s living room on Saturday morning, Soobin having asked Aera on Friday night if she wanted to spend the next day with him. Of course, without hesitation, Aera agreed, telling him that she would be there by ten, and now they were there.

Soobin had suggested watching YouTube in his living room until his mom got home from the gym, and Aera found no issue with the idea. During the past hour and a half, they had watched way too many Girls’ Generation music videos, and even attempted to learn the choreography to Catch Me If You Can. After forty minutes of them attempting to get past the first verse, they called it quits. Soobin claimed that he was too talented in girl group choreography to continue and further embarrass Aera with her lackluster movements.

But if you asked Aera, Soobin just didn’t want to have a dance battle, because he knew he was going to lose.

At noon, Ruha walked through the front door, her arms loaded with three market bags, filled to the brim with groceries.

“Soobin-ah,” Ruha yelled, a little too loud since she hadn’t realized he was right there in the living room. “Come help me with my bags!”

Both Soobin and Aera rushed to help Ruha, the older woman being slightly startled by Aera being there but she quickly perked up and said, “Oh good, Ae Ae is here. More hands to help!”

Everything felt so natural with Soobin and his family. Aera had spent a lot of time at his house since the picnic, and his parents seemed to love her. Soobin’s dad was obsessed when he saw how small Aera was, often leaning his elbow on her head whenever he stood beside her as a way to ridicule and tease her about her height. Then when she turned up with red hair, he almost had a better reaction than Soobin, dubbing her Strawberry Shortcake and hasn’t stopped calling her that since.

Aera had also gotten Soobin’s parents’ phone numbers, Ruha often texting Aera at random times throughout the day whenever Soobin talked about her.

ruha-ssi

he said you brought him lunch to school today. says that he loves how much you care about him

i’m sure he cares about me way more than i do him

ruha-ssi 

does he show it well?

that he cares for you.

wouldnt ask for him to treat me any better than he already

does ruha-ssi.

Or the time Ruha told her that Soobin was sleep talking and had muttered her name.

ruha-ssi

he’s napping.

[picture attached]

ruha-ssi

he just grumbled your name and had the biggest smile

aw that’s so cute

ruha-ssi

i know :)))

Soobin was aware that Aera had his mother’s number, but he didn’t know that his mother was revealing just how lovestruck he was. Aera didn’t plan on mentioning it to him either, thinking that Ruha is godsent for giving her so much dirt and content to tease Soobin with whenever he decided to get too sassy with her.

Plus, Soobin has had Dongmin’s phone number much longer than Aera has had Ruha’s, and she is one-thousand percent positive that her mother lived to embarrass her, so Soobin for sure had some dirt on her.

 It’s a win-win situation, all is fair in love and war.

“So, Soobin-ah,” Ruha spoke as she walked into the kitchen. “What time do you want to head out?”

Aera was busy placing things where they belonged from the market bags (yes, she knows where their groceries belonged—she’s been over there that much), but she raised an eyebrow at Ruha’s question.

“Head out where?” she asked.

“Soobin wanted to take you to an early dinner today,” Ruha paused, with a nervous expression on her face. “I-I don’t know if it was supposed to be a surprise or not-”

“No, mom, it’s fine,” Soobin waved it off. “It wasn’t really a surprise, I was gonna mention it to you later, Pouts.”

Aera walked out of the pantry, an excited glint in her eyes. “Will there be steak at this dinner?”

“Do you want there to be steak?”

“Yes.”

“Then there will be steak.”

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The restaurant Soobin had chosen was very dark, Aera noted. The only light that was supplied was from a single candle lit in the center of the table, which left everything as shadows and tinted orange.

It seemed super expensive, and once Aera picked up the menu, her suspicions were confirmed.

“Soobi,” her voice seemed hesitant. “How are you affording any of this?”

She should’ve realized that the meal was going to be an expensive one when Ruha had offered Aera one of her old dresses, seeing as Aera had came over to their house in a pair of ripped jeans and a tattered t-shirt. The dress Ruha lent her was a dark blue, high-necked dress, where the waist tapered in and then flowed out to mid-thigh. Luckily, Aera had worn black flats that day, those being the shoes closest to her front door when she left for Soobin’s house.

Soobin was dressed in a simple button up and black slacks. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and the top button of his shirt was undone—if Aera hadn’t known better, she would’ve thought Soobin was a young adult that worked a nine-to-five office job and not a sixteen year old boy taking his not-girlfriend out for an early dinner.

Everything was fancy, and the two of them were tucked into a corner booth where once they sat down the hostess had wished ‘Mister and Missus Choi’ a nice evening. 

“Months of allowance that I’ve saved up,” Soobin lifted his gaze from the menu and once he saw how worried Aera was, he rushed to reassure her. “Plus, I work a summer job! Don’t worry, Pouts, I promise it’s not too much.”

“You don’t have to spend your allowance on me, Soobi,” she spoke softly. “You should spend it on something you really want-something to make you happy.”

“Seeing you happy makes me happy.”

Aera blushed. “Don’t try to flatter me into running your pockets dry.”

“Ae Ae, seriously,” Soobin put down his menu and reached his hands across the table to touch her hands, which laid on the table. He tugged her index fingers once, attempting to soothe her and get her to not worry. “It’s fine. If it makes you feel better we can just split something, so that way I won’t have to spend much.”

The crease in her eyebrows gradually faded and she nodded in agreement. “Are you okay with splitting a steak?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he nodded. “Just order whatever, I’ll eat anything.”

Aera looked over the menu, her eyes skipping over the more expensive items but honestly the cheapest things were the hor d'oeuvres and even those weren’t cheaper than 74,000 won. 

“How about I choose one, you choose one, then we pick something together?” she suggested. “That way we can both enjoy something.”

By the time the waiter came to the table, they had decided on their personal picks and their combined choice, and once the food came to the table, Aera knew it was more than enough. The steak she had chosen ended up being as big as her face and had the both of them gasping in surprise once it was set on the table. Soobin decided on a rose pasta, in a dish large enough that it could feed a family of five. And their combined choice was a large platter of American-style french fries, but the way the menu phrased it made it seem like they were ordering a fancy potato.

Soobin offered to have the kitchen take it back, but Aera refused to give back french fries--she’d be crazy to ever turn down french fries (plus it came with a gravy boat filled with a white sauce that Aera could literally guzzle down in one go, so she was more than happy to keep it).

The moment the waiter told them to enjoy, Aera was shoving her fork into the steak, which was thankfully pre-cut, and the second she bit into it, juice ran down her chin and she had to squeeze every muscle in her throat to not let out a moan.

Soobin noticed her expression, the way her eyes fell close and she paused mid-bite. “Is it good, Pouts?”

“Tho goof,” she attempted to speak around her bite but she just gave up and nodded enthusiastically. 

“It’s so juicy,” she said once she swallowed. 

When they were ordering, she wanted to get the steak cooked well-done, but Soobin had told her to get it medium preaching something about it being more tender and juicer as if he knew everything and anything about steak. Aera argued and said she didn’t want to cut into her steak and hear it mooing back at her, and Soobin chuckled but promised if it was too raw for her when it came out, they could just send it back and she obliged.

She most definitely was not sending back this beautiful piece of heaven, and shoved another piece into her mouth. The scene from Ratatouille when the rat fused together strawberry and cheese and had color swirling around his head played inside Aera’s head the second she took another bite of the steak. Her eyes were closed, her head lolled from side to side as she swayed euphorically to the warmth of the steak and the flavor on her tongue.

Once she noticed what she was doing, she sat up stark straight and opened her eyes, watching as Soobin recorded her and laughed silently at her actions.

“You seemed to be enjoying yourself alot there,” Soobin ended the recording and set his phone on the table.

“Delete that.”

“I won’t. Here,” Soobin held out his fork where some of his pasta was twirled on the end. “Try it.”

Aera opened her mouth, letting him guide the fork inside and once she closed her mouth around the fork, the Ratatouille scene played again. She pulled away from the fork, her hand shooting over her mouth as she chewed and her eyes shot wide.

“Good?” Soobin asked, stabbing his fork in a piece of steak and eating it, much less dramatically than Aera had. 

“Is amayshin,” Aera muttered. “Why ish ev-wee-shing hwere sho amayshin?”

Soobin swallowed and laughed. “It better be with these ridiculous prices.”

“Oh, yeah,” she nodded and swallowed her bite. “It’s so worth it.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

“I’m glad I like you,” Aera giggled, shoving some fries into her mouth. “You buy me expensive steak.”

“Only because of the steak?”

She nonchalantly shrugged. “Pretty much.”

Soobin faked a scoff, halfway knowing she was joking, but once he watched her pick up another piece of steak, and then kiss it before she ate it, he wasn’t so sure if she was joking anymore.

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Thirty-five minutes and an entire steak later, Aera and Soobin were slouched over, bellies full, with their plates cleared.

“I am going to sleep so well tonight,” Aera grumbled as she rubbed her stomach. “This was so amazing.”

The waiter came to give the receipt and return Soobin’s card, wishing ‘Mister and Missus Choi’ a good night, and left them to their vices. Aera chuckled at being called Missus Choi, because did she look old enough to be married?

Did married people dye their hair red? She didn’t know but did she look married? Did her and Soobin resemble a married couple? Oh god, that just fueled her fantasy of marrying Soobin and she knew that she would never let this go.

“Alright,” Soobin groaned, shoving the receipt and card into his pocket as he stood and rounded the table, reaching his hand out to help Aera up from her chair. “You okay?”

Aera blew out a breath. “I’m stuffed.”

They both stood in place, Aera swaying a bit from standing up too quickly and Soobin attempted to stabilize her by setting a hand on her waist. “Careful.”

“I’m fine,” she tapped his hand on her waist. “I’m okay, just stood up a little too fast. Let’s go.”

They walked out of the restaurant hand-in-hand, Soobin somewhat leading Aera as she momentarily closed her eyes as a way to wheeze out air around her full belly. This was the best meal she has had in entire life, one that she never imagined having unless she was filthy rich and drank gold for breakfast, lunch, and dinner but here Soobin was taking her on a date just because he wanted to see her happy.

When they made it outside, Aera tugged his hand, causing him to stop and turn to her. She eased her arms around his waist, resting her head on his shoulder as she softly hugged him. He returned the gesture immediately, cuddling his head on top of hers and they just existed in the moment, in each other’s arms.

“Thank you for this, Soobin,” Aera squeezed him tightly, nuzzling her head further into his shoulder. “You made me really happy by doing this—you make me happy always.”

“I’m happy to make you happy,” Soobin chuckled, pulling away from the hug. “But the night isn’t over, we have one more stop!”

“Is  it far?”

Soobin nodded. “My mom is going to take us there. She’s on her way here now.”

“Where is it?”

“The beach.”

“The beach?”

Soobin nodded again. “The beach.”

“The beach,” Aera said flatly. “I like the beach.”

“That’s why we’re going.”

“Hm,” Aera sighed happily. “The beach.”

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Upon their arrival, Aera realized that when Soobin said the beach, he actually meant the boat dock by the beach. Well more like the yacht dock by the beach, because as they made their way to the end of the dock, they passed massive yachts, the type that only rich people could afford. Ones with balconies and two-stories that have some corny name etched onto the side that were either named after an important woman in their life or something like Old Betsy.

“What are we doing on a dock,” Aera giggled, swinging her and Soobin’s hands where they were connected. “I’m almost positive we aren’t supposed to be here.”

Soobin laughed as they came to stop in front of one of the smaller yachts, which wasn’t exactly small (but in comparison to the other yachts it was more compact), where a man was waiting for them.

“Choi Soobin?”

“Yes sir,” Soobin nodded, then gestured behind him. “And this is my mother, Ruha.”

The man extended his hand to Ruha, giving it a firm shake. “Yes, we spoke on the phone. Everything is set, if you guys want to climb on in, we’ll head out in about ten minutes.”

“Thank you,” Ruha said as the man helped her onto the yacht by her hand. 

The man then lent his hand to Aera, but instead of grabbing it, she took a step back, a conflicted look on her face.

“Wait,” Soobin placed his free hand on Aera’s wasit, causing her to look up at him. “You aren’t afraid of water, right? Boats or anything? Because I was just trying to surprise you, that’s why I didn’t as-”

“No, no,” Aera shook her head. “That’s not it, but Soobin how much was this?”

Soobin raised an eyebrow at the question, confused as to why she was asking this. “What?”

“It’s just—” she sighed. “You’re spending a lot of money today, and I don’t want you to think you have to blow a bunch of money just to make me happy. You could’ve just given me a bottle of water and I’d be happy that it came from you, so I don’t get why you are taking me to all these expensive places and things.”

“I just want to spoil you,” he softly replied. “Even if it’s just for a day. I want you to have some of the best experiences with me, so I don’t mind spending a lot of money on you.”

“But, Soob-”

“And plus,” Soobin smiled wide. “My friends chipped in to help, they wanted to make us both happy so they offered to help. You don’t have to pay them back, I don’t have to pay them back, they were just doing it out of the goodness of their hearts. Me as well.”

Aera stood there frozen.

“I just want you to be happy.”

“But I’m already happy with you.”

Soobin leaned down to rest his forehead on Aera’s. “Yes, but you’d be even more happy on the boat, so let’s go!”

Aera laughed as she reached out for the man’s hand, him having stood there and watched that whole sappy ordeal, and he pulled her into the boat. Soobin followed and guided Aera to the very front of the yacht, where Ruha sat with a blanket over her legs.

“Choi Soobin, this will be the last time you spend a shit ton of money on me, do you understand?” Aera scolded, her finger pointed at Soobin but a smile was on her face.

“Yes, ma’am, never again,” Soobin spoke jokingly, totally not meaning a word of what he just said. 

“You’re not going to listen to me are you?”

“Nope.”

The yacht got moving a few moments later, things feeling a bit shaky for a few minutes, but Aera acclimated to it quite fast. She and Soobin had taken to roleplaying the scene from Titanic that nearly everyone does when they are at the frontmost point on a boat.

Soobin held her waist as Aera held her arms out to her side, feeling the wind whip on her face and the smell of salt infiltrate her nose.

“The ocean is kind of stinky,” her nose scrunched up as she said this. “Smells like raw fish and high cholesterol.”

Soobin cackled, tightly wrapping his arms around Aera’s waist as he pulled her into his chest, her back to her front. “You ruined such a good moment.”

She giggled, placing her hands over his arms and squeezed. “I was just telling the truth.”

“Kids!” Ruha called out. “Come sit down for a few minutes, you’re making me nervous by the ledge.”

They obliged, walking to sit across from Ruha and they talked amongst themselves for a few minutes, playing a few rounds of rock paper scissors to pass the time.

“So are we just going to cruise around the ocean for a few hours or what?” Aera asked, peering over the side of the boat to look down into the water. “Because no offense to the ocean or anything, but this is a bit boring.”

Soobin pulled out his phone, checking the time before he answered, “Actually, no. Just seven minutes until what we came here for happens.”

Aera looked intrigued now, “Oh, is it fireworks? Are we looking at fireworks?”

“I don’t think lighting explosives on a yacht would be smart.”

“A yacht,” Aera chuckled. “Never thought I’d see one of these in my entire lifetime.”

“Well, there’s a first time for everything.”

“I’m glad my first time was with you,” she softly spoke, her voice almost a whisper.

“Me too,” Soobin smiled. “We’ll have many firsts together, hopefully.”

“Hopefully.”

At the moment, they were sitting side-by-side with their waist turned to face one another, but Soobin pointed behind Aera as he muttered, “Look.”

Aera turned her body around, to face the ocean, a gasp leaving her mouth as she absorbed the breathtaking scene in front of her. She watched as the sun burned a hypnotizing orange and pink hue, reflecting on the ocean’s surface. Slowly, the orb lowered to meet the horizon line, kissing it softly as the glares glittered across the rippling water.

She had seen nothing like this, ever. Mother nature and the Earth’s natural occurrences never appealed to Aera, they were never something she found interesting or attention-catching, but this—this was so worth it.

Her awestruck trance was broken when Soobin rested his chin on her shoulder, whispering, “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

“It’s-I-” Aera searched for the right words but there were none that could accurately describe exactly what she was witnessing. It made her speechless, her jaw going slack as she once again watched the sun move lower and lower.

They sat in silence, taking in the scenic view before them. Ruha sat opposite of them, snapping pictures of the sunset as she oh’ed and aw’ed at the scene.

“Pouts,” Soobin muttered into her ear, keeping his voice low so as to not ruin the moment. “I, uh-”

“Hm, Soobi?”

“Please, be my girlfriend.”

All of Aera’s breath left her body, all of her blood seemed to run cold. Was she hallucinating? Was she hearing things?

“Huh-” Oh god, she sounded so stupid. Who responds to the boy of their dreams asking them to be their girlfriend with ‘huh’.

“I-” Soobin sat up straighter, Aera being able to feel so behind her. “I really like you-no, love you, and I want to be with you. Officially. For a very long time.”

Aera eased her way around, turning to face Soobin who looked like he was going to pass out any second if she didn’t give him an answer within the next millisecond. So she carefully raised her hands to his cheeks, cupping his face softly.

“I’d love to be your girlfriend, Choi Soobin,” she breathed. “I’d kind of be an asshole if I said no after all of this, am I right?”

Soobin held onto her wrists. “I hope that isn’t the sole reason you are saying yes.”

“Lucky for you, it is not. It’s probably one of the lower list reasons.”

“There’s a list?”

She giggled. “There has always been a list.”

The sound of her giggle seemed to have him smitten, his eyes zoning in on her lips which caused her heart to skip a beat. She wasn’t dumb, she knew what he was thinking of, what his eyes were asking for, and for some reason, she had no qualms about complying.

Her first kiss was always something Aera fretted about, thinking about how awful it was going to be, how she was going to mess everything up. But for some reason, right here, right now, with Soobin, she knew for a fact it was going to be amazing. This is maybe the first and only decision Aera didn’t hesitate to make, and so she leaned in.

The touch of their lips was soft. Simple. A measly, quick peck.

When they pulled back, both of their cheeks were colored rose, a look of fondness between the two of them and Aera leaned in to kiss the the corner of Soobin’s mouth before pulling away and dropping her hands from his face.

“No takesies backsies, Choi Soobin.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, Lee Aera.”