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moirtre · 10 months ago

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‎ ‎ ⋆⠀⠀&.⠀⠀٬⠀⠀❝ 1 : 37 AM : BROKEN SILENCE. ❞ ‎ ‎ ┉

i heard you on the phone last night. we live and die by pretty lies, you know it, we both know it. these silver bullet cigarettes, this burning house, there's nothing left.⠀–— from, “Nothing Breaks Like a Heart - Mark Ronson & Miley Cyrus”

&.⠀⠀CHARACTERS⠀⠀┉⠀⠀*⠀SOHN NARYUN, MELANIE BAE, MIN HERI, SOHN NARAE, JEONG KARIN, WILLIAM KIM. &.⠀⠀WORD COUNT⠀⠀┉⠀⠀*⠀2.5K &.⠀⠀WARNINGS⠀⠀┉⠀⠀*⠀car accident, blood, hospitalization, unhealthy dynamics. &.⠀⠀NOTES⠀⠀┉⠀⠀*⠀a closer look at the heri-melanie dynamic. narae can be found at @viriditic! one of my favorite things i've written in a hot minute. this has been canon since like 2021 and it's finally leaving my brain. i'm getting "melanie, don't fuck with me" tatted as we speak, that's gold!

Naryun feels the spinning of her head before she hears the ringing in her ears.

The disorientation throws her for a loop as her conscious screams at her to get up. To do something. She figures something is all wrong when her body can’t seem to understand what her nerves are trying to say. They scream and scream at her legs to push themselves up from her spot; all crumpled on the hard, unforgiving ground. They cry and cry at her neck to swivel itself in a direction— any direction possible; it refuses.

Slowly, she begins to make sense of the chilled grass beneath her, starting to thaw from the heat she feels is escaping her at such a speed she thought was just an exaggeration the true crime stories used to describe the hopeless helplessness she feels at the very moment.

Her fingers dig into the ground, feeling the dirt blend into the carefully manicured prettiness of her nails. It’s an ugly contrast that barely manages to shock her as her eyes peel themselves open. Even if it had shocked her, she wasn’t sure her brain would have been able to process the emotion.

The stabbing tingle of her fingers pulls her hazy attention away from the ground and to the metal on her tongue. The tang of her blood trickles down her chin so slowly it nearly itches. Her eyes can barely bring themselves to fully adjust to the scene in front of her with all of the lights blinding her vision and that god-awful ringing in her ears.

The ringing was supposed to be the worst part.

The inability to process anything besides the dirt underneath her frigid body was supposed to be the worst part.

Instead, the worst part was that she couldn’t bring herself to want to fix it. As if the warming grass beneath her had consumed every fiber of her will, Naryun had no interest in fixing the disorientation or the frigidity. And she definitely had no interest in stopping the ringing that spun her mind and made her nerves scream in an endless loop that made her feel absolutely mad with suffering.

A scream finds a way to escape the confines of her hoarse throat. Slipping through the reddened glow of her whitened teeth and out of her body with such force it rips her voice away from her. The second scream comes as a lower groan and the third is lower still. It is the strength of her whispers that finally tear her will from her. The lights and the ringing begin to still before she can attempt to make sense of them. Stillness—and her sister comfort—embrace Naryun into a void that welcomes her so gently that she doesn’t even miss the ringing in her ears.

It must be hours later when Naryun is finally coaxed out of stillness and back into awareness. Her body shivers from the cold and her nose flares as it takes in the sterility of the hospital air. The mattress beneath her is just as cold as the grass she had last felt the ringing. The ringing itself is gone, though she now longs for its return instead of the screaming she can’t quite register from outside of the hospital room door. The inability to register the words thrown amid argument cannot hide the voices the words belong to— even in her state of slow consciousness.

With a groan, she reaches for the button she’s sure is not too far from her side. The buzz of the alert is fuzzy and barely recognized as she attempts to block out the insults spinning around her head. A young nurse rushes over to the newly alert idol, slowly taking in the sight of her hands covering her ears with her eyes gently adjusting to the fluorescent LED lights hanging overhead.

“Miss—”

“Please tell the divas with the dyed hair to shut the fuck up.”

She throws in a gentle smile to soften the harshness of her words, hoping the poor nurse wouldn’t take her irritation to heart. With a shallow bow, the blue-scrubbed woman carefully exits the room, Naryun almost laughs to herself when she sees Melanie’s head whip around. Her brown eyes make contact with Naryun’s darker ones, drawing a clear path from her place between the three bodies flanking both of her sides. Her shoulder nudges Heri’s whose features twist in concern before following Narae’s eyes to the group’s soft-spoken vocalist.

“Can you tell everyone that you’re perfectly fine?” Melanie’s words are as brash as expected. Naryun catches Karin’s labored exhale as she presses against her tanned temples.

“What- what are you talking about?” Naryun shallowly chokes out, coughing hoarsely before Will raises a bottle of water to her lips. It is at that moment that Naryun realizes her right hand is bandaged up, thumb set in its place, a stark contrast drawn between the forced restraints keeping her in place and the impatient pacing Melanie charts in front of Naryun’s hospital bed.

“Karin and I think that it would be best if you—and the rest of the group take a break from any public activities-” Will, the parent company’s PR representative is cut off by a bright-eyed Australian accent.

Melanie cuts into his words, inserting her thoughts into the conversation.

“Which is overkill because you’re fine, right?”

There’s a hidden force beneath Melanie’s words, one that Naryun is sure only she and Heri pick up on between the five people occupying the sterile room. Naryun’s eyebrows furrow as the boom of Melanie’s voice pounds against her temples. She’s much louder than Will is, more forceful, much less gentle.

“Melanie,” Karin speaks up with a warning. Her gentle stiffness contradicts Will’s all-around gentleness.

If she had even the slightest clue what Melanie was so worked up about Naryun might have even found the tension a bit humorous. But with Narae’s controlled anxiety and Heri’s flat-out anxiety, Naryun can’t help but find herself bothered by Melanie’s bluntness.

“I- I don’t..” She draws out, eyes closing as she grows frustrated with her brain which can’t seem to remember why she has a headache or why she’s in a garish white gown. Narae releases a controlled breath through her nose, taking a step towards Naryun the others in the room wouldn’t dare to.

“You were in an accident, bear.”

Bear. Her words are so gentle and so direct that it takes Naryun a moment to piece everything back together. Her twin sister’s hands softly tug at Naryun’s chestnut hair, eyes communicating much more than those nearly harmless five words.

“Car?” She whispers, unable to tear her eyes away from her sister’s. With a nod so quaint the other three miss it completely, Narae’s eyes lock onto Melanie’s figure, signaling all her sister needed to know at the moment.

Naryun swallows slowly bringing Will to draw closer, offering another needed sip of water. He begins to speak once more as he watches her drink from the bottle in his hand.

“We want to give you as much time as you need. I’ve spoken to the others, their priority is your recovery. Nothing happens without your word, Naryun.”

His calming tone does nothing to ease Naryun’s gradually quickening heart. Nothing could calm her heart when Melanie’s eyes blaze with a fierceness Naryun is much too familiar with.

Karin is the next to step forward. Motherly hands reach to envelop Naryun’s damaged ones in her own. “Take some time, go back home. We’ll circle back in a few months, okay?”

Naryun nods, incredulous as she takes in the two executives’ words while simultaneously trying to decipher Melanie’s stony expression as she leans against the frame of the door. A few moments of silence allow Naryun the clarity to finally voice her thoughts.

“What’s wrong with you?” Her two groupmates seem shocked by her lack of filter. The most conscious member pulled into a state of bluntness. A state that perfectly aligns with the bruising injuries that decorate her skin.

Melanie’s raised eyebrows illustrate her perplexion, releasing a much gentler, “Me?”, in response to Naryun’s frankness. Receiving a nod in confirmation, she sighs with her head hanging in what a stranger would view as shame. Naryun knows better than to believe the act so she waits in silence, eyes unbudging from Melanie’s figure.

She parts her lips to answer before quickly closing them. She repeats the action once more before finally pushing herself up to pace closer to the pale vocalist.

“Sunny-”

“Melanie, don’t fuck with me right now.”

Their eyes lock in a stare. Heri shifts uncomfortably in her spot. Karin’s hand reaches to massage her temples once more.

Melanie’s jaw clenches. “Naryun,” She tests out to begin. “You- I’ve been working really hard on my album, you know that better than anyone.” The switch in her word choice tells Naryun exactly where she was going.

Still, a little part of her wants to give her the benefit of the doubt, nodding twice to give her the okay to continue.

“If I wait on this, I risk missing my window-”

“Your window?” Narae scoffs. Will sighs. Karin remains silent.

Ignoring her completely Melanie continues. “A December release date. It’s perfect, you know that right?”

Naryun can’t help but blink up at the older girl. The silence in the room is thick, nearly strangling Melanie whose eyes have yet to let go of the fierceness Naryun despised. She struggles to find the words as her head continues to pound, louder than before, in response to the plea Melanie presents her with. Instead of responding, her head turns to face Heri whose eyes are fixated on the ground. Her bangs cover her face as she all but fades into the distant background of the tense conversation.

“Heri,” Naryun speaks up, grasping the attention of the younger girl.

“What do you think?”

Naryun feels her heartbreak at the vulnerability in Heri’s eyes. Her head shakes in a desperate plea to remain without a voice. This time it is Melanie who scoffs. Will sighs again. And Karin’s eyes roll so subtly that Naryun knows she’s hit a vein.

“I’m asking you what you think, Heri.” A little more forceful this time, Heri’s eyes close in discomfort as if wishing reality—or herself— to disappear.

She whispers lowly, “I can’t.”

Naryun’s eyes blaze as she whips her head towards Melanie. The blonde meets her eyes in challenge, a smirk reaching her own as her arms fold one over another.

“Heri.” Narae is the one to speak up this time. Melanie keeps staring at Naryun.

“It’s not fair!” She finally exclaims, cracking under the pressure of the three older idols. Her eyes continue to shy away from any eye contact, fixed to the floor as she hugs herself in self-comfort. Naryun holds her gaze on Melanie, urging the youngest girl to continue, “What’s not fair, Heri?”

Heri hesitates this time, chewing at her lip as it quivers in discomfort. Tears threaten to break at the surface before she finally finds the strength to look up from her found comfort on the floor. It’s at that moment that Melanie breaks the contest between Naryun and herself. Faux gentleness floods her eyes as the twins look on incredulously. Not yet understanding what was soon to occur, Narae turns to face Naryun whose jaw is set in a low anger.

“What’s not fair, Heri?” Melanie’s voice, echoing Naryun’s words, oozed with honeyed care. Her eyes warm with a comfort that only Heri can see. It’s that same comfort that finally draws the words out of Heri’s mouth.

“It’s not fair to Melanie.”

Karin and Will are shocked into silence as Narae struggles to contain her amazement. Naryun, who already knew what the girl’s next words would be, doesn’t react. Her breathing is even for the first time since she woke up, and her eyes stare straight ahead, through Karin and Will who struggle to believe Heri’s words.

Narae is the first to speak up.

“Is this a joke to you?”

Her voice cuts through the silence, aimed at Heri who refuses to look up at her, eyes back to their comfort spot on the floor.

“You cannot be serious.” Narae scoffs, turning to leave the room. Her footsteps are heavy as her cloud of disappointment follows her through the door of the hospital room.

“Melanie can have her album then. Since Heri thinks it’s unfair… Melanie can have her album. That’s fine.” Naryun’s words are curt, delivered with a level of restraint that manages to astonish even Melanie. Sensing the protests fighting to tumble from Will’s lips, Naryun eyes him with an air of decisiveness.

Karin, ever the businesswoman, clears her throat and turns to face Melanie.

“I’ll see that everything is finalized. I’m looking forward to hearing it.” Her lips purse in obvious disappointment as she carefully eyes Heri whose bowed head causes her hair to fall over her face once again. With a shake of her head, she exits the room.

Will, who says nothing, follows behind her, his phone pressed to his ear with seasoned speed.

Melanie reaches for Naryun’s hand, holding it so warmly that Naryun almost begins to understand Heri’s cowardice.

“I’ll be thinking about you the whole time. Thank you, hun.”

Her accent creeps into her pronunciation in a way that Naryun finds ironic considering her false sincerity. She glides out of the room with an ease that leaves Naryun numb with anger.

Heri turns to leave the room without a word of comfort. Head hanging low as she drags her feet across the gray vinyl flooring, following Melanie so predictably it finally draws a scoff out of Naryun. Stopping in her tracks, Heri looks up at the hospitalized vocalist. Naryun watches in distaste as a tear falls from Heri’s eyes leaving a wet path along her sunken cheeks.

“Do me a favor?” Heri speaks up cautiously.

Naryun doesn’t respond.

“Please don’t tell the others what I said.”

The edge of Naryun’s mouth twitches in response. Her nose flares as she tries, and fails, to contain herself.

“Do me a favor?” Naryun echoes her words.

She takes a deep breath as the pounding in her head finally clears and her voice returns to its full strength. A rush of will surges through her as she pushes herself up to her full height. Their eyes meet for the first time that day before Heri breaks the hold, another tear falling from her eyes.

“Let me know what her dick tastes like when she finally fucks you.”

Heri doesn’t respond.

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namjoonswifey99 · 3 years ago

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Stop Playing Pt.6

Erik Killmonger X Reader

Warnings : Jealous Friends, Fighting, Fluff, Cussing, Erik being Erik, use of the B word.

Authors Note : I sincerely apologize for the long wait I've had writers block for a long time that i was able to overcome to give you guys the story. I also want to thank @ceniorina for helping me through this writers block and also for the people that continue to read my story it’s greatly appreciated

Erik was waiting for Y/N inside the car. He agreed to go with her to meet her friends for brunch regardless if Jasmine is there he’ll suck it up for his girl.

“ Babe come on we're gonna be late” Erik says yelling from the car window.

“ Okay babe I'm coming” Y/N says fixing her sundress while locking his apartment door.

Erik then’s gets out of the car to open the passenger door for her. “ Damn babe you sure you want to go to the brunch we can stay here and have brunch ourselfs”. Erik says while grabbing her hand, spinning her around. Y/N noticed that look in eye and knew if she agreed they wasn't going nowhere.

“ Babe i already promised the girls we will come,” Y/N says, looking up at him trying to fight the temptation. Erik leans down and captures Y/N lips in a slow tender kiss.

Y/N felt herself get hot and bothered but she had to pull away before things got heavier. “ Babe come on please i promise you can have me all you want when we come back” Y/n says pulling away from the kiss.

“ Alright Bet lets go” Erik says while looking down at Y/N. Erik really couldn't believe he really got the girl of dreams and he wasn't letting her go.

----- 30 minutes later-----

Erik and Y/N pulled up to Roscoes and saw their friends plus Jasmine.

“ Heyyyy yall i see yall finally made it”. Mo’nique says wrapping Y/N in a hug and turning to give Erik a hug also.

“ Y'all come on they finally got out table”. Corey says walking towards the group.

Once they all got to the table they noticed how Erik is tending to Y/N more than normal they can't help but think something definitely happened. Mo’nique already had feelings that they went deeper than friendship and is happy for them they've had feelings for each other and neither acted on it.

Erik sat down after helping Y/N get situated, he noticed out the corner of his eye Jasmine glaring at them he chose not to say anything he’ll ignore it for NOW.

“ Soooooo is it something yall wanna tell us yall looking mighty cozy” Kareem says while wiggling his eyebrows.

Y/N and Erik looked at each other and smiled might as well tell them now since Kareem brought it up.

“ Well me and Y/N are together officially”. Erik says putting his arm around Y/N and giving her a kiss on her cheek causing Y/N to hide her head into his neck.

Everyone at the table erupted with cheers and I knew it’s and congrats. Y/N felt so happy she have friends that's happy for her and her relationship she couldn't help but noticed Jasmine Glaring and muttering something under her breathe.

“ What's wrong jasmine you okay” Y/N asks looking at Jasmine with full concern in her eyes.

Everybody at the table paused to look at what's about to happen. They could feel the tension roll off of Jasmine.

Jasmine looked up and just stared at Y/N before saying.

“ I just find it funny how all of sudden your with him” Jasmine says with attitude laced in her voice.

“ What's so funny about me being with Erik” Y/N says with full fire and confusion in her eyes. Everybody can feel how left this about to turn.

“ It's funny because you knew i like him and still went after him like the hoe you are”.Jasmine says slamming down her spoon.

Everybody got quiet and looked at Erik, Y/N and Mo’Nique. Y/N stood up and immediately the rest did too. “ Bitch I didn’t know shit we are just roommates you don't talk to me unless we are at home at the same time you barely know Erik because of me and the rumors that surround him” Y/n said so eerily calm while walking up to her.

Jasmine also stood up ready to fight Y/N if she had to. Y/N looked at her like she was crazy. “ Don't call me no bitch and you did know i told you in your face” Jasmine said getting in Y/N face.

“ Bitch you was talking about Kareem big head ass you don’t want Erik you want to fuck him bitch its a difference and if you didn’t notice he don’t like you don’t want shit to do with you”. Y/N says pushing Jasmine out her face. Jasmine took that chance to swing at Y/N but she missed. Y/N saw the punch coming and pivoted to the right and it hit Jasmine with two punches to the face making her fall.

Erik then ran up behind Y/N to hold her back from going after Jasmine again he knew she didn't stand a chance against Y/N. Y/N didn't like to fight but she would especially if she needed to defend herself.

Kareem was standing there looking shocked but disgusted at the same time Jasmine was known to get around and the campus is huge. Corey was holding Mo’Nique back so she wouldn't jump in the fight.

“ Nah bae she ain't worth it don't let her get you”. Erik says holding Y/N back whispering in her ear.

Y/N wasn’t tryna listen to anything Erik was saying. Y/N was pissed how dare this bitch come at her like this when she gave her nothing but kindness and then comes for her character. Y/N was seeing red.

“ Wassup now huh thought you were tough” Y/n yells then continues. “ If you also didn't notice he's always been mine you never stood a chance boo” now get up and fight since you wanna run that mouth run them hands.

Erik literally picked Y/N up and carried them outside so they wouldn't cause a bigger scene.

“ Babe calm the fuck down listen to me dont let that bitch get to you man focus baby” Erik says grabbing Y/N head so they can look eye to eye.

Mo’nique being the sneak that she is, was able to run up on Jasmine and start fighting with her. Kareem and Corey hurried and tried to pull them apart but they weren't letting go. Jasmine had a grip on Mo’Nique hair and Mo’nique was just punching her in the face.

Erik turned around, saw what was going on and was glad that jasmine was finally getting what she deserved but it was time to go before the cops got called.

“ Ayye yall come on lets go before the cops come” Erik yells while trying to get Y/N in the car.

Corey was finally able to pull Mo’Nique away from the fight and get her to the car.

“ Watch yall back bitches i got something for y'all” Jasmine yells walking away.

When Erik heard that it made a switch go off in his head he don't take threats lightly especially when it involve Y/N.

“ Yea Bitch try it if you want to ill fuck all yall up without remorse” Erik says with this evil look in his eye finally getting Y/N in car and turning around to look at Jasmine.

---- 1 Hour Later----

Erik pulls up to his California beach house he had for peace and to relax he then see’s Corey car pull up in the driveway behind him he wanted to take them all to this place to calm down.

Erik looked at Y/N and pulled her into a hug. He knew what had happened to her; he knew she was eating herself up on the inside.

Y/n immediately balled into tears she couldn't believe she let Jasmine get the best of her but she had to put her in her place. Y/N was so lost in her mind that's she didn't notice Erik carry her into the house.

“ Hey babe look at me please don't let this get to you okay you still the same Y/N everybody knows and loves baby”. Erik says while kissing her forehead he hates when she gets like this.

“ ……….. Thank you baby i really appreciate i'm good now promise” Y/N says kissing Erik on his lips.

Everybody moved to the living room and sat down on the couches. Erik grabbed the remote to turn on the tv and the game system. Y/N then gets up and tells Mo’Nique to follow her to the kitchen so they can decide what's gonna happen now

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morgansmoreid · 3 years ago

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Do You Still Love Me • Derek Morgan • Chapter Six

Chapter Name: "Take My Mind off All the Bad"

Fic Masterlist

Italic writing stands for flashbacks.

Content/Trigger Warnings: Slightly Detailed Smut, Implied Drug Usage, Talks of Child Molestation (very brief/Derek's past)

Smut Warnings: Cunnilingus, Praising, Overstimulation, Begging, Orgasm Delay, Penetrative Sex, Daddy kink (slight), Unprotected sex, Handjob

Bold Italic stands for the talking between phone calls

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"I don't push people away," Y/n mumbled as she pulled into the hotel parking lot.

She grabbed her jacket from the passenger side and headed to her room, ignoring the kind worker who said hello to her.

Y/n stepped off the elevator and pulled her key out of her back pocket, the 'ding' filling the hallway silence at that moment.

Closing the door quietly, Y/n walked towards the small light from the lamp on the left side. As she whipped her head around the corner, she was met Derek's bright smile.

"Hey," He nodded, muting the bad hotel show he was watching.

"Hi, baby," She slipped off her blazer and threw it onto a nearby chair with her jacket.

Walking to the bathroom, Y/n turned on the shower and looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were red, and her cheeks started to puff.

So many tears spread for the ones who don't care.

Stripping the rest of her clothes, Y/n stepped into the shower, the hot water flowing over her body. She just stood there for a while, the water the only thing filling the silence in the bathroom. The time moved slowly, leaving Y/n trapped in her thoughts.

"Ms, Feilds, please take off the sunglasses," The math sub called Y/n during the work period.

Y/n scoffed and slouched down as her heavy eyelids began to betray her.

"The sunglasses," The sub asked again, this time more demanding.

Before Y/n could say anything, Arianna turned around and grabbed them off Y/n's face.

"Fuck!" Y/n winced at the added sunlight.

The teacher took one look at Y/n's dilated pupils and took her into the hall.

The knock at the door pulled Y/n out of her thoughts.

"Bae?" Derek called out, the shower curtain blocking his concerned expression from Y/n's eyes.

"Hm?" Y/n hummed, poking her head out of the shower, not leaving much to the eye.

"You ok?" Derek leaned in.

Y/n shook her head in reassurance, a chill filling her body as Derek's thumb swiped across her cheek.

"So why are you crying?" He pulled back.

Y/n just stares at him.

"You don't see them, you won't get it."

"You might leave, I don't want you to."

"I hold up my past with strong walls, it only takes one hit though. One hit and it's all gone."

"I have habits that are calling my name and yet you are the only thing that keeps me from giving in."

That's what Y/n wants to say. She wants Derek to know, she wants him to listen.

"Sad day, that's all. Pass me that towel?" She changes the subject instead.

He looks back and passes her the towel hanging off the bathroom door. She wraps it around herself and steps out, turning off the shower from the outside. She walks out of the bathroom, Derek following behind as she pulls out a shirt and some underwear from her go-bag. She throws the towel to the bed, her body now exposed to Derek. He watches as she slips on the black underwear and one of his oversized graphic tees before throwing the towel over to the same chair her jackets were in.

Derek walks over to the bed, sitting in the same spot he was in before. Eyes follow down Y/n's body, almost habitual, a small grin appearing on his face at his marks that were starting to clear up from a few nights before. Y/n walks toward the bed and sits next to him, the hotel mattress providing little to no comfort at all.

"Are you ok?" She asks as she lays her head on his shoulder. It's a small gesture, but that's all Y/n wants and needs.

"Just tired, been a long day." Derek kisses the top of her forehead.

"You got that right," Y/n laughs.

It's a genuine laugh, a happy one.

Wrapping an arm around her torso, Derek pulls Y/n as close as he could. She's hiding something. Derek knows what it feels like to go through the lengths of keeping a secret. He was willing to go to jail for a murder he didn't commit if it meant no one knows what Carl Buford did to him. If it meant he didn't have to relive those memories once more.

Except even with the team by his side, Derek felt alone.

And when the memories resurface, when Derek can feel Carl's touch, he feels alone. Y/n pulls him out of that but he still feels alone. He doesn't want her to feel that.

It sucks to feel that.

"I love you," He mumbled into a comfortable silence.

Y/n looked up, her head almost hitting his chin, and just smiled.

"I love you too," She kissed his lips.

His soft, warm, comfortable lips.

Neither one could tell you what happened. Derek pulled Y/n in, leaving her straddled on his lap. Their kiss grew hotter as Y/n pulled herself closer to Derek, his forming boner giving her the friction her body desired. Hands gripped her sides as they moved down to her ass, a small moan leaving her mouth into his.

Derek's hands moved up Y/n's bare back as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Derek pulled the tee off of Y/n, throwing it somewhere in the room. Her skin was warm against his chest. His lips kissed and marked down her body before coming back up to hers.

"I love you," He said one more time.

"I love you."

Wrapping one arm across her back, Derek repositioned them both as a grin appeared on his face at the sight of his girlfriend under him.

Legs wrap around his waist as Derek marks Y/n's neck. He taps the side of her thigh, signaling for her to unravel her legs. As they fall to the side, Derek resumes his travel down her body again, this time taking the black underwear with him.

His arms wrap around her thighs as he pulls her all the way to the edge, eyes searching her for consent to continue.

She nods but it's not enough for Derek. He raises an eyebrow at her, getting an eye-roll in return.

"Tell me what you want." He mumbled.

"You." Y/n bluntly stated, staring him down.

"Can't hear you," He taunted, his fingers moving closer to Y/n's wet arousal.

"Please daddy," The words rolled of Y/n's tongue.

That was all it took for Derek. His lips attached her clit, a loud moan coming from Y/n in response. Her hands grabbed onto the bedsheets, squeezing them hard as Derek quickly quickened his pace.

To silence her moans, Y/n brought her hand to her mouth, the method only muffling the sounds to the bare minimum. Frowning at her actions, Derek added two fingers into her slit and pulled her hand down, her moan like a medley in his ears.

Small curses and names left Y/n's mouth as her orgasm started to build up.

"Derek..." She cried, her muscles tensing.

Instead of responding, Derek's tongue quickened its pace as his fingers curled inside of her again and again.

Throwing her head back, Y/n felt her composure wearing off as she called Derek's name one more time, only it came out in a breath, relieving how close to her climax she truly was.

As his fingers continued to thrust inside her, Derek pulled away and smirked at the begging Y/n.

"Go ahead," He growled in her ear.

He moved up to her face as his thumb came into contact with clit, throwing Y/n completely off the edge. With their chest's now in complete contact, Y/n's nails slid down Derek's back as she came down from her high.

Removing his hand, Derek ran his other one against Y/n's face, leaving small kisses as her breathing returned to a normal pace. His other thumb swiped across the tip of his tongue, Y/n's sweet arousal to taste.

He loved every part of Y/n. Take one look at them together and the feeling was clearly mutual.

Both of them wanted more.

Both of them craved more.

Turning her head to look at him, Y/n pressed her lips against Derek's, the taste savoring and sweet. His own muscles relaxed to the calm touch of her nail against his shoulder and her body goes soft at his hand to the side of her leg.

It's just the two of them in this moment-and they know it.

The kiss deepens fast as both tounges fighting for dominance. Y/n gives in and pulls the drawstrings of Derek's grey sweatpants, losing them out of the small knot they were in. Derek's figure points out just from under the band, a low grunt comes out as Y/n palms him.

His eyes meet hers, glassy and lust-filled as she lets at a patronizing smile. Pulling the sweats down, Y/n's hands rub on Derek, the action causing him to grip the sheets above her head with no mercy.

"Keep doing that and you'll ruin the fun," He said, his tone assertive and demanding.

"Like this?" Y/n fastened her pace as she batted faux innocence to Derek.

Instead of giving her a reaction, Derek used his hand to spread Y/n's leg farther away from his. Two steps ahead of him, Y/n made his job easier and braced herself for what was next.

"Ready?" Derek lined himself up with Y/n. He was aware of his size, he was aware of what he could do to Y/n.

And he loved it.

Slowly thrusting into her, Derek gave her a second to adjust before lacing his fingers with hers. He loved when it was just them. He loved when she was all his, all for him. He loved the way her eyes rolled back as his thrusts got harder. He loved the way his name rang out her mouth in pleasure.

He loved everything when it came to Y/n.

Especially her nails dragging down her back.

Y/n's fingers tightened around Derek's as she felt her second orgasm coming. Her body was sore and tired from the first time and she was getting closer and closer.

"You can do it," Derek praised in her ear.

"Come on do it for daddy," He kissed her lips, the words enough to send her past her limit.

Walls clench around Derek as her free hand drags down his back, Y/n's leg shaking violently as a result. His body fully covers her second later, one more thrust ending both of them.

It's like home to both of them. Their bare skins in contact with each other and only each other, the words that he mumbles in her ear, each syllable spent expressing his love for her.

They take away each other's bad.

Taking all the warmth with him, Derek head to the bathroom and comes back with a damp cloth.

"A shower will do us both good," He presses the fabric onto Y/n's body.

#derek morgan #Chocolate Thunder #derek morgan fic #derek morgan x reader #bau x reader #reader insert #mjmoreid #Criminal Minds #Criminal Minds Fanfiction #criminal minds fic #criminal minds smut #derek morgan smut

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yunopouts · 4 years ago

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how nct dream would react to idolgirlfriend!reader being shipped with someone else 😩😩😩

I just want to preface that none of the gifs i use are mine unless i clearly state so!!

OKAY HI 😩 so i finished this and sorry it took me a bit. also sorry if some of the scenarios are complete trash, i wanted to get something out for y’all since it’s been like two days :// ANYWAYS, i hope this is okay and enjoy our lil babies :)

Mork my fav Dork: He’s watching TV with, let’s go with 127 (cause why not) and an ad/teaser for your new drama comes on; it’s a clip of you and your love interest about to kiss

Absolutely jealous for no reason

Mans got a puffed chest 😭😭

Lip lick and raised brow

The Nct face, if you will

The rest of the boys are yelling and he joins in

“AYO THAT’S MY GIRLFRIEND” HE YELLS “Square up”AT THE TV

Would have punched the tv

Jungwoo and Taeyong have to hold him back but he’s still cursing at your poor coworker

literally just swearing at him in english

and johnny is literally sobbing over it

“NEXT TIME I SEE THAT DUDE ITS OVER” he yelled “Gonna beat his ass”

He keeps on muttering shit like that with the biggest pout and with his arms crossed until you come pick him up

He’ll literally be fine after he sees you come through the door

Renjeun: you were told that you, and the guy who you were giving an award with, looked really good together.

Renjun was there

Waiting for you

So he heard everything

He laughed really loudly

So loud that you heard him

So did your partner

And interviewer

And practically every person watching the interview through the tv

That man simply does not care

He knows that you wouldn’t cheat on him

He also knows that you’re his bitch

Jenojam: Lee Sooman and Mnet chose you and CIX’s Bae Jinyoung to be partners in a very sensual dance, and not you and your boyfriend, Jeno.

He’s neutral

Like, he’s very offended that he doesn’t get to dance with you

But on the other hand he’s so happy

because you’re getting more recognition as an idol

Since this is big he doesn’t want to say anything that would make you change your mind

But he does mention that there would definitely be a very big problem if jinyoung makes a move on you

Which makes you happy

because #protectiveboyfriendthings🤪

Kidding… not really lmao

FULL SUN ☀️ : you and your friend from your trainee days were photographed coming out of a hotel, which raised suspicion, even though y’all were only getting lunch

Petty bitch #1

Hyuck comes to the hotel to pick you up

Literally nobody knows you two are dating

When you and your friend were walking out of said hotel, you saw hyuck

Waiting outside a company car with his arms crossed

You had to act like you didn’t want to kiss him in sight

He took you by the hand and put you in the car

He brought you to the mall

Bought you so many things

For no reason cause you didn’t see the problem

Mr. Na, our favourite kindergarten teacher: you were to be modeling for Allure, but with your ex-boyfriend, Astro’s Sahna

Petty bitch #2

The glare

THE POSSESIVENESS

OH MY GOD

LIKE CLINGY BUT LIKE

HE’D LOOK SO HOT DOING IT

HE’D KISS HIS TEETH

AND ROLL HIS EYES

You have never seen him act this way ever

For the whole two years you’d been together

Welp, there’s a first for everything 🤷

Chenle: another male idol has his hand dangerously close to your butt, while posing for the cameras on the red carpet

Bitch is SCOFFING

He’s so mad

Jesus christ

“I’d like to see him try”

If looks could kill

Bae would be in prison

For life

Mans knuckles would be turning white

Veins poppin

He’d let the dreamies leave so that he could wait for you

He pulls you by the hand and actually puts his hand on your ass

Shameless mf

Andy Park: he would be scrolling through twitter and ship edit of you and your band mate (a group with boys and girls, like KARD) would pop up on his tl

He’d be so scared

And so sad

Even though he knows you guys are like family

Shaky hands, again

Take the baby away from twitter pls T_T

His eyes :(((((((

He’s honestly just offended that it wasn’t a ship edit of the two of you

You weren’t with him when he saw it

So the second you walked through the door of the Dreamie’s dorm

He got off the couch and without saying anything, he hugged you

It scared you because you didn’t know what was going on

But after he explained you laughed at him and kissed his face all over

#nct dream #nct fluff #dreamies #mark lee #huang renjun #lee jeno #lee donghyuck #na jaemin #zhong chenle #park jisung

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brelione · 4 years ago

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Love and Lies (JJ Maybank X Reader)

Word count:1562

Summary:JJ just wants to be appreciated.

Warnings:Mentions of sex, might make you sad.

Viv was JJ’s first serious relationship. He thought that he was ready for a relationship, that he was finally mentally stable enough to handle exposing himself to someone other than his friends. He gave her everything he had, listened to everything she said, and hugged her whenever she was feeling down.

He had opened up about his home life and his insecurities only for her to become angry with him for not telling her earlier in the relationship. She ended things after that, the only person that made JJ feel safe was now missing from his life and she had all his secrets.

He felt sick to his stomach as he walked to the Chateau from Viv’s house, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks. He felt ridiculous. He was silly to think that any girl would ever want him after he opened up to them.

They only wanted the person that he pretended to be and now he was left with nothing but a broken heart. He was tripping over his own feet once he got in the house, noticing the van was gone. He felt safe to cry since he knew that his friends werent home, letting out a choked sob as he squeezed the doorknob. You sat up immediately, shocked at what was happening. “JJ?”You asked, coming into the kitchen. His heart dropped, turning around with shaking hands.

The next thing he knew he had collapsed in your arms, sobbing into your skin as you held him tightly. You still didn’t know what was going on, whispering to him as you rubbed his back. His ears were ringing, trying to control his breathing as he clung to you.

“It’s okay, JJ.”You whispered to him, combing through his hair with your fingers. “No-no-no!”He choked out. “JJ, J, what happened?”You asked. He didn’t look up at you, figuring it would be less humiliating if you couldn’t see him.

“Viv broke up with me.”He answered. You nodded, waiting for him to say something else. His ears were ringing, his vision clouded and everything just felt wrong. He felt like he was floating away from his own body, unable to feel your touch.

He didn’t remember you bringing him into your room, giving him another hug before telling him to get some sleep. That’s when he finally returned to reality, grabbing your hand. “Please...just….”He didn’t say anything, squeezing your hand.

You were stiff, his arms around you and his head against the back of your shoulder. You could feel his tears even through the material of your hoodie, squeezing his hand. He grinned a bit, taking in a deep breath. He was just glad that he felt safe, more grounded now.

He knew that it was a terrible thing to love you. He didn’t want to, he had never meant to. But with Viv out of the picture, he was starting to wonder if all the love he had for her was actually for you. He had always acted differently around you than the others but he figured it was just cause you were a girl in a group of guys.

But of course, Pope came after him and said that was bullshit because you weren’t the only girl in the group. But JJ always ignored him and his feelings for you. He knew that you didn’t care about him or like him outside of the way a friend should like somebody but he couldn’t help it. He knew that there was no way to win, it didn’t matter if he confessed his feelings or kept it a secret.SO he did what his instincts told him to do.

It was a large boneyard party, John.B and Kie were handing out beers while JJ searched the crowds for you, a big grin on his face when his eyes finally met yours. He had gotten you away from the party, the two of you walking down the beach.

You were dancing as you walked, skipping on the sand as he smiled at you. Once he figured the two of you were far enough from the party he turned to you, taking in a deep breath. “Oh god...what’d you do?”You asked, waiting for some bad news.

“Um...okay.So...okay so basically…..okay-just hold on. Okay so for a while I’ve had a crush on you and um….well, I didn’t know how to tell you but I’m telling you now so...yeah.”He muttered. You were taken aback by his confession, not really sure what to do. If you were being honest you never looked at JJ like that.

You saw him as a close friend rather than someone that you’d want to have a romantic relationship with. But you couldn’t tell him that. Viv had already broken his heart and you didn’t want to hurt him again. If you hurt him he would have no one to go to. So you lied.

You told him that you loved him, that you always had and always would. And of course, he believed you. You faked everything for weeks, afraid that you were in too deep. You couldn’t break up with him. He didn’t deserve that. You wanted to love him, you really did.

He had taken your virginity, done things to you that you had never imagined. He took you on dates, let you wear his clothes, and slept in your bed. But still, you felt nothing. The two of you were laying in the hammock, his arm around your waist as the net swayed back and forth slowly. He pressed a few kisses to your neck, his hand making its way into your pants.

You could feel his boner pressed up against your ass, your breath getting shaky. “JJ.” You muttered, his cool finger slipping into your underwear. “Shhh...just let me take care of you, babe.”He whispered into your ear, fingertips brushing against your clit. You shivered, head leaning against his shoulder. He leaned down, biting your shoulder lightly before kissing the skin he had bruised.

He dipped a finger into you, moving slowly at first, his hot breath fanning against your neck. “I love you.”He muttered, the comment making you stiffen. Every time he said it you just felt uncomfortable. It made you feel guilty, gripping his wrist. He was confused, pulling his finger out of you and pulling his hand out of your pants, a frown growing on his face.

“What’s wrong?”He asked, not sure why you had stopped him. You took in a deep breath, licking your lips. You didn’t know what to say, getting out of the hammock and going inside of John.B’s house, walking past Kie’s sleeping figure and into the bathroom.

JJ sat up in the hammock, confused. You couldn’t do this anymore. You couldn’t lie to him but you didn’t want to hurt him, pacing around the bathroom. He knocked on the door but you ignored him, taking shallow breaths. He opened the door, staring at you.

“Are you okay?”He asked, standing in front of the doorway. You didn’t know how it happened, the next thing you knew you were confessing everything. “And I cant- I can’t pretend anymore, JJ! I can’t do it!”You sobbed. He did nothing but stare back at you, searching for anything to tell him that you were joking, that you loved him.

He shook his head, blinking. “You can’t- (Y/N)-I thought- why…...why’d you lie?”He asked, his eyes becoming glassy. You were speechless, taking in a shallow breath. “I don’t- I don’t….no, it’s just-I didn’t want to hurt you.”You whispered, choking on your own words.

“You would’ve hurt me less if you just told me the truth! For weeks you just- you lied!”He exclaimed. “I didn’t think it’d get this far!”You shouted. The Pogues were all awake, listening in on the argument. “What’d you think was gonna happen? Fuck, you and Viv. I thought you were different!”He exclaimed. “I don’t know what you want me to say, JJ!”You replied.

He stared at you for a few seconds, an unreadable expression on his face before he stormed out of the house, the screen door slamming behind it. You stood in the bathroom, hitting the wall before you walked out, bruises already forming on your knuckles.

It wasnt until he had days without you that he realised how much he really depended on you. He was forgetting to do basic things. He forgot to brush his hair, put on socks before he left for work or even charge his phone. You found yourself feeling like you were fading away, like your soul had detached from your body.

Kiara spent most nights with you, insisting that you at least call the blonde boy that you claimed you didnt love. You never listened though, shaking your head and telling her youd get over him eventually.

Pope was desperately trying to bring you and JJ back together, reminding his friend that you had a ton of his clothes and bracelets and that he should go get them from you. Pope knew that if you guys were even together for a few seconds that you’d find a way to fix things, he just didnt know how to get you guys back together.

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#jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x you #jj maybank smut #jj maybank headcanon #jj maybank x y/n #jj #jj maybank angst #rudy pankow

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exosmutfactory · 4 years ago

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Six Phases 006 Pt 2

Originally posted by exo-stentialism

Who knew it nearly took 6 months to win your heart, and 6 phases for Baekhyun to lose his mind.

A/N: sorry not sorry 😇🚗💨🔥

[ contains: romance, fluff, angst, & smut ]

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Somehow, waking up early on Saturday mornings had become a routine since that weekend. Between the plague-like thoughts that disrupted my sleep and how Baekhyun cutely requested for breakfast the next morning, I dragged my tired body out of bed and quickly whipped up some bacon with scrambled eggs. He insisted that my cooking was the best before the flavor even settled fully onto his tongue, counteracting my every protest with flustering compliments. I recall accidentally telling him he was full of shit—it was only a simple meal, after all. What is that compared to the hundreds of fancy restaurants he has dined in?

"Your food tastes like home," He argued between pacifying whines, back-hugging me in a way that always weakens my defenses. I begrudgingly agreed after convincing him to have turkey bacon from time to time. Pork has its place, and I preferably don't enjoy the breakfast variety all too often.

It's ridiculous what lengths I would go for this infuriatingly attractive man. If my weekend to-do list full of breakfast, groceries, and laundry is anything to go by, I wouldn't oppose being considered as "whipped" for him. It is what it is, man.

Every Saturday I am up and running by the time the sunlight breaks over the horizon. Regardless of how late I end up sleeping the night before, my eyes automatically open between the hours of 6 and 7; ready to climb out of bed as quietly as possible. Thankfully Baekhyun is a heavy sleeper who is content with hugging my pillow to his chest while I sneak off to the kitchen.

The aches in my body become very apparent the moment my foot touches the carpeted floor of our bedroom, a familiar feeling—welcomed almost, though I'd never tell Baekhyun that. His ego when it comes to things like this is big enough as it is.

Suppressing a shiver at the wintry morning air, I reach for his discarded shirt from the night before, tsking quietly at the two buttons missing from the top of the material. I swear he's the most annoyingly endearing man I've ever met. There's no other explanation for why I'm already planning what time to sew the buttons back on, carefully picking them up from the floor and leaving them on top of our shared dresser.

Luckily the remaining buttons are enough to shield my shoulders from the cold of the large apartment; the bottom of the shirt brushing against the back of my thighs as I make my way out into the hallway, gently closing the door behind me. In times like these I am grateful for Baekhyun's habit of leaving his house-slippers right outside of our bedroom. I rarely use mine despite his constant chastising. Some things in life are better bare.

Slipping into the slippers with ease, a smile tugs at my lips while shuffling quietly down the hallway. I usually keep breakfast simple: scrambled eggs, a few strips of bacon—maybe a pancake or two on a particularly good morning. Today, however, I'm in the mood for something more. Omelets, cinnamon buns, and the little sausages Baekhyun has adored lately.

Checking on the buns in the small conventional oven on the counter, I whisk away at the raw eggs that will make up Baekhyun's omelet, smoothing out the yolk entirely. A light breeze and soft kiss pressed to my shoulder break me out of my concentration. I could recognize those pouty lips anywhere.

"You're up early," I murmur, leaning back against his chest. Tilting my head up, I smile at his cute sleepy expression.

"Mmm," He manages to capture my lips in an upside-down kiss that melts me to my very core, his warm fingers seeping through the fabric of my borrowed shirt. "What are you up to?"

"Breakfast," I breathe, cheeks warming as he pulls away, quickly checking on the sizzling frying pan in front of me before he can catch me admiring his bare torso. "I got the sausages you like, Bae."

"Bae?"

The top of my head nearly slams into the bottom of the cabinets as I freeze in my tracks, frying pan clutched in hand. Shit, did I say that out loud? My face might as well be 50 shades of red. "I—I mean-"

Baekhyun plants a kiss on my head that throws my every thought out the window. "I love you." He hums, hugging me warmly before walking to the dining table. The view of his bare back as he runs a hand through his sleep-tousled hair is way too captivating for six-thirty in the damn morning.

I put my attention back on the pan, hurriedly removing it from the burner to slide the sausages onto a tray. 30 more seconds and I would have burned the damn things had I not shaken myself back into focus. "Jenny and the gang are coming over today."

"Today?"

I raise a brow at his tone. The high-pitched inquiry of his voice at the mention of his friends is a little suspect. Who was the genius that bragged so much about my BBQ short ribs everyone ended up inviting themselves over to our apartment? Shouldn't he remember our plans for tonight?

"Yes?" I drag out, tilting my head, looking at him skeptically with a hand on my hip, raising my spatula. "Did you forget?"

His silent form sitting rigidly at the table is enough of an answer. "N-" I raise my other brow. "Erm—M-Maybe?"

"Uh-huh." If he wasn't so adorable after just waking up with his lips tutted in a confused pout, I would give him hell. "I bought groceries yesterday, so we're only missing the wine-"

"I'm on it." Baekhyun perks up in his chair as if douched in cold water, pulling his phone out of nowhere. "Hyerin," He murmurs groggily, fumbling clumsily for a couple of seconds and slapping it to his ear in his hurry. "I need a bottle of Dom Perignon by 6:30. Thank you." The call is over in the span of 10 seconds. He sets the device next to his glass of orange juice on the table, busying himself with gulping down half of its contents. It takes a while for him to notice my bewildered gaze. "What?" He mumbles; orange pulp on his pouty lips.

I narrow my eyes, lowering the grease-covered frying pan back to the stove. "Who was that?" And how the fuck you just ordering Dom Perignon as if it doesn't cost my entire education expenses? If you just bought the $50k edition, I swear, Byun Baekhyun—"My new secretary." He yawns, stretching his arms above his head with a soft, content smile. "Come here." He mumbles, opening them towards me, his sleepy brown orbs fluttering sluggishly. "I miss you."

For a moment I just stare at him. "I'm right here..." I mutter softly, growing more aware of his current state by the minute. Those dark circles are committing the worst crime by being on his precious face. Carefully sliding his omelet onto a plate followed by a few pieces of sausage, I can't help laughing a little to myself at the comparison of our meals. His omelet managed to come out better than the one I made for me, perfectly solid compared to my result of scrambled eggs. No matter what, he gets the very best from me—I'm taking the biggest cinnamon bun though. That delicious treat has my name written all over it, it's mine for the taking. Besides, I can risk a sugar-crash unlike Mr. 12 hour shifts over there. Noting his drowsy form nodding off at the table, I quickly reach over to start the coffeemaker.

The smile that lights up his face as I present his food to him makes up for the few seconds I burnt my hand earlier, trying my best not to burn our whole apartment down. Note to self: never daydream about eventful Friday nights while leaning over a hot stove. Had I been slower to react, I'd be nursing my hand back to health with a frazzled boyfriend refusing to let me so much as brush my teeth on my own—it gets overwhelming after the first day, trust me.

Settling down on his lap under the persuasive encouragements falling from his irresistible lips, I hold up a piece of sausage to shush his drowsy mumblings. As cute as he is, he needs his morning protein before he can wake up and function properly. Especially after working 60 hours two weeks in a row. I respect his enthusiasm as a semi-workaholic myself, but damn am I worried. What kind of crazily time-consuming clothing line is going on in his beautiful head this time?

Baekhyun finishes his juice while I pick at my food, lazily twirling his hair between my fingers. Some days I ask myself why I’m still here, why I still try, why I continue on in this relationship that has more blurred lines than direct answers about our future. To tell the truth... I never expected to fall in love again. I never saw this coming—never saw him coming, when my sole way of survival has been spotting things from miles away. How did it come to this? How the hell did this man sneak past all my defenses so easily?

Maybe it was the smile he shot my way the first time we met or the way we had danced that Friday night, his body seeming to match so perfectly with mine. His comforting presence and sweet, brown eyes that hold all the stars in the universe. The countless late nights he has spent looking after me when I caught the flu from a combination of lack of sleep, stress, and poor life choices. He's always been there—always been here with me, but why… Why isn’t it enough? What is missing? How can I strip this weight off my chest that suffocates me more by the day?

"Baby?" Baekhyun's warm voice caresses my ear, comforting arms tightening around me.

"What if it happens again?" Jenny's worried face flashes vividly in my mind.

The memories come pouring in, making my mouth go dry as a lump forms in my throat. It takes everything in me to drag my eyes up to meet Baekhyun's inquiring orbs, plastering on another smile. The gesture is easier to manage with every sweet kiss his soft pillows plant on my lips. His heart-fluttering touch distracts my hyperactive mind for a while.

"Damn, Riley." Chanyeol practically moans, the sampling spoon I had offered him left to dangle pre-cautiously between his fingers. "Had I known you could cook like this, I would have come soon—ah!"

"Yah," Baekhyun scowls as I take the last serving plate from the counter to the table with a bashful smile, passing the tall man clutching the back of his head. "That's my girlfriend you're talking about." He mutters, lowering his hand, voice deepening in an unfairly attractive manner. "Watch your mouth."

"Geez." The giant huffs, glaring at him under the veil of his blonde hair. "You'd think you two were married with that—okay, okay!"

"When you two are done." The over-the-top chirp of my voice catches their attention; both their eyes widening like guilty little kids caught with their hands in a cookie jar. "Dinner is ready."

"Don't let me eat it all." Jongdae drawls, throwing an arm over the back of Jenny's chair, looking at them lazily, his brown eyes glinting mischievously. "Remember what happened last time."

Baekhyun and Chanyeol scramble for their seats as if their asses have been set on fire; an unusually quiet Jongin follows behind them, carrying a plate I forgot all about.

"Thank you." I gasp, quickly making room for the forgotten dish. "Set it down here, please."

Jongin nods, setting down the plate of cucumber salad next to the servings of Bulgogi. "I'm sorry Kyungsoo couldn't make it." He mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck. "Something came up at the restaurant."

"It's alright. Wanna pack a to-go plate for him?" Tilting my head, I smile in understanding at the sheepish expression on his face. "If you think he'd like my food, anyway," I joke, resting my arm on the back of my chair as I continue to face him, relieved at the familiar hint of playfulness restored in his eyes.

"Oh he's going to love it," Chanyeol insists with a pleased hum, yelping at the smack Jenny lands on his sneaky hand.

"Where are your manners, Park?" She sighs, shaking her head, fiery red curls bouncing with the motion.

"Save some for the rest of us, asshole." Jongdae grumbles, subtly eyeing the cucumber salad.

Everyone's plate already has a soft taco shell, warm from a few seconds in the microwave. The toppings are placed on top of the two tables Baekhyun and I had to push together to accommodate our guests: fresh Korean lettuce, sour cream, and other ingredients that Jenny helped me choose—especially that bowl of melted nacho-cheese Jongin keeps taking glances at.

We all look towards Baekhyun once he settles in his seat. He leans forward to reach the middle of the table, bypassing the regular bulgogi for the one drenched in a home-made sauce, spooning some on my taco shell with a chaste kiss to my cheek. "Eat up, everyone," He murmurs sweetly, tired brown eyes twinkling.

Jongdae doesn't even fake-gag with Chanyeol and Jongin, he goes straight for the cucumber salad. The fresh smell wafts in the air amongst the various meat and spices, making Baekhyun's nose crinkle adorably. I carefully brush his freshly dyed hair out of his eyes, chuckling at the pout he shoots my way. "Did you really have to make cucumber salad, baby? Cucumber?"

"One man's trash is another man's treasure, Byun," Jongdae mutters, forgoing his personal bowl to grab the whole serving. No one says a word, we just share knowing smiles. And once Chanyeol pops the cork of the expensive Dom Perignon, the real party begins.

Endless tales of embarrassing high school cafeteria incidents spill forth from Jongdae's mouth as if shame has gone out of style. The details he shares at the expense of Chanyeol's seemingly innocent public image flying out the window right along with it.

"One second this guy looked like he was taking the biggest shit of his life, and the next thing I know, Lee Naeun from 5th period Physics is crawling out from under the table, wiping spulge from her lips. Like, Chanyeol, what the actual fuck bro? Couldn't you have taken your business to the 3rd floor Janitor's closet? I think I still have the key..."

If it wasn't for Baekhyun's quick hands, I would've sprayed a mouthful of wine across the entire table.

Unfortunately, Jongin had to head out right after dinner, promising to meet up again soon before hurrying to Kyungsoo's house, two plates clutched in hand. Chanyeol decided to stick around for longer to "let his two glasses of wine wear off"—this man has the metabolism of a beast, we know why he's really here. His reason is comfortably seated next to Jenny on our striped couch, sock-clad feet propped up on the coffee table.

"Dinner was nice," Jenny smiles, sipping leisurely at her water.

"More than nice." Chanyeol boosts from our leather recliner, raising his glass, tipping his head at me. "Your food damn near tops Kyungsoo's," He pauses, brown eyes widening. "Don't tell him I said that."

"No worries," I laugh softly, hiding in the safety of Baekhyun's shoulder. He shifts towards me, finishing his wine and setting the empty glass on the coffee table before wrapping an arm around my waist, brushing his lips against my forehead in a way that leaves my heart shaking. The white loveseat we're sitting on sinks further under our joined weight, and really, there's no place I'd rather be—except our king sized bed, that is. Baekhyun's firm grip on my bare thigh isn't helping my tipsy trance in the slightest. The universe knows I'd rather be getting drunk off of him right now.

"I'm going for a smoke," Jongdae mutters, rising from the couch. He leans down to Jenny for a kiss that leaves her beaming, going to retrieve his trench coat and shoes before slipping out of the door.

Good to see them doing well; I blink in surprise, smiling teasingly her way. I'm happy for her! It really is a pleasant surprise to see Jongdae stating their relationship in such a way; an immense improvement from their past encounters of Jenny nervously seeking affection and Jongdae down-right dodging it like his life depends on it. Public displays of affection are a sweet, straightforward way to say, "hey, this person means a lot to me," or, "back off, they're mine." Which personally sets me on romantic fire. Even if it's just holding hands, it can put me in high spirits—doing it with a certain, cheeky silver-haired man is just a bonus.

Jenny winks, fanning her cheeks that match the rosy shade of her hair before tuning in to Chanyeol's loud chatter.

Soft laughter rumbles in Baekhyun's chest as he engages in the conversation. His warm palm securely holds my hand when I slip my cold palm into his warm one. He presses a kiss to the back of it, pulling a silent giggle from my lips as he smiles at me with an arched brow, squeezing our intertwined fingers.

"Riley?"

I drag my eyes up to Jenny who's loosening her red curls by running her fingers through them. "Yeah?"

"Jongdae's not answering his cell," She murmurs with a worried frown. "Can you go check on him, please?"

And why can't you do it? — Or come with me for that matter? I raise a brow, getting up from the chair and Baekhyun's warmth with a silent sigh. "Okay. I'll be back." If I get kidnapped or spooked by some random asshole, she'll never hear the end of it. I really should ask Baekhyun to teach me a thing or two about hakipdo though.

Jenny beams, a peculiar twinkle in her eye, clasping my hand between hers. "Thank you!"

Uh-huh... I try not to eye her too warily.

"Take my coat, baby," Baekhyun murmurs, kissing the side of my wrist. "It's cold out."

"O-Okay." I clear my throat, pointedly avoiding the smug smiles of the other two in the room while walking over to the coat hanger.

Slipping on his brown, cinnamon-scented coat brings a giddy smile to lips—one I'm quick to hide in the soft fabric.

I slide on my boots before making my way to the elevator, not up for taking the 4 levels of stairs this late at night. Thankfully, that nosy neighbor down the hall isn't meeting me at the elevator tonight on one of his various late-night escapades. I've had enough awkward encounters with his lovers to last me a lifetime.

The lobby is empty except for a lone security guard who waves my way, face lit up in familiarity. Smiling back, I step out the crystal-clean glass doors of the building into the quiet night, quickly finding the man I'm looking for standing at the edge of the sidewalk. "Jongdae."

"Huh?" He looks over his shoulder, turning halfway at the sight of me, pulling a joint from his lips.

"You alright?" I pull Baekhyun's coat tighter around me, resisting the urge to shiver in the icy wind. "Jenny was looking for you."

"Looking for-" He chuckles, brown hair ruffling as he throws his head back in laughter. "Girl, please. I was instructed to come down here 5 minutes ago." He continues, inhaling deeply from the stick between his fingertips. "She ain't looking for me, she's looking for a way for them to chat privately and to make us talk..." He sighs, looking over at me. "I'm not exactly the best company for deep shit."

"O-kay then," I mumble, more than a little peeved, ready to turn on my heel in any direction other than stay here.

"Let's talk." He shrugs, exhaling smoke into the frosty air. I shoot him a wary look, barely taking a step in his direction. "I said let's talk, not have a screaming match." He mutters, rolling his eyes into the back of his head. "Why you all the way over there?" He follows my gaze to the stick between his fingers. "What? This?" He scoffs, smirking. "It's a joint, worst thing you'll get is the munchies."

Crinkling my nose, I take a couple more steps closer anyway, standing beside him, keeping a respectful distance between us.

"Listen." He sighs, taking another drag. "I know I've done some things that… I didn't necessarily have to do." He glances at me for a moment, and then faces the street lights. "Bros before hoes, you know?"

Yeah, I inwardly roll my eyes, focusing on a lonely snowflake evaporating before it reaches the ground. There's a lot to be said over people doing things that they didn't necessarily have to do. If I had a dime for every sleepless night I've had because of Jongdae's shameless mouth, I wouldn't be paying off my student loans anymore.

"Look." Jongdae takes one last drag, crushing the joint under his worn-out winter boots. "The way he is now is much better than the Baekhyun we knew back then." He nods a little to himself, meeting my gaze. "Still can't see why he decided to change his ways for you...but oh well." He mutters, lips quirking into a playful smirk at my small smile before facing the city lights again. Festival lamp-shaped snowflakes attached to the top of every streetlight beam against the dim backdrop of empty downtown buildings, prepared for the coming holidays. "You're alright for a best friend stealer."

A laugh escapes before I can slap my hands over my mouth, meeting his eye nervously only for us to both end up laughing; our amusement echoing loudly through the quiet night.

"Riley?" Jenny's confused voice peeps up, red curls rebelling against the hood of her fluffy white coat.

"Over here!" I cup my hand around my mouth, waving to get her attention.

She turns towards us, rounding the corner with quick strides. "There you are! I thought you got grabbed or something." She fusses, resting a hand on my arm, leaning closer to whisper in my ear, "Especially you. Baekhyun was two seconds from hunting you down with my head on his mantle."

"Jenny!" I snort, accepting her tight hug, my voice muffled in her puffy coat. "It kinda would be your fault though."

"I know!" She exclaims, viewing me from an arm's length away. "I was sweating out my hair."

"Baby?" That unmistakable honey voice calls. A head of fluffy silver locks and brown eyes peek around the building, catching light in the streetlights.

"Here, B," I soothe, chuckling as he speeds over to us, gathering me in his arms without hesitation.

"I thought I lost you," He mutters, hiding in my hair.

"She was gone for ten minutes," Jongdae deadpans.

"Ten minutes too long!" He pulls back to glare over at the brunet, hugging me to his chest with cheeks too rosy to be merely from a few moments out in the cold.

"Just how much of that wine did you drink?.." I narrow my eyes, cupping his flushed cheeks.

"Good thing you only bought one bottle," Jenny laughs nervously, slowly gravitating to shelter behind Jongdae's taller form.

"Enough to miss you." Baekhyun's breath leaves goosebumps on my chilled skin, his soft lips brushing my ear.

"Al-right, time to go before the lovebirds start mating." Jongdae grumbles, wrapping an arm around Jenny's beaming form. Their matching smirks have me scurrying to direct my tipsy boyfriend back towards our apartment.

"Uh—okay! See you guys next time!" I laugh to mask my burning face, gently pushing Baekhyun into the building.

"Goodnight! Don't do anything I wouldn't do," Jenny sing-songs, the smugness clear in her tone.

"Can't make any promises!" Baekhyun proclaims over his shoulder, much to my embarrassment. Thankfully he quiets down once we reach the elevator, but based on the wide eyed security guard, the damage has already been done.

Can the frozen ground just please open up and swallow me whole?

The view of this busy street differs from all the other times I've walked down it with Baekhyun by my side. Maybe because it's been almost 2 years since I've moved to this city, or that new boutique being set up at the end of the road. Whatever the case, the air is different—crisper, cleaner. Refreshing as I briskly walk to my destination, wanting to avoid being out in the cold as much as possible. The weather here is so much colder in the middle of December compared to how flowers were still budding around this time outside of my childhood home.

Humming a song that's been stuck in my head for days with my car keys spinning around my finger, I stroll into Privé Alliance's building, admiring the latest clothing line pictures hung up along the walls and waving to the new receptionist while making my way to the elevator. Many men and women in business attire are all over the place as per usual during the busiest months of the year. However, once I make it out of the crowd of chattering employees, the sight of a familiar face waiting in front of the elevator brings a smile to my face. "Kyungsoo!"

The short-haired man turns around. "Hello, Riley." He nods with a small smile as we step inside the open doors, pressing the buttons to the 5th and top floor. "Lunch date?"

"Hmm?.." Blinking a few times, I follow his gaze to the picnic basket clutched in my hand. "Oh! Yes." I chuckle, smoothing down my hair. "Sorry." Between nearly slipping on a patch of ice on the way over here and the pretty lights decorated all over the city, I've forgotten the reason I left our fridge in a disarray this morning. Who decided to store the sandwich meats at the back of the refrigerator? I know Baekhyun loves my home cooking, but damn, man, let me have a break too.

"It's alright." Kyungsoo chuckles, arching a brow. "Hopefully you can get him to relax."

"Relax? Coming from you!?" I gasp sarcastically, covering my mouth with wide eyes.

"Only because he's seconds away from firing half the 3rd floor." He mutters with a roll of his eyes, yet an apologetic smile forms on his face. "Sorry I couldn't make it to the gathering." He clears his throat while facing forward again, straightening his suit.

"It's alright," I smile, resisting the urge to chuckle at his flustered state, checking my outfit in the elevator's reflection. It may be a chilling 40 degrees—4 in celsius—but I can spare the warmth of my legs for a 2 minute walk from Privé's parking lot. No weather can tell me what I can and can't wear. If I want to rock a pencil skirt on the coldest day of the week, so be it! Plus, these two-inch heels couldn't be left behind. I can't show up at Baekhyun's workplace with the poor fashion choices I subject him to at home, so we're going, coolness over comfort.

"Life happens," I mumble, tucking rebellious locks of hair behind my ear. "I'm just glad you're doing okay." The smile that forms on his heart-shaped lips when I take a glance at him makes me beam back.

"I'll stop by sometime this week." He hums, black dress shoes tapping on the floor. "I just finished a new recipe."

"Recipe?" I blink, mildly intrigued, mentally running over the list of food I'm carrying for the 3rd time today.

"Fried ice cream cake," He smirks, nonchalantly checking his watch.

"Fried-" My jaw damn near drops to the floor. Fried? Fried!? The one ice cream Baekhyun banned me from attempting myself after burning my hand while frying fish a few days ago?! Which Baekhyun is half to blame, by the way—never sneak up on someone over a popping frying pan. It never ends well. Besides that, it also was the day I truly realized the stamina that man possesses. I have never seen someone react so quickly to shove my hand under ice-cold water in my life.

Searching for any cameras in the elevator, I step a little closer to the short-haired man, whispering discreetly behind my hand, "W-Will you bring me some?"

"The prettiest one," He promises, softly patting my shoulder, chuckling at the star-struck expression written all over my face. "This is me, I'm afraid."

"Huh?" I blink into focus, shocked to be on the 5th floor so soon. What the heck. What is it about elevator rides with Baekhyun and Kyungsoo that make them go by lightning-fast compared to the stifling, tension-filled ones with Jongdae? If you can read a room, it truly makes a difference. "Oh, don't let me keep you." I give a little wave, balancing the picnic basket on my forearm. "See you later!"

Kyungsoo nods, smiling with a wave of his own as the double doors close. It is at that moment that I freeze, recalling how Baekhyun mentioned he hired a new secretary a few weeks back. Well... shit—how do I explain why I'm arriving at his floor unannounced on a random Tuesday afternoon?

Do his employees even know we are dating?.. A small part of me doubts it. Why do I care? Oh, right—I fucking live with him!

By some miracle, no one is occupying the neatly arranged desk when the elevator opens on the top floor, saving me from the completely rushed explanation I have no idea how to even put into words. All that lies before me is an undisturbed walk to Baekhyun's office, the intimidating black door slightly ajar. I slip off my heels, rushing out of the elevator on sock-clad feet before the doors close. Baekhyun's businessman voice filters through the quiet air. He must be on the phone.

Shuffling as quietly as possible down the hallway, I peek into his office. My eyes quickly find his broad form leaning a hip against his executive desk, a phone pressed to his ear as he faces the floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing the heart of Seoul. Impeccably dressed in a wrinkle-free, white dress shirt with his sleeves rolled up. His black blazer thrown over the back of his chair. Like always, the splashes of color in every corner of the room have my lips curling up, but I have to muffle a small giggle at the sight of a thin pink measuring tape hanging around his neck.

I slowly inch closer, discarding my coat and setting down the basket in one of the leather chairs. Smoothing my flower-patterned, white button-down shirt, I silently approach him, gently covering his eyes once he ends the call. "Guess who~"

Baekhyun stiffens for a moment before swiftly turning around, wrapping his arms around me and lifting me up, setting me down on his desk. He cups my cheeks in his warm palms, crashing his lips to mine before I can make a sound. "Thank god, it's you." He breathes, warm fingers sliding into my hair.

"W-Well—hello to you too." I barely manage to get out between his feverous kisses, making a noise in surprise when he pulls me flush to his chest. "What is it?" I ask softly, noticing the bothered look on his face; carefully running my fingers through his styled hair as he hides in my neck. "Another long day?"

"You have no idea." He sighs, looking up at me. "I was 2 seconds away from losing it."

"Don't-" I pause, thinking about it. A few memories of last week flash through my mind. "Well, you are kind of hot when you're angry..." In the proper context.

Baekhyun perks up, exhausted brown eyes regaining their sparkle. "Really?"

I hum to appease his hopeful expression, yelping when he pulls me into his arms, not expecting to be carried up from the desk so suddenly.

"Come here," He murmurs, walking around to sit in his chair, setting me on his lap. "I need strength to get through these reports."

Gently playing with his hair to calm down my racing heart, I tilt my head, "Do you have time for a lunch break?"

Baekhyun hums distractedly, kissing my forehead, holding me closer to his firm chest. "We can order in a little later."

Kyungsoo's words come back to mind while I watch Baekhyun continue to click around his computer, brown eyes squinted and brows furrowing more by the minute. I inwardly cringe at the move I'm about to pull, but… Our sandwiches' lifespan is ticking away. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

"But…" I pout, resting my hands flat on his chest, widening my eyes for effect as his focused orbs shift to meet mine. "But I made it."

"Let's eat now then," Baekhyun smiles, his steady gaze flickering all over my person. I swear I just witnessed his pupils dilating right before my very eyes. "Give me 5 minutes."

My lips quirk up, "One-"

"I'll set a timer." He laughs, shaking his head, reaching for his phone between his bright screen laptop and desktop PC.

Smiling in victory, I stretch across the desk to retrieve the basket, peeking at his computer accidentally. "Holy shit, is that Melody Hudson?" I straighten up, focusing on the magazine cover opened up on a famous website. "The model?" My eyes widen in awe of her tall blonde form modeling a stunning royal blue summer dress; the color bringing out the blue in her shining eyes. I place the basket on a clear spot on Baekhyun's crowded desk before rubbing his stiff shoulders. He must still be tense from work. "She's so pretty."

Baekhyun hums, placing a hand on my cheek. His gentle caress coaxes my eyes back to his. "But you're beautiful," He whispers, resting his forehead on mine, brushing a thumb over my lips.

There's nowhere to hide the red hue that springs onto my face, making him chuckle as I quickly turn back to start taking out our food.

"Would you like to accompany me to a photoshoot?" The tentative tone of his voice has me raising a brow.

"Sure!" Handing him his sandwich, I press a kiss to his cheek, carefully unwrapping my homemade fries. "I'd love to see you work behind the scenes."

"Actually..."

I look at him, mid-bite of my toasted turkey sandwich.

"I'll be in the scenes," He drops, soft lips quirking a boyish grin.

My grip on my sandwich rips a hole in the middle while preventing it from falling out of my hands. "I…"—Behind the scenes witnessing Baekhyun modeling?? With his god-tier body and knee-weakening smirks that have me crumbling from beyond a screen alone? Hell to the mother fucking yes! "O-Okay."

Baekhyun's brown orbs twinkle knowingly, an amused smile forming on his lips as he presses them to mine. "Great."

It's impossible to mask my excitement while slipping into the passenger seat of Baekhyun's Audi. The beautiful red highlights around the black interior never fail to leave my jaw dropped in awe, fingertips tempted to graze over every surface. I'd like to think a person's dream car matches their owner, and there's no denying how devilishly divine my boyfriend looks settling into the driver's seat.

Baekhyun's simple, black button-down shirt and matching jeans have me inwardly salivating—I don't even have the slightest clue of why he's going to a photoshoot today. Privé? A cover for a magazine? Possibilities are endless, but not just anyone can request an hour of his time during one of the busiest months of the year.

"Are you ready?" Baekhyun glances over at me, his unstyled hair tucked under a Privé corduroy camel baseball cap that I haven't quite seen before.

"Yes," I beam at him, tilting my head curiously. "Is that hat new? I don't think I've seen it before."

Baekhyun smirks, brown eyes glinting mischievously as he straps on his seatbelt. "Maybe." He rests a hand on the steering wheel and the other on my thigh, backing out of his designated parking space. "Hold on tight, baby. You're in for a long ride."

I blink, having no clue what kind of ride he means. When it comes to Baekhyun, you never know what you're getting yourself into, but you never really have to worry about it either. If I hadn't known him for a few years, I would have bugged him to tell me where we're going for the entire ride. But with a few years under our belt—and some long months spent sharing a close-knitted home—I can comfortably sit back and relax for the whole journey, because there is no Baekhyun without one.

•••

The parking lot outside of the building is relatively calm, with only a few staff members bringing in materials from their cars. Inside of the place, however, is a complete madhouse. Everyone is speed-walking to various rooms and popping up from behind every corner. Not a drop of silence in the heavily populated area.

"There's our man of the hour!" A tall, aged man steps forward to shake Baekhyun's hand, carefully cradling a camera strapped around his neck. "So glad you could make it. I hope we are not taking up too much of your time?" He inquires, pushing glasses further up his nose, glancing over at me.

"Oh no, of course not!" Baekhyun shakes his head, shifting closer to wrap an arm around my waist. "I invited my girlfriend to accompany me today." He clears his throat, reddening cheeks caught under the harsh spotlights. "I hope you don't mind."

"No, not at all," The man reassures, gesturing towards a staff member who quickly brings over a grey single-seat sofa. "The more the merrier. Here you go, Madam. Is the chair to your liking?"

"Yes, thank you," I smile, trying not to stutter, brushing my fingertips over Baekhyun's warm palm before taking a seat. He shoots me a little bashful grin as the photographer whisks him away, a team of stylists directing him to a chair on the opposite side of the room. It's amusing to see so many people fussing over his hair, pulling out hairspray, and presenting him with simple yet sexy articles of clothing.

A few other models are walking around in the same attire, giving off a cool vibe of the newest clothing line, but when Baekhyun steps out of a dressing room…

Holy shit.

No, seriously holy shit!

Baekhyun walks into the room, standing against a wall as stylists comb his hair over to the left side of his face, using sprites of hairspray to tuck the right side behind his ear. As if he doesn't look dangerous enough adorning a leather jacket, a black shirt with white scribbles I can barely make out from this distance, and camel pants with unique, black low-platinum shoes.

The staff directs him over to the area with a gray backdrop, lights and cameras focused all over the place. Baekhyun practically glides over there, oozing with that stunning Ceo confidence. At a closer look, I can make out the pretty image of open and outstretched hands in the white lines at the bottom of his shirt. The intriguing detail has my full attention until I feel a persistent stare.

I lift my eyes higher to meet Baekhyun's dark brown orbs—from me sitting in the back of the room or getting into character; I have no idea. Suddenly my red knitted sweater is a bit too warm despite not being in front of any bright lights. Just when I think it can't get any worse, the photographer announces that it's time to begin.

If I had known what I agreed to the other day, I would have been more prepared—or so I'd like to think. I mean, how does one prepare their feelings for watching their unfairly attractive, multi-millionaire boyfriend pose for the camera as if moments away from sweeping them off of their feet!? And not in a sweet way either. Nah, ain't nothing innocent about the lethal expression swirling within his dark brown orbs. Especially while they are pointed right at me.

The hairstyle they gave him just makes my situation worse. How am I supposed to sit still with this man gazing so intensely into the "camera"? Is this really the same drowsy Baekhyun who I have to wake up every Sunday morning? Where did his tiredness go? There ain't nothing exhausted about the way he is staring at me! And when they bring out a chair for him to sit on… No. Hell no. That's it.

Draping my sweater over the back of my chair has his covered lips curling up at the corners, I just fucking know it.

After a few more camera flashes, the stylists are back with a new outfit in tow, gesturing for Baekhyun to change. However, right as he is turning down the short hallway leading to the dressing room, someone comes rushing into the building.

"I'm so sorry I'm late!" A petite woman with a French accent flies into the hall. "Traffic was-" She skids to a halt, staring at Baekhyun as if she's seen a ghost, her brown wavy hair mid-loop of making a bun. For a long moment, nobody says a word, and then she's on the move, crossing the short distance within two furious strides.

Her slap echoes across the tall walls.

"To think I waited for you." She grits out between heated spews of French. Her gray eyes brimmed with tears shoot daggers into Baekhyun's wide-eyed ones. "To think I held onto the fact that maybe you actually cared." Her whole body shakes as staff members rush over to restrain her, calling her name over her loud obscenities in an attempt to calm her down, trying to pull her away from him before she can jump him. It takes three men to drag her back out of the building. A woman from the small crowd quickly follows, dropping a blue clipboard in her haste. We hear her panicked voice a split second before the door slams shut behind them.

I don't know when or how it happens, but I'm already on the other side of the room, reaching out for a stunned Baekhyun being fussed over by stylists. "Baekhyun?" My eyes flicker all over his shock-stricken face once they move out of the way for me. A lump forms in my throat at the look in his eyes. "B," I tentatively place my hand over his frozen one on his cheek, the red handprint visible between his fingers. "Baekhyun!"

He flinches, shaky pupils focusing on me. "Y-Yes?"

"Are you okay?" Emotions grip at my throat, making it hard to speak while my eyes keep shifting between his alarmed ones and his steadily bruising cheek. I take the ice pack a staff member hands over without a word, gently brushing his hand away to hold it to his face. "Come here."

Baekhyun silently follows me to the dressing room, seemingly in a daze as stylists vacate the room, closing the door on their way out. I lead him over to a swivel chair in front of a white vanity table, letting him settle before speaking. "What was that?"

"What was what?" He mumbles, breaking my heart at the sight of him pressing ice to his swelling cheek.

"You know what I'm talking about." Crossing my arms, I continue staring him down. "Who was that woman, Baekhyun? Why did she hit you?"

"I'll tell you later, baby." He avoids my eye and his reflection in the mirror, getting up from the chair. "Let's wrap this photoshoot up, hmm? Then we'll go home-"

Stumbling to reach the door before he does, I block his escape, looking into his conflicted eyes. "I'm not letting you leave this room until you answer me."

His lips twitch, "Baby-"

I cross my arms despite my racing heart, my stomach twisting in an ignored warning. "I need answers-"

"For fuck's sake, Riley!" He thunders, startling me so much I slam the back of my head on the doorframe. "Out of my fucking way."

I step aside without another word, turning my head away as he storms out of the room. The slamming door left in his wake has my heart jumping into my throat. Anxiety grips at my chest like a vice, making it hard to breathe. I latch onto a Privé clothing rack, holding onto it for stability.

Baekhyun's tone on the other side of the door is much calmer while talking to one of the staff. I wait for a few minutes, resting against the clothing rack until his voice drifts away; the loud taps of his shoes fading into the distance. No matter how far away he is—most likely continuing on with the photoshoot by the faint clicks of a camera echoing around the quiet building—I don't… I can't; I won't go back out there to watch him. No, not after that. I'm sure everyone in the vicinity heard what just happened.

Slipping out of the room, I gasp when I bump into someone else, my heart beating so hard it hurts to breathe. Could this day get any worse? Seriously? "I'm so sorry."

"You're fine," The same staff member I heard minutes ago with Baekhyun shakes her head, smiling in sympathy. "Tough morning, huh?"

I can only manage a deep exhale, nodding, "I guess you could say that, u-um—" I'm losing the battle against the sting steadily building behind my eyes. "Do you know where the bathroom is by any chance?"

"Just around the corner," She nods, pointing farther down the hallway. "First door on your left."

"Thank you," I breathe, hurrying down the hall. Before I can pass by her, however, I notice her angrily marking out a name with a black sharpie from the same blue clipboard that clattered to the floor earlier.

Nicole. The woman they dragged out earlier…

With tears finally breaking free from my sore eyes, I couldn't have reached the bathroom fast enough.

To my relief, the room is empty. Nothing but painfully bright lights and the porcelain floors to witness my current state. I walk up to the sinks with a shaky sigh, splattering cold water on my face. My reflection isn't a pretty sight to behold when I look into the mirror, bracing my hands on the countertop as I take in the streaks of mascara running down my face. The one day I decide to wear a non-fool-proof kind and this is what I get?

Sighing, I turn to lean my back against the counter, crossing my arms. The photoshoot is back in full swing with all the compliments the photographer is showering Baekhyun in. It's pretty pathetic of me to hide out in this ice-cold bathroom, but I rather shiver for a few minutes than face him right now. Something about the way he reacted earlier... To that woman, to me—doesn't feel right. Maybe I pushed him too far? I just… Do I not have the right to know who just slapped the hell out of my boyfriend? Hell yeah, I'll admit I want to know who she is because he's mine and she was acting as if she was waiting forever for him to recuperate her feelings, but it's not just about that. No—Nah. The deer in headlights expression on his face as her hand collided with his cheek will not leave my mind.

Whatever it is, whatever just transpired in front of me; something is off and I rather be out the line of fire while trying to figure it out.

"To think I waited for you" For what? For when? With the way things are going, I might never know the answer.

The lack of chatter filtering through the echoing walls of the room catches my attention. I tentatively peek out of the bathroom, stepping back into the hallway at the uncharacteristically quiet state of the building. Is the shoot over already? Pushing past my dimly lit surroundings, I head back to the dressing room, hesitantly standing in the open doorway. I'm confused to not find Baekhyun there, or in the main area when I poke my head over the edge of the short hallway.

"Excuse me?" I approach the nearest stylist, moving out the way of another one clumsily carrying out articles of clothing. "Have you seen Baekhyun?"

She shakes her head with a pop of her minty gum, giving me a solemn look. "Last I saw of him, he was on his way to the men's room on the other side of the building."

"Ah..." Dread fills my stomach, and something tells me that I rather not find out why. "Thank you," I murmur in passing, quickly making my way back out of the room, speeding down to the opposite hallway. The possibility that I got left behind in an unfamiliar part of the city twists my stomach into knots until I round the corner. I stumble to a halt, sucking in a breath. My heart breaks at the sight—and then the rage kicks in.

Baekhyun's broad form in his partially unbuttoned black shirt braces himself against the wall, looming over a model. Her hand is in his hair and their lips interlocked in an intimate kiss. The sight has my blood boiling—nah, it's turning into fucking lava.

"Wow." I bark out a laugh, loud and hollow, positively seething as he jumps back from her as if burned. "If you were going to cheat, you could have at least had the decency to do it behind my back." The smirk that forms on my lips is the worst kind, the ugliest kind, the kind that has fear flickering in Baekhyun's wide brown eyes. "Or was this your intention all along?"

"R-Riley-" He stares like a deer in headlights, hurrying over to me, smearing her red lipstick over his lips in his haste to rub it off with the back of his hand. "Baby, please keep it down. I can explain-"

"Nah," I shake my head, looking at him in disdain. Just the sight of him right now has me heating up with anger. I'm seeing red as the model smirks at me from over his shoulder. That bitch. "This is explanation enough." I spin on my heel before I do something I won't regret in the slightest, just for his sake.

Baekhyun's dress shoes tapping frantically behind me as I storm back into the main hall.

"Riley, baby." His grip on my wrist throws me over the edge. "Please-"

"What were you doing, huh?" A snarl forms on my face as I whirl back around, meeting his pleading eyes. "Gonna show her your failed attempts at lasting for longer than a minute?"

Everyone in the room pauses. The photographer almost drops his prized camera.

Baekhyun's face grows progressively red, and if it wasn't for the rage burning in my own veins, I'd be concerned about the vibrant hue going up to his ears right now. Just like his mishap a few days ago that would normally be insignificant, it was his grave mistake. The key that I used to fuel the fire to the flame in the most torturous of ways... Have I hit a nerve, Hyunnie?

His grip tightens on my wrist. "We," He barely gets out in an angered growl of his own, "Are leav-"

"Get your filthy-" I hiss, snatching my wrist out of his grasp, "Paws off of me." I grab my sweater on my way out, exiting the building without looking back. The bite of the cold wintry air is a relief for my heated skin. "I'm not going anywhere with you."

"I drove." He says through clenched teeth, hot on my heels.

"And I'm walking." I bite back, walking past the car as he climbs into the driver's seat.

"Riley!" Baekhyun bellows, putting the Audi in gear and slowly following me out of the parking lot. "Get in the fucking car!"

I cross my arms, scoffing out a laugh. It doesn't matter where the hell I am, I'm not getting back in that car with him. Bringing me all the way out here just to pull that shit. He can kiss my ass. I knew I shouldn't have gotten in that car with him. If I had taken my own four-seat beauty that I left back at home, I'd be halfway on the way to Jenny's by now.

Baekhyun continues to follow behind me, honking obnoxiously, attracting unwanted attention from bystanders that whisper amongst themselves. Some of them pull out their phones. What a spectacle we would make for the front cover of magazines, endlessly entertainment for all their peering eyes. Pausing for a moment to weigh my options, I step towards the Audi with a sigh, climbing in without a word to the fuming man next to me.

Baekhyun drives on, clutching onto the steering wheel with both hands. His grip is so tight his knuckles turn white. I direct my gaze out of the passenger window, avoiding him at all costs within the confines of the car. The long ride home and walk up to our apartment does nothing to ease my rage. Anger continues to thump angrily in my veins as the past two hours replay in my mind.

Baekhyun unlocks the door and holds it open for me. I walk into the apartment with a scoff, moving to tug off my boots only for my back to meet the wall, the front door closing with a startling slam.

"What was that?" Baekhyun glares at me, fire burning bright in his brown orbs. He can't exactly tower over me, but by his mannerism, he doesn't need any extra height to get his point across.

"What was that?" I mumble, peeling off my shoes, ducking under his arm to cross the other side of the room. The longer I stay in these warm clothes, the more I die from the uncomfortable heat.

"No, what the actual fuck, Riley?" He shakes his head, long strands of silver hair dangling in his fury-filled eyes. "You know exactly what I'm talking about."

"Fine." I retort, rolling my eyes and looking at him, "Who was that woman then?"

His nostrils flare. "Really?" He bites out, laughing in disbelief. "Is that really important right now?"

I cross the room in three strides, tilting my chin up to stand nose to nose with him. "It is to me if you haven't fucking noticed."

"Oh, I'm so sorry." He scoffs, stepping back. A cruel smile curls on his lips. "What should I do? I haven't paid Riley enough attention." All traces of humor leave his features, his minty breath washing over my cheeks. Baekhyun leans in again, his voice lowering into an angered growl. "Maybe if you weren't wetting yourself over me all morning, you'd figure it out."

I grind my teeth. "Who. Was. She?"

"For fuck-" Baekhyun reels back, his brown eyes rolling so hard into the back of his head a flicker of worry sparks in my chest before those dark orbs land on me again. "An ex-fling," he grits out. "Why does it matter?"

My hands fall limply to my sides. "Why didn't you tell me she would be there?" I ask. My voice is much quieter while I search his eyes for answers.

"What?" He scoffs, raising a brow. "How was I supposed to know she would be there?"

"Her name was on the roster-"

"I-" He shakes his head, pulling harshly on his hair. "What? Do you expect me to know the names of the women I've slept with?" A smirk quirks at his pink lips, his brown eyes so dark that his pupils have vanished in their mahogany depths. "Do you think I've kept some journal? " He purrs, grinning in delight when I shuffle uncomfortably on my feet. "Are you really that insecure?"

I stiffen. A bolt of something sinister shoots down my spine. Did this fucker just—

"Me?" I point to myself with wide eyes, laughing incredulously. "Me?.... You know, that's real fucking rich coming from you." I sneer, roughly tugging off my annoying turtleneck. What was once a reliable piece of clothing ends up torn in my fit of rage. I fling it out of my sight. Baekhyun's words loop over and over in my head. Even though I don't show it—they cut me. Deep. On a touchy subject. In a part of me I thought had died 2 years ago. He damn well knows it hurts when it's mentioned in such a menacing manner, and he still did it. For what? His weak stamina in wake of his long hours at work is suddenly the equivalent to the root of my trust issues?

My fingers curl so tightly into a fist, I can feel my nails pierce the skin. "You're one to talk." It's easier this way; keeping my back turned to him so I can mask the tears brimming my eyes. Who does he think he is? Who is he, period? How is this the same adoring man that was pursuing me the summer we met?.... It takes all my effort not to bolt for the front door—not to let my nose run or tears to stream down my face. No. I won't cry over him again. I won't let him win. Not like this.

Firm in my resolve, I take a deep breath before turning to him again. "You're not so confident, Mr. Big Shot..." My words falter at the sight of him ripping his shirt open, black buttons clattering all over the floor. "What-"

Baekhyun has me backed against the wall before I can utter another word. "Did you enjoy yourself?" He demands, holding my chin between his thumb and index finger. He peers down into my eyes; the familiar look held in his dark orbs has me quivering on the inside—and it isn't from fear. "Hmm? Did you enjoy embarrassing me earlier? Did you have your fun?"

I quickly recover. "Not my fault you don't know how to keep it in your pants."

"You wish you were in my pants." He grits out, lips curling mockingly.

There are so many things I want to throw up in his handsome face right now. So many little secrets and observations I've made over the past year that would make him falter—make him kneel. But today...

Today.

I choose violence.

Tangling my fingers in his hair, I yank on his delicate locks without remorse, pulling him into a brutal kiss of tongue and teeth. Baekhyun grunts in surprise, pressing me harder against the wall. The harsh clash of our mouths only seems to egg him on. The stinging bite he leaves on my bottom lip is nearly enough to break the skin. I don't know how long we stand there; my hands in his hair and his palms sliding down my back. There's no telling where he ends or I begin until the lack of air sinks in. His breathless puffs for air erupt goosebumps on my skin.

"Are we really doing this?" He pants, pulling away to brush his hair back. His eyes are more familiar to me now, softened by his calmer state, intense from the lust felt in his every touch.

I pause my exploration of his firm chest, arching a brow at him with a mocking grin. "Think you can last longer than a minute this time?"

Baekhyun clenches his jaw and steps away. For a moment, I worry if I pushed him too far until his lips crash back to mine. "Jump," He mutters gruffly, his grip near bruising on my ass.

"And if I don't..." The look in his eyes as he drags his dark brown eyes up to mine shuts me up entirely.

Baekhyun slowly leans closer, brushing his lips against the shell of my ear. "I'll fuck you against the goddamn window." The serious expression on his face combined with the threat is damn near intimidating—and I hate how aroused it leaves me.

Baekhyun hoists me up and walks to our room with quick strides, relentlessly keeping his lips glued to mine. He pushes open the door before dropping me unceremoniously onto the mattress. His lips are back on mine before I can chastise him for the mini heart attack, his impatient hands tug at the rest of my clothes. I let him pull off my pants and hurriedly move to unclip my bra in the meantime before his rough actions can rip the expensive fabric.

Baekhyun freezes above me, brown eyes transfixed on my matching red lacy set. It may be winter, but that doesn't mean I can't dress up nicely underneath endless layers of flannel and wool. Although, when I think about what happened not too long ago... Warmth fills my cheeks and I know I'm blushing way too hard to have done this countless times with him.

"Ah." Baekhyun tsks, stopping me from covering my chest. "Take it off." He breathes, soft lips brushing over my neck. "Let me see these tits bounce for me."

My eyes widen at his crude words, a gasp escapes my parted lips when he sucks harshly on a sensitive spot on my neck, pulling down the straps of my bra at a snail's pace. The poor clothing is tossed over his shoulder without a care in the world.

I'm no stranger to Baekhyun's habit of leaving pink and red hues on my skin, but today is different—today it feels like he has something to prove by trapping my skin between his teeth, marking me as his. He doesn't stop at my neck; his restless mouth ventures lower, painting my collarbones and chest with the shape of his lips.

I grit my teeth as he reaches my breasts, determined not to let him win me over so easily. It doesn't matter how much I want to melt under his warm hands mapping out the contours of my waist or tremble in anticipation at his breath fanning over my sensitive nipples. No matter what, I will not crumble... until he does first, at least.

Yeah—easier said than done with the way he's tugging my nipple with his teeth, roughly rolling the other between his fingers. It's all fun and games until his grip tightens on my hip, his pelvis grinding mercilessly against me. A move that has my back arching clear off of the mattress. He just presses me back down to the bed, continuing to alternate between each breast, pulling away minutes later with a wet pop of his lips. He's relentless in using every weak spot of mine. As if he knows what I'm trying to do.

"Not today, baby," He murmurs to my squirming form, chuckling in my ear. I can't help but bite my lip, breath caught in my throat when his hand slides down my body. His large palm covers my clothed core entirely. If it were any other day, I'd be flustered over how true his words from earlier were; the evidence of my previous admiring and current state of euphoria clear as day to his greedy hand, tugging at my last piece of clothing.

My heart races in the realization that I'm lying under him, almost completely bare, as he remains fully clothed besides the ripped shirt clinging to his broad shoulders.

"Ah," Baekhyun smacks my hands away, flashing a grin full of devious intentions. "Don't worry your pretty little head."

He's yanking my underwear down before I can get a word in, tossing them carelessly off the bed and spreading my thighs as far as they'll go.

"Always so ready for me," He muses, spreading my folds apart with his thumbs. I stop breathing entirely when he leans down, spitting onto my pussy. "Your hungry cunt has been waiting all morning for me, hmm?"

My lack of response doesn't bother him in the slightest as he meets my eye, sliding two of his long fingers into my core so suddenly I shout, grabbing his wrist. Baekhyun just pries my fingers off of him before interlocking them with his freehand, bracing our joined hands above my head. My eyes roll back at the burn of the unexpected intrusion. It's a dull, persistent ache while he shoves his fingers deeper into my cunt. He curls them up in a way that has me shaking at the seams, tugging at his silver locks as he brings me dangerously close to the edge. Right when I'm nearing my high, he pulls his fingers out, nonchalantly sucking on them while fiddling with his belt.

I gulp, relaxing back against the sheets. I can't even be mad at this point. Our argument ended the moment I started that fiery-filled kiss, but—

Baekhyun's belt clatters to the floor and his brown eyes have never looked so fierce—so carnal, I wonder if he plans to eat me alive. What I don't expect is for him to crawl further up the bed like an actual predator hunting his prey to hover over me again; his gaze not straying from mine for a second. The warmth of his body encloses me; it's second nature to relax under him when we're like this—when we're touching the tip of the iceberg before diving headfirst into the chilly depths of our lust. Sex with Baekhyun isn't like playing with fire; it's handling dry ice with bare hands.

And being in love with him is one of the most intense and excruciating experiences of my life.

We spend so much time eye-fucking each other that I'm not prepared for the bruising kiss he pulls me into, sliding his cock into my core without a warning.

"Ah—B-Baek!"

"Hmm?" He humors, his low voice filled with lust. "Now she speaks."

"Baekhyun." I gasp when he spreads my thighs wider; the pull from the unfamiliar stretch adds to his incessant pounding—his hips seeming to snap a mile a minute. Oh, please—please don't let both of us have muscle strain tomorrow morning. I swear I've never seen him move this fast for anything. Ever. Baekhyun, what the fuck? Have you started back up on your late-night visits to the gym or something? He's reaching depths he hasn't quite reached before, hitting a spot inside my core that makes me want to cringe away and slam myself onto his cock at the same time.

I yelp out when he tilts my hips at a different angle, not meaning to scratch his back so hard in my hurry to cling onto him. Baekhyun just groans, slamming rougher into me in retaliation, his teeth firmly bite down onto my shoulder.

"Baekhyun! what the—ah—fuck!?" I nearly shriek, appalled and aroused.

Baekhyun smirks, sliding a hand down to press his thumb on my clit. "What's the matter, baby?"

"B-" I can't even say his name without stammering, shaking under him when he slows down to roll his entire body against mine. The only thing I'm capable of at this point is gripping his shoulders, throwing my head back with a loud moan. I always thought of myself as not being a fan of sweat or having any strange, warm liquids touching me, but Baekhyun... Fucking Baekhyun. His sweaty chest brushing over my nipples is making me lose my damn mind—if I was feeling any more horny and adventurous, I'd lick the salty sweat off of his neck.

"Come on." Baekhyun pants with a satisfied grin. Sweat continues to drip from his honey-toned skin, sticking silver locks to his forehead. "Tell me."

The fucker, he knows exactly what's up. It's written all over his face. A part of me doesn't want to beg—my rational side. The one chastising me for falling into bed with him again in the first place. But I don't know how much longer I can take his teasing antics, so despite my stubbornness—despite the heart aching memories creeping up on me in such an intimate moment; I press my body to his.

"Fuck me like you mean it." I pant, yanking harshly on his hair, smirking at his pained hiss until his hips undulate in a new direction. The constant stimulation on my most sensitive spots has my high sneaking up on me so quickly, I don't have time to warn him.

"Bae—!"

Baekhyun's lips crash to mine, swallowing my cry of his name as I fall over that blissful edge. His cock is the only thing on my mind amongst the ringing in my ears—in the minute-long paradise where nothing else matters but our frantic hearts racing as one.

Baekhyun lets out a telling grunt before a burst of warmth fills me up. The remains of his release drip down my thighs with his erratic, shaky thrusts. He doesn't even pull out when he's done. He just leans tiredly over me, coaxing my lips into a lazy kiss. "You're the only one for me." He whispers as if sharing the biggest secret, all rosy-cheeked and wide-eyed.

Beautiful; there's no other way to describe him—in general, in this moment. Nothing compares to his mocha brown eyes that shine brighter than a million stars when his steady gaze sets on me. Nothing compares to the safety of his warm embrace that surrounds me. Nothing could come close to the way he drives me crazy in every single way. Love. Lust. Doesn't matter. If it's with him—for him, it's...

...

Is it worth it?

The emptiness I feel when he gently pulls himself from me triggers every painful memory imaginable: my birthday, the party, our summer fight, his ex, that phone call, his photoshoot...

Baekhyun collapses beside me on the bed, completely oblivious to the war going on in my head. He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me close to his beating heart.

I wait for him to fall asleep, brushing damp silver locks of hair out of his eyes as his breathing slows. He looks so peaceful like that, so innocent while his face relaxes with sleep. So... So welcoming, like home.

Tears stream down my cheeks, blurring my vision of his twitching brows and pouted lips. I hope he's happy; I hope he got what he wanted.

Carefully sliding out from under his loving hold, I quietly get dressed, collect my duffle bag, and slip out of the room, holding onto the doorknob for dear life. His quiet mumbles drift through the crack of the door, tossing and turning as if already aware of my absence. I have to cover my mouth to contain my sobs.

I love him—I really do, but I...

I can't do this.

I can't take this anymore. If he won't open up to me; if he thinks I'm... I'm unworthy of knowing his past—hell, fuck that. Apparently caring too much leads to being left behind, if that encounter this morning is anything to go by.

My laughter just ends in more sobs, the salty taste of tears on my tongue more bitter with the realization that once again, I've lost.

But at what cost?

The ache in my chest and between my legs is an answer within itself—the last push I need to retrieve my car keys from the counter.

If he wants to be that way, Baekhyun... Baekhyun can do whatever the fuck he wants. What's the difference between me and all the others? What use am I? Is it because I learned how to cook? Clean? I wonder how many of those late nights at work are actually spent bent over his sketchpad. Am I his personal little stay-at-home trophy? Does it feel good to show me around important events? After today, I might as well hang up the thought of ever stepping into his world again. No one wants a possessive girlfriend in their corner of the wrestler ring. No one needs a jealous, nosy, demanding burden weighing them down. And I have my high standards as well.

I can—and will not—be one of those girls.

Not even for him.

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A/N: I can feel the pitchforks on the rise, l-listen (<.<) just trust me on this, not all is lost.... Or is it? 😇 I’ll try to finish the next part as soon as I can. *cracks fingers* let’s see what this troubled couple gets up to next.

#baekhyun smut #baekhyun romance #baekhyun angst #baekhyun fluff #Six Phases

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seostudios · 4 years ago

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on your knees doll: jungwoo

"C’mon on your knees doll, we just started."

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pairing: kim jungwoo x fem!reader

genre: smut, fluff, attempted crack

word count: 2k

warnings: unprotected sex (always wear a condom!), thigh riding, oral (giving), hair pulling, pet names, creampie, swearing, explicit language

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a/n: yall....this wasn’t as filthy as i intended but i hope u guys get off to this :3

It was Thursday evening and you had just arrived back home to your shared apartment with your boyfriend, Jungwoo. He had the week off due to a leak at his workplace, his boss decided to give his entire institute a week off rather than resort to online work since it was too much work to do in such little time. Nevertheless, Jungwoo wanted to be ahead of his work catching up on some filing and organizing his drawers in your in-home office, it wasn't necessary since Jungwoo was one of the most outstanding employees at his 9-5 job. You decided to let him do whatever pleased him since you still had work and everyday tasks outside of work since you were quite a social person within your tiny group of friends.

Hanging your purse on the coat rack and taking off your heels, sliding them beside the coat rack. You wore a knee-length black pencil skirt which hugged your body just perfectly always topping it with a button-up white dress shirt and your hair in a slick low bun, managing to look irresistible in normal work attire, although you were nice eye candy for your M.I.A boyfriend- you were suffering in these clothes quickly moving into your shared bedroom to change into pajamas after a short shower.

Finally making your way back out of the bedroom you rock a matching pair of satin pajamas which Jungwoo picked out for you, and you remember exactly why, they were sexy and comfortable not to mention easy access to some not so kid-friendly areas. Your hair was in a high messy bun, small strands you purposely pulled to the front to get the cute messy bun look and succeeding, moving into the kitchen you grab the kettle to pour some hot water in to make yourself and Jungwoo some tea.

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Looking across the kitchen counter to your device you see a message from Jungwoo 'Are you home darling?' smiling at his concern you message him back 'Been home babe. I'm making us tea, why don't you come out of your cave you hermit.' clicking send you almost immediately hear the doorknob to his office turn and a disheveled boy walking out. His hair was pointing out in multiple directions not to mention his awfully adorable tired face walking towards you who was just finishing up making the tea. He comes towards you not muttering even a word before pulling you into his embrace, pulling away his shoulders sag and he groans, "I'm so busy god I hate work." He says sighing in defeat, "I'm supposed to be saying that, you have the week off sir." You tell him poking his chest emphasizing the 'you'.

"So? I'm behind on a couple of projects and Taeil's gonna kick my ass if he doesn't see those by the end of the month." Sipping your tea you listen to his little ranting session which kind of made no sense. 'by the end of the month' It's September 3rd how big is this project? "Is it a big project?" You ask confused tilting your head, he shakes his head no continuing "It's just an event Johnny and I need to make flyers for," You chuckle at him complaining over such little things. "Alright go work you big baby," You tell Jungwoo turning him around with his teacup pushing him lightly towards his office.

Reading the time on your phone screen you quietly gasp, it was 11:56 and he still wasn't in bed. He needs sleep and you are an Interior Designer so helping him with his little flyers isn't gonna be too much of a task.

You pull the thick bed sheets over your body and waddle out the bedroom door to Jungwoo's office door, will he get mad at me? you thought hesitating to turn the doorknob. Ignoring your thoughts you twist it walking into the boy whose eyes were typing away at the computer in front of him.

With the door creek breaking the silence in the dimly lit room Jungwoo looks up to your tiny figure at the frame. Already knowing your concern, he begins, "I know, I know I should be in bed." You walk around his desk, Jungwoo's eyes glued to your canvas, more so your little getup for the night, moving his hands from the keyboard he places them behind his head still watching as you slid yourself onto his lap, straddling onto the boy. Your legs trapping him on either side of his thighs, hands creeping their way to the base of his neck. "Come to bed." are the first words you breath after entering and the only words you breath before digging yourself into the crook of his neck yawning tiredly. He gives into your tight grasp holding you back for a moment before he continued typing away.

You open your eyes, feeling a little groggy from the power nap you just invested in on Jungwoo's lap. Your eyelids are heavy, thoughts are hazy but you still hear that god damn typing, it was probably 2 in the morning knowing Jungwoo had the tendency to overwork himself not realizing the time. Lifting your head up from his neck you stretch, arching your back, arms casually going up. You caress Jungwoo's chest lightly before placing them on his nape, "You still up," you pout watching his gaze on you soften, though he finds your adorable he's focused on finishing his work "I'm busy." He told you hands reaching to casually graze your inner thigh, such simple actions woke you up in a whole new way. "Please," you beg, bouncing slightly on his lap like the brat you were, quietly hissing at your movements he moves his hands which were massaging your inner thighs to your hips gripping them securely making sure you don't pull another trick like that, his eyes were different now. Soft dark chocolate orbs staring into you, "Y/n," he began, "I'm. Busy." Strictly telling you - possibly warning you - not to play any games.

You quit knowing not to get him mad but the feeling in the pit of your core still aches to get him all riled up. Imagining him bending you over on this office table, ramming his cock into your tight hole, going up to pull your messy bun which would just be falling apart, telling you what a dirty slut you were to be pulling this on him. The thoughts clouded over you a new sinister smirk dancing along your lips. Head going back to his neck; him assuming you were going to get more sleep, relaxes his grip on you just to tighten it back when he feels your wet lips placing open-mouthed, sloppy kissing on his neck. Hearing Jungwoo's soft grunts and feeling his hands going to roughly grab your ass.

"Get up."

Here you were standing between Jungwoo's legs waiting for his next words. "I want you," he paused to look over behind you, to his laptop making sure to close it and slide it to the side. He sits back down on his seat, pushing it back, spreading his legs, "I want you to beg," looking down at his erect member just begging to be released from his bottoms. "Beg like the slut you are, beg for my cock and maybe you can get a taste." You walk over and straddle your self on top of his thigh, the thin satin material of your bottoms doing a poor job of covering you up exposing your core to him slightly from your leg hole. Hands reaching up and under his thin t-shirt you caress his toned stomach, "I need your cock, please. I'm so wet all from you and for you," You grind on his thighs causing you to moan at the contact of your clothed clit on his thigh, Jungwoo watches intently. His hands make their way to the waistband of your shorts tugging them signalling you to take them off. You quickly shift off him and slide them down to your ankles sliding them somewhere away from you two, "No panties?"He questions looking at you, staring into his dark eyes, "I want to ride you thigh Jungwoo," you request. Patting his clothed thigh, he watches you straddle, grabbing your hips he forces your movements, already at a fast pace. "Jung-Fuck," You quietly moan using his broad shoulders to keep balance. His grip loosened as you continued the same pace while his thumb went to stimulate your clit, abusing it. Soon enough you reached your high having him help you ride through it, now panting you still sit on his thigh, "C’mon on your knees doll, we just started." He commanded, watching your eyes widen shining slightly."What?"he says hand snaking its way around your throat, "Weren't you just begging for my cock like a whore? Get on your knees and show me you deserve it."He was so fucking hot. His hand made its was way from your throat to the crumbling messy bun gripping your hair pushing you off his thigh to on your knees in front of him. His fingers traced the wet spot on his thigh, "So messy," he told you kissing his teeth before lifting off his seat a little to remove his bottoms which caused his (big) length to pop out onto his stomach, hard and oozing of precum. Begging to be sucked.

Taking his cock into your hands, you rub your thumb over his red tip spreading his pre-cum all over, before latching your mouth onto it sucking it teasingly. "Use that pretty mouth properly before I make you," Jungwoo threatened. Sinking your mouth onto his member you bring a hand to fondle with his balls, receiving a growl from the boy who's was staring into your eyes, not breaking the eye contact you held while you sucked him dry. Removing your mouth, you rub his length, spitting on it you kiss his inner thigh a couple of times then lick a stripe up his cock before taking it in once again. "I'm gonna- Fuck I'm gonna fucking cum," He tells you twitching in your mouth as if you weren't aware. He pulls your head up turns you around, "I'm not gonna cum in your mouth," he tells you. "I'm gonna cum in that pretty little hole," Pulling the hem of your shirt he watches you strip of your only remaining clothing before bending you over on the desk. His hand made its way to slip his tee off, throwing it god knows where. Grazing his hand up your arched back going to grip your ass, "Always bothering me when I work cause' your such a cockslut."Roughly slipping into your hole you moan aloud"Yes! I'm your cockslut Jung-" His hand moves to grip your hair pulling your head up making you whine not being able to finish your sentence, thrusting in and out you hear him mutter multiple curse words and the skin slapping bringing you closer to your high.

"I'm cumming! Jungwoo! Argh- Shit!"You moan which makes Jungwoo bend over and bring his hand over to your clit, abusing it bringing you, even more, closer than you were to your orgasm."Me too," he breaths biting your earlobe, listening to your whines as you came.

You feel Jungwoo twitch in you a couple times before he coated your walls with his juices, pulling out for a moment watching his liquid drip from your pussy, down your thighs. You get up to move but he pushes you back down, “If you think cumming twice is it for you tonight, you’re in for it tonight doll.” He tells you gripping the nape of your neck.

By, the time Jungwoo was finished using you as a cum dump the sun was already starting to rise. "We took our sweet time didn't we?" You said redoing your messy bun and changing into a pair of shorts and Jungwoo's t-shirt, "We really did," he laughed but paused to think in between before popping a question, "Don't you have work?" He asked looking at you with evident concern. You nod but let him know you could just not go in today and the two of you could spend some quality time together, "Yes I'd love that." He told you hugging you tightly "Now let's go to bed, you big baby." He whines at the nickname but follows behind you to bed.

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Follow Your Heart

Pairing: Ardeth Bay x Reader

Words: 12,609. Please do not hate me. I put markers to where you can stop and continue later

Warnings: Some pining. Little bit of angst. Definitely some fluff. And as you should know by now, smut. Unusual dirty talk in the sense that it is more romantic than dirty. Hopefully it gets you going though.

A/N: I have not written anything in so long and I apologize that this is not what you expected (aka Bucky or Steve) after the on/off hiatus. I am genuinely surprised considering this is the longest story I have written. I’m trying my hand at something completely different and since there are a few of us out there thirsting for Ardeth Bae Bay, I hope you like this. And shout out to @mss4msu for literally handing me the Middle Egyptian and Hieratic on a platter because Lord knows I still suck at this and she is a genius. Also, Happy Birthday friend, you know who you are. Lastly, refer to this for an in depth disclaimer for this fic.

~I~

It was a quiet day, one of the few since you’ve arrived with Evy on the site. You weren’t one to tag along with her or her husband, but you couldn’t pass a chance to visit a place like Luxor, not when it was your professor’s favorite city. Being one of Sir Gaston Maspero’s students, you’ve heard all about the temple, this side of the Nile even, and you’d always wanted to come to it, not just for research purposes but to enjoy the magic that was Egypt.

You always envied Evy for living in this place for so long, even wished you were favored by the librarians and professors like her, but she was much more charming, beautiful even. You were the cousin no one paid mind to, apart from the Professor of course. He had always favored you amongst the others and you didn’t mind it, not when you were learning about the greatest civilization in the world. You had always wished to be more connected to this land but sadly, you weren’t. Your only connection was the knowledge of the languages and the culture, not a parent you could always speak of during parties and galas.

Looking up from your notebook, you placed it aside and sipped from your afternoon tea, eyes searching the landscape in front of you, hoping the sands and waves would tell you something, anything about the place you were in. It has been years since you’ve spoken with your Professor, wishing he was here with you, telling you all the secrets whispered to him by the stones. He always had a sense of things around him, and he once told you that you had that same instinct but you brushed it off. If you did, it hasn’t made itself visible yet. You’ve been here for months now, without a new find or anything to write about back home.

But like Evy, you weren’t one to give up so easily, constantly searching for the impossible. A breeze flew through your hair, your skin shivering for the first time in a long time. The summer was close to ending and while it was unbearably hot during the day, the night could be even deadlier. You drank the rest of your tea and were collecting your notebooks when a few papers flew away. Immediately, you ran after them before they fell in the water, managing to catch all but one. You were about to jump in the water when a hand flew and grasped your wrist, pulling you back before you stepped any further.

“Wha-”

“The waters are not safe in these parts of the country.” Your eyes shifted back and forth between the man’s own dark orbs and his hand. He finally let go, staring at you as he passed and went into the water to collect your page. You hoped it was soaked enough that he wouldn’t see what was in it, sighing in relief when he came back out with what used to be a sketch.

“You must be careful. We do not need anymore incidents around here.” He threw the wet paper in your hands before walking away from the hill, yelling something to the men working around the temple before getting on his horse and leaving. You sighed before throwing the page away, hating how you somehow always made a fool out of yourself in his presence. You had not expected to see him today. Rick and Evy weren’t around so he had no reason to be here, or so you thought. You walked back to your tent to wash up before dinner, telling the men it was time for them to go home.

"في أي وقت تريدننا أن نأتي غدا يا انسة؟"

Miss, is there any specific time you wish us to come tomorrow?

One of the men yelled out to you, wiping the sweat from his forehead and waiting for your response. Your Arabic was that of a child’s and although you loved practicing it with the men and the people in the village, you hated how it came out like that of a toddler’s, sometimes grammatically incorrect and other times completely wrong. But you struggled through a response anyway, smiling at them before replying to the leader of the workmen.

"يمكنكم الراحة غدا وسأخبركم لاحقًا."

You can rest tomorrow and I will let you know later when you can come in.

They put their tools near your tent and left, thanking you and bidding you a good night. You were aware of the position you were in and at times, truly disliked it. You thought of maybe giving them a week or two break but you weren’t sure how that would go with your superiors back in Oxford. Once everyone had left, you brought food and water to your guards and asked them to take the night off. Both of them turned to each other and thanked you for the opportunity but told you they would remain nearby. When you realized they would still do whatever they wanted, you thanked them and left back to your tent.

You left them chatting about some wedding coming up and went back to your tent, shutting all sides before stripping down and showering. You were thankful for the men’s expertise on setting up this tent. They left you a place near one of the palm trees, closed from all sides so you could wash up quickly if you needed to. It was your favorite part of the day, standing in the middle of the desert and surrounded by the ancient air. Finishing up quickly, you left your hair down to dry naturally, wrapping yourself in a night robe before walking out of the little room. As soon as you looked up, you almost squealed, hand clasping at your chest for air.

“You nearly gave me a heart attack.” Your words were a mix of anger and fear, body refusing to budge from its place until the figure in front of you said something. When he continued to stare at you, you cleared your throat and moved to pour some wine for yourself. “I thought you had left.” You turned around and saw he was still staring at you, his eyes following the droplets of water falling on your shoulders.

When he continued to remain silent, you sipped from your glass and sat opposite of him. “I’m assuming Rick and Evy are coming soon then?”

“What makes you say that?” His response was laced with sarcasm and you hated how he sounded, how he always treated you. Perhaps it was the heat finally getting to your head or the long hours in the field, maybe even the wine, but you’ve had enough.

“Seeing as you are never around unless they are, I thought they would be coming. We both know you are not here out of interest…” Your words trailed off and you looked up, surprised to see his demeanor change, however, not for the better. Without any hesitation, his frowning expression followed you as he stood, walking towards your chair and leaning down enough for you to feel the heat radiating off of his body.

“Never ask your guards to leave.” His eyes darted to your lips but for a moment, watching the wine stain them a dark red before he pulled away and growled something in Arabic you didn’t quite catch, walking through the little opening in the tent and leaving you a mess. You downed the rest of your drink and crawled under your covers, finding it impossible to sleep now that you were so close to him. The man did things to you ever since you met him and you hated it. Somehow, you were always like a dog in heat whenever he was around. You weren’t sure what it was that was attractive about him; between his nearly black eyes and plump lips, and his dominant yet kind personality, you were sure there would never be another that would catch your attention.

But it was just your luck that he absolutely despised you, constantly calling you out whenever Evy and Rick were around or, when they weren’t, ordering you around like you were a child who couldn’t care for herself. You wished you could know what it was that made him regularly angry with you but you opted to thinking it was because you were a complete outsider that, like her cousin, dug around in places where she didn’t belong. You chose to fall for a man that couldn’t stand you, a man that had every reason to not like you or your family, a man who could have any woman in his bed should he ask, a man whose sole purpose was to keep Egypt's secrets hidden from the curious eyes of the world.

A man who went by the name of Ardeth Bay.

~II~

It had never occurred to you that the day would come when you could speak with a living being who belonged to an ancient tribe. While the modern Egyptians you interacted with were descendants of the ancients, whether of the Coptic or Muslim traditions, it amazed you that one of the least known tribesmen were among you to this day. In any text you read, administrative and personal, you could always find hints of the Medjay’s presence. In the royal letters, they were those who protected the deserts of Seth, the Pharaoh himself, and sometimes even the borders of the country. In the personal ones, although rarely mentioned, they were described as ones who never carried out much interaction with the population, always keeping to themselves or helping out wherever they were needed in a village before leaving. They patrolled the lands at times, making sure there were no Hittite or Akkadian spies seeking to destroy Pharaoh.

Now, the chieftain of the Medjay was another story. He was constantly mentioned in any type of literary texts. Most of the times, he was mentioned by name and on behalf of his people. He was the most important of the Medjay for obvious purposes. You continued scribbling absentmindedly in your notebook, not paying attention to what it was you were writing down. You fell out of your haze when you heard a commotion in front of your tent. Looking at your watch, you jumped out of your bed when you realized you’ve been idle for an hour, quickly putting on your robe before exiting the tent.

“Is everything alright?” You saw the two guards arguing with a few women from the village, immediately walking up to them to see what was wrong.

“There is nothing to concern yourself with Miss.”

“Please, tell me.” You saw the two men look at each other before nodding at the women.

"يريدونك ان تحضر حفلة زفاف صديقتهن الليلة."

They want you to attend their friend’s wedding tonight.

The women stood there in silence until you decided and although you wished to go, you weren’t sure you would be welcomed, especially if the bride and the groom did not know. You struggled with what you wanted to say and hoped you would make sense to them.

"انا اتشرف لكن هل تعرف العروس أنكم طلبتن مني؟"

It would be my honor, but does the bride know you came and asked me?

They smiled at your broken Arabic and nodded in unison before telling you that she was the one who asked them to come and invite you. They told you she would have come herself but she was preparing for the wedding in a few hours. You told them you would be more than happy to come and laughed when one of the younger girls jumped and hugged you before kissing both of your cheeks. The men did not look pleased at your decision but said nothing, telling you that one of them would stay on site while the other accompanied you to the wedding. And when you tried to tell them there was no reason to do so, they told you it was non-negotiable.

So you left back to your tent to dress more properly before making the regular morning rounds, grabbing your notebook and heading to the other side of the temple where you have yet to excavate. You had asked permission from the townspeople first, and although you thought they would not grant you access since the mosque built on the site was still in use, they surprisingly agreed as long as you didn’t damage any part of the prayer house. You found a bolder near the mosque and sat on it, sketching the grounds first before going anywhere near the mosque.

You stayed there for hours, losing all sense of time when your thoughts strayed away from the place to something, or rather, someone else. Flipping through the pages, you stopped and looked at the page you were invested in during the morning hours, shaking your head at how pathetic you were. Near the portrait you sketched of him instead of the one which fell in the Nile were hieroglyphs. You never knew that day dreaming would include writing in a dead language and you laughed a little, not because of what was on the page but because of how clever your mind was even when it was idle.

𓇯𓂠𓍑𓇌 𓏥

“ḥry mḏꜢw.” You whispered to the monuments, tracing the lines of his features and wishing you had a better understanding of the man that was Ardeth. He was a living marvel in every sense of the word. And although you were attracted to him because of his intelligence and past, you couldn’t deny how handsome he was, probably the most beautiful of men you’d ever had the pleasure of looking at. You’ve only ever seen his face and hands, and as much as you hated to admit it, they were the fuel of your evening activities far too many times. And whenever he haunted your dreams, you always woke up heaving and sweating, knowing very well what your dreams were about.

So busy continuing your sketch of him, you didn’t hear the footsteps approaching you until it was too late. For the third time in less than twenty four hours, Ardeth crept up on you, standing a few feet away behind you and ignoring your obvious distress before approaching you.

“You have got to stop doing that.” You said humorously but stopped smiling when you realized he was in a foul mood once more.

“Why are you going to the wedding?” He ignored your previous comment, crossing his arms and waiting for you to reply.

“I thought it would be rude to decline the invitation. I have never gone to an Egyptian wedding before and I have a feeling I will not get a second chance again.” Your tone came out more aggressive than you intended but you didn’t care.

“And the guards? Had I not told you last night to never ask them to leave.” Ardeth took a step forward and part of you felt a twist in your stomach at his proximity, not because he would hurt you. No, he would never do that. But because you were barely over what transpired the night prior.

“Last time I checked, I was the boss around here, not you. Now, I understand your position and hold great respect for it, but if you think you can walk around ordering me simply because I am a woman then it is best you don’t come around unless Rick or Evy are here. I don’t need to listen to you and you know this very well. If you’ll excuse me, I have to prepare for a wedding.” You stood up and took one step forward, not seeing the giant rock in front of you. You prepared to hit the ground but no such thing happened. Instead, you felt a pair of arms wrapped tightly around your waist, holding your body against a solid chest. Looking back, you felt Ardeth’s hands tighten around you as soon as you made eye contact with him. His eyes were dilated, the beautiful brown barely visible, jaws clenching when he saw your parted lips. He let go instantly, looking away and leaning down to pick up your notebook before you asked him not to.

As soon as he flipped the notebook to dust the sand off, he saw his portrait and the hieroglyphs written at the bottom, blinking confusingly a few times before handing you back the notebook and excusing himself. You wished the Nile could just flood and take you away from here. Not sure what to make of his reaction, you went back to your tent, aggressively opening the flap and throwing your things on the bed. You noticed something on the chair and picked it up, looking around to see who could have possibly come in here.

Walking outside, you saw the two guards drinking tea under a tree. Approaching them, you asked if they saw anyone go into your tent. When they told you that one of the women came back with clothes for you to wear, they accompanied her to your tent to make sure she placed it inside and took nothing. You thanked the two of them and walked back, studying the familiar gown you saw everyone wear in the village. You were glad they had given you one, not because you had nothing to wear but because you were afraid you dress might offend them. Quickly washing up, you put your hair up and put the long silky black gown on, twirling around in front of the mirror before putting your heels on and leaving.

It was around five in the afternoon by the time you finished. You walked out and made your way to the guards to let them know you were ready. But when you got there, you saw them talking to Ardeth, bowing their heads to him when they saw you standing there and leaving. For a second, you thought he was going to argue with you and ask you to stay but as he approached you, you saw the almost reserved gaze he held.

“Both men will stay here tonight and I will escort you to the wedding.” He said calmly and although you preferred this side of him, you couldn’t trust his sudden change of demeanor.

“Are you serious?” Ardeth looked up at your question and you could pinpoint the moment he felt guilty but you chose to ignore it. “You do not wish to be in my company.” He said, more as a statement than a question and you hated how you denied him immediately.

“No no, that’s not what I said. Nevermind, we should probably leave. I don’t want to miss anything.” You turned around and refused to look back until you had reached the streets of the village. You realized you didn’t know where the wedding would be held but you saw some families walking towards the main church and thought to follow them. As soon as you arrived, you saw the girls from the morning standing outside. You smiled when one of them saw you and ran to welcome you in but as soon as she saw Ardeth, her eyes widened and she said something in Arabic that you did not recognize.

And then something you’ve never seen before happened, absolutely taking your breath away and causing you to swallow the lump in your throat before approaching the other guests. Ardeth smiled at the young woman and asked her to not tell the elder of the village that he was here. You watched as he interacted with her and waved to her friends, telling her that he would rather enjoy the evening with everyone than have the attention on him. She smiled at him, telling him she will make sure no one will tell any of the administration that he was here before leaving to join her friends.

You wished you could ask him why he said this but you thought it best to leave him alone. No need to start arguing from now. The night was young and you wanted to enjoy every moment of it.

~III~

The ceremony was longer than you thought but you didn’t mind it. You enjoyed the hymns they sang, surprising Ardeth when you had picked up one of the books and followed along with the Coptic. You could tell he was staring at you but you ignored him, wanting to commit this to memory. When they finished and the priest announced them as man and wife, all the women began ululating and although it took you by surprise, you were glad to be a part of this. They were all so joyful, following the newly wed outside to the street as they walked to the giant tent and stage in the middle of the town.

Not thirty minutes later, everyone was dancing and singing along with the couple. You watched as musicians played and danced around the woman and her husband, laughing when he picked her up and twirled her around. You forgot Ardeth was there and continued to watch everyone celebrate the two, but Ardeth was very much aware of your presence.

Unbeknownst to you, he has spent months in Luxor, watching you and making sure nothing out of the ordinary took place but more importantly, making sure you were safe. He begrudgingly listened to Evy when she told him she knew his secret. He had tried to lie but Evy was clever, telling him that there was no shame in admitting the feelings he had for you. Ardeth told Evy that he could never be with you because you did not think of him the way he thought of you and up until a few hours ago, he thought Evy was lying to him when she told him that he was mistaken.

When he saw the sketch you had of him, along with the hieroglyphs of his name and his title, he changed his mind. Maybe, just maybe, the feelings were mutual, but even then, he has been nothing but rude and condescending ever since he met you. Perhaps this was more out of curiosity than anything else, because in his mind, no woman as intelligent and beautiful as you would think of him that way. He was not from the ordinary population. This was even excluding where he came from; surely you would want to marry someone who held the same customs and traditions, perhaps even faith, as you. Why would you look at him, a man who was living proof of an ancient people, whose culture was completely different from yours, who might not give you everything you would wish for?

Ardeth was brought back to reality when he saw you standing up and leaving. He was about to follow you when he saw who it was you were approaching, sitting back down in the back along with a few others and watching as you went to the bride and the groom.

When the young woman saw you, she tapped her husband on the shoulder to get his attention. The man thanked you for coming and told you that his wife aspired to be as kind as you one day. You were taken aback by the response, thanking the two of them and taking a small bag out of your purse.

You told her you didn’t know what was proper to be given as a gift. She had declined it at first but when you opened it and showed it to her, both of them were surprised and asked you if you were sure. You didn’t know how to convey why you were giving it to her so you looked around to see if anyone who understood English could help you. As soon as you looked towards the back, you saw Ardeth staring right back at you. Swallowing your pride, you motioned for him to come, clasping your hands together to tell him you truly needed his help. He was next to you within moments, asking you what it was you needed.

“Could you please tell them that, as I understand, the blue scarab brings luck and keeps the evil eye away. And I wish for their marriage to always be happy and that they never struggle in anything.�� You watched as he took the golden necklace, his eyes holding your gaze before he turned to the bride and told her what you said. She was surprised and said something back, her husband agreeing with her.

“They are telling you that you are right but they could not possibly accept this.” Ardeth smiled at the couple and translated to you, watching as your expression frown in confusion. He thought it the most adorable thing he’s ever seen.

“Why not?”

“It is made of gold and lapis lazuli Y/N, this would be the most expensive thing they own and they couldn’t take something as precious from you as this.” You almost gasped when he called you by your name, and you stopped yourself from asking him to say it again, knowing this was not the time or place for such a confrontation.

“I know. But I want them to have it. Please, try to tell them again.” You placed your hand on his hand to turn it their way and Ardeth couldn’t help the blush that crept on his cheeks. He asked them again, telling them you knew very well what it was and that you really wanted them to have it. The couple looked at each other and back to you before taking the necklace and thanking you for it. The young woman hugged you tightly and kissed your cheeks, thanking you once more before asking her husband to put it on for her.

You went back to your seat and sat down, waiting until a few moments passed before thanking Ardeth for helping you.

“It was nothing.” Ardeth replied, smiling again and watching as you timidly looked away, busying yourself with something other than the handsome man next to you. In that moment, everything clicked in his mind. The bickering, the shy demeanor, the quietness whenever he was around. You didn’t do these because you disliked him but because you thought of him the way he thought of you. Maybe not completely in the same way because he thought of you in such a manner that wasn’t allowed for him. Not unless you were his own to do such things with.

You saw some of the workmen dancing around, one of them stopping when he saw you sitting next to Ardeth. He approached you and asked you if you would join him, to which you declined insistently, telling him you would only make a fool out of yourself. When he asked again and saw the way Ardeth clenched his jaws, he stopped, knowing it was unwise to anger a Medjay. You followed his gaze and saw the way Ardeth was staring at him, your heart fluttering for a moment at the thought of him being jealous. But no, that wasn’t possible.

“Perhaps it is best if you take a week off?” You asked the man and he looked at you strangely, asking you if he understood you correctly.

“Yes, a week. Don’t worry, you will be paid.” You smiled when he jumped and kissed your cheek before running to the other men and telling them they had a week off. You turned to look at Ardeth but he was nowhere to be found. Looking around, you didn’t find him anywhere, mind reeling back to see if you had said anything to offend him. You waited around for another hour and when he never returned, you excused yourself, bidding the couple a good night before walking back to your tent. But you were stopped by one of the girls, telling you that it was custom in their village for everyone to sit, even for a minute, with the palm reader on weddings. You never believed in these matters but thought why not, following the girl until she brought you to the older woman.

“Sit down my dear.” The woman took your hand and pulled you down until you sat across from her.

“You speak English?” You hadn’t meant to sound surprised but you have never met someone her age that could speak English.

“A little. I learn quickly.” She winked at you, opening the palm of your hands and drawing patterns across the lines. She remained quiet for a long time before putting your hands down and looking at you. “You have a long life ahead of you, a bright one too.” She said nothing else and you didn’t know what came over you but you asked her anyway.

“Is there love in this life?”

“There could be.”

“What do you mean?” Before you finished your question, the woman was bringing out a small piece of paper, handing it to you to see your reaction. When you opened it, you read the few lines written in Coptic and turned to look at her once more. You knew what it was. You had seen something similar at your time in Oxford when Professor Maspero brought you his findings and although you didn’t believe in such things, you were not one to tempt your luck. “Thank you, but I think it is best if I leave.” You handed the paper back to her, watching as she smiled and nodded your way.

“To be wise at such a young age. May Allah bless you and keep you safe my child. And to answer your question, there is. And you will not need such charms to make it so, for the one you seek has always had his eyes set on you and no one else.” You didn’t have time to say anything before the woman was standing up and walking away, leaving you more confused than before. Silently leaving the festivities, you made you way back to the excavation grounds, your legs leading you to the shores of the river rather than your tent. There was no way you could sleep after hearing the old woman’s words.

~IV~

You returned to the same spot you always sat in to watch the sunset every day, looking up at the sky and marveling at the many stars and constellations so visible at night. But your mind quickly returned to the old woman’s fortune; did she mean what you thought she meant? It couldn’t have been possible that she knew your feelings, let alone Ardeth’s. But she was so sure of herself.

You dug into your purse and pulled out your notebook, returning to the familiar page once more and passing your fingers over his name.

“You know, I never thought of how my name could mean something else.” You turned around when you heard Ardeth call behind you, not bothering to tell him that he almost made you drop your notebook again. When you said nothing, he continued.

“May I join you?” He asked and you could tell he was fully expecting you to tell him off. But when you nodded and motioned for him to sit next to you, he did so quietly.

“What do you mean?” You asked him, not bothering to hide the page from him anymore. He silently asked if he could see your notebook and pencil, and you handed them over. He traced his callous fingers over his name in hieroglyphs, reading them out loud and smiling at you.

𓄿𓂋𓌗 𓂞𓇌𓏏𓏛 𓃀𓇋𓄿𓎡𓅄𓅆

“Ꜣr dı͗t bı͗k…”

“The one who makes the driving away from the falcon.” You repeated after him, watching as his smile brightened even more so than before. Then you saw him scribbling something down right next to the last part of his name.

𓃀𓇋𓄿𓈅𓏤𓈐

“bı͗Ꜣ? As in path?” You asked him, trying to see what his name would mean now.

“The one who makes the driving away from the path,” he whispered, then pointed to the tattoo on his forehead and his cheeks. He watched as the meaning of his name dawned on you.

“The one who makes the driving away from the path of the netherworld through maat.” You responded, smiling when he nodded at you and told you he preferred your interpretation better.

“Why?” “As I see it, it was our role to protect Pharaoh who was the manifestation of Horus on earth. It makes sense that my name parallels the old ‘job description’...to drive away Horus from his demise and being taken into the underworld.” He handed you back your notebook and looked towards the river, watching as the waters softly hit the shores.

“Do all the Medjay have those as well?” You asked, hoping he found no offense in your curiosity.

“No, just the chieftain. But all of us hold names that correspond to an element of our past lives.” He continued, turning to look at you once again and hoping he could find it in himself to apologize for all the times he disrespected you. You met his gaze before looking away immediately. It was hard to maintain eye contact with him, his eyes making you feel as if he was staring into your soul. Then you felt his hand rest on your own in the sand, looking down and seeing his fingers clasping yours harshly. Your heart was beating against your chest and you hoped he couldn’t hear it.

When you turned to face him again, he was already staring at your lips, and you couldn’t help it, licking them and mirroring his actions before leaning in towards him. Ardeth didn’t want to move, afraid he would break this trance between the two of you, but when he saw you moving towards him, something completely otherworldly took over.

He let go of your hand and cupped your cheeks, pulling you towards him and taking your lips aggressively in a hungry kiss. You gasped into the sudden motions, hands fisting in his clothes to hold onto him so you didn’t fall over. Ardeth took this as a sign of submission, pushing you down on the sand and cornering you between his arms. When you moaned against him, he snuck his tongue past your lips, exploring your skin like it was a new oasis. His hands crept into your hair before rolling down your form, holding onto your waist and squeezing you against him to feel every inch of you.

You didn’t know what to do, torn between pushing him away to ask him about the sudden change of heart and begging him to take you to your tent and have his way with you. When he felt your nails dig into his shoulders, he pulled away, his breath fanning over your cheeks and his eyes memorizing your blissed out facial expression. When you finally opened your eyes, you had already regulated your breathing, pulling your hands away and keeping them to yourself. You hoped he would understand and move away, and when he didn’t, you looked anywhere but him.

Ardeth finally understood what you were silently asking him, moving away and sitting up slowly. Before he could say anything else, you were standing up and running away to your place. He knew calling after you wouldn’t do him any good so he sat by himself for a while. When the night air turned colder, he stood up and was about to go to the other guards when he saw your notebook lying on the ground.

Picking it up, he dusted the sand off and made his way to your tent. The Medjay saw him approaching and stood up, greeting him before returning to their posts.

“wḏi.” The command passed his lips angrily, and the two subordinates knew not to question him. They stood up and walked back to the village, leaving Ardeth standing outside your tent. He had spent hours committing to memory the pass of your tongue against his, every smooth touch of your skin against his rough fingers. Without thinking much of it, he walked into your tent to place your notebook on the nightstand, telling himself to not look at you even for a moment.

But his self control flew with the breeze, his eyes turning back and seeing your naked figure under the thin covers. He could tell you were naked, for your entire back was exposed to his gaze. Gently, he reached over and rolled the cover until you were shielded from his eyes. You looked so beautiful in your sleep, hair forming a halo on the pillow. He knew this was wrong but he couldn’t stop himself even if he tried. Slowly, he traced the blush on your cheeks up to your hair, brushing the few strands aside to take a closer look at you.

“A-ardeth…” His name spilling from your lips pushed him back to reality, pulling away and exiting the tent immediately out of fear of himself. He bit his tongue to distract himself from the familiar ache creeping into his groin whenever you were around. It was much worse now however, because he knew what his name sounded like when you moaned it in your sleep. Sitting near the fire, Ardeth removed his knife and picked up a large tree branch, cutting away to distract himself from the sleeping figure not twenty feet away from him.

Unbeknownst to him, you were very much awake when he entered your tent. For a moment, you were afraid it was not him but when leaned over to cover your body, you could smell his scent, one that you were more familiar with now more than before. You knew he would not try to force himself on you and when he brushed your hair, you couldn’t stop the moan that escaped your throat in the form of his name. He was gone a moment later, leaving you a mess beneath your covers. You wished you could bring him back to your bed, tell him you ran away because you were afraid of offending him by asking him to do something that may not be acceptable in his culture and not because you were refusing him.

You slept knowing the old woman was truthful in everything she had told you, and Ardeth laid awake through the night thinking you ran away because you did not want him.

~V~

You woke up earlier than usual, making yourself exceptionally presentable before exiting the tent. You walked out prepared to face Ardeth and try to make small talk so he doesn’t feel awkward but he was nowhere to be found. You hated when he did that and he seemed to do that a lot around you. You saw the two guards, who you now knew were Medjay, standing around and talking. When they saw you, they bowed their heads before returning to their conversation.

You didn’t bother to look for him, going about your day as you normally would have and hoping you could be productive instead of thinking about him. You continued recording mounds of interest in your notebook, walking around the area near the mosque and straying away from the major area to the west of the temple. You never came to this part of the grounds, knowing Professor Maspero had already discovered the Chapel of the goddess Mut. There was no way he would’ve missed anything, he was a thorough man. But in your attempt to not topple over the rocks, you skipped a step and fell on your face on top of what used to be a column in the hypostyle hall of the temple.

“For god’s sake,” you whispered to yourself, looking for your pencil and dusting off your pants. You cursed under your breath when you saw your pants have ripped at the knee. Resting on the column, your eyes passed through a relief that seemed oddly familiar. Ignoring the pain in your legs, you tried to wipe the sand as much as possible from the relief, eyes widening in surprise when you realized what the relief was.

Frantically standing up, you picked up your notebook to mark where you were on the site before discarding it again, kneeling down and dusting off as much as you could without damaging the column.

There, engraved in large letters, was a Coptic inscription surrounding a cross that was most likely carved over a hieroglyphs. You almost screamed at the sheer luck, marking the area before running to your tent to grab your tools. The guards saw you running around frantically and were about to ask you when they saw you jumping out of your tent with your small kit. They knew not to disturb you when you were working.

You returned to the column and brushed away from the column before grabbing a shovel and removing the rubble from around the column. You’ve never had to do this much work in your years of excavations but you didn’t care, this was far more rewarding than anything. You looked like a wild woman by the time you cleared the column, sitting down to sketch as many of the reliefs as you could. The Coptic would have to wait, you had no energy for this today.

When you returned to your tent, the two guards saw the state of you and asked if anything happened to you. You explained what took place and told them that dinner was on you, giving one of them money to fetch food from the village. The men thanked you and told you they would tell you when the food was here.

You went back in to bathe, knowing you looked like an absolute mess of a woman and that you should not be in their company in such a manner. You were about to unbutton your shirt when someone walked into the tent.

“That was quick. You must’ve been truly hungry to-” The words died in your throat when you turned around and saw Ardeth standing at the entrance. You said nothing, silently kicking yourself for not returning sooner and cleaning up. The last thing you needed was to look filthy in front of him. But none of this compared to the way he was looking at you, like a predator ready to devour his prey.

His eyes softened, however, when he saw you the state of your knees and the dried blood on the beige pants. Without thinking much of it, he stepped towards you, kneeling down to inspect your skin.

“What happened?”

“I- there was a…” You couldn’t think of a coherent sentence, the feeling of his warm hands wrapped around your legs too distracting. “I was just walking around and quite literally fell upon a new discovery. Did you know there was an old church built in this temple?” Ardeth ignored your rambling, asking you to sit down on the chair while he fetched a clean cloth and some water. You didn’t dare argue with him, silently taking a seat and rolling up your pants for him. He came back with a small amphora filled with cold water and a cloth. His blood thrummed in his ears as soon as he saw your skin. And although he tried to hide himself, you couldn’t help but smile at the blush that crept across his cheeks.

Gently, he sat down and held your calves, cursing himself for thinking he could do this without making a fool out of himself.

“You should be more careful Y/N.” There it was again, your name whispered so softly and causing you shake. Ardeth felt goosebumps erupting on your skin, barely holding back the smile of pride at being the cause of such a reaction. You nodded, not trusting your voice just yet. He was tender in every touch, slowly dabbing the wet cloth around the inflamed area before treating the other knee in a similar fashion. Like the previous night, something took over him and he couldn’t hold himself back, leaning down and kissing your knees, telling you to watch the wounds when you washed.

When Ardeth looked up, he saw the frenzy swimming in your eyes, and he could only smile at you when your lips parted to attempt and thank him.

“I will wash this for you.” He raised the blood stained cloth and you tried to stop him but he insisted, telling you it was nothing. When he left your tent, you were sure your heart was close to jumping out of your chest. It was such a minor touch but it boiled your blood, knowing what his lips felt like on your skin yet again. Shaking your head, you went to the corner of the tent to wash up quickly, your heart already leaping at the thought of seeing him again.

But then something broke your trance. God you could not never have the heart to refuse this man if he asked you to have him, but you also couldn’t bear it if you were to tempt him to do something that went against his culture, even religion. Come to think of it, your knowledge of the Medjay’s religious beliefs was minimal. You had spent a long time with them when you were with Evy and Rick, seeing many of them walking into the mosque in their village during the day to pray. But you also saw your two guards walking out of Mass on Sunday morning numerous times, singing some of their hymns as they walked back to their post.

Either way, you could not possibly be the cause that Ardeth strayed from his beliefs. You had respected him far too much to tempt him or place him in an unpleasant situation with whatever religious leader he knew. You were very much aware of your position, not just as a stranger to the culture and religions but also as a woman that did not care for the rules revolving around physical relationships. It was one of the things that had many men and women of your social circle angry and whisper about. You only had one or two affairs with men but you still valued yourself, just not in the same way that women of your society did. You did not care for the limiting rules set upon you by the Catholic church or English culture. Thankfully, neither did your parents, always telling you to follow your heart and not care for what anyone thought of you. You were only Catholic by name after all, not by belief.

But you couldn’t apply this advice now. You cared what Ardeth thought of you and you did not want him to think you were “easy,” neither did you want him to see you as a prude. So you reeled back all thoughts of approaching him, wanting to give the two of you some time to test the waters. You took your time in the bath, slowly washing yourself to make sure the wound did not bleed again. It was an hour later when you emerged from the water, wrapping a towel around yourself before rubbing another around your hair.

But when you emerged from behind the wooden screen, you saw Ardeth walking in to place the urn and cloth near your bed. When he turned around, his body went tense, hands shaking at the sight of you and eyes blinking slowly. Neither of you moved for a few moments. You waited to see what he would do, chest rising and falling when you saw the way his eyes took you in. You saw his adam’s apple bob up before resting back in its place and you thought, ‘20 seconds of courage.’

Throwing the hair towel away, you walked up to him, standing a few inches away from his rigid torso.

“You are treading on dangerous grounds Y/N.” Ardeth whispered, his nose flaring when the scent of lavender hit his senses. He was losing every ounce of control coursing through his veins and he wished you would step away before he did something he might regret. Slowly, you reached your hands towards him to cup his cheeks, watching as he shut his eyes to control himself. You saw his jaws clenched tightly, fists cracking from how harshly he was holding himself back. Leaning forward, you brushed your lips against his own before pulling back.

“Tell them to leave.” That was all Ardeth needed for confirmation, setting the animal loose and wrapping his arms around you before devouring your lips. His hands fisted in your damp hair, pulling your neck back so he could lay kisses all over your skin. You moaned loudly against him, causing him to clamp his hand on your mouth in fear of the men hearing you. Reluctantly pulling away, Ardeth told you to remain in your spot until he got rid of the two guards. You barely held yourself up when he left you to walk out of the tent.

You could hear him ordering the two men, and telling them to not return unless they saw Horus. Both men responded their agreement and left, and you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed because they probably knew why their chieftain ordered them so aggressively to leave.

Ardeth walked back in and tied the knots of the entrance, walking around all sides of the tent to make sure there were no visible windows or holes or even entrances for anyone to disturb the two of you. When he came back to you, he saw you looking at the ground, arms set at your sides shyly.

“You do not owe me anything Y/N, certainly not your body. I can leave now if you wish me to.” It broke his heart to tell you such things but he never wanted to force you to do anything you did not wish to do. When you looked up at him and blinked, he knew your answer.

And before he could do anything, you were loosening the knot of the towel, letting it fall to the floor to leave you naked to his eyes. Ardeth was having a hard time, in more ways than one, maintaining his nerves. His heart skipped a beat at seeing you bare in front of him and he knew there was no holding back anymore when you looked up at him through heavy-lidded eyes.

"يا اللة."

My god.

~VI~

As soon as he whispered those two words, you were on him like the water clinging to your skin, not caring about any consequences to your actions. Ardeth embraced you with as much passion, swallowing your cries when his hands got bolder with every pass over your skin. He was a much more aggressive lover than you thought and perhaps it was due to the sexual tension between the two of you in the past few weeks.

He pulled away and you noticed that he held a direct gaze, not a playful expression in sight. You whined at the loss of his lips and if he were any other man, Ardeth would have smiled and felt a sense of pride for having this much of an effect on you. But he wasn’t another man. He was a starved man and you were exactly what he yearned for in decades. Ardeth couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this strongly to another woman. The last time he was in a relationship, be it physical or emotional, was so long ago that he couldn’t remember who it was. He was a young boy who thought being with a woman would make him a man but he knew soon after it was not this simple.

His lips sucked at the juncture of your neck and noticed you biting your lips to prevent any sound from escaping past them. His fingers squeezed your waist and brought you closer to him harshly, a part of him knowing he should slow down and cherish every inch of you in a perhaps gentler manner. But you were finally in his arms, and he couldn’t bring himself to hold back, not when you were so responsive to his mean and quick touches. He bit down a little harshly on your clavicle and a part of him wished it was to hear your noises and not to mark you as his, but he would dwell on that later. When you finally moaned against him, he eased the hold he had on your hips and pulled away to take you in. “Do not silence yourself Y/N, your sounds belong to me,” he gasped when you visibly shuddered against him, his hands shaking when he felt your nails dig into his arms. “Sweet music to my ears…”

You didn’t know what came over you but no sooner than his hoarse request were your moans loud enough to be heard from the river. He continued his assault on your flushed skin, nipping and licking every inch of you until you surrendered yourself to his hands. You tugged at his shoulder, fisting your fingers in his robes before reaching for his turban. Loosening the scarves away from his head, you watched as his hair fell down past his cheeks and framed his handsome features. Ardeth looked up and saw the way your eyes gazed at him and he felt relief wash over him because he was not the only one who felt this unbearable need.

You leaned forward and Ardeth thought you were going to kiss him but then you pulled his hair and exposed his neck for you, sucking on his adam’s apple and feeling his shaking hands wrap around your entire body. “My heart aches for you Y/N-” Ardeth couldn’t help the growl that flew past his vocal cords, his hands shaking violently when you continued to bite his throat time and again. He wasn’t sure if he was this sensitive because it has been decades since he was touched in such a manner or if it was because you were the one claiming his body. “It yearns for you when the sun rises each morning and- ahhh by the gods woman...and craves you when it sets past the Nile.”

If it were any other woman, Ardeth was sure she would be turned off by his words. They weren’t seductive in any way, but he knew you. He knew your preferences, your likes and dislikes, perhaps already understood what you desired after even though he has not been an hour in your bed. Somehow, however, he sensed your appreciation for the sensual and romantic words he uttered and he continued to test both his resolve and yours with every affection he emoted. And he was right to think so because within minutes, he had your body willing and ready for him. You should have expected him to have such a sinful tongue and you rubbed your thighs when Ardeth moaned shamelessly at your equally-aggressive hands. He was more vocal than any of your previous lovers and you found that you enjoyed it immensely.

“Ardeth, please just...take these off. I need to feel your skin. I want to touch you, kiss you, look at every inch of you.” Ardeth smiled at your lack of patience, not warning you as he leaned down and carried you to the bed. He laid you down gently before standing over you, shaking his head when he saw the way you grabbed at your breasts to seduce him.

“You are a vixen, the most beautiful my eyes have seen.” Ardeth licked his lips as he looked you over, undoing his robes slowly to fill his mind’s eye with you. You arched your back and moaned when you saw his bare skin through the robes, not caring that you were being forward when you grabbed his robes and pulled him towards you. Ardeth stepped confusingly towards you, hissing when he felt your hands palm him through the black material.

“Y/N, I- I thought your hand would calm this heat I feel for you, but- oh gods, ahhh you- you have done little to quench this fire.” His words went straight to your core and you began to pull at the clothes until they pooled at his feet. Before he could step out of them, you were leaning forward and kissing his hard member, hands kneading and teasing the base until he was panting mess above you.

“Ahhh gods, my love you’re- you are truly talented.” Ardeth tries his hardest to focus on your blissed-out expression but he fails as soon as he feels the palm of your hand close around the tip of his erection. He manages to open his eyes and look down just in time to see you lick the protruding vein ending right below the head and he almost loses himself right then and there. As much as it pains him, he fists his hand in your hair and pulls you off of him before pushing you down on your bed and standing once more. He holds a dangerous and warning gaze and you understand why he silently asks you to not touch him again. You shamelessly look at him as he moves around, watching the way his muscles flex whenever he pulls an article of clothing off aggressively.

You almost giggle at how quick he is but you hold back, afraid of making him think you are laughing at him. His mind freezes when he stands up and turns to you, unable to look away from where your fingers are. Ardeth raises a curious eyebrow, slowly kneeling down on the bed before approaching you like a lion waiting to devour his prey at the proper time. He is almost angry at the way your eyes challenge him but he chooses to think past the brave aura, gently parting your thighs wider so he could take a better look at the motion of your fingers. He growls, silently chuckling when he sees your legs shake at the sound. You stop your actions altogether and suddenly realize just how dry your mouth is.

“Do not stop on my account Y/N,” Ardeth’s voice is deeper than normal and you whine at his self-control. You had thought he would take you as soon as his guards left but he proved to be a more patient man than you thought. “Ardeth please, please-” You stop breathing when he leans down between your parted thighs, licking your navel and blowing air on the wet skin until you reach for him. Slowly descending down your body, Ardeth holds your gaze and squeezes your buttocks before whispering against your heat, “unless you want me to stop, you will be patient. Remove your hands.” You obey him instantly, letting go of his shoulders before pulling on the bed sheets violently to have some semblance of control.

He hums in approval and returns to the task at hand. A part of him wished he would be gentleman-like with you, but his mind was losing the last bit of control and he couldn’t stop himself even if he tried. Shutting his eyes, he leaned down and licked your core once, twice to open you up for him. As soon as you threw your head back in pleasure, he did what his mind dreamed of doing to you for months, years even. Not caring for how filthy it must have looked, let alone sounded, Ardeth poked your wet lips with his nose and took a long whiff of your scent, groaning when the sweet smell swept straight to his groin. Your eyes shot open and glanced down at him immediately, gasping at the obscenity of his actions. Ardeth was afraid he scared you but when he turned his attention back to your heat, he saw proof of your arousal leaking down your thighs.

He smiled and glanced back at you, maintaining eye contact as he licked you dry. You were embarrassed but for a moment, moaning his name over and over again as he pleasured you until you could no longer feel anything but him.

“Ardeth, ahhh pl-please Ardeth I-” he didn’t let you finish, sucking on your wet core vigorously before pushing down on your lower abdomen to keep you still for him. As soon as you felt his fingers part your sensitive core, your hands fisted in his long locks and pulled on it. You had expected him to cease his actions or ask you to be patient again but the opposite occurred. Ardeth coated his fingers with your pleasure before pushing them against you, exploring your body with his quick digits while he continued to nip and lick at the protruding bundle of nerves. He was slowly driving you mad with his ministrations and you managed to keep whatever control remained because the last thing you needed was for the whole village to know what is transpiring in your tent.

But then he curled his fingers inside you and increased pressure once, twice, three times until he felt your back arch off the bed. You couldn’t hold back anymore, clenching around his fingers as he brought you to the utmost pleasure and when you begged him to stop, he refused, wanting to coax another petite mort out of you before he pulled away. Ardeth raised himself just in time to see you let go once more, his eyes taking in your features before slowly descending down your body. Your skin was glistening with sweat, chest rising and falling rapidly with every breath you took and Ardeth almost lost his mind when he saw how perky and flushed your breasts were. When he saw how spent you looked, he pushed his fingers inside you one last time before taking them out and rubbing your thighs to soothe you. You fell back onto the bed, hair disheveled and lips parted from how hard you were breathing. As soon as you managed to look at him, Ardeth took this chance and licked his fingers dry before slowly ascending your body.

He left a trail of kisses on your skin, occasionally nipping an area he found desirable and you smiled when he came face to face with your breasts. You couldn’t hold back the scandalous moan that emanated when he leaned down and took a pert nipple between his teeth, fondling the other until you felt pleasure from the pain of his touches.

“I- I’m sensitive there Ardeth,” your attempt at warning him did little to nothing, only edging him further in his actions until you were a mess beneath him again. “All the more reason to devour you Y/N. You torment me with your moans. Your whispers of my name...in the name of the ogdoad, forgive me. Do not reproach me for losing myself in your beauty. If you choose to deny me this, then send me away this instance for I cannot...will not hold back any longer.” You were overcome with warmth at the intensity of his words, knowing it must be hard for him to say such words given the nature of his quiet personality, let alone the position he was in. “You fill me with desire from head to foot Y/N. My love shall never be veiled again.” He continued his assault on your breasts and you continued praying his name when you felt his shaft leaking on your belly. You weren’t sure what you wanted anymore, but you were absolutely certain of one thing: Ardeth was the last man you would allow in your bed because you knew in your heart that no one else was capable of loving you as much as he does, not just physically, but emotionally.

“I have wanted you for so long, and I- ahhh god your tongue drips of sin, and I pleasured myself at night, imagining how you would touch me, h-how your skin would feel against mine, how rough you would be when you lose control, and-” you took a deep breath, holding back what you wanted to say for fear of making him think you were ill-mannered. But he has not once held back from you this night. As a matter of fact, Ardeth has done the opposite, voicing his desires proudly before stealing orgasm after another from you. You found courage through his actions and whispered to him what you have wanted for so long. “And I dreamed of feeling you so deep inside me, giving you pleasure with avidity until you stilled my torments.” You wrapped your legs around him, not giving him a chance to contemplate on your actions before gyrating your hips into his verge until you felt him rub against your damp core.

Ardeth shuddered in your arms, his surprise turning into firm touches as he wrapped one arm around your back while the other hand smoothed down your hips. He leaned down and captured your lips in a hungry kiss, his hand pushing your lower back into him to control the motion of your hips. He could feel himself nestled between your thighs, moaning and sucking on your tongue when he sensed how dripping wet you were for him.

“You drive me mad woman,” Ardeth smiled against your mouth before reaching up and pulling on your hair to get more access to your neck. He bit down wherever he could as he felt your desire drench his thighs. You would tell him later that you preferred nothing more than feeling his chest slide against yours, not because of how toned and muscular it was but because of how rough it was to the touch. The friction his chest hair caused was painful yet it ignited a fire within you instantaneously.

“Please, please just-”

“What do you need Y/N, I will give you anything.” Ardeth was breathing just as harshly as you, if not more. He gazed into your eyes, watching the brewing storm erupt as he rolled his hips against you. You dug your nails into his back, the other holding onto his hair when you couldn’t take it any longer.

“I need you, Ardeth, I need you now. Please, I- I burn for you… need to embrace you,” and for good measure, you stretched your hand between your bodies, grabbing his painfully hard member and rubbing it between your parted lips. “Let me embrace you, let me quench this radiating fire.” You pronounced each word with a rough pass over your core and Ardeth prayed your name until he couldn’t take it anymore.

He grabbed your wrist aggressively, slamming it above your head and pushing you down until he felt your submission and before you could whine again, he was spitting in his hand, proud of the response he received from you at the sudden and audacious action. He stroked himself a few times before lining himself up against you, slowly pushing past your slit into your heat until he felt completely engulfed by your silky walls. You ceased to breathe as you felt the intrusion reach deeper, refusing to tell him to stop because even though he was filling you to the hilt, you still craved him.

Ardeth could barely hold himself above you, his arms threatening to give out beneath him from the immense pleasure. He wasn’t sure if you were purposely clenching violently around him or not, but all he knew was that he has never felt such satisfaction in his life. And he silently cursed you for feeling so tight and inviting because he knew very well no other woman would compare to you. Neither in your intellect and wittiness, nor your beauty and perfection. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought because he never thought he would have the neural capacity to applaud your brilliance when he was this deep inside you.

You didn’t know why he was laughing and you hoped it wasn’t because you didn’t live up to his expectations. You loosened your hold on him and he noticed, gazing down at you and seeing the inquisitive expression you held. Brushing your hair aside, he refused to look anywhere but your doe-like orbs as he soothed the slight hint of panic away from your skin.

“You have, without a doubt, utterly ruined all women for me Y/N,” Ardeth claimed shamelessly before pulling himself out, and refusing to move until he made sure you were content. When he saw you release your breath and throw your head back, he thrust back in a little vigorously than intended. Before he could apologize for his lack of patience, he heard you faintly whispering for him.

“Ardeth, d-don’t hold back. Take your pleasure, please. I- I want you to ruin me...ahh god, want you to brand my soul.” You pulled him down to you, kissing the corner of his mouth and licking his jaw, enticing him until he lost all self-control and took from you what you dreamed of giving him ever since you laid eyes on him in the desert long ago. At your request, Ardeth lost himself, moving in and out between your thighs without remorse. He hummed against the juncture of your neck, the grip he held on your hair getting tighter with every passing minute. You turned your head to the side, sighing and moaning his name as he roughly drove himself into you.

You bit his wrist, causing him to lose his balance for a moment before growling and thrusting into you. “If- ahhh gods, if one time will not suffice to quench your fire, I shall do it again to satisfy you. You have bewitched me body and soul Y/N, m nb pt I surrender myself to you.” You felt a sudden flare of lightning strike across your abdomen as soon as he spoke in his native tongue, unintentionally clenching harder around him and causing him to scream into the night air. Even though he spoke little in his language, you couldn’t help but imagine him continue to do so as he brought you to the utmost pleasure. Ardeth noticed your responsiveness to his words and he felt pride deep in his lungs at the thought of knowing he was the cause of such a reaction.

His pace began to falter, knowing very well he could not last any longer because of how perfect and velvety you felt around him. He set a punishing pace nonetheless, wanting to feel you fall over the edge with him. Taking hold of your chin, he turned you to face him before claiming your mouth again, not caring that he might draw some blood from his aggressive actions. The only sounds heard in the tent were your moans, and his skin slapping against your own. It drove him mad hearing your arousal seep down your thighs with every pass of his verge past your slit.

“sttyt nṯr ꜥꜣ, come with me, please Y/N, come for me. Now!” For god knows what time that night, Ardeth bit down on your skin, somehow managing to thrust into you harder than before until you couldn’t control your own body. He felt your orgasm before you had the chance to tell him, shuddering against you as he released himself deep inside you. You arched your back against him as waves of pleasure coursed through your body, the intensity of your gratification terrifying your heart. You never realized you were capable of feeling such things and yet here you were, in the arms of the man you never thought you could get close to until a few hours ago.

As you opened your eyes, you saw dilated pupils staring right back at you. It seemed comical that you felt naked under his potent gaze and actually attempted to cover yourself. His grip on you hardened, silently telling you to never attempt such a thing again.

“What have you done to me woman? Not even I had any control over myself.” He whispered before smiling and leaning down to kiss you passionately. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer to you, feeling the muscles of his back shift under your touch as he moved to pull himself out of you. Ardeth fell to the side, reaching for the covers before bringing you to him. You laid beneath his neck, pushing your thighs around his legs and chuckling when he warned you with a huff. Ardeth tried his hardest to think of anything but your hard nipples teasing his chest and he realized he could never be able to not think of you as long as you were in his embrace.

~VII~

“This is not the time, and perhaps I should have inquired before...this...but I wanted to apologize if I caused you to do or say anything against your ways.” There was no other manner you could state what you wanted to tell him and you hoped he wouldn’t be offended by your boldness. You sighed when you heard him chuckle for a second, turning your gaze to him to study his facial expression.

“The chieftain of the Medjay is seldom a follower of any religion besides the old one. As far as I know, he can only belong to the old traditions and it is not our custom to hold such things as taboo before marriage. If anything, it is I who should apologize for being incapable of stopping this before it escalated.” He played with your hair, and you couldn’t help but shiver at the seriousness of his voice.

“Why?”

“You often wear a cross around your neck and I could only assume you are Christian.”

“I was raised one but never believed in any of it. There are too many similarities between the Ancient Religion and Christianity, and do not tell my family any of this, but I genuinely believe Christianity stole its stories and beliefs from your religion. If I were to ever follow a tradition, it would be the Ancient Egyptian one. Horus knows I swear by his name all the time.” You never expected to hear Ardeth laugh this loudly but he did so and you couldn’t look away from the beautiful expression he held. The sound was so pure you almost begged him to do it again. Both of you remained quiet for a few minutes, and he occasionally smiled when you continued to draw patterns on his chest.

After a while, Ardeth broke the silence and surprised you yet again. “I have spent many nights imagining what it would feel like to have you naked and willing in my arms, and now that I am here, I cannot fathom how divine you are.” You blushed under his gaze and Ardeth knew he would do everything in his power to see that blush creep down your breasts once more.

“bı͗ꜣyt.ı͗, my heart belongs to you.” You continued to stare at him, and he sighed in relief when you graced him with a shy smile. Slowly, you sat up and cupped his cheek, tracing the hieroglyphs on his handsome features before touching each one with your lips. You could feel him smiling against your neck and sighed when his grip tightened around your waist.

“And mine is yours, wbnnı͗.ı͗.” Ardeth couldn’t help himself, grabbing your neck and pushing you down to kiss you before wrapping his arms around you to keep you as close to him as possible. You laid your head back on his chest and shut your eyes, the feeling of tranquility slowly washing over you as you focused on the beat of his heart. Finally, since decades, Ardeth felt content, knowing he would never allow himself to embrace another woman and would fight an entire army before he lets another man touch you. You remained in each other’s arms for the duration of the night, letting the sounds of the Nile lull you into a deep sleep, knowing that everything was, at long last, as it should be.

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iguessweallcrazyithinktho · 4 years ago

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Boomerang

Request: Can I request Chris Evans x Reader age gap where its her 10 high school reunion and back in high school she was over weight and was teased for it. Now she isnt and is engaged to Chris, but at the reunion she gets told by like an ex boyfriend an ex friend that Chris will leave her if she gets her weight back. Chris over hears this and is upset by it. Also could they make a remark like she is gaining weight again but she is pregnant like three months with a tiny bump (Maybe smut) Thank you

Warning: angst, smut(oral, female receiving) fluff

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Word count: 1.4k

Author note: accidentally posted this earlier, so posting again

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You looked at your old high school as it came into view. You haven't been back there since you were 18 and honestly you wouldn't be here if Chris didn't persuade you.

Lots of painful memories came out of high school. you were overweight and unpopular. You got bullied most of your 4 years, and once your ex best friend became head of the cheer team, she turned on you. You really aren't sure why you agreed to come back to this hell hole, but here you were.

"Okay, we're here baby," you snapped out of your daze and looked out of the windshield. People were everywhere, Somewhere familiar. You exhaled loudly, you were really doing this. Chris took your hand from your thigh and brought it to his lips, placing a kiss on it. "You ready?" You smiled and nodded. "Ready as I'll ever be."

Chris let go of your hand and opened his door. You grabbed your things, while Chris walked to your side and opened the door for you. You got out and cradled your bump, a habit you're starting to pick up. Chris shut the door for you and walked with you hand and hand.

You felt eyes on you as you both walked. Honestly you weren't sure if they were for you or Chris, but you brushed it off. You both entered the building and you greeted your old teachers. When you finished Chris was no longer behind you, he was talking to someone. You decided to let him talk with that person, so you walked away.

You spotted a snack and instantly was drawn towards it. You craving since you got pregnant were through the roof so every time you saw food you needed to eat. You walked up to the table and picked up some food. Turning around you were about to leave, but someone stopped you. "Y/n."

You looked up and saw your ex best friend. She had a smug look on her face and her arms were crossed. "Always eating huh." You gaze down at the food now hating that you got it.

"Wow, I really thought when you left high school you would stop eating everything." She scoffed out.

Chris was walking up to you both, but stopped when he heard the word that came out of her mouth. You couldn't see him because you were too short compared to her.

"I guess you're stuck in your old ways. Honestly don't know why you got a hot, sexy guy like Chris. I mean seriously look at you," she pointed to you making you look down at your body. "You're already fat. Chris is going to leave you for someone better, someone like me." She proceeded to do a spin, but stopped when she saw Chris.

"Omg hi." Her whole demeanor changed. She stuck out her hand for Chris to shake, but he shook his head and walked to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist. "I don't know what makes you think I want to be with someone like you. I'm fucking Happy with who I'm with, and she's not fat, she's pregnant with my child so maybe think before you judge."

Chris pulled you away before she could respond. He walked you outside to the car before he said anything to you. "You okay baby?" You nodded, but Chris knew you weren't okay. He felt so stupid bring you here especially after you didn't want to come. "Let's go home."

He opened the door for you and you got in. Chris got in the driver's seat and drove off. You didn't feel like looking at him. What if she's right, what if Chris does leave you for someone better. You aren't hot like a model or anything. You were an average woman.

You and Chris rode in silence. Chris wanted to say something, but he didn't want to ruin anything by saying something. You both arrived home and you quickly got out of the car. Chris groaned and got out. "Y/n, baby." You entered the house, Chris followed you calling your name. "Baby, I'm sorry I shouldn't have brought you there, please don't be mad at me." You turned around and faced him. You were on the verge of tears. "I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at her. She made me upset. She made me feel horrible just like when I was in school. That's why I didn't want to go." You turned around and walked to your bedroom, Chris followed you. You sat down at the end of the bed and took off your heels.

"Y/n she's an asshole. I will never leave you for someone else, I'm happy with you. You're pregnant with my child and that makes me so happy. Please don't take her words too far." You turned to him breathing out. "I'm not, I'm just… I just don't understand how she was my friend and then she turns on me." You laughed under your breath. "Such an asshole." Chris sat beside you. "I don't know. But uh, I'll always be your best friend if you want, unless this little bean-," he placed his hand on your growing bump. "Take that spot. In that case I'm fine with it." You smiled and turned to your husband. "Well he might." Chris cocked his head to the side. "You think it's a boy?"

You sucked in some air. "Yeah, I want a boy because he would turn out just like you and treat a woman with so much love and that will make me so happy." You smiled at Chris. He put his hand on your face, pulling you both together until your lips joined. You deepen the kiss by swinging your legs over his. Chris placed his hand on your hips, continuing to kiss you. Your tongue slipped into his mouth, running over his teeth before it found Chris's tongue. You moaned softly before pulling away for some air. Chris piercing blue eyes looked up at you with hunger. "Damn baby, I want to fuck you so good." Chris picked you up and turned you around so that you were sitting on the bed. You laid back onto the bed and watched as Chris hooked his hand into your belt hole and pulled down your pants. He tossed them on the ground and pushed your thighs open. He kneeled in between them placing kisses on your thighs. His lips moved up to your bump placing a few kisses on it. You smiled down at him causing him to smile at you. He moved back in between your thighs peering down at your soaked panties. "All this for me baby?" You nodded. "All for you Chris."

Chris hooked his fingers in your panties elastic band and pulled it to the side before latching His mouth on your pussy. You moaned loudly, throwing your head back. The sound of his mouth on your pussy turned you on even more. You ran your hands in his hair pushing him close. Chris swirled his tongue around your clit before he sucked. "Chris, that feels so good." A little whimper left the end of your sentence. You looked down at him, he was lapping at your fold, tasting all your juice on his tongue. A few moans left his lips sending it straight to your clit. "You taste so good."

Chris pushed two of his fingers into your dripping core. You let out a whine. "Does that feel good baby? You like my fingers in your tight pussy?"

"Yes, fuck!" You let go of his head and gripped the stripped comfort under you. "Oh, Chris I'm going to cum. Make cum. Chris gently held your thighs open with one hand, he sucked more hard on your bundle of nerves and thrust his fingers in you. You loud moans and curse filled the room. You started to chant his name as your orgasm washed over you.

Chris flicked his tongue over the nerves fast, it made your legs shake. "Uhh, okay stopped." Chris pulled his fingers out of you and stood up. You did the same, climbed up higher so that your back was pressed against the headboard. Chris walked up to the side of the bed with your panties. "You might want these back." You shook your head. "Keep em Evans. I know you want to." Chris smirked at you and put them in his pocket.

He laid on the bed and rested his head near your bump. "Hi baby, I want to tell how much I love your mommy for letting me have her panties. "You gasped. "Chris!"

"Okay, okay fine. I'll just tell you how much I love your mommy." He looked up at you with a smile which you returned.

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tomsrebeleyebrow · 5 years ago

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together | ho x fem!reader

@allegra-soleil asked: Chérie, ma belle, that last blurb BROKE ME. Can I have something similar but with Haz? Cuz we both know he is more hot tempered, and would probably make things worse before making them better, yelling and crying later when he realizes he really fucked up💔 Maybe he was the jealous one? Feeling left out by your sudden friendship with Tom? Mercy, baba. Je t'adore💖💖💖

Warnings: MAJOR ANGST including language/swearing, harsh arguments, screaming, cries, insecurities, anxiety, lots of emotions tbh BUT FLUFF at the end because we want happy endings in this house, dammit!

Word Count: 4.2k

A/N: ALLIE. MY GORGEOUS ALLIE 💞 your request turned into an oneshot because, well, inspiration i guess? 😂🙄🙊 so this one is for you bae, an angsty as hell but with that fluffy ending we all want 🥰🥰🥰 love you girl and as always, stay safe sweetheart 💖💗

‘Stay safe, Cheer up’ blurb event

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Despite whatever people say, no human on Earth could escape the reality of how feelings work. No human was perfect, that was for sure. Not even Harrison. And now, the boy was massively experiencing jealousy at its best. Or maybe at its worse.

Which actually lead to now, when you tried to catch up your blond boyfriend as he stomped towards his bedroom, at Tom’s house.

“What was that just now?” you yelped as you were now both in the bedroom, Harrison facing away from you and not a single word addressed since what happened just before.

“What?” Harrison said with a harsh tone.

“The way you just addressed both Tom and I a minute ago, acting like a complete douchebag. Care to explain?” you asked again, slight irritation now audible in your voice.

“Oh sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt your private time with Tom!” scoffed Harrison while turning towards you, and your eyes widened at what you were looking at.

The face of your boyfriend displayed a look of mixed emotions you never knew was possible; anger, disgust, sarcasm and pure jealousy. His whole body screamed tension but the worst part must have been his voice, each word accentuated by the fakest playful tone of all time.

And that vision was almost scaring you.

“What are you saying, Haz?” you demanded with clear and proper authority, the need to know what was going on in your boyfriend’s mind being your main goal at the moment.

“What am I saying, you’re asking!?” Harrison sneered at you, “I’m just noticing that my own girlfriend looks like she’s having the blast of her life with my freaking best friend ever since we started the quarantine, is what I’m saying!”

Harrison’s voice got louder as the sentence kept going, each word heavy enough to weight more and more upon yourself.

“Are you joking right now?”

Now you were expecting anything, but that.

“I’m just by myself mostly all the fucking time like I don’t even exist in this house! But don’t mind me, really, it’s not like I’m your damn boyfriend in the story! So don’t waste your precious time with somebody like me and just go back to your dear Tommy to laugh and be lovey-dovey like two stupid kids!!”

“Are you out of your mind or what?!” you retorted before Harrison had the chance to continue, your ears still not believing what you just heard.

“If you wanted to go out with Tom Holland himself, you should have said no to me in the first place, instead of using me all this time to get closer to him-”

“What the actual fuck is wrong with you, Harrison?!” you shot, you voice getting as loud as Harrison’s one.

The back and forth argument kept getting worse, you two now becoming entire messes as both your faces were reddening at the same time your words got louder.

The scene definitely drew the attention of the other residents of the house, the first one being Tuwaine as the man was passing by and just stopped at the doorframe, not believing what was actually happening. Soon Harry followed, the screams loud enough to wake up the deaths or the neighbours next door, or even the entire neighbourhood.

“Oi guys, what’s up in there?”

And obviously, the next and last person to arrive was Tom.

“Why the fuck are you all screami-”

Just then, you simply exploded like a grenade that waited and took too much already on yourself. Your voice was screaming of anger now, but also distress and sadness, the rage definitely showing now from head to toes that you shocked all four boys, Harrison included.

“FUCK YOU HARRISON! JUST- FUCK YOU AND YOUR FUCKING DAMN ATTITUDE!” you raged and kept going in one breath, “I DON’T KNOW WHAT THE HELL I DID TO DESERVE BEING TREATED LIKE A- LIKE A TOTAL SLUT BUT IF Y-YOU CAN’T TRUST ME ENOUGH OR EVEN BELIEVE IN THE LOVE I FEEL TOWARDS YOU, I-I JUST- AT LEAST FREAKING TALK TO ME BEFORE ACTING LIKE A FUCKING TOSSER Y-YOU DAMN BASTARD!!!”

That was it. You lost it, all your usual nice and sweet composure just vanished in a snap. But you felt hurt, badly hurt like you never once thought you would be that your feelings just washed over you that you had to scream as loud as possible.

You never had that kind of harsh arguments with Harrison, even knowing the boy was sometimes short tempered but right now, everything he said to you still resonated in your head. Every words. All of them. Even the degrading ones. Each of them were said with pure and bad jealousy, something you couldn’t imagine coming from Harrison.

In the end, even him was capable of hurting people.

Your face was now a red mess, your entire body tensed but at the same time shaking, and your eyes full or tears that soon started rolling down your cheeks when you finished screaming to his face.

Then a cold, tensed and awkward silence settled in the room. No one dared to say a word. And after a loud sob escaped your lips, you ran outside the room, not even glancing once more at the blond guy in front of you, nor at the other boys as you made your way past them. Your cries echoed in the hallway as you then barged inside the “office” room, slamming the door behind you with such violence it made everyone jump, locking it right after. Finally alone in your own despair, you slid your back down the door and sat against it, the back of your head slightly bumping onto the wooden door as you now let out your sobs openly.

“The actual fuck was that just now?!” Harry finally dared to speak, snapping out after what he just saw and heard. “Did you literally accused (Y/N) of cheating on you?!”

“Were you out of your mind to be rude to her like that?!” Tuwaine added, dumbfounded by all the argument.

Harrison was not moving, not a single inch. He was like petrified on the spot, now standing alone in his bedroom as his friends were still staying outside of it. But compared to a few minutes ago, his face now lost all colour, being as pale as if he saw a ghost.

He was completely shocked at himself.

“Mate” Tom addressed his friend, the tone of his voice calm even after being badmouthed by his own best friend, the one who just stood there like a lonely and wandering soul.

Not really expecting an answer from Harrison, Tom slowly walked inside the room, to then stand in front of his blond friend.

“That’s totally normal to get jealous, you know?” Tom began in his most understanding and serious voice, “But jeez, (Y/N) is like a sister to me! Never would I see her more than that!”

Tom’s words were making their way though Harrison’s brain, but the lack of reaction from him was getting really worrying.

“But mostly, I’d NEVER betray my best friend! Never, you hear me Harrison?” Tom insisted firmly. “And just now, you completely misunderstood everything and hurt (Y/N). And yourself.”

And at that moment, Harrison felt like the entire universe fell on top of his head. For good. He finally realised he badly fucked up.

* * * *

It’s been four days since the argument. The four longest and tougher days of Harrison’s life.

Since then, you’ve closed yourself into the office room, not wanting to be near or see your boyfriend after everything he said to you. You ate there, slept there and cried there. You just locked yourself in, as if wishing for everyone to forget you were even there. But that was impossible for Harrison.

When Tom somehow brought back his friend to himself, after being completely out of his mind like he never did, Harrison panicked and just wanted to rush back to you. Tom, Harry and (mostly) Tuwaine could hold him back, even when he started screaming your name for you to forgive him, pure agony in both his voice and written on his face.

After, Harrison was like an undead. His usual shining blue eyes were no more, but replaced by empty one, completely dull and lost into nothingness. His body was even too heavy for him to stand properly, as if everything he told you came back to him to just put the blame on him and only him, the guilt heavier like an entire building. He even lost his appetite and his sleep, not finding any purpose to any matter while being away from you after what he did. What he made you endure.

You didn’t want to see him anymore, and just kept ignoring him while he stood on the other side of the door for hours, pleading for you to open and talk about it together. Nothing. You never replied. If you ever needed something, you would simply ask to Tom, Harry or Tuwaine by text. But never Harrison. Never. And Tom would have to drag his friend away from the door as he would just start crying, desperately trying to open it or even bang his forehead on it on total despair.

That situation weighted on everybody else, too. The once joyful house became a pure living hell of agony, the air thick with tension all around. Being under lockdown for so long was already a pain in general, so nobody needed that kind of additional stress to make it worse.

It had to stop, but not any which way.

On the sixth day, Tom was cooking some lunch while Harry and Tuwaine were in the backyard, enjoying the beautiful weather that London was offering them. And Harrison was at the exact same spot he occupied since the incident, slumped onto the couch, head thrown on the back to fix the ceiling for hours.

“Hey, Harrison.”

The blond lightly glanced at Tom, his body not moving, as the brunette stood next to the couch with a tray in his hands.

“Do you want to bring this to (Y/N)?” asked Tom to his friend.

Harrison’s head slowly turned towards him at the sound of your name.

“She doesn’t want to see me anymore” whispered Harrison almost inaudibly, his eyes red and puffy after so many sleepless nights spent with cries.

“If you just force yourself into her like you did the past days, like a mad man, for sure she’ll just keep ignoring you...” sighed Tom, trying not to sound so done with his friend during that tough path he was going through. “Man up, be yourself and go.”

Still hesitant, Harrison looked between Tom and the tray in his hands a few times, before slowly sitting down properly on the couch. Tom nodded at him to encourage him a bit and after what seemed like the biggest effort of his life, Harrison finally stood on his own two feet, now facing Tom.

“Come on and make up properly, idiot” ironically chuckled Tom, hoping to lighten the mood a little.

He held once again the tray out for Harrison to take, insisting. Gulping, the blond boy lifted his arms to soon grab the tray, hands still slightly trembling. Tom waited for his friend to calm down, knowing perfectly his mind was just a complete mess at the moment as so many scenarios of what was about to happen kept playing on and on, each of them at the same time.

Once he emptied his mind from the negativity invading him, Harrison took a deep breath in before holding the tray properly by himself. Tom gently patted his shoulder, another supporting move of his and moved aside to let his friend walk past him.

His steps were as light as a feather, not wanting to make too much noise on his way to the office room. Harrison’s heart was beating like crazy, each beat almost wanting to break through his ribs, the pain almost unbearable.

But there was no coming back. Not anymore. Harrison was so scared to mess everything up again, like he did when he started an argument that was not even supposed to exist. But he brought it up, like the dumbass he was sometimes. And now, he had to made up for all the abominations he said to you. So yes, Harrison was scared and even worse... he was scared to loose you.

Without realising it, the blond boy was now standing in front of the wooden door. That door that could be the epitome of your heart right now, completely closed and unknown to him, acting like a barrier to protect you from more sadness you may not be able to handle anymore. But Harrison had to make the first step to you because he was the one who caused all this.

He had to fix his mistakes, once for all and good.

“... (Y/N)?” the boy called in what sounded more like a whisper.

He clicked his tongue, sure you didn’t even hear him. After glancing at the living room and noticing Tom had left to join the boys outside, Harrison cleared his voice and tried again.

“(Y/N)... It’s... it’s me.”

Meanwhile, on the other side of the door, you were curled up onto the couch that became your bed for almost a week. Your lack of sleep was beyond your own understanding, as not even a single one of your college projects managed to keep you awake at night. Your body has been aching and heavy, the simple fact of rolling over being painful to you. And the painkillers did nothing to your constant headaches that kept coming and going whenever they wanted. You were sad, hurt and now tired.

But out of nowhere, you caught a faint voice coming from the door. At first you were not really sure as your mind was rambling all over the place, but then you heard it again, and a bit clearer. That familiar voice you knew too well, that particular one you were trying to avoid at all cost since the argument.

Harrison.

Hearing it now awakened all your senses again, against your own will but you preferred to stay quiet, bringing your knees closer to your chest and hoping he would just go away.

“Please, (Y/N)... I-I’ve brought your lunch...”

You gulped, hiding your face into your knees. His once energetic voice was no more, sounding now more morose and... hurt. And somehow, it still saddened you a bit. The silence invaded the place again. Now you felt torn between two rather difficult choices: still ignoring him because the hurtful words he screamed at you that day were the cause of your sleepless nights, or... maybe confront him and see how it goes. Maybe.

“Fuck, what did I expect really... Of course you’re still angry at me, and you have all the rights to be” Harrison murmured along with a sigh.

Lowering his head, Harrison’s eyes fell on the lunch tray Tom kindly prepared to you and mindlessly inspected it. The smell was mouthwatering and the steak sure looked delicious, but Harrison couldn’t help but note you always liked your meat less cooked and with a lot of oregano. And regarding the sides, the boy was pretty sure you would leave the cucumber slices of the salad, as you liked more carrots instead.

All these little things, even the most insignificant ones, were part of your being. And Harrison learnt to know all of them by heart, and to cherish them. And so did you, ever since you started dating. The specific tea he loved to drink depending on how he was feeling, the vegetables he couldn’t look at - even after you desperately tried to cook them in many different ways -, what to do when he was feeling tired and grumpy, the movie he could binge-watch all the time, and so on...

Harrison loved you as much as you loved him.

And he had to fucked this up like a bastard to finally realise he just imagined the stupidest things ever, and hurt you in the end.

“... I’m the fuckin’ worst.”

As any chance of this door opening vanished into thin air, Harrison loudly sighed, badly depressed but still trying his best to contain his tears a bit more, and put the lunch tray down at the door to then walked away.

But after only taking two steps, two click sounds suddenly reached his ears which made him stop on his track, turning quite fast towards the door to see it... slightly opening. And that was when Harrison caught sight of you and his body froze, eyes wide open.

Through the half-open door, you were there, your entire frame partially visible but still. He was finally able to see you and notice how fragile you looked. Facial features slimmed down, dark circles and red eyes. You were a mess, just like Harrison was during the past few days. After what seems like hours of total silence, both your eyes finally met, hesitant at first but then, you slowly opened the bedroom door a bit more. The heart of Harrison started beating all over again, his lungs working fully as if he learnt once more how to breath.

“... Harrison.”

Oh, your voice. Hearing it after so long brought shivers down his spine.

“(Y-Y/N)... I-”

But words got suddenly mixed up in his mind as Harrison wanted to tell you so many things at the same time. How much he was sorry, how much of an idiot he was, how much he regretted, how much... he missed you. So much. But then, he remembered Tom’s advices.

“If you just force yourself into her... like a mad man... she’ll just keep ignoring you...”

Harrison had to think calmly, but most importantly wisely. So he decided to stay quiet waiting for you to speak first, if you ever did.

You’ve never seen Harrison this tense like he actually was. Never this... all over the place. Hair sticking in every directions, his stubble more visible than ever and baggy clothes. Well, you were pretty much the same anyway. But what saddened you more was the look in his eyes. His ocean eyes you loved getting lost into turned into two empty orbs, dull, deprived of any joy but tears, now.

“... We need to talk” you muttered in a low tone, your hand grabbing the door harder to get you some extra support, you hoped.

As you slowly lowered your body to take the tray off the floor, Harrison got quicker and grabbed it before you. This brought you two face to face, crouching with only the space of the tray between you, eyes locking for some seconds. No word spoken but only looks, and that was a lot.

You averted your eyes at the same time before getting up again, a bit awkwardly. Harrison followed you inside the office room while you closed the door right after him. Not paying too much attention at the mess around, he went to place the tray on the coffee table in front of the couch and stood there, not knowing what to do or if he could talk. Silently, you advanced to then sit on the said couch, pushing away the blankets and pillows you used to sleep on the side. You patted a few time the space next to you while looking at Harrison or, at least, trying to draw his attention as the boy was looking anywhere but at you, fidgeting with his fingers like a child who just did something stupid.

Well, maybe that was the case, actually.

Finally, Harrison heard the muffled sound of your hand against the couch and, after looking at you like he wanted your approval, slowly but surely walked and sat next to you. He brushed his thighs a few times, feeling his muscles stiff but still trembling. His heartbeat kept pounding on inside his chest, one foot slightly tapping in rhythm on the carpet. He had to bite the inside of his cheek to remain calm. But Harrison knew he had to speak first. After all, everything was his own fault.

“(Y/N), listen I’m-”

“I’m sorry...”

Harrison stopped and looked at you, mouth still open as he was not sure if he heard right. Now frowning, he noticed your head dropped as you were desperately fixing your knees, the grips of your hands on your sweatpants making your knuckles slightly turn white.

“I’m sorry, Harrison” you repeated once again, your voice trembling and just above a whisper. “I-I shouldn’t have insulting you l-like I did. You deserved it b-but I said such horrible things to you, instead of talking about it with you... I-I’m an idiot, I should have-”

“W-Wait (Y/N), what are you saying? I’m the one who has to apologise to you, not the other way around!” retorted Harrison, quite shocked and confused by your words.

“But I just got things worse, Harrison! A-And in the end, we were just screaming at each other a-and I-I-”

Your body started shaking again, your throat tightening as more words wanted to go out, soon followed by sobs. Your breathing became halting and tears were forming at the outside corners of your eyes, you couldn’t stop any of this as guilt kept growing inside of you during these days.

Harrison couldn’t handle seeing you like this anymore, nor hearing accusing yourself for what happened to you both. That was impossible, and it had to make it stop. He had to make you understand that any of this was not your fault. He had to comfort you as much as you needed to be.

So the boy slid from the couch, both knees on the carpet as he was now facing you. He pressed his torso against your knees, trying to be as close as possible to you, and put his hands on your thighs. The touch brought you out of your inner upheaval and your teary eyes met again.

“Listen, (Y/N)” began Harrison, gulping, “I’m the one who started all this mess whereas nothing of this would have happened, okay? I-I’m the stupid one here, the selfish one, the... jealous one who imagined horrible things because I got... I got insecure and lonely. I shut myself away enough to awaken the worst side in me. And like a complete asshole I accused you of... of cheating on me. You, the person I love the most and that loves me so much in return. The person I trust with all my heart. I just- I fucked up so bad a-and-”

Harrison didn’t notice the tears already rolling down his cheeks until now.

“I-I’m just the worst boyfriend- no, the worst human being ever-”

But then, your trembling but soft hands gently raised to wipe his wet cheeks with your thumbs making him stop spouting any more gibberish about himself. And it was like your touch instantly appeased him, like the best medicine that could exist and just closed his eyes, his breathing slowly calming down.

By instinct, his bigger hands raised to gently rest on top of yours and just leaned his face on your palms, appreciating the skin contact he missed since then. God did he miss your touch.

You both sniffled, forehead resting against each other as you leaned more towards the blond boy. The tears kept going for some time actually, neither of you really knowing for how long. But that was needed.

After some time spent in a rather calm silence, you parted from each other and you gently brushed your boyfriend’s wet cheeks with your thumbs again, a comforting smile now on your face.

“I think... we both messed up” you gently whispered.

A light smile appeared on Harrison’s face, the left corner slightly raising more like it always did when he was getting shy or embarrassed... or comforted.

“We did” replied the blond, a soft chuckle barely audible, “... well, mostly me.”

“Never hesitate to talk to me, alright Harrison?” you stated quite seriously but still with that kind tone of yours your boyfriend loved so much. “Even for stupid matters, I don’t care, just let’s talk about it. Promise?”

“I promise, love.”

You shared another smile, rosy cheeks and eyes still shining with the last few tears. But now, the atmosphere felt way lighter as any ounce of negativity washed away around you both. You kept the eye contact and your hands connected, a way to slowly treat that deep link between you both.

Then you gently brought Harrison’s face closer to you and left a light kiss on his forehead, the kiss lasting for a few seconds but Harrison made the most of it, his eyes closing again which let the last tears roll on his cheeks.

“I’m so sorry, love” Harrison whispered like he was in trance.

“I know, dear. I know. But we will go through it. Together.”

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timelordthirteen · 4 years ago

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In All Things 27/?

Mr. Gold/BelleFrench, Explicit (eventually)

Summary: A Rumbelle arranged marriage AU.

Chapter Summary: Gold has a surprise for Belle.

Notes: Stupid Gold family fluff, basically. The next chapter is almost done!

[AO3]

More than a week passed, filled with heavy snows, bitterly cold winds, and too many hours indoors.

After eight days cooped up indoors, Belle was aching to breath fresh air. Fortunately, they had two days in a row of sunshine, so far, which allowed the main path through the garden to be cleared. Though it was still cold, the bright sun and the lack of wind made it more than tolerable. Bundled up in their cloaks, hoods, and gloves, she and Baeden had taken a turn through it after breakfast. Though she knew there would be at least two more months of winter, it was a welcome respite all the same to be within nature, and it reminded her that there would be much to see come the spring. She had arrived at Thornhill in the last weeks of autumn, when the majority of the garden and grounds had gone dormant, and the prospect of seeing her new home in full bloom was something she clung to when the wind howled outside her window.

Baeden kicked at a piece of loose ice with his shoe. It rolled like a misshapen rock and came to rest a few feet ahead of them, on Belle’s side of the path. She smiled to herself and when she came to it, kicked further down the way, making Bae laugh. They continued like that, back and forth, until it ricocheted off of a stone planter and shattered into many small pieces.

“Well, that was disappointing,” she said with a frown.

Beside her, Bae nodded, and then changed the subject. “Belle, if I had a horse would you want to go riding with me?”

She looked at him with a bemused smile. “Of course I would! Are you planning on getting a horse?”

“I’ll have to ask Papa,” he replied. Then he huffed a little and pulled his gloved hands from the pockets of his coat. “I’m eleven,” he continued, “I’m old enough to have a horse, and to learn to ride it properly. Don’t you think so?”

Belle bit her lip. His hands waved about as he spoke, emphasizing his words, and it was so like his father that it pulled at her heart. “I do. If you like, I can be with you when you speak to your Papa.”

Bae smiled as they rounded the path around the fountain and headed back towards the house. “Good! He’s more likely to say yes if you’re there.”

She was in agreement, partly because she loved riding so much, and was already entertaining the delightful idea of having someone to do that with her, but also because she’d had a horse since she was nine. Eleven was long passed time to have one in her mind. It occurred to her that there was no reason why she couldn’t have Philippe brought to Thornhill, though it would probably have to wait until the spring. Perhaps she could talk to Cameron about it while they were on the long carriage ride to the palace.

The palace and the New Year’s ball was something she had been trying very hard not to think about too much. Her nerves had already gotten the better of her on the subject once, and she was resolved not to let it happen again, and to keep her wits about her whilst they were there. At least she could look forward to seeing Lady Ella again, and perhaps Ariel and Eric would attend. It would be good to see familiar faces and old friends.

What might they think of her now, she wondered, married, titled, and seeped in royal politics. Well, that last part was a secret as far as she knew, and the less anyone was aware of it, the better. Still, she wondered how they all would regard her, both her friends and the royal court. Her broken engagement to Sir Gaston was widely known, as was, she presumed, her marriage to Cameron. It had been without the usual engagement period, and was a minimally attended affair, which she knew lent itself to all sorts of implications and rumors. Sadly, some of them were true.

Would they see the ruined woman they thought she was, or the one who was fighting for her place in the world, and to hold onto what was dear?

“Belle?”

Bae’s voice interrupted her thoughts, and she realized they had walked the rest of the way back to the house in companionable silence.

“I think it’s time for tea,” he added.

She smiled at him. “Yes, Bae, I think it is.” Then she leaned down and whispered, “And I think Ms. Potts has made the chocolate tarts again.”

His eyes lit up, and they both broke into wide grins. She took hold of his hand, and they took off at a light jog the rest of the way to the patio doors, laughing the whole way.

Gold felt he had never been busier than this last week.

The weather had not only caused innumerable problems with the movement of goods around the northern part of the kingdom, but a number of issues had also cropped up around the estate. The roof of one of the old out buildings had partially collapsed under the weight of all the snow, and ice had formed in between several stones on the façade of the house itself, cracking them and making them break away from the structure. One such stone resulted in a window breaking at the east end of the first floor, which was mostly servants quarters, but a missing window had led to all sorts of minor issues with cold and damp.

In the midst of it all, he’d been struck by an idea. They had been relocating some of the items from the damaged building to an unused portion of the stables, when he realized that neither he nor Belle had broached the subject of bringing her horse to Thornhill. It seemed ridiculous that they hadn’t already done so, and once he’d thought of it, he determined that it should happen before they departed for the palace. The recent change in the weather seemed to provide the perfect opportunity.

He’d written to Desmond and Maurice on Monday, and, despite the snow, received a response within two days. They were in agreement as well, and promised to send someone with Philippe as soon as the snow abated. The trip would be two fold, in that Gold had also promised to send back a number of supplies including bags of grain and flour and other staples to hopefully alleviate the struggles in Avonlea. He knew things were likely far more dire than was stated in their letters, and while that issue was something for Belle to handle directly with Desmond, he was of a mind to assist them before it reached a state of desperation. He had known what it was like to not be able to provide in the middle of a harsh winter, and he flatly refused to allow it to happen to others when he was able to do something about it.

An express letter had been sent this morning from Avonlea stating that Philippe was on his way, and Gold could hardly focus on the contracts he needed to review. He wanted it to be a surprise, something to distract Belle from their upcoming trip and its potential impact, and that would give her something to look forward to upon their return. Now that it was imminent, it seemed to be all he could think about.

Sighing, he stood up and stretched and walked over to the window at the far end of his study to look out onto the snowy landscape of the garden. Two figures came running up towards the house, their coats and cloaks fanning out behind them. He leaned forward and then broke into a wide smile when he saw it was Bae and Belle. They seemed to be laughing as they ran, and the sight filled him with a joyful warmth.

Belle was not the type of woman who let her status or title dictate how she behaved. She didn’t stand on ceremony for the sake of it, or hold herself to a different standard than she expected of others. It was perhaps the thing he most appreciated about her.

A glance at the clock showed it was time for tea, and he decided work could wait while he spent some time with his wife and son.

Belle knew her husband was up to something.

Gold had been speaking with Jefferson when she and Bae came in from their walk, barreling through the doors of the patio, rosy cheeked and shaking with laughter. Jefferson lowered his voice to finish what he was saying, and then quickly left the room. Gold , meanwhile, seemed entirely too interested in what they were having with tea, which was unusual as he typically didn’t care for sweets until after dinner.

She let the matter go, but then Jefferson came back a few minutes later, and the look he exchanged with Gold could only be described as conspiratorial. She eyed them both, but they ignored it and struck up a benign conversation and the supplies that were being sent to Avonlea. Bae noticed nothing but the tray of cakes and biscuits.

Once they’d all had their fill of hot tea and sweets, they moved to sit in the adjacent sitting room. After a few minutes, Jefferson went to see about something or other, and Belle was about to interrogate her husband as to what was really going on, when Jefferson returned.

“I believe it’s time,” he said, ducking his head through the doorway, briefly, before retreating again.

Gold stood, smiling, and came over to where Belle was seated on the sofa with Bae. “Would you come outside with me for a moment?”

Belle frowned. “What is going on?”

Gold’s smile grew as he held out his hand for her to take. “I have a surprise for you.”

She looked over at Bae, who seemed to be as confused as she was, and then back to Gold. After eyeing him a moment, she put her hand in his and stood, letting him lead her out of the sitting room and into the main hallway. Astrid was waiting with a grin and another of her heavy winter cloaks.

“It seems everyone is in on this,” she muttered.

“I’m not!” chimed Bae. He appeared as excited about this surprise as he would if it was for him, and was already pulling on his coat and gloves, prepared to follow all of them out the front door.

Belle settled her cloak over her shoulders and fastened the clasps at the front just as Gold was coming to her side. He had put on his dark blue overcoat, trimmed with gold stitching, which she had to admit she found very appropriate and very fetching on him. He offered her his arm, and she gave him a narrow look as she accepted it. It must have amused him because he chuckled softly and patted her hand as he led her to the door.

The carriage was parked out front, along with one of the supply wagons, and she frowned. “Are we going somewhere?”

Gold shook his head. “No, but perhaps you might be.”

Jefferson was waiting next to the carriage, and as soon as everyone was outside, he gave the coachman a nod. The carriage went in one direction, the wagon in the opposite, and they parted to reveal a sizable chestnut colored horse standing between them. Belle blinked, and then a second later let out a delighted squeal as she bounded down the front steps.

“Philippe!” she exclaimed, hurrying to the horse’s side. Immediately, the beast seemed to recognize her presence, and nudged her with his nose as she took the reins from the man holding them. “Did you miss me?”

Philippe whinnied loudly and pushed at her free hand until she opened her palm. “I’m afraid I don’t have any treats for you. I didn’t know you were coming to visit me!”

“I’d hoped he was planning on staying,” Gold said, coming down the steps and over to where Belle stood with her horse. “We’ve made a spot for him in the stables.”

She looked over at her husband, her lips pressed together before she broke into a wide grin. Letting go of the reins, she threw her arms up and around his neck, pulling herself against him in a tight hug. He let out a light grunt, and after a brief moment, returned the gesture by putting his arms gently around her torso. She took longer than he anticipated to let go, and when she did she was beaming up at him, her eyes sparkling in the winter sun and so very blue. He’d never noticed what a striking color they were, and when she finally pulled away from him, he felt almost dazed by the realization.

“How did you know?” she asked.

Gold shook his head. “Know what?”

Her cheeks had started to hurt from smiling, but she couldn’t stop. It was as if Cameron had read her mind, when she’d only just decided to speak with him about bringing Philippe here. There was a fullness of affection in her chest that made her want to hug him again, but she was aware that they were not alone.

“I was going to ask you if I could bring Philippe here,” she explained. “But here he is.”

He laughed. “Well, great minds, as they say.”

She giggled and turned back to her horse, who had not stopped nudging and bumping against her arm for attention. “I wish it wasn’t so late in the afternoon, or we could go for a ride.”

Gold frowned. “There’s at least two hours of daylight left, and more before dinner.”

Belle looked over her shoulder at Gold. “You don’t mind.”

He shook his head and stepped closer. “I will never mind you doing what makes you happy.”

“Thank you.”

She took his hand, giving it a grateful squeeze, before handing the reins off and hurrying back into the house with Bae and Astrid trailing after her. Gold smiled at her back and then turned to Philippe, giving him a gentle rub on his neck.

“Well, I think you’ve made your mistress quite happy indeed.”

“And so have you,” Jefferson said quietly. He smirked at Gold as the horse was led away by one of the stable hands to be saddled.

Gold gave him a look, and then turned to head back inside. “I’m not sure I know what you mean by that statement.”

Jefferson fell into step beside him. “Just that the mistress of the house seems very pleased with your surprise.”

“Again, I’m not certain I know your meaning.”

Gold gave him another sideways look as they stepped into the house, and Jefferson laughed. “I mean exactly what I said, and if you think I’m implying something else, then you should perhaps ask yourself why that is.”

Gold stopped and spun on his heel to face Jefferson, his voice low as he spoke. “There is nothing to imply, and you know it.”

“Do I”?” he replied, eyebrows raised and a coy smile curving his mouth. “One might say you two have become quite...close.”

Gold sighed and rolled his eyes. “You know it’s not -”

At that moment, Belle came down the stairs, having changed into her riding dress. Her hair was pulled into a thick braid that lay over one shoulder, with a few loose locks falling free over her forehead and curling at the ends. She was still smiling, and came over to where Gold and Jefferson were talking as Astrid straightened her cloak once more.

“It’s not what?” she asked.

“Oh, nothing,” Gold said. “Jefferson is just giving me grief.”

She nodded. “Well, he is very good at his job.”

“Indeed,” Gold grumbled, as Jefferson and Belle shared a laugh. Then he felt Belle pull at his arm, and the next thing he knew, she was hugging his arm, her cheek pressed to his shoulder. He looked down at her, her face slightly squashed as she grinned up at him. “And what’s this for?”

She let go and shrugged, then turned so Astrid could help her put on her cloak. “I’ll be back before dinner,” she said to all three of them. Then she breezed out the front door and over to the path that led to the stables.

Astrid waved after her, and then headed back upstairs, leaving Gold and Jefferson alone again.

Jefferson bumped his shoulder against Gold’s as he turned. “It’s not what?” he asked, grinning cheekily.

Gold shot a glare at him, and then shrugged off his overcoat, handing it off to one of the maids before making his way back upstairs to his study. He closed the door behind him and walked straight across the room to the windows that look out onto the front of the house. Belle was already on Philippe, walking him up to the main gate, and Gold watched as she led the horse through and to the right, no doubt having been given directions by one of the stable hands as to where the riding path was that led around the edge of the estate. He smiled as he saw her give her horse a light flick with the reins, urging Philippe into a quick trot, and followed her form until she disappeared around the trees and out of sight.

He knew Jefferson was only teasing, but he was uncertain if others might have the wrong impression of his relationship with Belle. While they were married and it was hardly a scandal if people assumed all that came with that, he wasn’t sure if Belle would feel the same way. But then he supposed it might make their appearance at the palace all the more troublesome if there were no such assumptions.

Gold frowned as he considered that his plan might backfire spectacularly.

#rumbelle #rumbelle fic #arranged marriage au #belle x mr. gold #my rumbelle fic #fic #in all things

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elizabeethan · 4 years ago

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It’s About Bloody Time

A Neverland Fic

Canon Divergent after 3x7 in which Emma finally gives Neal a piece of her mind, and Hook reads her like an open book, thus ensuing smut.

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Emma cannot believe the amount of childish stupidity she’s just endured. Two grown men, both at least 200 years old, in a life or death situation nearly getting the three of them killed over a lighter. If she wasn’t so exhausted and hot from being on this godforsaken island, she would’ve yelled at them more. She figures she probably got her point across; they can’t be fighting like this when the only thing that’s important right now is getting Henry home safely. She’s been hoping Neal would at least understand that, as his father.

She can’t shake the feelings she’s experiencing whenever she’s around Neal, ever since they freed him from the Echo Caves. She told him that she loved him and probably always would, but she also told him her secret; that a part of her wished he had died so that she wouldn’t have to relive the pain he put her through. The pain of them being together. Now, she feels like she’s doing just that. The thought of losing their chance at getting off the island with Henry safely simply because he and Hook couldn’t stop themselves from comparing the size of their respective dicks brought those feelings of panic and insecurity rushing back to her. The feeling that he doesn’t really care for her or what she wants; that he only cares about winning her back, as if she’s a conquest to be gained.

Of course, she can’t place all of the blame on Neal. Hook had been behaving just as stupidly in the Dark Hollow, trying to prove himself by fighting over something as trivial as a lighter. But she isn’t really expecting much more from him. He may have taken one for the team by bringing them all here on his ship, allying himself against Pan, and helping them navigate the island, but at the end of the day, he’s just a pirate, and Emma knows that. That’s why she keeps finding herself surprised when he does anything more than the bare minimum, which seems to be quite frequently since they set sail after her son.

But the fact is, Neal is Henry’s father, and she was hoping that would be more of a motivator for him than the potential to win Emma back. She and Neal had a history, sure. Neal should have the background information necessary to know exactly what Emma would want and where her loyalties would lie. And as much as it pains her to admit, because she truly does love him, he doesn’t seem to be able to see past his own thoughts and feelings for her.

He says he wants what’s best for her, but he doesn’t even know what that is. She told him her feelings wouldn’t change, hell, she literally told him that she wished he had died, and he still said that he wouldn’t stop fighting for her. What makes him think she wants him to fight for her? What makes him think he had ever started fighting in the first place?

So, when Neal says he wants to stop for water and to relieve himself on their way back to Tink’s, Emma doesn’t object to a short break. She feels as though she had worked off her frustrations with the arduous walk through the trees, leading the way and setting a fairly fast pace. She sits on a rock as Neal steps away from the group of three, leaving just Emma and Hook alone with the noisy, humid jungle.

“I apologize, Emma,” he starts softly. “I realize that my foolish actions could have placed your son at risk, and for that I am truly sorry.”

Emma isn’t surprised to hear Hook’s voice through the sounds of the birds and insects surrounding them. “You put yourself at risk, too. That was stupid, Hook. How the hell are we supposed to get off this island without you to sail the ship back to Storybrooke?”

He smirks slightly, breathing out a soft sigh and taking out his leather covered flask. “I’m sure you would have found a way. Bae was rather skilled at captaining, back in the day.”

Emma rolls her eyes, grabbing the flask when he offers it to her as he sits down on the same rock. “Well, that plan would have been foiled too if the both of you had your shadows ripped from your bodies. Then the only option would be to have the Dark One sail us home.” He narrows his eyes at her and takes the flask back. She can tell that he knows she’s joking but hopes that he can see her point.

“The Dark One is lucky to have a place on my ship at all. There is not a chance in all the realms that he steps foot behind the wheel.”

She scoffs lightly. “Remember that next time you want to try and impress me by doing something dumb.”

“Your wish is my command, love.” She expects to see a smirk on his face, but instead is met with his eyes making contact with hers, looking serious under his dark brows.

She stands up again, unable to sit still. She’s still keyed up from earlier in the Dark Hollow, and she feels herself getting jittery and restless after not moving for a few moments.

Hook can apparently read her quite well, because he stands as well and offers her another swig from the flask. “You’ve got to calm down a bit, Swan. Perhaps I should go and fill your canteen as well?”

“No,” she answers immediately, surprising herself. “I mean, I’m okay. I have enough water, just… stay here.” She’s not sure what the hell has gotten into her, but suddenly the thought of being left alone in the jungle makes her skin crawl.

He smirks again, raising a brow before saying, “as you wish, Swan.” She half expected him to respond with some sort of brazen flirty comment, but instead he’s silent for a few moments.

“Did you mean it?” she asks after a while, without giving any indication to what she’s referring.

“Mean what, love?”

“When you said you’d win my heart without any trickery?”

He quirks his brows again and responds, “yes, does that surprise you?”

“I mean, a little bit. I don’t know. I guess you haven’t really given me much of a reason to doubt you, at least since we’ve been here.”

He hums thoughtfully, dragging his thumb and forefinger against his bottom lip in a pinch. “Now, I wonder, is it a surprise to you because of who you perceive me to be, or because of the relationships you’ve kept in the past?”

It’s her turn to shoot one brow up into her hairline, cocking her head to the side at his statement. “That’s awfully bold of you.”

He takes a step closer to her before taking the flask back and drawing a sip from it, his eyes never leaving hers and his tongue licking his lips when he finishes. “Just my observations, Swan. Don’t think I didn’t hear your admission in the Echo Caves.”

He truly can read her like a book. Not only did he hear what she said to Neal, he’s also realizing that it’s impacting her willingness to let him into her life now. It’s pissing her off, for sure, but it’s also affecting her in a way with which she’s not familiar.

“So, I’ve been in shitty relationships, so what?”

“So,” he says, cocking his head in the same direction as she did hers, moving a piece of hair away from her face with his hook gently grazing her forehead, leaving a trail of flames in its wake. “It’s holding you back. Your relationship with Bae ended badly, even before this time when you thought him dead. I don’t need to know exactly what happened to see that as true. You don’t want to let your walls down for someone else because of whatever it was that happened between the two of you all those years ago. I’d even go as far as to wager that it has something to do with Henry.”

“You’re quite perceptive, Captain,” she says, reaching her hand up to boldly tap on his temple, unable to stop herself from attempting to use humor as a distraction. “What are you gonna do about it?”

“Well, to start,” he begins, answering her more seriously than she expects, “I suppose I’ll simply continue to work to make myself worthy of you until you finally trust that I’m not going to hurt you. I’ll respect you and support you and I won’t hold you back from achieving everything that I know you're capable of.” She draws her brows together thoughtfully. His face is so serious, and it’s throwing her off to see that he isn’t joking.

“That’s just to start?” she asks, her voice breathy and her chest heaving faster as he gets closer to her with each step forward.

“Aye, love. The rest will come with time, as I continue to get to know you, and you me; as I learn what you need and deserve in a partnership.”

Her eyelids feel heavy as she feels his warm breath brush over her face. “A partnership?” she nearly whispers.

“Yes, that’s what I foresee us having together. You and I as equal partners.”

She couldn’t stop herself if she tried. She grabs at his collar again and pulls his lips to hers in a scorching kiss. She immediately feels his mouth opening up to hers, his tongue dragging along the inner side of her top lip before he sucks on it gently. She groans into his mouth and attempts to pull him closer, reaching her hands into his hair and tugging to illicit a groan from him as well.

His hand moves to her jaw as he breathes her in and kisses her deeper still. She wants to feel closer to him, needs to get closer, and she starts to raise one knee up along the inside of his thigh until he breathes out a groan into her mouth again. She feels him pushing her gently backwards until her back is pressed against a tree, and she’s able to lift her same knee around the outside of his thigh until he takes the hint and lifts her, hook reaching behind her left knee and hand slapping playfully against her ass once her body is braced between himself and the trunk.

She moans breathily into him again, tugging on his hair when she feels his hardness pressing between her thighs, right where she wants him. She thinks she could let this go on forever, doesn’t even feel guilty about it as she thought she would, and he breathes out her name to her before biting her bottom lip.

“Fuck,” she exhales as his mouth travels from her lips to her jaw to the sensitive spot right below her ear, biting and sucking on the skin gently and licking over it to soothe the sharp, delicious pain his teeth and lips have caused. With his hook still braced under her knee and his body effectively pressing her to the tree, he reaches his hand around her front and under her thin shirt, hovering it lightly over her breast before she presses herself into his palm.

“Tell me what you want, Emma, and I swear I’ll give it to you.” His voice is absolutely sinister, deep and rumbling in his chest as he speaks against her collarbone.

“Oh god,” she says, and he responds with a chuckle.

“No, you can call me Killian, darling.” She breathes out a chuckle before another moan is drawn from her as he moves his hand lower, down her torso and landing just above the zipper of her jeans. “Here?” he asks as his fingers deftly trail lower, over her pants and landing exactly where she wants him.

She almost has a chance to respond-- she plans on giving him attitude, as she knows that he’s teasing her-- but she suddenly hears her name, and not in the way that she had hoped; not from him.

“Emma, what the hell?!” Neal was back, and Emma was hoisted against a tree with Killian practically fucking her with their clothes on.

Uh oh.

Hook drops her gently, careful to unhook himself from her leg safely before he takes a small step back. He refuses to turn around and barely looks her in the eyes. Emma’s eyes are bugging out of her head as she struggles to regain her breathe, and when she looks down, she notes exactly why Hook isn’t turning his body in Neal’s direction.

“I-” she starts, but it’s as if her brain has completely shut down and no words will come out.

“We’re in the middle of the damn jungle and I step away for five minutes, and here you are with him? What the fuck is wrong with you? The whole reason for us being here is to get our son back and you’re fucking making out with another guy? Are you deranged?”

She see’s something flick in Hooks eyes and he turns suddenly, either relieved of his (fairly sizable) erection or no longer caring whether or not Neal saw it. “Don’t speak to her that way,” he says, his voice rumbling in his chest for an entirely new reason. She can picture his dark eyes glaring into Neal and it sends a shiver down her spine.

“Don’t you get involved, Hook. This is a private conversation between me and Emma.”

“Obviously not, mate, since more than one person was involved in what you're currently loudly berating her for.”

“I don’t need your input on this, pirate! You certainly don’t need to speak for Emma, I’m sure she’s capable of defending herself.”

“I don’t need to be defended, Neal, what the hell?”

“Obviously you need some kind of intervention, Ems, or else you wouldn’t be making such a stupid mistake right now!” Emma backs away farther from him, pressing herself protectively against the same tree, astonished at the words that are coming from his mouth. “Seriously, you scream at me over endangering myself and letting my feelings get in the way of the mission, when you're doing the exact same thing with a dirty pirate!”

“I don’t have to explain myself to you because I’m not actively putting anyone’s life at risk by kissing someone who isn’t you!”

He scoffs, seemingly forgetting the Hook was even there with them during this conversation, and says, “What, so you think this is a good use of your time while we should be out searching for our son? Emma, how can you do something so selfish when your family needs you right now?” She doesn’t miss his meaning. She knows that he thinks that the three of them are a family, and that in him catching her with Killian, she has violated his trust.

She feels her guilt, the same guilt that he instilled in her all those years ago, rearing its ugly head in response to his words. A part of her, the part that she hasn’t seen in a decade, tells her that he’s right. In some way, she was being selfish by wasting time with Hook when she could be out searching for Henry. But on the other hand, Neal has no claim to her. He abandoned any semblance of ownership he may have perceived himself to have over her in Phoenix eleven years ago.

“I don’t need this. I’m a grown woman and I don’t need you to stand here and yell at me like I’m a child.”

“Emma, the chances of us actually succeeding and getting Henry off this fucking island are already slim. We really don’t need you getting distracted and messing everything up.”

She thinks back to Killian’s words only moments ago, when he told her she would succeed. He was so serious in that moment, when Emma was doubting herself and her ability to save Henry. It was as if he had not a single doubt that she could do it, and she believed him. Now, well, now she just felt like shit.

Without saying a word, she breathes out heavily and shoves past the both of them, making her way back towards the camp.

~~~~

Henry’s safe. Henry is safe. Henry is safe.

She continues to repeat it to herself like a mantra as she clings to the rail of the ship, her knuckles turning white and her nails digging crescents into the wood. She no longer needs to be on edge; doesn’t need to jump at any little sound or reach for a weapon when she sees someone approaching out of the corning of her eye.

More importantly, she doesn’t need to feel the constant weight of anxiety on her chest over the safety of her son. He’s just below her, sleeping in the captain’s quarters, and she can breathe easily now.

Knowing this to be true and actually believing it are two completely different things, she finds.

She does jump then, when she sees his figure advance towards her from her left. His blue shirt is wrinkled, and his hair is greasy, and his face is covered in dirt. She fights back the feelings of irritation and resentment that sit in the pit of her stomach, trying to maintain an air of civility towards the man she once thought she would love for the rest of her life. The man she hates herself for still loving, even if it’s just a little bit.

“Hey,” he says, resting against the same rail as her.

“Hey,” she responds, keeping her body facing towards the glistening sea hundreds of feet below them.

“You okay?” he asks, and she fights off the scoff that threatens to escape her lips.

“Yeah,” No. “You?”

“We got Henry back. I knew you could do it, Ems.” Though she isn’t facing him, she knows he can likely read her body language enough to tell that she’s angry when she goes stiff and her fingers dig deeper into the timber of the rail.

“Yeah.” She can barely contain herself, anger bubbling at the surface as she remembers everything that happened in Neverland. Every time he doubted her magic, doubted her.

“Look, Em, I just want you to know, when we get back to Storybrooke, I’m sticking around. I meant what I said earlier in the jungle, I’m not going anywhere. You and Henry need me, and I swear I’m not gonna abandon either of you.”

“Again,” she nearly whispers, kicking herself as the word escapes from her mouth. She so doesn’t feel like arguing right now, and yet…

“What’d you say?” he turns his body to face her.

She thinks about being placid. About saying Nothing and moving on. But her mind is still running a mile a minute and she feels like anything he said could have set her off. It’s as if she’s wound so tightly from the stress she’s feeling that she’s about to snap in two. So, while she may have made a different decision if she was thinking more rationally, she fights.

“You aren’t going to abandon us again. Is that what you mean?” she turns toward him now, her brows set as if to challenge him to disagree. Which, of course, he does.

“I said I was sorry, Emma. You can’t keep living in the past like this. If I had known about Henry then--”

“But you knew about me, Neal! You knew I was in jail for your crime, and you left me! Hell, you even tipped off the cops! You abandoned me in there, and you moved on! You told me you loved me and then you knocked me up and left me to deal with it at seventeen while I was in prison!”

He appears to be stunned to silence, not moving much but looking around quickly to see if anyone had heard her not-so-subtle outburst. “It’s like I said, I’m sorry that that happened, but it was so long ago. I can’t change what happened between us, all I can do is say that I’m sorry and hope that we can move past it. And besides, it seems like you handled things just fine-- you didn’t even keep Henry.”

She scoffs now, unable to even think of a response. How dare he? She knows she can’t move past this, no matter what feelings she may still be harboring for him. No matter what, she knows the primary emotion she has for him is anger.

Not for the first time, she huffs a breath and pushes past him, making her way down the narrow steps and onto the lower deck before descending below, not bothering to look back at him, hoping he isn’t dumb enough to follow her.

Once she gets below deck, she stands still for a few moments, focusing on evening out her breaths. She isn’t sure what she’s doing or where she’s going. She knows that her parents, Regina, and Gold were sleeping in the crew’s cabin, and she certainly doesn’t feel like seeing any of them now. She could go to the captain’s cabin and check in on Henry, but she doesn’t want him to see her this angry. She feels fire in her veins when she hears footsteps descending in her wake, and rolls her eyes as she spins too quickly, practically ready to pull Neal off the steps and physically fight him at this point, until she notices the dark leather coat making its descent.

“Hook,” she says, feeling somewhat surprised, but more so at the fact that she wasn’t very surprised at all to see him.

“Swan,” he returns, nodding his head in her direction, kinking an eyebrow up just enough. “Looking for a place to sleep? I’m sure your boy wouldn’t mind sharing the captain’s quarters.”

“No,” she replies too quickly. “I mean, I can’t sleep right now.”

“I see, too high strung to relax, are we?” The way he says it, with a clear implication that he would volunteer to help her relax, nearly drives her mad.

“Yeah. I don’t suppose you have any more rum on board?”

He hums lightly as a soft smile graces his face, moving around her and walking away. “This way, love.”

He leads her down the slim hallway towards a door that opens into a small room, the very same one in which he gave her Neal’s cutlass their last time on the ship. Once they arrive, he gestures towards the bench and pulls out a bottle of rum from a small storage cubby.

“Thanks,” she says as she takes the glass he offered and pours a hefty amount in. “So, if you’re down here, who’s steering the ship?”

“Actually, Baelfire volunteered. It would seem he’s retained many of the skills required to captain the finest ship in all the realms, even after all these years.” She fights against her strong desire to roll her eyes and shoots back another swig of rum.

“You two seem to have a pretty strange dynamic,” she states passively, deliberating the fact that they knew each other hundreds of years ago, when Neal was a kid and Hook was the same age he is now. She watches as he takes a seat on a bench across from her.

“Aye,” he answers, “perhaps as strange as yours.”

She nearly chokes on her rum, snorting slightly and feeling a burn in the back of her throat at his audacious response. “You heard that, then?”

“I heard enough.”

“Enough to come down here and offer me a drink,” she says with a laugh and roll to her eyes.

“Actually, Swan, I think you’ll find that I did not make such an offer. More like you assuming and taking advantage of my plentiful supply,” he says lightly, clearly joking.

“I can’t believe what a dick he is.” She really didn’t plan on talking it out with him, but he’s made it so easy. He leans over towards her with his flask raised, offering to pour another ounce of rum into her glass, seemingly unphased by her quick change of subject.

“It would appear that Baelfire and Neal are two separate people indeed.” She shrugs lightly, taking another draw from her glass as he does the same. “I’m sorry, Emma. For what he did.”

She’s somewhat shocked to hear her name from his lips but moves past it quickly. “Ah, so you did hear everything.”

“I was standing at the helm, not very far from the two of you, so I’ll admit that it was difficult not to. I apologize for eavesdropping.” He’s being sincere.

“He said he knew I could do it, but he was lying. When we were in Neverland, he said I couldn’t. He said the chances that we would get Henry off the island were slim. He’s always doubted me. Do you know why I went to jail?”

He seems surprised at her question, raising an eyebrow while he raises his glass to his lips. She’s staring, and she doesn’t try to stop herself.

“Neal stole a bunch of watches from a jewelry store and stashed them at a train station locker. I went to the station to get them since he had a wanted poster floating around, and once I had them, he gave one to me. And when I went to the meeting site, after he was supposed to fence the watches a pick me up, the cops were waiting for me. He set me up. He called the cops on me and told them where I’d be.”

“Love,” she doesn’t look at his face, taking the rest of her rum in her mouth before she continues.

“He could’ve just left. He didn’t have to call the cops. He didn’t have to have me sent to jail for something he did. And then I had Henry while I was still in jail and he has the nerve to shove the fact that I gave him up in my face up there!” Hook moves in his seat, standing suddenly and walking the few feet across the room to sit down next to her. He brought the flask with him, but she and he both know that she doesn’t need any more.

“Emma, I had no idea.”

“Why would you?”

“Obviously I knew that Henry calls both you and Regina his mother, but I didn’t realize that was the reason for it. I’m sorry, love.”

“You don’t have to say that you’re sorry.”

“I may not have any idea what it’s like to be a parent, but I have witnessed the impacts of leaving a child behind, for whatever reason. When Milah left with me, she abandoned Bae. Although she wasn’t exactly emotionally fit to parent him at the time, I saw what it did to her. And she didn’t leave him for such selfless reasons as you did when you let Henry go.” His tone is soft and comforting, completely lacking judgement towards her.

“You think what I did was selfless?” she asks, scoffing.

“Aye, you were merely giving him his best chance at a prosperous life, I’d assume. And despite that, I can see that it’s had an influence on you. I’m sorry for that.”

Like an open book.

She racks her brain to remember whether she’s said this around him, perhaps to her parents, or maybe even to Regina. But she can’t come up with an instance where he would know that that was why she gave him up.

“You really loved her, didn’t you?”

“Aye, with every bit of my heart.”

She nods lightly, casting her eyes down to the floor. “Then I’m sorry you lost her.”

“Thank you, Swan, but it was long ago. And I meant what I said in the Echo Caves.” She figured they would have this conversation eventually; she just wasn’t sure if she was ready to have it off of the back end of a fight with her ex.

Rather than say anything, she looks back up at him to meet his blue eyes with hers, noting the depth of their color and how closely they mirrored the sea of which he was so fond. The emotion that he conveyed with just a single look to her was overwhelming, and she suddenly feels her breath catching in her lungs and her chest compressing on her tattered heart.

She places her cup down on the bench that they were sharing and clears her throat, speaking cautiously, worried that if she raises her voice much high than a whisper, she would ruin the relaxed mood that he brought into the room with him. “You know when you said that I would have to choose, and I said I pick Henry?”

She sees his Adams apple bob up and down with a gulp and hears his breathing hitch before he says, “Aye.”

“Well,” she takes a beat, “I’m not saying that I’m choosing you. I’m still putting Henry first. But you should know… Neal isn’t really in the running anymore.”

“Emma,” he says, shifting his body so that his right hand can reach across himself and brush a bit of hair away from her face, “I would never ask you to put me above Henry. I would never expect that from you.”

She feels herself relaxing into his touch, and while she feels calmer now than she has in days, there’s a part of her that has ignited and set her entire body ablaze, burning with a fever of desire and longing. “How do you always say the perfect thing?” she asks, without meaning to speak at all.

He chuckles softly, his fingers still delicately dancing through her hair and along her scalp as he says, “hundreds of years of practice.”

“I’m sure you have a lot of practice with other things as well,” she ventures, smirking up at him and fighting the urge to plunge her fingers into his chest hair.

“I suppose you're right, love. I am a man of many talents, with plenty of time to hone my skills.”

She laughs lightly, softly, then says, “I can vouge for at least two of your orally-related talents.”

It’s his turn to smirk, his left brow shooting up and his right shadowing his cerulean eye. “Name a time and place, love, and I’ll show you a few more.” She draws in a breath and bites her lower lip involuntarily, then catches his eyes glimpsing down to her mouth.

Without thinking, she does what she’s done each time they meet like this, grasping onto the lapels of his greatcoat and drawing his lips to her. Only this kiss is soft and soothing, with fire burning just below the surface. His lips are gentle on hers as his hand moves through her hair again, and she feels his hook pressing into the outside of her right thigh as if to ground himself. The way he kisses her is overwhelming in that it doesn’t overwhelm her; she can feel the emotion behind his mouth as he draws his tongue along her bottom lip, and she doesn’t mind.

He breaks away from her gently, his fingers caressing her jaw and cheek and chin as his nose brushes against hers. She’s completely breathless, and she doesn’t even realize that her hands are knotted through his hair at the back of his head.

“So much for a one-time thing, aye love?” She breathes out something between a sigh and a laugh but doesn’t pull away from his touch. He doesn’t try to remove his hand from her, either.

“I guess I lied,” she says, gently running her hands through his messy hair.

“I know you said you aren’t making a decision now, love. I want you to know that’s alright. I’ll follow your lead.”

She nods softly, his nose still touching hers lightly as she breathes in the rum on his breath, before moving towards him and kissing him again.

This kiss, unlike the last, was heated and passionate. Her fingers tug at his hair some more, one hand moving from the back of his head up to the top while the other made its way down his neck and to his chest. She feels his hand moving back into her hair as well, pulling softly, just enough to elicit a groan from her. His tongue slips past her lips and strokes gently along her upper lip before she feels the sharp sting of his teeth biting down, another groan sneaking out of her throat. She responds in kind by sucking his lower lip lightly into her mouth.

“What do you want, Swan?” he asks again, and he sounds just as wrecked as she feels, his voice gruff and his cheeks flushed when she pulls away briefly.

She could say anything, could pushed him away and run as she so often does, but something feels different. Something feels right.

“You,” she says simply, pecking his lips with hers once more. “I don’t know exactly what I want to happen with us, when we get back home, but I know I want you right now.”

He obliges almost immediately, diving forward and taking her in his arms in an embrace that feels almost more emotional than she’s ready for. While she first expects it to scare her, she instead finds herself sinking into his arms and letting him hold her as he kisses her fiercely and then she falls, her back landing against the hard, wooden bench and his weight settling on top of her as she hears the crash of the glass and flask hitting the ground.

Her legs spread enough to allow the weight of him to settle between them, and she can already feel him prodding her inner thigh. His arm strokes up her side until his hand lands on her left breast, and she can feel the cold metal of his hook settling on her side just under her shirt. Her hand plunges into his hair again, tugging to draw a moan from him, while her other grips onto the triceps of his left arm and appreciates the rippling of his muscles. He wasn’t exactly the most jacked man she’s ever seen, but seeing the light definition of his muscles under his shirt at night in the jungle was enough for her to feel her cheeks flush.

He’s being gentle, and she’s so keyed up from everything that has happened that she almost becomes frustrated. Rather than voice her thoughts, she pushes him away lightly and grips the bottom of her shirt, tugging it off of her and exposing her sports bra to him. It may not be the sexiest garment, but he seems appreciative enough, a smirk gracing his face as he looks down at her before attempting to push it aside and feel her breast with his hand. He’s stopped thought, the tight fabric giving him very little room for movement. She can see the cogs turning in his head as he reaches behind her, checking for laces or straps or a clasp, she isn’t sure.

“How the bloody hell does this thing work,” he huffs, pulling lightly and giving her an irritated look.

She laughs jovially before sitting up slightly and reaching her arms over herself to haul the tight raiment over her head. She always did hate taking them off, and she can feel herself squishing her face in the unforgiving fabric. It makes her laugh harder, and she hasn’t felt this light during such activities for as long as she can remember.

The levity of the situation fades quickly once she’s bare to him, and she can see the change in his eyes as the fire ignites again before he moves his head down to take a nipple between his lips. She feels his tongue swirling against her right breast while his hand reaches the other again, pinching her nipple between his fingers.

She gasps, her fingers still laced through his hair, tugging lightly on him. She feels his hook drawing down her body and tracing along the edge of her jeans as she moans again. “Hook,” she breathes out, pulling his hair. He removes his mouth from her and looks up to her face, his cheeks and ears reddened. “More.”

He sits up and pulls away from her in order to get a better angle at her jeans, undoing the button and zipper with one deft hand and pulling them down unceremoniously. He keeps her panties where they are, leaving her almost completely naked in front of him. She suddenly realizes how unfair this is, as all she can see is his dark chest hair and the outline of his erection through his leather trousers. Reaching up, she pulls on the laces and hopes it’s enough to get her point across.

He throws his greatcoat off of himself and onto the ground, then moves to hook his aptly named appendage in her underwear and she can feel the cold metal pressing against her coarse blonde hair. She lets out a surprised gasp at the sensation as he hovers over her clit, not quite meeting her where she needs him. She reaches out again and pulls on his shirt, not bothering (or needing) to undo any more buttons before she pulls it over his head, and she’s met with his defined torso. His muscles are rippling through his arousal, and the sight of his fair skin covered in dark hair that trails into his pants makes her sweat.

“Take these off,” she demands, gesturing towards his leather trousers. “This better not be like that episode of Friends. I don’t have any baby powder on me.”

“What the bloody hell are you talking about, Swan?” he breathes out roughly before reaching back down and marking her breast with his mouth, dragging a slow moan past her lips.

“Never mind, just please take those off and fuck me.” His eyes darken somehow as he reaches down and unlaces his pants, pulling them off smoothly and exposing his erection to her, finally.

Before she could take too much time to admire him, he’s sliding down the expanse of her body and trailing soft, gentle kisses in his wake. He stops occasionally to suck on the skin of her breasts, her stomach, her hips, before dragging his hook through her underwear again and tugging them down her legs. Her arousal draws out in a glistening strand as he pulls them off of her, and she hears him growl in response to how wet she is.

“Absolutely bloody gorgeous,” he murmurs, his breath hot against her. “May I have a taste, darling?”

“God, yes, please do.” He obliges quickly, and she cries out much louder than she intended to when she finally feels his tongue on her.

His hundreds of years of experience certainly do pay off. Never in her life has she had an experience quite like this. Even though he’s never touched her, it’s as if he’s known her body for centuries. Each move of his tongue and lips has her drawing nearer and nearer to what she can only assume will be the fiercest orgasm she’s ever felt. He continues to lick through her folds, paying attention to fucking her with his tongue before dragging it back up and sucking her clit into his mouth. When his middle finger finally enters her with no resistance, she cries out again at the sensation of his finger curling into her and his cold ring sitting just outside, all while his tongue continues to work its magic. She sees now that when she joked about him being orally talented, she didn’t realize just how right she was.

He adds a second finger, curling them both delightfully as he continues to nip and suck and lick at her, and its mere moments before she feels herself clenching tightly around him, ready to explode with pleasure as he draws her closer and closer to her release. When she finally does come, she thinks she must be astral projecting; her soul has left her body and is looking back down at her writhing form as he works her through the most pleasurable, intense sensation she’s ever experienced.

If she was conscious, she would notice the way he sucks his fingers into his mouth to clean her off of them. She would also notice just how hard he was just from making her come, his hips rutting lightly against the bench, although that couldn’t be too comfortable.

When she finally feels her soul reentering her body, she allows herself to look down at him as he moves up to her side and kisses her mouth sweetly. She expects to see an amatory smirk but is met instead with a soft smile and kind eyes. His hand runs along her side as she feels her breathing start to even out, although she’s still panting.

“You weren’t kidding about practice, huh?”

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, Swan,” he says, his smile still gracing his features.

“Enjoyed? We aren’t finished here, Hook.”

He takes this as a signal from her and leans back down to her, meeting her mouth with his. Before he has a chance to take over, she presses on his shoulders until he’s on his back and straddles his hips with her own, feeling his erection pressing between her folds and into her clit as she rocks back and forth. It draws a lewd moan from his lips, and she can’t help but lean down and kiss him fiercely as she continues to moisten his cock with her own arousal. She’s not sure she’ll survive actually having sex with him if this is this good.

His hand is moving wildly along her body, squeezing at her hip and massaging her ass as she continues to roll her hips against him. Rather than continue to torture the two of them, she finally reaches between them and angles him upward, moving his length along the outside of her entrance before pressing herself down onto him. The two of them groan in synchronicity at the feeling of him filling her up so effortlessly, so flawlessly. She remains relatively still for a moment, enjoying the feeling of his thick cock pressed inside her, before she starts to rock over him, throwing her head back until her long hair scrapes his knees.

“Fuck, Killian, so good.”

“Say it- agh, fuck. Say it again, love.”

She doesn’t have to ask what he means. When they were in the jungle together, he told her that she can call him Killian. She hasn’t until now, and it appears he appreciates the effort.

“Killian,” she says, rocking faster, her thighs burning as she hops up and down and back and forth along his length. “Ah! Shit,” she cries out when he shifts under her, his knees coming up to give him the leverage he needs to fuck up into her.

They continue like this, her rolling over him and him thrusting upwards into her, for several minutes before he draws his hand to where they meet and presses his thumb to her clit, causing her to cry out once more. “God, Killian, don’t stop. Right there, don’t stop,” she begs, only he does stop briefly enough to take her in his arms again and flip them both over. He’s sitting back on his knees now and she’s still straddling him, but the new angle, with her sitting upon his thighs and her legs behind his, sends him deeper into her and drives her closer to the edge. Before she can do it herself, he reaches his hand back to where she needs him, the curve of his hook pressing into her lower back to stabilize her as he continues to fuck into her and she continue to ride him at this new angle.

“Emma, you're so good. You're so tight and wet, gods keep doing that, love. I love the way you move on me.” She never thought she would be into dirty talk, but hearing Hook- no, Killian- praise her like this is driving her insane with lust and bringing her even closer to her release. She’s nearly there when she feels his mouth meet her neck, right at the pulse below her ear, sucking hard enough to surely leave a mark, but she doesn’t care because she’s over the edge again, careening towards absolute bliss.

She thinks she’s shouting, or at least moaning and swearing very loudly, but she absolutely can’t bring herself to care. In order to muffle the sounds coming from her, he meets her mouth with his again, kissing her as she tumbles over the edge. She comes hard, and she knows that with her walls tightening around him, he’s close. She squeezes one last time and feels him empty himself into her in hot ropes, relishing the feeling of him inside of her, of his cock continuing to pump into her with the added sensation of his release.

She feels him planting soft kisses along her cheeks, jaw, down her neck, over her collar bone as she comes down, easing her back into the sensation of feeling anything other than him and her powerful orgasm. “Fuck,” she finally says, her legs still wrapped around his middle as his cock softens slightly inside her.

“Aye, seems like that was needed, love.”

She laughs lightly, breathlessly, before unwrapping her legs from him and pressing her hands into his shoulders to get enough leverage to remove herself and sit back on the bench. Once she’s off of him, she lies down, her chest still heaving. She feels a soft, calloused hand touch her stomach gently before he stands and turns, giving her a nice view of his ass. She wonders for a second where he could be going, until he’s back with a small cloth, handing it over to her and using a second to clean himself. She takes it and does the same, then notices him standing awkwardly in front of her before she speaks.

“Are you gonna sit down? Or was this more of a hit it and quit it type of thing?”

“What a crass statement, Swan,” he says, although she can see the humor and relief in his eyes as he sits back down beside her. She can’t fight the smile growing on her face.

“I guess you were right about me needing to relax.”

“Aye, it was quite obvious how high strung you were, love.”

“Ho- Killian,” she says, drawing the conversation from light to serious. “I don’t regret that, but…”

“You’d rather keep it between us?”

She smiles softly at his understanding, at the fact that he always seems to know her. “At least for now. Is that okay?”

“Of course, love,” he says, leaning down and kissing her nose chastely. He pauses there, as if wondering whether the action was alright with her. She confirmes that it is by catching his lips in hers once more, kissing him one last time before she stands to get dressed.

“Swan?” he asks after a few moments, when they're both dressed and ready to leave the small room and show their faces on the ship once more. She should maybe reconsider, based on the bruise forming just under her ear, but she lets bygones be bygones.

“Yeah?”

“What’s an episode of Friends?”

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