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OMG YESS

I mean ofc there's some fun in making alien space robots similar to us because this is how we can relate to them better. We project our own (human) experiences on them because it feels good. Because on one hand we know they're piles of sentient metal but on the other hand ouugh... hugs nice amd somft... even tho it hardly makes any sense. Lazy mind likes nice things and it's ok to be lazy sometimes and have fun like that.

AND THAT BEING SAID AND OUT OF THE WAY - RAMBLING TIME

Because sitting comfortably in what we know is nice but so is exploring the Unknown and Different!

Tl;Dr at the bottom.

Sure some characters are child- or elderly-coded for an obvious reason of showing who has more experience. We get enthusiastic, big eyed OwO babies like Terrans or Bee (to lesser extent but still, I mean look at TFA) and we get old guys with tired voices like Ratchet or even with facial hair like Alpha Triton. And it's easy to establish without confusion who's more and who's less experienced! Clear and easily noticeable, petty important in media that's just an elaborate toy ad!

Which made me think... How would it work if it all were more realistic? Or what would be the realistic reasons for Cybertronians to be like that?

What if they choose to present themselves in a certain way to show their age or the age they feel as? New shiny paint job and nice parts to keep up with trends and show that they care for themselves vs not caring for the shiniest coat and choosing functionality, same with keeping older parts that show different times they went through or because they're more reliable or comfortable than the new models. Much like buying a cool jacket and dying your hair a crazy color vs sticking to an outdated but signature suit with some order pinned to it and letting your hair go gray.

This then leads to the concept of Cybertronians not presenting their age. Because the specific parts are too expensive or just not available. Because they want to seem older or younger because they prefer some old model parts due to how they work. Because their specific frame doesn't have much variation in certain part models.

This can also tie to how they feel. Maybe there's a very old TF who looks and behaves as a much younger one just because they feel like it and like keeping up with trends. Because despite their experiences they still feel or choose to feel young.

Maybe there's a much younger one who looks much older because they just like the way outdated shapes look on them or are more functional / comfortable. Maybe they're not doing well mentally and are already more traumatized by war than an older but younger-looking buddy.

Maybe in this case the older one is just doing better mentally due to the experience with coping or worse and their coping is forgetting the trauma. Or they live in denial. Or have a "mid-life" crisis. Hence the behaviour of a young bot. Meanwhile the younger but older-looking one is doing worse because idk, they had a rough start and/or their coping skills are shit and they're bitter and have very visible PTSD. And that's why they behave like an old war veteran.

So looking at a TF you could probably guess their rough age sometimes based on looks and behavior but othen you could get so many contradicting clues. It's like if a human had a wild mix of old and young features and the image was blurred further by their fashion choices and behavior.

Think how many times you hear someone's young voice (both in terms of sound and the manner of speech) or about someone's childish behavior but then turns out it's someone much older than you imagined. Or the other way around, you listen to someone say very wise things in a very experienced voice but turns out it's a well-educated college kid who caught a bit of cold and their voice is raspy. Same with Cybertronians but blur the image further.

This is also why something that would make sense for a near-immortal alien species could get a human cancelled for depicting. Those who go with "Cybertronians are age-coded because it's to show human issues through the sci-fi lense" will say BlitzBee is bad because it's adult x minor but those who go with "it's literally robots from space who probably start off as adults from day one and if not the age gaps stops to matter at most after a century" won't have an age-gap based problem with it at all.

And just with experience alone and disregarding looks - imagine a tf made for a certain task and they perform it like an adult would from day one. But throw them into a different situation and they're just as lost as a baby in a forest. I have a few OCs like this, respected pro in one field but absolute baby once their world gets turned upside-down. Real fun.

Now regarding age and growing up - sparklings. Where do cyber-babies come from?

So you see, when a mommy-bot and daddy-bot love each other very much... Yeah, well, this is certainly something you could go with and even make it make sense! I do it sometimes. Look, monkey brain wants what monkey brain recognizes and relates to with least effort, ok? Ok. I'll talk about cold-constructs and other canons/headcanons in later paragraphs. If you really dislike it you can skip to a next mark like this:

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I think that some tfs could totally get a kid this way. They can but don't have to be a "femme and mech" or "carrier and sire" or whatever terminology you decide to use. I just think that it could be neat if two (or more! get yourself that polyclue!) Cybertronians could mix the life energy of their sparks so much so there's enough for another one or more to develop. Man, imagine if humans could come to be only if their soul were created with pure love from their parents...! Say what you will but that's pretty alien to me lol. It's ok to not like that version tho.

My personal hc is that such new spark would grow living metal around itself and after some time (years? decades? more? less? varying depending on the circumstances?) would take a form of sth like an egg, not necessarily egg-shaped tho. Then it can live outside the parent's body and transform, their "egg" slowly changing into their altmode. I like to think "egg for an altmode" could be an insult in some parts of space lol

How long till sparkling becomes an adult? Do they grow up faster than humans because they're more advanced? Slower because living metal takes longer to grow than flesh? How about mental growth, do they start out with some pre-installed knowledge or do they have to learn manually or download updates? Or a bit of both? How long does it take and what does it depend on? Fuck if I know, go wild and have fun with the concepts!

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[Edit: forgot to mention and putting it here. A tf can also come to be when a divine power brings a regular machine to life giving it spark and sentience. How much such a tf knows? How much experience they have? Maybe they're only experts in their narrow field tied to their alt and are baby-level regarding other topics? Sorry but it's 6am and I've been writing this since 4]

And now, forging. Look, idk much, I read the wiki articles long ago and watched very little of canon media but what I get is that a Cybertronian can come to be either from a naturally forged spark and frame from the living crust of Cybertron (or some titan) or be cold-constructed as in spark taken from where it developed and frozen till a mass-produced frame for it is ready. Yes, there apparently can be also cloning or other mitosis but imma allow myself to skip that.

Now how could a naturally forged one work I've seen covered in many fan continuities and I really like the the concept of them starting out smaller and less knowledgeable. Probably needing a paren- uhh I mean mentor or having to live in a school/preschool/kindergarten of sorts... Yeah yeah, baby-coded, I know; monkey brain, remember? They could ttly sprout from the ground as young adults tho. Sorta like gems in Steven Universe - popping out ready to whatever awaits!

But this may fit better the cold-constructed ones. Their frames adult from the start, probably with some extra upgrades already... And than they go online and just learn about what to do! Or are told to just download some updates to spring right into a more experienced adult from day one, why not.

Also I'm a fan of a cold-construct's need to modify their frame to better fit what their spark would've been if allowed to grow the frame on it's own. Do you think space robots would have mad dysphoria sometimes? Fearing heights when there's wings on their back, wanting to swim when their frame would sink instantly, feeling like lightest version of their gear is too heavy for them despite their strong frame?

Do you think they tend to crush on tfs with frames they would've been because their sparks recognize what they need and long for? Do you think they would hate them due to bitter jealousy? Do you think they'd know why they feel like that? If processor is the brain and spark is the soul I don't think so. How repressed is their spirituality in the times of war? Do you think they would start self-discovery when given the chance...?

Well that took an existential turn. Let's switch to gender.

Earliest TF cartoons where marketed mainly towards boys so ofc all the space robots were boys, with a token robot girl or two added later on. Some peeps shit their pants when they see a continuity where an usually "male" character gets turned into a "female" or what's even worse, an enby. Hurr-durr the show is woke. "They're alien space robots! Why gender them!" Yeah, right, why they all gotta be boys? Why just boys and girls?

Realistically speaking I think gender fuckery can be even more wild and free in whatever alien species (and especially robot ones) than humans cursed with gender dimorphism. Some hc that tfs start out always as he/him 'cuz they only have one gender and just sometimes choose to change that when introduced to a possibility to being an opposite, both ot neither.

But that begs the question - what is gender to a robot? They don't need sex. They don't need genitals. Oftentimes in fanon I see that all have both sets or all have none. Creating offspring also isn't related to it. It can be, if you want. If creating sparklings from two or more adults is sth you enjoy then you can have it in a humanized way or keep the act of creation as purely spark-to-spark. But as mentioned earlier, babies don't have to be a thing in a continuity.

If sparklings are not a thing or are created without anything sex-related and therefore there's no bodily dimorphism then what do they base their gender on? Is it gonna be altmode? All boats and ships going by she/her by default? Is it as an honorary title, like a renowned medic or leader being referred to as xe/xir to show respect? Are certain model lines referred to differently? Or maybe there's two groups from different backgrounds and to differentiate members of one group go by she/her and members of other by it/its?

And sure going with vibes makes most sense! And it can but doesn't have to go with presenting a certain way. Bet tfs choose specific paints and parts and change their voice based on the vibes they want for themselves and a given set of pronouns they prefer isn't any different from a more or less angular spare part or tinted visor or shimmery paint or or or-

So yeah, personally I don't think they have gender, certainly not a biological one / one based on how their frame is built. They just have vibes. And we call it gender because this is how we relate. Shout out to an old toolbox with a jar of various screws and nails - gotta be one of my favorite genders.

Congrats for reaching the end, here's a potato for you!

Tl;dr - it's ok to imagine your robotic blorbos as having as many human traits as you want, sometimes this is what your brain needs and that's perfectly fine. And whenever you wanna spice up your continuity with something way more alien and otherworldly - go for it! Have fun! Be wild, be free! There's so many possibilities! And also - you can put your faves in as many different iterations as you want! Go ahead and put your human-like one on the shelf right next to the pure alien one and then make ten more ;)

Actually I have a hot take that's been brewing on my mind a little in regards to Cybertronian society and physiology and stuff so like

I've said it's annoying when people impose human gender binaries on the genderless alien robots with no sexual dimorphism, but honestly I also find it annoying when people impose human standards of childhood vs adulthood on the non-organic robot aliens who are almost always born/built immediately having all of the faculties of what we would call an "adult," just lacking in actual worldly experience.

Obv there are exceptions like the recent Earthspark where the Terrans are explicitly children/child-coded

But it's honestly just so weird to me sometimes sjdkshfjd people will be like "awwww baby" to Bumblebee and ma'am that's literally a grown man. Also what functional difference is there b/t a robot that's 4 million years old vs 5 million years old when their race is technically near immortal. Like why are ppl calling Rodimus a child out there when dude is literally the same age as or just slightly younger than characters like Optimus

It's not nearly as annoying or offensive as when people put cisheteronormativity in a culture that wouldn't have it, but like. Am I the only one who finds it really boring to impose human ideas of age on alien robots ESPECIALLY when it comes to basically recreating "oh here's mommy and here's daddy and here's the baby" like sigh

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LOVE ON AiR: 39. YNXOXO VLOG: ice skating | grwm & vlog, w/ a special guest!

WARNiNGS » profanity, ynhoon cuteness, kissing, mentions of falling (not proofread)

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video desc: hi babes, welcome back to my bubble! today i filmed a grwm and vlog with a special someone, watch to find out who! we went ice skating and he taught me how to skate! hope you enjoy! 

you propped your camera up, smiling at it. “hi guys, welcome back to my bubble” you leaned closer to your mirror to fix up your makeup, blending out your products. “today i am going to be ice skating, i've never been so this should be fun” you set your beauty blender down, moving to the next step of your routine. 

“small update: obviously as you all know i moved into a new apartment, but aside from that this place is super nice, you know it’s like such a great community and really pretty” you spoke to the camera, applying your blush as well as your bronzer. as you spoke your phone buzzed, you peaked over and smiled at sunghoons text. 

you kept smiling, continuing to do your makeup. “i wanna go for like a natural look today, because i'm pretty sure we’re just going ice skating then hanging out for the rest of the day” it was clear to the camera that you had this glow on your face, of course the audience wouldn’t know yet, but it was of happiness. 

that was nothing less of the truth, you and sunghoon were happy. everything was finally coming to full circle after a couple months of hardship and it was all worth it, out of that traumatic experience you gained a loving and doting boyfriend, as well as amazing friends. what more could a girl want? 

you finished your makeup off with setting spray, hearing your apartment door open, you smiled. you fanned your face dry, then began to do your mascara. you heard sunghoon approaching your room and peaking in the door. you smiled when you saw him, your face clearly brightening up. 

“hi pretty” he said, walking closer to you to kiss the top of your head, he was clearly in the frame now but neither of you cared. “hi hoon, i’m just finishing up my makeup and then i’ll change” you replied, smiling up at him. he nodded and sat down on your bed, watching you through the mirror as you did your finishing touches on your makeup. you made eye contact with him and smiled. 

you stood up from your vanity, catching notice of how sunghoons eyes followed your figure. you pushed his shoulder playfully, “quit it you weirdo” you spoke, not being able to hold back your smile. “i’m the weirdo? don’t get me started on your weird food combos” he replied, making you roll your eyes as you shut the door to the bathroom. 

sunghoon walked over to your vanity, picking up the camera now. “i’m taking her ice skating i don’t know if she told you guys” he stared into the camera, not knowing what else to say. it was silent for a couple seconds until you got out of the bathroom. sunghoons face brightened and he turned the camera to show off your outfit. “you look so pretty” he mumbled, smiling as he saw you in the cameras viewfinder. 

“it’s just a sweater and leggings hoon” you sighed out, still smiling at the compliment. “yeah but i think you look so pretty no matter what” he looked at you, his eyes twinkling. you cupped his face, patting it. “cmon let’s go, and give me the camera silly” he smiled, handing you the camera and following you out of the room. you looked into the camera smiling, “hoons gonna drive us there so i will see you guys when we’re at the rink!” you waved to the camera and shut it off. 

you propped up the camera, moving back to check if it doesn’t fall. once you saw that it was stable you smiled, “we’re on the rink!!” you exclaimed, balancing yourself on the skates. sunghoon was behind you in case you fell. “you’re saying that as if i didn’t hold your hand to get you on here” sunghoon smiled, holding back a laugh. you glared at him for a couple seconds then looked at the camera. 

“i’m gonna leave you guys over there because holding a camera and skating seems hard” you said, slowly trying to skate. sunghoon came up behind you, holding the small of your back. “don’t walk, just try and glide” he mumbled, trying to steady you. “yeah i don’t know how to do that” you mumbled back, feeling the warmth of his hand on your back. you try moving forward and almost fall back, sunghoon held you by your hip, catching you. 

“maybe lets try this” you feel his hand leave your hip and he skates in front of you for a demonstration. currently the camera can see both you and sunghoon, your side profiles. “just watch, move with your legs not your feet. it’s not like walking just relax and glide” he demonstrated, moving slowly in front of you. you nodded, trying his method. your face brightened as you skated forward with ease, sunghoons hands reaching out to hold yours in case you fell. he smiled at your reaction. 

“okay now, push with your knees to skate farther” he spoke, backing away to show you. sunghoon skated a little bit farther from you and stopped, waiting for you to come his way. you pursed your lips and skated towards him, losing your balance once you got closed, making him reach out and grab your arm. “look i did it!” you looked up at him, smiling. he giggled seeing your expression. “you’re a natural pretty” he tilted his head, still smiling. 

you and sunghoon skated back to where the camera was, you picking it up. “i sort of got the hang of it so now lets just skate!” you smiled at the camera, the two of you skating slowly but surely now. sunghoon skated in front of you, skating backwards. you turned the camera to face him and sighed. “he’s just showing off now” you mumbled and he smiled, “ yeah but you like it” he slowed down to get back in pace with you. 

soon enough you two got to another corner of the rink and you propped the camera up. “okay now teach me to like do a spin” you looked at him and he only smiled, sunghoon nodded and stood in front of you, for another demonstration. “think of it like as a pirouette, just steady yourself and push yourself off from your foot.” sunghoon said, moving back so he could show you a spin. you stared at him, jaw dropped as he spun perfectly. “this isn’t fair” you groaned, making him laugh. “just try, it'll be fine” he reassured you, smiling. 

he moved back so you had room and nodded at you, as if saying you’ll be okay. you skated forward and attempted a spin but instead, lost your balance. you grabbed sunghoons arms which then resulted in the two of you to fall, you on top of him. you picked your head up and the two of you started laughing. you were still the camera frame as you laid basically on top of him. 

you kept laughing for a couple minutes, then both of you sighing out. sunghoon reached his hand to your face, moving a couple stray hairs out of your way. he stared at you like this for a while, down to your lips, then at your eyes again. “can i kiss you?” he breathed out, feeling like his heart was in his throat. you nodded, feeling him lean closer to you. he broke the gap and attached his lips to yours.

the kiss was soft and slow, his lips were just as you imagined, soft. he was gentle with his touch, his hand now moving to the back of your neck. sunghoon felt you smiling and his heart melted. you were just so so sweet. you pulled back, now looking at him. the two of you smiled and blushed like a couple of teenagers.

you attempted to stand up, sunghoon stood up as well, quick to give you a helping hand. the two of you turned around to see the camera which you coincidentally forgot about. you both looked at each other and nervously laughed. “well guys, fun’s over now that I fell” you skated toward the camera, picking it up. sunghoon right behind you. “thanks for joining me in my bubble, till next time!” you and sunghoon both waved bye to the camera. 

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Part 2 of this request...

THIS IS A FLUFF BOMB! And it's PART 2 to this angsty requested one. I also drew some inspo and prompt #6 from @reveriehs's prompt list:)

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Harry had slept maybe a total of an hour worrying his ass off about Y/N. She hadn’t been answering his calls or texts all night. It was around 6:30 when he decided to try her sister, they had always been close, and he was also close enough with her. He waited patiently until he heard her pick up.

“What Harry.” She sounded irritated at the sound of his voice.

“I just wanted to know if you’ve heard from your sister.” He mumbled tiredly.

“She’s on her way home, she caught a redeye.” She disclosed and Harry felt relieved upon hearing that.

“OK. Got worried since she wasn’t answering me.” He said and she hummed, “Do you think you can ask her to call me when she lands? Please?”

“No, Harry. She just needs some space right now. She’s really hurt and overwhelmed and you didn’t stick up for her.”

“It wasn’t like that-”

“It was. I saw it with my own eyes. There’s a video circulating everywhere, H.” She explained and Harry sighed, “You literally just stood there.” She pointed out.

“Fuck…” He sighed as his eyes welled up.

“And somehow you’re still the hero in the fans’ opinions…H, she’s completely worn down and I think you need to wait until she’s ready to talk to you.” Y/N’s sister advised.

“She broke up with me though, who knows when that’ll be.”

“Yeah, anyone in their right mind would after something like that! Look, I’ll tell her you called to check in but just focus on your tour and whatever else for now, OK?” He sniffled.

“Yeah. Thanks for taking my call.”

“Of course, H. Take care, be safe, OK?”

“Thanks, bye.” He mumbled in defeat and hung up. He hoped this would have helped him feel better, that wasn’t the case at all.

*************

When Y/N hadn’t shown up to breakfast the next morning it wasn’t strange for Sarah, she knew after their last chat that she was having a hard time. Maybe she needed more rest, but as the day went on she hadn’t even seen her around the hotel and Harry was very, very quiet all of a sudden. So Sarah did what she did best, reached out. After a few rings Y/N picked up her call.

“Hello?”

“Hey! The other girls and I are gonna go have some girl time before we head over to the venue. Since it’s the same venue we don’t have to be there early to soundcheck.” She shared and she heard a sigh.

“Oh God, Harry didn’t tell you guys?” She asked tiredly.

“Ummm… no? Tell us what?”

“I went back home after the last show.” She explained.

“Oh my god, really?”

“Yeah, some of the fans waiting outside of the hotel started throwing food at me and then someone threw a full on blended Frappuccino at me! It’s all over the fucking internet, it’s so embarrassing.” She got that awful pain in her chest and drop of her stomach just at the memory.

“What in the-?!” She stopped, censoring herself from using foul language, “What did Harry say?”

“Absolutely nothing! Nothing at all, I was so angry I…” she trailed off, “I broke up with him.” She said and Sarah gasped.

“Like out of rage or?”

“Yes, but… I’ve been thinking about it for a while now if I’m being honest. He’s just become so cold and hollow and I feel like I just bother him. The media and the mean fans just add another layer of pressure to it and I do love him, but I don’t think he loves me anymore.” She explained, “Or he doesn’t act like it. At least not anymore.” She mumbled sadly.

“I’m sorry.” Sarah responded softly.

“It’s alright, it’s life you know?”

“Yeah, but the fact that he didn’t even say anything or try to defend you… something is definitely up, that’s not like him at all.” Sarah deduced.

“Yeah, I know.”

“Would you still give him a chance?”

“I don’t know, Sarah. I want to, trust me I do! But I don’t see how anything’s gonna change… I don’t deserve this again. I have been with people who’ve mistreated and ripped my self-esteem to shreds and who haven’t reassured me…he knows that. He knows how deep those wounds run and he didn’t do anything to protect me. I mean, a person can only handle so much!” She vented, “He would always tell me to ignore it or to not get on social media or that it was just a thing that I needed to get used to. I mean, he’s had years of media training and practice to just ignore it and even still it impacts him at times! I don’t have any of that and I don’t want to not use social media and sacrifice my likes of it because some people don’t know how to behave! Even when I’m private! They comment things on my friends’ pages and posts and ughhh, it’s disgusting!” She ranted.

“I agree with you on that. I’m sorry, Y/N. Is it OK, if I talk to Harry about this? He should at least apologize.”

“You can, but don’t feel like you need to. It should come from him without persuasion, you know?”

“Ughh, you’re right. But I will give him a talking to at least, how ridiculous.” Y/N giggled despite her eyes welling up.

“Thank you, Sarah.”

“Of course. Don’t be a stranger.”

“I won’t. I hope the rest of the tour goes well.”

“Thanks. I’ll check in later, OK?”

“Thank you, Sarah. I appreciate it.” 

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“You can’t just ignore me, you know?” Harry huffed to Sarah who was quite taken with her son crawling around in her and Mitch’s dressing room without a single reaction to his words. He’d been attempting to get her attention for the past 10 minutes to no avail. Harry heard Mitch sniggering over the sound of him shaking up the baby bottle they were about to feed their son. “Did I do something?” He asked her.

“I think this is more about what you failed to do, bud.” Mitch gave him a hint and Harry’s brows creased.

“I didn’t forget anyone’s birthday…did I forget to introduce you?” He asked Sarah who finally acknowledged him with a blank and dull glare, “I did, didn’t I?” She rolled her eyes and he groaned, starting to get impatient, “Are you good to perform tonight though?” He asked her and when she didn’t respond he looked to Mitch again.

“She’ll be up there.” He assured his young friend and Harry shook his head.

“Can’t I get some reassurance from you on this?” He said to her and she looked up at him and finally spoke.

“If you can’t give it, you won’t get it.” She stated flatly and then it seemed Harry realized why she was upset.

“For fu-” she glared at him, “Fun. I was going to say fun’s sake, you know, censorship.” He said to her and then Mitch, “You can’t be angry at me for something I didn’t even do to you.” He said and she groaned.

“You’re an idiot and you majorly screwed up, H! I love you like a baby brother, but that means that I get to hold you accountable when you do stupid stuff.”

“I think getting dumped was enough of a wake up call. I get it, I should’ve done more and now it’s too late! She won’t even answer my texts!”

“Serves you right!” Mitch threw in as he walked over to the baby and picking him up, Harry frowned.

“I don’t think this is the best topic of discussion before a show…”

“You’re right, so sorry to bruise your ego before a show.” Sarah said a little too casually, “Maybe I should’ve just thrown a blended drink at your head instead, would be a lot less demoralizing.” She retorted before standing up and rushing out of the room and Mitch sniggered again with his son in his lap eating calmly. Harry let out a deep breath before shaking his head.

“I’d follow her if I were you. Don’t think she’s done.”

“Jesus…” he groaned before standing up and hurrying out. He found Sarah with Pauli and Elin, “Can I chat with you a minute?” Sarah nodded and started walking down the corridor of the backstage area, “Believe me, I want to fix it. I don’t know how.”

“How about acknowledging what happened and defending the person you claim to love.”

“I do love her.” He snapped in irritation.

“Hasn’t seemed that way in a while, H. Not to us and especially not to her.” Sarah said, “What’s going on? Hmmm?”

“I just…got all in my head about it. I got scared and I just…shut down sometimes. I don’t mean to be a dick or dismissive, but maybe if she saw how awful it got she would know that she deserved better, you know?” He said sadly, the insecurity he had always had never seemed to wane and she felt so sorry for him.

“Well, I hate to say this to you, but from what she told me that’s where her mind is going, H. And you know what she’s been through before and what she’s struggled with; you built her up so high only to let her down in the worst way. In that way that has always been a soft spot for her and she’s really hurting right now.”

“I can imagine… I want to fix it, but her sister said she needs space. To just give her time to figure out whether she would like to keep trying with me or just…” he trailed off sadly, “to decide, basically.” He swallowed the lump forming in his throat as he explained and Sarah nodded.

“Maybe when we get that break before we head to America you should stop by to see her. Give her a warning, a chance to think about it, yeah?”

“OK.” He said and she offered a small smile to him.

“I love you, H. We all do. I get that sometimes it’s hard with everyone outside of us trying to pry their way in, but there are some things that should be allowed to shine through. Like you being happy with your girlfriend.”

“I know…it’s just hard to know how much is too much sometimes, you know?” She nodded in understanding. He vented a little bit more about what he was feeling and then it was time to get ready for the show.

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The crowd was very energetic tonight and the show was going swimmingly, but Harry still felt a little hollow inside. He was doing a little talking bit in between the songs when one particular sign caught his eye: ❤️ TREAT Y/N WITH KINDNESS ❤️

“Hello, camera operator 1, his name’s Johans, by the way, everyone say hello to Johans!” Harry announced happily, pointing to the cameraman on stage and everyone shouted a cheery and unanimous, “Hi Johans!” To which Harry chuckled happily as Johans waved as another camera pointed at him projected the man up on the big screen, “Thank you!” Harry said and walked over to Johans, “Right Johans, over on our left hand side, maybe row four or five? I see a young lady holding a sign-” Harry said as he directed Johans. Tons of people had signs near the front, “Yellow poster board.” He said pointing until Johans was pointing at the correct sign, “Yes, that’s the one! Thank you, Johans.” Harry smiled. The message was projected over the big screen and the entire stadium cheered loudly and the girl holding the sign was really excited over the fact that Harry had seen her sign, “What’s your name?”

“Liz!” She shouted and with the help of other fans around her the message was relayed to Harry.

“Well Liz, I’ve got to say out of all of the signs I’ve ever seen in all my tours and all my shows yours has got to by my favorite one.” He smiled at her and she laughed nervously, “Are you here with friends?” She nodded and the two others with her identified themselves beside her, “Well Liz, this is a one night only special that I’m about to offer you. Are you and your friends able to stay a bit after the show? I’d like to do something special for you because of your kindness.” He stated happily and the girl and her friends nodded excitedly, “Perfect! If security can find Liz and friends before the show ends that’d be great and we can get her surprise underway!” He said and the fan and her friends were freaking out as everyone cheered.

“I’d say little acts of kindness always go a long way.” He said to everyone, “Even just that sign, took my day from good to great! And in a world with so much hate and conflict and hurt I think it’s important to do our part in making it just a little bit better.” He said and everyone cheered, “Tonight, there is something that I wanted to acknowledge. My girl-” he paused, “Y/N, is not at the show tonight. She actually hasn’t been to several shows during the tour.” He explained, “She doesn’t feel like this is a safe space for her unfortunately and yesterday, I’m sure many of you have seen how she was…assaulted last night after the show. It was so disappointing and sad to see something like that happen to someone I love.” He shared with the crowed, “More so when it’s from people I also care about.” He explained and the crowd had fallen completely silent, “I want to make this a safe space for everyone. I want anyone to feel at home and free to be who they want to be for the time we have together if they don’t have that opportunity outside of these shows. I feel disappointed in myself that I have failed to do that, even if it’s just for one person. I want to try harder and I should’ve done more.” He said looking out into the crowd as he exhaled.

“Furthermore, I would hope that each of you here tonight chooses kindness. I hope that each of you chooses love. And I hope that each of remembers that it’s all of our responsibilities to make each other feel safe and like we belong. We’re all responsible for making the world a better, much kinder place. So, turn to the person on your right! Tell ‘em you love them and you’re happy they’re here tonight!” He gave a few seconds for that, “Now turn to the person on your left and give ‘em a big hug! Beautiful, now this next one’s all about kindness…” he grinned.

After the show Liz and her friends’ big surprise was that they got to go backstage and meet the band. Harry chatted with them for a while and got them some of the staff wear that was left over. He learned that they had been there last night at the hotel and seen what happened first hand, how they had tried to stop other supposed fans from heckling Y/N. Harry thanked them for their kindness and support. They seemed worried that Y/N wasn’t at the shows and they shared a lot of the things that they had seen online about her. Harry never preoccupied himself too much with looking these things up and when he heard what exactly people were saying to her and the frequency of it he felt awful and completely sick. He wished he would’ve known. If he had known how bad it was he wouldn’t have waited until something like this happened to address it. He needed to make this right.

***** ONE MONTH LATER *****

Harry was finally on break and he had asked to see Y/N. He had given her space, her sister told her that she had told him that it would be wise to let her have some time. So it was about two weeks after the incident when he first reached out to properly speak and apologize for being a bystander to the bullying she was enduring and she did respond to that outreach effort and assured him that she was also working on somethings to help her own insecurities. Her therapist had been seeing a lot of her over the last month.

She had also seen a video, well many videos actually, about what he had said at the show the night after she left. It was sweet, what he had done. And then when he sang Boyfriends he talked about how he hadn’t been such a great boyfriend recently. She didn’t need grand gestures like that to feel validated or important to him, but even just the reassurance that he had her back would’ve been enough at the time. Either way, the gesture was sweet and the more time she had to think the more she concluded that she didn’t want to go down without a fight. So when he asked, she agreed to meet with him when he flew back home for his break. 

That day was today. He was coming over for a brunch type of thing. She had gone out of her way to get the coffee that he liked and even travelled with. She was starting on his favorite breakfast all while double checking her appearance. She wasn’t sure why she was this nervous, it was as if she was the one who would be pleading for another chance. Maybe she just wanted him to know that she was still putting in effort for him. For them. When there were some knocks on the door she breathed in deeply and exhaled as she took her steps towards her front door. Y/N rolled her shoulders back and cracked out the little tensions in her neck before opening it up to reveal Harry, who was looking tired and a bit peaky.

“Hey.” She said softly with a smile working its way onto her lips. Just seeing him before her warmed her hear tremendously.

“Hey.” He responded just as quietly and she hurried out of the doorway to let him in.

“I made breakfast and coffee.” She said to him and he smiled as he bent down to remove his shoes.

“Yeah, smells amazing.” He said as he was back to his normal height and she guided him over to the kitchen.

“Thanks. Everything’s about ready f’you wanna grab a seat.” She indicated to the little breakfast nook at the other end of the kitchen.

“Thanks.” He said and went on over where she brought him a plate and then set down a coffee mug for him and soon she was sliding in across from him and they started to eat. 

The atmosphere was tense and a bit awkward as they made some small talk. Quite frankly, Harry just wanted to jump in and get on with his groveling. He hated how fragile everything felt right now, he felt that if he just dug his fork in wrong and made it scrape against the plate mistakenly that would be it and they would be done. He was insecure too. They did make some small talk about tour and her job and how they were doing, but as the finished up their food the mood started growing a lot heavier. It was time to get down to business and he cleared his throat for a moment before he glanced up at her. 

“Ummm,” he started nervously, a half chuckle leaving his mouth, “Obviously I want to talk about what happened. About us.” He said and she nodded, resting her chin on her palm, indicating to him that he could start off. “Again, I’m so sorry about what I did. Or didn’t do, better said.” He started out, “Honestly, I had no idea how bad things had gotten for you. You know that I don’t pay any mind to those things and just stay away from it as much as possible so I hadn’t…I don’t know, I just didn’t bother to check how things were going on that end of things. I’m sorry for feeding into the delusion people were under, unknowingly, but I was also fighting some stuff internally and it just happened to look like it aligned with what people were saying about you and about us.” He said and she nodded, “I do love you, though. If anything was reinforced during this time it’s that. You are so special to me and I would hate to lose you because of my own insecurities or because meddlesome gossipmongers have some weird vendetta towards you.” He said and she chuckled, “I hope you can forgive me for not being there for you how you needed it. For not checking in with you.. for letting you down. I can’t stop thinking about what you said. That you hated how it felt to be with me.” He felt a lump forming in his throat at the memory of it and he frowned, “I hate that I led you to feel that way. That I let you down like that, baby.” He said reaching out for her hand and she took it immediately. The relief he felt surge through his body was unreal as she touched him.

“I’m sorry too. I feel like I overreacted…” she breathed out and he shook his head.

“You didn’t.. specially when I then go and accuse you of cheating on me…” he huffed out with a shake of his head.

“Yeah, what was that about?” She asked and he shrugged.

“I just still feel like maybe I don’t deserve you. Specially when things like this happen, it just makes me feel like you deserve more. That you deserve better.” He said and she sighed.

“I’m sorry for saying that to you, H. I shouldn’t have gone there, I was just so angry with you in that moment and I just spoke without thinking.” She whispered as a few tears streaked down her face s her grip on his hand tightened, “I think in that moment it was true, what I felt. But I don’t hate how I feel when I’m with you, I promise.” She reassured, “I love how I feel with you. You make me feel happy.  You make me feel brave. And safe, and loved, and strong, and confident, and beautiful. You make me feel like the person I’ve always wanted to be.” She said and he smiled, “But I don’t want to just feel that way because of you, you know?” She said and he nodded in understanding, “I want to feel that way because it’s coming from inside of me. Because I believe it, you know?” She explained.

“Yeah, I know exactly what you mean.” He reassured her and she smiled at him.

“I started going to therapy again, for that. Self-worth is hard to rebuild.” She huffed and he nodded in understanding once again, “I want to keep working on me because I deserve better and because you deserve better. I don’t want to be so insecure and fragile anymore, it’s so exhausting.” She said and he chuckled.

“Yeah, I know, baby.” He hummed in agreement.

“I’ve come to understand that I need to get past this hurdle if-if I want to have a future with you.” She said, “That’s why I don’t think it’s a good idea that I rejoin the tour.” She said and he nodded.

“Yeah, I agree.” He said and she smiled at his understanding.

“I mean, I’ll definitely come see you later down the line, but just being there every day and not doing anything busy just gets me in this weird space and well, you know that I like being on instagram and twitter…” she said and he chuckled and nodded. 

“But I mean, if things are getting bad like that you can talk to me about it, you know?” He said and she bit her lip.

“Yeah…I just know we’ve talked about that before, like when we first started dating and I don’t know, I just felt like you would be dismissive about it or just tell me that I shouldn’t be snooping around those things in the first place. Or that maybe I just shouldn’t use social media anymore.” She disclosed to him and he frowned.

“God, no!” He mumbled, “I’d never do that, baby.” He sighed, “I mean, of course, we proceed with caution when we use those platforms, but I’d never make you feel bad for wanting to be active and use them consistently. I know it’s hard not to look at those things, especially when you see one thing. Even if it’s a good thing! You just kind of go down a rabbit hole and you start to see bad things mixed in and then you just start looking for all the bad things and it’s awful…” he said and she nodded, “But it happens to all of us and I want you to know if that ever happens again that I’ll be here for you to help you come back from it. I always will be.” He assured her and she smiled.

“Thank you. I love you so, so much.” She sniffled and he smiled.

“I love you too. Now, come here.” He said letting go of her hand and she slid out of her seat and hurried over into his lap where he just hugged her tight and did the same.

“I missed you so much, baby. M’sorry I dumped you.” She sighed and they chuckled into their embrace, “I wasn’t thinking.”

“No, I think you were totally in the right. I needed a reality check.” He said and she sighed, “But I definitely think we should talk more when we’re feeling not ourselves.”

“Yeah.” She agreed pulling back to look into his eyes, “I want this to work.”

“I do too, baby.” He reassured her, “Since you’re the one who dumped me you have to ask me now.” He said with a grin.

“To be my boyfriend?” She questioned incredulously and he nodded.

“Them’s the rules, baby.” He said with a mischievous smirk.

“Fine.” She mumbled, “Will you allow me to extend to you my acceptance of giving you the privilege of being my boyfriend again?” She asked and he chuckled.

“What?!” He laughed boisterously at her confusing phrasing and she giggled.

“You know what I meant…” she rolled her eyes and he grinned.

“Such a stubborn little thing. We’re working on breaking down that ego next.” He said and she giggled, “But of course, I’ll give you the privilege of being your boyfriend again.” He said smugly and she laughed softly as she grabbed his face gently.

“I’m going to kiss you now, OK?”

“I don’t believe I extended that privilege to you.” He teased.

“Oh, shut up.” She huffed before melting her lips against his tenderly. He smiled into their kiss and tightened his hold around her waist and as they parted to catch a breath he hummed into the little space between them.

“I love you, baby.”

“I love you too.” She whispered with a smile.

[sugarylawliet]

May I pretty please have a nsfw Light x Fem!Reader fic where Light is horny af and tries to seduce the reader but since it’s so rare to see Light needy like that, the reader decides to use this and pretends like she’s busy etc. and drives Light crazy af which leads to angry Dom!Light sex ;)

WHEW i got outta breath just reading this req-

warnings: nsfw/smut, dom! light, degradation with slight praise, this one has more plot than usual i think

taglist: @ygm1slt

"Y/N, do you mind?"

You glanced up from the dozens of tan manilla folders you held in your hand, spread out like a hand of playing cards, each one filled with documents upon documents about the legend you and your coworkers were chasing. The stacks of papers felt like the scribblings of a child in your hand; useless to you, because you knew who Kira was already. Hidden in plain sight, he was the man who had just called your name from the front of the room where he sat, beckoning for you to come near.

You let out a long sigh under your breath, slowly placing the papers onto the desk you stood in front of. You and Light were not dating, no, in fact you could barely stand to be in the same room as the man. His aura was suffocating, despite the large and sprawling rooms of the headquarters building, you could always pinpoint just where Light was; you could feel his arrogant energy wafting off of him, making it clear who the superior one was in the room. It was asphyxiating, and his words were even worse. Everytime he called you to come closer to him, your heart skipped a beat- and though you were sure it was from disgust, you never denied any of his requests. Your love-hate relationship with him only made your interactions more intoxicating. You weren’t gonna deny yourself the excitement.

Your footsteps echo through the almost empty room as you walked towards Light, the only other people at the task force at the moment being L, Matsuda, and Soichiro, all of whom were working together on the right side of the room, their focus on L’s computer.

“What is it?” You ask as you approach Light, stopping next to him.

“I’d like to know your thoughts on this, a second opinion would be helpful.” He gestures towards his computer screen, which was packed with data you could barely read. As you attempt to decipher the text, Light places his hand on your upper thigh, gripping it horizontally. You hold back a gasp, trying not to draw attention to yourself. Light stares at you, your eyes unwavering from the screen in front of you.

“Umm, well, it’s....”

Light’s hand slides up your thigh, his fingers inching up your skirt and brushing the fabric of your panties. He moves his fingers slightly with the slowness of a lover brushing their thumb up and down your hand as you hold theirs. Your breath stutters as you found yourself craving a harder touch from the man you thought you hated.

You break your gaze from the computer screen and glance at Light- his eyebrows were turned downwards, and the image gave you an idea. You grab Light’s hand, peeling it from your leg and dropping it into his lap. “Actually, Light. I’m kind of busy with these documents right now, sorry.” You smile, walking away and returning to your spot at the other table.

You sort through the papers, your mind off of Light before you feel the vibration of your phone from the table. You check to make sure L wasn’t looking before checking your phone, opening the message notification.

Light Y.

brat.

You glance over your shoulder before typing a quick response.

                                                                                                                        Y/N

                            i’m sure i don’t know what you mean.

You place down your phone screen-first on the table and turn your ringer off, not bothering to see whatever quip Light would respond with. You catch him rolling his eyes out of the corner of your view before returning to his work. He places a hand over his mouth and throws one of his legs over the other, crossing them. You smirk to yourself.

This was a back and forth you and Light Yagami often shared ever since you joined the Japanese Task Force. Light, the esteemed man he is, never places doubt in his ability not only to seduce women, but to get what he wants, whatever that may be; in this case, it was you. You, on the other hand, prided yourself on being strong- a stubborn person with an unwavering will, someone who could out-work and out-show the men who thought they were better than you. Often you forgot the end goals of your little adventures to prove yourself better than, getting caught up in the chase of it all. You and Light’s relationship was a quite hectic blend of both of your guys’ stubborn behavioral habits, and neither of you would settle for losing.

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“Light-kun, it’s getting quite late. You two aren’t tired?” L asks, glancing at you and Light, as the three of you were the only ones remaining in the main area of task force headquarters. Everyone else had either gone home or gone to their designated rooms in the building.

“No, There’s a lot of work to be done so I’m fine with sacrificing a little sleep.” Light glances at you briefly. You knew he was expecting to be left alone with you, but you decide to push the envelope a little further. You refused to give into him; at this point, your ego and desire to not lose rivaled his.

“Actually, Ryuzaki, you’re right. I’m gonna head to bed.” You wave goodnight to the men, sending Light an innocent smile as you walk upstairs to your room. 

You made yourself comfortable in your bed, as surprisingly Light had taken several hours to come upstairs- he didn’t want to chase after you, you assumed. Though, you could see how desperate he was through his facade.

Eventually, though, the door to your room opens with a creek, as Light steps his way inside and locks it behind him.

“Oh, hi Light. Do you need something?”

“Don’t play stupid.” Light runs his fingers through his caramel hair, frustrated. He walks over to where you sat on the edge of the bed, taking your jaw in his tight grip and forcing you to look at him.

“What was that all about, huh?” He places his hand on your leg, sliding further and further upwards as he speaks. “Teasing me as if you have the right. Have you forgotten who you’re talking to? I don’t appreciate the bratty behavior.” His fingers return to the position they were earlier, softly brushing up and down over your clothed heat. You bite your lip, holding back a moan; you weren’t going to give into him this easily. No, this was a competition for pride, and you were determined to win.

“Actually, Light,” You push his hands away from you, standing up, “I’ve had quite a long day. I’m gonna go get some rest, maybe you should too?” You remark before leaving, shutting the door behind you and finding another room to sleep in. You were going to win.

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“Are you guys coming with?”

You stand in the main hub of task force headquarters near Light, as L was on a seperate floor working and the rest of the task force was getting ready to leave for lunch.

“No, sorry, I wanna finish this work as soon as possible. But Matsuda, do you mind bringing Y/N and I something back?”

You whip your head towards him with a sour look as he volunteered you to stay with him- alone.

“Sure, text me what you want!” Matsuda exclaims cheerfully before leaving with the other detectives. 

The loud slam of the door echoing through the large half-vacant room did not draw your attention away from your work, as you were determined to remain focused.

“You know, Y/N,” Light stands up from his chair, approaching you from behind where you sat. You take in a breath, preparing yourself for the antics he was about to pull.

“You never did apologize to me.” He places his long slender hands on your shoulders from behind, slowly rubbing up and down.

“Apologize? What do I need to apologize for?”

“For being a fucking brat.”

Light abruptly grabs the sides of the chair and spins you around to face him, his nose almost poking yours and his hot breath tickling your face, flushing your cheeks red. You take the opportunity of your close proximity to lock eyes with him, slightly shaking your head no, your confidence unbreaking. 

With haste, Light knots a finger in your hair and roughly pulls you towards the nearest table, shoving you chest-first into it. He smacks your ass, earning a yelp from you. “How hard is it to follow fucking instructions? God, is your ego that big?”

He creeps his hand up your legs, dipping under your skirt and pulling your panties down to pool around your ankles. He runs his fingers up your slit, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “Just give into me...”

You shake your head as best you can with Light still gripping the roots of your hair and whine out a small “Nuh-uh.”

He dips two fingers inside you, curling his fingers upwords and making a beckoning motion inside of you. Quickly, he pulls his digits out, extending his hand to force you to suck on them. “Hmm, taste all that? It sure looks like you want to give into me...”

You pitifully whine around his fingers, pushing your backside to press against the bulge forming in his pants, asking for more.

“See? I knew you were needy for me.” He removes his fingers from your mouth and slips them back into your cunt, pumping in and out at a steady pace before adding a third finger. You pathetically squirm under his methodical movements; he was too good at this. You try to bite back your moans to save your confidence, but soon fail as Light scissors his fingers inside of you.

“Mm, I love the sounds you make, you sound like such a slut.”

Light increases his pace and depth, curling his fingers against your walls until his fingers were no longer visible. His manipulation of your senses drew your orgasam out quicker than you expected, causing you to clench against his digits. Light, sensing this, promptly removes his fingers from you, causing you to whine.

“Light...”

“What, you think I’m gonna let you finish?” He chuckles leaning down to speak in your ear, “Just say you’re sorry, Y/N. It’s not that hard, really.”

“I have nothing to apologize for.” You pant. 

He smacks your backside again, the hand-print stinging with the frustration building up inside the man. “Don’t talk back to me, brat. You know, you’re really being difficult and I don’t appreciate it. Maybe I should just leave you here...” He removes his grip from you and begins to walk away, and you’ve never felt more alone without your arch enemy.

“No, Light...” You bite your lip as you call him, the swing to your ego panging your chest.

“Hm, what’s that?”

“Light...” You look away, feeling embarrassment bubble inside your stomach.

“You only get what you beg for, Y/N. I can’t hear you...” He walks closer to you, a smirk forming on his lips as he backs you against the table, “C’mon, pet. Beg for me to fuck you, I know you want to.” He places a soft touch on your clit, rubbing it slowly in circles.

Against everything you’ve been fighting for this whole time, against your pride, your body was aching and obeyed, “Light, Kira, I need you so badly, please, please just fuck me already.”

“Hm, I don’t know. Are you sorry?”

“Yes, yes, I’m really sorry.”

“For what?” His tone grows more stern.

“For being a brat, for teasing you, for not listening to you, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, just please, touch me....”

Light hums in appreciation as he unbuckles his belt, tossing it on the floor and pulling himself out of his tan pants, “Mm, that’s Kira’s good girl, I knew you’d come around.” He pumps himself a few times, sliding the head of his cock up and down your slit, pushing slightly in every now and again just to evoke a mewl from you.

A slew of “please”s and begging whines spilled from your lips like a desperate prayer as Light continued his torturous teasing.

“You’re nothing but Kira’s pet, right?”

You nod rapidly.

“And you’d do anything for me? You’re mine, mine to use how I please and dispose of? Mine to use as a fucktoy?”

You nod again without question.

“Good, that’s what I like to hear.” Light rewards you, finally pushing himself inside of you after what felt like an eternity. He rocks his hips to meet yours as he stretches your walls out, the moans from both of you mixing in the echoey room.

“God, Y/N, you feel so good. All this time I’ve waited...”

“Fuck, Kira,” You cry, wrapping your legs around Light’s waist, pulling him as close as possible. Your fingers curl into the hard, cold desk beneath you in an attempt to grapple with the amount of stimulation you were receiving.

His forehead came to rest on yours as he pounded into you relentlessly, “God, you’re such a good little slut for me Y/N, yeah? Nothing but a dirty fucking slut for my cock, fuck you take me so well.”

“Light, I’m gonna cum...” Your loud moans were hiccuped by the rhythm of Light rocking into you.

“Cum for me Y/N, cum all over my cock like the slut you are, make a mess so everyone knows how good I make you feel, how you’re mine and only mine to use for my pleasure.”

The harsh words that tickled your face encouraged your on-coming orgasam as you soon came around Light. He continued to thrust into you until he threw his head back with a groan, cumming inside of you.

Light pulled himself out and tucked himself back into his pants, tidying up his appearance with still labored breath. “Don’t even bother to clean up,” He head tired at the sticky liquid that was leaking down your legs and dampening the table beneath you, “Everyone knows you’re just a slut anyways, might as well let them know you’re my slut.” He winks before leaving the main room, walking off into a seperate hallway presumably to collect himself.

You stood up from the table, still panting. The fight was over, you had lost. Lost. Lost to the man who always seemed to win despite being plagued by misfortune. You huff, pulling your clothes back on and allowing the sting of losing your pride battle with Light Yagami to overpower the pain you felt in your lower half.

[jrob64]

One Thrill Ride Leads to Another - Chapter 4 (More Thrilling Rides)

I’m sorry for the delay with this chapter, but it’s become a bit of a monster! It covers one day in Emma and Killian’s relationship, but the word count for the entire story is nearly doubled because it’s so long. I debated splitting it in two, and nearly drove my poor betas @hookedmom and @kmomof4​ crazy trying to decide whether to do that or not, but in the end, I kept it as one chapter. I hope the word count doesn’t put you off, and just so you know, the second half of it is what earns the story its M rating. 

Story Summary: While working at Universal’s Islands of Adventure, Killian Jones meets Emma Swan, slips his name and number into her phone, and later sends her a text asking her out. His snap decision could lead to her blocking his number, or to an adventure much more thrilling than a ride on a roller coaster. 

Rating: M

Words: (chapter 4) 12,718

The rest of the story on Tumblr: Ch 1  Ch 2  Ch 3

You can also read it on ffn and Ao3

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Killian didn’t want to admit how much he tossed and turned during the night, simply knowing that Emma was in the room right across from him. He wondered if she also had trouble sleeping when he heard her enter the bathroom at 6:30.

He went into the kitchen to start the coffee machine, and was bent over looking in the refrigerator when Emma walked in. Taking a moment to admire the view, she waited until he had straightened up before she made her presence known. “Good morning.”

He turned and smiled at her, taken aback once again by her beauty. She was dressed in the same shorts as the day before and a character shirt she had purchased at Disney Springs. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she was barefoot.

“Good morning, Swan. How did you sleep?”

“Not too bad. The coffee smells good.”

“I’m afraid I can’t offer you fancy blends like they have at Starbucks.”

“Then I guess you won’t expect me to pay seven dollars for a cup,” she grinned, causing him to laugh.

“What would you like for breakfast? Your choices are eggs, a couple of kinds of cereal, frozen waffles or I can make some pancakes.”

“Pancakes would be great! Are you a good cook?”

“I can hold my own. When I was growing up, I made dinner for Liam and Uncle Nemo so they would have something to eat as soon as they got home from work. At first, it was barely edible, but I improved as time went on.” He opened a cabinet door to take out a box of pancake mix.

“Can I help you?” she asked.

“Sure. Would you mind getting out the milk, butter and eggs?”

She crossed behind him to the refrigerator, quickly finding the requested items and setting them on the counter. “What else?”

“Grab a whisk out of the drawer beside the dishwasher and the measuring cups out of the cupboard above it,” he requested, while getting a bowl from the cabinet to his left and setting a large frying pan on the stove.

When everything was assembled, he began adding ingredients to the bowl while she whisked them together. Then he turned on the heat and added a slab of butter to the pan. Once it was melted, she watched him use a small plastic cup to scoop up the batter and pour it into the hot skillet, making three equally sized pancakes.

She watched with interest as he waited patiently to flip them over. “Aren’t you gonna check them?”

“No need. When these bubbles on the surface pop and don’t fill back in, it’s time to turn them.” After another minute, he slid a spatula under each one and expertly flipped them over. They were a perfect golden brown and began rising, looking light and fluffy.

“Whoa - you’re a master chef!” she praised.

He chuckled. “I doubt making pancakes earns anyone the title of master chef, Swan. Besides, they’re just from a box and you haven’t tasted them yet.”

“Well, they look delicious. Where are your plates?”

He used the spatula to point at a cupboard. She got out two plates, then pulled open a couple of drawers until she found the silverware to get forks. “Do you have syrup?” she questioned.

“There should be a bottle in the cabinet where I got the pancake mix.”

He piled the finished cakes on a plate and handed them to her. “The coffee should be ready - help yourself. There’s creamer on the top shelf in the fridge and sugar in the same cupboard as the syrup.”

“Can I fix one for you too?”

“Thanks, but I just take mine black.”

“I’ve never developed a taste for that. Ruby puts so much sugar in hers, she almost has to chew it, and M’s only drinks tea.” She took two mugs from the drying rack beside the sink and filled them with coffee, handed one to Killian, added a spoonful of sugar and a splash of creamer to hers, then stirred them in.

Taking the plate of pancakes, she poured syrup over the stack, walked around to the other side of the counter, sat down, and began eating. The satisfied moan she made when she took the first bite shot straight to his groin and he made sure he was facing the stove so she wouldn’t see the evidence.

“These are amazing, Killian! Best pancakes I’ve ever had.”

“I’m happy to hear that,” he beamed, sliding three more onto another plate for himself. “I wish I could offer you some bacon or sausage to go with them. Pancakes are usually better with some kind of meat.”

Emma tried to control her smirk, since the mention of sausage turned her mind toward inappropriate thoughts. Before her face could betray her, she took a sip of her coffee. “This is plenty. I’m not used to eating a big breakfast. I usually just have a bowl of cereal or a Pop Tart.”

They finished eating while discussing the things they were looking forward to doing at the water park. Working together, they cleaned up the kitchen, then Killian excused himself to take a shower.

While Emma was waiting for him, she called Mary Margaret. As soon as her friend answered, Emma said, “Hey, M’s. How are you guys doing?”

“We’re fine. How is your vacation going? What are you and Ruby planning to do today?”

“We’re going to Volcano Bay, but uh, it won’t be just the two of us.”

“What do you mean?”

“We…we met a couple of guys.” Knowing what was going to happen next, she pulled the phone away from her ear.

Sure enough, Mary Margaret let out a loud squeal. “You did? How did you meet them? What are their names?

“They both work at Universal, one at Islands of Adventure, the other at Harry Potter World in the main park. His name is Graham. He and Ruby are together.”

“What about your guy? What’s his name?”

Emma hesitated a moment before replying, “Killian.”

“Huh,” Mary Margaret said thoughtfully, and Emma knew it was only a matter of seconds before her friend began putting the pieces together. “David’s best friend is named Killian and he works at…WAIT! Are you talking about Killian Jones? Dark hair, blue eyes, has a bit of an Irish accent?”

“Yep, that’s him,” Emma answered, unable to keep the smile out of her voice.

“OH MY GOSH! What are the odds of that happening? How on earth did you two get together?”

Emma related the story of their meeting - how he asked her out on a date and what they had done together in the past two days, while Mary Margaret reacted with appropriate sounds of delight every now and then.

Just as she was finishing her explanation, Killian came out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. He went directly into his bedroom, but Emma still had the perfect vantage point to see him. She suddenly found it difficult to speak as her mouth went dry at the sight of his bare chest, covered with just the right amount of chest hair to be sexy, without giving him the look of a grizzly bear. His arms and torso were toned and muscular, and his towel-dried hair was sticking out in all different directions, which looked sexy as hell.

She didn’t realize how long she sat with her tongue seemingly glued to the roof of her mouth, until Mary Margaret’s voice cut through her haze of lustful thoughts. “Emma? Emma? Did we get cut off?”

Emma gave her head a quick shake as she admonished herself. You better get used to it; you’re gonna see him like that all day at the waterpark. “Oh, um, yeah, I mean no, we didn’t get cut off. I’m still here.”

“Did Killian tell you he’s moving to Boston in August?” Mary Margaret asked. “David can hardly wait until he’s living closer. They’ve been friends since sixth grade, when Killian moved in with his uncle. They stay in touch, but because their colleges were so far apart, they’ve barely seen each other in the last five years.”

“Yeah, he told me. That’s how I found out he knew you and David. In all the times you’ve tried to set me up with guys, why haven’t you ever told me about him?”

“I’ve only met him once, when he was home for Christmas and stopped by David’s mother’s house. I liked him, but trying to get you to go out with guys who live in close proximity to you has been like pulling teeth. I knew better than to try with somebody who lived over a thousand miles away.”

“Well, now we’ve met and…” her voice dropped to almost a whisper, “I think he’s a really great guy, M’s.”

“Oh, Emma, I’m so happy to hear that!” Over the phone, Emma heard a door close in the background and David’s familiar voice greeting his girlfriend. Mary Margaret responded excitedly, “Sweetheart, guess what? Emma met Killian at Universal when he held her phone while she rode the Velocicoaster, and now they’re together!”

“Well, not really together together…” Emma tried to correct, but what David was saying made her pause.

“You mean it was Emma’s phone he hijacked?”

“You knew?” Emma asked, while Mary Margaret questioned, “Hijacked? What are you talking about?”

“Killian called me,” David started to explain, and just then, Killian emerged from his bedroom, clad in a pair of royal blue swim trunks and a faded Van Halen T-shirt.

“Would you like another cup of coffee, Swan?” he asked quietly, hoping to not interrupt her phone conversation.

“Is he there?” David asked, and Emma suddenly felt like she was a ping-pong ball, being bounced between three different people.

“Yeah, he just came in.”

“He’s in your hotel room?” David’s voice rose a bit in volume as he took on his protective big brother personna.

“No, I’m at his apartment.”

Killian blinked hard as his brows shot up his forehead. “Who are you talking to?”

At the same time, David was nearly shouting, “Why are you at his apartment?” while Mary Margaret said, “Calm down, David! She said nothing happened.”

Emma had had enough. “Okay, everybody stop talking for a minute! Killian, I’m talking to M’s and David. David, Killian invited me to stay because Ruby was taking Graham back to our hotel room and I really didn’t want to be in the same room with them. M’s is right - nothing happened between Killian and me, except some kissing…”

“YOU KISSED HIM?”

“Jeez, David! I’m an adult, not your fourteen-year-old sister,” Emma groaned.

“Put it on speaker phone,” Killian requested. After she complied, he said, “Hey, Dave. What seems to be the problem?”

“The problem,” David huffed, “is that you violated Emma’s privacy to ask her out and now you’re…you’re violating her again!”

“By kissing her?” Killian asked, in an affronted tone, while Emma said, “He didn’t violate me!”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Mary Margaret cut in. “I need to catch up, David. So Killian called you and told you about getting Emma’s name and number out of her phone…”

“But he didn’t tell me it was Emma,” David interrupted.

“I didn’t know you knew her,” Killian clarified.

“Did you tell him to ask her out?” Mary Margaret questioned her boyfriend.

“He asked me if I thought he should, and I told him it would probably be okay, since she could block him if she was too creeped out or angry… but I didn’t know it was Emma!”

“Why would it have made a difference if you knew who it was?” Killian asked. Sitting beside him, Emma was grumbling about David being overprotective, and in the background on the other end of the phone, they heard Mary Margaret saying, “And that makes a difference because…?”

“Because she’s like a little sister to me!”

Emma’s eyes widened and softened a bit at his declaration, before she said, “I would be more like a younger sister, not a little one, since you’re only a few months older than me, you idiot.”

Killian grinned, then cleared his throat. “So you’re saying you wouldn’t want me to date your sister?”

“Isn’t he your best friend?” Emma added.

“He is, but…” David mumbled, while Mary Margaret folded her arms and gave him a fierce look. “But…the way he got your information was completely inappropriate. Surely you don’t approve of what he did, do you Emma?”

“If it bothered you that much, why did you say you thought it was okay to ask the girl out?” Mary Margaret asked.

“Well, he…he seemed hellbent on doing it,” David spluttered. “What did you think when you got the text, Emma?”

“I was a little upset at first, but when I met him, he assured me he’d never done anything like that before. He said he took the risk so he could have a chance to see me again.”

“Isn’t that romantic?” Mary Margaret sighed.

David stared at her disbelievingly. “Romantic? It’s criminal!”

Killian groaned and pushed his hands through his hair, while Emma admonished, “Oh, come on, David, lighten up. You might not like what he did, but it turned out fine. We’re spending some time together, getting to know each other, and…”

“And?” David asked when Emma’s voice trailed off.

Emma looked at Killian, her face reddening. “And…I really like him.”

His smile lit up his face and he reached over to take her hand. “I really like her, too,” he said softly.

“See, David? Romantic,” Mary Margaret stated, lightly slapping him in the chest.

David sighed in resignation. “I guess it would be kind of nice if your best friend is dating my best friend. Unless they break up, that is…then it would just be awkward.”

“Don’t be so negative, Sweetheart. Just let them date and enjoy themselves.”

“Fine…but don’t you break her heart, Jones. I can still kick your ass, if necessary.”

Killian looked at her as he smiled and softly sang, “I won’t go breaking her heart.”

*********

Despite Ruby’s assurance that she and Graham would be ready to go at eight-fifteen, Emma opted to knock on the hotel room door instead of using her key card. Graham opened the door, looking tired but happy.

“Killian has your swim trunks,” she told him. “He’s waiting for you in the lobby.”

“Okay, thanks. Hey, Red,” he called over his shoulder, “Emma’s here and I’m going downstairs. See you there!”

“I miss you already!” came Ruby’s reply.

Emma closed the door behind him and ventured into the bedroom, which was in complete disarray. Her brows nearly hit her hairline as she surveyed the scene. “What in the world happened…” she asked, a note of disbelief in her voice. “You know what? I don’t even want to know.”

Ruby was already dressed in a red one-piece swimsuit, with diamond shaped sections cut out above both hips and on her belly, extending up between her breasts. She grinned at Emma from in front of the window, where she was digging through her suitcase. “It was quite a night, Em! Graham is the most passionate lover I’ve ever had.”

“What part of ‘I don’t want to know’ did you not understand?”

“Okay, I won’t go into any details,” she said with a smirk.

“I appreciate that,” Emma said, pulling a coral colored swimsuit out of the dresser drawer. “I’m gonna change in the bathroom and do some touch-up shaving. It is safe to go in there, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, we didn’t christen the bathroom…yet. Maybe we’ll get to it tonight.”

“I guess that means I’ll be staying at Killian’s apartment again tonight.”

“I’m sure you won’t mind. How many rooms did you two christen there?”

“We didn’t.”

“Come again?”

“We watched a movie then went to bed…in separate rooms.”

Ruby straightened up and put her hands on her hips. “What are you waiting for?” she asked incredulously. “You only have one more night with him!”

“Not necessarily,” Emma said cryptically. “Did you and Graham talk about anything last night?”

“Depends on what you mean by talking. We said things like ‘harder’ and ‘faster’ and…”

“Stop!” Emma begged, momentarily squeezing her eyes shut at Ruby’s response. “I mean, did you discuss anything about what might happen after we go back home?”

Ruby sobered at Emma’s words. “No, we didn’t want to think about that.”

“He’s moving to Boston.”

“Who? Killian?”

“Yes, and Graham.”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP! If you are lying to me, Emma Swan,” she warned, “I’m going to…”

“I’m not lying. Killian told me last night. He’s starting his master’s program at BU and Graham is going to train to become a park ranger.”

Ruby let out a loud squeal. “Omigod! Omigod! Omigod! I can’t believe it! I’ve got to go talk to him!” She threw a cover up over her head, grabbed a beach towel and her bag, then turned to run out of the room.

“Wait! Do you have…”

“I have Graham and that’s all I need!” she tossed over her shoulder, then slammed the door behind her.

Emma laughed and shook her head as she went into the bathroom.

*********

Graham and Killian were sitting in lounge chairs when Ruby came flying into the lobby, flinging herself into Graham’s lap and planting kisses all over his face. When she finally pulled back after several long moments, she gasped, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you what?” he asked, trying to catch his breath from her onslaught.

“That you’re moving to Boston!”

Graham’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, his mouth opening and closing like a fish.

“Emma just told me. Is it true?”

“Yes, it’s true. I’m hoping to become a park ranger there. Why?”

“Emma and I live in Boston!”

Graham’s jaw dropped and he blinked numerous times before finally stammering, “Y-you do? That…that’s fantastic news, Ruby!” He wrapped her in a crushing hug, burying his face in the crease of her neck.

“Wait a minute,” Killian said. “Do you mean to tell me you never asked her where she was from?”

Ruby turned around to fix him with a glare. “You didn’t know Emma lived there until last night, did you?”

His face reddened. “Point taken.”

Facing Graham once again, she said, “When are you moving?”

“At the end of August. Killian is moving three weeks before me because his classes at BU are starting, but I’m gonna stay to work for another couple of weeks and finish out the lease.”

She hugged him tightly. “How will I survive without you until then?”

“Well, we can Facetime or they do have something called phone sex, Red,” he quipped with a rougish grin.

“Whelp, I think I’ll go wait for Emma by the elevator,” Killian stated, pushing himself out of the chair and hurrying away from the oblivious couple.

He paced back and forth while he waited, wondering what type of swimsuit Emma would be wearing and how he was going to handle seeing her in it all day. He was sure, whatever she wore, she was going to look sinfully sexy in it.

A few minutes passed until he heard the ding of the arriving elevator and halted his pacing in front of the door. When it opened, he gulped at the sight of her. He couldn’t see her suit under the white, tunic-style cover up, but because it was only long enough to brush the very tops of her thighs, it did give him a very good view of her long, tanned and toned legs.

“Hey, I’m sorry to keep you waiting. I wanted to throw some things into a bag for tonight, because Ruby pretty much told me that she and Graham will be, um…using the hotel room again. Do you mind company for one more night?” she asked, shyly.

“Of course not,” he assured her.

“Thank you, Killian,” she said, taking his hand to walk toward the lobby.

They found the other couple still wrapped around one another. “Ready to go, Rubes?” Emma asked.

Ruby untangled herself from Graham and stood, pulling him up behind her. “Yep! Time to hit the waterslides and wave pool! Did you order an Uber?”

“Actually, I drove today,” Killian informed her.

“I didn’t know you had a car,” Ruby said. “Why did you use an Uber the last two days if you can drive instead?”

“I rode into work with a friend on Monday and I don’t drive if there’s a chance I could be drinking.”

“Wait until you see his car,” Emma said over her shoulder as they walked out the sliding doors ahead of the other couple. “It’s so cool!”

When they stopped in front of a black Chevy Chevelle SS, Ruby’s eyes grew huge. “This badass car is yours?”

“Aye. My brother and I restored it after my senior year of high school, with some help from David.”

“Oh, I didn’t get a chance to tell you that Killian is David’s best friend,” Emma informed Ruby. “So he knows M’s, too.”

Ruby’s eyes got even wider as her mouth dropped open. “Are you serious?” she screeched.

“I’ve known him since I was twelve,” Killian said, unlocking and opening the passenger side door, then moving the front seat forward. “I’ve only met Mary Margaret once, though. I haven’t been back to Boston often since moving down here, and when I do go back, I spend most of my time with my brother and uncle.”

“Once both of you move to Boston, we’re gonna have to have a big ol’ party!” Ruby declared, climbing into the back seat.

Graham followed her in, then Killian returned the front seat to its position and ushered Emma in, closing the door after she was settled.

They had plenty to talk about on the way to Volcano Bay, sharing stories of David and Mary Margaret and exclaiming over and over again about the numerous coincidences of the whole situation. The parking lot was just beginning to fill up when they arrived and they had to wait in a short line at guest relations to purchase the discounted tickets, before passing through the gates.

“I suggest we rent a large locker first,” Graham said, once they were inside the park. “That way, we won’t have to worry about our stuff being stolen while we’re away from our chairs.”

“Good idea, Wolfman,” Ruby praised, looping her arm through his.

They quickly stored their belongings, keeping their towels, sunscreen and sunglasses, and went in search of beach chairs in a convenient area of the park. It didn’t take them long to find four chairs together, where they spread out their towels. The guys tugged their shirts over their heads while Emma and Ruby removed their cover ups.

As soon as Killian laid eyes on Emma in her high cut swimsuit, his mouth went dry and his cock twitched in his trunks. Catching her eyes, he could see the hunger in her gaze, too.

Tendrils of heat were coursing through her as she took in his body, now clad only in low-slung swim trunks. She had gotten a brief glimpse of him after his shower earlier that morning, but standing this close to him made her long to run her fingertips over the defined muscles of his chest and arms.

“Now we’re all gonna do the responsible thing and put on sunscreen before we do anything else, right?” Ruby stated emphatically, handing the bottle to Graham, who was taking in her suit with hungry eyes. “I don’t want to get so sunburned that it hinders other, more enjoyable activities tonight. I’d like to maintain the option of being flat on my back.” Graham returned her wink, then eagerly took the bottle, squirted some into his hands and started applying it to her exposed skin.

Killian looked at Emma. “I can put some on your back, if you’d like.”

“Sure,” she said, plucking the bottle off of her towel and tossing it to him. Then she sat on the end of the chaise lounge and pulled her ponytail over her shoulder.

He straddled the seat behind her and popped open the lid, pouring a generous amount into his palm. After rubbing his hands together, he began smoothing it over her back, spreading his hands toward her shoulders.

Emma closed her eyes and bit her lower lip as his fingers massaged her skin. Every swipe of his hand spread a warmth through her that had nothing to do with the sun, and everything to do with her attraction to him. It was all she could do not to moan at his touch.

At the same time, Killian was fighting with his libido, too. Her skin was soft and silky beneath his fingers and he wanted to explore more of it. A lot more. When he finished liberally applying the lotion, he was disappointed not to have an excuse to keep touching her, at least for the time being.

“All done,” he informed her, rising from the chair.

She gave him an appreciative smile and took the bottle from him. He bent to retrieve his own bottle and when he turned toward her again, the feelings he had just fought down rose to the surface again. She was slathering lotion on her chest with her shoulder straps pulled down a bit so she could get underneath, giving him a tantalizing peek at the top of her breasts.

Swallowing hard, he sat down on his own chair to hide the evidence of his reaction, and busied himself with applying sunscreen to his legs and the tops of his feet. Every once in a while, he would sneak a glance at Emma, just to see her rubbing lotion on the glistening skin of her arms and legs. He knew sunscreen was supposed to protect people, but he was beginning to think it was going to be the death of him.

“Want some help with that?” her voice cut through his thoughts.

Her question caught him off-guard, wondering if she was offering to help him with the issue she was responsible for causing. Surely she wasn’t suggesting what his mind was picturing? He shifted in his seat, hoping his trunks weren’t noticeably tented. “Um, with what?”

“Putting sunscreen on your back.”

“Oh, uh, yeah. That would be great, thanks.”

Only it wasn’t great when her hands touched his heated skin. It caused his problem to continue to grow and by the time she was finished, he was well past half-mast, wondering if he was going to be able to hide it when he stood up.

The contact was affecting Emma, too. She spent far longer than necessary rubbing her hands across the broad expanse of his back, over his shoulders, and down his biceps, her fingers on his bare skin sending sensual and pleasurable shivers throughout her body.

“Are you guys ready?” Graham asked, bursting the bubble of lust around the couple. Emma gave Killian’s shoulders one more squeeze, then stood up on wobbly legs.

“Where,” Killian began, his voice cracking on the word. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Uh, what do you want to do first?”

“I think a nice, cool dip in the wave pool sounds good,” Ruby said. “Why don’t we start there since we’re close to it anyway?”

“Makes sense to me,” Graham agreed. “How about you guys?”

Killian sighed in relief. Cool water within close proximity was just what he needed. He looked at Emma, who nodded with an eager look on her face. “We’re in. Lead the way, Ruby,” he said.

Waiting until all of them turned to walk away, he stood up, adjusted himself the best he could in his swim trunks, and waddled after them.

*********

Their day at the waterpark was nothing short of amazing. It was a bit overcast and threatened rain, but the park remained crowded until mid-afternoon. Even though they had to wait in long lines for some of the most popular slides, they still had a great time talking and laughing together.

They stayed in the wave pool for the first half hour, all of them trying their hand at body surfing in the bigger waves. Emma was hesitant at first, but after watching her friends and seeing how much fun they were having, she decided to try it.

After attempting to ride her first wave and coming up sputtering, Killian was there pulling her to him. “Good form, Swan! You appear to be a natural!”

She clung to him, her arms wrapped around his neck. Caught up in the excitement of the moment, she kissed him deeply, until another wave splashed into them and knocked them over, pushing them underwater.

Once they exited the wave pool, they moved on to some individual slides, then tried the Krakatau Aqua Coaster, followed by the Kala and Tai Nui Serpentine Slides. By the time they were done with them, they were all feeling hunger pangs and went back to the locker for money, to buy food at Bambu and drinks from the Dancing Dragons Boat Bar.

Feeling the need to take it easy after eating, they drifted around the park on the Kopiko Wai Winding River, Ruby and Graham sharing a double innertube, while Emma and Killian floated beside each other in separate tubes with their fingers linked together most of the time.

The rest of the afternoon was spent alternating between being in the water and taking a break on the lounge chairs. A rain shower finally passed through mid-afternoon, but already being wet, they didn’t mind.

The more time Emma and Killian spent together, the more affectionate they were with each other. There was hardly a time when they weren’t touching somehow, whether it was holding hands as they moved to another attraction, squeezed together on an innertube for a water ride, or sharing kisses as they sat together on a chaise lounge. They were falling hard for each other and blatantly ignored any part of their brain that tried to tell them it was a bad idea because they hadn’t known one another long enough.

By six o’clock, they had all had enough water and sun, and decided to rinse off the chlorine under one of the outside showers, change and head back to the hotel, stopping to pick up fast food along the way. Judging by the sounds coming from the back seat, Emma was reminded that she would be staying at Killian’s apartment again that night, and found she was very excited about it. She’d had good reasons for not allowing things to go too far with him the night before, but after the day they’d spent together, those reasons seemed moot now.

When they dropped Ruby and Graham off at the hotel, Emma reminded her, “Don’t forget we need to leave for the airport by three o’clock, so you have to be packed and ready to go by two-thirty.”

Ruby’s lip stuck out as she pouted. “Fine, but it might take me a while to figure out how to fit Graham into my carry-on.”

“I have to be at work by two o’clock anyway, Red,” Graham said somberly. “What time does your shift start, Killian?”

“Same time. I wish we could take you ladies to the airport.”

“It’s no big deal,” Emma said, trying not to sound disappointed. “You wouldn’t be able to see us to our gate or go very far into the terminal with us anyway.”

“Why do they call it a terminal?” Ruby huffed. “It sounds so ominous. Maybe I should just forget about getting on a big, scary airplane and stay here.”

“I doubt your boss would appreciate that,” Emma said.

“Oh, Jefferson can bite me. He has yet to consider me a valuable employee. Maybe he needs to be without me for a while longer to truly appreciate me.” Turning to Graham, she added, “Don’t worry, I didn’t mean he could literally bite me. That privilege belongs exclusively to you, Wolfie.”

“And on that note, I think it’s time for us to leave,” Emma groaned. She was secretly glad they had an excuse to depart the hotel quickly, because she was anxious to get back to Killian’s apartment and act on the feelings that had been simmering between them all day.

Killian chuckled and shifted the car into gear, not wanting to waste a minute of the remaining time he had with Emma, whose mere presence in his passenger seat was making his blood boil with desire.

They waved goodbye to their friends and Killian pulled away from the curb. When Emma’s hand found its way to his thigh, he thought he was going to lose control of the car. His nerve endings were on edge after all the stimulating touches they shared throughout the day and he didn’t know how he was going to maneuver his car through the streets if she kept rubbing his leg like she was doing now.

“Swan,” he gritted out, “please…I can’t…you’re going to…”

“You want me to stop?” she asked innocently.

“Want you to? No. Need you to? Yes. I don’t want to get a ticket for erratic driving because of your…magic fingers.”

“Magic fingers, huh?” she giggled. “I guess I’ll just have to wait until we get there to put these magic fingers to work, then.”

He glanced over at her as she pulled her hand away. “It’s bad form to tease a man, Swan,” he said jokingly.

Her face sobered. “I’m not teasing you, Killian.”

“Are you saying what I think, uh, hope you’re saying?” he asked, his hands tightening around the steering wheel.

Emma hesitated. She wasn’t usually good at expressing herself, but somehow she knew that sharing her feelings with Killian would be worth it. “I know I told you last night I didn’t want things to move too fast and ruin what could be a very good thing, but today has shown me how…how much I like being with you. You’re fun, considerate and sweet…and you’re not bad looking, either,” she said with a smirk. “I know some people might consider it to be too soon, but as you put it the other night, what the hell? It doesn’t matter to me what others will think.” She took a deep breath before continuing. “You took the risk of asking me out and I took one by accepting, and I don’t regret it one bit. Taking this next step, well…it might be a risk, but it just feels…right.”

Killian had never wished to be home as much as he did at that moment. It was all he could do to continue concentrating on driving as her words sank in. Speeding up a little to get through a yellow light before it turned red, he swallowed hard before answering. “I, um…I’m very happy to hear you say that, Swan. I was planning to try to rein in my…my desires tonight, but it was going to be the hardest thing I’ve ever done. You don’t know how many times I’ve had to calm myself down today because just touching you was affecting me so much. But it’s more than just a physical attraction; it’s absolutely everything about you. I’m incredibly drawn to you, Emma.”

He pulled into the parking garage for the apartment complex and quickly swung the car into his assigned space. Cutting the engine, he turned to face her. “Just so we’re on the same page, when we get inside the apartment, all of the restraint I’ve exercised today is going by the wayside. Are you sure that’s what you want?”

She took his hand and leaned across the console to press her lips to his. “I’m very sure,” she murmured.

They released their seat belts and he threw his door open, hurrying around the car to open the passenger door for her. She grabbed her bag from the floor before sliding out of the seat, immediately wrapping her free arm around his waist once she was on her feet. He pushed the door closed then snaked his arm across her back to grip her bare shoulder.

They exited the parking garage and made their way down the sidewalk, both of them wishing his apartment was closer than three buildings away. When they finally reached his building, Killian fumbled with his key for a few frustrating seconds before fitting it into the lock. Once inside, he turned toward the stairs, explaining that they would be faster than waiting for the elevator.

By the time they arrived in front of his apartment door, both of them were out of breath. His hands were still shaking a bit as he opened the door and waved Emma inside ahead of him. As soon as the door clicked shut behind him, she dropped her bag and turned to him, grabbing him by the front of his T-shirt and pulling him to her. Their lips came together in a manic frenzy, a clash of teeth and tongues; their moans filling the quiet of the apartment.

Killian began walking her backwards through the kitchen and living room, never separating their lips. His hands weren’t still either, as they roamed up inside her tank top, over the enticing skin of her back and her right breast.

Meanwhile, she was already fumbling with the button of his shorts with one hand, the other one anchored in the hair at the nape of his neck. She gasped into his mouth when her elbow made contact with the doorframe of his bedroom.

“Sorry,” he mumbled. “You okay?”

“Mmhmm,” she assured him, sucking his bottom lip between her teeth. Sliding her hand down his chest to join her other one, she was finally able to undo the button and slide his zipper down, thrilled to feel the hard ridge of his cock beneath it.

“S-Swan,” he murmured, tugging at the hem of her shirt, “need this off.” She raised her arms quickly to honor his request, then dropped them again to shove his shorts down over his hips. His mouth was busy sucking and licking down her throat, craving the sweetness of her skin, still tinged with the lingering scent of sunscreen.

“God,” she panted.

“Killian will do,” he smirked, before latching onto the swell of her breast just above the lace of her bra. Her head dropped back and she moaned, her hands gliding up his sides under his shirt. He allowed her to remove it, then it was his turn to unfasten her shorts and push them down.

She took another step back and her knees made contact with the bed. As she plopped down on it, she looked up at him through her lashes, watching his eyes drinking in her barely clothed body.

“You are breathtaking,” he whispered.

“So are you, Killian. I…it was so hard keeping my hands off of you today.”

“Well, you don’t have to anymore, ” he said, his eyebrows moving flirtatiously.

“Is that an invitation?” she asked, coyly.

“Definitely. I’m all yours, Love.”

Her brows raised. “Love?” she questioned.

His tongue darted out to wet his lips. “Sorry. It’s an Irish endearment.”

“Don’t be sorry. I…like it.” She scooted over to the middle of the bed and tugged on his hand to encourage him to join her.

Once he was settled beside her, she reached around and unhooked her bra. He held his breath as the fabric loosened and she let the straps fall down her arms, baring herself to him. “Holy hell,” he breathed, his eyes fastened on her perfect breasts. His fingers stretched toward them and he glanced up to ask permission with his eyes. She bit her lip and gave him a slight nod, but before proceeding, he leaned in and brushed a kiss across her lips.

She sighed and then let out a small gasp as his fingertips made contact with her nipples, which were already pebbled with desire. He kept his left hand on her right breast, his thumb strumming against her sensitive peak, as he lowered his mouth to the other. Heat shot through her as he sucked a mark into the soft flesh, and she squirmed when he moved his mouth to leave two more marks in quick succession.

Feeling it was only fair to bring him pleasure too, her fingers tickled their way down his belly and under the waistband of his boxer briefs. When they brushed against his tip, he drew in a ragged breath, his fingers and thumb rolling her nipple between them. She ran her thumb over his slit as he tongued the rosy bud of her left breast and drew it into his mouth.

Her hand continued to find its way down his hard-as-steel length and she closed her eyes, panting for breath. The combination of feeling how big he was and the wicked things he was doing with his fingers and mouth was already putting her on edge. She arched her back, silently begging for more.

Killian was more than happy to oblige. His hand continued to manipulate her breast as his talented mouth began moving down the silky skin of her belly, intent on reaching the prize still hidden by her scrap of underwear.

Unable to keep stroking him as he moved down her body, her hands found their way into his hair, which was the perfect length to grip. He nosed at her panties, finding them soaked through, and sucked the material into his mouth. Her legs fell open as she drew her feet up beside him and she let out a long groan of yearning, “Killiannnnn…”

“Fuck, you taste good,” he growled. Backing away from her slightly, he swiftly removed her final piece of clothing, then dove back in, his tongue licking through her folds.

“Killian, I…I…” Emma panted, yanking on his hair to pull him away.

He looked up at her, taking in her flushed cheeks and wide eyes. “Have you never had anyone do that to you before, Emma?”

She shook her head. “N-no.”

“You didn’t like it?”

“I…I did, but…did you?”

“Mmm, very much. Have you ever tasted yourself?”

Her eyes widened even more and her mouth dropped open. “People really…do that?”

“Would you like to?”

She hesitated several moments before finally giving him a slight nod. “Okay.”

He grinned and dipped his head again, gathering more of her arousal on his tongue, then scooted up her body, kissing her deeply when he reached her mouth. As the tang hit her tongue, she gasped, but didn’t have time to respond because down below, he was sliding his fingers through her slickness. He broke the kiss and brought his glistening fingers up between them. Holding them against her lips, he slowly licked them, his eyes inviting her to do the same. Hesitantly, she slid her tongue up the other side and he smiled at her. “Delicious, yeah?”

“I…it’s…different,” she whispered. He popped his fingers into his mouth and sucked the rest of her essence off of them. “Do you always do that?” she asked.

His eyes grew serious. “I don’t really have that much experience, but one girl I was with a couple of times during my second year of college introduced me to it. I haven’t done it since, but your scent was so damn enticing. If you don’t like it, I won’t…”

“I didn’t say that,” she interrupted. “It’s just new to me. I liked the way it felt to have…to have your mouth on me. And your fingers, too.”

“Shall we explore what else feels good to you?”

“Isn’t it my turn to make you feel good?”

“Trust me, Love. I’m enjoying all of this.”

She pushed herself up. “Yeah, but I’m sure you’ll enjoy this even more.” She made quick work of disposing of his underwear, her heart pounding as she uncovered his impressive shaft. After tossing his briefs on the floor, she positioned herself over him and slowly ran her tongue up the underside of his cock. Hearing the quick intake of his breath, she smiled and did it again, this time followed by her hand wrapping around him.

“Emma, gods,�� he sighed, reaching back to grip the pillow behind his head. As she took his head into her hot mouth and slowly slid her hand up and down his length, he gritted his teeth against the sudden influx of sensations invading his body. She continued to stroke and suck him, taking him a little deeper each time, until he felt a small spasm pass through his cock. Quickly, he moved his hands to cup her cheeks, pulling her off of him and tipping her head up so he could look into her eyes. “I need you to stop, Love.”

A flash of disappointment crossed her face. “You don’t like it?”

He chuckled. “Oh, I like it. I like it very much, but if you keep it up, I’m going to lose control.”

She dropped her eyes as her cheeks filled with color. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, Love. Come here,” he said, encouraging her to move up beside him. When they were face to face, he wrapped one arm around her, while his other hand brushed strands of hair away from her face. “What you were doing felt amazing, but this is our first time, Sweetheart, and I want to come inside you, not…not that way.”

“Okay. I just don’t want to do something wrong.”

“You can’t do anything wrong as long as it feels good, Emma. Just relax and enjoy it, and I’m going to do the same.”

The pinched look of worry on her face eased as a bright smile crossed it. “I can do that,” she assured him. Wrapping her arm around his neck, she pulled him to her for a kiss, delving into his mouth with her tongue and making him moan with pleasure. As it grew more heated, she shifted her body until it was covering his, her breasts rubbing against the coarse hair on his chest and her center meeting his erection.

Both of them groaned in unison at the contact and he grabbed her hips, urging her to slide up and down him. After a few passes over him, she rose up too far and his cock slipped behind her, rubbing between her cheeks. “Omigod,” she gasped, throwing her head back and planting her hands on his chest.

His eyes fixed on her breasts bouncing in front of his face. His hands moved to them, squeezing them gently and strumming his thumbs across her nipples. “You’re so perfect,” he said in a low, sultry voice.

“Killian, I…I…”

He could hear the desperation in her tone and knew she was close. Moving one hand to grip her hip and hold her steady, he took hold of himself with the other and rubbed the head of his cock against her clit. Almost immediately, she climaxed, falling over the edge with a cry of his name. He could feel her spasming against him and quickly rolled them, reversing their position. While her head thrashed back and forth on the pillow in ecstasy, he reached for the drawer of his bedside table while two fingers of his other hand slipped inside her to feel the throb.

Emma’s eyes were still tightly closed, his actions serving to prolong her orgasm. He leaned down to whisper in her ear, “Are you ready for me, Love?”

In response, she let her knees fall to the bed and opened her eyes. “Please,” she whimpered, and he gently removed his fingers.

He was glad he always kept a supply of condoms, although he rarely had an opportunity to use them. He used his teeth to help rip open the package and spat it on the floor, then rolled the condom over himself with shaking fingers.

“I’ll go slow so I don’t hurt you.” At her nod, he shifted his body between her legs and, positioning himself at her entrance, pushed forward until just the belled head was inside her. Looking up, he asked, “Are you okay, Emma?”

“Yeah. More,” she gasped.

Slowly, he inched forward, filling her with his rock hard shaft and gritting his teeth to ward off his own orgasm as he slid into her still-throbbing walls. When he was fully seated, he dropped down to his forearms on both sides of her body, resting his forehead against hers. “You feel so…so incredible.”

Her arms draped over his back, scratching at his skin. “So do you, but I need you to move.”

“As you wish,” he grinned before leaving a kiss on her lips, then shifted his pelvis to nearly slide out of her. He felt her hands work their way down his back to squeeze his ass and took the cue to push back inside her.

“Faster,” she breathed.

He dropped back down, gripping her shoulders from underneath. With her encouragement, he experimented with how fast and deep to enter her and soon had a rhythm established that rocketed them toward the ultimate bliss.

“K-Killian…I need…” she panted.

“Tell me…what you need…Swan,” he gritted out.

“On top. Let me…be on top.”

He raised his head to look at her, his sweaty bangs flopping into his eyes. She was biting her lip, her eyes wild with the same craving he felt. Nodding, he regretfully slipped out of her, making her whine. Quickly, he flipped over onto his back beside her and she moved immediately to straddle him, sliding her wet cunt over his cock. When she had her knees anchored beside his hips, she reached between them to position him at her entrance and ground down on him.

Loud groans of pleasure from both of them filled the air. Emma adjusted her position until he was fully engulfed within her, then planted her hands on his chest and began pumping up and down.

“Th-that’s it, Love. Ride me…hard,” he urged. He couldn’t resist the temptation to palm her perfect breasts as her chest heaved with the ragged breaths she was taking. Her control was slipping with every thrust down on his cock and he could tell she was getting close. Moving his hand down, he located her clit and gave it a light pinch.

His action had the desired effect. She shattered, her spine straightening and her head falling back as she shouted his name. Her hands left his chest to grasp her own breasts, her whole body shaking with the power of her orgasm.

It was one of the most beautiful sights Killian had ever seen. He gripped her hips firmly and thrust up into her with short, powerful strokes; once, twice, three times, then he joined her in ecstasy. His head snapped up off the pillow as her name fell out of his mouth and their bodies convulsed together.

When the intensity of their climaxes subsided a bit, Emma collapsed on top of him. Once their hammering hearts started to slow and their breathing became less erratic, he muttered, “That was…”

“The most exciting ride I’ve been on this whole vacation,” she finished, grinning against the skin of his neck.

His laugh rumbled against her cheek. “I’m very happy to hear that, Swan.”

They lay together for several more minutes, pressed against the bare skin that had been teasing them all day. Finally, Killian sighed regretfully. “I guess we should clean up, yeah?”

She folded her arms across his chest and looked into his face. “You don’t want to do that?”

“I’m rather comfortable right where I am,” he answered, wiggling his hips to emphasize the fact that his flaccid length was still inside her.

“Mmm, I agree, but getting cleaned up could be fun, too,” she smirked.

He crooked an eyebrow at her. “Why, Swan, are you suggesting we have shower sex?”

Her face became a mask of exaggerated innocence. “Shower sex? I’ve never heard of such a thing!”

Killian rolled them over, slipping out of her as he did and began nibbling up her neck, making her giggle. “I don’t think you’re quite that innocent, you minx,” he said hotly into her ear.

She shivered from the feel of his hot breath, then giggled. “Well, maybe you’ve had enough water today, so if you’re not interested…”

“I never said I wasn’t interested,” he said, pushing himself off the bed. He removed the condom and disposed of it, grabbed another one out of the drawer, then scooped her up into his arms.

“Killian!” she cried, kicking her legs as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Put me down!”

He made his way quickly into the bathroom and set her on her feet. After pulling back the flimsy shower curtain and turning on the faucet, he turned back to her, taking in her nude form. She was looking in the mirror as she removed the elastic ponytail holder from her hair, allowing it to fall down her back. It was a little stiff from the chlorinated water and sunshine they’d been in all day, but that didn’t take away from its beauty.

Stepping closer, he combed his fingers through the golden strands. “You are so beautiful in every way, Emma,” he crooned.

He could see the blush across her chest, spreading up her throat when she faced him. Draping her arms over his shoulders, she said, “You are a very handsome charmer…but I don’t mind that at all.”

“I only speak the truth.” His mouth stretched into the soft smile that made her heart melt and she leaned in to kiss him.

As soon as their lips separated, she whispered, “I thought we were gonna get cleaned up.”

He nuzzled behind her ear. “Wouldn’t you like to get a little dirtier first?”

She could feel his cock beginning to harden again and it made a hot rush of desire shoot straight to her core. Her hands scratched lightly down his back to his taut backside, giving it a squeeze, before reaching around his hip to stroke him.

“Emma,” he sighed, pressing his forehead to hers.

“Hmmm?” she asked, closing her eyes as she felt him grow harder.

“Let’s…let’s get in the shower, Love.”

Giving him one more stroke, she moved back and allowed him to step into the bathtub, following him in after he pulled the lever to turn on the shower. He pulled the curtain and she turned her back to the spray, tilting her head back and letting the water run through her hair.

Killian’s eyes and hands moved down her body, tracing over her curves and trying to memorize all the places that made her gasp. He could hardly believe this gorgeous woman was here, first in his bed and now in his shower. Three days ago, he didn’t even know her; now, he couldn’t get enough of her.

His tongue followed rivulets of water from her collarbone down to her nipple, taking it into his mouth. He felt her hands move to the back of his head to hold him there and heard her murmurs of pleasure, which spurred him to suck another mark just above her areola to join the others he’d made earlier. It excited him knowing that even though they would be separated tomorrow, she would be marked by him for several days to come.

“D-do you have shampoo?” she asked in a breathy voice.

“Mmhmm, though I’m sure it doesn’t smell as good as what you use,” he mumbled against her throat. He turned to grab a bottle sitting on a small shelf behind him, but when she reached for it, he pulled it back. “Allow me.”

She kissed him lightly, then turned her back to him. After squirting some shampoo into his hand, he put the bottle away and rubbed his hands together. Starting at the crown of her head, he massaged it into her scalp and worked the soap down the length of her blond tresses.

Emma washed her hair nearly every day and never thought it could be erotic or arousing, but Killian’s actions were changing her mind. His fingers in her hair and against her skin were causing the spark of desire in her belly to become a full-fledged flame. When he added light kisses to her shoulders, her knees became weak.

Killian could tell the effect his actions were having on her from the sounds she was making and the way her fingers plucked at her nipples, bringing them to hard peaks. “All clean,” he said in a gravelly voice, encouraging her to turn and rinse out the shampoo, while he squirted more on his hands to quickly wash his own hair.

He took advantage of her head being tilted back with her eyes closed and skimmed his hands down her body again, pausing to caress her enticing breasts. “So bloody gorgeous,” he praised, moving on to the curve of her waist, his thumbs brushing across her flat belly which had been maddingly hidden beneath her swimsuit all day.

When his long fingers reached the apex of her thighs, he felt her quiver with anticipation. “Would you like my fingers inside you, Love?” He looked up to see her biting her lip and nodding, her breath coming in short pants. Nudging her legs apart, he slid two fingers through her folds and traced her entrance with one finger on each side.

“Killian, don’t t-tease,” she begged, her nails digging into his shoulders to try to anchor herself. She was already on edge and was afraid her legs weren’t going to hold her upright much longer.

He could sense her shakiness and wrapped one arm around her back. “I’ve got you,” he reassured her, shifting their bodies until she was pressed up against the wall of the shower. Lifting her left leg, he placed it on the side of the bathtub, then ran his hand up her leg to plunge his fingers inside her.

Emma was very glad the wall was at her back because the moment he entered her, she lost all feeling in her legs. Every nerve in her body seemed to end at her center, where his fingers were now thrusting in and out of her, his thumb rubbing at her clit. The tension was building quickly and she could feel it coiling, ready to snap at any second.

“That’s it, Love, take your pleasure,” he encouraged, as every one of his senses kicked into high gear. He watched his fingers sliding in and out of her channel, becoming more and more slick with her arousal, and he could smell the heady scent of it. The mewls and groans she was making were music to his ears, and the feel of her tight, wet walls around his digits had his cock growing harder. Kneeling before her, his tongue found her bundle of nerves, circling it lightly before sucking it between his lips.

She shattered with a scream and he instantly withdrew his fingers, lapping at the juices that dripped out of her. He became aware of her hands being tightly tangled in his hair, yanking at it painfully as the waves of her orgasm passed over her.

When her grip finally loosened, he stood up to look at her. Her face was flushed, her eyes hooded and her mouth open, emitting short, panting breaths. She looked wrecked and absolutely glorious.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

She nodded jerkily. “Uh-huh,” she managed to utter.

He observed her for a few more seconds, then reached up to get a bottle of bodywash off of the shelf. Flipping the lid open, he started to tip it over when Emma took it out of his hands.

At his eyebrow raise, she explained, “It’s my turn.” Giving him a sly grin, she poured a generous amount into her palm and returned the bottle to the shelf. Very deliberately, she rubbed her hands together while maintaining eye contact with him.

He swallowed at the intensity of her gaze, then felt her beginning to apply the body wash to his skin, massaging it into his chest hair.

“I wanted to touch you like this when I put sunscreen on you this morning,” she said. “I wanted to know if this hair was as soft as it looked and I wanted to feel your muscles shifting under my hands. I was getting aroused just thinking about it.” She smirked at the way his pupils were dilating while she talked to him in a sultry tone. “I could tell how much my applying the lotion affected you.”

“Y-you could?” he stammered, his voice higher pitched than normal.

“Mmhmm.” Her right hand slid down his belly to wrap around his length, the soap allowing her to glide along it freely. “You were hard inside your swim trunks, weren’t you?”

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed again, before nodding slowly. “Aye,” he squeaked.

“Were you wishing I could do what I’m doing now, right there in the middle of the waterpark?”

“Gods, Emma,” he croaked. “You…you’re gonna make me come…talking to me like that and…”

“What’s wrong with that?” she asked when he didn’t continue. “We’re already in the shower. It’ll be easy to clean up.”

Her stroking increased in pace as her left hand reached underneath to fondle his balls. The back of his head hit the tiles, his eyes snapped shut, and a groan tore from his throat. Taking advantage of not having his eyes on her, Emma knelt and leaned forward to wrap her lips around his cock.

She heard his head hit the wall again and worried for a second that he might end up hurting himself. Her mouth and hands continued to move, lavishing attention on his manhood, while the sounds he was making reverberated around the small room.

“S-Swannnn…I’m so…close,” he groaned.

She could tell he was trying not to thrust into her mouth and didn’t want to give him a reason to hold back, so she pulled her lips away and tightened her hand around him. Her strokes got faster as she pushed to her feet and commanded, “Come for me, Killian! Come all over my hand.”

The cords in his neck stood out as he gritted his teeth, his hands reaching to anchor himself by gripping her hips. Her hands continued to move up and down his shaft, his skin shifting with each stroke. He could feel the tingle of his impending orgasm at the base of his spine, all he needed was a small push, which he got when she pressed her lips to his nipple and sucked hard.

He convulsed, ropes of his seed spurting out in several short bursts against her belly. His hips continued thrusting until he was spent. When he opened his bleary eyes, it was to see her looking at him with a satisfied look on her face. Glancing down, he saw that her hand and stomach were coated with his cum.

“Emma, I…I’m s-...”

“Don’t you dare say you’re sorry, Killian Jones,” she admonished him. “That was exactly what I wanted to happen. Turnabout is fair play, as the saying goes. Besides, I thought you liked my magic fingers,” she giggled.

He couldn’t help but smile in return. “Aye, that I do.”

They spent the next several minutes cleaning each other up, enjoying the freedom of sliding their hands over every inch of skin they could reach. When they finally stepped out of the tub, sated and happy, Killian got two thick towels out of the cupboard and handed one to Emma.

They dried off quickly and Killian left the room to find Emma’s bag where she had carelessly tossed it when they entered the apartment.

“Thank you,” she smiled when he returned. “You’re always so thoughtful.”

“You’re welcome. I’m just gonna get some pajamas out of my room.”

As he stepped out the door again, she called out, “Killian?”

“Yes, Love?”

“Could I…borrow one of your T-shirts to sleep in again tonight?” she asked almost shyly.

“Of course. The Eagles again?”

“Sure, or you can surprise me.”

He grinned and left the room, returning a few minutes later, a white shirt with black ¾ sleeves clutched in his hand. His eyes raked down her figure, seeing that she had donned a pair of fuschia panties, but remained bare otherwise, and was running a brush through her hair.

“See something you like?” she questioned, catching his reflection in the mirror.

“Oh, yes, ma’am,” he drawled, stepping up behind her and placing a sweet kiss on her shoulder. “Everything I see is something I like…very much.”

She turned to face him, cupping his scruffy cheeks with her hands and drawing him in for a kiss. When it ended, he handed her the shirt and she held it up. “Aerosmith tonight, huh?”

“Only the best bands are allowed to cover these lovely breasts,” he grinned, bending to press a kiss to the top of one of them. Straightening up, he asked, “Are you hungry?”

“Mmm, yeah. How about you?”

“Aye, We seemed to have worked off a lot of calories in the past couple of hours. What would you like?”

She tugged the shirt over her head as she pondered the question. “I’m not sure. What do you have?”

He scratched behind his ear. “Unfortunately, not very much. With our work schedules, we tend to eat at Universal or have food delivered most of the time. I can order a pizza or something.”

“Pizza sounds good. What do you usually get?”

“You’re probably not going to like my favorite.”

“Try me.”

“Ham, mushrooms and…” he paused, wanting to gauge her reaction, “pineapple.”

“You like pineapple on your pizza, too?” she asked incredulously. “None of my friends do and they think I’m crazy whenever I want to order it!”

“I’ve only found a couple of people who like it, besides me,” he said, a broad smile crossing his face. “I guess this means we are meant to be together!”

Emma knew he was only joking, but she couldn’t help thinking it was yet another thing the two of them had in common. It was like the universe was trying to tell them something. Looking up at him through her lashes, she said, “Yeah, maybe it does.”

His raised eyebrows told her he noticed the serious tone she used when she answered. “Swan, are you…”

“Let’s order the pizza, then we can talk.”

Nodding, he grabbed his phone off the counter and placed the order. “It’ll be about thirty minutes. Would you like something to drink?”

“Just a coke, hold the rum,” she replied with a grin.

After he got their drinks ready, they went into the living room and sat on the couch. Each of them took a sip, then set their cups on the floor. Killian put his arm around her and she laid her head on his shoulder. He waited patiently for her to gather her thoughts, running his fingers through the ends of her hair.

“I’ve never believed in fate,” she finally began, her eyes fixed on the floor in front of them, “But, I can’t really explain what has been happening the last three days. What made you decide to find out my name and number and send me a text asking me out? Why did I agree to it? That’s out of character for both of us. You and I had similar childhoods - shuffled around because our parents were gone. Then we find out we have mutual friends and that both of us will be living in Boston. Everything seems like more than just coincidence, doesn’t it?”

“Aye, it does,” Killian agreed. “I’ve never felt a connection to anyone else like I do to you, Emma.”

“I know what you mean. It usually takes a while for me to get to know people well enough to let them in, but with you, it’s been completely different. It’s so easy to talk to you and…to be with you and…and I’ve never had sex with somebody after knowing them for only a couple of days, but I have no regrets.”

“Me neither. As you said before, it just feels right.”

“Exactly. So I guess what I’m saying is…” she paused for a long moment, “I think we are meant to be together, Killian. I’ve only known you for three days, but now I can’t imagine my life without you..”

He turned to face her and took both of her hands in his. “You don’t know how happy I am to hear you say that, Love. I…I’ve been imagining what it would be like to have a future with you, and I’m certain it would be a happy one.”

Her fingers feathered through the hair at his temple. “Notice I’m not running for the door at the mention of a future together.”

He chuckled. “Running is a normal reaction for you, I take it?”

“Yeah. Sometimes it’s accompanied with screams,” she grinned.

“In that case, I consider myself very lucky,” he laughed. Dipping his head, he captured her lips in a long, languid kiss, which began morphing into something more heated. His hands roamed up her ribcage to tease her bare breasts and she moved to straddle his lap.

A knock on the door caused them to break the kiss, resting their foreheads together for a few seconds to calm themselves. “I think the pizza is here,” she whispered.

“The delivery person just lost their tip, interrupting us like that,” he groused.

Emma giggled. “They had no way of knowing you were rounding second base and heading for third.”

He sighed dramatically. “Fine. They get a tip, but just so you know, I’m hoping to hit one out of the park after we eat.”

She pecked his lips once more. “I have confidence you’ll hit a homerun, Babe,” she said with a seductive wink.

*********

Once their hunger for food was satisfied, they appeased their hunger for each other again, this time on a blanket Killian hurriedly threw down on the living room floor. The innuendos and teasing touches while they were eating fanned the fire of passion and they didn’t even try to make it to the bedroom. Emma couldn’t help but wonder what Ruby would have to say when she found out how many places in the apartment they did christen that night.

When Killian entered her, it was all Emma could do not to blurt out the words that were teasing the edges of her brain. She had only ever told one man she loved him and he had broken her heart, so it was a bit shocking to her that she was already considering saying it to Killian. But, if she did, she knew it wouldn’t be a lie. He already owned her heart.

The look in her eyes and the way she was biting her lip made Killian wonder what she was holding back as he moved within her. He wasn’t going to push her, but he was eager to know if what she wasn’t telling him was the same thing he wasn’t letting slip either. If she had a tendency to run, telling her he was in love with her probably wasn’t the best idea at this point in their relationship, regardless of her saying she wasn’t afraid of a future with him.

After they cleaned up and brushed their teeth, they cuddled in his bed, clinging tightly to each other. They didn’t voice the fact that this would be their only night together for at least a month, but both of them were fully aware of it.

Emma buried her face in the crook of his neck, her fingers stroking through the hair on his chest, while his combed through her thick blonde tresses. Although their heads were full of words they weren’t quite sure how to say, they lay quietly, soaking up the warmth and security of being in each other’s arms.

Her fingers had stilled for a length of time and he thought she might have drifted off to sleep, when her words pressed into his skin. “Killian, are you awake?”

“Aye. What’s on your mind, Love?”

She pushed up to her elbow to look into his azure eyes, where she saw what she was feeling reflected back at her. “I…I…”

Tilting his head, he quirked a brow at her encouragingly. When she didn’t continue, seemingly unable to express what was on her mind, he tenderly cupped her face between his hands and brushed a kiss to her lips. “You can tell me anything, Sweetheart.”

His gentleness and reassuring words tipped the scales and she took a deep breath, surprised to find her nerves had fled. “I think I love you.”

He blinked as a slow smile curled the corners of his mouth. “You do?” he whispered, his voice full of cautious joy.

Her head dipped in an affirmative nod. “Yeah.”

“Well, that works out quite nicely, then.”

A puzzled look crossed her face. “What do you mean?”

“Emma, I never realized it was possible to fall so hard and so fast, but now I know it is, because I’ve fallen utterly and completely in love with you.”

Her smile reassured him that she wasn’t intending to run anywhere. After kissing him soundly, she carded her fingers through his hair and asked, “Do you think we’re completely insane?”

“Not completely,” he chuckled, “but I will admit being crazy…”

“If you say you’re crazy for me, the deal is off,” she warned teasingly.

“Too cliché?”

“Yeah. Definitely.”

“It’s true, though,” he stated, as she settled her head back down on his shoulder, her arm wrapping around his waist as his tugged her against his side. He pressed several kisses to the crown of her head and she hummed happily.

They didn’t speak again for several minutes, each of them drinking in the euphoria of being in the arms of the person they had come to love in such a short amount of time.

Emma giggled when Killian yawned widely, his chest inflating under her cheek. “Tired, Babe?”

He yawned again, before answering, “Aye. Some lovely lass wore me out with mind-blowing sex tonight.”

“Are you complaining?” she laughed.

“Well, I will if I’m not able to get my full eight hours of beauty sleep because of it,” he teased.

She slapped his chest playfully. “I think you can afford to miss some beauty sleep, mister. You’re already handsome enough.”

“I’ve got a long way to go to catch up with my gorgeous girlfriend.”

Leaning back, she looked at him with a sense of awe on her face. “When we planned this vacation, I knew I’d be going back home with souvenirs, lots of memories, and possibly a sunburn, but never in my wildest dreams did I imagine I’d be going back as somebody’s girlfriend.”

“How do you feel about that?” he inquired, his knuckles stroking lightly against her cheek.

“It…it’s the most exciting thing that’s ever happened to me,” she said thoughtfully. “I know I seemed suspicious of you at first…”

“Which was quite understandable.”

She nodded. “But I’m so glad Ruby pushed me into accepting your invitation.”

“Oh, I have Ruby to thank, do I? You never told me that.”

“You more than paid her back by introducing her to Graham. She’s dated lots of guys since I’ve known her, but I’ve never seen her head-over-heels for anyone the way she is for him.”

“He’s pretty enamored with her, too.”

“Yeah. It’s gonna be fun when we’re all together in Boston.”

“I can hardly wait. The next month is going to be very long.”

“At least we can call, text and Facetime until then.”

“Mmhmm, but I’m going to enjoy every second of being able to hold you in my arms right now,” he said, tightening his arms around her and kissing her temple.

She sighed in contentment. “I like that plan.” When he yawned again, she looked up at him. “I think it’s time to get some sleep. Goodnight, Killian.”

They shared a soft, lingering kiss, then she turned onto her left side, pressing her back to his chest.

“Goodnight, Emma. I love you,” he breathed into her hair.

“I love you, too,” she whispered. Interlacing their fingers, she pulled their hands up between her breasts, before they both fell asleep with smiles on their faces.

*********

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[yslkook]

good years (1)

mind of mine masterlist

summary: you arrive at hobi’s birthday party, along with some of your other friends. pairing: “badboy” jk x “shy/reserved” oc warnings: alcohol, cursing, excessive use of pet names...bc its me

Being late to events, especially events in honor of your friends, was your least favorite thing. Punctuality was one of your top three favorite things about yourself, and yet here you were- nearly sprinting through the streets in heels because you were an idiot and had gotten the name of the bar wrong.

Instead of the Silver Spoon, you’d ended up at the Silver Tongue. That’s what happens when you don’t check your text messages for confirmation and operate on autopilot. So now, you were about an hour and a half late (as if the absence of the birthday boy and his merry band of friends at the Silver Spoon didn’t tell you enough).

Oh well. 

By the time you arrive about twelve blocks away to the Silver Spoon, you quickly make sure that not a hair is out of place before walking into the bar to try to blend in, as if you’d been there the whole time.

“Hobi!” You chirp, finding your friend in the middle of all of the chaos, “Happy birthday, Hobi-”

Hobi turns to greet you, a big (drunk) smile plastered across his face. “You’re late! Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

“Well, I-uh, this is gonna sound dumb, but-”

You’re interrupted by a few of the guys walking into the bar, causing a ruckus and nearly screeching Hobi’s name. At least you’re not the only one who’s late. And you quickly see Sora in your line of sight, entering in behind the guys.

Sora, your best friend of several years since college. She’s been with you since the beginning, taking you under her wing when you were both young and in college. She had brought you out of your shell a bit, inviting you to parties and inviting you to have dinner with her in the dining hall. The slow convenience of college had blossomed into something real, something that could stand the test of time- also known as the test of post-graduate life.

Her friendship was an adventure to say the least.

“Hey,” You beam at her with drinks for both of you in your hands, “Fancy seeing you here-”

“Hey,” She grins, pulling you in for a hug, “Work was so shitty, like, I had to stay late today. Of all days! I can’t wait to have a fuckin’ drink.”

“Yeah, here’s something funny-” But your words are cut off yet again, by the arrival of more friends. It looks like Sora had invited some of her own friends, friends that you weren’t quite sure liked you very much.

But you don’t dwell on that, instead sipping on your drink and settling on people watching. Settings like this unnerve you- being in a place where you’re not quite friendly with everyone in attendance makes you feel self-conscious. It’s easier to just stay in the background, blend into the walls, so as to not upset yourself-

“Hey, you,” Comes a familiar voice to your right. It’s Yoongi, one of your fellow people watcher enthusiasts. He stands next to you, shoulder brushing against yours.

“Hey, you,” You repeat, flashing him a smile and a playful shove to his shoulder, “How have you been? It’s been a while, Yoongi.”

“You’re the one who’s been hiding,” Yoongi teases, “All cooped up at home.”

“So have you! In your studio,” You protest, poking his shoulder.

“I guess I can’t argue there.”

“No, you really can’t,” You say, “So tell me then, what’s new? What’s coming out of the studio these days?”

You enjoy hearing him speak, the way his passion for his craft pouring through his words. He invites you (again) to stop by the studio if you ever want to. You promise to stop by soon, with his favorite snacks. You usually try to stop by his studio at least once a month to catch up with him. He’s also one of your oldest friends, along with Hobi.

“Hey,” Comes another voice to your left this time. It’s a voice you definitely recognize, a voice that makes you tense up immediately.

Jeon Jungkook has always had a way of making you stammer over your words, ever since Yoongi and Hobi had introduced you to him years ago. He’s tall, nearly always dressed in all black, tattoos and piercings coloring his frame, and something sweet and sinful swirls in his dark eyes.

You don’t know if it’s a look that is reserved for you or if he looks at everyone like this, but honestly, your brain short circuits every time he glances your way.

“H-hi,” You mumble, taking a sip of your drink to ease your jumpy nerves. Jungkook only grins at you, his bunny smile a stark contrast to the rest of his aura.

“Been a while, huh?” Jungkook says, voice smooth and sweet like molasses. 

“Y-yeah, been busy,” You mutter. You watch in mild panic as Yoongi walks away, being called away by Namjoon and Taehyung.

“Missed you, baby,” Jungkook winks at you. Somehow, he always gravitates to you at these types of events. Not that you’ll particularly complain- his attention makes you feel warm, even if it’s all for jokes and fun.

As Sora repeatedly has told you.

According to her, he’s the worst- a player, a fuckboy (when he was apparently too old to be one, her words not yours) and this is how he treats any pretty girl. So you don’t take it too seriously, only indulging him a bit and keeping him out of your periphery.

But you won’t deny that his recent use of the pet name might make you swoon a little bit.

“Oh, stop,” You wave him off with heat rising in your cheeks. And he knows it, too, from the self-assured smirk he throws you.

“How’s work been? They got you crunching numbers and all that?” Jungkook asks, ordering himself a beer and a drink for you.

“That’s literally my job, but right now, we just got access to a new database so I’m excited to see what kinds of visualizations and insights we can bring forward. We’re moving forward to proactive analysis, but you know, we’re still a ways away from that, we still react to problems so reactively. Like we’re just putting out fires all the time, it’s kinda tiring but I’m excited-” You cut yourself off at your rambling, sheepishly laughing, “Oh, you should’ve stopped me. I know it’s boring.”

“It’s not boring, not if it’s important to you,” Jungkook shrugs, “Besides, I like hearing you talk.”

“Really? You really wanna hear about the latest and greatest happening in the data world?”

“I wanna hear about anything you have to say, baby,” Jungkook says easily. You squeeze your drink in your hand tightly to ground yourself.

This is why he intimidates you- his affections have only increased in the last few months. It’s like he’s playing a game with you, trying to see how long it takes for you to crack. You don’t know how sincere he is when he turns the charm on- is this how he talks to everyone, or is it just you? 

You like to think it’s just you (because you at least dare to call him a friend of yours), but he could get anyone he sets his eyes on. Rather than spiralling down that train of thought, you bask in his flirtations, his gentle affections hidden under his very many layers of black.

Before you can reply to ask him about the tattoo parlor and about his newly purchased motorcycle, Sora interrupts you both. You’re oblivious to the deadly glare that Jungkook shoots her, and the glare that she shoots right back at him.

She whisks you away, an arm tight around your shoulders. You turn your head and look back at Jungkook apologetically.

This is how it always is, especially for the last few months. As soon as Sora sees Jungkook and you speaking, she’ll immediately do anything to intervene. It’s fucking annoying and Jungkook is beginning to dislike Sora more and more each time he has the misfortune of coming in contact with her. He doesn’t really care about whatever personal vendetta your best friend has for him.

He’s always thought Sora was a conniving woman, full of manipulation and tricks up her sleeve. Ever since Yoongi and Hobi had introduced you to their friend group (and you had brought Sora along as well). His instincts are hardly ever wrong, but he hates to see you spiral with her.

But he’s powerless to stop you from walking away from him. Yet again.

tags: @kookdbean​

[yourtamaki]

all yours

kirishima x f!reader

word count: 2.4k 

warnings: size kink, unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), spitting, one ass smack, one bite from shark boy, creampie, slight breeding kink, slight dumbification

being a hero meant you were constantly in the public eye

there was no escaping it when the missions you were assigned were directly tied to your public approval

more people liking you meant bigger, flashier missions

and if they didn’t, well…

at least there was never a shortage of paperwork to be done

you’ve been doing well though! raising through the hero ranks faster than your agency anticipated 

faster than you anticipated 

it was great! it was everything you’d worked your whole life for

it…it was exhausting 

not only did you have a sudden influx of missions to complete as your agency tried to capitalize on the exponential growth

you had also been instructed to have near daily interviews

smiling for the camera was fine until your cheeks started hurting from the strain

it was no wonder that by the third straight month of the endless pattern of gruelling missions followed by repetitive interviews you were physically and mentally drained 

your boyfriend did his best to make sure you were taking care of yourself, cooking you lunches and texting you throughout the day to check up on you though there was only so much a fellow pro hero could do with his own busy schedule to attend to

kirishima knew exactly what you were going through and his heart broke whenever he could catch a glimpse of you before you passed out in bed

so when it all came to a head one day, he was more than ready to catch you 

just open the door. you were stood frozen in front of the door of your apartment, keys in hand. that’s all you had to do. twist the knob, open the door and he’d be right there. your eiji. he would take one look at you and know exactly what to do to make you feel better. love and comfort were a few steps away and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. 

the day had beaten you down more than you thought possible. everytime you blinked you could see the flash of bulbs, hear the shouts of reporters or was that the screams from your rescue today? it was all starting to blend together. you were an open wound, pulsating and bleeding vulnerability. how could you let your boyfriend see you like this? weak and broken and barely holding it together. it wasn’t just embarrassing. it was shameful. eiji had been living this life longer then you had, had risen to heights you could only dream of and he did it with ease. meanwhile, a few months had left you a shell of yourself. 

you didn’t know a hero could be this pathetic.

just as you were about to turn and take a walk to clear your head, the door swung open. eiji’s head was tilted to the side, his long crimson hair falling over his shoulder loose from its usual ponytail. you couldn’t bring yourself to look in his eyes, afraid of what you’d find. you let your gaze drift upwards, focusing on the small scar above his eye. what if he was disappointed? red riot deserved a partner as strong as him and you did not fit the bill. not anymore. 

“i’m home.” you willed your voice to not shake as you crossed the threshold into your home. 

“baby.” 

“did you eat yet? i’ve been craving pizza from the place down the street we should put in an order.”

“babe.” 

“or did you already cook? you’re right no point in spending money if we don’t have to.” 

“y/n.” large hands held fast to your shoulders, spinning you around until you were face to face with eiji and being forced to stare into the eyes of the love of your life. “please. talk to me.” 

a beat of silence as you bunched the front of his shirt in your fists, vision blurring from unspilled tears. then, “‘m so tired, eiji.” 

he wrapped his arms around you and you told him everything. what your agency had demanded of you, the unending stress, the poisonous thoughts that ate away at you everyday. eiji held you together through it all, clinging so hard you could feel his body shake as you spoke.

“we’re gonna talk to your agency tomorrow. they’re pushing their best hero too hard and we’ll tell them to cut the publicity. the people already love you, you don’t have to put up with this.” 

“you’ll come with me?” you sniffed. eiji pulled back enough to cup your cheeks, lifting your head up until your watery eyes met his. 

“of course i will.” he said, wiping your tears with his thumb. “we’re in this together, you don’t have to go through this alone.” 

you leaned into his touch, covering his hand with yours and marveling at the size difference. it never failed to fluster you how much bigger eiji was then you. your definition of safety started and ended with these hands, with the man they belonged to who had loyalty etched into his bones. 

he held you like you were something worth protecting. 

“i don’t deserve you.” you said, kissing his rough palm.

“don’t say that. don’t ever say that.” he leaned down until your foreheads pressed together and whispered, “do you know how much you mean to me?” 

“i know.” 

“let me remind you anyway.” with that he surged forward, closing the ever shortening distance between you as his mouth closed over yours. 

every kiss with eiji was full of passion, even the chaste goodbyes you shared before heading to work but this one blew them away. he kissed you like he was trying to stitch together all your broken pieces. he kissed you as though he wouldn’t mind if this moment lasted an eternity. he kissed you and he kissed you and he kissed you. 

and with everything you had left to give, you kissed him back. 

when you broke apart, you had to bite back a moan at the sight before you. eiji looked sinful, red hair falling into his face, lips swollen and eyes locked on yours, dark and half lidded. 

“we don’t… we don’t have to… you just got home you’re tired.” he said. 

“eiji.” you whined, wrapping your arms around his neck to whisper in his ear. “i need you.” 

the world blurred as he lifted you up, legs locking around him on instinct as he carried you to the bedroom. a moment later you were dropped onto the soft mattress, feeling it dip as eiji settled over you. a familiar shyness tinged lust set in as he hovered above you. he was just so big. he was caging you in without even trying, he was that much larger than you. your breath hitched as he bent close to kiss your neck, looking anywhere but at him, something that didn’t escape his notice. 

“where’d you go, pretty girl? eyes on me.” his voice left no room for disobedience and you complied, keeping your eyes on him as he asked. “there you are. tell me what’s going on in that head of yours.” 

“i like… being under you.”

eiji smirked, sharp teeth on full display. “yeah? what do you like about it? use your words for me, baby.” 

you could tell how much he was enjoying making you squirm. he knew, of course, the effect he had on you. this was far from the first time your size difference came up in the bedroom but he loved making you say it nonetheless. 

“i like that you’re bigger, eiji. you make me feel so safe.” your voice cracked at the honest. 

he kissed the corner of your mouth. “always. i’ll die before i let you get hurt, understand me?” 

he waits until you nod before snaking his hands under your shirt, removing it in one move. open mouth kisses trails down your neck to the valley between your tits. as much as you loved the foreplay he usually dished out, you were far too needy right now. you grabbed a fistful of his hair, guiding him lower down. 

“baby, please.” 

“so impatient.” he teased. he grabbed hold of your pants and panties, tugging them off before settling between your legs, one thrown over each of his broad shoulders. 

“oh love you’re soaked. who got you this wet?” you let out a small whine of embarrassment, hoping he’d get the message and let you off the hook. a sharp sting on your inner thigh had you trying to close your legs around his head but his grip was too strong to do so. he bit you. eiji must’ve been as riled up as you were, he was always so mindful of his sharp teeth. “i asked you a question, didn’t i?” 

“you! you did ‘s all for you eiji!”

“good girl.” he rewarded you by licking a broad stroke through your folds, ending with a flick on your clit that sent pleasure shooting through you. he pressed two fingers inside you with little struggle, scissoring you open to prep you for his cock. you desperately wanted to rock against his face but with one arm pinning your hips down, you could do nothing but take what he gave you. 

you were close — so close and eiji, who knew your body better than you did, could feel it by the fluttering of your walls, the arch in your back. it was under his heavy gaze you came undone, thighs shaking as he rode you through your high. if you thought he looked sinful before, now he was downright pornographic, the evidence of your orgasm glistening on his face. he licked the remnants of your arousal of his fingers and grinned. 

he pulled away long enough to remove his clothing while you took the time to unclasp your bra and admire the view that was your boyfriend stripping. he caught your blatant stare and winked as he pulled down his briefs, hard cock springing free. 

“see something you like?” he said crawling back over you to kiss you, the taste of you still fresh on his tongue. you could feel his dick pressed against your thigh and you grinded against it, earning a delicious groan that spilled into your mouth. “fuck can you ride me baby please? wanna see you fuck yourself on my cock.” 

when you nodded, he wrapped one arm beneath you and rolled, flipping you both over so you were straddling him. gripping his shoulders, you lined yourself up with him, slowly sinking down around his girth. eiji’s cock, like the rest of him, was stupid large and the stretch was always there when he entered you. but you relished the feeling all the more, a sense of pride bursting inside you when he managed to bottom out. 

you closed your eyes for a moment until the uncomfortable burn dissipated and you were left feeling full, complete with him buried in you. when you opened up your eyes once more, eiji was looking up at you with the softest expression, one you’re familiar with but that made your face warm nonetheless. he looked at you with nothing but love and awe, the corner of his lips quirked in a small smile. 

you held out your hands and eiji laced his fingers with yours, helping you balance as you began to bounce. 

“there you go.” eiji grunted. “take what you need, i’m all yours.” 

“all mine?” you clenched at the thought and he threw his head back at the feeling. 

“all yours this cock belongs to you, pretty girl.” 

the need to mark him as yours bubbled to the surface and you leaned in close, so close you were sharing air, panting into each other’s mouths. 

“eiji.” you moaned, cut off when he bucked up suddenly. “f-fuck eiji i wanna spit in your mouth.” 

he opened up without hesitation, tongue lolling out and waiting to receive you. you let the fluid trickle out, watching with fascination as it mixed with eiji’s. he swallowed and showed you his empty mouth.

“dirty girl, so fucking lewd you drive me crazy.” you were grinding your hips against his now, nearly crying from the friction against your clit. 

“‘m gonna cum ‘m gonna cum.” you whined, powering through when your thighs began to shake from exhaustion. eiji placed his hands on your hips, guiding them back and forth. 

“cum for me baby cum all over your cock.” his words were your undoing, tipping you over the edge as your orgasm washed over you. though you felt boneless after your high, you continued to rock against him. 

“wanna feel you fill me up.” you said. “eiji please fuck me full of your cum.” 

eiji knew everything about you but you knew him just as well, knew what words would stoke the fire in him and make him lose himself to the feeling of your tight cunt wrapped around him. and sure enough, he shifted to anchor his feet to the bed, wrapping his arms around you until your tits were pressed against him. he began to fuck up into you hard and fast, the wet smack so loud it made you hide your face in the crook of his neck. 

“i got you baby i’m gonna pump you so full of cum you’ll be leaking. that's what you want, huh? wanna walk around with my cum dripping down your leg?” 

you could only moan in response, the quick pace turning your brain to mush and eiji seemed to sense it. 

“did i fuck you dumb, pretty baby?” a smack landed in your ass and you yelped. “answer me.” 

“i want your cum want it so bad, please eiji please.” 

“that wasn’t hard. good girls get what they ask for.” he bucked up once, twice, three times, liquid heat spilling deep inside you. you shuddered at the feeling of his softening cock slipping out of your, a mixture of both your cum dripping onto eiji. 

for a moment you were both quiet, basking in the warmth of each other’s presence. he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “‘m gonna get us cleaned up, love.” 

“in a minute i just wanna stay like this for a little bit. is that ok?” 

“anything you want.” together you lay, eiji tracing shapes on your bare back, an eternal gratefulness for the man beneath you washing away all the negativity of the months prior. you knew as long as eiji was on your side, you would always be okay. 

[vibraniumwing]

only girl in the world.

a sam wilson x fem!reader wherein the reader cleans the apartment due to jealousy.

WARNING: NSFW (18+, minors DNI. ), praise kink, oral stimulation (f receiving), fingering, vaginal penetration (wrap it before you tap it lovelies), light choking, swearing, the setting is set somewhere in between AoU and CACW so like around the time in Ant-Man ?? also slight au ( i think )

A/N: so this is for @anchoeritic's 3k writing challenge! seeing that she’s a fellow sam wilson simp, i chose him for this fic (and we are seriously lacking in sam wilson content i hate this) and because it’s sam’s birthday we’re gonna celebrate >:)))) icb he’s an aries though. uGh

prompt/scenario: character A catching character B singing

word count: 3.7k

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Dating a superhero meant there was a lot of restrictions; cuddles and movie dates with them are fleeting moments since you never know when they would get a call about a grape-headed alien terrorizing the planet and you couldn’t flaunt them as much as you wanted to because your safety would be greatly affected if their arch nemesis finds out about your existence.

But regardless of it all, you were thankful because Sam never made you feel less of what you really are to him. A lot of your friends who know about your relationship with The Falcon were envious about how mature the both of you are, managing to balance both of your work lives and your personal ones at home; none of them really knowing how immature the both of you are behind closed doors.

Making this another reason why you loved the privacy being hidden from the public eye; you felt like you were in your own coming-of-age, rom-com movie with Sam with all the hidden rendezvous at The Washington Mall at midnight and drive around the empty streets of the city just until the crack of dawn or just stay at home and cook countless of meals, teaching each other recipes from both sides of your families

It was the relationship anyone could have ever dreamed of.

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“You’re not making this any easier for me, baby girl.” Sam said, sighing inwardly as he stuffed his duffel. He was going over to New York for a few days, probably on another mission with the Avengers (or training with them) and you weren’t having any of it; wanting nothing more than to have him home and with you for a few more days一 possibly forever if that was even possible.

You groaned softly at his response, sitting on the bed with your knees hugged to your chest as you watch him ready his things for yet another mission. “Then don’t go” You simply told him, face holding the same sad expression as your lower lip was jutted out in a small pout as you looked away, not waiting to tear up once again; him leaving for missions was always the hardest.

A chuckle left his lips, setting the suitcase down on the carpeted floor of your shared room before claiming his spot next to you; the dip of the bed from his weight caused you to look at him. “You know I wouldn’t dare to leave if I had the chance to, right?” He asked, his scooting closer to you and pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “But I always come back, right? Because you’re my home.”

You relaxed under his touch, stretching your legs unto the bed and wrapped your arms around his muscular frame, hugging him close to you in fear that he might disappear all of a sudden. “I know, but do you really have to go?” You murmur, hiding your face against his neck, the way your breath falls on his skin causes goosebumps to rise on his own.

“I have to, they need me, sweets.” He explains, wrapping his arms around your own frame and squeezes gently, enough to convey that he’ll be fine; that he’ll be safe and unharmed after all of the fighting he has due.

“I’ll be back in no time.” His reassurance made you sigh inwardly, knowing that you can’t convince him otherwise. Sam was always just like that, once something is set on his mind on something, he won’t stop until he gets it done. He rarely second guesses what he wants and he does, you’re the person he talks to.

You didn’t speak anymore, opting to let the warmth from his body consume you and lull you into sleep, his hand tracing small shapes into your back as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Go to sleep, baby. I love you.”

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The sunlight that peeked in through the sheer fabric of the curtains was enough to wake you up, reaching over to Sam’s side, expecting to feel him there but instead you were greeted with the sound of paper crumpling from the side of your hand. Stirring awake, you sat up and grabbed the note that was folded neatly.

“I’ll be back soon, baby girl. Don’t miss me too much, I love you.” You read outloud, adoring how neat his handwriting was, hugging the paper to your chest before whispering, “I love you too” before placing the note by your bedside table, rolling out of bed to get on with your day when your phone dinged. Looking at the lit up screen, you smiled at the message from Sam.

[ from: birdman lover ]

- It hasn’t even been a day and I already miss you.

- This’ll be a long week.

- Have a great day though.

- I love you.

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- Steve’s still clueless on how phones work but he’s getting there. He “greets you a hello”.

The rest of the week was your normal routine, aside from the occasional texts and calls you would get from Sam whenever he had the chance to check his phone; telling you how much he missed you and sharing stories of what’s going on inside the compound. It was like he never left, the only difference being he wasn’t physically there to give you the affection.

Saturday morning soon rolled around and you were bouncing off the walls excited that you had to wait just one more day before Sam could come back home; come back to you. You practically bounced off the walls as you did all your errands一 mainly you getting your car cleaned and your weekly Target run一 and your day was all rainbows and sunshines.

Until it wasn’t. You were scrolling through your Instagram when you saw a picture that made your blood boil immensely. It was a photo of an actress (who was extremely good looking) in the arms of The Falcon. You had to take a few moments in to fully register the fact that the woman had managed to snag a photo with him, “He’s even hotter in person.” You read the caption out loud, eyes rolling in irritation, even replying to some comments from her fanbase, making it seem like they were dating.

You rarely get jealous about anything with Sam, being so secure with your relationship with him but seeing someone who has a platform freely post him made you writhe in your seat about how you should be the one flexing him like that, not her or anyone else.

You opted to call your lover to tell him how you feel but there was this side of you that didn’t want to go through a whole discourse with him through the phone so you went with the better option, cleaning the fuck out of your apartment until your agression washes away.

Plugging your phone to the sound system, you started off with Rihanna’s Only Girl in the World before grabbing the broom from the small closet in your apartment's kitchen, starting to sweep the floor. “You’re a bad bitch, Y/N. Now go clean,” You hyped yourself up in the mirror before strutting back to the living room to sweep your emotions away.

Unbeknownst to you however was the fact that Sam was well on his way home. He got to go back home earlier than expected and he didn’t tell you, wanting to give you a surprise. Jogging up the stairs of your apartment complex, he was practically rushing to make it your door so he can finally kiss you.

Finally finding the keys to your shared apartment, he opened the door and slowly creeped in, expecting to see you seated on the couch but what he saw was something else. He was stunned beyond words to see you clad nothing but his shirt and a messy bun while holding a broom, singing your heart out.

“Want you to make me feel like I’m the only girl in the world” you sang out loud, holding onto the broom as if it was a mic while you danced, awkwardly body rolling to the beat. “Like I’m the only one that you’ll ever love, like I’m the only one who knows your heart” You continued, starting to “sweep” the floor again while grooving to the beat of the song, not noticing Sam who was silently watching you.

“Like I’m the only one who’s in command” Your voice blending into the music as you rocked around the room, singing your heart out to the chorus. “Cause I’m the only one who understands how to make you feel like a ma一 Sam!”

You dropped the broom, jumping up in the air as you turned around to see your boyfriend leaning by the wall, watching you with an amused expression while holding his arms out to you. “Are you just gonna stand there or come here and give me a hug?” He questioned, raising up an eyebrow at you.

Wasting no time, you paused the song before making your way over to him and jumped into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist as you hugged him. “How long have you been here? Why are you here already? Shouldn’t you be coming home tomorrow?” Your bombardment with questions made him chuckle, his arms going under your thighs to support your weight, walking towards the couch and settling the both of you on there.

“I wanted to surprise you, baby. We finished a little bit earlier than expected so the moment we got back to the compound I was well on my way home.” He answered, one of his hands retreating from your backside to sneak up and cup your jaw, thumb tracing it gently. His eyes were locked with yours, filled with adoration and love as he continued, “turns out you have a surprise of your own for me. What’s got you cleaning so aggressively?”

You laughed, the anger you had just moments ago melting away as you lean into his touch, “It’s nothing, Sammy. Just me being a little jealous, is all.” You explained, finding it easy to admit your feelings. Your relationship with him was just like that; centered on honesty, understanding, and love. The reason why you’re so assured with him.

“Jealous? What’s got my baby jealous?” His brows were furrowed at the answer, mind trying to remember his actions prior to this conversation to see if he had done anything wrong but came up with nothing. “Did I do something?” He questioned, sitting up a bit as the conversation got more serious.

“I just saw this picture of this you and this actress posted on her instagram and一” you paused, finding it silly now that you’ve even been this jealous about this in the first place. “一I just got jealous that she could post you on their social media so freely. Kind of made me realize that I’m still not existent in the eyes of others; I should be the one posting you like that. Kind of made me realize that I’m not the only girl in the world that wants you.” you finished, not wanting to look into his eyes anymore at the sudden sadness from being hidden.

Normally, you wouldn’t even bat an eye on it but seeing how broken you were, Sam was shattered that you had to go through that thought. “There’s no need to feel ashamed that you got jealous, Y/N.” He said, the hand that was on your jaw now going under your chin to make you look at him again. “I know I insisted that I hide you from the public eye so you can be safe from harm and I’m sorry that because of it makes you feel like this.”

He sighed softly, leaning in to press a chaste kiss against your lips. “But if you’re ready to be introduced to everyone, even to the team, then I’ll be more than glad to show you to the world.” Sam said, his lips just millimeters away from yours, “The only girl I’ll ever love.” He finished, locking his lips with yours.

You swore on the fact that Sam’s lips were made for your own, the pace slow and sensual, enough to relay that he was sticking to his words and that you didn’t need to worry about anything. His plush tiers felt soft against yours, his teeth sinking into your bottom one, nibbling against it softly before swiping his tongue against it.

“Does my angel want me to show her how much she really means to me?” He whispers, pressing one more kiss to your lips before pulling back, locking his gaze with yours, pupils blown with love and adoration clouded with a hint of lust over the thought of seeing you squirm under him.

Given the fact that you were sitting on his lap, you could feel how hard he was under you. “You feel that, darling? You do that to me.” He groans as you shift, the friction causing his dick to twitch inside his tight jeans. “Be a good girl and use your words, baby.”

“Want you, Sam.” You say, mind too aroused and clouded with perverse thoughts due to the lack of touch you had from him this week to make a concise sentence. “Want you to make me feel good, please.” You beg, brows furrowing lightly in need as you watch him study your expression, a small smile forming on his lips as he easily hoists you up, arms gripping your thighs.

“How can I resist such a good girl begging for me to make her feel good?” He questions, gracing your lips with another chaste kiss as he carries you into your shared bedroom, placing you on the bed as he hovers above you. “I’ll make you feel so good tonight, sweets.”

His lips are then on yours again, his lower half grinding on yours a few times to rile you up, making you elicit a few moans that caused him to go overdrive. He grunts, taking in the scandalous sounds you make before sitting back up, taking the shirt off from your body, throwing his head back at the sight of you clad in only your underwear. “You do know how to make me go wild, baby doll.”

You smiled at him, happy that you were able to make him go haywire at just the sight of you not even fully naked. “My clothes never seem to stay on with you around anyways.” You answer, making him chuckle lightly as he started to attack your neck with kisses, nipping at the skin quite harshly making you hiss in pleasurable pain.

“You look better naked” was all he said before taking in one of your breasts, tongue swirling around the hard nub as his hand teased the other, fingers pinching on it lightly making you take a sharp gasp. He did this for a few moments before kissing his way from the valley of your breasts all the way down to the top of your panties.

Sam looked up at you with a devilish grin upon the realization of what lingerie you were wearing, “My angel looks so good.” he praises, taking a moment to admire your already fucked out appearance with lips swollen and hickey littered skin. He was quick to take off your underwear, eyes filled with hunger at the sight of your soaking cunt.

This feeded his ego to no ends, seeing you so needy for him. “I haven’t even touched you yet you’re already so wet for me, baby girl.” he commented, hands caressing your inner thighs teasingly as he took a moment to drink in the sight of you.

The way his rough and slightly calloused hands were in juxtaposition to the smoothness of your skin granted goosebumps to run along your skin, the cold air of the room adding on to your arousal. “Sam, please. Need you.” You begged once more, attempting to close your legs for some needed friction but his sudden grip on it making you think otherwise.

“Almost there, baby. Patience.” He said, bringing two digits to very lightly graze upon your slit before bringing it up to your lips, his thumb tapping your bottom lip, “Open up, sweets. Wanna see you taste yourself first.” He ordered, wanting to see you suck on his fingers.

Wanting nothing more than his touch, you easily obliged and took his fingers in without him prying them open. Your eyes were locked with his as you sucked on it, setting a blaze inside his eyes that you haven’t seen before, that lone making your stomach twist in knots.

As soon as Sam was satisfied at how wet you made his fingers, he finally gave your throbbing pussy the attention it yearned for. Inserting the two digits inside of you with ease as he slowly started to pump it in and out of your heat while his thumb rubbed circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves.

You were a moaning mess under his touch, back arching at the slightest touch he would do to your clit. You were overwhelmed with the pleasure he was providing you. “F-fuck!” You breathlessly moan, hips bucking up as you wanted more of his touch.

Sam then leaned, tongue lapping up your sweet juices as he sucked on your aching clit, the gentle suckling was sinful to your ears. He moaned at the taste of you, its vibrations against you making you whine at the contact. He curled his fingers inside you, easily finding your sweet spot upon seeing how you writhed under his touch.

With Sam’s tongue abusing your clit to no end and his digits mercilessly pumping in and out of you, the tension was all too much to handle that the knot that was in your stomach finally broke. “Go on, baby. Come for me, why don’t you.” He said, feeling how your walls were clamping up around him. The euphoria that followed made your legs tremble as you reached your high, shamelessly moaning Sam’s name mixed with profanities as he continued to finger you through your orgasm.

“Such a good girl for me” Was his words, rising up from his position. You watched as he licked up every last drop of your cum off his fingers, rolling off the bed to rid himself off from his own clothes, your mouth practically watering at the sight of his rock hard length that sprung out from the tight confinements of his boxers.

You were gonna reach out to feel him when he stopped you, “No, baby. Tonight, it’s all about you, remember?” he said, stroking his length a few times, thumb circling around his tip that was glistening with pre-cum as he got back on the bed, positioning himself on top of you. “You ready?”

“Y-yes, Sam.” and upon hearing your answer, he eased into you. Both moaning at the longing of feeling each other intimately. No matter how many times the two of you would fuck, you still couldn’t get used to his size. He filled you up quite easily, his hips meeting yours as he filled you in deep.

Ever the gentleman, he waited for you to give the signal that you were ready and upon your nod, he started to move slowly, wanting to ease you into the pace.. Sam’s groans were music to your ear, “So fucking tight, angel.” He said, one of his hands reaching up to wrap around your neck, pressing against its sides lightly.

“F-faster, Sam. Please” You said and he complied, like your words were pressed a switch in him, he started to relentlessly slam into you, fucking you into the bed and into oblivion. His other hand was on the headboard, palm spread out to gain some support, the bed shaking violently as he continued.

“Let me hear those moans, angel. Let everyone know who you belong to.” Sam said, the hold around your neck tightening slightly, wanting to see you slowly gasp out for air as you let out those heavenly yet sinful sounds, “Who do you belong to, baby?”

“Y-You, Sam!” You answer, feeling your body writhe as another orgasm was already brewing at the pit of your stomach. “F-fuck, I-i’m yours!” You continued, eyes practically rolling to the back at the immense amount of pleasure you got from him drilling you into the mattress.

With those words that left your lips, he started to pound to you even rougher, not caring if the neighbouring apartments heard your cries of pleasure or the squeaking of the bed. You were his and it was his very intention to let everyone know that. “That’s right, doll. You belong to me.” he said, his eyes on your fucked out face. “Mine to fuck and mine to love.”

Feeling the knot in your stomach about to burst, your hands were gripping the bed sheets as you cried out in pleasure, “I’m gonna cum!” body unable to handle the amount of pleasure being handed to you as Sam continued to fuck you out, riding out your high until his own climax hit with one final slam, moaning as he filled you up with his own cum.

Pulling out slowly, Sam took the time to admire his own cum mixed with your drip down from your cunt, a feeling of satisfaction spread through his chest at the sight of you. He leaned in to kiss you once again, this time it was soft and just filled with love, hand running along your sides gently, “Such a good girl for me.” he whispered, pressing one last kiss before he stood up and walked over to the bathroom.

You attempted to follow him, but ultimately failed as your legs were shaking too much from your recent orgasm. You could hear Sam chuckle as he re-emerged from the other room, a wet washcloth in his hand as he approached you. “Let me take care of it, alright princess?” He said softly.

He then started to clean you up, making sure to whisper soft praises about how you took him so well and of how you were so good for him. The moment he was done, he mindlessly threw the cloth into the hamper, collapsing on the bed and took you in his arms, eager to cuddle you. Sam pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, “I love you, Y/N. You’re the only girl I’ll ever love.”

You hummed softly, making yourself comfortable in his arms, reaching up to steal a kiss from him, “I love you too, Sammy. I’ll always love you.”

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Bunny

Pairing: Changbin x Reader Genre: smut Word count:1,723 Warnings: Pet play (he just calls you bunny nothing more than that), Hickeys and of course Sex Authors note: Sorry this has taken so long to get out, i’ve been trying to write like five things at once and my head gets jumbled. Also sorry if this is trash, i deleted it all and re wrote it idk how many times but i need to put something out.

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Normally going with Binnie to music video sets wasn’t that big of a deal as you always made food for the boys and helped waste time with them, today though was different. You set down the food you had brought, the boys thanking you one by one as you find a corner to snuggle into. Your body exhausted from the over stimulation of the night before thanks to Changbin.

Chan passes by you on his way to the food table, “You okay Y/N?”

You open your eyes and smile softly at him, “ya, just extra sleepy today.”

He smiles cutely at you, “okay hold on” he sticks his finger up at you and retreats back to the room he was in returning with a blanket.

“Stay cozy,” he said, laying it on top of you.

You mumble out a soft “thanks Channie” and he pats you on the head and goes to join the other boys.

You lay there eyes closed but unable to fall asleep instead focusing on Changbin theatrically re telling the story of how he had to “save” you from a spider in the bathtub last night. He went on and on about you screaming and how he basically had to wrestle the spider cause it was so big when Han had thrown in “are you sure the spider was big or are you just that small?”

You could hear Binnie grunt at his remark wishing he could smack him in the back of the head but showing restraint. The group went on to discuss other things and go from topic to topic.

What Binnie didn’t mention was how you showed your gratitude towards your hero and how one blowjob accidentally turned into hours of him just obliterating your pussy. Just at the thought of last night, between your legs grew damp and you faintly felt his hand wrapped around your throat. You’re breathing started to become heavy as you tried to think of anything else besides Bins head between your legs. As you squeezed your thighs you felt someone lay on the couch behind you and as you felt the hand that gripped onto you you can’t help but feel a little devastated.

“Wakey, wakey.” The deep Australian voice whispered in your ear.

“What do you want Felix?” You mumble, “I’m trying to take a nap.”

“You’re kidding yourself if you think you actually are, I give it 10 minutes before Jisung and Hyunjin start opera singing for no reason” he giggled. You roll your eyes while turning on your side to face him.

“Why are you so tired anyway? You texted me you were going to bed early.” Felix said repositioning his head on his arm.

“Ya, I was but then ya know Binnie.” You said feeling the heat on your cheeks.

“God you guys are like bunnies, are you ever not doing it?” He rolls his eyes at you.

“Well we’re not right now and we very much could be so be thankful.” You huff at him.

“You’re so gross. Anyways after this we’re all gonna do a movie night at the dorm, do you wanna come?”

You thought about it, go home and sleep or stay around these hooligans and spend time with your boyfriend? “Ya I guess I’ll come but I’m not bringing anything.”

“Great, I already baked some stuff so don’t worry.” He said, his smile growing and roughing up your hair. You “hmph” at him as you try to fix your hair, exposing the hickey right behind your ear.

“You forgot one.” You stare at him in confusion until he pokes it with his finger. Your eyes go wide bringing your hand up to cover it. “Don’t worry stay here and I’ll go grab some green concealer.”

You nod your head in thanks as you sit up covering it with your hair knowing if Minho or Jisung got a glimpse of it they wouldn’t let you or Binnie live it down. Thankfully he hurried back with a small bag and a sponge and got to dotting and blending the make up in.

“Next time, tell him to not be so rough,” Felix said, putting everything away.

“Who says it’s him making it rough?” You smirk at him and he scrunches his nose at you. You can’t help but let out a loud laugh catching everyone’s attention, including the eyes of your boyfriend who was playing some slap game with Jisung.

Binnie, noticing how close you and Felix were came sauntering over, sitting next to you wrapping his arm around your waist, “Secrets don’t make friends.” he said, feeling left out.

“I know they make best friends.” You said kissing his cheek and smiling at him.

“We weren't telling secrets anyway, I was telling her she needs to tell you to stop being so rough with her.” Felix told him matter of factly.

“Hey,” Binnie says, grabbing you under your chin, “if bunny wants it rough bunny gets it rough. I could never say no to this cute face.” he kisses you smiling knowing he’s grossing out Felix.

“Y/n please tell your boyfriend to stop being gross.” Felix says, his nose scrunching once again.

You lean into Binnie resting your head on his shoulder, “Why? Would you tell bunny no?” you tease him pouting your bottom lip.

Felix's cheeks turn bright red at the thought of being there with you and Binnie in a sexual situation. “You guys are no fun.” He says getting up and heading to snuggle with what looks like Han.

You look at Changbin who’s already staring at you, “What?” you question him.

“I just missed you.” He said, cocking his head to the side like a puppy.

“Binnie you literally spent the night at my house and we drove here together. How could you possibly miss me?” You say giggling at him.

He gives you another kiss and grabs your hand, placing it over his crotch, feeling his stiffening cock you open your eyes, “Here?” you asked in a hushed whisper.

“Only if you’re comfortable with it.” he says sincerely studying your face.

You start to remember your thoughts before Felix had interrupted them, “Where would we go?” you grab his hand.

He smiles at you grabbing your hand back and dragging you out of their room and down a hallway as he checks every door, you follow holding the blanket Chan gave you close around your shoulders. Every door Changbin had tried had been locked and you were whispering for him to hurry before Chan caught you guys and finally he pulled a door open and not really looking in it he pulled you in closing the door behind him. He laid his lips on you heavily, rubbing his hand all over the wall to find a light switch.

Your hip bumped something and a loud clang happened, you jumped a lightbulb smacking the back of your head. You reach up to turn it on and look to see what has fallen then look around where you are and changbin and you start laughing. Of course the only door that would open would be the janitors closet and on the floor was a mess of brooms and mops.

Changbin had found a table and continued with what he came here to do, you. He grabbed the side of your head capturing your lips in a kiss backing you into said table. Grabbing the back of your thighs and pulling them up for you to jump, he set you top of it, moving his mouth to kiss down your neck.

You reached out to start unbuttoning his shirt when he grabbed your hands chuckling, “We don’t have time for foreplay babe, I’ve gotta be on the floor in like 15 minutes.”

He reaches his hand down between the band of your pants rubbing his fingers on your clit that was very much so still sore from the night before. You let out a moan as his finger gathered your slick from between your folds.

“Geez that fast?” Changbin says smirking

Your cheeks burn a shade of red, “Don’t get shy, I think it’s hot.” He says leaving kisses along your jaw and down your neck.

He quickly uses the slick that he built up on his fingers to cover his cock as a makeshift lube. He lowered your pants just enough to slide himself inside you, wasting no time he grabbed onto the table and started pounding into you causing you to yelp and moan. You could hear every grunt he let out with his lips being right next to your ear, only feeding into the building knot in your stomach. You use your hands to keep yourself stable on the table but with the roughness that Changbin is pounding into you with was making it difficult.

“Binnie, please” you whine, throwing your head back “I need to come.”

He brings his ring clad fingers between the two of you, finding your clit and begins rubbing it in rough circles, trying to milk every nerve in your body for this orgasm. He knows he’s on the brink of achieving it when your walls begin to spasm around him.

“Come on then, come for me bunny.” Binnie whispers to you as his hips snap harder and hand rubs you faster.

You begin to let go and just as your moan slips past your lips the door swings open and Chan barges in, “Bin let’s go- OH MY GOD.” He steps back out of the room as he makes eye contact with you completely ruining your orgasm and making you scream.

You take the blanket and cover yourself with it as you hear more feet come running down the hall.

“Stop, don’t go in there.” You hear Chan say to whoever is approaching.

Binnie looks at you with big eyes trying not to laugh mean while you look like you’re about to cry.

“Is Y/N okay?” You hear Felix's voice question with worry.

“I’m fine,” you yell at him, “Chan just scared me.”

“What’re they doing?” Felix asks Chan.

“What do you think they’re doing?” Chan answers, annoyance very evident in his tone.

“Ugh, are you guys ever not fucking.” Felix yells.

Binnie can’t help but laugh looking at you blush, “I don’t call her bunny for nothing.”

[whump-a-la-mode]

I request fluffy fluffity fluff with feverish, injured villain, hero caretaker, painkillers and a kitten. Please.

This is so cute ヾ(•ω•`)o I don’t write a lot of fluff, but this is some cute cute sick fic. Hero caretaker? Check. Painkillers? Check. A kitten? You know it! Thanks so much for the ask!!

CW//Fevers, injury mention, intoxicated/feverish character, painkillers

The text had been unexpected, to say the least.

That wasn’t to say that Hero wasn’t unused to receiving messages, especially strange messages. Half of the time, a buzz on their phone indicated that they were about to have the record for ‘weirdest thing they’ve ever seen’ broken.

Yet, this text said nothing of giant lizards attacking downtown, or a mad scientist’s experiment gone wrong. So, perhaps, to a normal civilian, it would have been quite a normal message to receive.

“Hey, Hero? I have a really big favor to ask.”

From another hero, it would have been quite the daunting request. But, it was not from another hero. At least, not in the traditional sense.

Hero had known Doctor for quite some time-- hell, every powered person in the city knew Doctor. In some ways, they were more of a hero than the rest of them, put together. While most hospitals flinched and scurried away from the world of villains and vigilantes, Doctor embraced them wholeheartedly.

A particularly egregious wound, carved in the heat of battle? A power malfunction? Any one of these things could result in the doctor being awoken in the middle of the night, an exhausted, limping hero upon their doorstep.

Or, a villain. Doctor insisted upon making their policy for such things very, very clear. Adamantly, they refused to involve themself in the matters of heroes and villains. Their battles, their allegiances, to the doctor were all naught. As they explained it, no matter one’s actions, no matter their beliefs, no one deserved to have their wounds go untreated.

Thus, their home had quickly become a neutral ground. Lifelong sworn nemeses could have their injuries wrapped mere feet from one another, and not one glare would be shot. In Doctor’s presence, there were no heroes or villains. Only patients. Only those who needed aid.

But, it was the first time that Hero had been on the receiving end of such a request. Of course, they were not about to refuse the doctor. With how much help they had given them, it would only be right to return the favor.

“What is it?” Hero tapped in reply.

Given the length of the doctor’s response, the three dancing progress buttons hung on Hero’s screen for far too long.

“Do you know Villain?”

It wasn’t a name they’d ever expect to hear in a conversation so casual. Villain. Though Hero did not consider themself to truly have a nemesis, if they had to define one, it was Villain who would be on the very tippy top of their list.

That was, especially after their battle the day prior. Their wounds still screamed at them, no matter how they tried to quiet them with painkillers and icepacks.

“I know Villain.” Hero replied simply.

“Okay. Do you think you could take care of them for a few hours?”

Instantly, the conversation shot up to the top of their list of ‘strangest possible talks to have over the phone.’

Take care of them? Take care of Villain? What cold they have possibly gotten themself into that required Hero, of all people, to aid them?

Then again, they had looked quite rough after their battle...

They had no need to question, as Doctor continued on their own:

“They’re sick. I need to go to work, but they shouldn’t be left alone, right now. I know it’s a big favor, but they need this, Hero.”

They bit their lip.

As a protector of the city, they had a very, very long list of priorities, and upon that list, helping Villain in any way, shape, or form was at the very bottom. Helping Doctor, on the other hand...

“Okay.”

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It was only upon arriving to front door of Doctor’s home that Hero had a rather odd realization: Never before had they been to that place in a completely stable state of mind.

If they had made the decision to bother the doctor, it meant that, whatever injuries or illness had befallen them, they could not manage it on their own. Thus, far more often than not, when they stood in front of this home’s door, they did so with a head full of cotton and legs formed of gelatin.

Now, however, their mind was not clouded by any malease. Instead, it was clouded by the stark realization that they had, perhaps, just made a terrible decision.

By the time they had arrived at the house, however, it was already far too late. When Doctor opened their front door, Hero knew full well that there was no turning back.

The doctor looked terribly bedraggled, and they could not help but wonder if it was wise for them to even go to work in such a condition. Yet, every powered person in the city knew far better than to distrust Doctor’s judgement.

“Thank you.” The medic began, a warm smile creeping onto their cracked lips. “I know this was awfully short notice, but I couldn’t think of anyone else who would know Villain as well as you.”

Well, Hero certainly knew what Villain’s fist felt like, crashing into their face, though that was about it.

“Okay, come on, come on.” The doctor rushed. “I need to be heading out soon.”

The hero nodded, hurrying after them into the building. It wasn’t exactly a sprawling thing-- certainly not large enough to house all the equipment that it did-- but, nonetheless, it functioned, through some miracle.

Against their prediction, Doctor did not lead them to the home’s makeshift infirmary. Instead, they moved to the cramped dining room, which, truly, consisted of little more than a table with just enough chairs to seat a guest or two. The house itself was not impressive, its owner only made it so.

But, Hero had seen that dining room, barren table and all, more times than they could count. There was nothing unusual to be seen about it. No. The strangeness of the hour came in the form of who, exactly, was seated there.

Villain.

Oddly enough, either they had forgotten to take off their ostentatious garb, or they had simply not had the time. The villain’s cape draped over their shoulders as they hunched over, forehead pressed to the table’s surface. A full glass of water and a small pile of crackers sat near them, untouched.

Hero bit their lip. Seeing their nemesis was never a good thing, of course, but something about this simply made their heart stutter.

“What’s wrong with them?” They began, before their voice took on a more panicked pitch. “They’re okay, right? They’re gonna make it?”

Doctor snorted.

“Hero, they’re fine. They say they had a fight, overexerted themself a bit.”

A fight? Oh, god, was this all their fault?

“But... They look terrible.”

“They just have a fever.” Doctor reassured. “Power exertion is nothing to scoff at, but I promise, they’re not in any serious danger.”

Hero hummed. “Then, why did you bring me here?”

“Because we need to make sure they stay out of serious danger. They can hear you, by the way, so don’t be an ass, please. But, yes, I’m confident this fever will break, so long as it stays down.”

“You’re putting them in my hands?”

“Yes. I trust you. Seriously, Hero, you look like a deer in the headlights. I’m not asking you to perform open heart surgery, here.” They smiled playfully. “All you need to do is keep them cool and keep them comfortable.”

“What does that entail?” Nervously, they chewed the inside of their cheek.

“Not a lot. Keep a wet washcloth on their head, make sure they drink water.” As the doctor glanced to the nearest clock, they began to hurry their words. “There’s a thermometer on the counter. If their fever goes over 103, call an ambulance. But, as long as its below that, you’re safe.”

“And... keeping them comfortable?”

“Just... try to get them to sleep. It won’t be easy for them, in this state. But if you can manage it, it’ll be a lot better. Oh, and, there’s Advil in the drawer. Give them some if they’re uncomfortable, okay? Okay, I really need to go, so, you got all that?”

“Uh- I think so?”

“Good. Okay, bye! Remember, above 103, call an ambulance. What temperature is dangerous?”

“103.”

“Great. Thank you so, so much! I’ll get you like, some chocolates or something. Bye!”

By the end of their speech, Doctor’s words had sped to the point of blending into one long stream of syllables. They tossed a coat over their shoulders, shoving their feet into their already-tied shoes.

“Oh, and try not to kill each other, okay?”

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Hero was alone.

They supposed that wasn’t entirely true. In fact, it was quite far from the truth. The house was anything but empty-- their nervous glances to the dinner table’s current guest ensured them of that. But, that did not help the chord of nerves that wrapped itself about their stomach.

Power exertion was nothing to be scoffed at.

Though they weren’t alone, they were the only one in the situation who could be described as responsible. It was they who had to keep their nemesis alive. And, worse... comfortable.

How were they supposed to rock their sworn enemy to sleep? Maybe, a good place to start would be stopping staring at them like some kind of creep.

Yeah. They should probably do that.

The hero inhaled through their nose, letting out a long exhale from their mouth, before approaching the table. Throughout the whole conversation, the villain had not so much as raised their head-- their movements coming only in the slightest of twitches.

Standing at the stalled villain’s side, Hero could not help but feel to have walked into the den of a lion. Yet, not the slightest movement was made. In an attempt to gently draw their attention, they ghosted their hand over their nemesis’s shoulder.

“Hey, Villain?”

There was a twitch, and a groan, but nothing that could be described as words.

“Um, Doctor is gonna have me take care of you now, okay? Can you look at me? I think I’m supposed to take your temperature.”

If the villain had been listening before that point, there was little indication. Had they already been asleep? Had Hero already ruined everything? Either way, blearily, Villain lifted their head, unfocused eyes fixing on the wall before their face.

Placing their hand to their forehead, Hero nearly jerked their palm away. Their skin felt like the burner of a hot stove. But, if Doctor said they were okay...

“How are you feeling?” As they spoke, they felt the slightest bit of the doctor’s voice slip into theirs. That soft, coaxing tone that all medical providers seemed to be able to imitate. “You haven’t touched your water.”

“Mmm...” The fevered villain murmured. “Can’t...Swallow.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Mmm.” They were unsure if that was an affirmation or not.

“Okay. Um, well, the doctor says you need water. Let’s get you some water, then... What do you need, Villain?”

The villain blinked, seeming, by all accounts to be on another planet.

“I’m cold...” At last, they muttered a pair of coherent words. “And hot...” Well, maybe not so much on the coherent part.

What was it that Doctor had said? Something about keeping their head cool. That was it, right?

“Okay, um. I’ll cool you down, and warm you up, okay?”

“Hero!” It was an excited cry, even with the way the syllables all blurred into one another. “Hero...”

“Yeah, Villain?”

“Hero, I looooove you.”

Oh.

No, they were just feverish. Delusional, they probably didn’t even know where they were. They had no clue what they were saying, just making sounds.

“I’m gonna go get you a blanket.” Hero spoke hurriedly, rushing off to do just that. For a few moment, they dashed about the house, gathering supplies and, hopefully, not rummaging too much through Doctor’s things. When, at last, they returned to the kitchen, it was with a dripping-wet washcloth and a bottle of tylonel.

Villain, so it seemed, had fallen back into their half-restful state, head on the table. With a gentle hand, Hero tipped their chin up, brushing the washcloth over their forehead.

“You want something to help with the pain, bud?”

“Head hurty.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

They placed down the washcloth, and, in an exercise in tedium, coaxed a pair of white pills down the villain’s throat, alongside a wash of water. Hopefully, it would be enough, as a snowball would make it too the depths of hell before any more water went down.

“I have everything set up on the couch. Can you walk?”

“Mmm... Carry me... I love you!”

“Y- Yeah, alright.”

Despite the feverish villain’s words filling Hero’s chest with an odd sensation, they obliged, plucking them from the chair and draping the washcloth over their forehead, taking care to ensure that no water would drip its way to their eyes.

The couch, as opposed to most of the furniture in the house, had seen some serious use. With only one bed in the building, when a hero was wounded with such severity that an overnight visit was necessitated, it was upon the couch that they slept. Though, luckily, use had not worn away any of the seat’s comfort.

A large, white, puffy comforter had been draped over the seats, and, upon laying Villain down, Hero secured the blanket around their body, tucking it in in the corners and ensuring that no draft would disturb them.

It was all medically necessary, of course.

Though, they couldn’t help but giggle at just how ridiculous their nemesis appeared, dwarfed by the fluffy comforter, face half covered by a rag.

“Alright.” Hero smoothed a hand over Villain’s hair-- to make sure they weren’t sweating excessively, of course. “Are you alright? Comfortable?”

“I love you! Love you...”

“Okay. Well, do you need anything?”

“Sleep...”

“You’re tired?”

“Sleepytime.”

“Alright, bud. Sleepytime.”

They couldn’t help but smile.

With a few more strokes through their hair, the fevered person soon let their muscles go limp, sacrificing themself to the whims of the blanket they were half-submerged in. The sight alone was enough to make Hero’s own eyelids droop.

It wasn’t like they could disturb the villain while they slept-- no, they needed their rest far too much for that-- and, there wasn’t anything else threatening the city...

What would a nap hurt?

Though there was no certainly no room on the seat for another full-grown human, that was a problem easily solved. In a blink of white light, Hero’s bleary form was replaced by that of a feline, with a countenance just as exhausted.

The felidae-turned hero leapt onto the couch, settling themself near the edge, before shifting themself against Villain’s feet.

To know if they woke up.

After all, it was very medically necessary.

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ LOVE TALK: SEMI EITA.

characters: semi eita x f!reader

cw:  established relationship + car sex + unprotected + vaginal penetration + c*wgirl + f! oral receiving + cunnilingus + timeskip! semi

wc: 4k

crossposted on my ao3 🤍

Right after getting off work, you hurried home to get ready for tonight's event. Your boyfriend, Semi, will be performing his gig tonight, and you had promised him you'd be there even though you had work today.

It's been quite some time since you last met him. Semi's been busier with the preparation for his gig concert, so he couldn't spend much time with you. That's why he wanted you to come rooting for him tonight. He wanted his sweet girlfriend to be by his side before, during and after he performs tonight. Your support means a lot to him, hence his clinginess.

You opted to wear a black bodycon dress to the gig. The closet was filled with old clothes that rarely get your attention anymore these days. The black bodycon dress looks stunning in your eyes, and of course, it'll be a wonderful gift for your boyfriend.

You paired your dress with a pair of high heels. After checking yourself in the mirror one last time, you finally left your apartment. Getting in the cab, you texted your boyfriend that you're almost there. Semi responded with a lovely response.

"Can't wait to have you here by my side, baby. Love you."

The cab stopped in front of the exquisite pub. It's one of the exclusive pubs around Tokyo that you've always wanted to go to. Who would have known that you'd be here to cheer for your boyfriend at his gig concert? To be frankly speaking, you did not regret wearing the bodycon dress to this place. Because once you stepped your foot into the exclusive pub, the guests were all nicely dressed.

Wow, a soft gasp elicited from your mouth.

Your feet dragged you straight to the waiting room where Semi was probably waiting for you. The guards outside of the door let you in once you told them you're Semi's girlfriend. When you stepped into the waiting room, you were greeted by his band members. Your boyfriend was getting his hair done in front of the vanity mirror.

"Hey, baby," Semi's raspy voice greeted you when he spotted you through the mirror. He was so excited to meet you. Damn, you look so fucking hot in that tight dress. Erotic thoughts started to cloud his mind once his eyes landed on your figure. He tried to shrug it off, but it got stronger once you got too close to him. Shit. You're the most inevitable temptation to him.

You smiled at him through the mirror. His cologne attracted your attention. Semi definitely smells like strawberries and cigarettes. He likes fruity scents because it makes him look gentle and fond of the others, he said. You took a step closer to him and wrapped your arm around his shoulders, "You look so hot, baby." Right after complimenting him, you planted a soft kiss on his cheek.

Semi chuckled when he felt your soft lips landed on his cheek. "You look hot as usual too, baby. Hm, new dress perhaps?" he whispered before bursting into laughter once he locked eyes with you. His hand respectfully rested on your lower back as he turned his body on the chair to face you. His band members went out so they could give both of you some space.

Soft laughter escaped your mouth. You fixed your hair as you locked eyes with him, "Yes, this is new. I bought this just for tonight, you know. You should be proud of me, baby", you laughed. You caressed both sides of his face, "Good luck for tonight, baby. I'll be in the crowds rooting for you! The loudest person to cheer for you tonight will be me."

Both of you then burst into laughter. "Atta girl. I know you'll be my greatest supporter. I can't wait to spend more time with you, baby. Wait for me until the end, alright? I'll bring you to dinner after this ends," Semi made a promise with you. You nodded your head happily. Just then, the gig manager called them up on stage to start performing.

You blended with the crowds. Semi's yet to perform on the stage. You waited patiently with a proud smile plastered across your face. A few minutes after, his band made an appearance. You loudly cheered for him from the crowds. Semi spotted you in the crowds, and he winked at you before he started warming up. You were flustered by the sudden wink.

The sound of the music playing drowned you in your thoughts as you enjoyed the entire performance. Semi looked ethereal being on the stage. His presence captivated a lot of people's attention. Murmurs and whispers could be heard clearly in your ears. You were incredibly proud of him. Jealousy struck when you heard some of the girls whispering they'd like to meet with Semi backstage to get his number.

Anger took control of your body for a second before you tried to knock it off. You enjoyed the performance while Semi kept on glancing over you. He found you to be distracted from watching him. "Baby, eyes on me," he said into the mic. Your eyes widened the moment you heard that. The crowds were looking for the lucky girl that the main singer had his eyes on.

Semi smirked when he had your attention back. He continued singing after getting your attention back. He had a few songs to finish before the show comes to an end. Before it ended, Semi said his gratitude and closing line before the lights are out. He walked to backstage and packed his stuff before meeting with you. Earlier, he asked you to wait for him outside of the pub.

He slung his guitar over his shoulder before exiting the pub through the back door. Semi smiled alone when he thought of finally spending time with you after a whole week of not being close to you. The moment he pulled the door, he was met with a guy bothering you. You looked irritated when the guy kept on pestering you. Semi let out a sigh before he walked over to you.

"Sorry, she's mine. Can you back off?" Semi said with a stern voice. He pulled you away from the annoying dude. Your steps staggered due to wearing high heels on the harsh concrete surface. Semi grabbed you by the waist. "She clearly said no. What else are you waiting for? Now, scram."

The annoying dude huffed in annoyance. Clearly, he didn't stand a chance with you once he spotted Semi. He walked away with steams coming out of his head. You let out a relieved sigh, "Thank goodness. Thanks, baby. I didn't know what to do if you weren't here."

You smiled happily at Semi — your hands clutching on his black leather jacket before leaning in for a kiss on his soft lips. Semi's lips formed into a smile once he shared the kiss he had longed for from you. His hand gently pressed the back of your neck to deepen the kiss. "Mhm," he heard you hummed before breaking the kiss.

"We should get to my car, hm?" Semi smirked. His thumbs caressing both sides of your face before he led you to his car that was parked in the almost empty parking lot. The sky was getting darker, and both of you should probably leave in an instant.

Semi opened his car door for you. You flashed him a smile before he closed the door after ensuring you got on the passenger's seat safely. After ensuring you're safe, he kept his guitar in the trunk. He rushed to get on the driver's seat, and once he got on the seat, he ignited the engine. He let the engine warmed up first. "So, baby. How was today's performance? Did I do well?" he cheekily smiled at you.

You chuckled. Your heart got excited when he asked you how he was doing on stage. It felt so special to know your opinions matter to him. "You were amazing! Not gonna lie. The girls drooled over you. I'm kinda jealous," you smiled as you turned your body to face him. "When you winked at me, I almost collapsed on the floor," you joked.

Semi laughed when he heard what you said. "Did they really drool over me? That sounds like a lie, though" he poked your nose playfully. He then put on some songs to fill the comfortable silence. "Baby, I missed you. I didn't get to say much when you visited me in the waiting room," he pouted. He grabbed your hands before kissing your knuckles.

A delighted hum elicited from your mouth. "I missed you too, baby," you smiled before kissing him on the lips. Semi cradled your face to deepen the kiss. He kissed you adoringly. For a moment, you forgot the place and the time because he was all you were thinking about at the moment. You were overwhelmed by the kiss. This moment was incredibly perfect; there was no other way to put it into words.

Semi's arms wrapped around you, holding you closer. He broke the kiss, and your eyes landed on the string of saliva connecting your lips with Semi. "I don't think so it's a good idea to be here," you mumbled quietly. Your eyes staring into his brown eyes before both of you broke into soft giggles.

"There's no car around here, baby. Look. It's almost empty," Semi tried to convince you. "I know for a fact that both of us won't be able to bring this home," he added.

You laughed. "I love you, Eita," you said with your eyes shut before feeling his lips crashing on yours again. You got on top of him over the armrest that was separating your seat and his. Semi cradled you in his lap in the tight space. His hands landed on the curves of your ass perfectly. He removed the strands of your hair that was covering your face.

Both of you were breathless after breaking the kiss — the silence filled with heavy pants coming from both of you. "It's getting hotter in here even though the AC is on," you smiled cheekily. Your fingers tugging on his leather jacket, subtly signalling him to remove it.

Semi extended his arms for you to remove his jacket off of his lean figure. You took it off of him and tossed it in the backseat of his car. He then held you by your waists before cupping your chin to kiss you once again. You felt his feathery touch lingering around your exposed thighs. His fingers drew closer and closer to your core.

A soft moan escaped from your mouth. "Hm, I haven't even touched you properly, baby," you heard him let out a sinister chuckle.

You huffed as you smirked. "Oh, shut up," you said before shutting his pretty lips with yours.

Semi's index finger reaching for the thin straps of your dress. His slender finger twirling the thin straps playfully before he removed the straps off of your shoulders. You let him took them off you while hungrily kissing him. Both of you could feel the tension in the air.

He then removed your dress from your perfect body. His eyes eyeing your bare upper body. "Hm, no bra. Courageous move," he flashed a cocky smirk. You tried to cover your bare breasts with your arms, but Semi had a hold on your wrists. "No. You can't prevent me from seeing what's mine, baby."

You felt your arms on your sides immediately. "Don't touch what's mine," he gritted through his teeth. You grew impatient, so you pushed him on the leather seat—his back resting comfortably against the leather surface. Your hands tugging on the hem of his white t-shirt before you removed it from his body. Your eyes then landed on his fair abs, flexing underneath you.

Semi's eyes trailing your movements as your hands roamed free on his abs. A small whimper elicited from his mouth when your pretty mouth trailing kisses over his abs. You stopped leaving kisses on his lower body once your fingers reached for his jeans button. You unbuttoned his jean and rashly slid them over his long legs.

Your palm touched the forming tent on his black Calvin Klein. His lips quivered as his patience grew thinner. "Hm baby, don't test my patience," he growled softly.

A sinister smile flashed across your face. "Aw, baby. Be patient for me, will you?" The tension building up as time passed by. You finally undid his briefs and let them pooled around his legs. His cock was pretty; you admit that. The tip of his cock in the shade of pretty pale pink. You smirked at him when you kissed the tip of his cock. Your mouth wrapped around his tip before your lips twirling from the base of his cock.

Semi held a fistful of your hair when you had his cock in your mouth. Your tongue gladly licking the leak of his precum. His cock in your hand, gently pumping it up and down before you buried your face in between his legs once again. Semi's head laid comfortably on the headrest as he watched you did all the work.

His breath hitched when he slowly felt his orgasm building up. "Fuck," he let out a shaky breath — his hand still grabbing onto your hair. He admired your beauty while sucking his cock like a good girl. Your saliva began covering the entire size of his cock. A desperate moan escaped his mouth, silently begging you to make him come.

Semi could feel every twirl and lick of your tongue on his cock. His lips quivered as he felt his high almost washing all over him. "Baby, fuck...," he moaned.

You buried his cock down your throat deeper, making Semi bit on his lower lip to stifle his desperate moans. He watched your head bobbing up and down — sucking on his cock deeper and deeper. He let you used your hand to pump his cock. The grip he had on your hair became tighter when you watched his cock twitched. Thick spurts of cum landed on your face as you heard him letting out the most sinful moan.

His abs flexing hard after his high washing over him. "Ride my cock, baby," he gently tilted your chin using his index finger. He didn't have to tell you twice. You were already straddled on his lap. Semi pumped his cock a few times before sliding it in your cunt. The moment he slipped it in, a sharp gasp filled his car. Both of you exchanged looks as his cock stretched your pussy.

His hands in the curves of your waists as he guided you back and forth on his cock. Your pants then filled his car. Semi's eyes trailing your naked figure with so much love. He thinks he's fallen in love with you all over again. Your dreamy lips, the soft flesh of your skin, everything about you makes Semi thinks about how falling in love makes him so delightful. "Fuck, baby," he murmured under his breath.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as his length poking your g-spot as his cock gliding in and out of your drenched cunt. Semi gripped into your waists tighter as he felt so close to cumming inside you. His fingernails dug deeper into your skin. Your tits bounced as you bounced on his dick while chasing your high. His fingers gently pulling on your nipples before massaging your soft flesh using his slightly calloused hand.

"Baby, I'm so close," you let out a harsh moan with your head thrown back. Semi kept his hand around your throat and squeezed it lightly before his dominant hand travelled to your core. Using his thumb, he slowly rubbed circles on your sensitive clit. You were a moaning mess when he circled on your clit. Dripping on his legs, your juices all over his from coming.

Semi collected your juices with his long fingers. He asked you to open your mouth so you could share the same taste of his favourite. "Don't you taste good, gorgeous?" You laid your head on his chest while panting for air. He gently caressed your hair. Semi felt calm once he held you in his arms. He then heard you let out a soft hum.

"Let's bring you to mine," he chuckled.

Oh baby, once both of you got into his apartment, he certainly couldn't keep his hands to himself. Your back was pressed against the soft mattress beneath you. Semi hovered on top of you, and once again, he took the dress off of your beautiful body. His hands massaging your breasts while his tongue twirling with yours. Soft hums filled the slightly cold bedroom while both of you were busy trying to undress each other.

Semi's hand hiked your dress. His bare hands caressing the flesh of your inner thighs. The contact between his skin and yours made you whimpered desperately in his mouth. You could feel the smirk he was giving you when he heard you whined. Semi felt your grip tightening around his neck. He broke the kiss to take a look at your beautiful face before he ruined your makeup again. "Do good for me, baby."

You nodded because you were anticipating to be underneath him this whole time. Semi took off his white tee and tossed it on his bedroom floor. You watched him taking off his skinny jeans with a lust-filled gaze. Not long after, you felt his knees nudging your legs to be in between your legs. His hands roughly taking your dress off. Magnificent — was all he could think of when your naked body displayed in front of him.

He found you so tempting to be so submissive to him. Semi then peppered kisses from your neck to your lower body. Again, you let out a soft whimper when his breath fanned over your drenched pussy. Your underwear was long gone after riding his cock in his car at the parking lot. Maybe you left it in his car? You weren't exactly sure where you last saw it.

His two long fingers spreading your pussy lips before eliciting a soft chuckle. "Always so wet for me, hm?" he left a kiss on your pussy. Your whole body shuddered when he placed a tender kiss on your sensitive pussy that's waiting to be fucked. Semi had to hold your thighs so you would stop moving. "Someone's quite excited tonight. Hm. What should I do with this beautiful pussy of yours?" His fingers stroking your folds — your sticky juices on his fingers.

"Please... I need your cock in me, baby," you shamelessly begged your boyfriend. Semi snickered, "Aw, my baby girl is using her big girl words." His tongue stroking a long lick in between your folds that made your back arched lewdly. Your hand trying to push his head away, but he kept them down on your stomach.

"Patience, baby," his raspy laughter vibrated against your cunt. He licked a long stripe against your slick folds that made you wriggled under his touch. Your eyes shut while you felt your body was slowly set on fire. You tried to control your breath but, each breath got heavier every second passing by.

"Please..." you begged. Semi lifted his head to look up at you. He inched his face closer to leave a kiss on your soft lips. His thumb grazing softly against your lower lip, and you sucked on it while locking eyes with him.

Semi could feel his cock was painfully erected when you started nibbling on his thumb, sucking on it as if you had an oral fixation. He almost, keynote almost, came undone in his briefs. Now, he had his hand wrapped around your pretty neck, "Baby, you shouldn't have done that to me. Look at what you did to me now, hm? My cock is all hard for you."

You heaved out a deep breath — your chest rose up and down while anticipating his next move. Semi took off his briefs, and his hardened member sprang dangerously close to your core. You choked on your breath when Semi slid the tip of his cock on your entrance teasingly. You stifled your moan from exploding.

He let out a sinister laugh upon seeing your slightly fucked out face. Semi then slid the tip of his cock inside of your tight pussy. Both of you let out a loud gasp when it slid in. He groped one of your breasts before kneading them as he slowly thrust into you. Giving you the time to adjust to his size, you finally granted him to move.

Semi fucks hard. Clearly, that's not an understatement. He slammed his hips against you, and just one thrust was enough to make you cried. "Fuck, baby. I missed your pussy," he nibbled on his lower lip while rocking his hips into you. The tip of his cock brushing against your g-spot while setting his pace.

"So fuck me harder, baby," you panted out. Your tongue lolled out when you felt the tip of his cock hitting your cervix. "Ah, please," you pleaded softly.

Semi sighed. He rocked his hips harder while playing with your tits. Your perky nipples got even more sensitive when he latched his tongue on each of them. Alternately switching between using his tongue and his fingers on your tits, he kept his pace so he wouldn't disrupt your rhythm. He eyed you from on top, slightly smirking when you babbled out nonsense.

He cupped your cheeks harshly, "Aw, baby. Look at me. Aren't you beautiful looking like this?"

It's so fucking difficult to speak properly while he is rearranging your guts. You panted while trying to form a proper sentence. "F-feels too good, Eita," you then threw your head back against the soft mattress.

Semi's eyebrows furrowed when he felt your walls tightening around his aroused cock. He let out a soft grunt when each drag against your walls felt heavy, "Baby", he whimpered. His lips parted apart while eyeing your naked figure. His hips slammed into you once again, the bed creaking with every thrust. Semi's ash blonde hair stuck on his forehead that was beading with sweats. His glossy lips parted apart with his eyes shut, whimpering your name.

Your wrap around his neck tightening. The coil in your lower core slowly building up as his cock hitting your g-spot. "Fuck! Right there, baby," you cried out. Your breath became heavier as your climax approaching closer with every thrust.

Semi gripped on the headboard of his bed, his eyes locking with yours. Just then, his slender fingers intertwining with yours — clasping both of your hands just above your head. He stared into your tears-prickling eyes—the corner of your lips forming with your drools after babbling incoherently. He leaned his face closer to the crook of your neck, slamming his hips into you one more time.

"Come for me, baby. Fuck, I'm close," he moaned into your ear.

The coil building up in your lower core rising with every sway of his hips. You dug your nails into his back — crescent shapes forming on his fair skin a moment after. Your mind went blank as your orgasm almost crashing. The lump in your throat made it difficult for you to even let out a sentence from your mouth. It was all too euphoric at this moment.

Your gaze was filled with dark skies that are lit up with the stars. "I'm c-coming," your breath was harsh. Your tongue was almost numb from the tiredness due to all the moaning.

Semi let out another loud grunt as his grip on the headboard tightened before giving you the final thrust. You felt your juice leaking out of your cunt, dripping on your inner thighs, eventually coating your boyfriend's cum-covered cock. A sense of relief was felt after your orgasm washed all over your systems. You shut your eyes closed, feeling the hotness of your boyfriend's thick cum painting your insides.

"I love you," he murmured quietly. Semi then kissed your lips. It was a long and sweet kiss. You could feel a hint of love and a tiny bit of lust in the kiss he gave you. Slowly, you opened your eyes. His eyes met with yours, and he flashed you the sweetest smile you could ever ask for.

"I love you too, Eita," you hummed while wrapping your arms around his neck. You embraced the warmth that his body radiates. The feeling of longingness was still there even though he's back in your arms.

"Come here," he said softly. He then straddled you in his lap to face him. Semi removed the strands of hair that fell on your beautiful face. "You're so fucking pretty, do you know that?" he chuckled. Your soft laughter filled his ears — the laughter he missed while he was away from you. Even though he gave you a call every single night, it didn't feel the same as having you in his arms.

He held your body closer to him. You brought his head to the crook of your neck. Semi buried his face there quietly while his arms wrapping around your body tighter than ever. "Wait, dinner!" he suddenly remembered the promise he made with you while both of you were in his car. The promise he made before things escalated between both of you.

"We can just cook the ramen, baby," you planted another kiss on his lips. Semi felt beyond than grateful to have such an understanding girlfriend. "I'll bring you to dinner tomorrow, alright? I promise." You nodded with a cheeky smile plastered across your face. Heart feeling content to be with him back again.

[thiserichann]

cookies and cream - lee jeno

reader x jeno

genre: smut, strangers to fuck buddies, humor if you squint hard enough

word count: 4k-ish

warnings: recklessness (she met with a stranger online, don’t do it kids) excessive lying, 18+ scenes that includes: oral (f receiving) face riding, soft dom!jeno?

This is merely a work of fiction and is not meant to hurt the image of Jeno and NCT. Again, don’t be as reckless as OP. This was just a fantasy of mine that I’ve been dying to get out of my system.

Holy fuck.

That's the only word that you've managed to utter when you decided to check your messages that morning.

You got bored in the middle of the class and decided to sneak a peek on your phone to pass the time. The class is recorded anyways so you can always just go back to the parts of the lessons that you've missed.

But holy fuck.

You never expected to see THAT so early in the morning.

"Miss Y/N?"

You snapped back to reality and stopped malfunctioning for a second when somebody called your name. Everyone including your professor remained quiet and all eyes are on you.

"Oh. Sir what’s the question again?"

You answered nervously as you tried to review your notes and backtrack on what he is discussing a few moments ago.

"I see that you're distracted in the middle of my class again. Mind sharing what you're occupied with?"

"Uhm. I was watching KPOP fancams, sir."

"Fancams won't get you into law school, Miss Y/N. Phones off please."

You tucked your phone back to your pocket and never picked it up again since. The professor started blabbering again but no information is being retained on your head. It stayed that way at your other classes.

You wished you were looking at some KPOP fancams earlier. You’ve watched fancams at class before and got away with it unscathed.

Oh no. It was a goddamn dick pic.

A good one, too.

It was from a guy that you met in a kink site a few days ago. You created the account out of boredom and expected nothing to come out from it. It’s all the flirting and sexting without all the unnecessary commitment

It only took you a few minutes to set up an account. For some privacy, you made a random birthdate and a random nickname, because like hell would you share your real information to these people. You also picked a racy picture of a lady that looked a bit like you and passed it off as your own.

Within minutes, your inbox is flooded with messages. Most of them, however, are from men who are old enough to be your father.

Well, you were bored, so you entertained everyone and then went on back to your boring, vanilla life. A few political history and theory books later, you went back to see which ones messaged you on the site.

And that's where you've met him.

The most gorgeous piece of meat alive.

He seems like a nice guy. He introduced himself as LJ and your age aren’t that far off from each other. LJ is the only one who actually engaged in conversation besides "want to fuck?" or "are you horny?"

As soon as you started messaging back and forth, you scrolled on his profile to see what he looks like. The only thing is, his profile looked a whole lot like those high fashion male underwear photoshoots.

It was an array topless pictures (presumably his, you just can’t be bothered to check if it is actually his). It featured his sculpted abs and biceps, cropped up all the way to his full lips. Despite not seeing his whole face, you knew very well that he’s a hunk. To say you were intrigued is an understatement.

Since then, you've been talking back and forth through Snapchat (your secret one because you're not stupid) and sent him actual pictures of yourself, completely omitting the face. You took one from your bed, your bathtub, and probably every part of your house that you felt is sexy enough to be included on the pics.

You can't tell him if it's him or the repressed sexual urges finally manifesting itself after more than a year of not getting laid, but every text to and from him made your heart race. It was something that you looked forward to every hour everyday.

Hours went by that you totally forgot leaving him on read. You climbed up to your bed to rest your back to the headboard and opened your unread messages.

You: Hey svlr. School stuff.

  He opened the chat and started typing right away.

  LJ: Oh good. I thought I did something wrong to upset you.

You: Not at all. I loved the pic by the way. It literally knocked my socks off.

LJ: Just the socks?

You: You can take the rest of it off yourself ;)

You scoffed. The flirty banter has always been there ever since you started talking but nothing really came out of it.

LJ: If only I could :(

You: I know. Covid’s a bitch.

You set your phone aside for a second to go to the bathroom. On your way, you picked up some snacks at the fridge and sat back down to your bed, only to find your phone blowing up.

LJ: If you're down maybe we could meet

LJ: It's totally fine if you don't want to

LJ: I just made it weird, didn't I?

LJ: I'm so sorry I brought it up in the first place

LJ: I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable

LJ: Hello?

LJ: I'm really sorry

You: Chill. I'm right here

You: I just went to the bathroom

LJ: Oh

You: I'd be lying if I said I don't want to meet you as well

You: Well... I wouldn't write off the idea

You: But with the Covid

LJ: Thoughts?

You: I don't think it's a great idea

The screen says Seen right at the bottom but it took him a couple more minutes before finally replying.

LJ: I understand

LJ: But in case you change your mind, I'll leave the time and place up to you

LJ: I’ll take care of the rest

LJ: Deal?

You: I'll sleep on it.

You: Speaking of sleep, I gotta go. Morning class.

LJ: Okay. I guess this is good night then

You didn't, in fact, talk to him the day after.

You'd be lying if you said that you didn't want to see him and his abs in real life. But as someone who overthinks a lot, you just can't shake off the risk.

You: Good night. Talk to you tomorrow.

What if he's not really the guy in the pics? Or he’s psycho in real life? What if he's infected the virus?

You sighed.

Why must some global pandemic ruin your sex life?

You waited until the end of the day before you finally replied to LJ. The last thing that he texted was a brief good morning from earlier in the day and nothing else. He’s actually a pretty sweet guy, totally not worth ghosting, and you actually liked talking to him as a friend that you can share your sentiments with.

With your guilt finally eating you up, you took a break from your assigned readings and sat back at your bed to rest for the day. Your fingers hovered over the keyboard for a minute, thinking of something to say to him. It took you a few tries before finally hitting the send button.

You: So, I thought about it

LJ: And?

You: I need to know I can trust you

LJ: Okay. How?

You: I don’t know. Send me a proof that you’re real. Get tested?

You: Is that fine with you?

Within a split second, he sent his reply.

He actually did it.

You couldn’t believe it but he actually did it.

LJ: Consider it done.

He got tested for physical, including the virus test, and passed with flying colors. He even sent you a vid of him inside a medical clinic.

He just sent the uncensored results this morning where you can clearly see his real name.

Lee Jeno.

LJ.

Seems legit.

Well, the uncreative nickname shouldn’t matter now because the results meant only one thing.

You’re gonna have to push through with your promise.

You got ready around noon that day. You can’t remember the last time that you actually got ready to meet someone that’s not a delivery guy or a relative passing on something to your family.

As someone who overthinks a lot, you actually got everything covered. You picked a place near a restaurant to eat. The police station is just a few blocks away just in case something happens, and right in front of a library…

“Where’re are you off to?”

You raised your backpack to show to your mother.

“I’m off to the library. I needed to get these renewed. Maybe pick up a novel or two.”

She looks at you from head to toe, eyeing that incredibly loose hoodie, faded denim jeans, some worn out sneakers that looked like it’s supposed to be thrown away years ago and a medical mask that covers about ¾ of your bare face. It’s just your usual attire whenever you go out for errands.

She just nodded and went back to watching her favorite soap opera.

“It’s nice that you’re out of your room for once. Take some cookies from the kitchen so you’ll have something to eat in case you get hungry.”

… as an alibi to get away from your strict parents.

As soon as you left the door and made sure that you’re out of sight, you found the nearest public toilet and grabbed a whole other outfit from your backpack. The hoodie is replaced by a white, ruffled see-through blouse and you ditched the jeans for a tight skirt that’s at least four inches above your knees. You tousled your hair a little bit and put on some powder and tiny hint of lipstick before putting your facemask back on again.

It’s been a while since you’ve done an elaborate scheme like this. Your skills got a little bit rusty, but they always work.

Sometimes you wonder if you’re really meant to be lawyer or a criminal instead.

You stepped out of the toilet and blended right back into society.

Now all you have to do is find wherever the hell LJ is.

Jeno sat anxiously as he waited for you right inside the café. He’s on his fourth cup of coffee but it didn’t do anything to calm his nerves down (geez I wonder why).

You: I’m almost at the café.

He’s been staring at his phone the whole time. Once he received your message, which is a pic of you in the bathroom after the outfit change, he almost choked on his drink.

This message sent him on a panic as he turned his camera on to see how he looked. He did some minor adjustments to his hair and he wiped off his eyeglasses clean with the sleeves of his hoodie (which did nothing for him by the way) and then casually sat down and played it off cool like he hasn’t been waiting for you for over an hour.

On your perspective, you walked inside the café and looked around for LJ. Fortunately, there was only guy inside the café, twiddling with his phone on his hands and as he kept on peeking through the glass windows as if he’s looking for someone.

From afar, he actually looked really cute. His appearance, a shy, nerdy dude with glasses, looked way off from the fuckboy image that you expected him to have in reference to the messages that you’ve been getting from him.

It’s always the quiet ones that are kinky. You should know, you are one.

You walked over to his table and tapped his shoulders to get his attention.

He froze for a moment before he finally managed to turn around and face you.

“You’re actually here.”

“I know. I’m just as surprised as you are.”

tap tap tap tap

The room is so quiet that the only thing you can hear is the sound of your heels tapping against the tiled floor. You can say that that is one of your observable annoying habits tapping your foot on the floor when you're a nervous wreck.

Sighing in retaliation, you removed your hoodie, fanning yourself as you tried to relax and get comfy on the hotel couch (which should be comfortable enough since you paid a shit ton of money on that room), switching the TV on to get your mind off of things. The lackluster array of shitty sitcoms didn’t distract you at all, but it instead reminded you of the reasons why you’re in that room in the first place.

Having nothing to do to pass the time, you paced back and forth in the room, finally sitting down once you realized that it looks way worse than you just tapping your foot. You folded your arms right across your chest, looking at the watch from time to time but the hands of the clock seem to be moving slower the more you stare at it.

Quarantine started almost a year ago and it's been very hard for you. Sexually. It's been almost a year since you've been touched by a man and you’re more than ready to jump on anyone’s dick at any this point,

Too bad that that dick is taking his sweet time in the bathroom.

tap tap tap tap

Your foot found its rhythm once again, only this time, you’re not nervous anymore. Your patience is wearing thin.

As if summoned by the constant tapping, the guy comes out of the bathroom, just casually drying himself while wearing nothing but the towel dangerously hanging on his waist and a boyish smile on his lips.

No biggie.

"Hey."

Suddenly, you’re not tapping anymore.

Head empty, just thoughts of a hot guy patting down a towel all over his toned body.

“I hope I didn’t make you wait for too long.”

He spoke, tossing aside the towel on his hands on the sofa, finally giving you a full view of him and all his glory.

You must admit, you’re skeptical at first. The guy that’s been sending you faceless thirst traps just days ago, telling you how he’d fuck you senseless looked a lot different from the guy who entered the hotel room just a moment ago.

He came in wearing those black oversized hoodies that did a great job in hiding his best features. His hair was a bit long for your taste, covering half of his face while the face mask hid the other.

But this man right here in front you, he’s Adonis.

You unconsciously bit your lower lip, earning a chuckle from the guy.

“I’m guessing that you’d like to start now?”

You nodded, the tension and awkwardness rendering you unable to speak.

He smiles as he takes the remote from you, turning off the television because the main show is about to start.

You started to tense up again, eyes wide as you realized that he’s now right beside you, wrapping his arms around you as soon as he sat down. He leans over, soft lips coming into contact with your exposed neck and shoulders, landing small pecks all over.

You sat there breathless as he slowly ran his fingers to the side of your thighs, tracing circles at it while giving small, reassuring kisses on your neck and shoulders. It’s as if he’s asking you for your consent, waiting for you to open up to him before he makes a move.

He got his answer when you turned around to face him, running your fingers into his cheeks before cupping his face, your lips finally touching his. He moved in the same pace as earlier, slow and calculating. You got a bit impatient once again, biting his lower lips gently to let him know that he can do more.

He grabbed you by the waist and successfully placed you on top of him. The kiss got even more sloppy as you ran your hands through nape, then into his soft locks. His hands travelled once again, finger running through legs again, stopping as soon as he reached the hem of your skirt, flipping it up to reveal the thin lace material that barely covered your core. You took that as initiative to remove the towel on his waist and grinded against his growing member, the friction and heat enough to earn a groan out of him.

He held your waist once again, firmly this time, halting your movement completely.

You broke away from the kiss, staring him in the eyes to read his face.

“Something wrong?”

“Hold tight.”

You were about to ask about what hold tight mean, but your arms cling unto him involuntarily as he lifts the both of you out of the sofa.

Jeno laid you gently in the bed, making sure not to break eye contact as he does so. He looked like he's about to eat you alive, which is enough to send flush to your cheeks.

“I would’ve loved to bend you over that sofa, but I think it’s just proper that our first time will be on the bed.”

"God. You're beautiful."

He then ran his fingers towards the thin fabric of your blouse, feeling every part of your torso like he's memorizing every detail of it. His hands then travelled in your chest, squeezing the swell of your breasts on each hand, fingers shaking as he does so. It felt like an artist admiring his delicate work of art.

He situated himself between your legs, taking a moment to admire you first before doing anything else.

He started to run his hand on your cleavage and stopped on the uppermost button of your blouse, taking his time to remove all of them and placing a kisses at the exposed skin. After all of the buttons are taken care of, you lifted your body up and slid off the fabric. Your black lacy bra finally made its appearance. You took the liberty of taking that off too, as slow and as you possibly can.

 Jeno just stared at your body in awe, breathing heavily as his eyes scanned your naked glory.

 "Gorgeous."

He said under this breath before leaning down to claim your lips once again. You're turned on by how much attention he's giving your body now. You're usually loud in bed but his gestures are making you bashful. You've never felt this beautiful before.

You can feel his hands trembling as it travels all over your body, his kisses getting even more needy. There was moans of satisfaction every time he would lick your lips. Jeno was kissing you like you were oxygen and he needed to breath.

His hands travelled south, running across your thigh and your now aching core. You're about to remove your skirt and underwear but he stopped your hands midway.

"Keep it."

He took your hands away from your skirt and placed them just above your head.

"Just sit there and relax baby. Let me treat you."

You did just like he told you and gave him full control of your body.

"Good girl."

His lips brushed your ears, whispering sweet nothings about how beautiful you are under him. His kisses then went down to your neck, using his tongue and teeth, marking everything he can get his mouth on with his saliva. Meanwhile, his hands finally touched you down there, massaging your still clothed wetness.

His middle and index finger felt your slit, moving it in swift motion in search for your clit.

"Oh my god. That's it."

You gasped as his fingers finally hit the right spot, tossing your head back as his fingers made circles at your bundle or nerves.

You opened your legs more, leaning on your arms on your back, head tossed back and eyes closed as you feel your impending orgasm.

He dipped his hand inside your underwear and collected some of your essence with his fingers. The mental picture of him licking his fingers deliciously is enough to get you off for weeks.

It didn't take long before he took your panties off and his ducked his head down. He opened your legs once again and licked one long stripe on your core, making sure to taste all of you. You sat there and watch as he hungrily takes all of you in his mouth, acting like your pussy is a full course meal and he's been starving for years.

Within moments, you've become a moaning, toe curled mess. You ran your fingers to his blonde hair, guiding him on how to move his tongue and fingers on you. At one point, he bit some of your sensitive skin, making you scream a string of curses under your breath.

"Stop stop stop."

You grab a fistful of his hair and he paused from what he was doing. You pushed him gently away from you, leaving him staring at you confusedly. The confusion didn't last long when you flipped your current position, you're now on top.

"Can I ride your face?"

At this point, you're bold and horny enough to use your words and ask him. He just nodded, sliding himself from underneath you and went back to eating you like a champ. You grabbed his hands and placed them across your chest, squeezing your breasts to send him a message. He was quick to pick up and followed suit, pinching your nipples right in between fingers while your ride his face to orgasm.

"Shit. I'm coming..."

  You writhed from above him as you come undone. Your body felt cold all over. Your eyes are ringing, feeling dizzy as you almost passed out while you bucked your hips a few more times to milk your release.

You didn’t have time to recover when you heard your phone ringing from outside. Your legs felt a little shaky and you almost tumbled and hit your head in the wall if Jeno didn’t help you get up. You  sat down on the floor, butt-ass naked as you frantically searched for your phone from under all of your stuff before you finally pressed the answer button.

“Yes mom?”

“Where have you been? Your father’s been looking for you at the library. He’s picking you up on your way home.”

You buried your head on the couch to shake off the buzzing feeling on your head. You placed a pillow on your body while you searched for your discarded clothes all over the hotel room.

“Oh yeah. I went to the café and got something to eat. Tell Dad I’ll meet him outside the library.”

“Okay sweetie. Can you pick up some groceries on your way back? I’ll text you the list.”

“Yeah mom. Bye.”

You breathe a sigh of relief as you started putting on the outfit that you wore when you left home.

“Where are you going?”

Jeno reluctantly got dressed as well, his shy demeanor came back as soon as he wore his glasses and fixed his hair.

“I got to go, Jeno. I’m sorry that I’m leaving in such a bad time…”

You went over to him and placed a sweet kiss on his lips.

“I promise to make it up to you next time, okay? I’d love to meet you again.”

You grabbed a paper bag from your backpack and handed it to him, waving as you bolted out the door.

After fixing his things, he sat down for a moment and took a quick peek inside the package that you left him.

It was a ziplock bag of full of cookies and a whole other treat.

You left him your two-piece lace lingerie.

To be continued.

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WHAT BENNY DOESN’T KNOW | Chapter 4

A TRIPLE FRONTIER STORY

Summary: Drama ensues when Santiago tracks you down in Italy and tries to get you to go on the Triple Frontier mission with him.

Warnings: VERY Mature 18+ ONLY!! Read this chapter around others at your own peril. Angst, murder, gun violence, language, references to drug use, SMUT!, dom!Santiago, oral (female receiving), light bondage, edging, squirting, thigh riding, slight degradation, dirty talk.

Word Count: 8177

A/N- I don’t know what else I can say about this chapter other than I am sorry. This chapter ran away with me and became a fucking monster. I hope it lives up to the hype, even if it isn’t what you expected, I hope it still satisfies and shocks. Frankie fans have been very patient and I know this chapter is going to tease you but trust me, it’s worth it for how the rest of this story will go. So without further ado, here’s what went down in Italy.

PART FOUR | What happened in Italy.

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'Hey I need to talk to you about something.'

'I've got this recce I'm doing and could really do with your help.'

'Hey did you get my text.'

'Did I do something wrong? Why are you ignoring me?'

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You scanned the messages on your phone once more before looking up at your reflection in the bathroom mirror before you. You rested your hands against the top of the sink, the phone digging into your palm as you pressed it against the porcelain. You couldn't deal with this, not right now. You reached for your clutch, wresting on the ledge before you, as another girl entered the bathroom through the door to your right, the music from the club growing louder before being dimmed again. You made polite eye contact, smiling at the girl before she closed herself inside one of the stalls.

You closed the thread of text messages from Santiago, dropping the phone back into your bag. You took a moment to fix your hair and your dress before making your way back out in to the heart of the club.

The base of the speakers passed heavily through your body as you made your way back to your group in the VIP booth. You had been in Italy for almost six months, infiltrating the Italian mob, becoming the girlfriend of one of the high ranking members to get information. Vincenzo reached his arms out, encouraging you to come sit on his lap so he could show you off to his company. You felt his hand come to rest against your ass, rubbing it slightly and you had to use all your effort not to roll your eyes and fake gag, instead turning your head closer towards him and giggling innocently into his neck.

You had rested your bag against your bare thigh and you could feel your phone begin to vibrate through the fabric as someone tried to call you. You attempted to ignore it, leaning against Vincenzo, you took a moment to look over his shoulder out the window behind you and down to the people on the street. The Italian continued to talk to his company,  oblivious to the fact you were a spy and retaining everything they were saying. He almost completely ignored your presence and you listened intently to the information he was sharing.

You felt your phone begin to vibrate inside your bag once more and rolled your eyes. You didn't need to check it to work out who it was. No doubt it was the same man you'd been trying to ignore for the last 7 days. You rolled your eyes before leaning to say into Vincenzo's ear, “Vado al bar, torno subito.” I'm going to the bar, I'll be right back.

He gave you a kiss on the cheek and a small nod of acknowledgment, slapping your ass for good measure as you stood, this time you really did roll your eyes in disgust. You reached your fingers into your bag, rooting for your phone, which was now ringing for the third time in a row, as you made your way towards the bar. You looked down at it to see Santiago's name before looking back at your target in the VIP booth, trying do decide if it was worth taking the risk and answering the call.

“Santi I'm working right now, can we do this later.” you asked into the phone, your voice blunt.

“Sorry querida, I didn't realise, I was just calling to say, I like that dress.” your eyes widened at his words, your head whipping around to scan the crowd for him. “You know it's very short, I got a very good look at your ass when you stood up.”

“Santi?” your voice was both a warning and question as you struggled to find his face amongst the club attendees.

Santiago watched you carefully through the scope of his sniper rifle across the street, struggling to stifle a small chuckle as your eyes scanned the room you were in intensely, looking for him. “You know you're not gonna find me in there.” his voice was a taunt down the phone, you didn't let up you're search for him though.

“Santi, what are you doing here?” you tried to keep your voice calm, your eyes checking back on Vincenzo again, making sure he wasn't watching you and how frantic you were acting right now. You let out a deep breath, you hadn't realised you'd been holding, as you saw him still talking intently to his friends.

“You weren't answering my texts.” Santiago's voice came down the phone once more. You turned your back to Vincenzo, leaning against the end of the bar, trying to blend in. “I had to get your attention somehow.”

“Santi, where are you right now? I swear to god, if you ruin my cover.” you let the threat hang openly down the line. He was well aware of what you were capable of without having to threaten him with specifics. Then a thought crossed your mind. “Santi, how did you know where I was?” he didn't respond. “If you knew I was here...” you worked the thought through your head silently. “Santi? Why did you decide to call me right now?”

“Because I needed you to stand up so I could get a clear shot.” he finally said, his voice calm. You whipped your head back towards Vincenzo so fast, your phone dropping from your ear, resting at your side as you finally worked out where he was. He was watching from a window across the street. Shit.

It felt like everything was moving in slow motion as Vincenzo's body suddenly collapsed forward off the chair he'd been sitting in, hitting the glass table in front of him smashing it. You slowly brought the phone back up to your ear. “Get out now. Meet me in the alley around the back of the club.” were the only words he said to you before he hung up the phone. Girls began to shriek around you as they realised what was happening. Vincenzo's men quickly stood, pulling guns from their holsters, searching for whoever had shot their leader. You disappeared into the chaotic crowd now fleeing the scene, closely watching over your shoulder to see if you were being followed.

You broke off from the stream of people once you were downstairs on the ground floor, leaving out of a fire exit at the back of the building. You listened as the sounds of a motorcycle cut through; over the top of the screams of the crowd that was exiting out onto the street through the main doors of the club. 'He didn't' you thought to yourself, lifting your head towards the heavens, a silent plea. It fell on deaf ears.

Santiago made his way into the alley on the back of a motorbike, coming to an abrupt halt before you. “You have got to be kidding me.” you said as you began to pry your heels from your feet, stepping closer to the bike. He lifted the visor to the helmet up and the way the skin creased around his eyes, you could tell he had that smug grin on his face. Of course Will had told him. “You did this on purpose.”

“Just get on the bike.” he responded, revving the engine impatiently.

You climbed onto the back of the bike, your heels clutched tightly in one hand, the other wrapping tightly around Santiago's middle. “I swear to God Santiago, if you crash this bike when I'm not wearing a helmet-” he didn't give you a chance to continue before he took off, weaving his way through the dimly lit back streets until he reached a particular hotel on the outskirts of the city.

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You slammed your bag and heels down on the dresser as you entered the gloomy hotel room. You leant back against the top of the piece of furniture, your elbows nudging a small box tv on top of it as you silently stared at the floor, refusing to make eye contact with your companion in the room. The sound of his keys hitting the side table was deafening in the silence, forcing you to finally look at his face. This was the first time you'd seen him in person since you had slept together just over a year and a half ago.

“How did you know I was here Santi? You keeping tabs on me?” you spat at him.

“I have a guy.” he says it so nonchalantly like it's no big deal.

“What the heck Santi?” you continue your voice slowly rising in anger. “I've been stationed here for just over five months now trying to gain intel. Do you know how much time it took me to get him to trust me.”

“Well when you dress like that, I'm guessing not that long.” You push yourself up from the dresser turning away from him, a hand fisting into your hair in frustration. You closed your eyes taking a deep breath. “Look the guy had a price on his head.” He continued taking a tentative step in your direction. “Besides, now you're free to come to South America with me.” you turned towards him again, a look of complete and utter disbelief on your face.

“Do I just look like a fucking joke to you?” your voice cut at him. His eyes softened, hurt as he realised he'd said and done the wrong thing. “You fucking track me down in Italy, shoot my target, oh and turn up with that god damn bike.” You paced back and forth a moment before stopping abruptly in front of him. “When did Will tell you?”

“What that you practically got yourself off on the back of his bike?” Santiago joked, a large shit eating grin breaking out over his face. Your face remained stern, letting him know you didn't find any of this funny. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry.” he suddenly conceded, his eyes dropping to the carpet. His voice was quiet when he looked back up to meet your eyes. “I don't think you're a joke.”

“But you and Will did swap stories about your time spent with me?”

“So he was telling the truth.” Santiago said taking a seat on the edge of the bed. “You did get turned on by his bike.”

“You say it like you're jealous Santi?” you question him. “You think because I had a good night with you the last time we saw each other, I can't fuck anyone else?” he couldn't meet your eyes. You raised your eyebrows in disbelief at his silence. “Just you wait until I tell you about me and Fish.” you say coyly, turning your eyes away from him, just as his head snapped to your direction again.

“What about you and Fish?” he questioned, his eyes not leaving you now. A small smile licked at the corner of your mouth at the memory, but a slight ache in your chest suddenly tainted it.

“Let's just say, had we known, we would have put towels down.” you teased him. He shot up from the bed then, taking a step towards you, his eyebrows furrowed in shock and curiosity.

“Wait when did you and Fish?” He couldn't even finish the sentence. Frankie had been in a relationship for the last two years, even had a two month old baby girl to show for it. A part of Santiago didn't even want an answer to his question, but he was so intrigued by the other part of your statement, it completely clouded his better judgement. “Wait you're telling me you and Fish slept together and he made you?” he couldn't even say the word.

“You don't believe me?” you questioned him as you reached for your bag, your fingers closing apprehensively around your phone inside. You knew this was a bad idea but you were so mad at Santiago right now you were willing to do anything to put him in his place. “Call him and ask for yourself.” you continued unlocking your phone and thrusting it into his hand challenging him.

You watched him intensely, trying to hide your nervousness, as he searched your contacts for Frankie's name. Santiago's thumb hit the call button then put the call on speaker, the sound of the dial tone pulsing through the room. The longer it took for Frankie to answer the call, only encouraged your own anxiety that was painfully attacking your chest. You and Frankie hadn't spoken since you told him you were coming to Italy to get away from him; and the way you left things you wouldn't be surprised if he didn't pick up at all.

Frankie was more than surprised when he heard his phone begin to vibrate against the counter top, your name lighting up the screen for the first time in almost 8 months. He took a deep breath, his phone hanging in his frozen grasp before him as he questioned whether he should answer or just let it ring off. He surprised himself with his own judgement when he hit the answer button at the very last second, bringing the phone up to his ear.

“Hello?” Frankie's voice echoed out through the phone in Santiago's hand. If Frankie felt stunned by the fact you had called him in the first place, he was even more shocked when his best friend's voice answered down the phone.

“Dude did you make her squirt?” Santiago was blunt and straight to the point, his question making Frankie's eyes blow wide as the bombshell hit him. His heart felt like it was about to pound out of his chest as his panic set in.

He had sat quietly pretending not to take in Santiago and Will's conversation about you, that they were having the last time they had all been together. He'd held his tongue, wanting to keep his emotions for you in check. He wasn't proud of everything that had happened between the two of you and he hadn't wanted the hassle of his two best friend's opinions on the matter if he'd come clean about it all. Frankie suddenly found himself becoming angry, the feeling bubbling up in his chest ready to explode. Not only had you ended things between the two of you by running away to Italy, but you'd just dropped information about your time together to Santiago like it hadn't meant anything.

Frankie's silence and your pained expression had told Santiago everything he needed to know. He struggled to find the words to say but quickly found himself floundering even more when Frankie's voice spat sharply down the phone, “Did she also tell you she let me do coke off her ass?” Santiago's head shot up, his eyes boring into yours in shock. Shit!

You're eyes blew wide, your mouth hanging open unable to find the words to talk yourself out of this mess. You panicked blindly snatching the phone out of Santiago's grasp, hanging up the call. Fuck. FUCK! This had backfired on you so bad. You and Santiago stood silent across from each other as the bomb that had just been dropped settled around you both.

“How many times?” Santiago's voice tentatively broke the silence.

“How many times what?” you decided to deflect the conversation with other questions, “How many times did he make me squirt or... how many times did I let him do coke off me?” Santiago's hands flew into the air, his gaze moving to the ceiling as he took a step back, searching for the strength to carry on this conversation.

“The fact that you even have to ask that just proves how fucked up this is.” he responded as he watched you gingerly step towards the bed to sit down. You perched yourself on the edge of the mattress, unable to meet his eyes, you were more than aware of how fucked up the situation between you and Frankie was. There was silence again as Santiago tried to decide which question he wanted an answer to most. The fact you had, had to question if he was asking how many times you let Frankie do coke off your body already told him it had to have been a couple times. This also made him wonder how many times you and Frankie had slept together for him to have had the opportunity to do drugs off your body multiple times. “How many times did he make you squirt?” he finally asked.

Your head shot up, you had not expected that to be the prioritised question right now. When you met Santiago's eyes they were dark, full of lust. It sent a feeling rocketing to your core and you were thankful you had sat because the tingling sensation that shot through your ass told you your knees would definitely have given way if you were still standing. Your voice was timid, “We talking about just the first night or in total?” you asked wanting clarity so you could give him an honest answer. Santiago's hand groped at his own face as he tried to rub away the building tension and frustration he was feeling.

By saying that, you were only confirming what he already suspected to be true. You and Frankie had had a fucked up affair while he had been out of the country. He wanted to be so mad at both of you for behaving so recklessly and being so stupid, but the knowledge that Fish had gotten you to squirt, the fact that you could squirt, was turning Santiago on like crazy. He just wanted a chance to try and make you cum like that for himself.

His feet felt like they had bricks attached to them with the weight of every agonisingly slow step he took towards you. Neither of you broke eye contact once as you waited patiently for him to clarify the answer he wanted. He came to a stop before you, his gaze baring down over you. You felt so small, so vulnerable. Santiago looked so powerful right now, a far sight from the man you had beautiful sex with the last time you saw him. You knew how guilty you felt for everything that had happened between you and Frankie but the worst part of all was you weren't sorry for any of it. You knew it had been wrong but you had fallen in love with Frankie Morales hook line and sinker and you'd been more than willing to look past all of the fucked up things he was doing, just so you could be with him. You felt guilty because you regretted none of it and would do it all again in a heartbeat and for that you wanted to be punished; and with the way Santiago Garcia was looking at you right now, you were more than willing to let him be judge, jury and executioner.

“Did he make you squirt the first time he fucked you?” He asked, his hands moving to start undoing his belt as he maintained direct eye contact with you the whole time. The sound of the chinking metal sent a flutter straight to your core.

“Yes.” you whispered breathlessly, ready to roll over onto your back right then and there and be submissive.

“How many times?” your eyes dropped from his gaze to watch him slowly pull the belt from the loops, the sound sending shivers across your skin. You were afraid to tell him because you knew Santiago was never one to shy away from a competition, he was overly competitive and you knew once you told him the number, his aim for the evening would be to best that. You watched closely as he bunched up the belt in one hand, the other reaching out to place a finger under your chin, lifting your head to meet his gaze again. “How many times?” his voice asked again, intimidating, calm and patient.

“Three.” your voice came back, small and timid. He gave a slight nod and you pulled your lower lip between your teeth in anticipation for what he would do next, your eyes staring up at him helplessly. He dropped the tender hold he had under your chin and turned away from you, taking slow and calculated steps towards a chair in the corner of the room. He dragged it back across the room with him, placing it in front of you. He slowly sat, his elbows resting on his knees, fiddling with the belt in his hand.

He could see the pain behind your eyes, your guilt clear on your face. He also knew you wanted to punish yourself, wanted him to help you do it, but he needed you to say it out loud. “What do you want me to do?” he asked. The question was soft, but still domineering.

“Please, Santi.” was all you could manage, your eyes screaming help me. You didn't care how he did it, but you wanted him to use your own pleasure as a weapon against you. Santiago bit down hard on his bottom lip, his trousers becoming tight as he looked at you helpless and desperate, releasing all your control to him. It was a power trip he never knew he wanted or needed.

He took a moment to centre himself, sitting up, his hands resting on his thighs as he thought through the best way to do this. “Take off your dress.” he said. He had a magic way of making his voice sound commanding without being threatening, it was cold, calculated and made you want to follow any order he gave you.

You lifted the dress the rest of the way up your thighs, bouncing slightly on the bed to allow you the space you needed to lift it over your ass. You bunched the fabric in your fingers as you pulled it up over the top of your head as Santiago stood. You dropped the dress, letting it fall to the floor by your feet. You sat patiently in your underwear, staring up at him, waiting for your next instruction. He placed his belt down on the chair before taking off his jacket. You couldn't help but stare at the muscles flexing in his arms as he hung the jacket on the back of the chair. “Lay back on the bed.” he said, his eyes not meeting yours as he made his way towards the bathroom. You were less than surprised when he came back with a towel.

He stood at the end of the bed, looking down at you laying back on the pillows in the middle of the mattress. He threw the towel down onto the bed, “Last chance to back out.” he said, his eyes boring into you. You remained silent as you continued to meet his gaze, your eye's telling him you weren't going to back out. After a minute of waiting and giving you plenty of time to change your mind, he finally gave you a brief nod, directing your gaze to the towel, silently instructing you to lay it out on the bed while he took a moment to take his shoes off.

You spread the towel out over the top of the covers, before taking your place inbetween the pillows again at the head of the bed. You watched him kick off his shoes before he crawled onto the bed, reaching his arm out for the belt that still sat on the chair, before making his way up the mattress towards you.

He tucked the belt into the palm of his hand as his fingers reached out for your ankles, spreading your legs out wide so he could kneel between them. He was leaning over you so close that if he leant down, only slightly, his lips would meet your own. He didn't lean down though. Instead he took hold of your wrists before leaning back on his heels. He silently began to wrap the belt around your wrists, not too tight, but tight enough that you wouldn't be able to break free from them without having to ask. He continued to stay silent, refusing to meet your eyes as he gently raised your hands above your head. You watched the look of concentration on his face, as he fixed the belt holding your hands, to the bedframe. The only sound in the room came from your slowly unsteadying breaths as the suspense and arousal built within you.

He ran a gentle finger lightly down your arm, the sensation making your skin tingle and you sucked your bottom lip inside your mouth to stop yourself from letting out a small gasp. Santiago wanted to let out a small chuckle from how powerful he felt from the sight, knowing you were becoming aroused already and he'd barely done anything. He forced his expression to remain icy and calculated, controlling, knowing the less he gave away, the more you're mind would race, making you squirm beneath him.

His hands reached for your legs, running his fingers slowly up the length of them, starting at your ankles and coming to a stop at your thighs, his hand giving them a light slap before his fingertips dug into the flesh. This time you really did let out a small moan as the sensation sent shockwaves straight to your core. Santiago really did allow himself a low controlled chuckle then. He watched intensely as your pupils dilated from the slight pleasure his touch had given you but then they contracted again, the shame of your aroused gasp making you bashful. He hadn't realised his pants could feel any tighter but they felt like they were suffocating him right now.

For the last year and a half, whenever he tried to have sex or jerk himself off, his mind had always wandered back to that last night he'd spent with you. He'd been itching to relive it for so long, but here now, seeing you like this, he already knew he had a new favourite memory of you; even if the circumstances that led you both here, hadn't been the most desirable.

He had leant forward again, his thumbs brushing against your inner thigh, as close to your panties as possible but not quite close enough to touch. It was torturous, much like how close his lips were to yours right now, but he made no move to actually kiss you. He knew how your brain worked, how easily it could run away with itself. All he had to do was leave hints for your body and your brain would fill in the rest, making your arousal only that much stronger because they were your own wants and needs, your true desires that were turning you on and that was much stronger than anything Santiago could do to you.

The sexual tension around the two of you buzzed in the air like electricity, sending tingles all through your body without either of you having to move. As you continued to stare into his lust filled eyes you slowly began to realise what he was doing. You'd always realised the physical power Santiago had over you and when you had left your plea open, unspecific, you had just assumed it would be that physical power that he would use on you to just take you, pound into you with no mercy, ripping your orgasms from you by force; but now you were realising just how much he understood your minds inner workings. This wasn't going to be a physical manipulation but a mental one, he was going to use your own overactive imagination against you and that really showed how much power he truly had over you and that would be what turned you on the most.

Your hips began to twist slightly, desperate for any friction you could get between your legs, your head leaning forward, desperate to feel his mouth against yours, his lips sucking and bruising your own; but he moved his head back just out of your reach, your hands pulling tight against their restraints as you tried to chase him. “Uh, uh, uh, I don't think so queirda.” he taunted you. You watched closely as he slowly ran the tip of his tongue over his lips, messing with your mind even more, making you even more desperate to taste them again. You bit your lip and wiggled your hips again, then flinched as Santi's hands slapped at your thighs once more, forcing you to stop. “You keep doing that, I'm gonna sit my ass in that chair and do nothing at all.” your eyes followed the tip of his finger as he took one of his hands off of your legs, to point at the chair still sitting at to the side of the bed. “Do you understand?” he asked, forcing your gaze back to his dark eyes. You timidly nodded and his eyes softened as he once more relished in the power you were giving him.

He slowly began to lean forward and for a moment you thought he was finally going to kiss you. You closed your eyes in anticipation but the sensation never came. You felt his breath against your skin as he let out a breathy chuckle; you were so desperate. He had to fight the shit eating grin that was threatening to spread across his face when your eyes opened to find out what had happened, realising he'd stopped, his lips millimetres from yours. He instead manoeuvred his head lower to brush his lips against your neck, small feather like kisses that tickled; barely there touches that messed with your brain. You felt your panties grow wetter, less so from his actual touch but the mental and emotional power behind his every move.

You remained still and patient and he rewarded you by applying further pressure with his lips, gently nibbling at the skin before licking the spot tenderly with the tip of his tongue and finally sealing each mark with a kiss. You sighed, your eyes closing and head rolling back as the fluttering sensation between your legs only grew. When he reached your clavicle he stopped, pulling his head back. You licked your lips, sucking them into your mouth and biting on them slightly to stop yourself from whining, knowing he'd only hold out on you more if you did.

You watched him in silence as he just sat back slightly, staring at your breasts. The longer he waited to do something, the more desperate your mind would race to fill in and work out what he was thinking about doing with them. Your eyes painfully followed the movement of his hands as they reached out to gently lift your boobs up and out of their constraints, the underwire from your bra digging into your ribs slightly with the new position your breasts were sitting in. He then sat back again to admire them, the cool air of the room prickling against your nipples making them stand erect.

Santiago hesitated a moment, his controlled resolve almost breaking at the sight. You watched him take a deep breath, fighting to ignore the growing pain between his legs as his erection pushed painfully against its confines. He suddenly caught you off guard as his hands reached forward towards you, one hand gently caressing your side, the other reaching to get a handful of one of your breasts, guiding it towards his mouth. It had been the fastest you'd seen him move all evening as he wrapped his tongue around your nipple before gently biting down on it, rolling it between his front teeth. You let out a gasp of pleasure, your head falling backwards, eyes closing, your body bucking forward at his touch, arms pulling at their restraints.

“Oh fuck.” the words fell from your mouth before you had a chance to catch yourself, your hips grinding your clit into the mattress. You froze a moment as you waited for him to stop, to pull away and go and sit in the chair away from you to punish you for not controlling yourself better, but he didn't.

Santiago felt your body go rigid beneath his touch and a devious smirk played at the corner of his lips as he realised just how much the weight of his previous threat had taken hold in your mind. He knew you were waiting for him to pull away, your own mind already torturing you; he instead decided he was going to push you over the edge. He began to slow down his movements, the tip of his tongue running slowly across your sensitive nipple that he still held gently between his teeth. His eyes kept a close watch on your face as you screwed up your eyes, your lips pursed together in a tight line, trying not to react so recklessly to his agonising touch again.

He pulled his mouth away from your nipple with a pop and he placed a gentle kiss over it before he moved his attention across to the other one. His moves became sporadic again as his other hand, removed itself from where it had been resting at your side, coming up to take your other breast between his fingers as he pushed it further up your chest, his fingertips forcefully digging in before he took that one too into his mouth with a squeeze. He felt your body buck at the stimulation, eager to get away from it before he tipped you over the edge too soon.

His hand relaxed and he slowly let go of your boobs, his fingers stroking across your skin until his hands were touching your thighs once more. He applied extra pressure to his hold, pushing them against the mattress, forcing you to open your eyes and look at him. You became quickly intimidated by the coy and devilish smile that licked at the corners of Santiago's mouth. You knew that look all too well, his brain had given him an idea and you were not going to like it.

He gently nudged his knee forward inbetween your legs and it applied pressure to your needy clit. You practically flinched, trying to get away as the jolt of sensitivity shot through you. He let a low controlled laugh pass his lips. “Oh I don't think so princess.” he said grabbing hold of your hips, lifting them up, his knee coming to rest underneath you, your legs now straddling his thigh. It took all your strength to not immediately start grinding yourself against it, not until he gave you permission. “This is what you wanted isn't it?” his voice was low in your ear, taunting. “Well go on then.” he said with a slight nod of his head but you were hesitant to move, scared it was some kind of trap.

You felt his hold on your hips change as he began to encourage them to move and they of course betrayed you, following his rolling motion. You let out a small whine as your clothed clit, dragged across his thigh. You scrunched your face up, burying it against his shoulder. You had become so sensitive down there that the slightest movement was both full of pain and relief. Santiago listened attentively as your breaths became shallower, the strained noises you tried to suppress to not let on how much you were enjoying this, becoming more frequent. He released his hold on your hips, his fingers hovering just above them, testing to see if you'd carrying on grinding yourself against him without his encouragement. You did.

Santiago allowed you a moment to continue working yourself against his leg. He pulled his head away from you, forcing you both to look at each other. “Look at you, so fucking desperate.” he said, his voice low, eyes hungry. “Getting yourself off on my thigh like that.” you let out an audible moan then, unable to contain it, his taunting voice tipping you over the edge. “You getting close baby?” he asked and you silently nodded your head. “You want to cum all over my thigh?” You nodded your head desperately and he raised his eyebrows in response, encouraging you to use your words, to beg for him to let you cum.

“Please Santi, please.” you breathlessly whined. “I'm so fucking close and I need to cum so bad.” He remained still a moment, feeling your hips begin to buck ever faster on his leg, your eyes desperately searching his, aching for your release.

“No.” his voice was blunt as he moved his thigh out from underneath you, your hips bucking into the air, thighs squeezing desperately together, needing that friction back, you're eyes became teary as a guttural, frustrated cry fell from your lips. Your arms pulled tightly against their restraints, pulling your body back into the bed and even further away from him. The look on your face was one of betrayal as he got up from the bed and turned his back to you.

You panted heavily, your eyes fixed on his every move, as he gave you time to cool off while he grabbed himself a bottle of water from the mini fridge. He made a show of turning back to you as he opened up the bottle, bringing the cold clear liquid to his lips. Santiago knew what he was doing. He'd given you a moment to calm down but he'd just denied you your release when he knew you were so close and he knew how hot and sensitive you still were down there, your legs trying to subtly rub against each other to alleviate the pressure.

He leant back onto the bed, open bottle still in hand. He reached out for your ankle, pulling your legs apart with his free hand. His eyes locked onto yours, panicked and swimming in desperation. He held the bottle out in front of you, hovering over your most sensitive area. His eyebrows raised, taunting you. It took every inch of strength in your body to remain silent and not cave, to beg him not to. His hand began to tilt and he watched as your eyes flicked helplessly towards the bottle.

Your hips flinched as the icy water came into contact with your most intimate parts. He had only poured a little bit onto the area, directly over where he knew your clit was, but it was enough for your legs to kick out wildly. His grasp, still around your ankle, became firmer as he pushed it into the bed to hold you still as your breath came out as a hiss between your teeth. He held you there a moment longer, just to reinforce his power, before he stood up again, letting out a low chuckle as he crossed the room, taking another sip of water, before leaving it on top of the dresser. He paused there a moment, arms crossed, leaning back against the wood. Your eyes were locked on his in anticipation.

His movements were slow as he crept forward towards the bed, his hands sliding up the fabric underneath your legs until his fingers could hook around the elastic of your underwear, dragging them slowly down over your thighs, tickling your skin sending shivers through you. Your breathing hitched and you fought to remain quiet. “You gonna be a good girl for me?” he asked as his lips began to kiss and nibble up the inside of your left leg, his right hand tracing circles around the inside of your right thigh. He looked up at you expectantly and you gave him a small nod. “Use your words princess.”

Just as your lips began to open, Santiago plunged his head between your legs, sucking your clit into his mouth hard. “Yes!” you cried out, more forcefully than you had originally been intending to. Santiago let out a low chuckle, as the power trip he was feeling took over his body. The vibrations of his lips against your clit made you squirm, pushing yourself further towards his mouth. He happily obliged your needs, lapping at your wet folds with his tongue, sucking your little sensitive bud into his mouth, every time he reached it. The sensation of his tongue and your over sensitivity made you whine, breathing heavily as you pulled against your restraints.

“God I've missed this.” Santiago pulled himself away from your folds for just a moment to allow the confession to slip freely from his mouth, before diving his tongue deeper into them once more. You let your eyes close, head rolling back, your body relaxing into his touch as you let out a long moan of satisfaction.

Your body jerked forward again suddenly, your head whipping forward to look at him as he suddenly plunged two of his fingers deep inside you. He began to curl them forwards, thrusting them quickly inside you. Your eyes blew wide as a familiar sensation began to build up between your legs, a feeling you'd only ever felt when being fucked by Frankie.

Santiago suddenly felt your body stiffen, as you realised how close you were to squirting for him. He felt how your vaginal walls started constricting, instead of relaxing into the feeling, you were trying to pull away from it. He looked up at the panic in your eyes as the thought that had suddenly raced into your mind took root. 'Frankie was the only one you wanted to let. make you cum like that.'

Santiago quickly took his fingers out of you, slapping his hands against your thighs in frustration, the guttural cry of you being denied another orgasm, ripping through the hotel room along with it. When he looked at you there were tears at the corners of your eyes. You were so desperate to cum but he could also see the deep feelings you had for his best friend clear on your face. No matter how much he wanted to see you squirt for him, he wasn't going to force you to if you didn't want to; but it didn't mean he couldn't feel a little bitter about it and if you didn't want to cum the way he wanted you too, then fine, he wasn't going to let you cum at all, not until you were begging him.

“Fuck.” you sneered under his piercing gaze. Your clit felt like it was on fire, you should have just let him make you squirt, but your body had made the decision for you before your brain could even comprehend why it had done it. You could tell by the look in his eyes though that he knew full well why.

He finally broke the brief silence, his voice coming out cold. “Fine. You want to go back to playing the edging game, we can go back to playing the edging game.” he said shrugging his shoulders slightly, his head tilting to gauge your reaction. You recognised the dark look in his eyes. It was the same look he got on a mission, ready to go in for the kill, determined to finish the job. You knew the moment you dropped your little piece of information it would send him into a competitive spiral. He had given you a final chance to back out before you started but you hadn't, you had given him full control and now he was reminding you of that.

“Santi, no please.” you begged, you needed your release so bad.

“You should have thought about that before you decided to hold out on me.” he said as he moved his thumb over your swollen clit, applying pressure, making you squirm and moan under his touch. “I thought you said you were going to be a good girl for me?” you didn't realise his voice could drop any lower, but it did and he felt your lower half tense as it reacted to the words. He slowly lowered his thumb, dragging it through your arousal that was dripping out of you. He brought it up to your lips and you submissively opened, sucking his thumb into your mouth, tasting yourself.

Santiago's pupils grew wider, the problem in his pants becoming noticeable again as he felt your tongue flex around his thumb. Fuck, he needed his own release just as much as you wanted yours. He slipped his thumb from your mouth, wrapping his fingers around your jaw. “You gonna be a good girl for me?” he asked again. His voice was soft, encouraging you to say yes so he could finally plunge his cock into you, just like he'd thought about doing almost everyday for the last year and a half.

As soon as you nodded, he wasted no time, his hands racing to take off his clothes before latching his lips onto your mouth. If your kiss had been a drug, then he had definitely just relapsed. You shuffled yourself underneath him, making it easier for him to line himself up with your entrance.

He gave you no warning before thrusting forward, sheathing himself inside you quickly with one swift movement. Your hips bucked up into him, trying to take him as deep as you possibly could, your mouth hanging open mid kiss. He allowed you a single second to adjust before his hips started rolling into you, his cock rubbing devastating against your sweet spot with every thrust.

He moved his hand, placing his fingers around your throat, holding you firmly as he relentlessly thrusted up into your wet cunt. “Santi, please.” you breathlessly whispered into his lips, your eyes motioning up to your arms. He took his hand off your throat, reaching a hand up to release the belt from the headboard but didn't untie your wrists. You lowered your still bound arms, over his head and he wrapped his arms around you, bringing your body up closer to his, your hips lifting from the bed.

The new position provided him with the perfect angle at which to rub against that special spot inside you and you soon found that familiar feeling from before building inside you. He could feel it, your walls pushing back against him and he let his head fall, burying it into the crook of your neck, waiting for you to tense again and try and shy away from it like you had before but you didn't. He quickly lifted his head then, looking down between the two of you, as he felt your pussy push his cock out of you on his backward thrust, your release spilling all over the bed as you cried out in pleasure. Santiago swore it was the best thing he'd ever seen. He looked back up into your cock dumb eyes, his lips latching onto yours, thanking you for the gift you were giving him. “There it is. That's my girl.” he praised before thrusting back inside you.

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“I need you on this job.” he said softly, his fingers tracing over your back as you lay, still naked, in his arms a few hours later. You shifted to look up at him.

“I can't Santi.” you replied, shaking your head slightly. He could see the pain behind your decision clear in your eyes. You knew what he was asking of you without him even saying it and you knew you couldn't do it. You were too emotionally attached to the other guys and you weren't ready to face Frankie again, the phone call earlier only reinforcing that more. You would be a weak link and you didn't want to put Santiago's hard work at risk.

“Okay.” he conceded gently, pulling you back into his chest and placing a kiss on top of your head.

“Who else did you ask already?” your voice asked quietly.

“No one yet.” he confessed and you looked back up at him confused, realising he had made you his first point of call, his priority team member. “This job means everything to me. It's everything I've been working towards over the last few years. When the information I needed to make this a reality came up, you were the first person that entered my head.”

“Why me?” your question came out as more of a whisper.

“Because I've never met anyone, who is as good at our job as you are.” For some reason his words hurt, because he was right. You were the best out of all of you for what he wanted to do. He came all the way to Italy to prove how much he needed your help, but you couldn't give it to him. You wanted to go against your better judgement and just tell him you'd do the job anyway, but you couldn't. Instead you buried your head back into his chest, your embrace around him growing tighter as you tried to reassure him, let him know how sorry you truly were.

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The Mercer Legacy - Part 1

Pairings: Reggie x Luke x Reader, Willex

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: none? 

a/n: welcome to the first part of my social media JATP au!! Im really excited about this series and I hope you like it!! Let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist! 

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“Beep beep! Coming through!” You heard somebody call from down the sidewalk.

You stepped to the side, lifting your dress so that the white fabric didn’t touch the grass but Alex wasn’t as lucky. Your best friend apparently hadn’t heard the warning and before any of you knew what had happened, Alex and the skateboarder were both sprawled on the ground.

“Oh, you dinged my board!” The skateboarder whined as he stood and you saw Alex scowl.

“I dinged your board? Dude, you ran me over! You’re lucky I didn’t-“ Alex stopped abruptly and you smirked, recognizing the expression on your best friend’s face as he actually looked at the boy who had run into him.

You knew that look, that was Alex’s gay panic look. However, before Alex could regain control of his brain long enough to say something his mom interrupted, calling out from the car.

“Alexander, Y/N, let’s get a move on! We don’t want to be late!”

The skateboarder nodded apologetically to Alex before riding off, leaving Alex to stare longingly after him. When he finally turned back he was met with a teasing grin from you.

“Don’t say a word,” he grit out, glaring at you and you laughed.

“Whatever you say, lover boy.”

“I hate you.”

“You love me.”

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The event was about as stuffy as you’d imagined it would be. After they’d lined you all up and announced you to the attendees, the master of ceremonies turned it over to the orchestra to play for the rest of the evening.

“How much longer do we have to be here?” You huffed, plopping down very un-ladylike into the chair next to your best friend.

“At least two more hours, probably longer,” Alex responded dejectedly and you sighed, taking a sip of your fruit punch as you surveyed the room.

Most of the attendees, both debutantes and parents, were slow-dancing to whatever piece the orchestra played. You would be perfectly content if you never made it onto the dance floor though you knew it was unlikely considering Mrs. Mercer’s overbearing and controlling nature. She’d be damned if her son didn’t dance to at least one song which meant you’d be dancing with him.

“Y’know, whoever chose fruit punch as a beverage for this event is an idiot,” you declared, holding your cup up to eye level as you stared into the red liquid. “It would be so easy to spill this all over my pristine white dress. Maybe I should. We’d probably get to leave and…” You trailed off.

Though distorted and colorized due to the liquid in your cup, you thought you recognized one of the young servers. Lowering your glass slowly as to not spill your drink (sure you’d threatened to but really this was a nice dress and you didn’t want to ruin it) you peered more clearly across the room at the boy.

“Hey isn’t that your boyfriend?” You asked Alex, grinning teasingly at him.

It was hard to be certain when the guy had traded his helmet for a neat bun at the base of his neck and his street clothes for a tuxedo shirt and black slacks but you were pretty sure that was the same boy who had run Alex over with his skateboard.

“What?” Alex hissed, looking around frantically and you weren’t sure if he was checking to make sure no one had overheard (no one had, you’d checked before you’d said anything) or looking for the boy in question.

“Your skater boy,” you explained. “Isn’t that him over there with the tray of hor d’œuvres?”

“Oh my god.”

“Well, what are you waiting for? Go introduce yourself, get his number!”

“I can’t just go over there,” Alex exclaimed, parroting your words back at you. “He’s working!”

You huffed and rolled your eyes at his reluctance.

“Fine. Then I’m hungry let’s go get a snack,” you stood, dragging him out of his chair with you.

You looped your arm through his, not allowing him to get away as you pulled him across the room. You stopped in front of the skater boy, pretending to be occupied with selecting an hor d’oeurve from his tray. You felt Alex freeze up next to you and you nudged him with your elbow.

“Alright well, Alex, I’m going to go sit over there,” you gestured over to a table nearby, “and let you guys talk.”

You slipped your arm from Alex’s, winking no-so-discretely at him as you moved away.

“I hate you,” you heard him hiss in your direction but you just smiled cheekily in response.

“So, Alex huh?” You heard the skater boy ask before you were out of earshot and you smirked.

You sat down at a nearby table alone, keeping an eye on Alex in case you needed to rescue him. However, once you saw him relax you let your gaze wander. Your new seat afforded you a view of the orchestra and you found your gaze drifting off towards the musicians. You hadn’t realized you’d been staring at one particular musician until the dark-haired cellist winked at you.

You felt heat immediately rise to your cheeks and you quickly averted your gaze, embarrassed at being caught by the cute musician. Of course, your gaze then fell to a violinist across the orchestra setup. To your surprise he was already staring at you, a cocky smirk on his face as he continued to play, completely disregarding the sheet music and conductor in front of him.

He was undeniably attractive, though in a different way than the other musician who had caught your eye. Still, you had the undeniable urge to wipe the smirk off his face and make him as flustered as you were so you did what the cellist had just done to you moments before. You winked. However, it didn’t seem to phase him very much, the flash of surprise crossing his face quickly replaced with a smug grin and you groaned internally. Not wanting to drop your facade and surrender, you did your best to smile back demurely before you looked away, eyes going back to where Alex and his skater boy had been standing.

You couldn’t help your surprise when you discovered that they were no longer standing where you’d left them. Your eyes began to flit frantically around the ballroom, searching for the familiar frame of your best friend but you couldn’t find him. That’s when you noticed that the skater boy was nowhere to be found either and you smirked to yourself, realizing that they must have snuck off somewhere.

Yeah, Alex definitely owed you.

You had just pulled your phone out to text him as much when the orchestra stopped playing. The sudden absence of sound shocked you and you looked up to see the MC stepping up to the microphone as the musicians began filing out. The MC explained that the orchestra was taking a brief break and you tuned out the rest of his announcement, your eyes being once again drawn to the brunet violinist. He tilted his head towards the stage door, silently inviting you to join him backstage and you quirked a brow in surprise. He winked in response, smiling cheekily before he turned to follow the rest of the orchestra off the stage.

You sent a quick text to Alex in case he came back before you snuck out the back, doing your best to blend in with the musicians. You were certain you were unsuccessful given your white gown and their concert blacks but nobody stopped you so you didn’t give it much thought.

It took you a moment to locate the violinist and you were surprised to find him with the dark-hair cellist who had winked at you. The violinist was sitting backward in his chair, elbows resting on the back while the cellist sat crisscrossed on another. They both looked up at you as you made your way towards them, each smiling at you, though the violinist’s was more of a smirk.

“Pull up a chair, mystery girl,” the violinist invited gesturing to a nearby black plastic chair when you approached.

“Mystery girl?” You quirked a brow quizzically as you slung the chair around to face them. You sat down gingerly, careful of your gown before pulling off your white gloves, gratefully to get rid of the fabric now that you were away from the rest of the attendees.

“Well we don’t know your name,” the violinist explained, studying you intently as if he was trying to figure out how you fit into this whole event.

“Well I don’t know yours either,” you tossed back with a smirk of your own as you crossed your legs and leaned back in your seat.

“Oh, well, I’m Luke,” the violinist introduced before gesturing to the cellist, “and this is...”

“Reggie!” The cellist chimed in, “Can we know your name now?”

“Y/N,” you answered simply with a smile. However, that smile turned into narrowed eyes and a look of suspicion as you watched the two boys exchange looks.

“You’re Alex’s y/n,” Reggie spoke aloud and you did a double-take.

“I’m who’s y/n?” You spluttered in disbelief.

“You are Alex’s best friend right? Alex Mercer?” Luke asked, leaning forward and causing his chair to tilt onto two legs.

“I- yeah, but how do you know that?”

“We’re in a band together! I play the bass and Lu…” Reggie trailed off, his voice going from excited to confused as he watched your expressions shift. “You don’t know about the band.”

“No, I do not,” you grit out, mind starting to wonder what else Alex had left out. Your best friend seemed to be living a secret life. “I’m gonna fight him.”

You pushed out of your seat, ready to hunt your best friend down and force him to tell you everything.

“No, wait!” Luke reached out a hand to grab your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. “Why do that when we could mess with him?”

You turned, giving him a thoughtful look. “Go on.”

“Well, obviously he kept us apart for a reason, imagine how freaked out he’ll be if he finds out we already know each other!”

“I like the way you think,” you smirked, sitting back down in your chair and pulling out your phone. “Okay now smile.”

You took a couple pictures of the two boys, wanting some options to post on Instagram later.

“Oh wait! We need some of you!” Reggie exclaimed, having caught on to your plan without you having to verbalize it.

You nodded in agreement as he pulled out his phone. You did a couple quick poses before dissolving into laughter, unable to take yourself seriously. The three of you sat that way for a few more minutes, getting to know each other and plotting your revenge on Alex.

Before you knew it the orchestra’s break time was up and the musicians began to file back onto the stage, leaving you to sneak back into the ballroom. Alex was waiting by the side door with a quizzical face.

“What were you doing back there?” He asked and you had to fight to keep the smirk off your face.

“Just visiting some friends.”

Part 2

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The Arrangement Ch. 28

Story summary: Desperately in need of money, you answered the questionable ad. AKA-Arranged marriage AU featuring Y/N and Yoongi

Chapter Summary: Photo shoot day. This ship is leaving the harbor. 

Previous Chapter here

It was still dark out when you got up. Your joints ached as you made your way to the kitchen and got your coffee. You walked over and opened the curtain slightly. In the early morning darkness you could make out snow flurries making their way to the ground. You pressed a hand against the glass, feeling the cold seep through. A chill went through you. You were glad you had ordered the extra waterproof equipment for today. 

You looked back and over towards the stairs. Yoongi would be able to sleep for two more hours before he needed to be at the trailer. BigHit had rented an area of park about 15 minutes outside of Seoul. You hoped traffic would go smoothly given the snowfall and that everything would be on time. The trailer company had already confirmed with you last night. Now all that was left was ensuring the trucks got appropriately loaded with the equipment. You got dressed and headed to the loading docks. 

The sun started to rise an hour later after you, the lighting, and the photography crew had made sure all of the equipment had been loaded. You then sent a message with directions to the head of catering and grabbed the clothing and accessory trunks. Satisfied, and sweaty, you hopped into the van and let the driver know you were ready.

The trip up into the mountains was a little bit scary, to be honest. The fresh snow crunched beneath the tires. As if sensing your nervousness, the driver reassured you, “We’ll just take our time. I drive in snow all the time.” You gave him a grateful smile but did not loosen your grip on the handle above the door.  “I can’t believe this didn’t get canceled.” He continued.

“Yeah, me either,” you agreed. You continued to monitor your phone. There were so many moving pieces that went into this shoot. It was difficult enough when everything was on-site. Having it in a location off-property and outdoors was immensely more difficult. You were glad to see the trailers were actually set up and running when you arrived. You had ordered a restroom trailer and a production trailer. Both generators were running smoothly. You checked in with the photography and lighting crew before unloading the van. 

You set up all of the clothing and accessories in the back room of the production trailer.  Hoseok had sent you photos of what each outfit was supposed to look like along with little notes. On the plus side, it was very nice and warm. It was small, but the space was manageable enough for 2-3 people. On the downside, it made going back outside suck even more. You walked back through the rest of the trailer, making sure the galley was prepared for the catering crew. Photography had their own section to review any footage without getting frostbite.

You took a deep breath and looked around. Yes. This could work. The sun was over the horizon now. You went out to help set up heat lamps.

At around 9 am the rest of the staff showed up: catering, stylists, and various assistants. You quickly assigned jobs to the assistants and showed the caterers to the galley. 

“Hey lady!” Alice waved as she exited the van. “It’s been a minute. What have you been up to?” She reached back in and produced two coffees, walking towards you with one. 

“Oh my goodness. Thank you. Thank you. You know. The same. Working. Helping Jimin prepare for the auction.” You took a sip of the coffee. “This is delicious.”

“Right?” Alice smiled, “I asked the driver if she would mind stopping at a real coffee shop and it turns out she was also burned out on BigHit house blend so we did. It’s so cold.” She shivered.

“Yeah. Well, you will be in the trailer to get started. Yoongi will be coming straight here so nothing will be done.”

Alice giggled, “Oooo, bed head Yoongi.” She turned around as you heard another car door shut. “You hear that Bongcha?”

What. the. Fuck.

“Hey!” Bongcha greeted you. “Ugh it’s so cold.” She wiggled and took a sip of her coffee. “Bed head Yoongi? Sign me up.”

You felt your eye twitch ever so slightly. You took out your phone, “Yeah he should be awake now. I’ll text him to check.” How to ask this tactfully, “Hey Bongcha. I thought Jessi was on make-up today.”

“She was, but she started to feel sick last night and asked if I’d cover for her. Of course I said yes.” She smiled

You swallowed your pride, “Awesome, well thank you so much. I really appreciate you stepping up. Like I said, you two will be in the trailer to start out. Yoongi’s room is in the very back, feel free to set up in there.” You gestured to the production trailer. 

“Great, thanks!” Alice said, walking around to the back of the van. You directed some of the assistants to help the ladies take their equipment inside.

YN: You up?

YG: No :p

YN: omg never call me a brat again. It’s freezing out here by the way

YG: What happened to “the snow is so pretty. I love winter. It’s the best”

YN: I like snow. I hate cold. Status?

YG: leaving now see you soon

YN: You gonna drink hot coffee today?

YG: never

You smiled and put your phone back in your pocket. Watching your breath become air you turned and looked at the set. It was all coming together; you had done it. It had fortunately stopped snowing for now, but unfortunately, your feet were soaked. You didn’t own waterproof shoes.  Oh well, you thought as you felt the cold begin to creep into your feet. This too shall pass.

You checked in with the crew members directing them to the hot beverage station which you had asked catering to set up outside. A floor had also been placed down under a canopy to provide a brief respite from any precipitation. Several people were taking turns standing in front of the heating lamps. “Thanks so much for ordering these!” “I can’t believe we’re shooting today.” You heard several times from the production crew. 

Finally you saw a car pull up that had to belong to Yoongi. You were surprised to see that he had driven himself. You had definitely requested a driver for him. You walked over, waiting for him to get his bag out and open the door.  He got out and mumbled a hello. He was wearing a hat, scarf, facemask, gloves, and long coat.

You smiled, “Hiding from the cold? A good strategy.”

“I hate this.” He said as he walked past you.

“I know.” You followed him, falling in step beside him. “But, look: you have a fancy trailer. And a fancy trailer to pee in. And your skin looks so refreshed and hydrated.”

You heard him laugh behind the fabric, “Yeah thanks, someone assaulted me with face lotion last night.”

“Assault? Please. Anyways, your room is in the back of the trailer. Alice and Bongcha are waiting for you, I have your outfits organized.” 

Yoongi stopped, “I thought I told you not to...you know.” He widened his eyes and trailed off as the two of you were surrounded by people. 

“I did what you asked me, and it couldn’t be helped. I’m sorry, I just found out.” You shivered. The sun had briefly escaped behind a smattering of gray clouds.

Yoongi rolled his eyes, clearly even more pissed off than he had been. “Yeah. Great. Where are your clothes?”

“What do you mean?” You asked, confused.

He gestured to you. “It’s -3.”

“I don’t have many winter clothes. Besides. It’s not so bad in the sun.”

Yoongi sighed in annoyance and took off his hat. He unceremoniously pulled it down onto your head, covering your eyes.  

“Hey...” you whined as you moved your hands up to fix it. When you did, Yoongi was already at the door of the trailer and going inside. You sighed and enjoyed the added warmth of the grey hat. It was extra toasty since Yoongi had inadvertently prewarmed it for you. You decided to go try and nonchalantly put your feet in front of one of the heaters and hope your shoes would dry out.

“45 minutes. 45 minutes left til go.” You yelled as you headed over to the awning. You plopped down into one of the camp chairs you had rented and took out your phone.

Jimin: Good luck today. I'll be sending you warm thought :(

YN: Thanks my dude. It’s fucking freezing out here. 

You snapped a selfie making a sad face.

JM: Yeah it snowed a lot last night. Omg you have Yoongi’s hat. So cute. Invite me to the wedding

YN: *eyeroll* I’ll invite you to your funeral *angry face*

JM: ahahahahahahahahahaha You smiled and answered a few emails.

WWH: Where are yooooooooo gggggguuuuuuuuuuuuyyyyyyyssss. Yoongi won’t answer meeeeee :(

YN: Photoshoot all day. Sorry. Maybe we can hang this weekend.

YN: Jin is sad you won’t text him back. 

You sent a screenshot of Jin’s messages.

YG: WWH? 

YN: World Wide Handsome.

YG:.........user does not exists error 404

YN: ???????

YG: This number has been disconnected

Oh my God, you laughed. Putting your phone back into your pocket you decided to go make the rounds on the set and ensure when Yoongi came outside things could move quickly. The first set was with a sleigh. You walked through the blocking with the head photographer and checked with the propmaster to make sure the correct items were in and around it. Satisfied you went to the trailer. The door to the back room was open so you stopped at the doorway and watched. 

Alice had blown Yoongi’s hair back, exposing his forehead. Bongcha was done applying foundation and was lightly lining the corners of his eyes. He flicked them over towards you suddenly. 

“Go away, I’m mad at you.” Yoongi deadpanned

The two girls laughed.

“You two also. When you’re done with my make-up you can leave.” He pointed to the door while pouting. 

Clearly you had missed something.  “Oh? Yeah? Are you mad about the fancy trailer or the coffee station? I need to know.” You put a hand on your hip.

“I think he’s jealous of World Wide Handsome. He’s been going on and on about it. He was trying to get us to disagree, but we can’t.” Alice laughed. “I’m getting ready to spray, hold your breath if you’re sensitive.” 

Bongcha used her hand to shield Yoongi’s eyes as Alice applied the hairspray. 

You rolled your eyes as they all giggled. “Whatever. Your first shot is with the sleigh so it needs to have that Christmassy vibe. It’s this outfit here,” You walked in and gently shimmied behind the other girls, pulling the outfit and accessory bag off the garment rack. You sat down on the couch next to Yoongi. You turned and left the room.

“YN I’m just kidding!” You heard Yoongi yell. Whatever. He was right. Today sucked. You continued on outside, giving another countdown. A few minutes later Bongcha and Alice exited the trailer, presumably to let Yoongi change. They walked over towards you. Ugh. Not today. 

“How has everyone else been to Jin’s apartment but not me?” Bongcha whined as they approached you.

Alice laughed, “WelI was only there to work and do his girlfriend’s make-up. It was awful.”

“Ex-girlfriend though,” You clarified.

Bongcha sighed, “We’ll see how long it lasts this time. They do this a lot.”

“Oh. that sucks.”

“Yeah. Especially since Alice has the world’s biggest crush on him.” Bongcha teased.

“Shut up.” Alive gently shoved her. “Anyways...YN. I need to know. And I won’t be mad. Do you have a crush on Jin?”

You were dumbfounded. Why did people keep asking you that? “Um no?”

“Are you sure? Because you can tell me. I mean. I’ll fight you for him because I’ve liked him a long time and may the best girl win.”

You laughed, “Alice. I definitely definitely don’t like Jin. He’s like a goofy older brother to me. I’m just glad Yoongi has a friend.” 

Bongcha sighed, “It’s just our fate in life to pine after the men of BigHit,” She looked dreamily over at the production trailer.

“Sorry,” Alice said. “Yoongi mentioned Jin was in your phone as world wide handsome so I just got super paranoid.”

You blinked several times and then started to laugh. “Ahahaha no. That’s just how he talks and it makes me laugh. I mean. I understand that he is objectively a good-looking guy. But so are most of the guys we work with soooo…”

“Yeah. But Yoongi is definitely the cutest.” Bongcha sighed. “And he’s so sweet. He even let you borrow his hat today.” She smiled.

“Yep. He’s very thoughtful.” You added, careful to watch what you said. You felt slightly sick to your stomach. You saw the door to the trailer open. Yoongi had his coat on over the first outfit. He scanned the set and headed over to talk to the director of photography. You waited a few minutes before heading that way. 

"Perfect timing YN," Yoongi said. He slipped his coat off and put it around your shoulders. "Keep this warm for me." Before you could object he headed over towards the sleigh. 

Dammit. The coat was warm. You crossed your arms in front of you, pulling the fabric around you. Bongcha and Alice went in for touch ups and then the photography began. 

After the second set another round of snowfall began. You were thankful that so far Yoongi hadn't asked for his coat back. Your feet were thoroughly soaked. Everything on set seemed to be in order. The snow crunched beneath your feet as you made your way over to the production trailer. You headed into the back room and shut the door. Removing your socks and shoes you pressed your cold, pruny foot between your hands, hoping it would warm up. It did help, but you began to dread putting your socks back on. Dammit. 

You heard the door handle turn and looked up. Fortunately it was just Yoongi so far, not the girls. 

"Hey. Sorry, I'll get out of here." you said, starting to collect your things. 

"What's wrong with your feet?" Yoongi asked with a concerned look on his face. 

"Oh. I guess some snow got into my boots. They’re fine. Just cold." You half lied. 

Yoongi picked up one of your socks. "This is soaked. You can't put this back on." He gave the sock a disgusted look and jettisoned it across the room.

“No!!!! That’s my only sock. Yoongi I have to.” You got up to try and find it. “I don't have other ones. There's not even extra Gucci socks from the clothing trunk I can steal.” You started digging around between the couch and end table with your ass unceremoniously in the air.  

Yoongi smirked at first, “Well it's going to keep snowing.” He sighed. “Just stay in here the rest of the shoot.” 

You turned around, your face red from being upside down. “No. I'm your assistant. I need to be out there helping.” You were clearly upset.

Yoongi took out his phone and side eyed you. “Calm down. Just wait. We're taking a break anyways. 30 minutes. OK? I’ll be back.” He shut the door as he turned around. 

Yoongi dialed the number and walked over towards the door. There weren’t many shoes to sort through so he found yours quickly. He frowned as he felt how soaked they were and checked the bottom. The person finally picked up the phone.

Hobi’s voice was high pitched, tinged with concern. "You're calling me? Is everything OK?" 

"No.” Yoongi tried to keep his voice low as he walked over to his car for some privacy “We're at this fucking snow infested shoot and YN doesn't have waterproof shoes and her feet are going to get frostbite. Her socks and shoes are soaked." 

Hoseok could see where this was going. "Where is the shoot?" 

"It's only like 15 minutes away. Maybe 20 with the snow. She wears a 255" Yoongi opened his car door and got inside.

 Hobi couldn't resist, he ran his tongue along his lips. "And what do I get for this favor?" 

Yoongi ran a hand through his hair, "Whatever you want. I don't have  a lot of time before we start shooting."  He stopped in annoyance, the hair product sticking to his fingers.

Hoseok closed his eyes and smiled. The satisfaction of his suspicions being true felt good. "I tease. I like YN, I don't want her to get frostbite, I'm doing this for her. No favor necessary." 

“Thanks. I’ll send you the coordinates.” Yoongi hung up the phone and texted Hobi.  He leaned his head back against the headrest. Namjoon was making them do this to punish him, he was sure. There was no reason why this couldn’t have been moved back. He had done everything he had been asked to do lately though. Even though, it turns out what he had been tasked with wasn’t difficult at all. He hadn’t intended to like this arrangement. He hadn’t intended to like you. And it was becoming more and more difficult for him to ignore the fact that he did. You were constantly on his mind.

He smiled as he thought back to last night. You were so cute.  Yoongi closed his eyes briefly, remembering the weight of your hand in his and the feeling of your fingers on his face. He wanted it to happen again again. He felt a warmth rush through his body. It was cut short when he heard the car door open, shaking him from his thoughts. He was annoyed for a half second until he saw you. Still wearing his hat. You were holding his coat. 

“Here, you can have your coat back.” You said, handing it to him like a blanket.

He briefly chewed on his lip, and looked forward again. “Jhope’s bringing you shoes.”

“What? He doesn’t need to do that. Yoongiiii”

“You will make a terrible assistant if we have to cut your feet off.” He replied dryly. He cleared his throat. “Why are you out here anyways? You’re supposed to be staying in the trailer where it’s warm. And not wearing those,” he gestured in disgust to your soaked shoes.

You rolled your eyes, “Bongcha is ready to touch up your make-up. We have ten minutes until the shoot starts again.”

The snow had covered most of the windshield at this point. Leaving the two of you with a half-covered view of the set.

Yoongi looked back out towards the snow, his breath visible as he confessed, “I just want to go home.”

“Me too. I don’t even want to play in the snow. You know how bad that is?” 

Yoongi turned to face you, “If you like the snow so much why don’t you have snow-proof shoes?”

You fidgeted, uncomfortable with the question. “Snow shoes are expensive. I gave mine to my aunt when I moved out. She still has to walk to work.” You pulled down your sleeves to make sweater paws. “I work in the building most of the time so I thought she should have them.” 

“Of course you did.” Yoongi shook his head.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You said defensively.

“Calm down brat. It means you do a great job taking care of others.” He reached over and grabbed your hand. “But you need to do a better job taking care of yourself.”

You looked out the window, sure that your face was growing red. “Yeah. I guess.”

“I know it’s what you’ve had to do for a long time.” He took a deep breath as he forced himself to say the next part, “So I’ll take care of you until you get better at it.” He squeezed your hand and then let go. “Jhope should be here soon with your shoes and socks.” He placed the keys in the cup holder. “Turn the car on if you want.” He let himself out, leaving you to sit and think about what had just happened. NEXT CHAPTER @lidda​​​​  @anpanman-sonyeondan​​​​   @firefairy1​​​​  @cuteipat​​​​  @sugaslittlekookies​​​​  @janeelizabeth1216​​​ @deeepvibes​​​​ @gxldenhunny​​​​ @livelyjay​​​​ @bobbyboops​​​​ @honeysunandsoil​​​​ @deathkat657​​​​ @niniita-ah​​​​ @min-yus​​​​ @or-worse-expelled7​​​​ @black-rose-29​​​​ @storms-and-stars-blog​​   

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Klaine Advent 2021: Global

(i'm finally fully caught up on advent entries! yay!! feel free to read all of my entries on AO3, or read today's entry below the cut.)

“Oh my god, Finn. This isn’t a round of Global Offensive.” Kurt groans as his step-brother leans around the corner, trying to keep a careful eye out for their classmates.

“I’m just trying to - wait, how do you know what Counterstrike is?” Finn is briefly distracted from his mission so he can face Kurt, which is his downfall.

Artie is pushed around the corner Finn was just looking at, and he fires a Nerf gun directly at the small of his back. Kurt quickly ducks, and manages to shoot Artie in his knee, and Puck in the chest.

“Aw, what!” Artie groans, resting his plastic gun in his lap. “That was cheap.”

“Yeah, no fair, Hummel! You’ve got the world’s biggest human shield on your side.” Puck agrees, gesturing towards Finn.

“Shut it. I’m just a better shot than all of you, and you guys are gonna get me spotted. Just head towards Blaine’s room, I’m sure you’ll be joined by others soon.” Kurt whispers, shooing the three boys away.

They all sulk towards the designated “safe house” as Kurt quickly checks that his phone is on vibrate only.

It was Mike’s idea for a Nerf war while Blaine’s parents were out of town, and the rules were pretty simple. Everyone plays on just the main floor of Blaine’s house, so that way nobody can hide upstairs or in the basement, especially because Blaine’s house isn’t super wheelchair accessible for Artie. Mike brought his collection of Nerf guns, and Finn and Puck had a fair amount of their own as well, so everyone has at least one weapon. Every light was turned off, and no doors were allowed to be closed, except for Blaine’s bedroom, where everyone who has lost is to meet up so that way the battlefield is empty of “corpses.” Losers were to send in a text to the group chat, letting everyone know who is still in the game. Brittany was out first, after she walked away from Santana to get a glass of water from the kitchen. Other than the three morons who just got themselves shot, everyone else still seems to be in the game.

Kurt makes sure to keep a watchful eye out, slowly making his way down the hallway and towards the family room. He’s lucky he’s dressed for the occasion, because Kurt’s darker outfit and hair allow him to blend in to the walls fairly easily.

Unlike Sam’s very blonde hair, which is barely peeking out from behind the Anderson family piano.

Quickly scanning the rest of the room, he realizes that if anyone else was in here, they probably would’ve shot at Sam already, so Kurt as quietly as possible, slinks along the wall to his right to get a better angle at Sam. Headshots were technically fair game, but everyone agreed to keep them at a minimum because this is for fun, and not actual warfare.

Kurt is suddenly very glad he decided to not just shoot at Sam outright, because Mercedes is also crouched next to Sam. Oh, this was done on purpose. Mercedes Jones, you are one clever lady. Too bad you’ve met your match.

Kurt quickly drops to his knees, and manages to shoot both of them in the shoulder. They both let out a little gasp, and look behind them. Kurt gives a small wave, and whispers sorry as quietly as he can. Sam and Mercedes look at each other, give out a small groan, and stand up to walk towards Blaine’s room.

“Good luck, man.” Sam whispers back, giving Kurt a supportive pat on the shoulder.

“You’ve got this, boo. Kick some ass for us.” Mercedes leans down to whisper at him, and gives him a kiss on the cheek.

Kurt smiles, and checks his phone for any more updates. Apparently Santana has already gunned down Quinn and Rachel, but Mike managed to get Santana.

Blaine, Mike and Tina is all that’s left, then.

Kurt and Blaine decided to split up, but Kurt is unsure if Mike and Tina are playing as singles or as a team. Puck was upfront about wanting to play with Artie, he knew that Artie was the better shot of the two of them and he wanted to make sure Artie could still use his hands to shoot, but everyone else tried to keep pretty quiet about if they were teaming up or not.

Kurt stays low to the ground, and starts making his way to the dining room.

Halfway down the hallway though, he hears a loud ‘click’ and the sound of a foam dart hitting the wall behind him.

“Dammit.” He hears Tina mutter, theoretically, to herself.

He looks to his left, and while he can hear Tina, he can’t really see her. He shoots towards the sounds she’s making, but there’s no indication of a hit. Kurt has the sense to keep his frustrations inside his head.

He quickly walks past the doorframe Tina must have shot him from, and he hides in the bathroom for a moment. The door is wide open, so it doesn’t offer much protection, but at least that way he knows nobody is going to sneak up behind him. He feels his phone buzz, and apparently Blaine managed to find Tina first.

Which means he’s close. Kurt immediately turns his phone off again, keeping a poised eye on the hallway he’s facing.

Sure he’s the love of my life, but he’s absolutely lost it if he thinks I’m going to let him win.

Keeping a trained eye on the space in front of him, Kurt anxiously awaits seeing Blaine’s perfectly sculpted head peek around…and there’s nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Kurt feels another buzz, and tries to contain his groan.

It’s just Kurt and Blaine left. He must’ve gone in the opposite direction after eliminating Tina, and managed to catch Mike too.

Kurt grits his teeth, and slowly exits the bathroom. “Come on out, my love! It’s just us, you know you’re safe.” He hears Blaine call, but he doesn’t sound very close.

“As if, the only person who hates losing more than Rachel is you, dear.” Kurt responds, and he can hear a very faint ‘HEY!’ from Rachel in the safe house.

He knows he’s getting close, because Blaine’s footfalls are a little bit heavier than Kurt’s. Not noticeably, to most people. But Kurt would know that quiet pitter-patter anywhere.

Kurt sock-slides across the hardwood in the living room, and manages to clip his boyfriend in the thigh.

“Goddammit.” Blaine sighs, dropping his arm to his side.

Kurt blows pretend smoke off the barrel of his Nerf gun, and pretends to holster it to his side. “Game, set, match.”

“You’re lucky you’re cute. If anyone else had shot me, I’d say we couldn’t play this anymore.” Blaine pouts, sticking hit bottom lip out dramatically.

Kurt rolls his eyes, and grabs his boyfriend. “It’s an honor to kill you, darling.”

“Yeah yeah, go gloat to everyone else.” Blaine says, a smile returning to his face.

Kurt and Blaine walk hand in hand to Blaine’s room, and Kurt triumphantly raises his gun in the air.

There’s not as much cheer as Kurt would like, but he’ll bask in whatever glory he can take.