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[ghostsofharrenhal]

Romance Dawn Trio

[vdoesstuff]

Fic #15 (Zosan)

It was an ambush.

Some random pirate gang had jumped out of nowhere and attacked them. The sound of battle filled the air. A pirate jumped from the upper deck of the Merry. Sanji turned his head just in time to see the man falling toward him, but before he could act, he was unconscious.

When he came to, he tried to take in his surroundings as quickly as he could. There was a door in the corner. A table in front of him. A light hanging from the ceiling. And his hands were tied behind the chair he was sitting in. Ok, he thought. I’m not dead.

The door slammed open. It was the same pirate that had knocked him out. Sanji scanned the room for any way he could escape, or fight. Nothing. He was screwed. In a way though, he was glad it was him instead of anyone else. He’d rather himself get hurt than anyone else.

“Alright. You’re gonna tell us where your captain is.”

Sanji said nothing.

“We just need his bounty, not you. If you cooperate, we can let you go.” The man grinned.

Sanji remained silent.

“You ain’t gon’ tell us nothin?”

Sanji smirked. He shook his head.

“Smartass.”

————

Sanji sat in the corner of the cell. His entire body ached. The iron cuffs were heavy against his (probably broken) wrist. His head felt heavy on his shoulders. He leaned against the cold, stone wall, and closed his eyes. He should’ve probably been used to this, considering his childhood, yet here he was. He considered his options. He could,

Escape, and probably get killed in the process,

Sit here until either he died or someone came to rescue him,

Or,

3. Give up Luffy’s location.

He scoffed. Of course he would never betray his captain. He could never do that to Luffy. Stay here it is then, He thought.

———— Zoro lunged forward.

Wado heavy in his mouth, he swung. And he didn’t miss. The screams of his victim stopped. A silence filled the room. He sheathed his swords, and looked around. No one left. No tricks, or surprise attacks. Nothing like the ambush that had taken Sanji away from him. He sighed. He missed his cook, and he was here somewhere.

I have to get him back, Zoro thought. He opened the door to reveal Sanji, lying on the floor. Oh god. His arm was angled in a way it probably shouldn’t be, and he was covered in bruises.

“Oh, cook.”

————

Sanji didn’t remember falling asleep. But he woke up to the sound of the door creaking open to reveal Zoro, covered in blood. He ran for Sanji, embracing him. Sanji winced in pain, and Zoro eased. He immediately started cutting the chains on Sanji’s wrists.

“I’m sorry. I got here as fast as I could.” Zoro’s voice was quiet. His breathing was sharp. The iron cuffs fell to the floor. Sanji tried to stand. He yelped in pain, and fell back to the ground. His leg was definitely broken. Just how many bones had he broken?

“Hey, cook, easy. Be careful.” Zoro picked up Sanji, and started carrying him out.

“I’m fine, I can walk.” Zoro gave him a look.

“Cook, your leg is broken. You can’t walk.” Sanji sighed in resignation. He leaned his head against Zoro’s chest. He could hear the familiar thump-thump of his heartbeat. It was comforting, knowing Zoro was there.

As they approached the Going Merry, Sanji could hear the cheers of the rest of the crew. He wasn’t fully conscious, and was in a lot of pain, but he could pick up Zoro yelling for Chopper, Nami crying as she saw the shape Sanji was in, and Luffy cheering that everyone was at least alive. After that, he couldn’t remember anything. When he woke up, he was in Chopper’s office. All of his wounds were bandaged, and his leg was elevated. Zoro was sitting in the chair by his bed, arms crossed, head hung.

“Hey marimo,” Sanji croaked. Zoro perked his head up.

“Oh, cook.” Zoro leapt up to embrace Sanji. “I’m sorry.”

“What do you have to be sorry about?”

“I’m sorry I let this happen to you.”

“Mosshead, it’s not your fault. I’m the one who got captured.” Zoro held Sanji tighter.

“What did they do to you?” He cried quietly.

“Shhh marimo. I’m okay.”

“What did they do to you?”

“I’m used to it.” Zoro knew about Sanji’s childhood. He understood Sanji had been through this kind of thing before.

“That’s worse, dumbass.” Zoro cried into Sanji’s shoulder. “I can’t lose you.” Sanji leaned into Zoro’s embrace and cried silent tears.

They stayed like that for a while. Crying into each other’s shoulders. After neither of them had any tears left to cry, Zoro gently laid Sanji back down into the bed. He stroked Sanji’s hair.

“I missed you, mosshead.” Sanji smiled up at Zoro.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t get there sooner. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Oh, marimo.”

Sanji sat up, and kissed Zoro.

EXTRA:

Zoro knocked him to the ground with the hilt of his sword.

“Did you hurt him?”

“Who even are you? And who are you talking abou?”

“Did. You. Hurt Him.” Zoro held Wado to the man’s throat.

“Who? The blondie? We had him here a while ago.”

Zoro didn’t think twice.

The man’s head hit the floor with a thud.

“Hm. Just like the good old days.” Zoro smiled. He reminisced about his bounty hunting days, as he placed the dripping head in the brown paper bag.

When he got back to the ship, he approached Sanji in the kitchen.

“Hey marimo,” Sanji smiled. “What’s in the bag?” His eyes drifted to the red stained bottom of the bag. “And why is it dripping?” Zoro handed him the bag. Sanji opened the twisted top. The dawning realization was visible on his face.

“ZORO, WHAT THE FUCK.” His eyes were wide in shock. He smiled softly. “That’s really sweet of you.” He put the bag on the counter. Zoro’s face was hot. Sanji leaned up, and kissed Zoro.

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Credit to @tired-dragon22 and @mikeltheluffy for being my guinea pigs lol

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[despairforme]

     It had been disappointing to him when Grimmjow had told him that he SHOULDN’T get him anything for Christmas. Grimmjow’s reason for this was because he didn’t have any money himself, and so he couldn’t get Nnoitra anything - so it wouldn’t be fair if Nnoitra was the only one to buy a gift. Nnoitra thought this was pretty shitty. It wasn’t like he wanted to give Grimmjow a gift to get something in return. He wanted to give him something because giving a gift to someone you cared about - loved - was the WHOLE FUCKING POINT of Christmas. That being said, Nnoitra did love getting presents ( thanks to never getting any as a kid ), so the fact that Grimmjow wasn’t going to get him anything... Yeah it sucked. He tried not to be too bothered by it though. It wasn’t Grimmjow’s fault that he didn’t have any money after all. Nnoitra felt pretty stupid for not realizing that THAT was the reason why Grimmjow had been feeling so down lately. Of course, if Grimmjow needed or wanted to buy something - anything at all - whether it was for himself, Nnoitra or the cats or whatever he COULD just ask Nnoitra for money. Nnoitra knew that it was a matter of pride. That’s why Grimmjow didn’t want to do that, and - he couldn’t blame him. There was no way he would’ve ever asked his boyfriend for money. But, shouldn’t Grimmjow be more realistic? It wasn’t very likely that he would get a job, since he only had one arm. Nnoitra HAD asked him about whether or not he had given up on getting his bar back, but he had never got a proper answer. He just didn’t know what Grimmjow was planning on doing, and it really sucked. He wished the other would share his thoughts with him. His worries. The right thing to do was probably just to tell him that if he wanted to ‘ talk about it ‘, then he was here for him. But how could Nnoitra ever do that? They were both MEN. It sounded like something a girl would say. SIGH. It was difficult. Dealing with a depressed Grimmjow was hard. At least after asking about what he wanted for Christmas, Nnoitra had finally figured out what was bothering his boyfriend. It was a step in the right direction. Now he just had to figure out how to cheer him up. It was easier said than done.

     Grimmjow had told him that he wanted to spend time with him. That’s what he wanted for Christmas. Nnoitra could EASILY fix that. The club was closed for Christmas anyway. All because the bouncers had both gotten married this year, and their very headstrong wives had, apparently, demanded that they should get a holiday. Without bouncers, there was no way the club could open, so everyone had gotten an unexpected holiday. Nnoitra wasn’t complaining, since this meant he could spend time with Grimmjow.

     It was Christmas day. Nnoitra woke up early as per usual. When he opened his single eye, the first thing that met him was Grimmjow’s faded hair. His roots were really blonde. Nnoitra moved closer, arms wrapping around his boyfriend to pull him close. He didn’t need to be careful not to wake him up, since there was NO WAY Grimmjow would wake up unless Nnoitra properly tried to stir him from his sleep. He slept like a dead man. Inhaling Grimmjow’s scent, Nnoitra closed his eye again. He smelled good. It was soothing, to just lay there next to Grimmjow. It made Nnoitra feel like there was nothing WRONG with their relationship at present. They had had their struggles ( because of him ). Now though? He didn’t think anything was wrong. If there had been, then Grimmjow wouldn’t have wanted to spend more time with him, right? It was reassuring to know that THAT was what the other wanted. He knew Grimmjow was feeling shitty recently, and normally his paranoia would assume that it was all because of HIM. While he had thought that every now and then, he hadn’t been sure. And now? Now he KNEW what the reason was. Not having any money - and no job sure as shit was a reason to feel depressed. Nnoitra pulled him even closer. Grimmjow didn’t need a job! HE could provide for them! And if this was about him feeling useless for not having a job, or worthless, then that was just bullshit. His worth wasn’t decided by how much he earned. Nnoitra didn’t care about that shit. He thought about it for a moment, and realized he was being selfish. If he had been in Grimmjow’s shoes, then he wouldn’t have been saying shit like that. It really was a matter of pride.

     He brushed his fingers down the other’s back, tracing his spine. How could he cheer him up? Nnoitra had already done SOMETHING that he hoped would cheer him up. Even though Grimmjow had told him not to get him any gifts, Nnoitra had... Done exactly that. Hopefully Grimmjow wouldn’t mind. He just wanted his boyfriend to feel loved. He knew that whenever HE was feeling down ( which was a lot of the time, often for no reason what-so-ever ), the thing that cheered him up the most, was getting affection and feeling loved.

     Usually, Nnoitra would get out of bed after cuddling Grimmjow for a bit, and go and get himself some breakfast. Not today though. He stayed in bed with him until he woke up ( even though his stomach was rumbling like crazy ). When Grimmjow’s beautiful blue eyes ( fucking lame why did he notice how pretty they were every time he looked into them... ) finally opened, Nnoitra smiled at him.  ❝ Mornin’. ❞ He hummed, and kissed him. As per usual, Grimmjow’s lips were a little cracked.  ❝ Merry Christmas. ❞ A small pause, while he waited for Grimmjow to say it back.  ❝ Ya know how ya told me ‘ta don’t get ya no presents? I totally fucked that up. ❞ There was a small smirk on his face, which cracked into a grin, teeth flashing.  ❝ I don’t care that ya ain’t got no money ‘ta get me nothin’. Ain’t like this is gonna be our last Christmas. Just get me two gifts next year, yeah? ❞ He felt like it was important to reassure him. It sucked to not get any presents, but he wasn’t a fucking kid. He understood that Grimmjow COULDN’T get him anything. It was fine. They would celebrate lots of Christmases together. Grimmjow still looked sleepy, with those half-lidded eyes and that incredibly messy hair. It didn’t look any LESS messy when Nnoitra pushed a hand up into it.  ❝ ‘N anyway - ❞ It felt like it was OKAY to say something ‘ lame ‘ when Grimmjow was looking all sleepy and cute like that.  ❝ Bein’ with ya ‘s all ‘da gift I’mma ever need. ❞ SHIT. It sounded lamer when he said it out loud like that! Snorting loudly, Nnoitra sat up.  ❝ Fuck me... ❞ The words came out as a half laugh - half exhale. He swung his legs out of bed, stood up and looked down at Grimmjow. He instantly felt like going back to bed. There was a slight chill on the floor, and he wiggled his toes. Nnoitra leaned down again, at a very awkward angle thanks to his height, and cupped Grimmjow’s face to give him another kiss. He was just so happy about getting to spend this day with him! And also - he was excited for him to open his gifts! He was SURE getting some presents would cheer him up!  ❝ Just wait here, ‘n I’mma get yer gifts. Let’s pretend I wrapped ‘em myself, alright? ❞ He had gotten them wrapped in the stores he bought them. Thank fuck. If there was ONE thing he simply couldn’t do ( there were many things he couldn’t do... ) it was wrapping presents.

     Nnoitra had hid them under the couch. He exited the bedroom, and returned two minutes later ( he had to feed the cats ). Walking around in only a t-shirt and boxers was not something he usually did, but today that seemed fine. That comfortable homely atmosphere made it so that he didn’t think about how skinny his legs looked. He walked into the bedroom again with a bag. Inside it were neatly store-wrapped presents. Several of them. Nnoitra dropped the bag on the bed next to Grimmjow, and literally beamed at him. He wanted him to cheer up! Sitting down, Nnoitra gestured to the bag.  ❝ Go on! ~ ❞ He might be more excited about Grimmjow opening them than Grimmjow himself... There were SIX gifts for Grimmjow.

     The first gift was box-shaped and pretty light. It contained blue hair dye in the brand and color that Nnoitra knew Grimmjow used. He was well aware that the other hated having blonde roots ( Nnoitra thought it was pretty cute that Grimmjow was a blondie ), so maybe dying his hair would make him feel better?   ❝ Ya know I love ya as a blondie. ~ ❞ Nnoitra joked after Grimmjow had opened the present.  ❝ But... ❞ A hand went into Grimmjow’s hair again.  ❝ Ya look hella in blue as well. ~ ❞

     The second one was a little softer. Once unwrapped, it would reveal a bag of coffee. Nnoitra didn’t know jack shit about coffee, but he had gone to a store that sold lots of different brands, and the store manager had told him that this was the best tasting one, so he had chosen that.  ❝ It’s some kinda expensive blend or some shit like that. Ya don’t always need ‘ta drink ‘da cheapest coffee. ❞ Grimmjow deserved the BEST. If this coffee turned out to be really good, then Nnoitra would keep buying it, if only to make Grimmjow’s life a little better. Honestly, he wanted to spoil him so badly. 

     The third one was a book. It was the first time Nnoitra had entered a bookstore in his life. The book was called ‘ how to train your cat ‘. Nnoitra had tried for ages to teach Pantera how to play dead, without any success. He thought that maybe Grimmjow could read from the book, and tell Nnoitra what to do. Maybe they could even train Pantera together? He was still more or less a kitten after all.  ❝ Dunno if yer gonna use it but... Maybe ya can read a ‘lil bit in it ‘n give me some pointers on how ‘ta get Pantera ‘ta play dead? I ain’t makin’ no progress. ❞

     The forth present was oddly shaped, and hard. It was wrapped in red paper with a red bow. Nnoitra had been to a certain store when he bought it. Inside was a pair of handcuffs. Nnoitra smirked after Grimmjow had unwrapped the present. ❝ They’re ‘fer ya ‘ta use on me. ❞ He rolled his wrist, as if to show how WILLING he was. He hadn’t bought them because they needed to spice up their sex life or anything, but because he knew that giving up SOME control to Grimmjow was something he could do to compensate for the fact that he wouldn’t let him top him. Grimmjow only had ONE hand, so for him it was impossible to take any sort of control. Now though? It would be possible for him.  ❝ Whenever ya feel like it. ~ ❞ He hummed. In truth, he was both excited and almost nervous about using them. He had never been one to give up control, but he trusted Grimmjow, so it should be fine. Maybe he would even enjoy it.

     The fifth present was soft. Inside was a black, soft scarf.  ❝ I know ya insist on wearin’ yer leather jacket, but that shit ain’t warm. So at least wear this, yeah? Just so ya know, I bought it in a store that sells leather jackets, so they’re meant ‘ta look cool ‘ta’getha’. ❞ Grimmjow was the type to go for style rather than what was suitable for the cold weather. Maybe with this scarf he would at least be a BIT warmer? 

     The final gift was a large box. When Grimmjow lifted it, it was obvious that there were some loose objects in it.  ❝ This is like... Kinda ‘da ‘ main ‘ present, I guess ya can say. ‘N I DUNNO if yer gonna like it. ❞ Nnoitra was very interested to see whether or not Grimmjow would like this present. The box was wrapped, and inside the box, there were a few things, that together made for a vape kit. Nnoitra knew that quitting smoking was HARD, and he also knew that Grimmjow wanted to quit. Nnoitra couldn’t - and wouldn’t - buy cigarettes for Grimmjow. He  wasn’t going to buy something that was damaging his health ( nevermind the fact that he hated the smell ). But, it wasn’t the cigarettes Grimmjow was addicted to. It was the nicotine. Nnoitra had thought about getting him some nicotine patches, but... Due to their past, he had decided against that. It might be... Too traumatic. So instead, he had gotten him this. The vape kit was complete with a few different flavors, such as lemon, mint and old smoke . He had chosen the highest nicotine percentage for all the flavors, to make sure Grimmjow got the fix he needed. It was the whole point of it after all. He hoped he was going to like it. / @grimmjxw​ .

[confessionsofacookie]

Hey, Jealousy (John Wick x Reader)

For the anon who asked:

A fic about john wick getting jealous and ends up slightly being some smut. 😏👌🏼👌🏼

Authors Note: Sorry anon, it’s not full smut but i think it’s good enough :D that’s for this prompt. i had such fun writing it! hope you enjoy!

Rating: M

Song: I Don’t Wanna Live Forever - Taylor Swift feat, Zyan

John Wick x Reader (smut)

Hey Jealously

I was furious, fuming, positively leaking smoke from my ears. How dare he, how dare he, take a job like that and put a hit on both of us. To make sure no one came after me he abandoned me in the Continental where Winston was currently babysitting me. Babysitting me!

I was more than capable taking care of myself, being just as capable as John in the field but according to him “, I need to take precautions.” My fucking foot! Then he proceeded to deposit me unconscious in one of the Continental hotel rooms. I had tried to leave but Winston and his band of merry men prevented me from doing so, saying he was keeping me safe as a favour to John.

Now here I was beyond irate, holding his note in my hand with his scratchy handwriting saying he’ll be back later tonight after he takes care of things. I crushed it in my fist and tossed it into the fireplace. I could be there backing him up!

I looked to the clock, two o’clock in the morning. I spied the unopened luggage I packed earlier the day sitting across from me when John tricked me into thinking we were spending some alone time. That was until I found out his plans. I stalked to the case and opened it, looking for the perfect dress to wear to the Continental’s private bar lounge. Since he was going to have fun without me, I’ll just have fun without him. I smirked to myself as I pulled out the perfect dress and proceeded to get ready.

All eyes turned to me as I entered the lounge. I grinned to myself. Oh, John how you were missing out. I spied an empty two seater table and sat. A song I didn’t know was playing. The waiter arrived not too long after to take my order “, gin.”

My drink arrived with a tall dark gentleman.

“May I help you?” I asked.

“Your drink,” he offered with a southern accent and placed my glass on the table along with his “, may I?”

I gestured to the empty chair and crossed my legs. I flicked my hair over my shoulder and leaned towards the table. The man’s eyes flicked from my face to my cleavage.

“Like what you see?” I questioned, while stirring my drink.

He smiled like a viper “, never seen anything like it.”

I chuckled low and seductive. Oh, yes, this was going to be fun. I took a sip from my drink, feeling the burning sensation slide down my throat and into my stomach.

Someone cleared their throat by our table. I looked up into a pair of lined, glass blue eyes. I felt the temper I had just calmed flare back to life.

“Winston,” I gritted, through clenched teeth.

“Y/n… Reese,” greeted Winston.

My companion raised his glass to the hotel owner in response and took a swing of the drink.

Winston turned his attention to me “, is this wise?”

I could feel my body beginning to heat back up, I ignored Winston and turned my attention to the new song. Intense and rich the music began followed by the male vocalist.

Been sittin' eyes wide open behind these four walls, hopin' you'll call It's just a cruel existence like it's no point hopin' at all

I looked back to him, a sweet smile plastered on my face “, I’ve no idea what you’re talking about?”

Baby, baby, I feel crazy Up all night, all night and every day Give me somethin', oh, but you say nothin' What is happenin' to me?

He gave me a tight-lipped smile “, I just wanted to let you know he’s back and looking for you.”

I glanced at my companion whose eyes were scanning the room and politely not listening to our conversation. I doubted he’d be the kind to have me under house arrest.

“Thank you,” I said dismissively and turned my attention back to my male companion.

Winston moved off. I shimmied my chair closer to Reese, his hazel eyes looked surprised.

I smiled dazzlingly at him “, I wasn’t hearing you properly before.”

I don't wanna live forever 'Cause I know I'll be livin' in vain

John was in for a rude awakening when he saw me with this stranger. I chuckled to myself. There was only a foot between our chairs. I dropped my hand from the table onto his knee and leaned into him. His cologne scratched my nose and I had to try very hard not to recoil.  

Reese was handsome with gold flecked hazel eyes, chestnut hair to match and a square jaw line coated with the slightest five o’clock shadow. I spotted a fresh blackening bruise being hidden by the collar of his crisp white shirt. I took my free hand and brushed it open and slid a finger caressingly over the bruise.

“Rough night?”

And I don't wanna fit wherever I just wanna keep callin' your name

He chuckled, a lovely bass tone “, aren’t you a seductress,” and leaned towards me.

“Is there another reason you’re sitting at my table then?”

Until you come back home I just wanna keep callin' your name

“Dance?”

Suddenly my heart fell. John flashed through my mind, that was how we first met. He’d seen me, just I was now, sitting at a table by myself and he’d ask me to dance.

Until you come back home I just wanna keep callin' your name

“Um –,” I choked.

Until you come back home

I was cut off by a deep husky voice, threatening death and destruction “, there you are, thank you for keeping her company.”

Reese looked taken aback and sank back a fraction in his seat. I could feel the menace and fury pouring out of the person behind me.

“Your welcome,” Reese replied and took a gulp from his drink.

John’s hand wrapped around my arm, a silent command to leave. Suddenly my eyes stung.

I smiled at Reese, while standing “, thank you for your company.”

He nodded without looking in my direction. I let John lead me from the room, everything was a blur. I entered the hotel’s elevator with John behind me. I couldn’t face him so I kept my back turned to him.

“I took care of things,” he announced.

I nodded and silence followed.

“Don’t you have anything to say to me?” I croaked.

He didn’t respond. Slowly I turned to look at him, letting my emotions spill down my face in black rivulets. He was so blurry, all I could make out was his form.

“I’m not the one who was about to crawl into some stranger’s lap,” he hissed.

“Jealous?!” I bellowed at him “, that’s exactly what would’ve happened if you died you jackass!”

I gasped as I was slammed into the wall, I inhaled deeply, my throat tight.

“Yes!” he roared “, is that what you wanted to hear? That I was jealous that the woman I love and wanted to protect was looking like she was about to run off with some strange man.”

I opened my mouth to counter but he continued.

“And I walked in to see you wearing this dress and him and every other man in the room eye fucking you!”

The tears continued to run, dripping off my chin and onto my exposed cleavage.

“I was so worried about you,” I sobbed “, I needed you to feel the same pain I felt when you left me. I love you so, so much John.”

My heart clenched in my chest. I would give my life for him and him for me but, locking me up in this place had hurt me. I felt like he didn’t trust me or think I was capable enough.

His thumb brushed away my spilt tears “, I am sorry for leaving you but I don’t regret it.”

He kissed my forehead tenderly, then each eye. I looked up at him he was still a little blurry but getting clearer, I cupped his cheek and traced his worried and pained face with my other hand.

“I’m sorry too,” I murmured.

He kissed my nose and I giggled. He smiled, a little light pouring back into his face chasing away the pain. Gently he brought his lips to mine in a tender kiss. His arms wrapped around my waist, lifting me a few inches from the floor. I draped my arms over his neck, one of my hands fisting into his midnight hair.

The kiss deepened, his tongue in my mouth tracing my lower lip, probing and thrusting. He broke from my mouth and traced my jaw line. His lips sucked a path down my neck leaving a line of possessive bruises in its wake. I threw my head back and it banged into the gold elevator wall.

“Ouch,” I moaned.

I banded my legs around his waist and ground on his growing erection. He groaned into my ear at the friction and pushed me into the wall, hiking my dress up and grinding into my core eliciting a hiss of pleasure from me.

My hands freely roamed his back, running over his arms, chest and grasping his ass. Tight and firm. Delicious. My hands went back to his hair, the strands sliding silkily through my fingers. Roughly he grasped the strap of my dress to push it from my shoulder. I felt it snap but I didn’t care. John freed my right breast and sucked a nipple into his mouth. I moaned at the wet velvety contact of his tongue and rolled my hips against his hardened cock. He paused and shuddered against my body.

“Like that big boy?” I whispered into his ear as I sucked my own mark of ownership into his pale neck.

I rutted my hips against him and pulled at his shirt but gave up and attacked his belt, needing him in me.

The elevator bell dinged, I hopped off John and did my best to straighten my clothes. The doors opened to reveal Winston.

Winston entered the elevator with a cocked eyebrow and a knowing smile “, John… y/n, I hope I’m not interrupting something”

“No, not at all,” we replied in unison.

Winston smiled and turned his back to us.

I caught sight of our reflection in the mirrored wall. I did my best to stifle a laugh. John’s hair was sticking out at all angles, ruby lipstick streaked across his lips and rained down his chest along with purple bruises. His tie was about to fall off his neck, his shirt also bore my lips mark, three of the first buttons were on the floor and his shirt tails were hanging out his pants. John’s belt was undone and his large tattooed hands were clasped over the tent in his pants.

I was worse, looking like a truck had run over me – twice. My hair was netted and frizzy. I had raccoon eyes, black tracks ran down my face, my lipstick was smudged half across my face and down my neck. So much for the label saying it was none transferable. The left strap for the low cut, black, spaghetti strapped body con dress was broken. Red and blue marks decorated my neck like an elaborate necklace.

John caught my eyes in the mirror and smiled. I ducked my head feeling a bit of heat creep into my cheeks. His hand found mines and squeezed.

The elevator dinged, opened and Winston stepped out.

He turned, a smirk on his lined features “, it makes no sense wishing you a good night but, I must ask that you please keep the noise level at minimum for the other guests.”

“Of course, Winston, good night,” replied John, still holding my hand.

“I’m not the one who’s going to have a good night,” Winston said with a wink.

The elevator bell sounded and the doors closed. I looked up at John who was already looking at me, lust coating his features.

Oh yes, this was going to be a very good night.