#operation outlaw : before the boom

[thelargefrye]

OPERATION OUTLAW: BEFORE THE BOOM ... 23:43 (18+)

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pairing : wooyoung x f!reader

genre : cyberpunk-western, ateez biker gang au, smut, hurt / comfort

word count : 4k

warnings : language, wooyoung gets his bike taken by authorities, a lot of like crying and hints of self doubt (?), wooyoung calls yn a lot of petnames (babe, pretty girl, my pretty y/n)

smut warnings : unprotected sex, sex in a van, slight marking

note : a @cultofdionysusnet collab! this is apart of an eight piece story, so in order to get the full picture, it is recommended to read the other members as well.

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you and wooyoung have been partners since you both joined the gang. but recently things just haven't been the same especially with the recent mission slowly approaching faster and faster.

"hey woo, its your turn to go get the food," san says from the back of the van. he moves to where he's closer to the front seats, where you and wooyoung are sitting.

"what? i went last time," wooyoung says, looking at his friend with an almost disgusted face.

"yeah, but that cute girl is working at yeosang's work tonight," san says and you can tell that for whatever reason, he's trying to get wooyoung out of the van.

"hm? what girl?" you ask curious that this is the first time you're hearing about this.

"ah, don't worry about it," he says before shooting san a dirty look. "is there anything you want?" he asks san, a frown painting his lips.

"the usual," san says with a smirk.

"what do you want?" wooyoung ask, turning to you. you can't help but note that coldness in his tone as he talks to you.

"oh, um, the usual," you tell him and nods before grabbing his phone and wallet before getting out of the van. you watch him through the windshield as he walks down the street and around the corner to where the restaurant yeosang had been working at is.

when wooyoung is out of sight, that's when you suddenly turn around and look at san with sharp eyes. your sudden motion seems to take him by surprise as you note the look of said surprise on his face.

"why did you make him go get food? it was my turn?" you asked with a raised eyebrow. you couldn't help but wonder why san wanted your partner out of the van.

"because i wanted to talk to you," he says moving back to his spot before he's patting the seat next to him, beckoning you to join him.

"talk?" you say as you get out of the van and round the back before joining him. you sit yourself on the makeshift bag that had seemingly been both yours and wooyoung's bed for the past few months– well it had been before recently. wooyoung one night suddenly switching to the other side of the van with san. the two of them squished up on san's own makeshift bed. "what do we need to talk about?"

san lets out a sigh before he's looking at you. "the mission we are going on tomorrow, wooyoung doesn't want you coming along. he asked hongjoong to take you off,” he says and you can only look at him in shock.

wooyoung asked hongjoong to take you off the mission? but the two of you always go on missions together, no matter how dangerous they are.

the news definitely didn't help the unsettling storm of moths flying around in your stomach. it was hard not to notice how wooyoung was slowly distancing himself from you. however, there was only so far he could go when you were both trapped in this small van with one other person.

the two of you have been partners since you joined the resistance. wooyoung taking you under his wing basically and always keeping you close to him. any mission you did, wooyoung went along with you and vice versa. wherever wooyoung was, you weren't too far behind. but recently that hasn't been the case. was he getting tired of you? that's the only thing that could explain when he suddenly leaves on his bike at random times. was he just trying to get away from you?

fuck, you think you're going to be sick. was wooyoung really getting tired of you?

“why?” is all you can ask, looking at your other partner who only shrugs his shoulders.

“i think he’s just worried about something going wrong. he doesn’t want you getting caught or hurt,” san explains but it still doesn’t make you any less hurt by it. does he think you can’t handle yourself? "but that's not the only thing i wanted to talk to you about," he says, gaining your attention before you could go too deep into thought.

"what else did you want to talk about?"

"i think you should tell wooyoung how you feel. i'm tired of seeing you both pinning after each other. there's too much tension between the two of you and not enough space for all three of us and it in this van."

"there's no tension san, and besides, you're one to talk about tension and confessions," you say and san can only huff at your words.

"i'm being serious. you guys are basically married with how you act and live. might as well air your feelings out to each other, don't know when you'll get a more perfect chance than this," he tells you and you know he's right.

"obviously not recently," you begin, "wooyoung has barely spoken to me these past few days and he kept going off to who knows where during the day. that's why the fucking authorities took his bike."

the two of you were so close to each other. you were his cardinal, his pretty girl, babe, his y/n. that's why it was so easy to fall in love with him. but it seemed like you and wooyoung weren't ever going to be anything more than partners in trying to take the government and the android guardians down.

"wooyoung is just being–

he is interrupted by the van doors swinging open. promptly startling you both, but you let out a sigh when you see its only wooyoung back with food.

wooyoung's eyes immediately meet yours and you see his relaxed face turn tense when he notices how upset you look. he then turns to san, sending him a glare before asking, "what did you say to her? why is y/n upset?"

it was crazy how despite wooyoung's recent attitude towards you, he can still tell when you're upset. the fact that he even asked or noticed catches you off guard. maybe he can only tell because that's what you get for spending every waking (and sleeping) moment together.

"i told her about the mission," san says, leaving it at that and avoid mentioning the other thing he brought up.

wooyoung looks like a deer in headlights when san's words settle in. and then you watch him look between you and san before his eyes rest on you and your hurt face. he opens his mouth like he wants to say something, but closes it before he looks away from you, ashamed.

"why did you ask hongjoong to take me off the mission? why didn't you talk to me about it?" you ask, the hurt clearly in your voice as you question him.

"y/n... can we talk about it later," wooyoung says, eyes casted downward as to avoid yours. he comes into the van, closing the door behind him as he hands you your food and san his. you honestly don't think you can sit next to him, so you opt to move beside san.

the three of you ate in silence, tension high and noodles shitty as always. you got about five bites in before you lost your appetite and set your noodles aside before climbing out of the back and returning to your seat in the front.

you can hear wooyoung and san whispering to each other, but you honestly don't care about what they have to say. they're probably talking about the mission, which only makes you not care more, but also upsets you more. if wooyoung really did ask hongjoong to take you off the mission the protect you, then why didn't he say anything? why didn't he talk to you about it instead of going behind your back.

"hey y/n," san's voice brings you out of your thoughts as you look up into the rearview mirror, eyes immediately meeting wooyoung's before they move to meet san's. "have you heard from mingi and koa yet?" he asks and you shake your head.

"no," you say, "probably fucking off somewhere," you add with an annoyed sigh as you turn to move your eyes out the window.

you can't help the unsettling feeling in your stomach as you let your mind wander. san mentioning some girl at the restaurant comes back up and you can't help but wonder why san would bring it up to wooyoung. did san want you to confess to wooyoung, so he could let you down. tell you that he was interested in someone else? you can't help the nauseous wave that washes over you at the thought of having to face wooyoung's rejection and still having to work with you.

unless... no. he wouldn't do that would he? does this also have something to do with wooyoung not wanting you on the mission? did wooyoung not want to be partners anymore? did he not want to see you after rejecting you, knowing that you love him? fuck, you think you're going to be sick. you let your head fall in your hands as you try to will the sudden nausea away.

"babe, are you okay?" wooyoung's voice is full of concern as he moves forwards towards where you are sitting. stuff is blocking him from fully reaching you and you are glad for that, not knowing if you could handle wooyoung being any closer.

"i-i need some air," you say, throwing the door open and practically throwing yourself onto the sidewalk. you squat down next to the van and allowing it to hide you from any prying eyes. you hear some movement in the van before wooyoung is stepping out, face full of worry as he rushes over to you.

"y/n, are you okay? what's wrong?" he asks, squatting down next to you.

"i just... i just need a second," you say, taking a deep breath as wooyoung rubs circles into your back. you wish him trying to comfort you was more soothing, but it wasn't. the two of you stay like this for a few moments and you're grateful how wooyoung doesn't speak. despite the things you were previously thinking, you still love wooyoung and the yearning for him near you was still strong.

it was only when you felt cramps in your legs, them slowly beginning to fall asleep is when you stood up. "where's san?" you ask, realizing the boxer was nowhere to be seen.

"he left a while ago," he says, guiding you to the back of the van and helping you inside. "i asked him to leave, so we could talk."

you choose to stay silent as you sit down where san had previously been sitting while wooyoung sits across from you.

"that bastard... san wasn't supposed to tell you. i wanted to," he starts off immediately and you can't help but feel nervous at how he jumps right into it.

"why?" its weak and soft, but wooyoung still hears it.

"i... i wanted to make sure you were safe. the whole mission is just... it's just too dangerous. i wanted to know you would be safe," he says but you can't help the little voice in the back of your head wanting to argue with him.

"are you sure it's not because of something else?" the little voice wins.

but wooyoung looks at you confused, "why would there be something else, babe?"

"i don't know. we always go on missions together and suddenly you don't. you go behind my back with it, like you were trying to hide it, hide something from me."

"what are you trying to get at?"

"it just seems like you don't want to be partners anymore. first it's this mission and then soon it'll slowly add up before boom... we aren't partners anymore, and you're carrying on with your life and i'm left behind," you don't look at wooyoung. don't want to see the guilty expression on his face knowing that you probably called him out.

but not looking at him makes you realize the tears that were running down your face and dripping onto your hands that laid in your lap.

"no, y/n... that's, fuck– that's crazy," you hear him say before he's moving closer. his hands come up to cup your cheeks, so you have to look at him. "i will never leave you behind. i promised you when you joined that we would stick together. this mission, i don't know what will happen– hey, stop crying pretty girl – i can get caught, it's happened plenty of times already, but if you got caught... that's something i wouldn't be able to handle. i just want you to be safe because i..."

"because what?" you ask, searching his eyes in hopes of seeing the one emotion you want him to feel towards. the same emotion you feel towards him.

"because i love you, isn't that obvious," he says, wiping your tears away before he kisses you. you couldn't help the surprise that took over you before you realized what was going on and hurriedly kissed wooyoung back.

you ran your fingers through his semi-long hair and you can't help but grip it in order to help ground yourself. this didn't feel real, wooyoung confessing his feelings right before kissing you. it felt like a dream.

you broke the kiss, the both of you breathless and wooyoung rests his forehead against yours. his eyes never looking away from yours and you can't help but feel a little nervous from his stare. you slip one of your hands out his hair, the other one resting on the back of his neck, fiddling with the ends of his hair. you always did like playing with his hair.

"this isn't a dream is it?" you ask him and wooyoung cracks a smile at you.

"no babe, its not a dream," he answers back before pressing another kiss to your lips.

"this feels like a lot is happening right now," you confess, your stomach twisting up in a rather ugly feeling. wooyoung furrows his eyebrows as he pulls away a little bit, but he reaches over to hold your hand and gives it a comforting squeeze.

"i understand, babe, i shouldn't have kept this all from you plus with the mission tomorrow... we don't have a lot of time left to talk," he says and you nod your head. "i wasted a lot of time already by not talking to you sooner."

"what are you going to do now?" you ask, feeling an odd sense of confidence rush through you as you look at wooyoung.

"let me make it up to you with another kiss," he says, face coming extremely close to your own, forehead resting against your own.

"i think i'm gonna need more than just a kiss for the emotional hell you put me through, woo," you say, moving your head away from your partner and gently pushing at his forehead to tease him.

wooyoung lets out a small laugh before he's pulling you closer to him and moving you to sit next to him on your makeshift bed.

wooyoung pushes you gently by the shoulders, having you lay down on your shared makeshift bed. wooyoung moves to hover over you before he's kissing you again, his uses one of his hands to keep himself propped up while his other hand roams your body. his free hand then goes to fiddle with the buttons of your shirt and you're surprised by how effortlessly he's unbuttoning your shirt with one hand.

you can't help the moan that escapes you as wooyoung softly gropes and squeezes your breast over your bralette. you feel him smile in your kiss before he's pulling away to look down at you.

"is this what you had in mind?" he asked as he sits up to straddle your hips before he's unbuttoning his own shirt.

"hmm, actually i thinking more of a massage, but i guess this can work too," you tease, allowing your hands to come up and feel wooyoung's chest. he lets out a sigh, head tilting back as he feels your hands roam his chest.

wooyoung the leans down, lips trailing from your jaw, neck, collarbone, and finally down to your chest. you feel him leave small love bites on your skin before he's either pressing a wet kiss to the spot and licking at your skin. either way he's sending a wave of pleasurable goosebumps over your skin.

"woo..." you moan out softly, pushing at his shirt to reveal his shoulders. wooyoung senses you trying to remove his shirt and helps you by effortlessly removing it and tossing it somewhere beside you both.

"my pretty y/n," he says as he kisses down your stomach, stopping at the waistband of your pants. he hums softly before he's undoing the button and zipper of your pants. it takes a moment to get your pants off, the cramped space of the van not doing either of you any favors. but wooyoung is quickly going back to kissing your body, grabbing your ankle and kissing up your calf and thigh before he reaches your underwear.

wooyoung rubs you through your underwear and you let out a moan due to the friction it causes. you can see the grin that overtakes his features before he's pressing a kiss to your cunt. you can't help but want to roll your eyes at how he's teasing you.

"aren't you supposed to be making this up to me? not teasing me?" you question as you run a hand through his hair. wooyoung nuzzles into your hand before moving back up to hover over you.

"who knew you had no patience when it comes to getting dick," he teases before pressing a deep kiss to your lips. "fine, i won't tease," he says before hooking his finger in your underwear and removing them a lot more easily than your pants. he leans back down to your pussy, "next time i'll make sure to kiss you properly," he whispers and you roll your eyes, letting out a small laugh as well.

wooyoung smiles at you before he's removing his pants and underwear, and you also quickly remove your shirt and bralette. once you both are naked, wooyoung is quick to settle between your legs. you can't help but think how unreal this is, almost like its too good to be true. you've loved wooyoung for as long as you can remember and to have him confess and between your legs in the same night. unreal.

"hey, what's wrong, babe?" he asks, calling you that silly yet endearing nickname he's always called you. wooyoung's hand comes up to your face and wipes away your tears that you didn't even know you had. "do you want to stop?"

"no... no, i'm just... i'm just so happy. i love you, wooyoung," you tell him and he smiles at you, leaning down to kiss you. swallowing the moans that leaves you as he pushes his cock inside you.

you immediately wrap your arms around wooyoung, one hand running through his hair the nth time tonight while the other runs down his back. your legs wrap around his waist as he thrusts into you.

"f-fuck, woo! ah!" you moan out, back arching as he continues to thrust inside of you. his cock stretching you out and continuously getting closer to hitting your sweet spot.

"you're so tight, y/n, fuck– it feels really good," he says as he repositions himself, your legs unwrapping around his waist as he grabs your hips in a tight grip.

you could feel wooyoung's thrust start to pick up and along with his hips moving faster, you noticed the van also slowly start to shake. you help but think about how if anyone walked by, they would immediately know what you and wooyoung were doing. the thought makes you clench around your partner who lets out a moan.

"f-fuck babe! you can't clench around me like that, i might not last much longer if you do," wooyoung tells you and you can't help but smile at your lover.

"what are you? some hormonal teenage boy?" you attempt to tease, but your laugh turns into a startled moan when wooyoung hits your sweet spot. the pleasure shoots a chill down your spine and wooyoung takes a moment to laugh at you.

"s-so cute, babe. you're my pretty y/nnie aren't you? this is all just for me," he says as one of his hands come to intertwine with your own.

at this point you can feel the whole van start to shake as your orgasm draws closer and closer. you let out a string of sounds that are a mixture of moans, curses, and wooyoung's name. but honestly, he isn't any better as his thrust start to become sloppy.

"are you close w-woo? you gonna come inside me?" you ask using your free hand to run up and down his chest. you can't help but admire the thin layer of sweat on his skin, you notice a bead of sweat running down his face as he moves one last time to hover over you.

wooyoung smashes his lips to yours in one last heated kiss before the both of you are coming with a call of each other's names. wooyoung's hips still inside you as you feel him paint your walls with his seed. the feeling of him filling you up leaves you breathless for a moment as you lay there while your partner presses open mouth kisses to your sweaty skin.

"i love you," he whispers as the two of you lay there still connected.

"i love you, too," you say back, holding wooyoung close to you.

"y/n..." he trails off but doesn't finish and so you let out a small 'hmm' to encourage him to talk. "y/n," why is he just calling out your name?

"wooyoung," you say back. "wooyoung?"

"y/n! hey, babe!" your eyes snap open at the sound of wooyoung's voice as you feel him gently shove at your shoulder.

"what?" you ask with a groan as you feel the sleep melt away as you wake up.

wait. wake up? fuck... was that– was that all a dream?

"gosh what kind of dream were you having, babe?" he asks as you turn to look at him with shocked eyes. your eyes drift to the van clock to realize its only 11:43, fuck. "you kept calling my name? are you okay?" wooyoung adds looking at you with a raised eyebrow. "also you got some drool on your chin."

you can't help but feel embarrassed by the fact that not only did you have a wet dream about wooyoung, but you also drooled. you wipe away the quickly drying drool before you turn to see san still sitting in the back of the van, also looking at you with worry.

"yeah, i dreamed that you were a giant chicken that was chasing me," you say in an attempt to wipe the growing smirk off his face.

"tsk, brat," he mumbles, looking away from you and back down at his phone. "you'll be smirking and laughing when you're by yourself tomorrow," he adds and that's when you remember the mission him and san are going on tomorrow.

"come on, woo, i know you'll miss me," you tease, the dream you just had giving you confidence boost and wooyoung turns to you with a raised eyebrow.

"did me as a giant chicken chasing you give you a confidence boost or something?" he asks and you shrug your shoulders.

"something like that," you say as you turn to look at him. you both share a rather heated glance at each other. wooyoung turns to send san a knowing look making the boxer let out a sigh.

"yeah, yeah, i'll see you guys later," he says before making his way out of the van. once the doors close and you are left alone with your partner.

"why don't you tell me more about your dream now?"

you let out a small laugh, "sure."

[all-about-kyu]

Summary: The morning of the takeover, you and Jongho need to find some fun in all the madness. Pairing: Jongho x fem!reader Genre: smut, fluff, very little angst Tropes: established relationship au, anarchy au(?) Rating: R 18+ Warnings: mentions of anarchy, reader has codename Raven, worrying, pet names, mentions of violence, mentions of implied death, mentions of hacking Smut Warnings: unprotected sex, exhibitionism, teasing, kissing, clothed sex, strength kink, dirty talk, marking, creampie Word Count: 2,907 Note: for the Outlaw Collab hosted by @cultofdionysusnet​ Note 2: huge huge thank you to @mejuii​ for beta reading this <3

You felt like you were practically vibrating in your skin. Tonight is the night the outlaws plan to overthrow the academy. Being a part of the whole operation was risky already, but the position you play in the job causes even more risks to come about. Not only are you, Raven of the cyber intelligence team, but you’re also undercover as one of the staff members in the academy. If you were to ever get caught, who knows what would happen to you?

Currently, you’re in your office grading ‘your’ students’ work. You’re not at all focused on the papers in front of you. The subject isn’t interesting in the slightest. Your mind is anywhere but on grading right now. With a frustrated groan, you throw your pen off to the side and push the stack of papers to the corner of your desk. There are no cameras in your office; the higher powers of the academy trust you to be loyal to them. You often use this incorrect trust to your advantage. Still, you’d rather be safe than sorry. You peek out the window of your office door to check for anyone else around. When you see no one, you still opt to pull the blinds down on the off chance an officer is still patrolling the halls at this hour of the morning.

You pull your laptop out from a locked drawer and place it in front of you. You dig through files upon files of information you’ve dug up on this place, the staff, anything you can really. The thought of contacting Syberhawk crosses your mind. You know it’s very likely that she’s likely spending the last few hours of peace locked away with Seonghwa while she can. You can’t even blame her. You’d love to be doing the same with Jongho, but one, you have no idea where he is at the moment. And two, you have a horrible knot in your stomach that you missed something. You could very likely lead Seonghwa into a suicide mission if you don’t give him all of the information properly.

The door to your office pops open quietly. You do the first thing that comes to mind and slam the lid of your laptop down. When you see the bill of a security officer’s hat, you don’t know whether to panic more or not. Then when the man steps in fully, he shuts the door softly.

“It’s just me, little bird.” your boyfriend’s voice fills your ears.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, “Thank god. I thought I was about to get caught.”

He rounds the desk and leans down to place a kiss against the top of your head. He takes off the cap and runs his fingers through his hair as he places the hat on the stack of papers. Slowly, you open your laptop again and start scanning through everything. You can feel Jongho’s eyes on you. You’re choosing to ignore them right now. Jongho squeezes your shoulder lightly, making you turn to look up at him standing beside you.

“You’re overthinking it all, and I know it.”

“Can you just double-check these classified documents I found? I’m so scared I missed something…”

Your boyfriend leans down, leaning against his hand on the desk, “Did you talk to Syberhawk about everything?”

“No, but I’ll send it her way still so she can check it too. She’s probably asleep or busy right now, but the thought is there.”

Jongho chuckles with a light smirk on his lips, “Yeah, probably. No one’s as crazy as you to stay awake preparing for the biggest mission of all time.”

“Shut up,” you tease back, “You don’t see anything I missed, right?” he shakes his head, “Okay, so, where are you coming from?”

“Nightowl’s customs shop.” he states.

It’s been a few days since you’ve seen Nightowl. She’s been hauling ass to get everything ready for tonight. In reality, though, you don’t see her often as it is. She’s in her shop while you’re stuck here posed as a teacher. You do know that Yunho has been hanging out there more often, which piques your interest.

“Was Yunho there this time?”

“Why are you asking about him specifically?” your boyfriend questions.

“Jealous?” you tease.

“No,” he chuckles back, “Just curious, my little bird.”

“The two of them have a weird tension between them.” “Well, it got fucking weirder. When I left, the energy in the shop was all kinds of all over the place.”

You nod and look back at your screen. Jongho isn’t letting you get lost in your mind again as you stare at the device in front of you. He holds your chin between his thumb and first finger and turns your head back toward him. The rush of love and something else shoots through you as you look at him. He’s still leaning against your desk as he holds your chin. The sight of that alone makes you want to melt in his hands. Then, you add the uniform on top of that, and you’re done for. An absolute mess for your boyfriend.

“Something else is on your mind. You can’t hide those things from me. As good of an actress as you are, you can’t hide things from me.” he reminds you with a light giggle.

“I’m worried.” you sigh.

“About tonight?”

You nod, “I’ll be at the safehouse with the rest of the technology and cyber intelligence team and…”

“And I’ll be out in the field.” he finishes your sentence for you, “Little bird, this isn’t any different from any other mission. You’re always in our earpieces, and I’m always out in the field with the others.”

“This is different though, Jongho…” you sigh again.

“How so?”

His eyes drip with sincerity and care for you. Your eyes flit across his face as you try to formulate your words mentally. His hand moves to hold your cheek, thumb gently caressing your cheekbone.

“It’s just… this one is so much more dangerous than the others.”

“Yeah,” he chuckles again, “and the one where I nearly blew my leg up wasn’t.”

“You know what I mean. There’s so much more on the line this time.”

“I do. I know you’re worried, but we’re always beyond careful with everything. You and Syberhawk are at the safe house, keeping an eye on everything from a safe distance. I’d much rather you be at the safehouse and away from the physical danger than with me and in immediate physical danger.”

“You know damn well I could run circles around you.” you tease, “I joined this resistance before you and got a whole lot more training because of that.”

“Watch it, pretty. Remember which one of us sits in front of a computer almost all day and which of us is doing hand-to-hand combat.”

You giggle lightly, “That’s fine by me.”

“Seriously though, if you’re still worried about me being in direct danger, you know Sparrow is the person to talk to. She’s letting Joong go out there too. I’m sure Syberhawk is worried sick, too. Hwa is putting everything on the line for this. He’s the bait… talk to them about it all if you really need it.” he speaks softly.

You nod and let out a shaky sigh, “You ready to go tell Seonghwa what we know?”

“Now?”

“Now. If we don’t go now, we won’t go at all.”

You lock your computer and put it in your bag before pushing your chair out. The moment you stand up, you feel Jongho’s arm wrap around your waist. He pulls you to his chest and kisses you until you’re breathless. Normally, especially here, Jongho isn’t one for physical intimacy. You practically melt into the kiss. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you start to deepen the kiss. Just as you’re about to progress things further, Jongho pulls back and smirks at you.

“We best be off then.”

“Asshole.” you huff.

“As you said, if we don’t go now, we won’t go at all. Come on, let’s get walking.” he states, jerking his head toward the door.

“Walking?”

“Do you want them to hear the bike? It’s not a long walk to the meeting point with Hwa.”

You look down at your outfit, “you expect me to walk in the stiff, formal outfit? I’m wearing fucking heels, Jongho.” you whine.

Jongho tosses a bag at you. Luckily, you catch it, “I know you too well. Once we’re out of the building, get changed, I’ll cover you, okay?”

“Where did you even hide this bag? I didn’t see you holding one when you came in.”

“Behind your plant over here, little bird. I left it there after you whined about having to walk in your undercover outfit last time.”

You navigate your way through the halls. You’re both still wearing the uniforms that disguise you as staff of the academy, making things much easier to slip under the radar. There aren’t many people in the halls at this hour of the morning. The two people you do cross paths with simply assume that Jongho is another security guard that’s walking you (presumed to be a teacher) somewhere. You exit the building via a door in one of the few blind spots this massive campus has. Luckily, the other side of the doorway happens to be a blind spot. Instantly you throw the bag of clothing at your boyfriend. You hastily start unbuttoning the uncomfortable blouse the uniform requires.

“Damn, couldn’t wait another minute?” Jongho teases.

“Shut up and help me get this shit off. I can’t stand it.” you sigh.

You see something shift in your boyfriend’s eyes, but he still reaches into the bag and pulls out the tight-fitting black tank top inside. His eyes wander across your nearly bare top half, trying hard not to fuck you stupid right then and there. It’s been a while since you and your boyfriend got to be intimate with each other. With the hecticness of planning everything that’s about to come to a head tonight, along with keeping your covers, neither of you can remember the last time you got more than a small peck.

You’re slipping off the knee-length pencil skirt with one hand outstretched to get too ripped black jeans from Jongho. When you look at him, you see the dark swirls of lust stronger in his gaze. You smirk before standing upright and holding eye contact with him.

“Don’t get any ideas there.” you chuckle, “Hwa’s probably been waiting for us forever.”

Jongho steps closer and cups your cheek in his hand. The other rests against your bare hip, holding you in place. You feel the cool bricks of the building against the back of your legs and through the fabric of your underwear. Your heart is pounding out of your chest in the best way possible.

“Forever can spare a few more minutes. Don’t you think, little bird?” he nearly whispers.

“I- I think it can.” you match his tone.

He doesn’t waste another moment. His lips are on yours. The feeling of his plush lips on yours sends a rush of arousal through your body. The cool sting of the breeze cuts through you, but it only serves to make you more desperate to have Jongho surrounding every fiber of your being. His kisses trail down your throat, leaving small red marks on your skin in his wake. Your fingers fiddle with the button of his tactile pants for a few moments before popping it open. Jongho chuckles against your lips slightly before letting his other hand grip your hip tighter.

“Forever may have a few more minutes, but we better hurry along before that person who’s been waiting forever starts to worry.”

“Seonghwa is such a mother hen. He’ll be fine. Now, are you ready for me, or should I prep you a bit?”

“If you don’t get inside me in the next minute, you’ll be sleeping in the lounge for a week.”

“That sounds like an empty threat, little bird.” he singsongs.

Despite the teasing banter, he allows you to unzip his pants fully and bury your hand inside, wrapping your hand around his hard cock. His hand that was previously holding your face slides down to grab your thigh, squeezing the plush skin in his hand. You push the material of his pants and briefs down just enough to release his member from its constraints. Jongho hikes your thigh up on his hip before his other hand hooks around your panties to pull them aside.

You feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against your dripping entrance. It takes everything in you not to beg him to put it inside you already. The last thing you need is to be caught in this extremely compromising situation. As he pushes into you inch by inch, you busy yourself with kissing along his throat, nipping at the skin in hopes that would stop you from moaning too loudly. Soon enough, he bottoms out inside you and lets out a small groan of appreciation.

“Fuck, it’s been too long since I’ve been buried in this soaking cunt.” he muses, “Can’t wait for this fucking mission to be done so I can stay inside you all the time.”

“Jongho, please,” you pant, “Fuck me properly.”

He recaptures your lips as he repositions his stance. At first, you’re so lost in the kiss to process anything besides the slow thrusts into you. Then you process his hand that had remained on your hip and move to hold your other thigh before lifting you off the ground entirely. Jongho begins thrusting into you as if it’s the last time he’ll ever get to fuck you. The sudden shift in his thrust nearly knocks the air out of you. The harsh texture of the bricks against your skin is bound to leave marks, but you couldn’t care less about that. You toss your head back against the cold stone and let a broken moan escape your lips.

“Shh, we can’t get caught, baby.” he teases, though a groan escapes his lips moments after he speaks, “I’m not gonna last long, little bird. It’s been too long since I’ve gotten to be inside you.”

“Jongho, please, fuck me hard. Need you to cum inside me so badly.”

“You’re getting off on me holding you against this wall, aren’t you?”

“You’re so strong, and you’re holding me up like I weigh nothing. It’s so fucking hot.” you whine.

Somehow his already bruising pace grows harsher, and you feel your ass hitting against the now-warm bricks behind you with each thrust. You bury your face in your boyfriend’s shoulder, hoping to hide the squeaky broken moans you let out. Jongho lets an endless stream of filthy pretty words escape his lips as his pace begins to grow erratic. You feel the tightly wound chord of your orgasm snap, and your walls flutter around him as you ride out your high. The way you squeeze him triggers his own orgasm, and his cum floods your walls. His thrusts start to slow before he stops fully. He stays inside you as you both catch your breath. Gently, Jongho lowers your legs back to the ground and doesn’t let go of you until you’re fully stable on your legs again. You tug your panties back into place, not caring about the fact that you have Jongho’s cum dripping out of you onto the fabric.

“You don’t want to clean up?” your boyfriend questions.

“What could I possibly clean up with?” you ask with a slight chuckle.

“Your ‘uniform’, maybe?” “I will not be getting cum stains on that thing.” you say with a playfully disgusted tone.

“It was an offer.” he laughs back.

Jongho tucks himself back into the uniform pants and hands you the jeans you were meant to put on to start with. You scoff and start slipping on the dark clothing. You struggle for a few moments as you fight to get your chunky boots on your feet while standing. The action causes your boyfriend to chuckle at you again and give you an adoring smile. He takes it upon himself to put the academy uniform into the back that previously held your personal clothing.

“How obvious is it that we just fucked?” you question as you toss your hair back into a ponytail.

“Well, judging by your neck alone… very.”

“Jongho! You-” you stop yourself, “You’re actually not much better.”

“So we’re about to go see one of our closest friends while it’s painfully obvious that we just fucked.”

“Well… we really don’t have a choice. The sun is rising. Let’s get to Seonghwa before he really panics, or we get caught on academy grounds while I clearly look like an outsider.” you huff.

Jongho pecks your cheek lightly and entangles your fingers with his, “We better get going, for real this time.”

You smile at him and start running toward the gate that leads to the outside world. You’re absolutely terrified about tonight, but you just have to trust that all the pieces of the puzzle are in place. You trust your boyfriend and the group you’re both a part of. Now all you can do is tell Seonghwa what you know and give him the best advice you can with the said information.

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21:30

Captain and the Sparrow

Word Count- 4529

Summary- After half a year of preparation and planning, it's the eve before you're set to play your part in the operation. Knowing you'll be parting in the morning, you and the Captain find yourselves needing to fill the hours before dawn.

Pairing- RebelFactionLeader!Hongjoong x PrestigeInstructor!f!reader

Trope- Colleagues to Lovers Fantasy AU

Warnings- Vulgarity, unprotected sex (don't do this irl), talk about rebel infiltration/sabotage, dirty talk, MINORS DNI 18+

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21:30p

You watch as Hongjoong paces back and forth, staring at the strategy board while he tugs at his bottom lip.  His arm was wrapped around his own waist and he was mumbling under his breath.  You check your Prestige Academy uniform for the nth time and verify everything is in place.  You’d already checked in with the Elites, double, then triple checking the exact time for both of your arrival to the station.  

The recruits would be aboard the train already, before you boarded with Hongjoong and the others.  You wander over to check Hongjoong’s uniform as well, smoothing it out yet again.  The level of stress amongst the team throughout the city had been high for the months you’d all been planning this, but the small hours of just waiting before you finally put everything into motion were by far the worst.  

Your eyes stray to the spot Hongjoong's bike was parked in earlier before he'd taken it to Nightowl's shop for storage. You were definitely going to miss all the beautiful men on their sexy motorcycles. Especially.....your eyes stray to the man nearest you.

Admiring your partner this evening, you can’t help but feel a pang as you realize that this could possibly be the last time you two spend together.  It might actually be the last time you see him at all, if things went well. 

 Or…if you ever saw him again….

You didn’t want to think the worst, especially right now when there was nothing else to occupy your mind.  You sit and follow your Captain with your eyes, admiring him.  It was no shock that he had the respect of his entire crew; his determination and willpower to get this done were enough to earn yours.  But it was more than that, you acknowledge.  

You personally had been witness to the pain he tried to hide behind his sharp eyes, the stress he tried to conceal with a forced smile.  You watch as that willpower manifested as tirelessness, but in reality you knew he was consumed with worry.  He cared so much for everyone involved, for the outcome of this operation.  For it was just another step towards his ultimate goal.

The ultimate goal you were not privy to, but that was fine with you.  You’d known him long enough now to know that whatever it was, it was for the good of the children, his team and everyone involved.  For future generations.  

And you’d follow him no matter the outcome.

For this moment, though, you wanted to do something for him for once.  The safe house was empty of all but the two of you.  Everyone was in their positions or they were doing last minute preparations, spending their wait time in their own way.  Your thoughts drift to your compatriots, and their loved ones, wondering how they’d decided to spend the quiet moments leading up to the morning. 

No regrets, my little birds, leave no regrets tonight.

Letting your eyes take Hongjoong in, you allowed yourself a moment of indulgence.  It had been months since you’d accepted your growing attraction to the man in charge.  Obviously, you knew better than anyone that there wasn’t room for those types of feelings.  Not for the two of you, at least.  

Still, you allow yourself to at least admire the charismatic man while you have your time with him.  Your growing feelings were pale in comparison to what this operation meant, so you’d just set it to the side and continued on with your mission.

Tonight, though, now that you were on the eve of putting months of planning into play, you couldn’t help but feel your anxiety weigh down on you as you watch him wind himself up with nothing to do but wait.  

“Hongjoong.” You say sternly, drawing his gaze.  You stand with your arms folded, an eyebrow raised at him.  “Yes?” he asks, his eyes almost immediately trying to stray to the planning board, to the equipment, to the uniforms.  You could just see him spinning his wheels as you watched and you just sigh.  

“Have I forgotten something?” he asks, gaze flicking over to the pile of personnel files on the low table.  “Yes. Actually, you have, Captain.” you say, walking over to him, placing your hands on his shoulders.  His mind was so distracted that it took him a moment to realize you were right in front of him.  He looks down at you, a wrinkle creasing his brow, a questioning look in his eye.

“You’ve forgotten how to breathe, sir.  No offense, Joong, but if you don’t calm down, you’re going to drive me mad.” you say, pushing him backwards so he is forced to sit down on the couch in the middle of the safe house.  He pulls his cowboy hat off, his hand coming up to rub his eyes.  

“It’s just…there’s so much in my mind, I feel as if I’m going to forget something important.” he sighs.  You just look down at him, saddened that he was always shouldering everything.  He had an amazing crew but he truly never took time for himself.  “Always so concerned about everyone else, Joong.” he looks up at you and gives you a tired smile.  “I know, I know.  I’m aware everyone else is quite capable.  I just…worry.” he says, leaning back and closing his eyes.  

You look down at him momentarily, before pushing up your sleeves and circling around behind him.  “Well, I suppose I’ll add taking care of you to my long list of priorities then.” you say sternly, flexing your hands before grasping his shoulders and rubbing, frowning at the knots you can feel tensing him up.  

“Oh fuck, that’s….” he groans out, and you just let out a “mmmhmmmm…” knowingly as he gives in to the massage.  “Sir, let me tell you, you are just beyond tense.”  you whisper as you  smile down at him.  Finally you feel him relax and give in to your hands.   

The sound of the door cuts through the cozy silence and you turn to see Yeosang make his way over to the supply area. "Yeosang is here." you murmur to Hongjoong and he peeks an eye open, sighing. "I'll be right back..." he says and you nod, watching him go over to speak with his teammate.

You take a moment to go over your check list once more in your head, almost a habit now. Hongjoong pats Yeosang on the back as he is about to send him off and you make your way over to the two. Yeosang nods at you, a tight lipped smile. "Yeosang..." you say, placing a hand on his arm. Trying to smile reassuringly, you say, "Good luck...it's been a pleasure to work along side of you all. Please convey that to everyone if you could, with your deliveries." He just nods at you, glancing once more at the captain and then says his goodbyes.

You watch as Hongjoong turns to start looking over everything again, knowing his mind is right back into overdrive. "Oh no you don't," you say, grasping his arm and pulling him back to the couch, where you resume your massage. Picking out a particularly tight knot, you work at him until you feel the tenseness leave his shoulders, leaning into your hands.

Ah, if only…. You think wistfully…but then a smirk slowly creeps onto your face.   Hell, why not…? You had hours and hours before morning.  The schedule you had been keeping with him during this was set for night, so you’d both only woken up within the last few hours.  Yeosang had come and gone and there were just check-ins with the others, nothing too complicated.

 Now that things are settled…..

“Hongjoong?” you say, your hands working slowly over his shoulders, up his neck, then back down.  “Mmm?” he murmurs, not even opening his eyes. 

You slide around the couch, taking a seat next to him.  You reach up and brush a lock of his blue hair off of his forehead, smiling as he opens one eye to peek at you.  “Done already? I could have suffered through another hour of that…” he murmurs, smiling cheekily.  “I have a better idea…” you murmur.

Deciding to throw caution to the wind, you lean over and press your lips to his.  His body immediately jerks and freezes, his eyes flying open, his lips motionless for a split second.  Then they flutter shut and his hand comes up to cup the back of your head as he sighs into your mouth.  

Mildly shocked at his eager response, you can’t help but smile against his mouth.  His tongue darts out to lick along your bottom lip before he pulls back, his forehead touching yours.  “Y/n…. as tempting as this is ... .are you aware of what you’re getting into?”  he eyes you, his face serious.  You can’t help but notice the look he gives your lips, though, as you bite them, thinking.  

“Joong…you said the same thing to me when I joined your cause.” you say softly, reaching up to touch his face with your knuckles.  He rolls his eyes, letting out a soft laugh.  “I’d like to say that it’s the same, but it’s definitely not….” 

“Joong…I’m fully aware of who you are.  You’re aware of who I am by now, I would hope- of what I’m here to do?”  he just nods, a tug pulling his lips down.  He leans up and kisses your forehead, his free hand cupping your cheek.  

“You also know that….” he says, looking away to take in all of the signs of your planning, the operation board, the equipment.  You don’t even need to look to know that’s what he’s thinking about.  “Hongjoong….I’m very well prepared for tomorrow.  I’m also prepared to be responsible for myself with what I want to be happening right now.” You let your hand slide down, rubbing his shoulder again gently.  

“We may very well not see eachother again for a long while.  Hell, we may never see each other again.” you say and his eyes show pain, the memory of loss you know he felt so deeply.  You know very little of what he’d been through, but what you did know was the pain you saw in his eyes occasionally when he stares off in the distance, looking through time to the past.  Possibly even into the future.  

“I don’t-” he starts and you climb into his lap, straddling him.  His eyes grow big but you just smile down at him.  “We can do what we normally do and discuss and strategize this, but I’d rather not waste the time.  I’d rather just fuck your brains out so I can do something for YOU for once, Captain.”  you grab the cowboy hat sitting on the couch next to you and place it on your head.  “And for myself…this is as much a selfish request as it is an urge to take care of you, sir.”

“Well, if you put it that way-” he smirks, eyebrow raised.  Then you’re leaning down, cupping his cheeks and pressing your mouth to his again, parting his lips with your tongue.  He lets out a whimper as his hands grip your ass, pressing you down against his hardening bulge.  “Captain, sir….why don’t you let me steer this ship?” you smirk down at him as you lean back, unbuttoning your shirt and tossing it.  His eyes go wide with delight as you grasp his hand and place it on your chest, his fingers immediately going to work against the thin material.  He tests the weight of your breast, squeezing gently.

“Mmm, so soft…” he says as you run your fingers up his nape, into the back of his hair.  He leans forward and takes the fabric in his mouth, wetting the spot where your nipple is.  Then you push him backwards, his eyes going wide.  “What-” he starts but you just grasp his shirt, ripping it open.  The pearl buttons go flying, making tiny noises as they land all over.  Not caring, and relishing his shocked yet pleased expression, you reach down to pinch his nipple.  

He lets out a hiss, his back arching into the touch as you bite your lip and watch him.  He was beyond hot, you can’t help but get wet just watching his reaction to you.  “Fuck, you’re so sexy…” he sighs out, his hands coming up to yank down your bra straps, pulling down the material to expose your bare tits.  He just hums, admiring them, using both hands to knead them, pressing them together before he leans forward, rubbing his face between them.  You hold the back of his head as he kisses his way over and starts sucking one of your nipples.  The bud pebbles in his mouth and he moans, drawing more fluid out of your already drenched core.  

You strip him of his shirt, but he never lets up his kissing and sucking on your tender flesh.  You draw your nails down his bare back, causing him to gasp and hiss again.  Finally you grasp his hair in your hand, pulling his head back.  His eyes grow wide as you sit above him, staring down at him with a stern look.  

“Captain, while I love your leadership skills, I’m the one in charge right now.  So let me-” you reach down and tug at his belt, unbuckling it, “-be the one doing the work.  You just sit back and enjoy the ride…” you smirk and his eyes glaze over, biting his lip as he leans back and lets you pull off his belt, tossing it to the side.  

His eyes scan you,  taking you in as you sit straddling him with your bra pulled down, your breasts on display, wearing his cowboy hat.  He moans, gripping your waist as he moves his hips up into yours.  “There we go, that’s much better, sir.” You say as you unbutton his pants, unzipping, then slipping your hand into them.  He throws his head back as your fingers make contact with his silky yet rigid flesh.  “Mmm, so hard already….” you murmur, licking your lips and he just watches as you pull his cock out, encircling the tip with your thumb.  The noise that leaves his lips has you wiggling your hips, rocking back and forth to rub against his thigh.  

“Ah god…” Hongjoong mutters, looking down to watch you stroke him, twisting your wrist to add a little extra to the stimulation as you watch his expression.  “Oh fuck, you’re so good at this….” he moans, his hips moving a little at your motions.  “Well I’m glad you’re enjoying it, sir.” you murmur and smile.  He looks up to watch you, taking in your tits, then he reaches down to cup you through your pants.  “Well this isn’t fair…” he mutters, frowning up at you.   You let out a husky laugh, winking at him.  “Well, maybe you can earn the privilege of watching me take them off for you, sir.” 

He lets out a laugh and leans up, grasping your ass and taking your mouth again, this time more frantically.  You continue to stroke him as his tongue twists and dances with yours, his hands cupping your bottom.  You break the kiss, sliding off his lap as he whines as reaches for you, his lips still trying to reach for yours.  “Cute, Captain.  But you’re going to have to wait.” You say, reaching behind you to unlatch your bra, pulling it off and holding it to the side, then dropping it.  He leans back, taking his dick in his own hand, slowly stroking it as he watches you.  

“Like what you see, sir?” you ask, running your hands down your stomach, to play with your own belt buckle, slipping it off.  “Mmmm…yes…I am enjoying the show…” he says, biting his lip, hissing a bit as he rubs the head of his cock.  You unbutton your pants, unzipping them, then you turn around, looking back over your shoulder to grin at him.  You can hear his labored breathing as you slowly slide the material off you, slipping the pants down your legs, slowly- making sure he enjoys the torment.  

“Ah fuck….” he says, stroking himself faster as you turn back around and kick them off, standing in front of him in just his hat and a pair of black lace panties.  Sauntering back towards him, you place a leg up next to his thigh dramatically so he can take in the view.  

You take his hand and place it against your clothed pussy.  He sucks in a breath at how soaked you already are, his fingers immediately gripping the crotch of your panties in his hand and pulling roughly to the side.  Before you can do anything, he reaches up to grab you from underneath, pulling your lower body towards him.  He immediately buries his mouth in your aching core, his nose nuzzling against your sensitive clit.  You cry out and grasp his hair in your hand, pulling gently as his tongue darts out to taste your wet slit.  “FUCK” you hear him murmur against you, muffled and his hot breath has your legs quivering.  

His other hand grips your inner thigh, slipping up to use his finger to part you, to slide against your folds.  You let out a loud moan as he licks up to your nub, then sucks on it, switching between sucking and licking, drawing even more juices from your yearning cunt.  “Hongjoong!” you cry out as his finger slips into your tight hole, eagerly fingering you as his tongue flicks back and forth against your swollen clit.  “FUCK!  CAPTAIN!  I’M -OH FUCK….JOONG!” you cry out, his hand clutching you tighter as you grasp his head, pushing him against you as you start to quake from your impending orgasm.  

The sounds his tongue is making has you crying out over and over, his moaning and licking driving you completely mad as you finally give into the high that has you gushing over his tongue, his muffled delighted laughter and hot breath drawing out the pleasure.

“FUCK! OH MY GOD…FUCK FUCK FUCK!” you cry until you feel your legs give and he reaches out to steady you, slowly sliding his finger back out.  “Wow….fuck…Captain…you say I was good at what I was doing…goddamn SIR!” you manage as he pulls you back down on his lap, holding you upright.  “I have a lot more where that came from, little sparrow….” he purrs out, then he’s pulling you down so you can taste yourself on his lips, his mouth still wet with your desire.   

“Now you can just sit there and let me do what I please to you, since you are so out of control and don’t listen to orders ... .sir.” you say, pushing him back.  You reach down to guide him into you as you hover above him, holding onto his shoulder. As you sink down onto him slowly, he grunts, letting his head fall back again.  You moan softly as you feel him stretch you, the wetness from his attentive tongue definitely helping take him.  It had been far too long since you’d enjoyed the touch of another person and you were going to savor it as long as you could.  As you sink down completely, seated firmly in his lap, he opens his eyes to look up at your face.  

“You look gorgeous wearing that.” he whispers, smirking at the hat on your head.  “Yeehaw, Captain.” you say, winking, as you roll your hips around, drawing out moans from his parted lips.  “Don’t…ever say that…again…” he says and you can’t help but laugh.  But it’s cut off a moment later as he grabs your ass, lifting you just to thrust upwards and draw you back down.  

“Joong!” you cry out, gasping as he bites his lip and watches your reactions as he controls your movements.  You recover and grip his shoulders tightly, then start bouncing on him eagerly, causing him to cry out loudly.  Your tits jiggle, and you lean forward, bringing his mouth to your chest so he can attend them.  “Joong, fuck you feel so good…” you moan, riding him as he sucks on your nipple.   His arm goes around your waist and then you’re being flipped onto your back.  

“Hey!” you cry out, and he’s entering you once more, grabbing your arms to hold over your head.  He smirks down at you, his blue hair hanging down in his eyes.  “You said it, I don’t listen to orders very well…” he grins mischievously as he starts setting a slow pace, drawing his cock out almost completely, just to slowly slide back into you.  You whine and wriggle under him, but he just shushes you, pulling back slowly again.  Then he thrusts hard into you, making your breasts bounce.  

“Fuck…you just had to keep calling me ‘Sir’, didn’t you?” he says, his eyes bright and dancing.  “Oh my….is that what it was….ssssiiirrr?” you say, making sure to draw it out huskily and he moans, his hips picking up the pace.  “Yes, fuck me sir….Captain please…” you start moaning out and he responds immediately, as he whimpers, letting his body fall onto yours, your hands finally free as his mouth seeks yours.  “Yes…mmm…yesss” he says against your lips, fucking you harder now as you wrap your legs around him.  “Your pussy is so tight…holy fuck…” he moans, pressing his face into your neck.  You cradle his head as you lift your hips up to take more of him and he moans even louder against your skin.  His hot breath is driving you crazy along with his thick cock.  

You rake your nails down his back and he cries out your name, propping himself back up to look down at you.  “I want to feel you cum around me…” he growls, driving into you harder and faster.  Your flushed face, parted lips and writhing body has him panting and gasping, trying to hold out for you.  “Captain….Sir……!” you cry, pressing your hands against his shoulders as he fucks you down into the couch.  He can feel your walls fluttering around him, clenching as you build up a coil in your abdomen, your legs shaking. 

“OH FUCK I can feel you, I can feel your….tight ……pussy….Oh yes, almost there, baby, fuck cum around me….CUM CUM…..” he urges, sweating, the droplets falling on your bare tits as he fucks you harder and harder until you start screaming his name, then incoherent words as the coil snaps, the orgasm ripping through you.  You clamp down around him, and he cries out, his eyes wide as he starts to cum, not even pulling out.  You keep your legs around him, his hands sliding under your ass to tilt you up to take everything.  “FUCK!” he bites out, his jaw clenched, as he empties into you.  You are clutching at his shoulders, the couch, everything as you finally ride through it and to the other side, coming down and going limp.   “Joong….” you sigh as he collapses on top of you, his breathing hitched and stuttering.  

You rub your hand down his back, both of you covered in sweat and fluids pooled between you.  You just hold each other for a bit as you recover, then he pulls back to look down at you.  “You definitely don’t take orders well..” you grimace at him and he just laughs, pushing the hat down on your head as he leans down to kiss you softly. 

As moments pass, you both untangle from each other reluctantly.  Just then, you hear his cell go off.  “Mmm…reality…” Hongjoong walks over to pick it up, and you gather yourself, then your clothes. Instead of listening in, you go grab some water. Smiling to yourself, enjoying a brief moment of happiness at having had this experience with this incredible man, you just let yourself not think of anything else for a few moments.

You make your way back over to the couch, grabbing your pants to start dressing. After a brief conversation, Hongjoong comes back over, tugging the pants from your hands and placing them on the couch, taking you into his arms. “Check ins.  Mingi and Koa are all clear, set for morning.” You nod, wondering again how everyone was spending their time this evening.  Hopefully with a lot of meaning, you think, your eyes admiring your captain.  

No regrets at all.  

“Were you trying to end things here? We should definitely get cleaned up…so how about we take this to the shower….?” he says, winking at you, and you just laugh, letting him tug you along with him.  There was no way you weren’t going for a second round, especially when your captain was so very enthusiastic…

"You know...it's too bad your bike had to go to Nightowl's shop.....I could have used one last...ride on it..." you tease, enjoying how his eyes darken at the thought. "SHOWER. NOW." he demands and you giggle as he throws you over his shoulder.

A while later, and with a lot less stress weighing you both down, you settle once more on the couch together.  Clean and clothed, he pulls you over to lean on him, placing your legs over his lap, then plays with your hands.  He leans over and grabs a small bottle, uncapping it, then painting your pinky nail black.  He kisses your palm as he smiles up at you, then looks back down, blowing on it softly.  He holds it up next to his, admiring the matching colors.  Then he draws it back to blow on it again, looking at you softly.  

You can’t help but smile at him, truly savoring your time together.  He stops and looks down, his expression slipping a bit as he hooks his pinky through yours.  “In the morning…” he says softly and you clear your throat, bringing your hand up to brush back his hair.  “Stop.  I know what you’re about to do.” you say, running your thumb over his beautiful cheekbone. “Oh, do you?” he asks, smirking at you and you just giving him his look right back.  

“Yes, Captain.  Let’s not do the whole, ‘what could have been, if only, in another life’ talk.  I’m an adult and I’m well aware of our situation, as I made clear before we started this.  As are you.  We are two people who wanted to spend some intimate time together before we part ways.” you say and he sighs, his smile coming back but it’s strained.  

“You’re right. I know.” he responds, sliding his fingers through yours, then raising your hand to press a kiss to the back of it.  “Thank you.” he says, and you both just smile at each other, understanding.  “Thank you too, Captain.” he tilts his head and looks over at the uniforms that were set out for you to both put in come morning.  

“Were I a better man, I’d ask you to give it up.  To forget this mission.  That I could find someone else to do what you need to after tonight.  To stay…” he murmurs.  His gaze sweeps over the work you’d all done over the last half a year.  The maps, the files, the blueprints.  The plan for your infiltration as a faculty of the academy being a large part of any plans going forward.  

There were others he had planted, but…you knew deep in your heart that his trust in you that you’d formed through working together in this, you knew he needed you.  “Hongjoong.” you whisper and he just closes his eyes without looking at you.  

“Captain.” you say more firmly and he slowly turns to you.  Your heart twists at the pain behind those beautiful brown eyes as they open, the regret and the internal war you knew he struggled with every single moment.  

“I trust you, and I believe in you.” you say, smiling sadly.  “I am a selfish woman, and I am happy that we had tonight together.  And yes, in another life, I’d explore whatever this is between us, have no doubt about that.” you lean in to kiss his tender lips, savoring him.  

“However…I am not selfish enough to abandon the fate of countless others for my own benefit.  Nor are you, we would both hate ourselves for even considering it.” he nods, blinking rapidly as he lets out a breath you hadn’t realized he was holding.  

“To be honest, I was terrified you’d ask me to consider it.  And I…I don’t know if I would be strong enough to turn it down…” he lets his head fall onto your shoulder and you just rub the nape of his neck, kissing his hair.  

“Captain, you would be.  I believe in you.  Believe in me too.” you say, then you draw back, looking down at him.  He nuzzles into your chest and looks up at you as you cup his face.  “I’d like to make something clear as well,” you say, frowning.  His eyes are curious and he nods.  

“You are a better man for not asking me to stay.  A weaker man would, but my captain is strong.” you poke his nose, trying to be playful but his eyes go dark. 

“I really fucking need you again…” he says with a low tone as he lunges at you, taking your mouth again with his.

Hours later, you finish checking your uniform, double then triple checking that everything is set. It was here and you take a long look at Hongjoong as he speaks softly to his second in command, Seonghwa.

His face is stoic and somber, giving you an almost imperceptible nod as he trades last minute information. Satisfied, he hangs up and comes over to you. No words are needed as you exchange a long look, his forehead pressed to yours.

Making one last pass through the safe house, the only sound the birds chirping outside as the predawn city starts to wake he turns to you. With everything in place as you head out of the safehouse, you both turn to look at the other.

"Time to fly, little bird." he whispers as he entwines his pinky with yours one last time before your parting.

[kwanisms]

02:22 — c.san :: Carnival of Lies

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➥ anarchist!San × fem!Reader summary: in the city of Neo Seoul in the year 2073, a group of bikers turned anarchists outlaws have decided to go through with a life changing heist. The plans have been laid, the timeline set, all that's left is to say goodbye but San never expected it to be this hard. wc: 10.9k genres/themes/au: angst, smut; fantasy, science fiction, cyberpunk, dystopian, western, & biker gang themes, anarchist!Ateez, outlaw!Ateez; non idol au, dystopian au, cyberpunk au warnings: ANGST AHEAD (you have been warned lol), adult dialogue, female reader, the characters break the laws of their society, sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut! permanent taglist: @yoonguurt @wonderfulshinee @candidupped @dejavernon @violagoth @tigermoonbiss @katsukis1wife @luvsooby @thesolarplanetarysystem @salty-for-suga @devilsmatches @dmnspiit @simeonswhore @yangracha @seonghwalover @atinypurr @aikyubi

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a/n: part of the Operation Outlaw : Before the Boom collab with several of my friends and fellow @cultofdionysusnet writers. We conceived this idea when the first teasers were dropped for the Outlaw comeback and we've been talking and working almost around the clock about it, tossing ideas around until we weaved together an intricate story set in the near future. Thank you so much for reading and please check out the other writers' pieces which can be found on the collab masterlist here! As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. Adult content divider made by @cafekitsune and banner made by me. I do not allow reposts, translations, or continuations of my works. All my works ©️ kwanisms

smut warnings: possessive!San, sub!Reader, grinding/dry humping, use of pet names (baby, baby girl), sex photos/video, nipple play, fingering, dirty talk, finger sucking, oral (f receiving feat pussy drunk San), unprotected sex (use condoms), creampie, San is in love and highkey possessive but the reader loves it. I think I got all the warnings but if I missed any, please let me know!

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Glancing at the clock, San saw it was almost 100 and looked back down at his food. From the front seat, he could hear the faint sound of racing music as Wooyoung and Cardinal sat in the front seats, playing some sort of rhythm racing game on their phones.

“You two really like that game, don’t you?” San asked, making Wooyoung glance up. Cardinal let out a triumphant cheer as her character passed Wooyoung’s and crossed the finish line first.

Wooyoung let out a groan, throwing his head back against the headrest.

“That doesn’t count, he distracted me!” he whined. Cardinal smirked at Wooyoung before responding as if she were speaking to a baby.

“Awww it’s okay Woo,” she cooed. “Maybe next time.”

Cardinal put her phone away and glanced back. “Hand me one of those boxes,” she said, pointing to the food Yeosang had delivered only moments ago. San, who was already digging into his own food, set his utensils down and grabbed an unopened box, handing it to Cardinal who thanked him and took the fork he offered as well.

Wooyoung watched as the pair dug into their food. “What is that?” he asked, eyeing the food in Cardinal’s box. She held up the box for Wooyoung to sniff and he backed away. “What is that?” he asked again, albeit a little more disgusted.

Cardinal rolled her eyes and continued to eat. “You’re so dramatic.”

Wooyoung climbed into the back to sit beside San, grabbing another container and opening it, giving it a sniff as well. “Blech,” he said, closing it. “Of all the places Yeo could have gotten a job at, he had to pick the worst place in the district,” he scoffed.

San’s brow furrowed. “Don’t knock it until you try it,” he replied, picking up a plastic fork and digging into the noodles. Wooyoung pretended to gag, making San roll his eyes. “See,” Cardinal said, drawing both their attention. “What did I say? He’s dramatic.”

San nodded as Wooyoung shrugged and moved back up next to Cardinal reaching out to tickle her side. The sound of her giggles filled the van until she tried, and failed, to sternly tell Wooyoung off.

While San and Cardinal ate, Wooyoung pulled his phone out again and started up a new game of whatever new noisy musical rhythm game he’d downloaded.

“Have you heard from Joong?” San asked as he picked up his cup, taking a sip and turning his head to look at the back of Wooyoung’s head.

The younger man paused his game, still staring at his phone, no doubt reading something on the screen. Next to him, San could see Cardinal holding her phone, smirking at Wooyoung while Wooyoung typed something back.

San waited for his friends to answer but when they didn’t after a couple minutes, he spoke up again.

“Yo, Wooyoung!” he said, a little louder this time. Wooyoung nearly spun around in his seat. “What?” he asked, looking mildly shocked, like he’d been caught doing something. Cardinal tried to keep from laughing as she went back to eating her food.

“Did you hear me?” San asked, suspicious of his friend’s shifty behavior.

Wooyoung shook his head. “No, what did you say?”

San sighed, resisting the urge to chew his best friend out for not listening to him. “I asked if you’ve heard from Joong,” he answered, waiting for Wooyoung to answer him. “Oh,” Wooyoung said, shifting in his seat. Cardinal spoke up for him.

“Yeah. He said to hang tight for a bit. He’s checked in with everyone else and we’re all good to go,” she answered. “He contacted me earlier.”

San nodded as Wooyoung glanced back down at his phone, thumbs tapping away as he typed something quickly, throwing a glance at Cardinal who immediately checked her phone. If San wasn’t suspicious before, he definitely was now.

“Hey, uh,” Wooyoung said suddenly. “I’m not trying to sound like a dick here, but could you like… leave?”

San stared at his friend with a deadpan expression before turning to look at Cardinal who avoided his gaze. ‘Seriously?’

“Leave?” San asked, voice void of any emotion. “You want me to leave?”

Wooyoung nodded, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

“Uh yeah. I hate kicking you out of the van, like this, you know that but—” San sighed heavily, closing his takeout container and setting it aside. “Sure. Fine,” he replied flatly. Had he been looking at them, he would have seen the apologetic looks on both Wooyoung and Cardinal’s faces.

“Just… please don’t squishy my food or ruin my pallet,” San grumbled, Wooyoung grimacing as San grabbed his jacket. “Sorry,” he replied as San opened the back of the van and hopped out.

He shut the door, stopping briefly to pull on his red leather jacket.

“Nah,” he said as he moved around to the driver’s door. “It’s cool.”

Both Cardinal and Wooyoung gave him apologetic smiles.

“Get it, or whatever,” San added as he raised his fist for Wooyoung to give him a bump, Cardinal blushing furiously. “I’ll be back before 500,” he added before setting off, leaving Wooyoung and Cardinal in the van.

San wasn’t one to let Wooyoung talk him into or out of things easily but he had his suspicions about Wooyoung and Cardinal’s relationship since day one and this just confirmed what he already assumed.

San walked around the corner, taking back alleys and streets, not wanting to run into anyone he didn’t want to see. His walk took him just past the customs shop where he saw Yunho working on a bike. San walked over, Yunho looking up as he approached.

“Hey,” Yunho said as he set the wrench in his hand down and picked up a dirty shop rag.

“What’s up?”

San looked around before looking up at Yunho.

“Where’s Jongho?” he asked. Yunho rolled his eyes. “Probably somewhere with Raven where there aren’t cameras,” he answered with a smirk and San immediately understood his meaning, a smile forming on his face.

“Why are you here?” Yunho asked suddenly.

“Woo and Cardinal kicked me out of the van,” San answered, shrugging as he tucked his hands into his jacket pocket. “So I’m taking a walk,” he added.

Yunho nodded, watching San carefully.

“I’d take a ride but someone has my bike,” he added. Yunho laughed sheepishly. “Hey, Joong wanted me to make some last minute adjustments,” he said, holding his hands up before he gestured for San to follow him. The two walked to the other side of the garage where Yunho pressed a button, lowering the garage door.

Once shut, he opened another door and allowed San to enter before following him.

“You want to take her out?” Yunho asked as he locked the door and flipped a switch, fluorescents flooding the room with bright white light.

The room had no windows and was an extension of the garage where Yunho worked on the motorbikes. The ones the city outlawed three years ago. San nodded. “Actually, yeah,” he said as he walked past the seven other bikes until he came to his.

It was an older Kawasaki model originally manufactured from 2006 to 2038. A Ninja 650 that San had a hand in completely customizing with Yunho’s help. San looked over the custom paint job, extra parts he had installed with an exceptional fondness.

The paint had been touched up and new decals applied with only the expertise and care that Yunho showed. “It should be ready for tomorrow,” Yunho explained as he moved to unchain the bike from the others.

“You can take her for a spin but make sure to bring her back before 400,” he said as San moved to mount the bike, running his hands over the handlebars.

“You listening to me?” Yunho asked as he placed the lock back on the chain. San nodded. “Back by 400,” he replied. “Got it.”

“Anything else?” He turned his head to find Yunho smiling at him, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. “Have fun,” he replied before tossing the keys over and pushing a button on the wall to open the small garage door. San put the key in the ignition and started the bike which came to life with a roar and settled into a loud purr.

He turned to look at his friend. “She sounds fucking amazing,” he called over the idling engine. Yunho waved him off and without another word, San put the bike in gear, turned off the brake, and let off the clutch.

He carefully rode the bike out of the shop into a slim alleyway and turned to head away from the city center. As soon as he was clear, Yunho shut the garage and San took off, driving down the alley as carefully as he could.

He knew if he rode on the main streets, he would be spotted by authorities and he didn’t want to deal with that so he stuck to the back streets and alleys as he moved further and further from the center.

As he continued, the buildings grew shorter in stature, the electronic billboards replaced with old painted ones as he drove further into the edge of town.

He didn’t know where he was going to go initially but as he headed further and further away, growing more and more bold, his mind was made up for him.

The diner.

Neo Seoul was built on top of the former city, new skyscrapers reaching high into the clouds, all state of the art made of glass and metal. The older brick buildings were slowly replaced until only the old buildings stood in the outskirts.

San never much liked the city, finding it congested, full of fake people, and the adverts didn’t help. He hated how commercial everything was. He hated everything about the city. Not just on the surface level but deep down, it was corrupt, almost like a rotted core, working its way out, killing the organism from the inside out.

As San reached the outskirts, he slowed his bike, pulling up to the diner and parking the bike out back behind the building where he knew it wouldn’t be spotted. San removed the key and got up, making his way around the front of the building and entering through the front door.

The diner was a cliche and niche place, styled after a diner from 1950’s America and serving the same fare that one would find at such an establishment. San looked around as he entered, greeting one of the servers who rolled past him on roller skates. Another part of the charm and atmosphere of the diner.

San took a seat in the booth at the back of the room, ignoring the looks from some of the other patrons as he sat down.

A different server rolled up to greet him as San grabbed a menu from a small metal holder at the end of the table against the window. “What can I get you?” she asked, forcing San to look up. She was younger, possibly college age.

“A cherry coke please,” San answered as he looked back down to gloss over the menu. “And maybe a cheeseburger,” he added. The server jotted his order down on her table. “Fries okay?” she asked to which San nodded.

“Coming right up,” she said as she rolled away, leaving him alone for a moment before she returned with his drink. As she turned to roll away, San quietly stopped her. “Is Cherry here?” he asked softly.

The server’s eyes widened for a moment before narrowing.

“Uh, who’s asking?” she asked, looking at him suspiciously.

“Could you tell her Cola is here,” San asked, ignoring the confused look on the poor girl’s face. “She’ll know what it means.”

The server nodded slowly before skating away and behind the counter. She glanced back once before disappearing into the kitchen.

San had only been to this place a couple times before. It’d been a long time since he last visited. The interior was exactly the same.

The same red top tables with silver legs and matching booths line the front wall of the restaurant. A tall bar separated the kitchen from the restaurant with red bar stools that swivel on the spot. A swinging metal door with a round window separated the bar from the kitchen.

Caddies with condiments including sugar and creamer sat at the end of the tables, accompanying the metal menu holders under large picture windows with white blinds.

San was staring out the window, having spent the last couple minutes staring at the bubbles in his plastic cup clinging to the sides when he heard someone approach.

“Your cheeseburger with fries,” a familiar voice said, prompting San to look up and smile as he found himself face to face with quite possibly his favorite person.

You smiled as you set his plate down in front of him. “When Sango said Cola was asking for me, I was a little shocked,” you said as San looked up at you. “Haven’t seen you around here in a while.” The smile on San’s face fell.

“I’m sorry about that,” he said softly. You smiled at him with that same bright smile you always gave him. The radiant one you reserved only for puppies and him.

“It’s okay,” you replied. “I’m sure you’ve been quite busy.” San nodded slowly. You had a way of always leaving him speechless.

Ever since meeting you on the playground in primary school, San was shy and soft-spoken around you. Not that he was particularly loquacious to begin with. He’d always been more of an introvert but it got worse moving to the city with his family.

He was the new kid and even though he had his older sister, she was more preoccupied with her friends and her own life than with making sure San was okay. He kept to himself most of that first week. Until he literally bumped into you on the playground.

He’d been playing by himself in the jungle gym when some of the older boys kicked him out of their fort. San decided to use the slide to escape and that was how he accidentally mowed you down into the wood chips.

The other kids were quick to check on you but you were much tougher than San expected, even with the nasty scrape on your knee. He apologized profusely, expecting you to yell at him or cry for the teacher but you surprised him yet again by crouching down to make sure he wasn’t hurt.

You introduced yourself shortly after and an unlikely friendship was started.

Where San was shy and quiet, you were loud and friendly with everyone.

The entire class liked you. Including San.

Your friendship continued into junior high where San discovered he had feelings for you. It started when one of your fellow classmates came up and asked you to go to the movies.

A jealousy San had never experienced before erupted from his stomach and settled in his chest and you blushed and politely turned the guy down, saying your father wasn’t allowing you to date until high school.

San then made it his mission to keep the other boys away from you, partly for your father’s sake but also for his own.

He didn’t want to share you with anyone else.

He was possessive in that regard.

In high school, you started paying more attention to your appearance, wearing makeup and spending more time with your girl friends but you always made time for San. His feelings only got stronger and stronger.

San never mentioned his feelings for you, too afraid to ruin your friendship.

It wasn’t until your last year together that San finally confessed, assuming you would go off to college while San got a job and he would probably never see you again.

He was shocked, to say the least, when you reciprocated his feelings and kissed him, murmuring something about him taking long enough. Since then, it had been a slow but steady pace until San joined the underground resistance, something he kept secret from both his family and from you.

As far as you knew, he worked at a mechanic shop.

He would try to see you as often as he could between actually working and devoting time to the small rebel biker gang he joined.

Whatever free time he had, he tried to devote to you but it was difficult when he lived deep inside the city center while you lived on the outskirts of town. As he became more involved in the resistance, he saw you less and less.

So, rare moments like this he always treasured.

“You got time?” San asked, looking up at you while you checked your watch.

“Let me finish getting my food out and I’ll come back for my break,” you replied with a smile. San watched as you skated away before starting to dig into his food.

It was only a few moments later when you returned and sat down in the booth with him, sipping on your water while you talked. You told him all about what had happened since the last time you saw one another, occasionally stealing his fries.

San listened with rapt attention as you spoke animatedly, telling him stories about your life at home, where you were living, your neighbors, anything you could think of.

You had just finished telling him a story about one of your coworkers when you cleared your throat.

“Ben proposed to me.”

San, who had been taking a sip of his drink sputtered and coughed.

You leaned forward, looking concerned but he waved his hand while he coughed a few times before clearing his throat. “I forgot you were dating him,” he murmured, sounding a little dejected. You noticed immediately.

“Yeah. It was so sudden. I didn’t expect it,” you said with a nervous chuckle, bringing your hand up to brush some of your hair back. San followed your hand but surprisingly didn’t see a ring.

“I don’t see a ring,” he commented, picking up the last of his burger and taking a bite. He didn’t miss the way you avoided his gaze, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth briefly. “I actually said no,” you finally whispered.

San looked up from his plate, finding you already looking at him.

“Why?” He asked softly, holding your gaze. You shrugged your shoulders. “It didn’t feel right,” you replied just as quietly. “But you love him?” San asked.

You shook your head. “Not like that. Not enough to marry the guy.”

San picked up his cola and took a drink before speaking.

“He seemed like a great guy,” he noted, noticing the way you shrugged.

“He is,” you replied. “But I don’t want to marry him,” you added.

“It felt wrong.”

San tilted his head as you stole another fry from his plate.

“Felt wrong how?” he asked, watching you shift in your seat, avoiding his gaze.

“He’s not…” you said softly, trailing off. “He’s not what?” San’s voice was barely above a whisper now. You looked up through your lashes at him.

“He’s not you.”

San’s heart hammered against his chest as you held his gaze. There were so many things he wanted to say but he didn’t know where to start.

Before he could respond, a voice called out.

“Y/N, your break is over!”

You sat up quickly, glancing over to who San could only assume was your boss. “Sorry, Sherry!” You called and got up quickly.

San reached forward, grabbing your hand gently.

You looked down at his hand and then back up to meet his gaze.

“Can I see you after your shift?” He asked, holding your gaze with his intense stare. You hesitated before nodding. “I’m off in an hour,” you replied. “I’ll meet you here.”

Without another word, San let go of your hand and you hurried around the counter, offering another apology to your boss.

The other server came by to take San’s empty plate.

“Anything I can get for you?” She asked with a smile.

“Coffee,” San answered. “And a slice of pie. Whichever you recommend.”

The server nodded before skating away and fulfilling his order. She came back shortly with a white ceramic mug and a carafe of coffee, pouring him a cup and then skating away.

San grabbed some sugar and creamer, adding it to his coffee until the color was unrecognizable as coffee. Shortly after, the server rolled by, dropping off his pie. It was a slice of apple with a small swirl of whipped cream on top.

San ate in silence, checking his watch and scrolling through his phone as the minutes ticked by. He was finishing his third or fourth cup of coffee when you appeared in your jacket and without skates, calling goodnight to your coworkers.

San had already paid his tab before you clocked out and stood up as you approached him. “Shall we?” You asked, smiling at him. San returned the smile and let you lead the way out of the diner before leading you around the building to where his bike stood, paint shimmering under the dim lamp light.

San picked up his own helmet and handed it to you. “I only have one,” he explained as you took it from him. “It should fit.”

You put the helmet on as San swung one leg over the bike, sitting and taking the handles and keeping it steady so you could climb onto the back. Only once you were situated, did San turn the key and the bike roared to life.

He felt you wrap your arms around his waist, holding tight as he put the bike into gear. The bike lurched forward, making you shriek as San cackled before actually releasing the clutch and pulling out of the parking lot and onto the road.

The ride was full of only the sound of the engine and the wind whipping.

San noticed a dark, desolate park as he turned into yet another empty street and slowed his bike, pulling into the small parking lot, rolling into one of the spaces before cutting the engine and parking the bike.

You removed the helmet and shook your head as San waited for you to get off.

Carefully you climbed off, making sure to push down the skirt of your diner uniform. San took the helmet from you and hung it on one of the handlebars before turning to you.

“Aren’t you afraid of someone stealing it?” You asked, nodding at the helmet. San shook his head. “Not really,” he replied, taking your hand and leading you through the park. The two of you walked on the paved path, hand in hand as San asked more about your life lately.

He wanted to address what you had said at the diner but decided he would wait to bring it up. He didn’t want to pry too much but he also wanted to know what you had meant and if you had actually meant it.

“I actually had a reason for coming to see you,” San said suddenly, causing you to look at him. “Oh?” Your voice sounded equal parts curious and confused as the two of you continued to walk.

“I have this… job,” he said softly.

San always made sure not to tell you too many details about his work. About the work he did for the resistance. He didn’t want you to be a target or to be too privy to any sensitive information, mainly for your protection and that of his crew.

But this job was different. It was big. There was a chance he might not see you again for a long, long time and he wanted you to be aware of that.

“Yeah,” he answered. “It’s a big one,” he continued. “Bigger than any I’ve ever done.” You nodded as he spoke, enjoying the warmth of your hand in his. “And this job might…” you glanced up as he trailed off.

You pulled him to a stop. “Might what?” You asked softly. San hesitated before finally looking at you. “It might force me to leave town or go into hiding for a while.” Your eyes widened. “Which means I may not see you again for a really long time,” he continued. You listened silently as he spoke.

“Which is why,” San said. “I want to make the most of tonight.”

“I want to spend as much time with you as I can before I have to go away.”

You let go of his hand, moving to pull him into a hug, eye shutting tight as his arms wrapped around yours. “I care so much about you, Y/N,” he said softly. “I want you to stay safe which is why I keep this life separate but I’m also selfish and I want to be with you.”

You nodded, understanding where he was going. “If I could just be with you without this complication, I would in a heartbeat,” he continued. You looked up, smiling as you fought back tears. “Then just be with me tonight,” you answered. San cupped your cheek, gazing into your eyes lovingly.

Pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead, he took your hand again and resumed walking around the park, following the path.

As you walked around a curve in the path, San noticed a dancing light and looked up. About twenty to thirty feet from where you both stood was a rather large house, the backyard behind a black wrought iron fence. In the backyard, was a large swimming pool where the light was coming from.

San glanced down at you, waiting for you to see it too. When you did, you glanced up at him. “No,” you said, shaking your head. “No San!” You hissed as he dragged you along, heading for the fence. “This is illegal!”

San snorted as you reached the property line. “And so is owning a motorbike,” he added. “Since when have I ever cared for the rules?”

You shook your head, unable to hide the smile on your face. “It’s only illegal in the city,” you reminded him. “Still illegal,” San answered. He looked around for a moment before scooting past you to a stone pillar at the end of the fence.

“San!” You hissed again as he carefully found his footing and started to climb. “San, we’re going to get caught!”

He looked down at you, bringing a finger up to his lips. “Not if you stay quiet,” he whispered before continuing to climb. He scaled the pillar with ease, carefully hopping down into the backyard before moving to the gate and unlocking it, opening it slowly and only enough to let you in.

The owners of the house clearly had money and took very good care of their lawn, if the pristinely cut grass, stone tile patio with an outdoor dining set and grill and well maintained pool and covered hot tub were anything to go by.

San walked over to the pool, kneeling down to stick his hand in it.

“San, what are you doing?!” You whisper yelled at him as he started to kick off his shoes, pulling his socks off and tucking them inside his shoes for safe keeping.

He shrugged off his jacket and started to undo his pants before turning to look at you.

“You gonna just stand there?” He asked as he undid his belt and pants, pushing them down, making you giggle as he kicked his jeans off and jumped into the pool in his underwear with a splash. “San!” You hissed as he surfaced.

He pushed his hair back before looking up at you. “Come on,” he said. “Live a little, Y/N.” You huffed out a sigh, glancing around before taking off your own jacket and kicking off your shoes and socks.

San turned to swim away as you shimmied out of your dress and quickly discarded it before stepping off the side of the pool into the warm water.

When you surfaced you started swimming towards San who grinned mischievously at you. “You’re insane,” you murmured as you met him near the side of the pool.

You felt one of his arms snake around your waist, pulling your shivering body against his warm one. “You followed me,” he whispered, eyes dipping to look at your lips before pulling you closer, his own lips meeting yours.

It had been more years than you could remember since San had last kissed you and it still made your heart skip a beat and butterflies erupt in your stomach.

His lips moved softly against yours until you felt his tongue against your bottom lip, begging for permission. Your lips parted, sighing as his tongue slipped past them and moved languidly against your own tongue.

Your arms went around his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss, making him groan against your mouth. “Did you mean it earlier?” He whispered, breaking the kiss to look at you through heavy hooded eyes. “When you said you couldn’t marry Ben because he’s not me?”

You nodded, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. “Yes,” you answered.

“It’s always been you San. I’ve never wanted anyone but you.”

San let out a groan, pulling you back in for another kiss.

Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he pinned you against the side of the pool, both hands holding you up. You gasped against his lips as you felt his cloth covered hard length rut against your lace covered core. His lips kissed across your cheek before brushing against your ear.

“I want you so bad,” he murmured, his breath hot and heavy against your wet skin.

He grinded against you again, groaning in your ear.

A sudden bright light filled the area and you both quickly looked to see one of the flood lights had come on. “Shit,” San cursed, pushing you towards the ladder.

“Go, go!”

You climbed the slippery ladder as quickly as you could, hurrying over to your clothes as San followed, snatching his own stuff and leading you to the gate as the back door of the house slid open and a deep booming voice threatened to call the police as you both darted out the gate and through the park in just your underwear. San ducked behind the jungle gym, pulling you under with him.

The two of you waited for a moment, listening but could only hear the sound of your own heavy breathing. You placed your hand over your chest feeling the pounding of your heart. San, who had his eyes on you, suddenly burst into quiet laughter. You turned to look at him.

“What is so funny?” You demanded incredulously. “We almost got caught!”

“We did get caught,” San answered. “But wasn’t that a rush?”

You glared at him as he started to pull on his clothes. You quickly started to dress as well, pulling on your dress and trying to ignore the feeling of San’s eyes on you. You were pulling on your shoes when San finally poked his head out of your hiding spot and looked around.

“I think we’re okay,” he whispered, leaning back in to look at you as you tied your apron back on. “Come on,” he said, nodding his head and stepping out from under the jungle gym. You followed hesitantly, looking around before finally stepping out and standing up straight.

“Can we agree to never do that again?” You whispered, brushing your skirt off.

San turned to face you, one of his hands moving to your waist as he backed you up against the jungle gym, his face inches from yours. He rested his other hand against the hard plastic structure.

“Don’t tell me that wasn’t exciting,” he said softly, moving the hand on your waist up to take your chin gently. “Getting caught skinny dipping in a strangers pool isn’t exciting, San,” you whispered as his thumb moved, brushing over your bottom lip.

“It’s reckless.”

You let out a tiny gasp as San pushed himself into you, his erection pressing against your thigh. “I didn’t mean the pool part,” he whispered, leaning in and brushing his lips against yours. “San,” you murmured, your hands grabbing his jacket.

“Yes?” He hummed, nuzzling his nose against yours.

You hesitated, uncertain if you should continue.

It had always been like this, a game of push and pull when it came to you and San. You’d push for more and he’d always pull away. He’d push you to try new things and you’d pull away. Quite frankly, you were getting sick of it.

It was time to change things.

Your hands tightened on his jacket, pulling him even closer.

“I—”

Your words failed you as San stared at you, lights from the city behind you shining over his face, reflecting in his eyes like stars. “Yes?” he asked, a smile threatening to spread across his face. Instead of answering him, you decided action was the best course to take and reached up, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him into a kiss.

San responded immediately, one arm moving to wrap around your waist, holding you steady while the other moved into your hair, lips parting and deepening the kiss. You moaned, the sound muffled by his mouth as he greedily swallowed the sound. You only broke apart needing air but as soon as you gasped down a couple breaths, San’s lips were back on yours, his hand moving down to your hip.

His hand moved around, grabbing your ass before moving down to lift your thigh to his waist. “Wait,” you mumbled, breaking the kiss. San gave you a perplexed look, certain he’d done something wrong.

But when you replied “not here,” he took your hand, leading you over to his bike. You put the helmet back on and climbed on before he started the engine and backed up a couple feet.

Once in gear, he pulled out of the space and turned the bike around, heading onto the street and followed your instruction to your apartment. The ride only took a few minutes and soon he was pulling into the alley between your building and the butcher shop next door.

San turned the engine off and put the kickstand down before getting off and helping you up. You removed the helmet and decided to bring it with you up to your apartment rather than leave it with the bike.

You had just reached your floor when San stopped you. “Wait,” you heard him say softly. “What about…” his voice trailed off, eyes still looking at your face.

“Ben stayed at the old apartment,” you answered, knowing what he was getting at without even saying anything. “This is my apartment. I live here alone.”

San nodded, allowing you to continue down the hall. You unlocked your door, allowing San into the apartment before shutting the door behind you and locking it again. You pulled your jacket off, hanging it up as you set your keys on the kitchen island while San took a quick look around.

It was a small studio apartment, the bedroom separated by a cube shelf you probably put together yourself.

The front living room and dining room area was small with only a loveseat, coffee table, and media console. The kitchen was also small with a tiny kitchen island where your sink was. The bedroom area was where your queen size bed and desk were.

You had removed your shoes and socks and were untying your apron when San turned back around to look at you. Looking up, you were met with his heated gaze. “What?” You asked as you untied your apron and set it on the counter.

San crossed the apartment, pulling you against him, lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss. From there, it was a mess of stumbling, tugging his clothes off until you both tumbled onto your bed, San trapping you beneath him.

Along the way from the kitchen to your bed, he’d lost his jacket and shirt, leaving him in his jeans and a white tank. Your skirt had fallen up as your legs wrapped around his waist, exposing your black lace panties.

You let out a moan as San leaned in, kissing up your neck as he rolled his hips against yours, grinding his erection into your soaked panties.

“Fuck,” you heard him hiss.

“I should have done this a long time ago,” San groaned, lips moving across your cheek. “San,” you gasped as his hips rolled against yours, pressing his hard cock against your core. “Say that again,” San whispered in your ear, grinding into you again.

“Say my name like that again, baby.”

You moaned, his name slipping out as he rutted against you again. His movements sped up, grinding against you repeatedly. “S-Sannie,” you whimpered, one hand moving to his shoulder as the other gripped the hair at the nape of his neck tightly. San groaned into your neck as his head fell.

“Oh god, that’s even better,” he grunted.

Whines and mewls left your lips as San continued to grind against you, grunting into your neck until you finally spoke up, your voice a little more hoarse than you intended.

“S-San,” you tried to catch his attention. When he didn’t seem to hear you, you tried again.

“San,” you said a little clearer. “Wait, wait, stop,” you continued, tapping his shoulder.

San lifted his head, stopping instantly and fixing you with a perplexed stare.

“W-what? What’s wrong?” He asked, eyes searching your face.

You reached up, cupping his cheek. “I don’t want things to go too far—”

San bowed his head with a groan. “I’m so sorry,” he started apologizing.

You shook your head as he started to push himself up. “I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions,” he continued but you sat up quickly, grabbing his arm. “No, San,” you answered. “It’s not that.”

He stared at your hand on his arm before his eyes traveled up to meet your gaze.

“You didn’t let me finish,” you added.

San relaxed in your grip as he waited for you to speak.

“I was going to say that I don’t want things to go too far before we’ve properly had a chance to explore things,” you said as you watched him, waiting for his reaction. “Explore things?” He repeated your words back to you, which you confirmed with a nod.

“What does that mean?”

Your cheeks burned but you spoke with as much confidence as you could muster.

“Explore… each other.”

San’s eyes widened as your words sank in. “Explore each other?” He parroted, his lips pulling into a smile as you nodded.

“Sorry for interrupting you!” He said excitedly as he quickly threw himself onto you, pinning you against the mattress.

You let out a giggle as he peppered kisses all over your cheeks before taking your lips in a soft kiss that quickly turned heated. “God,” he murmured, lips moving across your cheek.

“I love you so much.”

Your eyes shot open and you were met with his intense stare. His face was full of nothing but adoration as he looked down at you. Your cheeks burned under his gaze and you quickly pushed him over, rolling so you were on top of him, straddling his hips.

He looked surprised as you leaned over, pressing your lips to his. “I love you too,” you answered, squealing when he pulled you tightly against him.

“This needs to come off,” he pouted, tugging at your skirt.

“Then take it off me,” you challenged. San raised an eyebrow and was quick to sit up, wasting no time as he pushed the cheap material up and watched in awe as you finished the job, pulling the dress off with ease and tossing it to the floor.

His eyes left your face, trailing down to take in your lace bra, his hands moved carefully against your skin, up your sides to cup your breasts over the material. You ran your fingers through his hair, keeping your eyes trained on his face as he continued to explore.

He reached behind your back, glancing up once as he mumbled a simple “may I?”

You nodded, breathing heavily as he undid the clasp on your bra and just as swiftly, pulled the straps down your shoulders and discarded the item with your dress. Your cheeks burned as he saw you for the first time.

You’d dreamt about this moment more than once but now that it was happening, you were feeling many emotions all at once. Love, lust, anxiety, fear, self consciousness. Would he like what he saw? What if he didn’t?

Your concerns were quashed when San spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Have I ever told you how fucking beautiful you are?”

Your cheeks burned more as you pulled your bottom teeth between your teeth, shaking your head. San carefully took the back of your neck in one hand while cupping one of your tits with the other, the palm of his hand warm against your sensitive nipple.

“You are,” he confirmed. “So fucking beautiful,” he added as he pulled you into a kiss, lips moving against yours as he parted them, his tongue slipping into your mouth. The hand on your chest squeezed, kneading your breast gently.

San pulled back, looking up at you with glossy eyes. “Lay back for me, baby,” he murmured, voice laced with desire. You carefully leaned back until you were lying on your back, San moving to kneel between your thighs.

He took your hands, moving to pin them over your head against the mattress. His lips met your collar, peppering light kisses over your skin, up the side of your neck.

“Oh, I’m going to enjoy taking my time with you,” he whispered in your ear.

He let go of your wrists as he sat up. “Keep your hands there,” he ordered, his own hands moving to undo his pants and belt. You watched as San unzipped his jeans and pushed them down, kicking them off and tossing them off the bed.

Next to go was his tank, joining his jeans in a pile on the floor, leaving him in his underwear and the necklace he always wore. The same one you gifted him many years ago.

He leaned over, kissing your stomach before moving to slide his thumbs under your panties and as slow as possible, pulled them down, sliding them down your thighs before finally discarding them on the floor as well.

You looked up at him as his eyes raked over your body, taking in all the things he’d never seen before. He rested his hands on your knees and pushed your thighs apart, ignoring the blush that crept across your face as you watched him eye up your glistening sex.

You’d only ever been intimate with one man but it wasn’t the one you wanted and now that you had the man you truly wanted to be with here in your apartment, you were going to make the most of it.

“Like what you see?” You whispered, drawing San’s attention. He met your gaze with a smirk. “More than you know,” he admitted, leaning over to kiss you. “I just want to memorize every detail,” he mumbled against your lips.

“Take a picture,” you whispered. San pulled back to give you a shocked look. “You’re serious?” He asked, which you nodded in response to. “Yes,” you answered. “Take a picture of me. Then you can look at it whenever you want to. Remember every detail until we see each other again.”

San groaned before moving to grab his phone from his pants. He quickly unlocked the screen, opened the camera app and snapped several pictures. He set his phone aside and dove back in, pressing kisses to your chest.

“San,” you breathed, your fingers combing through his hair as his lips brushed against the soft skin of your breast. “Hmm?” He hummed in response, looking up to meet your eyes in a soft gaze.

“I want you,” you whispered. He let out a small huff, his hot breath fanning across your skin. “I want you too, baby,” he replied. “I’m just taking my time with you.”

Without giving you a chance to answer, you felt his wet tongue run over your nipple before taking it in his mouth, making you moan loudly. He was gentle but still firm, tongue swirling around the sensitive nub before suckling softly.

Another moan slipped out as you felt his fingers skimming down your stomach and between your thighs. He pressed them against your wetness, groaning against your chest as he pushed one into your waiting hole.

“So fucking wet for me already?”

You whimpered as he carefully curled his finger against your walls before adding a second, pumping them slowly as his tongue continued to swirl around and run over your nipple, fixating his attention.

“S-San,” you whined, thighs trying to clench around his waist but unable to do so. Your walls fluttered around his fingers as he fucked and stretched you open. With the addition of a third finger, your arousal was starting to seep out of your hole, spilling onto your sheets.

“Such a greedy girl,” he murmured, his voice barely louder than the wet squelching of your cunt trying to suck his fingers back in. “Can I record this?” He asked softly. You nodded instantly. “Record whatever you want,” you gasped as he curled his fingers.

San sat back, continuing to pump his fingers in and out of you as he reached over to grab his phone. He opened the camera app and pressed the record, aiming the lens between your thighs as his fingers pistoned in and out of you.

Your slick shined in the flash as he lowered the phone to get a closer shot.

“That’s it baby,” he rasped, looking up from the screen of his phone to your fucked out expression. He moved his phone to get a shot of your face before moving it back to your pussy.

“You gonna cum for me, baby?” He cooed, fingers curling inside against your sweet spot. “Y-yes,” you moaned. “M’gonna cum, Sannie.”

Your thighs trembled as your high approached but just before you toppled over the edge, San stopped, pulling his fingers from your cunt. You whined in protest as he chuckled. Making sure to record, he brought his soaked fingers to your lips.

“Open,” he ordered. You did as he asked, lips parting enough for him to shove all three fingers into your mouth. “Clean them,” he added, keeping the camera on your face as you licked and sucked his fingers clean.

“Good girl,” he cooed, pausing the recording. “Here,” he said, handing the phone to you. “I want you to record me now.”

Your cheeks burned as he kissed your lips and then scooted back to settle between your thighs.

Doing as he asked, you pushed the record button, keeping the camera pointed at him. Once he knew you were recording, San smiled mischievously at the camera as he pushed your thighs apart and leaned in, biting the inside of your thigh and making you squeal.

He let out a breathy chuckle, kissing the same spot.

“San,” you breathed out as you felt him kiss his way up the inside of your thigh, skipping over your sex as he kissed up your stomach and chest, stopping to look up at you from between the valley of your breasts.

“Say it again,” he murmured. “Say my name again. Let me hear who’s making you feel this good, baby.” You moaned in response, hand moving to card your fingers through his hair. “You are,” you whispered.

You felt him huff against your skin. “Louder baby,” he retorted. “I can’t hear you.”

“You are!” You all but shouted. San chuckled against your skin, nuzzling into your sternum. “You’re damn right,” he answered.

His lips kissed down your stomach as he settled between your thighs, shoulders brushing against your skin. “Don’t be shy,” he said softly but just loud enough for you to hear him. “Let everyone know how good I make you feel.”

Your fingers in his hair tightened as you felt his tongue run along your slit, his hands shifting to spread your folds before he dove in, immediately teasing your clit with the tip of his tongue before cautiously sucking on it, making your back arch off the mattress as you fought to keep the camera focused on him.

“So sensitive,” he mused, attacking the bundle of nerves with his tongue with short but quick licks, each time making your thighs shake until you pushed his head down, forcing his tongue back against your clit.

He didn’t seem to mind, alternating between sucking and licking, making your cheeks burn as the sound of his sinful actions filled the room. It was wet and lewd but only the two of you were around to hear it.

You felt his hands move, sliding under your backside between your ass and the sheets as he held you in place, his tongue lapping at your swollen nub. Your hand in his hair moved up your stomach to grab one of your tits, massaging slowly.

“S-San,” you gasped as his tongue moved down, prodding at your entrance. You felt his nose bump against your clit as he toyed with your hole, groaning against you at the taste of your essence. “You taste so fucking good,” he grunted before pulling your clit back between his lips, a lewd slurping sound eminating from him.

“S-San,” you whined, cheeks still burning as heat spread from your stomach and to the other parts of your body. “F-feels so good,” you moaned, your fingers in his hair combing through his dark tresses.

You let out a whimper as you felt two of his fingers circle your wet entrance before pushing teasingly into you shallowly. He flattened his tongue, moving his head as his fingers teased your entrance.

“Please S-Sannie,” you moaned, back arching off your bed, begging him for more.

Without word or warning, San’s fingers breached your walls yet again, sliding in with ease as his tongue continued its assault on your clit. He kept his fingers still for a moment before starting to slowly pump them in and out of your sopping cunt.

Your thighs tried to clench around him but he used his free hand to push one of your thighs away from his head, keeping it pinned to the bed as he ate you out, fingers continuing to gain momentum until they were almost pistoning in and out of you.

A tightness in your lower stomach started, feeling as if an elastic band was being pulled back, tension mounting and ready to snap at any second. “I’m gonna cum,” you moaned. San ceased all movement at once and you whined as he pulled his fingers from your pussy. “San!”

You pushed yourself up to look at him, resting on your elbow as you tried to continue filming. He pulled his head back with a cheeky grin. His chin and lips were coated in your arousal, eyes glazed over and pupils blown wide with lust.

“I was so close,” you whined as he wiped his chin before moving to hover over you, taking you in a searing kiss, tongue pushing past your lips and dancing against yours.

You groaned, tasting yourself of his lips and tongue before he pulled away, bringing his fingers up to your mouth. “Open,” he whispered, watching as your lips parted, taking his fingers in your mouth. “Suck,” he continued, groaning as you cleaned your juices off his fingers.

As quickly as it started, he pulled his fingers from your mouth and pulled you into a passionate kiss, pinning you under him as he fiddled with his underwear.

His lips kissed down your neck to your chest, taking one of your nipples into his mouth again, tongue swirling around the sensitive nub while one of his hands kneaded and massaged your other tit.

You moaned, fingers combing through his hair and his tongue flicked against your pert nipple.

He pulled back, blowing on your wet skin and sending a chill up your spine. His lips were back against your cheek as he made his way to your ear. “I’m gonna fuck you so good you forget there was ever anyone else,” he whispered, grinding his hard cock against your wet cunt.

“Please,” you begged, meeting the grind of his hips. “Please San.”

Letting out a growl, San took the phone from you and set it aside, not even bothering to turn the recording off before he reached between your bodies, taking himself in his hand to give his cock a couple strokes, spreading your wetness along his length before pressing the head of his cock against your entrance.

You reached up, cupping his cheek as he looked up to meet your gaze. “Do it,” you whispered. “I trust you.”

San groaned, pushing into your velvety warm walls. “Ssshiiit,” he hissed, breath fanning over the skin of your neck. “K-keep going,” you gasped, one hand moving to his shoulder, squeezing as he did just that, his cock sliding further into your pussy.

“You feel so fuckin��� good, baby,” San whined, burying his face in the crook of your neck. Your walls clenched around him, drawing another whine from his lips, muffled by your neck. “You too,” you breathed, trying to adjust to the intrusion, your thighs squeezing around his slim waist.

“Please Sannie,” you urged, squeezing his waist with your thighs, one of your heels pushing into the back of his thigh. “Please fuck me.”

San groaned, his throbbing cock twitching in your cunt. “You can’t just say things like that, baby girl,” he mumbled. “And not expect me to go fuckin’ feral on you.”

You opened your mouth to respond but moaned instead when San pulled back quickly before thrusting into you one, twice, three times, setting a steady rhythm. Your hand in his hair moved to the back of his neck as you moved your hand from his shoulder to his bicep, squeezing gently.

“Fuck,” you hissed as he hit you with a hard thrust, testing just how much you could take. “Feels good?” He asked, lifting his head to smirk down at you. “Mhm,” you hummed, thighs tightening around his waist. “So f-fucking good.”

“Say it again. Tell me how good it feels, ” San groaned, hips stuttering as your walls convulsed around his cock again. “F-feels so fucking good, San,” you repeated. “Yeah?” San asked, his voice breathless as he watched your face contorted in pleasure.

“Feels fucking good? You like the way I fuck you?” He asked, his hips pounding harder against yours, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. “You like how I fill you up?” His voice dropped in pitch, a groan threatening to escape as he tried to hold back.

You nodded, whimpering as you felt the head of his length hit the spot that had your toes curling. “You like how my cock feels in your tight little pussy?”

You gasped as San rolled his hips, making you feel every ridge, bump, and vein. “You like that, baby?” He asked breathlessly, brows furrowing in concentration as your walls gripped him tighter, like a warm hug, enticing him to bury himself inside you and never leave again.

“Yes, Sannie,” you whined, your fingers moving back into his hair, trying to find something to hold onto and keep yourself grounded in the moment. You’d always wanted San to take you for his own. You’d been in love with the man since you were teenagers. Even when he didn’t follow the same path as you.

You never stopped loving him. Even when he pushed you away, saying it was for your safety. He didn’t want you to get hurt but when he came back, wanting to spend more time and see you more, you fell even harder.

The corner of your eyes burned with unshed tears as you felt your orgasm approaching. “San,” you gasped. “M'so close.”

San nodded, keeping his eyes fixed on your face. “I know, baby,” he answered, his voice just as breathy as yours. “Me too.”

The roll of his hips switch to a more erratic thrusting, each drag of his cock against your walls pulling moan after moan from you. “Fuck,” he cursed. “Look at me,” he growled. Your eyes opened, blinking away the hot tears that threatened to spill.

You felt San’s hand cup your cheek as he held your gaze. “Tell me you love me,” he blurted out. “Tell me.” Your heart leapt into your throat, pounding just as much as before. “I-“ you hesitated. Of course you loved him, you told him earlier but now it felt so much more intimate.

Your eyes darted between his before it finally slipped out.

“I love you, San.”

He sighed heavily, pulling you into a messy kiss that was mostly tongue before pulling back, ignoring the trail of spit that connected your lips. “Tell me,” he whispered, still thrusting quickly into you, cock ramming your cunt with renewed vigor. “Tell me you’re mine,” he continued.

You moaned, your hand moving to grab his wrist as your orgasm loomed over your head. “I’m yours,” you whimpered. “Only yours.”

San growled, burying his face in your neck as he chased his high, yours already crashing over you like ocean waves. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” San moaned against your skin. “M'gonna cum.”

“Cum inside me,” you gasped, keeping your thighs tight around his waist so he couldn’t pull away. “Fill me up and make me yours completely, San.” San growled into your neck, thrusting a few more times before he came with a groan, hips continuing to fuck you as he relased inside you, filling your cunt with his hot load.

His hips slowed to a stop until he collapsed on top of you. “Holy shit,” he gasped as you combed your fingers through his sweaty hair. San turned his head to look at you, finding you already looking at him with a dazed smile.

“What?” he asked, lifting his head to look at you properly.

“I love you so much,” you murmured, moving your hand to pull his face towards yours, pressing your lips against his forehead. “Yah,” he whined, cheeks turning peach as he tried to hide his face in your neck. “I’m supposed to kiss your forehead,” he mumbled. “Not the other way around.”

You giggled as he pushed himself up to look down at your smiling face.

His eyes darted to the side, noticing the phone with the camera still open, recording the ceiling. “Whoops,” he said, grabbing the device and pressing the stop button. You’d also completely forgotten about the phone until he brought it up.

“Did it record everything?” You asked as he set the device on the nightstand. He nodded, looking back down at you. “Yeah,” he answered softly before he took your lips in a slow, passionate kiss, lips moving softly against each other. “I love you,” he whispered against your lips. “So much.”

You kissed him back, smiling as he leaned into your kiss. You let out a series of giggles as his hands wandered, tickling your sides before shrieking as he rolled onto his back, pulling you on top of him. San groaned as he looked up at you.

“Fuck, I should have made you ride me,” he murmured, hands moving up your sides and around to cup your chest. You leaned over to kiss him again. “We still have a couple hours,” you muttered, lips brushing against his. You felt one of his hands move up to your neck, cupping the side of it.

“Give me a bit to recover first,” he murmured, pressing multiple kisses to your lips.

“Then we can go again. We can go all night if you want to,” he added, looking up into your eyes. You placed your hand over his. “All night?” you asked, sounding hopeful and prompting San to nod in response.

“I’m yours until 400,” he added, noticing how your smile fell a fraction, the same sadness from before reaching your eyes. “And then you’ll be gone,” you whispered. San took your face in his hands. “Not forever,” he whispered, thumb stroking your cheek as tears welled up in your eyes.

“No,” he murmured, kissing you softly. “Please don’t cry, Y/N.”

You tried to hold back your tears, sobs threatening to escape your throat.

“I’ll come back for you,” he added. “I promise.”

You nodded your head as he kissed you again. “You told me you love me,” you whispered. San hummed in response, pulling you against his chest, fingers combing through your hair. “I do,” he replied.

“You promise?”

San nodded, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I promise, baby.”

“And you promise you’ll come back for me?”

San could only curse the universe for the way things worked out. If he had his way, he’d call off the whole resistance and quit it all to be with you but he was too far in. Too deep. He couldn’t do that to his crew who had become like family to him.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, he nodded once more.

“I promise,” he answered, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Because you love me?” Your voice was so soft as you slowly started to drift off.

San smiled at you as you eyes fluttered shut, fingers combing through your hair gently. He’d never loved anyone as much as he loved you. It was a bittersweet love. One that was doomed to end with heartbreak.

“Because I love you.”

It was almost a crime to leave your apartment but San knew he had no choice. Even though you looked so peaceful sleeping. Almost like an angel.

He knew he had business to attend to. He had to have the bike back to Outlaw Customs by 400 and it was just after 300. The ride back wasn’t as long but San made sure to savor every moment of it.

That was until his bike started making a weird sound.

He had just pulled into the alley when the sound started so he was able to roll the bike to the garage door and press the buzzer.

After a few moments, no doubt Yunho checking the cameras, the garage door started to open with a mechanical whirring. Yunho greeted his friend before a frown covered his features.

“Why does she sound like that?” Yunho asked as San parked the bike and cut the engine. “That’s a great question,” San answered. “It just started making it as soon as I pulled into the alley.”

Yunho pushed the garage door closing button and walked over, kneeling by the bike to inspect it. “I might need to readjust a few things,” he murmured before standing back up. “She’ll be fine for the job,” he added as San narrowed his eyes at the giant mechanic. “She better be,” San muttered.

Yunho waved his concern away. “Have I ever given you reason to doubt me?” The giant asked to which San shook his head. “Not yet,” he answered, making Yunho swear and playfully swipe at his friend.

“So, did you get everything done?” Yunho asked, not missing the sad smile that crossed San’s features. “Yeah,” the shorter man said. “Yeah I did.”

Yunho paused for a moment before placing a comforting hand on his friend’s shoulder. “If you want to talk about it—” San quickly cut him off.

“I’ll be fine,” he said quickly, pulling from Yunho’s reach. “I’ll see you later.”

Yunho nodded as San walked out the door into the main shop, nodding towards the shop owner, Nightowl, as he exited, Yunho not far behind.

“What was that all about?” Nightowl asked, looking over at Yunho who shrugged.

“I have no idea.”

The walk back was shorter than San remembered and soon the old van came into view. Wooyoung was still sitting in the driver’s seat while Cardinal sat in the passenger seat just like when San left.

Wooyoung was playing the same rhythm game on his phone while Cardinal looked through city maps. They both looked just as they had when San left but he picked up on subtle differences. Wooyoung’s hair was a little more wild and Cardinal was missing one of their shirts, left in just a tank top and pants.

San didn’t need to be a genius to know what happened in the back of the van and he begrudgingly opened the back door of the van and climbed in.

The stench of sex hung in the air and San pushed the blankets away from him as he settled down in his usual spot. “Where did you go?” Cardinal asked, peering over the seat to look at San as he removed his leather jacket and hung it on a hook next to him.

“Just out,” he answered quietly as he grabbed his tablet and started fiddling with it, ignoring the looks both Wooyoung and Cardinal threw his way. He missed the way they both exchanged worried looks with one another.

“You alright, San?” Wooyoung asked, glancing back at his friend. San said nothing but nodded.

He continued to tap on the screen while Wooyoung and Cardinal exchanged glances once more.

Part of San wishes he hadn’t come back. That he’d stayed with you in your apartment and forgotten the whole thing. Everything he’d worked for and helped set in motion. He would forget it all if it meant he could have a chance at being happy with you. But it wasn’t possible.

Not in this life.

[kpop-stories-21]

20:00

Group: ATEEZ

Pairing: Yeosang x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Rating: 18-21+

Genres, Tropes, & AUs: Non-Idol AU, Futuristic AU, Dystopian AU, Coworkers to Lovers, Smut

Content & Trigger Warnings: Undercover Rebel!Yeosang, Delivery Driver!Reader, rebellion, uprising, undercover agents, unprotected sex(wrap that shit up, kids), semi-public sex, rough sex, punishment, orgasm denial, manhandling, edging, marking

Summary: You always figured there was more to Yeosang than meets the eye, but this is not quite what you were expecting

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The back door to Blue Bird Delivery banged open, breaking the silence and causing Yeosang to look up as you rushed in, helmet askew and little hairs already escaping from the braid draped down your back.

"Sorry I'm late!" You said, smiling at Yeosang but directing your words to the boss. "My neighbor's kid thought it would be fun to hack my watch and turn off every alarm that looked even remotely important."

A couple of your coworkers snickered, but your boss nodded understandingly. "Kids can be a real pain sometimes, I know that all too well." Turning to address everyone, he continued.

"Now it's still early evening so there haven't been many orders yet, but everyone should remain ready to leave. Yeosang's friends have put in orders, but he has requested to handle them personally."

"Wouldn't it be faster and easier to split them with someone else?"

"I'd much rather deliver them myself." Yeosang said, bristling a little.

The woman who'd spoken recoiled at his tone and he was quick to backtrack.

"I apologize, I didn't mean to be rude. It's just that my friends are a bit distrustful of strangers."

The woman seemed to accept this and went back to whatever she was doing. The boss returned to his office and everyone went about their own business as Yeosang prepared to leave.

You were a bit suspicious of Yeosang suddenly. This was unusual behavior for him, usually he'd accept help gladly. Why would all of his friends make orders at the same time? What was Yeosang trying to hide?

You decided to see if you could follow him and find out what they were up to. Making your way to the back as if going for the restroom, you slipped out the back door. Peering around the corner, you watched Yeosang get on one of the company's hoverbikes and take off.

You went to the front and hopped on your personal hoverbike. Taking a company bike would be a bad idea, since they were tracked and you weren't making a delivery.

It didn't take long for you to catch sight of Yeosang, and you sped up, getting close enough to keep track of him but not so close that he realised you were following him.

His first stop was at a large warehouse on the outskirts of the city. A blue-haired man answered his knock and invited him in. You parked your bike in some bushes and snuck around the building until you were able to find a window. Peeking in, you saw Yeosang and the blue-haired man standing in front of a table absolutely loaded with all kinds of gear and weapons, most of them illegal.

They spoke in low voices, but you were able to pick out bits and pieces. Something about a train, an explosion and money. Were they part of some kind of rebellion? You weren't sure, which meant you needed to keep following him.

The next stop was to a small, Western-themed bar. Yeosang made his way up to the roof and you knew better than to follow him, so you pulled out the tiny camera drone your father had given you and sent it off.

There was a tall man seated by the edge in full cowboy regalia, a sniper gun set up beside him. There was a woman with him, but she had her back to you so you couldn't make out her face. Yeosang handed the man a takeout box, which was promptly opened to reveal extra ammo for the gun. Words were exchanged that you couldn't hear and then Yeosang was leaving. You called the drone back and returned to your bike.

The third stop brought you to a large van in a secluded little clearing. Two men stepped out, one looked like an underground fighter, the other could be his handler. You didn't see what they got, from your vantage point all you saw was Yeosang's back.

Not that I'm complaining, exactly. He's got a great ass. You thought to yourself, giggling quietly. Yeosang returned to his bike and you sobered, ready to continue following.

Next was a repair shop called Outlaw Customs. The place looked closed, but a tall male with black hair answered the door. Craning your neck you could see a shorter man just behind him, and further in the shop were the vague figures of two women. This time you could see what was being delivered, but you didn't recognize it at all.

The last stop was at a small house in a tucked away little area. A man dressed in leather took the container from Yeosang without opening it and went back inside.

After this he went back to the delivery company and you waited a beat before parking your bike and re-entering through the same back door. You were still for a moment, debating what to do, then decided it would be best to confront him about it.

Glancing around at all the eyes and ears present in the room, you approached Yeosang and quietly asked, "Can I talk to you out back for a minute?"

Expression equal parts curious and confused, Yeosang nodded and followed you out the back door into the alleyway that ran behind the building. Once you were out of earshot of the door you turned to face him.

"I didn't know you led a rebellion in your spare time."

"Oh I don't lead it, I'm just a member of-" he paused, realising you'd just caught him out.

You eye him seriously. "Please tell me you aren't always this easy to crack."

Yeosang shook his head. "No, it's just… you know how I feel about you. I can't help but want to always tell you the truth."

You nodded, figuring he'd say something like that. A revelation pops into your head just then and you look Yeosang in the eyes.

"This is why you never made a move, isn't it? You were afraid I'd get hurt if the government retaliated."

Yeosang looked down and sighed softly but said nothing. You stepped closer, placing your hands on your shoulders and causing him to look up.

"Hey listen, I'm stronger than you think. The last rebellion that failed, my dad was part of it. That's how I lost him. I have just as much cause to hate those in power as you and your friends."

"There was another rebellion?" Yeosang inquired.

You nodded. "Yes. But it was covered up, so no one was ever aware of it save for those who lost loved ones." Taking a deep breath, you continued. "I want to help you and your friends, Yeo. Dad always made sure I could protect myself should anything ever happen to him, and I've been keeping up what he taught me ever since."

Yeosang looked at you sternly as he spoke. "Alright, I'll speak to the others about it. But you have to promise me you'll be careful. I can't lose you."

His voice cracked at the end, and you saw his eyes start to glisten. Wrapping him in a tight hug you whispered, "I promise I will always come back to you, no matter what. I can't lose you either."

Leaning back a little, Yeosang looked deep into your eyes. "I love you so much, my sweet Bluejay."

Your heart soared at the words you'd been waiting to hear for so long. Coupled with the nickname he'd given you some time ago, you were sure how you were still on your feet.

Yeosang's eyes fell to your lips as you replied, "I love you too, Kang Yeosang."

At this he surged forward, wrapping you in a breathtaking kiss as your back hit the wall. When you reluctantly parted for air, his hands came up to cup your face as your foreheads pressed together.

"I'm sorry it took me so long to say it." He murmured.

You smiled softly and kissed the tip of his nose. "Don't be, I understand why you didn't. To be honest, I probably would have done the same if our places were reversed."

Yeosang smiled back, then a glint came into his eyes. "Now, about you sneaking around and spying on me without my permission. I think that calls for a punishment, don't you?"

Heat pooled between your thighs as his hands slid down your body to rest at your hips. “S-Should we go back to my place, or yours?”

Yeosang just chuckled. “I think this is as good a place as any.”

You gaped at him, protests forming on your tongue, but his lips met yours again and all complaints fled your mind as his tongue slipped in to tangle with yours. Your hands came up to rest against his chest, fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt to ground yourself.

He broke the kiss to nip at the shell of your ear, sending a shiver of delight down your spine. "Tell me the minute you become uncomfortable and I won't hesitate to stop."

"P-Promise." You stuttered as Yeosang began mouthing over your collarbones.

His hands made quick work of the button on your jeans, sliding them and your panties down to your knees in one smooth motion. His thumb found your clit immediately, rubbing it in fast circles as your body heated up rapidly.

"Fuck, Yeo, gonna make me c-"

"Hold it." He cut off your words briskly, voice deepened with lust. The command alone nearly had you cumming, but you were determined to be good for him. "This is supposed to be a punishment, remember?"

He removed his hand from your pussy and gripped your thighs, veins appearing on his arms as he did so. Bracing your back against the brick wall of the alley, you hiked your legs up to wrap around his waist. His clothed cock pressed against you and you moaned, nails digging into his shoulders as you struggled to hold back your orgasm.

"Gonna fuck you till you forget everything but my name, make sure everyone inside knows who you belong to."

"Oh God, please! Make me yours Yeosang!"

"You asked so nicely, how can I not give you what you want?"

After yanking his pants and boxers down with one hand, Yeosang dragged two fingers through your sopping heat and used your own arousal to coat his dick. Once ready, he thrust all the way to the hilt without warning, punching a gasping moan out of you.

He set a rough pace, bringing you to the edge twice more but each time backing off. You had been reduced to an incoherent mess, half-phrases and sounds of pleasure all your mind had the forethought to produce.

Teeth nipped your skin at the juncture between neck and shoulder, leaving behind a sizeable hickey as he came up to kiss you deeply.

"You've taken your punishment so well, I think you deserve to be rewarded." He began pounding into you for the last time, lips brushing your ear as he spoke. "You can cum now, little Bluejay."

The effect was instantaneous, your high crashing over you like a tsunami. Your body seized up, twitching and shaking from the intensity as a loud cry left you. You tightened around him, bringing him to his own edge as he buried himself deep inside you, stuffing you full of his cum.

When you had both calmed a bit, Yeosang helped you slip your clothes back on, then dressed himself.

"That was fun."

You laughed, kissing his cheek as you took his hand in yours. "Yes, it was."

There were bright smiles on both your faces as you stepped back into the building. Things would be different from now on, but it would be okay because you would face them with Yeosang beside you.

[sanjoongie]

03:32am k.s.t ~ Outlaw Customs

My timestamp for the Operation Outlaw: Before the Boom Collab

🔧Summary: the eve before the big heist, you can't sleep and neither can Yunho. The two of you meet in the garage to fix some vehicles and perhaps fix your futures as well 🔧Pairing: Mechanic Outlaw! Yunho x Shop Owner Mechanic! Reader (f) 🔧Genre: cyberpunk au, futuristic western au, coworkers to lovers 🔧Word Count: 2,990 🔧Rating: 18+ MDNI, smut 🔧Warnings: public sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, filming while having sex, fingering (f receiving), penetrative sex with a barrier, finger sucking, f and m orgasm 🔧Dedication: @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland my hardworking beta readers 💞 🔧Fic Vibes, Song Choice: Chase Atlantic, Slow Down

🔧↜02:22 | Masterlist | 04:44 ↝

You sat up from your room above your shop, sighing as you swung your feet to the side of the bed. You had been tossing and turning since you tried to get some sleep but it just wasn’t happening. The big heist was tomorrow, and even though your role in the gang didn’t allow you to be implicitly involved in the actual heist, you were still worried.

Well, there was only one thing to do if you weren’t going to sleep, and that was work in the shop. So you threw on a jumpsuit, not bothering to wear anything underneath it because who was going to be down there at the time it was?

The joke was on you because the lights were on down in the shop and you had a sneaky suspicion you knew exactly who was working.

“Yun…ho?” You said in a tentative voice.

An echo of metal being hit and dark curses met your ears and then Yunho wheeled out from underneath the cop car that had been sitting in your shop for a while now. Yunho pursed his lips, slightly glaring at you from the under car roller he was laying on. “What are you doing here?”

You crossed your arms under your chest. “Do you forget this is my shop?”

Yunho rolled back under the cop car. “I know it’s your shop, but why are you here?”

“I can’t sleep,” You admitted. Your eyes found a familiar bike, one with a red and black paint job and cherry decals. That man really did have a thing for his childhood best friend. “Why is San’s bike out in front in the shop instead of in the back?”

“He said it was making some weird noises. I checked it out already. Should be good to go now,” Yunho informed you from under the car still.

You made your way over and started to use your mechanics eye to see if everything was indeed good to go. You walked over to the toolbox Yunho was using, grabbed a wrench and then started to tighten a few nuts.

Yunho cursed again from under the cop car and wheeled himself back out. He sat up and let out a scoff. “Are you really double checking my work?!”

“Yeah,” You confirmed under your breath, “I’m the actual licensed mechanic here, Yunho.”

“Just because I didn’t go to school doesn’t mean you know better than me,” Yunho protested. The creak of the cart indicated that he was getting up now.

“I should check your bike before you leave too,” You said absentmindedly, “These nuts need way more tightening, I think I’ll grab the auto-rachet instead--”

You did not finish your sentence, as Yunho grabbed your upper arm and yanked you upwards, your wrench clanging loudly as it fell to the floor. The stare in his eyes was cold and emotionless. “Don’t go anywhere near my bike.”

You sighed and rolled your eyes. “Yunho, don’t pull this toxic masculinity shit on me.”

Yunho laughed under his breath, smirking with one side of his lips, anger radiating off of him. “You just don’t get it, do you?”

Jongho stepped out from the office in the back, and upon seeing you and Yunho, rubbed his face tiredly. “Can you guys fuck already? I’m tired of walking through the sexual tension every time you two are in the same room together.”

You and Yunho both sent hard glares Jongho’s way. The younger outlaw threw up both of his hands in a sign of giving up. “Alright, alright, forget I said anything. I’m heading to the academy to see Raven. I’ll see you tomorrow, Yunho. G’night, Owl.”

Ever since Raven went undercover at the academy, you hadn't seen as much of her as you’d like. You knew she was a part of the heist tomorrow and you worried for her, along with the other undercover operatives. 

The heavy door to the shop closed and it knocked you out of your head. Yunho was still glowering at you. “Can I help you?” You intoned.

“Yes, in fact,” Yunho said before slamming his lips down on yours.

His kiss was angry and rushed, full of teeth and tongue and you were so in shock that you did nothing but let him kiss you. It took you a few minutes of glorious kissing before you hit his chest to tell him to stop. Yunho released your lips, but his were now red and he was breathing heavily.

“Was that good enough or do you have notes on how I could improve my kissing as well?” He demanded.

You were at a loss for words. You still couldn't process what happened. Yunho… kissed you? You shook your head a little. “I’m just going to go back to fixing San’s bike if you don’t mind,” you said faintly.

Yunho growled and you found yourself pushed up against San’s bike, the bottom of your ass nudging the seat of San’s bike. “I do mind.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Yunho--” 

“Do you enjoy taking me down a peg every chance I get? Did my kiss do nothing to you?” Yunho demanded.

You swallowed but found that there was no moisture in your mouth. “What are you talking about?”

Yunho rolled his eyes in annoyance. “Seriously?”

“All I care about is that San’s bike is okay for tomorrow, the same as yours. If they are making noises, that could jeopardize the heist!”

Yunho shook his head. “Are you even listening to me? Stop being so dense.”

Being called stupid was the line for you. You knocked his hands off of you. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you replied coolly.

Yunho let out a noise of frustration. “Nightowl!”

"Yunho, what do you want from me?" You cried out.

Yunho ran a hand through his hair and it was only then that you realized he had a smudge on his cheek. You smiled and that was your downfall. Yunho took that as condescending and grew cold with anger again. 

"I want you to acknowledge me."

"Yunho, you do wonderful work in my shop, otherwise I wouldn't let you work here, cover or not."

"No." Yunho nudged his body between your legs, prompting all your weight to sit back on San's bike, legs spreading for the outlaw. "Let me kiss you again."

Goosebumps covered your skin and you pressed your lips together subconsciously. "Why?!"

Yunho frowned desperately. "I know I'm just an outlaw. I know I have nothing to offer you. All I can do is work on this damn cop car for you because for some reason you're fixated on it. But on the hot days when you can't pay for the aircon and you walk around here in your tank top and your jumpsuit hanging off your hips." Yunho rubbed his lips together. "You drive me wild."

You swallowed loudly. "Yunho, it's literally hours before you're about to pull off a very important heist. Isn't there some kinda unspoken rule that you don't fuck before a job?"

Yunho laughed, throwing his head back and then groaning in frustration. "Don't be cute!"

You smiled painfully. "I'm not Yunho, seriously, what is this?"

Yunho's shoulders drooped. "This is me shooting my shot. You know I can't show up at the shop when the government building blows up and we rescue those kids. This will be the first place they look for me and the second place they look for Jongho." Yunho frowned in concern, "They're going to come here and raid the place. Are you sure you'll be okay?"

You put a sugary sweet voice on full blast. "Why, Officer, I had no idea! I just fix the bikes. Are my fees all paid up?" You laughed, "I've done this before, Yunho."

Yunho pursed his lip to the side of his cheek. "Is that all you heard?"

"Yunho…"

Yunho dropped to your feet and angrily picked up the wrench you had dropped there. He made to stand back up but you moved forward without his firm body holding you up and his head ended up in between your boobs. The two of you froze, neither knowing what to do.

"Owl?" Yunho said, muffled between your chest. Moving his chin, he pressed the zipper against your skin and you gasped.

"Just--don't move!!" 

Yunho fidgeted and the wrench he had in his hands rubbed against your folds through your jumpsuit and boyshorts. You whimpered and Yunho moaned at the noise. 

Everything was falling apart.

You yanked Yunho's head back, hand deep in his hair. He was looking up at you with his big brown eyes like his heart was in your hands. "Please? Let me have this before I don't get to see you for months."

"My room's not far," You allowed.

Yunho stood up, wrench still in hand and pushed up your chin so that you looked solely at him. "I don't want to fuck you in your room."

"Then where…?" Your eyes shot down to San's bike. "Yunho, no!"

Yunho laughed under his breath. "Not San's bike!" You sighed in relief until he said, "On the cop car!"

"Fuck," You cursed.

That's how you found yourself without a jumpsuit, or underwear for that matter, legs spread on the hood of the old cop car that had been sitting in your shop for ages. Yunho was still in his jumpsuit, legs spread behind yours, body almost draping over yours so that he could spread your lower lips and play with your cunt. Two of his fingers worked in and out of you slowly.

When he pulled his other hand away, you were so focused on the way Yunho's fingers worked you, that you had no clue what unhinged actions Yunho was planning. "Owl, open your eyes."

You blinked owlishly through your glasses and then gasped. "Yunho!"

Yunho used the remote controlled drone that you used to get closeups of the inside of vehicles to film himself fucking you with his fingers. The projector launched the image to the back of the garage door. You had a full view of just how wrecked you were for Yunho right now. "See how good your pussy takes my fingers?" Yunho said in a low voice in your ear. 

You looked away, "This is ridiculous."

Yunho dropped the remote control but the drone remained hovering and filming. He turned your head back towards the screen. He pressed two fingers into your mouth and you sucked on them with a groan. Shit. "So sweet for me," Yunho murmured, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

You whined in embarrassment and lust. This was truly absurd and a complete role reversal. 

"Your holes are stuffed with my fingers and you need more?" Yunho raised an eyebrow that you could see through the drone. 

Your back arched with Yunho slid a third finger into your sopping hole. "You take me so fucking well," Yunho purred, sounding beyond satisfied with how things were turning out. "You might be ready for my cock soon."

You made a noise of distress so Yunho pulled his fingers out of your mouth so you could speak. "Might be?" You said with an incredulous cry.

Yunho chuckled. "I'm big, sweetheart. I'm just looking out for you."

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as Yunho started to move those three fingers inside of you. "Fuck, Yunho, fuck!" Your hips twitched to his rhythm, wanting more, searching for what amount of pleasure he was doling out.

"Don't hold back, tell me everything," Yunho demanded.

"Feels so good," You whimpered, "You're stretching me. Fucking fingers…Yu-yun!" You whined his name.

"You need something, sweetheart?" Yunho asked, a tiny smirk pulling at his lips again.

"Need…you…" You panted in between his fingers thrusting against your sweet spot.

Yunho jerked his head, "I dunno, you sure you're ready? Don't you think you should come first?"

You shook your head in rapid succession. "No. I'll fall asleep. It'll take me completely out."

Yunho let his head fall back again in a groan. "Stop being so cute!"

It didn't take long to switch positions. Your back was now on the hood, arms held out to brace yourself from sliding up. Yunho stood in front of the cop car, jumpsuit unzipped all the way, his chains and the zipper framing his chiseled body. Your legs were straight, pressed together, and both feet near Yunho's head on his left side. His cock was pushing its way into you, slowly but surely. He had been biting down on his lip the entire time, fighting with his own desire to be inside you in one quick thrust. 

"Yu-yunho," You attempted to claw your way back to some sort of coherency. "It's okay. I like it rough. Just go. Please."

Yunho moaned. "You're so tight though. I feel like I'm going to split you in half."

You groaned in return at his words. "If only."

With one arm around your legs, and the other gripping your hip, he was full hilt in one fluid movement and you cried out at the sensation of him filling you completely. "Fuck. Yunho."

Normal words were gone once Yunho started an intense rhythm that had his pelvis muscles slapping the back of your legs. You were simply a mess of whimpers as you took everything Yunho had to give you. But Yunho wasn't fairing that better himself.

"Fu-fuck," he began to stutter, "This pussy is so fucking tight, you keep squeezing down on me and--" He groaned, "Fuck, just like that, shit, sweetheart!"

"Mmmm, Yun," You cried, "So good, you feel so good in me. So deep. Keep hitting the end of me. I can't--" You swallowed and moaned, "I wanna come," You pouted.

"I know sweetheart, I--fuck," Yunho slowed his pace and you watched his adam's apple bob. "You gotta come soon. I don't think I can last much longer."

"Yuyu," You whimpered and Yunho slammed into you sloppily, hitting the end of you as well.

"Stop. Being. So. Fucking. Cute." Yunho said between thrusts. 

You fall apart for him, breasts thrusted into the air and his name on your lips. Your denied orgasm from previously only helped the intensity of this one. You felt your cunt convulse around Yunho’s length and then Yunho held himself inside of you as he released his cum into the condom. Your pussy milked him for all he was worth and then he let out a sigh of relief.

“Been wanting to do that since Hongjoong convinced you two open back up this shop,” Yunho admitted.

When you didn’t respond immediately, Yunho let your legs go down gently, pulling out. He tied the condom off and winced when he threw it and it did NOT make the garbage can. “Are you okay?”

You pulled yourself out of your thoughts. “Hmm? Oh, yeah, I’m fine.”

Yunho’s eyes remained on you as you searched for your jumpsuit to put it back on. “You don’t seem fine.”

You laughed mirthlessly. “I’m not about to trauma dump on you, Yunho, you’ve got your mind on bigger things now.”

Yunho quietly walked over to where you were hugging yourself and tugged your arms down so he could hug you to his chest. “You gonna tell me about the cop car or what?”

You stiffened in his embrace. He had hit the nail right on the head. “Yunho… are you sure?”

Yunho held your hands and walked backwards until you were both back in front of the cop car where he had just ruined you. “I’m sure.”

You sighed heavily but didn’t pull your hands out of his. “My dad was a crook. There’s a precinct close and the cops used to bring their cars to the shop to get fixed. My dad used to do anything and everything for them. They’d exchange money, words, drugs, whatever you could think, my dad used this shop as a front for that. He got caught. He died during a prison uprising. I was a straight and proper mechanic at the time. I had learned everything from my dad but didn’t want to be a crook like him. But when Hongjoong found me sometime after the prison uprising, asking me if I wouldn’t open this shop back and use it the same way my dad did…” Yunho pulled you tighter to his body, chin on top of your head, for support. “...I hated the world and the government for everything. They turn a blind eye for the most part and then suddenly they’re all ‘the law is the law’ and people’s lives get ruined. So I ultimately decided to join and help Hongjoong. The car is the last remnant of my dad. He was fixing it when the government came for him. I can’t for the life of me bring it to the junkyard, so I keep working on it, thinking we might use it in a future heist to fuck some shit up.”

Yunho pulled away, eyes scanning your face, before ultimately cupping your cheek with one hand. “I’ll mention it to Hongjoong.”

You shook your head adamantly. “It’s fine, really Yunho.”

His eyes became soft and you found that you couldn't meet them anymore. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what, sweetheart?’ Yunho murmured.

“Like you might just fall in love with me.”

Yunho smiled gently. “Too late for that.”

You smacked Yunho’s chest. “You’re about to be gone for months and that’s how you confess?!” You shouted.

A bashful grin replaced his gentle smile. “I’ll make it up to you when I’m back.”

You rolled your eyes. “How are you going to one up yourself? You already fucked me on the cop car.”

Yunho poked his cheek with his tongue. “Oh, I can think of a few ways to get your engine revved up.”

You wrinkled your nose at him. “Ew, Yunho.”

Yunho threw back his head and laughed wholeheartedly.

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›› Pairing : Sniper! Song Mingi x Spotter! F! Reader

›› Summary : After you keep denying your own feelings towards the man, in whose arms you always end up in every night, some circumstances take place making both of you give in

›› Genre : Smut, slight angst, fluff, thriller.

›› Trope : FWB to Lovers AU

›› Content includes : Confession, passionate but rough sex, cursing (lots and lots of it), Switch! Mingi, Switch! Reader, FWB with feelings involved.

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Mingi finally sets his sniper down and takes a seat next to the table. His hands trace the hard metal while his mind wanders off to other places as he thinks about the plan. You sigh to yourself before walking to the corner a little to get something to eat for yourselves and the fact that man climbs up to the roof goes unnoticed by you. Yeosang makes his way towards the man seated, Mingi's eyes travel to him before wandering down to his hands which held out the take out box. He grabs the box instantly and opens it to reveal the extra ammo which was for the gun he had to put to use. A few words get exchanged between the men before they nod to each other as Yeosang walks away.

Your breathing gets heavier and your eyebrows knit together. You gasp in your sleep, not having any consciousness about your surroundings. Your skin heats up as a bead of sweat rolls down your forehead. Soon little whimpers escape from you and your breathing gets noticeably heavier. Mingi, who had come back from dropping off his bike at the nightowl's shop now shifts through his positions in front of the huge shelf of rifles and huge machinery guns. His hands clutched onto a big one, and the way he slid the weapon from the slot on the shelf made loud noise erupt through the room. Your restless movements definitely go unnoticed by the innocent man while your eyebrows furrow and you let out a low groan.

Your drenched panties are pushed to the side, your pussy out visible for him. Your juices flow down his thick cock making a mess on both of your thighs. "Min, want you to show me how much you love me, p-please, tell me you love me, Song Mingi, d-do you love me?" The man under you growls and grunts loudly, you were too drawn to his restless trails to notice the way his pair of eyes looked at you with so much warmth. His dick throbs in between your warm inner walls and his hands come up to grasp your chin and make you look at him.

There, you finally noticed the shining stars in his small eyes, holding so much more love than you can imagine. Your heart swells up in happiness when his plumpy lips envelope yours ever so softly. His thrusts are slow paced and deep, while his kisses tell you thousands of unspoken confessions of his love for you. You could feel the way your heart pounded against your chest when he pulls away seconds later although his thrusts do not halt. "I love you so much, Y/n, so much you don't even know. But I'm gonna show it to you, now, tonight."

Your hands move down your body, your shirt sticks to your skin cause of the sweat. You whimper loudly, you could feel your throat going dry from the little moans and whimpers which escaped from you. Mingi doesn't quite catch any of your needy movements yet, as he innocently moves around to find the best rifle for his practice for the day. Your fingers inch towards the wet patch on your shorts, brushing over it slightly. You finally press down on your clit, still not yet having gained your consciousness.

Mingi's large hands grasp your hips, moving you on his cock slowly. His hot breath falls on your lips, his upper lip brushing over yours. "Do you?" Your shivering eyes meet his, you swiftly look away. While your hands grip onto his shirt softly as you wait for him to continue. But you are answered with a soft kiss that's placed on your lips, and your eyes wander back to his again. "So much, so much that I'll let you do anything you wish to me. I love you so so much, Y/n"

Your thighs rub against each other in need of pleasure while you grip onto the sheets tightly. You could feel the sweat dripping down your forehead, and before you knew it, you muttered out loudly "I-I love you Mingi, so s-so much." Your voice was shaky yet so clear to Mingi, who stands in the corner wondering what just happened. He isn't able to believe his ears as he moves towards your bed slowly. He is just inches away from your bed when your eyes shoot open followed by your long loud breaths.

You raise yourself instantly, not noticing the shocked Mingi by your side who had his eyes widened. You slowly face him, and a soft gasp escapes your lips when your eyes meet his widened ones. "I'm- I- did you-" "You love me?" Mingi asks as he takes closer steps towards you. And just as you lift your head up, his face is inches away from you. "W-What?" His large hands come up to caress your chin, his eyes travel down to your lips before wandering back to your eyes.

"Do you love me?" His eyes darken slightly, staring into your quivering ones. You stay silent, your eyes travel down as you lower your head yet again. But a gasp swiftly escapes from you when Mingi hovers over you, his body covered in leader coats and pants hovers over yours. "Tell me, now." Your breath hitches slightly and you gulp down, after taking a deep breath you finally respond with, "Y-Yes, I kno-" Before you can continue your sentence, Mingi interrupts you by smashing his lips onto yours. He pulls away from you seconds later, making you look up at him in confusion.

"That's all I needed to know." Saying that, his lips are back onto yours, moving against yours with roughness. Your hands slightly push on his chest as you pull away from the kiss, your eyebrows furrowed. "What do you mean?" Mingi shoots you his usual soft smile yet again, "I mean, that I have fallen deeply in love with you, that I wanted nothing but us to happen."

"W-What?" You feel your breath hitch at the end, but Mingi just leans down to peck your lips softly. "All those nights where we ended up in each other's beds, in each other's arms, fucking relentlessly without any thoughts but hope that we don't catch feelings, did you really think I will not end catching hard feelings for you? Did you expect me to not completely fall in love with who you are, Y/n?" You're left speechless at the end of his sentence, you just stare at him, a tiny tear pricks at the corner of your eye. "I-I love you so much, Song Mingi" Saying that, you pull him down for a kiss, connecting your lips yet again, but this time both of you having no willing intention of ending this kiss.

Your hands travel to his shoulders, hastily trying to push his overcoat off. Mingi helps you in the action by pulling off his overcoat completely and unbuttoning his leather inner shirt. And Soon in minutes, he was shirtless, hovering over you completely, hips connected to yours in a never ending kiss. Pulling away, Mingi places his hands around your waist, caressing your sides slowly while his plumpy lips trail down. His hands creep upwards, sliding beneath your top. You squeak lowly when his hands hastily pull off the thin material off your body.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner? Why did you hide your feelings from me?" Mingi speaks next to your ear, his hands not halting their movements as they make their way to your back to unclip your bra. "B-Because, I was the one who forbade us to get our feelings involved." And within minutes, you push him onto his back, and your legs straddle his thighs slowly. Your hands caress his bare chest softly, your eyes slowly dart towards his eyes, "Let me make it up to you. Let me make it up for everything, Min." His large hands move to grip your hips, making you slowly grind down on his bulge while your lips attach themselves to his nipples.

You move back and forth on his lap, your clothed cunt grinds over his boner at a slow pace. "I've wanted to do so many things to you, Min. So many things which involve us to not give a fuck about getting too close. I wanna show you how much I love you." You whisper against his soft skin, your emotions and pure passionate love bleeds through your words.

Both of your attention is snapped towards the timer which goes off making Mingi groan out loud, as he reaches out for his cell. "Lemme get this, I need to check in with Hongjoong Hyung." He mutters out in annoyance before connecting to the captain. "Hyung, check-ins, Me and Koa are all set and ready" You could hear Hongjoong's husky voice from the other side, "How's Koa? Sparrow was asking about all the women." Your hands trail down on their own, caressing Mingi's cock over the clothes slowly while he slightly chokes on his words. "Y-yes, yeah she's all f-fine"

He speaks nervously while his excited eyes watch your actions curiously. "Why are you stuttering?" Hearing that, Mingi quickly clears his throat and answers quickly in order to hang up soon. "Yeah nothing hyung, we're all fine." Saying that he hangs up on the cell and places it back to its place before letting the moan finally escape his throat. You groan slightly before unzipping his pants faster than ever, pulling his cock out. His dick sprung out, almost slapping his abdomen as he stands tall in front of your eyes. Your tongue darts out to wet your lips while your eyes stare in admiration.

Heat creeps up Mingi's neck slowly, "S-Stop staring like that" Your hands move up his thighs to wrap around his cock softly, "How can I not when you got such a pretty cock?" You whisper against the skin of his thighs. Your lips kiss up his wet cock slowly, and your tongue darts out to lick the red tip of his cock softly. Mingi whimpers under his breath, and his hand comes down to entangle with your hair strands. "D-Don't tease Y/n." Mingi demands as a series of groans leave his throat when you lower down on his cock. Your cheeks instantly hollow around his length, giving his base a hard suck.

Mingi instantly tugs at your hair harshly almost making you gag around his cock. Your mouth constricts around him and your eyes roll back when you feel his cock hit the back of your throat. "F-Fuck, always so tight and warm for me" His hips lift up high, as he thrusts into your mouth. Tears prick at your eyes slightly while you try and not gag around him. Mingi throws his head back in pleasure, his cock twitching in pleasure against your throat walls. "Fuck fuck fuck, so tight, I could fuck your throat all day." His hips continue thrusting into your mouth, you couldn't help but moan loudly around his length, sending vibrations up his spine.

His cock twitches hard before hot ropes of cum is shot down your throat while Mingi moans loudly. Your eyes widen slightly at the feeling of your mouth being full, drops of cum slip out of the corner of your mouth as you try not to spill. Mingi swiftly pulls himself out of you, a trail of saliva connects your lips with the tip of his cock making him groan loudly at the sight. "Fuck so hot, get on my lap, now" He orders making you scramble before seating yourself on top of his thighs, straddling him. His hands control your hips, as he makes your wet pussy slide over his cock slowly. Your eyes trail downwards and you place your hands on top of his chest gently as you let him move your body like he wishes.

"Look at me, Y/n. I want you to look at me while I fuck you tonight, I want to see those eyes sparkle for me, I hope you know how much I love you." Your eyes wander back to his slowly, and you soon find yourself getting lost in his. You could feel yourself falling for him all over again. Your whimpers turn into low whines, and your movements get needier and more desperate. Mingi chuckles to himself a little, as he leans down to kiss your nose. "You're so beautiful and pretty, and you're so perfect for me Y/n, I love you so so much."

Your breath hitches a little, you slowly take the initiative to slide yourself down onto his cock making him grop your ass while series of curses escape his mouth. "I.... I wanted us to be like this, I wanted to be able to look at your eyes while you fucked me, not to have you facing my back. I wanted to have you kiss, and love me.... Take care of me. I wanted all of this" Your almost cut off by the end of your sentence when Mingi flips both of your sweaty bodies around so he can hover over you. "I'm gonna do all of it, tonight baby, look into my eyes forever, and we'll get lost in the rhythm of our love and lose ourselves."

You could feel the way your heart melts at his words, you can't help but pull him down for a kiss. You moan into the kiss when his hips thrust into you softly, moving into you at a slow pace. You could feel the way your heart burned for each other and the red hot desire between got both your minds hazy. Soon in a few seconds, Mingi is rutting into you as your kiss gets rougher and rougher. Your hands tug at his hair slightly while you moan into the kiss together. The grip of his hands on your hips gets stronger as he's rutting into you relentlessly. You could almost feel yourself clenching around him as you get closer and closer to your high. The wet dream you had minutes ago wasn't really helping in your sensitivity.

Your hands grasp onto his shoulders, while Mingi pistons his cock into you. You clench hard around him, marking him groan out loud, "Baby, if you keep clenching around me like that, I'm gonna cum soon." You are barely able to respond when you tug at his harshly one last time before releasing yourself all around him. Mingi lets out a series of curses, while he soon follows you behind as he bottoms out into you. His hips don't halt their movements till all of his cum is painted against your inner walls. Both of you pant loudly in exhaustion as Mingi falls onto his back slowly.

His soft eyes look at you, as a giggle is erupted through the room, "That was....-" "Fucking amazing" You chuckle as you complete his sentence.

Mingi fixes his leather gloves, before fixing his overcoat quickly. He lets out a loud sigh, as he mentally prepares himself for the day. "You got this, my sniper" Your voice from behind makes him turn back instantly, the smile on your face makes him mirror you instantly. He wraps his arms around your waist softly, and leans down to kiss your lips. "And you got my back, Koa." His words make your smiles widen, oh how much did you love this man.

[thelonelyworldbuilder]

The Lonely Worldbuilder Club Volume I: Vicaria

Welcome to the Hazard Desert, a dusty valley of steam-powered gunslingers, vicious capitalist overlords and all the humble folk in between. This, is my steampunk/western setting, set mainly in a great big dusty valley known as the Great Vicarian Dust Bowl, or colloquially as the Hazard Desert. Vicaria is the greater nation that the Hazard Desert sits in, but realistically there's not much else to the nation. Or, at least not much more important to the nation, for one reason only, the steam crystal. The steam crystal is formed from the highly compressed steam that bursts out of geysers deep under the red sands of the Hazard. These crystals, have very interesting uses, namely their tendency to ignite quite easily, creating a burst of steam. So, these crystals have used in the manufacturing of weapons, revolvers, repeaters, rifles, pistols, shotguns as well as vehicles such as the monowheel: a single-wheeled steam-powered bike, the steam balloon: an enhanced hot air balloon, and much later in their use, to raise a city into the sky. Valve, the capital of Vicaria, soars over the desert. A set of colossal steam vents below the city jet out huge vaporous clouds of steam into the sky. It looks like a steampunk version Attilan, the inhuman city from Marvel (just search the name up and look at image's you'll know what I mean). In order for Valve to continue its flight over the desert, it requires fuel. A constant stream of steam crystals, which come from the many mining towns of the desert. So, Valve circuits the mining towns, hovering over them each for a few days per year, collecting all of the crystals mined over the previous year, before departing to the next town. One of such mining towns, is where my current D&D campaign using this setting takes place. Juggertown, what was once the premier crystal mining town, now lies as a husk of forgotten dreams of false riches. A few decades ago, the town was known as Crystal Rock, and being situated next to the crystal-rich Cogwright Mines, the mining business was booming. Especially in the middle of the Great Steam War, a civil war on the precipice of steam-combustion weapon invention, and a time where the demand for crystals was heavy. However, at the end of the war, the leftover steam-powered tanks known as juggernauts, were repurposed into mining vehicles, bringing terrifying efficiency to the mining trade as the giant drills mounted on them harvested crystals at incredible paces. So, as the constant trundling hum of juggernaut treads became a mainstay in Crystal Rock, and the rock that it was named after was drilled into extinction, the settlement garnered a new name, Juggertown. As a final part on this setting, here are some of the characters my players made. Marrow - Fighter - Gunslinger A gunslinger with a pair of mechanical arms and a very rebellious attitude towards the Valvean Government. Marrow was a former goon for the Mayor of Juggertown but had a harsh change of heart and is an anarchist against the state. Dr. Nick Copperfield - Cleric - Life Domain The former town doctor of Juggertown now relegated to backstreet operations in the shantytown tents of the town outskirts. Dr. Copperfield was outcompeted by a new pharmacy backed by the seemingly-infinite funds of a Valvean businessman that seems to have ill intentions with his business in the town. Ahusaka - Sorcerer - Storm Sorcery An outcast whose body is covered in steam-crystal growths that give him innate control over the steam that powers many contraptions in the desert. As a result of Ahu's affliction, he was raised in his village until around the age of twelve, before being cast out into the desert. Ahu was rescued by a bandit, who took Ahu back to his town and, taking pity on the boy, welcomed Ahu into his gang, raising him an outlaw.

And that's about it. If you made it this far into the post, I don't believe you, and also please ask me questions about and give me feedback on the setting. That is all, thank you and goodbye.

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Y’all, I actually did it! Meet the Outlaw!

(there’s still a lot to make for her, especially her weapons and other gear, but it’s a start)

The Outlaw

Name: Emilija Vance (ehm-eel-yah)

Origin: appx. White Oaks, NM

Age: 30

Class Role: Offense

Weapons: dual revolvers (primary), lever-action rifle (secondary), bullwhip (melee)

A New Mexico native, who hardly ever left the Badlands, Vance had up until recently been very busy enjoying a life of relative quiet and mundanity, apart from all the murder. Her father being a bit touched in the head, see, meant she had been raised isolated enough that she, from a legal standpoint, did not exist. No birth certificate, no papers, not so much as newspaper subscription. Left with a paid-off house in the middle of the desert, bills accounted for thanks to a string of favors, Vance was free to live her best life.

This, for her, largely meant terrorizing the unsavory sorts in the greater Badlands area. Obsessed with the idea of frontier justice, she provided her services not to rich and powerful clients but the common man. Whether it was hunting down an abusive husband and beating him within an inch of his miserable life, protecting a struggling family from a particularly ruthless debt collector, or stealing back the wealth of a boss who didn’t feel like paying his workers a fair share, she took them all on in exchange for practical favors and some under-the-table cash. She took special preference towards targets who thought they could escape the admittedly incompetent and corrupt local law, and prided herself on cleaning up when the so-called justice system failed. Operating somewhat anonymously out of the local saloon, a relic fittingly called “No Scum Allowed”, she made connections far and wide across the post-boom, dried-up communities of the New Mexico wastelands.

Vance has leveraged her peculiar background into making herself a formidable opponent on the battlefield. Her family were old-fashioned Western show performers by trade, and as a result she’s one of the last remaining expert whipcrackers in possibly the entire Southwest. Combined with her uncanny aim with a revolver, she’s a force at close-to-medium quarters. If all else fails, the big family rifle helps clean up the rest, although she’s honestly a terrible shot with it by comparison. She’s also deceptively strong--years of slinging a heavy leather whip will do that--and can throw a decent enough punch, although it’s rarely her first choice. Used to working alone, she leans on speed and agility, and ambushes when necessary.

Not content to rely on having years to do nothing but practice her aim, Vance bartered her soul to a demon (he’s cagey about stating his affiliation, and Vance isn’t sure if he’s the genuine satanic article or he’s made it all up for show) named Jacovy when she was around 16. In exchange for some measure of improvement to her skills (not so measured that they’d draw attention or demand a higher price), they came with the obligation to send a few wicked souls down to the black pit every now and then. Turns out demons are much less inclined to waste time with temptation when there are plenty of future victims who could just hurry up and die already. Jacovy pops up around crossroads from time to time to bother her, but she lives otherwise fairly free to enjoy the benefits of her deal.

It did have the unfortunate effect of making her more noticeable to some of the local Peculiarities one finds in the Badlands. While lack of a soul might sound like an advantage, a gaping void in the shape of where a human is supposed to be can still attract unwanted attention. Obsessed with the mysticism of the desert her whole life, Vance is well used to dealing with the strange things that come out at night to roam under the stars. She maintains that dealing with them is actually pretty simple if you keep your head. Be respectful, don’t touch what isn’t yours, mind your own business but don’t let your guard down.

It was neither a magical mishap nor a community contract that brought Vance in touch with the REDs. After “rescuing” Miss Pauling, who had stopped while passing through town at the No Scum Allowed for a well-deserved drink, from a sleazy bar-goer, Vance kept the suspicious secretary’s number and thought nothing of it before heading out to a heist job the next town over. She returned to the burned-out wreckage of her lifelong home, thirty years of her life collapsed in a charred ruin.

Incensed, she hunted down Pauling, who denied any involvement until Vance revealed the only clue she had found: the casing of a flare gun round, distinctly Mann Co. make. Vance’s friendly neighborhood arms dealer knew only one company desperate enough to regularly be buying Mann munitions: Pauling’s supposed employers, Reliable Excavation & Demolition. At gunpoint by a murderous Vance, Pauling realized she had, in fact, been responsible, though not directly. There had been a job near White Oaks that night, at a derelict industrial facility in the shadow of which had sat Vance’s home. It had to have been a stray shot from the Pyro’s gun that by some fantastically poor stroke of luck landed close enough to the old building to ignite it.

Devastated, but satisfied enough with Miss Pauling’s explanation to let her go, Vance was left with few options. Most of her money had been stashed throughout the house, and while a few things had been salvageable (she’d never been so grateful for all her paranoid father’s old lockboxes being so sturdy), she had very little left to her non-existent name. Unable to afford a new property or to restore her old one, and too dangerous a houseguest to be willing to inflict herself on any acquaintances, Vance was facing a very long and unpleasant camping trip. It stung her pride and went against every instinct that screamed in her gut, but having determined the true nature of the RED company’s work, she asked Pauling for a job. While moving into what seemed to be a mercenary frat house and taking orders sounded hardly ideal, it beat homelessness in the face of the oncoming desert winter. With the optimistic promise of decent pay and a roof over her head weighing heavily on her uncertain heart, she packed her last possessions onto her motorcycle’s trailer and drove out to the coordinates Pauling had left her...

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Hey, im sorry things have been rough for you, could you tell me about your ocs?

hey thanks :’]

and... yes always, of course! i have several so i think i’ll talk about an older one i haven’t made any posts about/answered questions about yet.

i’ve been listening to a little more of the penumbra podcast recently, which has made me think a lot about my oc, zephalie, who i could see slipping into that universe so easily. i might as well give hir a tpp (junoverse) verse or au hahaha.

zephalie torres (ze/zir) is very “i’m here for a good time, not a long time” type. as far as zir story’s worldbuilding goes, imagine art-deco dieselpunk cities on the colonized planets of venus and mars, which are experiencing a 1920s-adjacent heyday; a fake-wealth boom rife with corruption which necessitates people like zephalie to put themselves in compromising situations for the sake of survival under capitalism.

a way i’ve chosen to describe zephalie’s before is, like... think of a pre-novel young jay gatsby. except he never experiences the momentary financial freedom which enables him to own a home or host his gatsby parties. like, if jay gatsby were nonbinary and never became independent and rich, and never escaped the criminal underworld and was constantly trying to break free from that control placed upon him by organized crime. zephalie becomes a (reputable or disreputable, depending on who you ask) prohibition-style outlaw. ze performs as a dancer and lounge singer at various different mob-operated fronts and money-laundering businesses. in zir story, zephalie is constantly in conflict over the fact that ze is capital-i Important to many Important people in positions of power but ze has no importance or power over those people at all, and possesses relatively no power or importance in normal/mainstream society.

ze are very extroverted and chaotic/spontaneous and ze take a lot of robin-hood-esque risks in zir line of work even if it would spell hir doom to get caught. i associate zir heavily with the tower major arcana/tarot card, that’s where her surname ‘torres’ came from and i just. i love zir and i can’t wait to finally have my bachelor’s degree and be done with university so i can finally commit to writing about my ocs and make progress on zephalie’s story! i love my little venus-dwelling pansexual dieselpunk outlaw flapper queen

i also made a character playlist for hir here if you’re ever curious

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Happy Birth-week! Maybe the prompt motorcycles/hovercycles like a race or a getaway scene? I’ll leave the pairing up to you and the setting. :) (Lol at first I thought you were asking for short stories for your birthday and I was like “sure!” XD)

Title: The Family Business

Pairing: Gen 

Summary: The Voltron Paladins - a team of thieves, smugglers, and outlaws - are hunted by cartels, the FBI, and Shiro's father. Yeah, life isn't easy, but the team has each other. And that's all that matters.

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Shiro stepped on the clutch and shifted, sending his Dodge Charger—which he affectionally called the Black Lion—soaring through the almost empty streets of Daibazaal.

“You know this is your fault,” he said. A quick glance in the rearview mirror showed two black sedans chasing them. “You said we should take all the triggers.”

In the passenger seat, Allura typed furiously on her tablet. Dressed in a tight white and pink cold-shoulder top that cut just below her tighter-than-tight jeans, she looked more like a pop star than a high-profile thief. Her curly ponytail hit Shiro in the face when she shifted in her seat to look behind them.

“So then I am to assume you would have left the nuclear warhead triggers in the hands of not-quite-professional businessmen.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“No, you’re saying that you would have left them in the hands of nefarious criminals.”

“As opposed to non-nefarious criminals?”

Allura laughed. “Well, we aren’t exactly law-bidding citizens.”

The car wheels squealed when Shiro eased up on the accelerator, cut the wheel, and then tore down the nearest alleyway. The shadows of night wouldn’t conceal their taillights, and when the Black Lion rocketed onto the street, the sedans still clung to his bumper.

“I’m just saying that stealing a trunk-load of military grade explosives by having Lance and Keith start a fight in the middle of black-market weapons depot might not have been the best course of action.”

“Then what would have been the best course of action? Trying to steal the triggers after Zarkon used them to start World War III?”

“Of course not. I’m just saying—”

“And you know Keith and Lance weren’t acting. Lance actually did take Red for a ride the other day and put a scratch in her chassis.”

Shiro let out a heavy sigh. “Can’t you just let me live in ignorance?”

Allura laughed and leaned over to press a kiss to Shiro’s cheek. “At least they worked it out of their—Quiznak.” Allura’s tablet let out a warning beep. “Red Paladin, Blue Paladin, we’re going to need your special brand of street cleaning.”

As the Black Lion passed a main thoroughfare, two motorcycles roared to life—a red Kawasaki Ninja ZX-14R and a blue Yamaha YZF R1. The two racers wore protective jackets and helmets that matched their bikes, though the red racer’s jacket had black and yellow accents, while the blue racer’s uniform boasted red and yellow stripes. The motorcycles tore down the straightaway toward two more sedans that suddenly screeched to a halt in the middle of the street, blocking their path.

Shiro narrowed his eyes. “Does the Blue Lion have a red chassis now?”

“Yes! Keith defiled my baby!” Lance bemoaned across the team’s channel.

Keith huffed, and the Red Lion swerved to evade gunfire. “Stop whining and help me take these assholes out.”

“‘Stop whining.’” The Blue Lion hopped the sidewalk and used the streetlights as cover. “Well, if you hadn’t hurt my precious girl—”

“Your precious girl just got a new coat, something you hadn’t even bothered to—”

“Guys!” Shiro yelled, but Lance was already shifting gears. “Chill, Shiro. We’ve got this.”

Sure enough, Keith and Lance came to the middle of the street and wove between the car blockade. Two subsequent explosions sent the cars rocketing into the sky. The Black Lion poured it on then and zipped underneath the elevated cars, which eventually landed upon the chaser sedans.

“Good job, you two!” Shiro praised. “Now get to the rendezvous point ASAP and lock it down.”

“Yes, sir!” Keith’s crisp voice sounded over the connection, followed by Lance’s mocking tone once more. The twin motorcycles zoomed ahead and disappeared in the labyrinth of city streets.

Shiro could practically feel Allura’s penetrative stare give way to a self-assured smirk. “They make a good team.”

“As long as they don’t kill each other.”

“Oh, give them a bit more credit, Allura.” He waited a beat. “Keith would make it quick.”

“If Lance didn’t talk him to death first—and if that cartel doesn’t catch us.” Allura tapped on her tablet. “Green Lion, Yellow Lion, status report.”

Instead of a voice confirmation, a loud explosion echoed through the connection. Allura shot up in her seat. “Pidge! Hunk!”

A few loud hacks, followed by fits of coughing, and Pidge sucked in a deep breath. “I said not to denotate until we were a safe distance away!”

Shiro heaved a relieved sigh and heard Allura do the same.

“Oooh. I thought you said, ‘Let’s go for crème brulee,’” Hunk said between coughs.

Shiro could imagine Pidge throwing up her arms. “That doesn’t even make sense.”

“Hunk, Pidge, report,” Allura repeated, shaking her head. Shiro stepped on the gas for one final burst of speed, and the Black Lion entered the private airport.

“The facilities have been destroyed, Allura,” Hunk replied. “The rest is up to you and Shiro.”

So it was. Once Shiro spotted the Red and Blue Lions outside of a private hanger, he directed the Black Lion inside the massive area—devoid of any planes—and threw the car into park. Allura tossed him a nervous grin, which he returned, and they exited the car.

Only Keith and Lance occupied the hanger. No shelves, no airplane, no grease. Off to the side, a simple garage door lifted with eerie screeches that echoed through the empty space. Once it stopped, a rather tall man with slicked back hair, sunken eyes, and a thick chin entered the hanger between Lance and Keith. In a black suit with a purple tie, he looked like a wayward stockbroker, strides long, haughty, and loud. His eyes narrowed as he stopped before Shiro and Allura, arms spreading in a regal greeting.

“Ms. Altea. As always, a pleasure.”

“I assure you it most certainly is not,” Allura replied, manicured fingers clicking on her tablet.

Zarkon turned to Shiro without missing a beat. “Shiro, I appreciate you joining us.”

“We do agree there,” Allura snapped. “It is the only way you will survive, Zarkon.”

“Ironic, is it not? To think I am standing here with my former partner’s daughter who has taken my son as her own partner, despite knowing the history between our families.”

“Shiro isn’t a two-timing, egotistical psychopath like you,” Lance spat.

“But somehow he’s still entered the family business,” Zarkon retorted with an all-too-delighted grin.

Rather than replying, Shiro hit the car remote and popped the trunk. He lifted the back to reveal the triggers. “Here’s what you wanted from the Olkari Cartel, right?”

An amused, almost proud grin crossed his features. “I will need to inspect the merchandise.”

“Yeah, about that.” He slammed shut the trunk. “You’re not getting anywhere near these devices.”

Zarkon’s gaze was anything but tolerant. “We already agreed upon terms.”

“Yes, we did, but now I’m changing them. Ms. Altea, would you like to do the honors?”

“Thank you, Mr. Shirogane.” Allura stepped forward and handed her tablet to a suspicious-looking Zarkon. “That is a live feed from Langley, the ‘Other Matters’ subdivision, which you run.” She paused. “Ran. Our operatives Yellow Paladin and Green Paladin took care of your stronghold. Call it a retirement gift.”

“I thought we were calling it a ‘going away’ present,” Keith asked, arms crossed across his chest.

Lance giggled.

Keith rolled his eyes. “What?”

“You cannot get rid of me that easy,’” Zarkon growled. “No judge or jury in the world will convict me, not with my record. And no one will believe you—my son who became an international smuggler and his partner, the daughter of my former partner who died under investigation.”

“Yellow and Green transferred all your dark files to the Federal Bureau of Investigation before making the big kaboom,” Lance laughed. “Seriously, man? We have everything and we know everything.”

Zarkon’s thick fingers curled about the tablet. “You have to know this is futile. You can sell those triggers you stole to another foreign power. You can leave the country, hide in some remote island, and look over your shoulder for the rest of your life, but I will still find you. And I will end you.” He stared directly at Allura with demonic glee. “Just like I did your father.”

Allura didn’t even flinch. “Good luck doing that from a prison cell at Leavenworth.”

“FBI!” a booming voice echoed through the hanger. “On the ground now!”

A SWAT team stormed the front opening while a tall blond man came in from the back. He wore in a tight suit with a purple tie, dark slacks and a FBI jacket. Four female agents, all wearing similar garb to the lead agent, covered him from the entryway.

“I said on the floor, now!” the agent yelled at Zarkon.

Keith went down first, having gone through a similar situation before. Lance followed and muttered about this not being the greatest plan after all. Zarkon tried to rebuke the orders, but the familiar FBI agent—Lotor, Shiro noticed—wouldn’t have it.

Eventually, Zarkon met Shiro’s gaze once they were both handcuffed and lying face flat against the cold concrete.

“This isn’t over,” he threatened.

“Yes, it is,” Shiro insisted. “It was over the moment you decided your greed was more important than family.”

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Shiro didn’t know how long he’d been waiting in the interrogation room, though he figured he would be the last one the FBI questioned. Pidge would be the first as the youngest, followed the soft-hearted Hunk, the smooth-talking Lance, the sharp-edged Keith, and then the regal Allura, if Lotor wasn’t intimidated. Then, and only then, would Lotor pay a visit to Shiro.

When he finally did, he wore a tired but true grin. “Special Agent Shirogane. I told you to get a team you could trust to have your back when I couldn’t be there. This was not what I had in mind.”

Shiro’s handcuffs jingled as he sat back in his seat. “You don’t like my choice of team members, Special Agent Sincline?”

Lotor sighed dramatically and dropped his tablet to the table, tapping the edge and bringing up five pictures. “An X Games Motor X gold medalist who was raised by smugglers and the silver medalist with whom he does not get along. At all. A red hat hacker who isn’t even old enough to graduate high school. A chef turned motocross mechanic. Oh, and the daughter of my father’s former CIA partner, whom he killed. That’s who you decided you could trust?”

Shiro tossed Lotor a teasing smile. “Jealous?”

“Of course,” Lotor replied, crossing his arms. “We’ve had each other’s backs since forever.”

“Since we were twelve.”

“Just because we weren’t together since diapers doesn’t change the fact that we grew up together. We went to Quantico together. And now I only get to see you for clandestine meetings and the occasional coffee.”

“But it’s good coffee.”

“You’re my brother, Shiro. I’m supposed to protect you.”

Shiro knocked his shoulder against Lotor’s knee. “And you do. You handle the bureau. I handle the criminals. If I didn’t trust you with everything, this couldn’t work.”

“Do you trust them with everything?” Lotor motioned toward the blackened two-way mirror. “Not one of them said anything. Just asked for water—or in one case, iced tea. Sweetened with lemon.”

“Lance…is high maintenance,” Shiro laughed, “but in the best way.”

Lotor huffed. “He asked for it to be sent to Pidge.”

“Of course, he did.”

“And Hunk asked me to make sure Lance was given appropriate bathroom breaks, and Keith asked if Lance was gagged and then asked if he could be.”

“Sounds about right.”

“Allura, however, asked me for pictures from our teenage years.”

Shiro blinked. “…I’m not sure how I feel about that.”

“But they all asked about you.” Lotor clasped Shiro on the shoulder, firm and supportive. Lotor truly was his foundation, unwavering and firm. “I’m glad for you, Shiro. You deserve to have a family again.”

Shiro undid his handcuffs with a trick Keith taught him and reached up to cover Lotor’s hand. “I miss you, too, brother.”

“Hm.” Lotor held him a second longer than necessary, almost as if refusing to let Shiro go, but he eventually relented. A serious countenance overtook his face, and Shiro sat up straighter in response. Back to business.

“I’ve spoken with the higher-ups,” Lotor explained. “I’ll be in contact when Father goes to trial. You and your team might need to come in to testify, but right now, I suggest you find some place to lie low. Maybe a Caribbean island. A nice seaside Mexican resort. Disneyland. Stay off the radar and away from anyone Father might have worked with. Be safe.”

Shiro blinked. “That’s it?”

“That’s it. Unless you’re ready to come in from the cold.” Before Shiro could debate that question, let alone respond, Lotor flipped a switch. The two-way mirror went from black to transparent, revealing Shiro’s team on the other side. While four of his team members sat around a small table—Hunk was teaching Keith to pay some card game while Allura braided the longer strands of Pidge’s hair—Lance held a hand-drawn sign, scribbled on a yellow notepad, against the mirror.

Can we please have our Special Agent Shirogane back now?

Shiro thumbed toward the mirror. “Does he know I’m on the other side of this wall?”

Lotor’s eyes were narrowed; a look of confusion overtook his face. “How…did he get a marker and paper? That’s a monitored room. No one’s gone in there.”

Shiro simply shrugged. If his team was anything, it was resourceful.

Lotor crossed his arms and stared into the room, eyes resting upon the one person sitting on the right side of the table, talking to Hunk and Keith.

“Allura Altea. She’s…good to you?”

Shiro eyed Lotor. “Yeah. She’s my best friend. I trust her with my life.”

“But do you trust her with a picture of your teenage years?”

“I certainly can’t trust you.”

“That hurts, Brother.”

“You should have thought that before you showed Allura my awkward teenage years.”

Lotor rolled his eyes. “Don’t be so dramatic. It’s not like I showed her the pictures from comic con.”

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“So…that’s it?” Hunk asked, watching as the black, non-descript FBI vans drove away. “We help to take down a dirty counterintelligence agent—”

“And blow up part of the CIA’s own headquarters,” Keith added.

“Only the bad part,” Pidge pointed out. “We left the rest still standing.”

“Yes, but that means we must lie low for a bit.” Allura walked toward a private jet on the tarmac. “Coran has been scouting new jobs for us and believes he’s found an interesting one. Shiro, how would you feel about visiting your childhood home, if you catch my drift?”

Shiro smiled. “Tokyo’s nice this time of year.”

“Smashing!” Coran greeted, lowering the stairs to the private plane. “Come along, Paladins! I’ve stocked the plane with all your favorite snacks along with the latest episodes of Riverdale and Legends of Tomorrow.”

Lance raced up the stairs. “Score! Dibs on the couch!”

“No!” Hunk whined. “You can’t call dibs until you’re on the stairs! Everyone knows that.”

Pidge raced after them while Keith turned to Shiro. “I’ll save you a seat and a pack of gummi bears.”

“Thanks, Keith.” Shiro stopped Allura at the end of the stairs, taking her hand in his. “Hey. If you ever need to talk about anything, I’m here. You know that.”

Allura’s eyes trembled as they stared into Shiro’s. Tightening her grip, she looked away. “Thank you, Shiro. I know this mission was not easy for you, either. It must have been difficult arresting your father.”

“Yeah, well. Lotor technically arrested him, and we’ve been preparing for this day for a long time.”

“As have I, but…we’re never really ready for it, are we?”

Shiro’s heart ached, especially when he remembered the look of disdain Zarkon sent him as Lotor led him to the FBI van. However, it was nothing compared to what Allura must have felt when she received the call about her father.

“No, I guess we aren’t.”

Allura hummed. “It won’t get better. I’m not sure there is a better, but Zarkon will finally stand trial for his crimes. For that, I am grateful.”

“Me, too.” Shiro held up his phone with a picture of Allura with braces and short hair. “I’m also grateful for my new wallpaper.”

“Takashi Shirogane!” Allura’s hand shot out toward his phone, but Shiro managed to duck and head up the stairs. “Get back here! You’re going to tell me who got you that picture.”

“I’ll never give up my source.”

She caught up with him just inside the plane and playfully knocked him against the wall. “Hunk, Pidge, or your brother? It was your brother, wasn’t it?”

“It was actually Coran. He showed it to me the first time we met, along with every other baby picture he has of you.”

“Of course, he did. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have an uncle to kill – I mean, fill in with our latest job.”

Shiro smiled, knocking her on the shoulder, and then headed to take inventory. Pidge and Lance took up the long couch, already halfway through the snacks, while Hunk sat in a reclining chair just to right next to them, his lap full of delicious treats. Keith lounged upon a loveseat and left a spot open for Shiro, while the seat next to it remained empty for Allura. She’d join them in a few.

As they took the skies, Shiro wondered not for the first time why Zarkon and Honerva took him in and taught him right from wrong, just to pervert those morals themselves. But he dismissed the thought quickly as he threw an arm about Keith and pulled him close. While he would forever regret the cycle of events that brought him to the world of drag racing and smuggling, he would forever cherish the family he found there –

Shiro’s phone vibrated with a message from Lotor.

Forgive me.

The cockpit’s door swung open to reveal Allura, a bright smile upon her face, her cellphone in her hand. “You cosplayed at comic con!”

– most days.

The End

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Thanks for the prompt and birthday wishes! 

[lovehugsandcandy]

Grey Sweatpants Season (Colt x MC)

A/N:  Just a drabble. I never really understood the hype about the season and then I was getting on the subway and there was a guy walking up the stairs and boom. I understood.

Pairing: Colt x MC, ROD

Length: ~500 words

Rating: R (Suggestive. Maybe swearing?)

“Oh my god, Riya, stop! It's not a thing." Ellie hissed out the words as she edged through the shop, infinitely grateful that no one was there. 

“Oh, it is because let me tell you, when Darius wears them, I-”

"Stop! I don’t want to hear anything about you and Darius and- urgh.” Someone was making noise in the break room. It was late, almost midnight, but apparently car thieves operated on a different schedule than everyone else. “I’m here, I gotta go."

She followed the sound and stopped dead in her tracks, momentum almost making her fall off her feet.

"What's wrong with you?" Colt shot her a look, standing next to the fridge, hand clasped around a bottle of water and wearing an outfit that she had never, ever seen before.

Her mouth dropped open and words just wouldn't come.

"Ellie?" He raised his eyebrows at her, waiting.

She still couldn’t speak, throat catching around nothing as she gaped at him.

He took two steps forward, long strides making the sweatpants curve around him in a way that had to be indecent and should be outlawed. Hell, she knew that most of the things he did were outlawed but she didn’t think his attire should be added to the list.

He was still staring at her.

“I’m-” She coughed. “I’m gonna go to bed.”

Crap. Riya was right. It was a thing.

~~~~~ 

It went on for weeks. They must have been new. Colt had taken to wearing them to bed, when slumming around the garage, and one memorable occasion when they walked to Kelso’s, every step showcasing the obscene fit.

They were driving Ellie out of her mind.

Everyone knew that she was attracted to him, they had been together for months for chrissake, but she could not stop thinking about them. They were soft to the touch, fabric cloud-soft and delicate, but the cut? And the way they showcased every single part of his anatomy?

Jesus.

They had just come back from a night out, Colt joining her for an evening out with her high school friends, when he winked at her. “I’m tired. I think I’ll just change into my grey sweatpants now.”

Her heart stopped. “You knew?!?" She could feel her cheeks pinking.

“Riya told me tonight." He smirked. "I mean, you weren't able to look me in the eye for weeks. I had no idea what was going on.”

She covered her face and rubbed her eyes before facing him again. “Listen, I never would have noticed if she hadn’t gone off about grey sweatpants season.”

“I don’t mind you checking out my-”

“Shut up!” 

He deftly caught the pillow she threw at him. “I don’t mind you having dirty thoughts about me. You know I have enough about you.”

“I don’t wear anything so...” Hands flailing, she tried to think of the right word. “Indecent.”

“Grey sweatpants? Indecent? Really?”

“Really.”

“You have tons of sexy clothes, Ellie.”

She wracked her brain, coming up short. “Like what?”

“I mean, I don’t have a favorite thing that you wear.”

“You don't?” .

“I like you in anything. Everything.” He stepped closer, sly smile spreading across his lips as he linked a finger through her belt loop, pulling her closer.

“Cop out.”

“Fine.” He traced a finger up her spine. "You know what I like you in best?

"What?"

"Nothing."

And Ellie made him prove it when she wore his favorite outfit for the rest of the night.

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