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foreverindreamlandd · 3 years ago

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Bucky wanted to read her fanfictions and she always declined. So he begged and begged and begged... until she finally gives up and let him read one. 'Cause who could really say no to Bucky making puppy eyes?!

Let me know what you think about it

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Reader

WC: 1.5k (I am apparently incapable of writing a drabble)

A/N: Thank you again for another awesome request! I was basically cackling the whole time I wrote it. Want to read about how Bucky and this reader got together? Check out their origin story in my To Be Wanted series! Only warning in this one is the usual swearin’ like a sailor.

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“See, this is why I always order Thai food. I can never do it justice.” You frown over your wok, mixing the noodles around with a wooden spoon hoping it will somehow make your creation taste better.

“I’m sure it tastes great, doll.” Bucky walks up next to you and grabs a noodle, tilting his head back as he drops it into his mouth.

His eye twitches almost imperceptibly and you groan.

“It’s good,” he coughs out, trying with all of his strength to regain his composure. “I think you just went a little too hard on the chili paste. I can feel my sinuses clearing up though, which is good, right?”

You roll your eyes. “Can you check the recipe on Pinterest again? I swear I put in the right amount.”

Bucky walks over and picks up your iPad. Right as he’s scrolling to find out if you should have used 2 tablespoons or 2 teaspoons of chili paste, a notification banner pops up and he accidently taps it, opening up your Tumblr app.

Omg! This fic is amazing! The way Bucky is there to support the reader. My heart completely melted! Your Bucky stories are amazing, Y/n! <3

Above the comment is a photo of him. It’s a shot from the news where he’s helping a civilian stand up after one of the attacks made by The Red Hand.

“Uh….love? What’s this?” He holds the iPad up to you and you shift your gaze over to him.

You drop the wooden spoon into the wok as all of the blood drains from your face. You’re frozen in place for a millisecond before you pounce on Bucky to grab the device from him. He’s never seen you move so quickly and it catches him off guard.

“Bucky give me the iPad right now,” you fling your arms toward it and he pulls it away, both amused and a bit concerned by your reaction.

“Wait, what is this? Is it something I should be worried about?”

You see a flicker of panic flash in his eyes and you stop flailing. You close your eyes and let out a deep sigh.

“No, I mean, I should be concerned because if you read that I’m probably going to combust and you’re going to dump me and run for the hills.” He furrows his brows in confusion and you slowly lift up your hand. “Can I please have that back before I have a mild panic attack?”

He stares at you, trying to gauge your emotions. All he can see is panic and sadness and it breaks his heart so he instantly gives in and hands you the iPad.

“Don’t worry about it, love. I trust you.” He leans forward to give you a chaste kiss.

You let out a pained groan against his lips and Bucky is once again confused.

“Ughhhh I hate hiding things from you.” You lock your iPad so the screen goes dark. “Okay, fine, I guess this conversation is happening. Remember when we first started dating and I, uh, mentioned I used to read and write stories about….us being a couple?”

Bucky nods, trying not to reveal any emotion to you that might make you spiral into a panic, and you continue.

“Well, that was one of those stories I wrote. I stopped looking on Tumblr basically as soon as I met you because it got all weird and meta and I got super uncomfy by the idea of reading fanfics - that’s what they’re called - about my new friend/now boyfriend Bucky Barnes. And then we started dating and I was all happy and shit and I totally forgot that those fics were still out there. Obviously I haven’t written any since then because that would be weird for...many, many reasons. Someone must have found an old one and commented on it. I’ll delete it. I’ll delete all of them. I swear. I’m so sorry, Bucky. I should have been more on top of this.”

Bucky stares at you, lips pursed and you grimace, afraid of the next words that are about to come out of his mouth.

This is so weird, Y/n. How could you do this?

No wonder you didn’t date anyone before me.

Obsessed much? (Okay, he probably wouldn’t say it like that but STILL).

No, what Bucky said next was much, much worse than what you could have imagined.

“Can I read one?”

Your mouth drops. Closes. Drops again. You blink rapidly.

“I’m sorry, I just hallucinated. What?”

Bucky points to your iPad, a sly grin forming on his face. “I want to read one of your stories.”

You take a step back from him, horror stricken as you pull the iPad closer to you as if you were protecting your collector’s edition of ‘Throne of Glass.’

“Absolutely not.”

Bucky steps forward and you step back. He chuckles. “Come onnn, doll. I want to know what your fantasies were about me before we got together.” He laughs harder as the look of horror on your face grows more manic.

“Bucky, I know you’re a super soldier and could probably punch me into the sun with your metal arm, but I promise I will fight to the death before I let you read one of these fics.”

You and Bucky continue this dance of him stepping forward and you stepping back until you feel your legs make contact with your couch and you fall back into a sitting position on its arm. Bucky uses this opportunity to tower over you, his arms resting on the couch so that you’re pinned between them.

Then, he pulls out the big guns.

His gaze softens, blue eyes shining into yours. His bottom lip puffs out and he gives you the most adorable, sexiest pout you’ve seen in your whole life.

“Please, love?” He says it with a slightly higher pitch, almost like a whine and it still sounds like honey to your ears. He even nudges your nose with his like a freaking sociopath.

Damn.

You close your eyes, let out a breath, then open them back up to him. “I hate you.”

His pout turns into a boyish grin and he gives you a quick kiss. “You love me.”

You groan. “Hopefully you still love me after this, Buck. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

You stand and open up your iPad, scrolling through your masterlist and finding what used to be one of your favorite fluff pieces. You begrudgingly hand it to Bucky and he sits on the couch.

Unable to sit still during this agonizing experience, you proceed to pace around your apartment like a crazy person and resort to cleaning the inside of your microwave which you haven’t done in a few months so it’s a good thing that Bucky is reading your fic so that you could get that out of the way. You probably won’t have a boyfriend in a few minutes but at least your microwave will be spotless.

You only steal a few glances at Bucky as he reads, mortified each time as you see his eyebrows move in every possible direction. Up, down, knit together, were they criss-crossed at one point?

Finally, after what feels like the longest ten minutes of your life, Bucky lets out a soft grunt, placing the iPad down on his lap. He looks up to you and you give him a weak smile.

“Alright, let me have it, Buck. Give me your worst. Be honest. Also, I love you.”

Bucky glances down at the iPad and then back at you.

“Well, I have a few questions.”

Your right eye twitches. “Hm?”

“Now that you’ve met me, do you still think my eyes are an all-consuming storm of blue?” You groan. He grins. “Or do you think my jawline was cut from marble created by the gods?”

This time, you breathe out a laugh and you walk over to sit on his lap. You take hold of his chin.

“Bucky, I don’t think I could ever come up with the right words to describe you. The real thing is quite literally a million times better than anything I’ve ever written.”

His eyebrows raise. “That is...probably the best compliment I’ve ever gotten in my whole damn life.” He leans forward and kisses you, and you sigh into the feeling of his mouth on yours, relief flooding through you.

You pull away, eyes skeptical. “So, you’re not thinking about how you can escape and never see my crazy ass again?”

“On the contrary, love, I’m thinking about how I can convince you to buy this gorgeous green dress you apparently wore as my wedding date. The one that showed off your cleavage in a way that made Bucky’s brain melt.”

The two of you burst out laughing and you lightly shove his chest. “Sure thing, Bucko. How about I work on the dress situation and you work on ordering us Thai food so that we don’t lose our taste buds from whatever the hell I just made.”

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cuchufletapl · 2 years ago

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my tongue sounds so sweet from your mouth

For Edling Week 2022. Day 4: Study | Style | Understanding

AO3

Honestly, Ling thought, it was surprising that it had taken him seeing the notification pop up on Ed’s phone to understand what was going on with him, because in retrospective he was not being sneaky at all.

“Ah, no, sorry, I can’t hang out this afternoon,” he’d said the fourth Thursday in a row, “I’ve got to meet with my supervisor.”

Which was a rare as hell occurrence, given that Ed hated his PhD supervisor’s guts—allegedly, at least, because Ling had asked many times why he didn’t just ask for a change and he always got a grumble about how Dr Mustang was the only one out of those old fuckers that didn’t underestimate him for being only 20. Still, tsundere appreciation for his supervisor or not, he would usually avoid actual meetings with the man as if going to one too many would send him into an anger-induced coma.

Four in a month should have straight-up sent him to the grave.

“Again?”

“Yeah, you know how I’ve started doing the experiments with the particle accelerator, so I need to check with him semi-regularly. It’s a pain in the ass.”

The next week, Ed had ended up saying, in between exasperated sighs, that the meetings were an actually scheduled weekly thing now, so Thursday afternoons were a no-go now for the time being.

It had been five months since.

To be fair, Ling hadn’t asked him to hang out on a Thursday again after that, and they did see each other plenty either way, being close friends and flatmates and all that, so it had eventually slipped his mind.

But it hadn’t been the only sign.

One time, when they were walking around campus, some girl with dyed hair, at least four layers of vintage clothes on and a Penguin Books tote bag had seen Ed and stopped to say hi for a couple of minutes. Ling had never seen her before, which wasn’t particularly strange even if they both shared the same social circles. And, besides, Ed had tensed like a guitar string the second that she had approached—maybe she was an acquaintance that he didn’t like much. But what had sent him for a massive loop was the fact that she had left with a cheery “see you in class!”

“She goes to your classes?”

Ed had paused for a second. “Yes. Why?”

“She looks our age.”

He was pretty sure that he would have heard by now if there was another prodigy in their university who was doing a PhD at the age that normal people would be an undergrad.

“She’s, uh, actually way older than she seems,” he said, slowly. “It’s because of her style, you know?”

Ling had cocked his head and considered it. “Yeah, I guess. Which, speaking of, what a way to break stereotypes, huh? I would have cocked her for a Humanities student, not STEM.”

Ed had let out a bark of laughter that now Ling, with the benefit of hindsight, realised had sounded so weirdly nervous because she probably had been, in fact, a Humanities student.

Ling thought of himself as a walking lie detector and honestly it was down-right embarrassing that he hadn’t given further thought to Ed’s flimsy excuses other than “that many meetings is a bit weird, but what do I know what PhD students do” and “Ed himself is a metalhead in STEM, you can’t judge someone by their looks.”

Now that he was thinking about it, he had even gotten a glimpse of one of Ed’s writing-practice sheets once, half-hidden under a pile of folders on his desk, when they were watching a movie in his room.

(But in his defence, his brain had probably not fully registered it. For one, he was exhausted after handing in one of the big essays for his International Law module, and secondly—he was too busy trying to play it cool as Ed had ended up falling asleep on his shoulder. Ed wasn’t that skittish with physical touch, but he definitely kept to himself when it came to physical affection, so this instance of near cuddling was a rare enough occurrence that it had Ling’s already poorly contained crush doing somersaults in his chest.)

Still, genuinely, how had he not given a second thought to the fact that Ed was busier than normal and weirdly evasive when asked what he was doing? How the fuck had it been the Duolingo owl the one to finally clue him in?

Ed walked into their kitchen with his backpack ready to burst as Ling had just finished having lunch and was idly scrolling on TikTok. He left phone, keys, and jacket on the counter and started talking about some stuff his supervisor kept pestering him about as he took books upon books out of the backpack—a typical trip back from the library; Ling didn’t even need to ask “what the hell.”

Then, Ed’s phone lit up.

“You got a message.”

Ed was holding a tower of books on his hands. Ling took a moment to appreciate how his flesh arm’s muscles bulged.

“Ah, that must be my brother. He’s coming to visit and he needed me to go pick him up.” He turned towards the living room table to put the books on it. “Read it for me, will you? I’ve got my hands busy.”

Ling was already looking over the phone as he answered, and his “yeah, sure—“ got cut off as his eye caught the second notification on the lock screen, under Alphonse’s text.

“It would be a pity to lose that 93-day streak. Keep practicing Xingese today!”

He blinked and reread it, feeling his view of Edward Elric warp around this revelation. He looked up at Ed, his braid swinging slightly in front of his back as he walked, and his throat suddenly felt parched.

Ed hadn’t said anything. Even though he obviously would have benefitted from one of his closest friends being a native speaker of Xingese, he hadn’t even mentioned that he had been studying the language for at least three months, if his Duolingo streak was to be taken as a metric.

His eyes flickered down to the notification and then back up at Ed, to his profile as he perused the book on the top of the stack and thumbed his lower lip. He probably had kept it a secret for a reason and Ling’s heart burned with the possibility of why.

His lips quirked up and he huffed fondly (maybe a bit lovesick, he would admit). He’d let Ed keep playing at this, then.

“Alphonse says that he’ll be arriving at Central in half an hour,” he said, after actually reading the text notification.

“Okay, cool.” Ed looked up at him and flashed him a smile. This was completely normal, but under new knowledge Ling had to contain a flush. “Thanks.”

After that, the puzzle pieces fell into place. Ling looked it up, and their university offered Xingese classes from 4 PM to 6 PM on Thursdays. The new course for beginners had started at the start of winter term and it was now May, meaning that Ed had probably been studying Xingese for around five months—those frequent meetings with Dr Mustang had been a farce, he’d known that Ed hadn’t complained enough about it.

Although it was unlikely that Edward would be fluent enough already to understand conversation speed, he did start taking care of what he said when he called his family in front of him. Or, rather, when he called Lan Fan, because he had gushed about Ed to her more than once with him present. While it wasn’t like he didn’t flirt with him on a regular basis—he’d called him the most gorgeous man to walk this Earth several times—he was pretty sure that despite his blushing, Ed took it as friendly joke. Ling didn’t want his actual feelings to get discovered on accident because he had underestimated Ed’s Xingese level.

So when he called Lan Fan to finally let it out, he did so when Ed was in lab.

“Oh, I knew that,” she said when he finished telling her.

“… You knew?”

“He asked me to teach him a bit a few weeks before I left for my internship.” She hesitated for a second before continuing, sounding apologetic, “He made me promise not to tell you because he wanted to surprise you with it. I would’ve told you anyway but he insisted he didn’t have any bad intentions. He even mentioned something about your birthday.”

Ling’s blood roared in his veins. He wanted to get out of their flat, find Ed wherever in campus he was at the moment, and kiss him senseless. “Lan Fan, be honest. Do you think this is a platonic thing?”

She took a couple of seconds to respond. “It could be. But I don’t understand why he would keep something like this a secret for this long if it was just a friend thing.”

“Yeah.” He couldn’t feel his cheeks from how hard he was grinning. “I thought so too.”

When Ed got back that evening, he asked Ling what he was so smiley about while he set to make dinner for the both of them.

“No reason,” he answered in a sing-song voice, but he could tell that Ed knew that he was up to something.

Ling checked the time on his phone for the tenth time. It was only seven minutes past six, but he had half a mind to climb the tree that he was leaning on to get to the Xingese classroom on the second floor and see what was taking so long. A trickle of anxiety down his spine had him worried that he had gotten the wrong building, but he had triple-checked the uni website. He couldn’t be mistaken.

Around the ten-minute mark, people started coming out of the entrance. He recognised the probably-an-undergrad-Humanities-student walking out. So that was another theory confirmed.

Not too long after, Ed came out, absentmindedly adjusting his back pack on the one shoulder it was hanging from while his eyes were buried in his phone. Ling felt a thrill of excitement at the fact that he hadn’t been noticed yet.

He approached Edward carefully and silently until he was right behind him. He didn’t dare do what he wished (lower his head until it was level with Ed’s ear), because he knew that Ed’s reflexes would react faster than he’d notice that it was Ling and he’d get metal-punched in the face—he’d sparred enough times with him at the Martial Arts club to fear that.

So, he contented himself with walking a meter from him and enunciating, slowly and clearly, in Xingese, “How was your class?”

Ed turned around so fast that that his ponytail sliced the air like a whip.

His eyes seemed to bulge out of their sockets and his mouth fell open as he became rooted to the spot.

“Ling, where did you come fr—what are you—” he stammered for a few seconds, before a look of comprehension sunk into his face and he scrunched his eyes shut. “Motherfucker,” he cursed with feeling.

Ling laughed.

“Did you honestly think that you were going to keep it a secret forever?”

“Not forever, no. Just until August,” Ed sulked. Ling laughed again and he rubbed his face. “God-fucking-dammit. Did Lan Fan tell you?”

“No. It was… what was the name of the Duolingo owl again?”

Ed stared at him, pocketed his phone that still was in his hand and sighed. “Shit. Well. That’s what I get for using a fucking app for this shit.”

Ling hummed. “Well, you managed to hide it for five months, so that’s pretty impressive.”

“Eleven.”

He blinked. “Eleven?”

“I started last summer. Self-taught, though, so I didn’t get that far.” He shrugged. “The initial idea was to wish you a happy birthday in Xingese last year, but my pronunciation was absolute crap and I decided to study it for longer before, y’know.”

Nearly a year. Ling thought that he might have died.

“How far would you say that you’ve gotten now?”

Ed raised an eyebrow, some of his usual cockiness returning. “Pretty far. I scored the highest on the last test.”

Of course he had.

“So, do you think that you would understand this?”

With his heart in his throat, he pronounced the next string of Xingese words slowly and carefully. Ed frowned in confusion for a second before understanding entered his eyes and he started to flush beet red.

“I—” he started, and then huffed. He averted his eyes. “Yes,” he answered, and he didn’t get the tone quite right, but his accent was adorable nonetheless.

A laugh of joy threatened to bubble up Ling’s throat. He took the hand that was clutching the backpack strap, placed his other hand at Ed’s waist and crouched slightly to let his forehead touch against his.

This was a marvel of a moment and he wanted to savour it. His heart was beating so loud in his ears that he almost didn’t hear Ed snort as he likewise put an arm around him.

“You know, if I’d known it was this easy to get you to ask me out, I would’ve told you that I was studying Xingese ages ago.”

Ling laughed again (to tell the truth, giggled) and nuzzled his nose against Ed’s. He didn’t notice that he had closed his eyes until he heard his—now boyfriend!—hum with the intention to speak and he opened them again.

“So, uh—“ He took a breath. “Can I… kiss you?”

God, yes, Ling was going to die.

“Did they teach you to say that in your university classes?”

“No, shut up,” Ed said, and he cut off Ling’s laughter with his lips.

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migilini · 4 years ago

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Hiiii! I liked how you did the road trip one shot and was wondering if you could do a request for Charlie Gillespie where the reader and Charlie are dating but have been living in different states due to COVID and the boys do an Instagram live and the reader wants to be on the live with them and Charlie gets so excited and it’s fluffy?

So far apart - Charlie Gillespie

A/N: ofc i can! Thank you so much, hope you like it :) I will proofe read it tomorrow.

Words: 1.5k

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Tiredness was your new default state. College alone was stressful and hard enough plus it didn't help that you had to do it online from your little NY appartement that you shared with three other roommates. But you had too. You were in your last semester ever! That was motivation enough to pull through.

Currently you were trying to facetime your boyfriend Charlie. You haven't seen him in about four months but if someone would ask your roommates, they would say it felt like an eternity of you moaning and pouting about not seeing him. When COVID started, the two of you seriously debated about moving in together. However, at that time, your classes were not online yet and you couldn't move away, he also couldn't move to New York with you because he still had meetings with the JATP Cast.

You stared at your ringing phone, desperate to hear his voice. You knew that he should be awake, you had the time zones imprinted on your brain.

Sorry babe, have a meeting in 5… Will call you after okay? <3 the message that just popped up on your screen made you frown a little. You weren't mad, you just had a really awful week and missed him like crazy.

Sure thing <3 yout texted back and threw the phone onto your bed. Deciding that instead of waiting for him to call back, you could use the time usefully and start studying for your next test in two days.

It was an hour later, you were completely engrossed in the textbook, so you barely heard the ringing of your phone. Maybe a bit too quick, you tossed all your books to the ground and launched yourself on the bed to find your phone.

His pretty face filled your screen “Heyyy!” “Hello beautiful!” You two grinned at each other.

“How are--” A knocking on your door interrupted your question. “Yes?” The door opened and revealed one of your roommates Alexis with a sheepish look on her face “I’m really sorry to interrupt but Tara just broke off with her boyfriend and she needs a hug.”

You looked up at your red haired friend “She broke up with Tom?!” Alexis nodded “It's an emergency” she claimed. Charlie understood this as his clue to end the call saying a quick goodbye and a don't worry about it, when you shot him an apologetic look.

This is how it went nearly every time. Something always came up, either you were studying non-stop and he didn't want to distract you or he had actor things and meetings going on. It was truly tiring. The last time you really had the opportunity to facetime was a couple weeks ago and even then you fell asleep inert 15minutes. When Charlie accidentally lulled you to sleep with a song he's been working on.

Still the two of you made it work. Charlie had started writing you weekly letters with his perfume on it. And you being your crafty self, sent him a little care package with letters, some self made food and paintings, every now and then.

You just finished all your tests and essays for this semester and you felt free again. Taking a deep breath, you opened your bedroom window and put your school books away. Sinking down on your bed, you closed your eyes temporarily, enjoying the moment. You got up again to get yourself something to eat and a coffee. Your roommates were currently away, probably getting groceries or books at the College Library.

You mindlessly scrolled through Instagram, the sandwich you made yourself still laying next to you on the nightstand. Ever since Julie and the Phantoms released, the cast's accounts blew up like crazy and Charlie always showed you off like a queen so of course people found your page as well. You didn't mind though. Most of the people were really nice and respecting, protecting your relationship from all the not so nice guys

You just answered some DM’s, chuckling at a meme that Maddie had sent you, when you got a notification that Owen was live. Naturally you clicked on it, knowing that Charlie most likely will be in the live as well, due to the fact that he was currently at Owen’s with Jeremy.

You were one of the first ones. Owen grinned when he saw your name come up in the chat.

“Guten Morgen everybody.” You chuckled when you heard your boyfriend singing in the background, writing in the chat that Owen should say hi to Charlie. “Are all of you streaming JATP?” he asked the live audience while you nodded to yourself, your laptop open beside you. It was a bit embarrassing to admit how often you saw the show, but every time you felt lonely you watched it. It had some really cute guys in it after all.

He read the chat “Do you like watching the show you participated in? Thats a good question. Charlie, Charlie! I have a question for you.” The camera turned and it showed the canadian boy you fell in love with.

“Eh…” he said as he walked into the kitchen, Owen following close. “It was very weird at first. Guess I'm more used to it now.” he answered honestly. You weren't even listening, you just stared at your phone in trance, the light making him look so incredibly pretty.

Suddenly you got an invitation to join the live from Owen. You sat up a bit straighter and blinked a few times before accepting.

“Helloooooo!” he screamed, making you laugh. “Hi Owen. Yall are up early.”

“Yeah… you know Char. That dumb early riser.” he complained. “Yeah I feel you. Though he lets me sleep so he must love me more than he loves you.” you teased making Owen pout in a childish way.

“Charlie! Who do you love more, me or y/n?” the statement made your boyfriend laugh and for a moment your breath hitched, it was music in your ears and once again you realised how much you missed it.

“I’m really sorry bud, but definitely y/n…I want to...” Charlie just wanted to explain why when he heard your chuckling from Owen’s phone. “See told ya.” It was truly a blessing that the camera was still turned to your boyfriend, making it easy for you to see his reaction. He nearly let the fork he was holding fall out of his hand, his eyes widening while his mouth grew into a big grin. “Is that y/n?” he asked cautiously. Apparently Owen nodded, because before you knew, the camera turned and you were face to face with your boyfriend.

“Baby!” he screamed, a wide, toothy smile on his lips. “How dare you go on live with Owen but not with me!” he jokes. “How was the history test? As hard as you thought it would be?” you cut off his rambling “Hi! Nice to see you too. No, it was way harder than I expected. Let's hope for the best, I get the results sometime next week”

“I bet you killed that test baby! No, Owen you don't get the phone back… I don't care that it's your live.” The chat was freaking out over Charlie's happiness by just seeing you, talking about how they want love like that.

“Little explanation for everybody. Me and Charlie haven't really been able to facetime so were just really excited right now. Sorry if it's boring.” you explained to the chat.

“Don’t ever say that ever again.” he said in a serious tone “it's not boring.” you held your hands up in surrender. “Sorry sorry. Can I talk to Owen again? I mean he is the one who invited me.” you teased, poking your tongue out. With a pout he gave the phone back to Owen.

“Are you also streaming the show today?” he asked you. Charlie was in the background, looking at you over Owens shoulder, making silly faces. “Of course! Who do you think I am? I’ve been watching it everyday since it came out.” Owens' face fell “You're kidding… that doesn't… that doesn't seem healthy.” you shrugged “Well i don't really care. I have this massive crush on someone from the show, just can't get enough of him.”

The camera shook and a couple crunts later you were once again faced with Charlie. “I sure hope it's me or you're not allowed to wear that shirt anymore.” he pointed to the shirt you were currently wearing and that was in fact one of his.

“Not gonna tell you babe. My mouth is shut.” you winked, making him blush. “I miss you.” he blurted out with puppy eyes. “I miss you too. Can’t wait to see you.” he grinned at that excited for the surprise he had planned.

“I think i'm gonna go, let you guys actually comment on the show. I love you Charlie.” You sent him a kiss and he pretended to catch it with his free hand.

“Eww that's so cheesy.” Owen muttered from somewhere in the back.

“I love you too.”

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wastelandcth · 3 years ago

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I Hope You Think of Me

day four of #5sosweek21: ex-lovers || favorite song

summary: The picture that you paint of me looks better in your mind.

author’s notes: Michael!!! This is the first time I’ve written for him no one attack me

warnings: angst, mentions of smoking

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Michael’s phone switched off, the black screen reflecting his tired expression back onto him. His headphones, which had been playing a demo of a song that he and Luke had been working on for the past week, covered his ears and kept out the quiet chatter from the plane. His eyes burned and if he was being honest with himself, the red-eye flight wasn’t going to be granting him any sleep. His mind had been awake since early in the morning when the same phone he’d just turned off had lit up in the darkness of his room. His vision blurry and unfocused as he tried to read whatever text message you’d sent him in the early morning hours.

“I know it’s been a while but I still miss the memories of the mornings we were high.”

It had been a couple of months since the breakup. Since Michael had walked out of that club where he'd been left hurt and broken. It had been months since you’d watched him walk out and since you’d sat back and did nothing about it. It had been a mistake; one you’d realized the second the door to your apartment closed and you were left alone, listening to the sound of your friend’s laughter on the other side. It had all happened so quickly you weren’t even sure when you realized just what had happened, not even when Michael’s tear-stained face was standing in front of you as you defended them. “You’re always taking their side,” he sighed quietly, his head shaking as his sleeve soaked up his tears, “You know all they’re trying to do is break us up, they’ve always been a bunch of fake friends to you!” “Oh because your friend group is just the best, isn’t it? They’re friends with you because they want to be and not because you’re in some giant band? Fuck off Michael, maybe my friends are right. Maybe I am better off without you.” you muttered. “You know what? Maybe I am better without you too,” he sighed, standing up and running his hands through his hair, “I hope you and your great group of friends have a great time talking shit about your new ex.” And with that he was gone, slamming the door before the sound of his car starting and driving off was the last memory of Michael that you had. You’d prided yourself on believing your friends, for taking their word that they knew what was best for you and letting Michael go. It was what was best for you, sticking with the group of friends who’d never let you down and dropping the man who you were in love with. If they didn’t like him, there must’ve been a reason you weren’t seeing, too blinded by Michael to see what they saw him. But when your so-called friend group did indeed start talking badly about Michael a few days after the breakup, you realized that Michael was right. “He was just…weird,” one of them scoffed, “He was so needy and always wanting your attention!” “Yeah, and then he would just leave for weeks on end! Like why would you even think dating him was a good idea?” another one joined in as you threw back another mimosa. “I’m glad you’re single again, we can finally have our fun girl trips away without worrying about you having to keep him updated.” Brunch had gone on, with you silently sipping away and the mixture of juice and bubbles while your friend group trash-talked the man you had been in love with. You knew that they were wrong, that Michael had made you happy, and that you had thought it was insane that he’d ever want to be with you. He was sweet and caring and all those text message conversations you’d spent the past couple of days reading back had made your heart race. But no matter how wrong they were about Michael, you couldn’t bring yourself to shut them down, because what would happen if they left you too then you really would have no one. It went on for months, the constant complaints about how horrible of a person Michael allegedly was drilled into you until eventually you snapped and cut yourself off from the people around you. It had been two months since you’d told your so-called friends off, your harsh words towards them having been pent up and finally spewed out. Two months since you’d left the girl’s night with shaky hands and tears in your eyes while you tried to think of ways to apologize to Michael. It had been a month since you’d tried to call him, your heart thumping in your chest as you listened to the monotone ringing. “Hey! This is Michael, sorry I couldn’t get your call but maybe I’ll get back to you soon!” It had been three weeks since you’d seen him driving past the coffee shop you’d recently found yourself going to more often than usual. He’d gotten a new car, the one he’d taken you to see a few days before the breakup, and he looked happy as he drove away from you until a turn made him disappear from view. You’d grabbed your coffee and gone home, memories of car rides with Michael playing in your brain as you yearned for those memories to come back. It had been two weeks since you’d sat in your living room, the plush carpet under you a comfort as the room spun and your hand trailed over to find your phone. Michael’s contact picture had popped up before you could stop yourself, your fingers typing out a message that you hopes made sense despite the smoke that had filled your lungs and the fog that covered your brain. But before you could hit send, the incoming call flashed across your screen and you hesitated before picking up. “Hello?” you asked quietly. “Hey. I...you called.” Michael’s voice rang out, his voice like honey that made you want to melt. “Hi, yeah I just…” you mumbled, really wishing you weren’t high for the first time that you got to talk with him again, “I wanted to talk to you...apologize.” “Are you...are you high?” Michael asked and the frown in his voice was evident as he sighed. “Yeah, I just…it’s been a hard couple of weeks, and I…” “Maybe we should talk when you’re not high. Just...I’ll text you, okay?” his voice laced with sadness and a hint of something your brain couldn’t quite place. “Okay, I’m sorry.” It had been two days since you’d finally gotten the courage to read the message he’d sent back after your own that night, the notification sitting heavy in your pocket until once again you found yourself on the floor of your living room. Your fingers shook as they floated over the screen, finally finding the courage to click the message and letting your eyes scan through the paragraph. You’d barely finished reading the text before you were calling Michael up again and hoping that he’d answer. “Hello?” his tired voice answered, a yawn covered up as his phone moved away from his ear. “I know I’ll never meet your expectations,” you started, “And I know that I’m an idiot for listening to them and letting them say those things about you. I was just...stupid and I thought that I’d be no one without them but I miss you. I miss you so much that sometimes all I can do is think about is those mornings when we would stay in bed until we were both too hungry to keep quiet. And I know that maybe you’ll never even forgive me but I just need you to know how sorry I am.”

“I...I’ve had a lot of time to think about us, about what happened between us,” Michael mumbled after a pause, “And I think that maybe it’s better that we let things end, that maybe it’s better if all the memories we have together just stayed as memories.”

“Michael,” you whispered sadly.

“I just need to stop letting me down,” he sighed, “And we both know that whatever we had, it wasn’t meant to last more than a night.”

“I-”

“I hope you still think of me high.”

And those were the words you heard a few weeks later, playing out on the radio for everyone to hear and experience just like you did.

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Miles Between Us Chapter 2 ~Words~

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Previously in Stories She Wrote ...

Claire ignored the jest. "So you really think I should publish my story?"

Her friend nodded excitedly. "Absolutely! You should have let me read it sooner. From what I've seen so far, you have good, solid material, and I'm convinced, when I read the rest, it will not disappoint." She stood up and smiled. "Come on, in as much as I'm all fired up after reading your story, I'm famished." She got up and left the room.

Instead of moving from her position, Claire stared at her work for a few seconds and just breathed. Although Willie and Annalise were sincere with their praises, she couldn't help but still feel nervous. This next step in her life could either turn out to be huge, or it could get her mocked out of a dream career she loved.

Pushing aside her doubts and thinking of Jamie, she quickly compressed a copy of her story's file and sent it to him via email to read, hoping he would like her written work too

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WARNING: VERY EXPLICIT SEXUAL & LANGUAGE CONTENT

Jamie walked into his cottage and was greeted by his dog Rollo and cat, Adso. He tossed his keys on the dining table as he absentmindedly rubbed his pets alternately behind the ears and scrolled through his phone. He smiled. There was an email notification from Claire and a text letting him know she would be calling after dinner. After turning on his laptop, he shrugged off his jacket, placed it on the back of his chair, and then went to the kitchen to feed his companions, thinking his own dinner would have to wait, too eager to read Claire's email.

Feeling the chill, he put firewood onto the grate and set it alight, before making a mug of black tea and heading back to the dining table. Once there, instead of immediately opening his email, he stared at his desktop photo. It was of Claire, wearing nothing but his shirt and sitting cross-legged by the fireplace with a bowl of breakfast. Without conscious volition, he touched the picture on the screen and then brought his fingers against his lips. Miss you, Sassenach. Although work and obligations had filled his days, time seemed to go so painstakingly slow, his mind constantly wandering to her. It pained him not to have her by his side, but he knew it was a little sacrifice for what lay ahead of them.

Sighing, he opened the email. Please read and tell me what you think, love C, it said.

After clicking on the attachment, he extracted the content and found a file with Word documents. He enlarged the first page, skimmed through the paragraphs and realised it was Claire's work. After taking a sip of his tea, he proceeded to read from the beginning.

A few paragraphs later, he was hooked. Not because Claire wrote it, but because of the beautiful marrying of emotions with words. He was instantly captivated. How could she have downplayed her talent when she had this innate gift? She once mentioned, there were talks among her peers, that editors were just frustrated authors. Weel, not this editor! he thought. But more than the mental images her storyline evoked, it was the words that moved him. It was as if he was reading a personal confession disguised in the characters she'd created and it spoked straight to his soul. He continued to read, and when he came upon a particular plot, his eyes slightly misted.

From across the room, her gaze locked with his, and for a moment, she forgot to breathe. A live wire crackled and sparked, launching showers of tiny fireworks to light every dark recess of her weary soul.

It was always going to be like this every time she saw him, she sighed. After all these years, nothing had changed.

In their youth, she'd believed, they were bound together, not by something tangible, but by a profound, powerful connection that is ancient and older than the planets. It was as if she'd envisioned them a million times aeons ago and the stars finally heeded and arranged for their paths to cross.

It had started with a touch, a soft kiss, a subtle stirring of their souls, and as if by magic, their story began to write itself from thereon. His strength had been her protection, her heart, his shelter, and in each others' arms, they were home. For at one time, love between them had been powerful than the fate and deeper than a naked eye. But that was then, she reminded herself ...before he found out she was from another place and time. Out of this tragedy, which altered the course of her life, was the infinite curse she must bear alone. But she couldn't blame him. It was her fault.

As a tiny sob escaped her throat, a man bumped into her, jarringly breaking her reverie. Annoyed with herself for feeling weak, she straightened her spine and squared her shoulders. And as she slowly made her way over to him, she hoped and prayed her face would not betray her emotions. There comes that significant point in life when one had to choose to either turn the page, write another book or simply close it. She chose the latter.

Jamie's heart drummed, and he puffed out a lungful of air. Settling back on his seat, he rubbed a hand over his face. He had this sudden burning urge to bundle Claire's story and gift it to the world. Why has she waited this long to pursue her dream? This is bloody insane! In each of the characters, he saw her - beautifully flawed and full of heart. She wielded words in her story as if she was tearing apart her own issues and exposing her loss and regrets, the courage and honesty so palpable, it jumped right off the screen. Och, Sassenach!

He needed more time to go through the story at a leisurely pace, so he skipped a few chapters out of mere curiosity and what he read next, made his heart rate doubled.

As soon as they were alone, she grabbed at his belt, her shaking fingers tugging the zipper. She'd waited for far too long and needed him now. Dropping down to her knees, she lowered his jeans to take him fully in her mouth, feeling him throb and jerk at her touch ...oh how she'd crave for the taste of him. She was hungry, oh so hungry, to feel his most private pulse beating against her palm. Despite the urgency she was feeling, she didn't rush as she wanted to savour every moment and taste of him.

He swallowed and realised his jeans were becoming too constricted. Ah Christ! There were only so many blows to the system a man could take and what he just read sent all the blood in his brain rushing southward so fast it nearly knocked him out of commission. Who would have thought a sex scene in a romance story could affect him so much?

He read a few more excerpts from the story, and when he eventually looked at the bottom right corner of his screen, he realised it was nearly ten. He'd been so engrossed with reading, he hadn't noticed the time. Claire was supposed to call. But maybe she's fallen asleep.

Reaching for his phone, he got up, shifted the bulging discomfort in his jeans and headed for the fridge. As his screen lit up, he tapped Claire's name and waited.

"Hello?" she answered, her voice thick and muffled, causing a sudden pulsing rush of longing in his stomach. A fog of cataclysmic lust descended, increasing the weight between his legs.

"Sassenach?" He grabbed a tin of beer, popped it open with one hand and made his way to the living room. "It's me."

"I know." She yawned. "What time is it? Are you just coming home?"

"Ummm, no. I got yer email earlier." Smiling, he sat on the armchair and toed off a shoe. "I got caught up reading yer story, I forgot the time."

"A long day then. Sorry, I was supposed to call, but ...." He heard some rustling sound and then quiet.

He got his second shoe off and rested his feet on the coffee table. Right now, he wished he could teleport himself to Claire's side and slip in bed next to her. He'd wanted to come to London, but he'd been advised by Willie it was still too soon, and coming along could trigger his PTSD. Although the nightmares had stopped and he'd been following the meditation exercises Claire had told him to do, there were still times when panic attack got hold of him. They weren't as bad as before, but still, it was there lurking, ready to pounce at any time. He hadn't dared told his sister, Jenny, in case she nagged him to attend the therapy conducted by her friend Geneva. He knew what his sister was up to, and he wasn't about to fall for her matchmaking schemes.

He was just contemplating the merits of dropping everything and flying to London when he realised Claire had gone too quiet.

"Sassenach?"

"Hmmm?"

"Did ye just fall asleep on me?"

"Oh, umm, a little," she responded, utterly lacking in apology.

"Shall I let ye sleep? I can call again tomorrow."

"No!"

Relieved, he smiled. "So working too hard, I presume?"

"Yes," she mumbled. "Worked for seven hours straight. Then had too much food and wine, and too little fresh air. It made me drowsy afterwards. It's Willie's and Annalise's faults. They overfed me over dinner."

"Mmm, in as much as I appreciate why ye're doing it, I dinnae want ye to become ill because of it." He heard another yawn and imagined her long, lean body stretching, her hair all wild against the pillow and her breast bare. When he realised where his mind was wandering to, he immediately put a stop to it. Christ, get a grip! With a steel will, he extinguished his filthy thoughts. "Ye should take care more of yersel', Sassenach."

"I'm fine ...honestly."

He was unconvinced but didn't push. "By the way, I read yer story. It's bloody good. No ...correction. It's great!"

"You like it!"

"I love it. Was that a story ye wrote a while ago? Or did ye write it recently?"

"A while ago," she hummed, her words muffled as if she had a pillow over the phone.

He loved the way she sounded when sleep laced her voice.

"Hmmm, a question ...how'd ye learn to write a sex scene like that, when ..." He needed a couple of seconds to find the right words. "...when ye were a virgin before we met."

"I might have been a virgin, but I never said I was a nun."

He laughed out loud. It couldn't be helped. Though Claire could be shy at times, she always spoke her mind. "I'm sorry I didnae mean to laugh, Sassenach," he apologised when he finally sobered up. "It's just that ye wrote the sex part so vivid and graphic, it made me wonder how ye could have known the mechanics of lovemaking when ye were still a virgin at the time ye wrote that story."

"Well, I suppose I should confess ...before I met you, there might have been on a few occasions, that I had ..."

"Watched porn?"

"Yes ...but for research purposes," she said rapidly, her voice not sounding muffled anymore. She must have rolled on her back. "But what I meant to say was, I've had ...um ..." She trailed off.

He frowned. "Had what?"

"Physical contact, of course!" she replied with mild exasperation.

Something heavy rolled over in his stomach. "Excuse me?"

She sighed. "When I use to date, dates sometimes end up in making out, kissing and petting, and I sort of got the gist of what normally happens afterwards." He heard her swallow. "I -I mean nothing happened of course ...at least, not in the biblical sense anyway. W-what I'm trying to say is, before we met ... I've never made it to the Old Testament with anyone. B-but you ... you're pretty special because you and I ...well, we're almost at the Revelations."

What the hell? She was rambling, and he realised she was becoming flustered. Her attempt to calm him down using the books of the Bible for analogy put a dent on his jealousy. He puffed out a breath. "I get it. I get it. Just do me a favour, Sassenach, will ye, huh? In the future, dinnae mention physical contact with other men ever again to me even if it's no' the biblical variety. It's bad enough we're separated, and here I am missing ye loads ..."

"Sorry, but you did ask how I knew about the mechanics of ..." she stopped and then sighed. "Let's change the subject, shall we?"

"Of course." He slugged back a mouthful of beer and placed it on the coffee table, before leaning back once more on his armchair. "We were talking about yer writing. I've read a few chapters, and I'm really enjoying it. Cannae wait to read the rest."

"I'm glad. Willie and Annalise liked it too," she replied, a smile in her voice.

"I'm not surprised. Ye should have published it a long time ago. Ye have a gift, Sassenach, one that I'm verra proud of."

"Thank you. Writing does take a bit of time, and I needed a job while I was at it. I'm still glad I waited, though."

He shifted uncomfortably on his seat and paused, contemplating if ... "Are ye in the bedroom? Or did ye fall asleep on the couch?"

"In my bedroom. I couldn't stand watching a movie with Willie and Annalise when all they do is snog in front of me. So I left them to it, thinking I'll rest my eyes for a few minutes before calling you. And that's when I fell asleep." Ah, the poor thing, she must have been so tired. At least she sounded a little more alert compared to earlier. "Seeing them cuddled up like that made me miss you loads," she added, huskily, "...and think of our time together."

Ah, hell! Her voice wasn't the only thing that was alert. His cock suddenly needed a wee adjustment. Again! He unzipped his jeans, purely for ease and comfort and to give himself room for a breathing space.

"You should sleep in tomorrow and get some fresh air too," he suggested, inhaling deeply through his nose as he felt the effects of the beer, reminding him he didn't have any food in his stomach.

"Definitely, I will have a sleep in." She drank something audibly and let out a sigh. "As for that fresh air, it will depend if it's raining or not. Annalise mentioned we're in for a horrendous weather tomorrow." He heard another delicate gulp.

"What are ye wearing, Sassenach?" His words came out before he could think and put a stop to it. It sounded much more sexual than he'd intended, gruff and hoarse, his dirty mind wandering to that explicit scene he read earlier.

There was a few seconds of silence. "Why?"

"Because I want to know ...if ye're warm enough."

"I'm warm enough."

"So what are ye wearing?"

There was another moment of silence before she replied. "Oooh, I know what this is, James Fraser" she throatily laughed into his ears. "And, we are so not doing this."

"Doing what?" he groaned, this time pulling out his cock. He couldn't deny himself any longer, when this woman on the other end of the line, rained havoc to his good sense. Running a calloused hand down the length of himself, he gave his throbbing erection a nice hard squeeze. "I'm only asking solely out of concern for yer health. It's cold, and I worry ye might catch ...umm ...pneumonia." He almost laughed out loud at his lame logic.

"Pneumonia? You don't have to worry, Jamie. It's warm in the apartment, and it doesn't take much to heat a small place,," she said with a hint of amusement. "And I'm not naked ...not totally anyway."

"Oh," he gritted, fisting his cock from the base to the head, as a blow of harsh breath escaped his mouth. He felt like a depraved, desperate man, but it couldn't be helped when his cock was so achingly stiff, and he wanted relief. No amount of wanking in the shower earlier had eased his need for her. In fact, it only intensified it.

As he continued to stroke himself, the house's interior closed in around him, the sounds of fire popping doing nothing to reduce the extreme feeling of airlessness. At this moment, as far as he was concerned, they were the only two people in the whole wide world awake, right here and right now, and he would die if he didn't get any release soon.

"I'm wearing undies," she finally said.

Allelujah! His fist tightened around his hardness, moisture seeping from its head. "Ah, Sassenach," he murmured. He imagined her, stretched out on her bed, the duvet kicked off, and how she had looked in those tiny cotton knickers. "And a pyjama top?" he muttered.

"No," she sighed in sweet response, a slight shyness creeping in her next words. "I forgot to turn off the radiator before I went to bed. It's so warm I must have yanked off my top while sleeping."

"Sweet Jesus!" He stilled his hand and cupped his balls, seeing her creamy breasts in his mind's eye.

"Jamie ...what are ye doing? I mean, I think I know what you are doing. But I've never done this before," she whispered. "Maybe I should go and let you ...um ...finish your business?"

"No! Please." He closed his eyes and slumped deeper into the armchair, his feet spreading apart and his head falling back. "I need ye."

"I ...I don't know how ..."

"Sassenach." Saying his pet name for her was a mild distraction from the throbbing ache in his hand, as he swiped a thumb over the head of his erection and spread the moisture seeping out. "My cock is so rock hard, I think I might black the fuck out from wanting ye. Dinnae torture me by leaving me hanging."

Her breath hitched, and it was the most beautiful sound in his ears. "So you really are touching yourself?" she asked on a huffed breath.

"Jesus, Sassenach! Ye have nae idea, do ye? I wank every day and night to yer image in my head ...stroking so hard I can hardly breathe, thinking of our last night together ..." he swallowed with difficulty, his hand busy fisting himself. "It's so lonely without ye, and every waking moment is filled with thoughts of ye naked in my bed and every night ye haunt my dreams. What I would give to touch ye right now and plunge my cock between yer thighs."

She gasped, and he wished he could feel her hot breath on his neck. "Jamie ...I don't even know what to say ... I ...this is out of my comfort zone.."

"Touch yersel', and tell what ye're thinking," he commanded as he closed his eyes, the heels of his feet pushing against the floor and his muscles thighs tightening hard. "Have ye ever touched yersel'? Tell me."

"Before you came along, there's been no one, and you know that," she said haughtily. "Giving myself an orgasm is the only reason why I remained a virgin for so long. I call it self-service."

He let out a burst of pained laughter despite himself. "Ah, Christ, I'd love to kiss that smart-arsed mouth while taking ye hard ..."

"I like it when you ..." she cut in, and he held his breath, agonisingly waiting for her to complete the sentence. "...kiss me between the legs." He heard her voice fade a little and swishing movements. "I think of you doing that when ...um, my hand is between my thighs."

"Is yer hand between yer thighs now?"

"Y-yes ..."

"Slide yer fingers in, Sassenach. And tell me ...are ye wet?"

"Yes ..." she softly moaned.

"How wet?"

"Very."

Ah, fuck!

He always thought dirty talks were arousing, but each shy admission by Claire was too bloody erotic for words, it made the already taut and strained tether of his self-control about to snap. He uttered her name with a litany of invocations to the saints, his hips shifting against the soft of his seat and his breathing becoming heavier. "Ye ken what I'll do to ye when I get to finally see ye? I'm no' letting ye out of bed," he groaned. "I'm gonnae worship that beautiful body of yers with my mouth until my lips are branded to your skin, and yer scent embedded in mine and yer taste in my mouth. Ye still have yer fingers inside ye?"

"Yes ..."

"Now imagine it's my tongue lapping ye up."

She sobbed, a whimpering sound full of longing and his heart twisted in a knot, creating a cluster that descended down to his belly and found its way to his cock, making his balls draw higher. His exhale came out like an animalistic grunt as Claire's breathing became more shallow. She gasped out his name, a soft plea that he badly wanted so much to pacify.

"Oh, sweet Lord, I want you so much, Jamie. I miss your hands on me," she whispered, her voice enveloping him, he could almost feel her breath on his heated skin. "Please don't stop talking ..."

"Ye think I could stop, Sassenach? I'd sell my soul just to hear ye come." Something told him the cries coming from Claire's mouth would ring in his head for days to come. Broken, sweet, desperate moans, interrupted by her breath hitching. Like she was drowning, just like him. "Ye miss me touching ye, is that right? Weel, let me tell ye something," he said hoarsely. "I spend every night looking at the bloody ceiling of my bedroom, envisioning yer sweet tits bouncing like wee temptations while ye ride me on my creaky bed. It hasn't creaked the way it used to, ever since ye left. And on some nights, I would lay on my tummy and grind myself against the mattress just to hear it creak and pretend it's not the bed I'm fucking," His hand went into overdrive stroking himself, fast and relentless. "But we both know we want the real thing, don't we now?"

"Yes, yes, yes," she whispered in a husky loop.

"Jesus, so sweet, my beautiful Sassenach ..." A drumming began in his head, inflicted by the raspy sound of her voice, the way her breath became laboured when he talked dirty to her.

The pressure within him rose, and his breath came out in short, head-spinning gulps of air, his senses more heightened for knowing who the cause was for his predicament. Claire. Ah, Christ, he'd never anticipated for the possessiveness that tightened around his heart with a permanence that didn't alarm him. In fact, he'd always known, right from the beginning, she was the one for him. She was the only one who moved him to take a risk in love, to abuse his body for relief ...

"Jamie ...oh God ..."

Hissing out a wounded groan, Jamie fisted the base of his cock and pumped furiously. "I'm here, Sassenach," he whispered. "I hear ye. Always here for ye."

"I'm coming ..." she moaned. "Oh, my God ..."

His heart expanded as he listened to her, her breath shallow, his name a whisper, and he could picture her, turning and twisting against the sheets with her hand between her thighs. He was so close, it hurt. When he couldn't hold off any longer, he let go, his own orgasm coming in full force, spouting out of from his cock, seizing his body in an almost paralysing bliss. It went on forever, his seed spurting into his hand and thighs, his shouts reverberating off the walls and ceiling as the pleasure surged through him and rearranging everything in its route.

Finally spent, he slumped back on his seat, his breathing coming out in choppy waves as his chest rose and fell. After a long stretch of silence between them, he put down his phone and whipped off his shirt to clean himself up. By the time he grabbed it back and placed it against his ear, Claire's breath was calmer.

"Jamie?" There was a trace of doubt or maybe guilt in her voice.

Knowing Claire's strict Catholic upbringing in the boarding school, he didn't want her thinking what they did was wrong as it would only cheapen what they just shared. He needed to reassure her. "Sssh, Sassenach, I ken what ye're gonnae say. What happened between us was ... incredible. And ye ken, why?" He didn't wait for an answer. "Because we love each other. Ye understand?"

There was a long pause before she replied and he imagined her biting her lower lip in contemplation. "Yes," she replied eventually, her voice barely a whisper. And after waiting a few seconds more, he heard her soft snore and even breathing.

Smiling, he murmured good night and turned off the phone. He was just about to close his eyes to savour the moment when the doorbell rang, and a spooked Adso suddenly leapt onto his lap. Bloody hell! He plopped the cat down, righted his jeans and quickly got up, and as he peered through the window, he saw Mrs Fitz, the owner of the Airbnb from across the road, holding a dish in her hands.

What the ...? He opened the door. "Mrs Fitz!" The scent of freshly baked apple pie wafted from the dish she was carrying, making his stomach grumble. "It's kinda late. Is everything alright?" he asked, eyeing the aluminium covered plate.

"Aye, son," she said, frowning, her eyes bypassing him as if she was in search of something or someone. "I saw the light, and I thought ye might like a bit of pudding ...for after tea perhaps or for breakfast. Yer lass ...Miss Beauchamp, I mean Claire is not here so I thought I'd check up on ye."

Jamie thought the older woman was acting a bit odd, the way she was trying to strain her neck to look beyond him. "Oh, Claire ...I was just on the phone with her."

Both her eyebrows arched. Then the frown on her face dissipated, replaced with a relieved smile and a reddening on her plump cheeks. "Oh, of course. I thought I heard some strange sounds. Ye must have been talking to her." She pushed the dish towards him. "Very well then, now that everything seems to be in order, I must go." Without waiting for him to reply, she whirled around and hurriedly left.

As Jamie stared at her disappearing figure, it slowly dawned on him, Mrs Fitz must have heard the sound he'd made while in the throes of self-love passion. Groaning inwardly, he realised Claire's writing studio shed wasn't the only place that needed soundproofing. If Claire was going to stay with him, he needed to soundproof the whole cottage. Bloody nosy neighbours!

Dear Readers,

Thank you all for the positive feedback from the previous chapter - what a warm welcome from my readers. So chuffed reading the comments and seeing the kudos. Kudos right back at you, you wonderful lot!

I'll keep this short and sweet because I have heaps of things to do, but before I go, I'm sending you all my best wishes during this very odd times. Keep the good vibes rolling, ditched the negativity and most of all, take care of your health. Until next time ... X

#melodyheart #wonderwall #milesbetweenus #claire beauchamp #jamie fraser #ClaireBeauchamp/JamieFraser #outlanderfanfic

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katsuflossy · 4 years ago

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Misguided Spark

Pairing: Kaminari Denki x black reader

TW: Suggestive themes, some obscenities, Becky

A/n: Why do I always get inspired by Tiktoks 😭😭 but anyways I’ve been giving Mr Bakugo wayy too much attention and neglecting our shocky boy Denki. So please enjoy!!! 💕

P.S. credit to my bb @iiminibattlehero for giving me a title when my brain was pooped😣

You’ve been with Denki for two years. After joining Uravity’s agency, you’ve met the bolt of lightning that struck through your beautiful black heart (this was after many failed pickup lines and one failed date that resulted in your favorite shirt getting seared off.) Denki did nothing to conceal you, in fact, he showed you off despite your protests; the few couples photos on his Instagram told the story of your love life—not secret but it’s none of your business.

So why do his fans pair him up with every other hero?!

You would’ve understood if he was shipped with his friends and other heroes in the Big Leagues; your reputation being Uraraka’s sidekick had granted you some fame but you hadn’t reached the big pond yet.

However, his mass of fans and reporters paired him with everyone under the sun—heroes and sidekicks alike—except you. Just last week Mina nearly choked out a reporter because he trailed her during her patrol, asking what she and Chargebolt did last night. Who knew a simple drink with close friends would spread like wildfire over the news. Oh, not to mention you were there too, holding Kaminari’s hand and laying your head on his shoulder. Your brown face and body had been cut out from every magazine seen the next day. The picture of Mina and Kaminari at an older drink night resurfaced on your timeline, showing Mina slapping his back as he choke-laughed on some beer.

You didn’t tell Denki your insecurities about the whole world romanticizing him with other very pale—except for Mina’s case—heroes. You can picture his exact laugh, his hand falling on your cheek while affirming you had nothing to worry about. You’re his lovely lady forever and always.

However, tonight was a different kind of irritation.

The bedroom finally fell quiet, your steamy session released the sexual tension during today’s joint practice. Kaminari’s eyes followed your heavenly molded ass all around the gym, and your own followed his nicely sculpted back when it was angled in your peripheral view. The deed was done now. Your finger made pointless drawings on his naked chest as you laid against his stomach, looking thoughtlessly up at him and his blonde glory. Two nude bodies curled against each other in comfortable silence.

At least that was the case until your phone pinged due to a notification. Your phone glowed the Twitter symbol, the only app you used to keep up with the hero scene and news. One glance at the title and you wished you had put your phone on Do Not Disturb.

Chargebolt's with a civilian fiancee?! Read more about the Electric hero dating top American chef, Becky Gudhear, and their secret relationship.

Your lips formed a scowl at the picture. The blond female chef was entering a car as Denki held her umbrella above her head, the rain clattering against the umbrella as he smiled at the lady. Only for you to remember the next two minutes after the photo was taken; Denki snatched you up, running through the rain as both screamed in delight.

You shot up from his muscular chest, the middle of your brows creased and your brown thumb scrolled through the hashtags. Denki looked at you before going on his own phone.

Deku’s ratty shoes @noticemesemmpai: “I didn’t know Denki liked white girls *this goes completely with my fantasy*”

Ground zero’s harem girl @otakuforevaava: “Not him cheating on Mina.”

Ground zero’s harem girl #2 @lemmebiteacrumbofdatass: “@otakuforevaava Nah, he’s with Jiro. Did y’all not see when she gave him that hug?”

Your eyes darted from one ship to another, none ever mentioning you, before throwing your phone on the mattress. You swung your legs over the edge of the bed, removing yourself from its comfort to pace around the room in frustration. Denki cocked a brow at your strange behavior; you weren’t usually this upset and if you were, you’d simply just watch baby videos until you perked up. The screen glowed through the mattress despite being faced down, holding the secret of your furrowed eyebrows and sharp glare. He took up the phone, showing all the news outlets, fan mentions, and titles creating a relationship not with his black girlfriend but with some random lady that he helped out of the kindness of his heart.

“Damn, they’re really going bonkers over this one act of kindness. Is Chivalry that dead?”

“As dead as their brains are.” You grumbled out, flopping back on to the edge of the bed.

“It’ll die out in a week. Give or take.”

“Or not at all. They always come back when they spot you 6 feet from this lady, then resurface this same picture or even better crop me out and photoshop her in it!” Your outburst was met with silence and a wide-eyed, very concerned lighting wielder.

“...but it’s cool tho.”

“(Y/n)? Why didn’t you tell me this’d been hurting you?” Your gaze averted to your fingers, twiddling as your embarrassment heated your cheeks.

“I didn’t want to because I thought you’d think I was silly for thinking like that. Plus, I was the one that told you that being with a superhero like you will make me look like a whore trying to climb the ranks.”

“Silly? Baby, I nearly threw your teddy bear across the room because it was looking at your ass too much. If anything I’m the silly one.”

“You didn’t nearly throw Parker across the room, you did throw him across the room.” Two pairs of eyes went to the slumped bear at the opposite corner of the room. It’s patched tongue ratty due to the force it was a victim to.

“... And I’d do it again.” Your attempt to sigh only released the giggle in your throat as Denki continued.

“And baby? Fuck what these tabloids are saying. You’re a skillful fighter and Ochaco’s number one sidekick! If that isn’t a fine, brave, amazing woman then I don’t know what is.” Your body tingled in warmth, unable to hide the physical effects of his compliments as wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him straight on his lips.

“Thank you Denki, I really needed to hear that.”

“Oh, I’m not done yet.” He moved out of your embrace, kneeling to set his phone up on the bedside table. The lamp was used as support, showing the front camera the entirety of the room.

“Denki? What are you doing?”

“Don’t worry doll, just sit there and look pretty.” He continued to tap against the screen before a familiar symbol popped up.

Tiktok, one of Denki’s favorite apps, met your eyes as it began to start up. Denki was one of the only pro heroes on Tiktok, which garnered him 5.5 million followers, and at least a million views each video he made. He swiped and scrolled until his eyes lighted up.

“Go put on my shirt. I don’t want them seeing any parts of you only for my pleasure.” You raised an eyebrow at the request but still complied.

“Now come here, sexy.” Your footsteps hesitantly approached his side of the bed, unknowing about what scheme he made up in his brain. You stopped right where the camera couldn’t see you but you were too far for his liking, so he grabbed the plush of your thigh, pulling you close enough to bury his nose into your flesh.

“That’s more like it. You ready?”

“Denki I swear to God you better answer me. What are we doing—”

He tapped the screen, unaffected by your threat, and began to record. The beat was all too familiar before your eyes widened and your face erupted in heat. Sex Talk?!

“Aye uh...ahhh.” He wasted no time getting into character, sticking his tongue out as he winked at the camera. Your melanin-rich thigh stared back at you through the phone, making it known that the leg Denki held indeed belonged to a black person. His hand, under the shirt, kept firm on the back of your thigh to ensure that you stayed within the frame as he continued his Tiktok.

“Aye, bad bitch tastes like cherry kiwi, real big titties these double DDs.” He sings out the song, pointing to your very exposed thigh. Your face hot, the thought of this going online burned your face with not only embarrassment but also excitement. You buried your face in your hands as Denki skimmed your leg with his nose.

“Mwah…” He pressed his lips against your flesh, the epicenter sending tingling waves through your body as he looked straight up at you. His eyes twinkled with mischief as the sound ended. He grabbed the phone before you could reach it, hitting ‘post’ before you could snatch it out of his hand.

“Denki! Your PR manager is so going to kill me.” You scrolled through his phone frantically; it was already pinging with likes and comments from the video posted just 10 seconds ago.

He plucked the phone from your hands and placed it down on the table.

“Never mind that baby girl. The song said a bad bitch tastes like cherry kiwi and I suddenly forgot how that taste. Maybe I should sample you again…” Without ceasing he pressed his lips against yours, ready to start the night off again.

(H/n)’s footstool @blackshipper: @theeofficialy/n this you? *Chargebolt’s new TikTok*

Chargebolt and (h/n) sittin in a tree @comegetyalljuice: I fucking knew it! (h/n)’s living our Chargebolt fantasy.

Stream Sex Talk by Megan @kpophoebutnotondalow: If your man ain’t kissing up your thigh like Chargebolt did with (h/n), is he even your man?

Mirko’s left rabbit foot @westanMirko: Guys, that’s not @theeofficialy/n, that’s Mirko duh…

You rolled your eyes at the tweet before scrolling through the rest of them. Denki’s chest raised and lowered as he looked through his own phone. Suddenly, you received an email notification. Your eyes widened as you read its body.

“Denki! Some talk show wants us to come in and talk about our relationship. They finally recognize that I’m your partner!” He craned his neck to face you, offering a smirk at your excitement.

“Good, that’ll show Parker who you’re real man is!” The teddy bear stayed in the corner it was thrown, now laying on its side, looking solemnly at the bed.

“You’re annoying.”

“You still love me though.” A smile spanned your face as you inched closer to Denki’s. Your lips met his in a soft embrace before withdrawing.

“Yeah, I do.”

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myfeetkeepdancing · 5 years ago

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Charmed | Peter Parker x Male!Reader

Just to clarify, this is written with Peter being 18+

Requested by: @headmastermephistopheles

Request: Could I request a peter parker x a playerish stark male reader? where the reader used to have a lot of guys and girls at his feet but when he moves to his fathers place , his bold honesty and charming charisma makes peter fall hard for him like super hard. Smut if possible ! I adore peter parker and you're amazing at writing about him so thank you for all the stories!

Words: 4468

Warning: Smut

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"Captain." Extending a hand towards Steve. "Good seeing you again."

"Likewise, (Y/N)." Receiving a firm handshake in return. "You do know, you can call me Steve? Right?" Giving you a kind smile.

"I do. But I respect your rank." Giving him a salute. "And your service."

"You really do have the charm of your father." Patting you on the shoulder.

"Don't let him hear that. But thanks, Captain."

You hear him chuckle a little. "Enjoy your stay here." As he holds the door open for you. "If there's anything I can do, please do come by."

"I'll find my way. Thank you." Walking down the hall, you pass all sorts of the nametags of Avengers. The doors were quite far apart from each other. So the rooms had to be huge, you wonder. You can't help but chuckle to yourself as you walk these halls. Being Tony's son does mean having certain perks. You just seem so terribly out of place. Seeing you're far from an Avenger. No superpowers. Or special abilities. No suit of armor.

Although you've heard some things about a certain security and safety protocol. Making the chance very likely that there was a suit of armor with your name on it. But you wouldn’t jump into one out of free will. Absolutely not.

After finishing your studies. Going abroad, traveling the world, you naturally rolled into working for Stark Industries while exploring the many wonders of the world. You eventually end up here. In the Avengers tower.

A welcoming 'committee' awaited your arrival. With most of the Avengers present, you catch up with them. You've known them for almost your entire life. Growing up with Tony meant having the Avengers in the background. They were all kind and friendly to you. And you experienced the highs and lows as well. Although from the sideline. You looked up to them. To their work. Their loyalty and service to the world. An incredible burden.

With a bag slung over your shoulder, you set out for your room. Tony had everything arranged ahead. Luggage moved in. Redesigned the interior. Knowing him, he probably overdid himself again. Going complete overboard with everything. But finding the room was another thing. It's been years since you've been here. Even the tower itself had an extensive rebuild. Feeling your phone buzzing, on the verge of picking up. Your eyes spot someone at the elevator. Rocking back and forth on the heels of his foot. Eyes plastered to his phone.

"Spiderboy!" You jokingly call him, laying your hand on his shoulder.

"Wha-! Wow." He jump scares almost a feet away from you. "H-Hey!" Cracking a smile on his face as he realizes who you were. "(Y/N)"

"I'm sorry." You smiled, reaching him a hand. "You must be Peter."

"Parker… P-Peter Parker." Shaking your hand, looking at you with big eyes. "Nice meeting you."

"Likewise, Peter." Silencing your buzzing phone. "I'm (Y/N), but you already knew that." You smile. "I've heard a lot about you, Peter. Tony is ecstatic about you."

"Are you k-…? Really?!"

"Yeah, Tony’s quick with words, but slow with feelings and such. But he honestly adores you. You have to see through his jokes and sarcasm."

Peter only nods, clamping his laptop under his other arm. Readjusting the bag on his shoulder. Listening carefully to every word you say.

"Sarcasm and wittiness isn't always the right approach, you know." Both of your attention gets drawn to the lift doors closing. "Sorry, buddy, but you just missed your ride."

"It's fine. Don't worry." He smiled. "Bus won't be here in 32 minutes."

"So, do you live in the tower as well?" Pressing the elevator button for Peter. As he's too occupied listening to you.

"N-No, I… eh live with my aunt downtown."

"How nice." Sounding a bit too bitter to your liking. You just wish he lived here. Being able to spend some time with someone your age, instead of all the 'older' Avengers. "You're heading there right now?"

He nods quickly. "You?"

"Well, I'll be fair to you." Leaning into him, as if you're going to reveal a big secret. "I was on my way to my room. But I can't find it." Scratching the back of your head.

"I know where it is." He lively springs into action.

"Wonderful, could you show me?"

"This way." He beamed, proudly walking in front of you. Occasionally glancing over his shoulder.

"So… Anything big happening here at the weekends?"

"Not much. From time to time, the Avengers share a drink on the top floor. But things are calm these days." He stops at a door with your name on it. You caught yourself to not paying any attention to the route Peter took. Not where it was located opposite to the previously seen rooms.

"Thank you, Peter." Unlocking the room. Hanging your coat beside the door. Peter looking on, staring into the room. Large pane windows, pretty much the same as Tony's own room. Luxuries and grand.

"Oh, well then. I better be going." Checking the time on his phone. "See you around."

"Peter." You call out to him, "What will you be doing this weekend?" Taking your place against the doorpost. Sheathing your hands in your pockets.

"M-Me?" He stutters, completely caught off guard by your question. You notice he's avoiding your eye contact the whole time. A blush coloring his cheeks. Staring down the hallway. "I… ehm."

"Attending any parties?"

"No-No-No, I'm not much of a party going type. Do you want to go to a party?"

"I prefer not to." You confess. "I was hoping to do something with you."

"Okay, okay." His smile growing wider and wider. "What are you thinking of?"

"I dunno. What do you usually do on the weekend?" You return the question. From this distance, you could almost hear his brain. "Except for saving the city as Spiderman, of course." Shooting him a playful wink.

Peter's face shoots bright red. With his hand, he rubs his cheeks and mouth, trying to hide his glowing red face.

"Here." Handing him your business card. "Think about it. If you don't want-..."

"Of course, I want to. But, I...ehm am running late." Glancing at his wrist while he definitely wore no watch. Starting to walk off.

"You know where to find me." You sniffle and wave him goodbye.

"Bye, mister Sta-... (Y/N)! Storming around the corner. Noticing his happy skip jump as he races off towards the elevator. You can't help but smile at his cuteness. It was only a few minutes ago he guided you to your room. His bus wasn't due to arrive in more than 25 minutes, you guess. You let him have his moment. He looked so nervous. You have to admit, you experience a bit of nerve and flutters in your stomach as well.

You spend the rest of the evening in the lounge area with a couple of Avengers. Sharing a few beers, hearing their stories, and play some games. Your phone was never quiet, but tonight you had to check every single notification. Peter still prominently present in the back of your mind. Eagerly awaiting his message.

Your heart skipped a beat, seeing his name pop up on your screen. The fact you had Peter's number already in your phone, gave away the illusion you had no interest in him. You heard the stories about Peter. You had seen the pictures. You didn’t fool yourself. And Tony didn’t lock any of his computers around the house either, so you fished Peter’s number out of there with ease. His profile picture enough to give you the jitters.

Peter was way more talkative via messenger. The conversation lasting long into the evening. Chatting about anything, really. Of course, a Spiderman patrol selfie to top it off. In the end, you set the date. Not like a date. With romance and all that. None of it. At least that’s what you keep telling yourself. Tomorrow he’s coming over, and together you've decided to call it a movie night. That's what he usually does on Saturday’s he said. So that’s what it was. Not at his aunt’s house. Not in the lounge. In your room. And for the first, in a long time, you’re feeling actual nervous.

The next day, just around the clock of six in the evening, your watch signals you that Peter had entered the building. All those handy tech bits came off good use. Apparently, you could set a notification as soon as a biometric scan noticed a specific person entering the building. And yes, Tony had given you a witty remark for only checking Peter’s box. But who’s to blame. He designed the system in the first place. For that remark, he didn’t have an answer at the ready.

“You look nice.” Peter murmured, adjusting the bag over his shoulder. Scrapping his voice a little.

“Thanks.” You give him a kind smile. “You too. Classy.” You compliment him. “Come in, make yourself at home.” Peter again takes in the room after a few steps in, looking in awe at the view and luxuries interior. Modern and spacious. But also a tad bit too large for a person your age.

"Dressed for something special?" He has a slight stutter to his voice. "A party?"

"It's pretty much the same as yesterday, I believe." Checking your clothing, as if there's something off. “But to answer your question. No. No parties. I don’t like them that much.”

“But you’ve partied almost everywhere across the world. If I can believe the pictures…”

“You right. But the thing is, you’re invited by influential people because of your name. You're more of a statement. Doesn't make it as entertaining as it looks."

"Why don't you decline them? Be honest about it. They get pretty wild, I've heard." His face coloring red at the thought.

"Sometimes, there's more at stake than what I want at the moment." You sigh, raking your fingers through your hair. "Oh well. I've ordered pizza in." Trying to shift the attention of the conversation. Getting a thumbs up from him as he connects his laptop. “Beer?”

"Yes, please." He kindly nods, looking up from his laptop.

"Peter, you don't have to say please for everything." Patting him on his shoulder. Seating yourself beside him on the couch. "Cheers, buddy." Ringing your bottle against his.

You see a surprising look, turn into a broad smile. "C-Cheers."

The couch was surprisingly large, especially for the two of you. How you wished you could crawl against him. Your thoughts often drift away from the movie you were watching. You and Peter falling in conversations about anything. Absolutely anything. He was smart, really smart. Had an interest in loads of things. Shared a lot of interests with you.

His body language changed visibly during the course kf the evening. As soon as his shoes came off, making himself really comfortable on the couch, you knew he felt at home. Making remarks, and funny jokes about anything and anyone. You’re drawn to each other. There was no other way to describe it. Your moments of eye contact were uneasy at the beginning. Especially for him. But that changed the later the evening progressed. Not one moment of silence dropped into the conversation. Peter told his stories. His experiences with becoming a member of the Avengers. Tales about Tony. But was interested in your stories, worries, and concerns. Peter was a damn good listener. You had to excuse yourself to Peter for a moment and step into the room nearby. For most of the evening, you've been pressing calls away. But not this one. In all, it takes not more than ten minutes before returning.

“Sorry, European client.” You excuse yourself. “Time zones and all that.” Seating yourself beside him again. Laying your arm to rest on the back of the couch. All comfortable and relaxed.

“I couldn’t understand a single word you were saying.” He giggles. "But it sounded kinda funny."

“It's the Dutch language. It's strange in their own unique ways. I'll teach you the basics sometime. Could come in handy someday."

“Awesome. You have an idea how long will you be staying?”

"Yeah, well the thing is, I haven't talked about it with Tony." You confess. "I've made quite a few international contacts by now. And there's still a lot to gain there. For a bit, it depends on what Tony has in mind."

“You don’t have a say in that?”

“You know how persuasive he is. Before you know it I’m back across the ocean.”

"Anyway." Rising to your feet. "In for another?" You intended to reach for his empty bottle. But are stopped by him. A firm grasp holds your wrist in place. You look at him in surprise. But you don't meet eye to eye. His head hanging downcast.

"Don't…" He muttered. "D-Don't go…" His hand feeling clammy and warm on your skin. You notice a slight tremble to his grip. His breathing heavy.

"It's… just the freezer." You try to lighten the mood. "But-..."

"No, it's n-not-…" He jumps up to his feet. “N-Not that…” Visibly swallowing the lump in his throat. "Please don't go." Taking a step closer, closing the distance between the two of you. Sad looking puppy eyes meet yours.

"P-Peter…" You stutter, followed by a shuddering breath. "Are you…" Your head is fuzzy, spinning, overwhelmed by your feelings.

Peter just nods with those big puppies eyes staring into your soul. Drawing you in closer. You turn into him, closing the distance. Peter was just a little bit shorter than you. And in slow motion, you close in on his lips. You bring your hand up to cup his cheek. Peter leaning, his hand reaching for the back of your neck. Lips meeting in the middle. It's soft. It's slow. It's sweet. It’s everything you wanted. It's breathtaking. Your bodies finding each other. Pressed against one another.

"P-Peter...?" “Y-You… ehm….” Red flooding your cheeks. You both stare at each other, hesitant on the next move. “Wow... A… S-Stark isn't quickly rendered speechless... B-But, this…." You nod. "T-this does…it”

"I want you to stay (Y/N). Really… R-Really want you to." His hands reaching for the first buttons of your blouse.

You cup both his cheeks and kiss him again. More violent than before. Resting your foreheads for a moment against each other. "Peter…?" You stammer. “You… really wanna do this?

He pushes you onto the couch, a force you couldn't possibly stop. Seating himself on your lap. With a simple nod, he takes off his blouse. Revealing his masculine body. Leaving you gazing at the irresistible shape of his body. Feeling yourself growing. You snap out of it the moment you see him open his belt, tugging to open his pants. Revealing his underwear, stretched by his length. Your hands slowly caress down the side of his figure. Captivated by his physique.

His lips smack onto yours, one hand on his length. Peter moaning into the kiss. The other arm wrapped around your neck. Grinding against one another for a while. Until you replace his fingers with yours on his cock. Making him groan harder than before. Stuttering your name as you stroke his member slow and steady. His head falling to the crook of your neck. You feel his trembling fingers work with your buttons on your blouse. Forcing you to go bare chest. "I want you (Y/N)." He moaned in your ear. His voice commanding, almost hypnotic. Making you shudder to your very being. Peter was irresistible right now. Too cute for words. Grinding his hips into your grasp, but also against your groin.

"I need you, Peter."

"L-Let's do it." He pants, struggling to get his pants off. And as soon as he gets his off, he looks at you, before loosening yours. Releasing your raging boner into the wild. Seating himself back onto you. You try to grind both cocks in your hands. But Peter has a different idea, flipping on his back. He wanted more.

“C-Can you…” He moans. “-touch me?” You sink deeper into the couch by his weight pressing down on you, angling your hips forward. As Peter climbs on top of you, anchoring his right arm around your neck. And resting his warm, masculine back against your body. Resting himself on top of you gave you such a beautiful view down his abs, onto his erection. He slowly sinks down, his ass cheeks guiding its way to your cock. You feel yourself harden even more. At this point, despite his enthusiasm, you can tell he’s nervous. “Are you sure about this, Peter?” Pressing gentle kisses down the side of his neck. Letting your fingers brush every inch of his skin. Peter completely lost in bliss by your touch. Whimpering as you caress his abs and pecs. You realize you’ve never been harder before.

"Y-Yeah…" He pants. "I want you…" Tilting his head towards you, searching for your lips, kissing you slow and passionate. "Yes… (Y/N). Please."

With one hand, you slick your length nice and wet. Making yourself ready for him. You watch for Peter's reaction as you place your tip at his hole. Pushing lightly against the resistance. Peter just moans, closing his eyes. Shuddering on top of you.

"Talk to me." You whisper. "Does it hurt?" You watch him smile in response. Spreading his legs a bit further.

"N-No, it feels really good." He grins. "It… turns me on." Biting his lower lip.

"Good…" You stroke his length a few times. Making him whimper by your touch. Peter, on top of you, made you feel his every shudder and shake. Giving you a perfect insight into his level of pleasure. "Enjoy it." Before continuing to rub your tip along his ass cheeks. Softening up his flesh. With your fingers, you try to pry his little hole open a bit. Making it wet and ready.

"Put it in me..." He asks, breathing somewhat heavy.

You begin to push against his resistance. Trying to fit in the first few inches. You steady him on top of you. Watching his masculine torso heave up and down made you even harder.

"That’s it…!" He groans hard. "I... c-can feel you." He gasps. His ass cheeks clenching around your tip the moment you enter. Gripping around your tip tightly. You have to calm yourself down, closing your eyes, holding down your breath. Feeling his sphincter grip you so tightly was difficulty not cum already.

From your point of view, you can already see the sweat glistening on his body. You slowly begin to ease into him, your hand kneading into his chest, trying to make him relax. “It's so big…” He groans.

“It’s alright, Peter.” You keep touching him, softening him up. “Keep breathing.” He begins to push down on your cock. All without your help. Forcing you to slide deeper into him. His insides are warm and welcoming, the sensation enveloping. You halt for a moment, rubbing softly on his skin. Seeing his nipples rock hard turns you on incredibly. "How's that feel?"

"A…mazing." He gasps, his head falling backward. "G-Give it to me… please…"

“I’m going slow, Pete.” As you begin to move, his face a mix of pain and, seemingly, a bit of pleasure changes to a wide-open gasping mouth.

His breathing hitches with each thrust, you bring your mouth to his chest. With your tongue, teasing his chest. Stroking your tongue along his rippling chest. Circling his nipple, flicking it, before taking in-between your lips. Slowly suckling down onto it. Gasps of pleasure echo from his mouth as you continue by teasing his body.

Despite his soft moans, seeing Peter this flustered on top of you actually makes him look even cuter. You can tell he’s feeling good. His face contorted in what you can tell is pure pleasure. Whatever you’re doing seems to be working as his ass tightens on you. “You’re doing great, Peter.”

Going faster, his grip around your neck strengthens. You feel him shudder, his ass tightening up on you. “It… feel so good.” He groans loudly. “I… can’t hold it… much longer…”

"Shoot it for me." You moan into his ear. While you watch him stroke his cock. His movement become jolted and irregular. You run your hands gently along with his abs, your mouth giving long, luscious sucks on his nipples. Peter was one panting mess, he loved his body being touched like this.

"I… I can't…" He stutters, his arms falling to his side. You watch as his cock twitch at each of your thrusts. You seize the moment and wrap your fingers around his meaty length. You have to be careful not to cum yourself already. Touching him like this. Sliding the wet ridges of his cock through your hand.

"Cum for me." You continue to tease him. "I want to see you covered in it, Peter."

His eyes widened in disbelief. Watching you as one panting and moaning mess. Desperate for release.

"Drench that beautiful body." That single comment made him clench around you tight. You see his toes curl, hip bucking against yours. Shaking. Shuddering. Accompanied by a loud growl of release and pleasure. He jolts forwards, gasping for air. As you thrust deep into him again and again. Your strokes on his cock, matching your thrusts. Feeling his cock spasm in your hand. Releasing a jet of cum on himself. Each push of your length, making him squirt more and further. Draining every drop from him. Until he falls back into your embrace. Spent and satisfied. Panting long and hard with his eyes shut tight. His body covered in wetness. Small trembles follow. His hand running across his muscled body. Feeling the wetness.

"Fuck…" You breathe heavily. Trying to hold it together. "That was hot." Connecting your lips with his shoulder and neck. Your tongue catching the taste of his wetness.

"I love you…" He says in a shuddering voice. "So… m-much." The largest smile stretching across his face. Kissing you slow and sensual.

His rolling hips distracted you immediately from continuing to grace his warm skin with your lips. "A-Are you close?" He whispers to you.

"Yeah." You nod enthusiastically. Clenching your hands tight on his body. All warm and wet. Using whatever strength you have left to push him up and down your cock. You watch in amazement how his muscles stretch and bulge. Tense and relax. The size of his those thighs. The rippling muscles beneath the touch of your finger. God, he is so masculine, so complete. You feel overwhelmed. Short of breath. His proportions leaving you speechless.

Peter may be a bit inexperienced at it. But at this moment. This movement. The roll of his hips. Slow and steady. The angle on which he grinds down on your cock. So smooth and sensual. Swirling your cock through his wet, stretched insides. His flesh squeezing around your rock hard, pulsing member. Hugging it like you never felt before. While his breath fanned across your skin. Softly stifling groans by your penetration. Hugging you close.

"Keep going…" You groan. "Just like that…" Feeling your climax rise quick. Peter's insides felt smoother than before. You can't help but praise him more and more. Guiding you closer to your climax. The sight of his cock stiffening before you, makes you reach your high in no-time. Announced by a groan of pleasure and ecstasy, a load of cum erupts from your cock. You pull him close against you. Rutting into him. Filling his insides with your warm load.

Only the sound of heavy breathing, licking of lips, and tired moans. Followed by a burst of giggles. Peter still on top. You wrap your arms around his torso. Slowly sliding flat onto the couch. "Peter…" You whisper. "Something sparked yesterday, didn't it?" Biting your lower lip as he looks up at you with this cute smile. "I mean… look at that smile.” Your fingers gently playing with his ravaged curls.

He rolls onto your chest, laying his head to rest on his crossed arms. Releasing a content sigh. Dreamy eyes staring at you. "You make me smile (Y/N)." One finger tracing the lines of your collarbone.

You just love looking at him like this. Watching him absentmindedly circle his fingers on your skin. "I've grown to love you (Y/N). Everything about you is perfect. Your charm, your smile. You as a person. You're perfect in every way." Slight blushes forming on his cheeks. "I feel nervous, just looking at you." He giggles softly.

"Peter…" Cupping his cheek. "You're not the only one." Pressing your lips on his. "I love you so much."

“Will you tell mister St-…” He stops mid-sentence, his eyes glance up at you for a second. Realizing his mistake, as his smile grew larger. “-your dad about us? And your plans?”

"Yes… Yes, I will." For a moment, your thoughts wander off, imagining a rather uncomfortable conversation with Tony about you and Peter. "I know what I want." Brushing a few curls from his forehead, as Peter is obsessed with tracing his finger on your body. “Can you promise me one thing, Peter?”

“Wh-…?” Rising from your chest, seeing a bit of worry in your expression. “What is it, (Y/N)?”

“Please be safe.”

“I always am.” He smiles thinly. “Especially now that I have you.”

“For real, Peter. The Spider-Man stuff scares me.

“You really are the sweetest, (Y/N).” Peter shuffles closer onto you, leaning in to press a kiss on your lips. “I know what you mean. But don’t you worry. I’ll be extra careful.”

"I fear the day you don’t come home, Peter. I've seen it with my dad. I… I just want you to be safe… with me.” Pressing a kiss to his forehead.

"Will you promise me you'll stay here?" Before you want to answer his question, his finger silences your lips. "Yes, or No?" He smiles.

"Yes… I'll stay here… If you come live with me." You watch his reaction, his smile growing. "Can you imagine comin-..."

Mid-sentence your cut off by his lips on yours. Passionate and strong. His hands holding onto your cheeks.

“Yes…” He mutters into the kiss with a big smile. “I… want… nothing more… than…to be …with you… every… single… day.” His body grinding against yours. Feeling him grow. "I want to be with you (Y/N).” Seeing the goosebumps rise on your skin, his hands roving on your skin. “You like that?” He smirks. Continuing to tease you.

"I like you, Peter." You groan by his tease. "With the whole of my heart." Tossing him on his back on the couch. Peter being much stronger, rolled you back.

“Let’s go to… our bedroom.” His smirks.

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honeyyvee · 5 years ago

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Where it hurts

Rating; Explicit (+18)

Genre; hurt&comfort, fluff, smut.

Pairing; Taehyung x Reader ft. Hoseok.

Words; 6.2 k

Summary; Roommates AU. You come home late night to your shared apartment with a broken heart. The hurt, and touch-starvation, spark in you a terrible idea.

“Tell me where it hurts, so I can kiss it better”.

Content Warnings; explicit descriptions of sex, (vaginal) fingering, grinding, consumption of alcohol, oral sex (fem receiving), references to depression&self-depreciation if u squint. angsty porn with (kinda) plot and lots of feelings.

Notes; this was supposed to be a quick, sad, pwp but turned out to be surprisingly fluffy porn with plot, with an actual happy ending for once.

It's 2 a.m. and your trembling hands fumble with clicking the key into place. You are drunk, but painfully aware, nearly full sober. Consequence of the cold shower fallen upon you when walking back home from a nearby bar. A light drizzle became a downpour in a matter of seconds; and so you find yourself drenching wet at the doorstep of your shared apartment.

Your clothes stick uncomfortably to your skin; your hair's a tangled mess. The keys slip from your fingers and fall onto the welcome mat with a thud; tears prick at the corner of your eyes. You contemplate going back to the bar, lest you crumble into ugly, desperate sobbing right now. A thunder strikes, somewhere close enough for you to flinch at the sharp, rambunctious sound.

It's pretty late and the bar has closed, but you figure you can always look for another. You stand in the pouring rain, the heavy drops tapping your skin like small pebbles, lost in thought considering your options. You don't know how much time has passed when the door opens with a creak. It registers in your foggy brain a couple of seconds later, when the person on the other side of the door gasps.

"Y/N!"

You meet your roommate's eyes with as much stoicism as you can muster.

"Come, hurry inside" Taehyung ushers you, and your body actually responds to do as he says.

You're hit with a wave of warmth radiating from the heater placed in the small living room. Taehyung sprints back for the keys, repeating to you assurances that he'll be back. You watch him lock the door and rush to the bathroom to get some towels.

Your head's dizzy, and everything's slowed down. It feels like ages before Taehyung's with you again, wrapping you in towels like a poorly made burrito. His eyes frantically shoot from one side of your body to the other, looking for any sign of damage. Your roommate helps you get out of your shoes as he keeps asking the same things over and over again. What happened? Are you alright? Why didn't you call for me to pick you up?

Your throat is dry, and your lips have difficulty responding to your orders, but still you manage to appease him. Somewhat.

"I'm alright."

Taehyung's frown deepens. The brunette takes a step forward, crouching at your eye level. His large hands wrap the towel around your body tighter.

"I've been waiting for you all night, why have you been ignoring my calls?" There's a pout, more than a reprimanding tone to his deep voice. Taehyung's eyes stare into yours, a worried expression on his handsome features. Your gaze diverts from its intensity.

"I wasn't ignoring you, I just needed some time alone."

Taehyung's nose crinkles.

"What is this? You reek of alcohol..."

You shrink under his scrutinous gaze.

"I just went for a couple drinks with a friend and lost track of time. That's all." It's a half truth, but you think it convincing.

Taehyung doesn't buy it.

"Still… for you to drink… "

It was true you disliked it, as much as it was false. It was good to get shit out of your mind, and God knew you needed just that after tonight. But Taehyung knew that when you drank, something was wrong; lying was of no use at this point. You drew in a deep, shaky breath.

"I saw him, Tae, at the bar. Hoseok... he was with someone."

The name hasn't left your lips in a long time, it feels foreign in your ears even if its commonly present in your mind. Hoseok, your best friend... Ex-best friend, who you are still madly in love with. Even if he has stopped talking to you, and pretends like you don't exist; never existed. Even if the memory of him is that of the sting, of a relationship turned sour.

For a moment, the meaning of your words seems lost in Taehyung as his eyes lazily blink the remaining sleep away.

"Oh… Hoseok?" He mumbles, more to himself than to you. Taehyung's frown deepens. He knows the story, from what you've told him.

Taehyung's been your roommate for almost 3 years. You don't spend much time together tough. Due to differences in schedule, you never see him but on weekends, when he's not out with his friends. He's a good friend, but he has never seen you cry over Hoseok. You are very private about your feelings. If you ever felt like crying, you locked yourself in your room, or cried at late hours of the night. Tonight however, it might be the first time you open up to someone that's not Hoseok. There's a knot in your throat weighing like a rock, but you manage to rasp out your confirmation to the man without bursting into tears.

You had gone to that bar after receiving a text from a girl friend. It had been an uneventful Saturday evening until then, cramped in your small bedroom watching Netflix on your laptop and eating chips from the bag. You were on your second bag of chips when the notification popped up in your screen, an image attachment from your college friend. It was an image of Hoseok, spotted at a nearby bar with a girl clinging onto his arm, both of them laughing in close proximity. It stung your heart like a javelin speared through it. Your breakup was still fresh in your heart, even if it had been a little more than a year already.

In an instant of impulsiveness, you jumped out of bed, showered, sprayed perfume, and put some heels on. All the way to the bar you couldn't help but think… If only you hadn't confessed one year ago, you wouldn't have ruined over a precious friendship of years. You wouldn't find yourself in this situation. Walking three blocks to a bar in high heels to spy on your best friend and his new date.

Was it really your fault though? The timing just wasn't right. At that time... Hoseok was going through family problems, couldn't see you as much; shut you out so you wouldn't worry, which in turn made you worry the double. And you worried SO much it just complicated things. August, after summer break, you ended it. Hoseok shutting you out when you wanted to help, hurt you to no end. You thought it better to stay as friends, you thought you could still be friends.

But even if Hoseok's words, his promise, told you so, his actions spoke differently. Day by day, the fracture between you two grew larger, until one day you were standing before a bottomless abyss. There was no turning back from that abyss… Because so much time had passed you started to feel like strangers to each other. Because none of you would budge, or take the step to close the distance. Because when you did budge to take the first step, you were met with awkward interactions, and empty eyes. And you knew nothing would ever be the same. You were left with nothing but memories and a name attached to them. The emotional anguish, and heartbreak that comes with one-sided love. Hurt, that fills all the spaces empty of him.

The image that greeted you when you entered the bar burns your mind, Hoseok and the girl kissing in a corner. Your eyes tear with the memory of it, and how when your eyes met his, Hoseok showed no emotion.

Taehyung notices your wandering thoughts, coughs into his fist.

"But you knew... didn't you? I thought you knew he was seeing someone." His large hand reaches to place a strand of tangled hair behind your ear. A single tear rolls down your cheek and you gulp.

"I know… Still. It hurts." You tug at the towel covering your body.

It's impossible to see Taehyung's expression with your chin tipped down and all the mess of tangled hair falling over your face. You can imagine the sympathy and tenderness in his eyes however, as his warm hands grasp yours, caressing soothing circles.

"Our eyes met," you croak out. "I looked him in the eye, and he ignored me anyways. It was like… like he was a stranger and not my best friend of forever." Your voice cracks, as you try to hold the tears at bay, to keep Taehyung from seeing such a pitiful show. But the heavy teardrops at the corner of your eyes well up and fall without a care.

Taehyung's warm fingertips are there to catch all of them. He guides you to the sofa, as you try to control your breathing. The tall man takes the seat next to you with a solemn expression.

"Maybe you are strangers..." Taehyung deadpans, with a sigh. "It's been almost a year and a half. A lot can happen in that time. Maybe he really isn't the person you remember him being anymore." Taehyung's features are schooled into kind, sympathetic honesty. But his words still stab at your heart the same.

Your clothes are disgustingly wet and glued to your skin. You feel small, open, vulnerable, in front of someone who doesn't even know you that well. It's frightening. You bury your face in your hands.

"I wish I could go back…" Your heart crumbles, voicing the words out loud. Care is thrown out of the window as your body shakes into unstoppable sobs. It's a horrible feeling; hopelessness. Like a gaping void that hurts, consuming all the love out of you from the inside.

For months now all you've known is dancing around the line of opposite extremes. From sleepless nights to sleeping the days away, from eating too much chocolate and ramen, to not eating anything at all. You're tired of the swinging and the constant back and forth of conflicting thoughts and emotions. Sometimes there's nothing and others everything. Right now there's nothing...

And then there's Taehyung. His arms envelope you in a hug, engulfing you in his warmth, in his scent, in everything that makes Taehyung, Taehyung . A big heart and unconditional support.

"It's okay." He assures you over and over, and over in his velvet-like voice. His hands tracing the column of your spine in soothing up and down motions.

You hang for dear life onto the fabric of his sweater. Sob in his chest until you're left with a headache. Taehyung pulls you onto his lap so he is holding you closer; you do not protest. It's a well-known fact, your roommate is a little more on the affectionate, touchy-feely side. Nevertheless there are respectful lines he has drawn for himself when it comes to you. He crosses the line to comfort you better, and the newfound closeness feels natural. Your legs rest on each side of his hips, his arms encircling your waist, your own embracing his broad back too. You bury your head in the crook of his shoulder, like a baby being rocked to sleep, and melt into the embrace.

The lines keeping you respectfully apart, blurry. You realize it as you inhale the scent of his woody perfume close to his neck. Your nose brushes the sensitive skin there, for a moment. Taehyung stiffens, but continues caressing your back in silence. You think you catch the moment his heart jumps in it's ribcage, against your own. Maybe it's yours.

It's difficult to tell when you are pressed so closely together, and your breathing has evened out to match his. Your skin feels feverish underneath the wet clothes and that's how you know you got a cold coming. Your decision making process must be impaired by the terrible headache pounding at the front of your head... Or so you tell yourself as you move in Taehyung's lap, bringing your hips a little closer to his. Intoxicated on his boyish aroma, you dive into his neck for more, this time tentatively brushing your lips against the sensitive spot of skin you discovered earlier. There's a grunt at the back of Taehyung's throat, his hands grasp at your back for a moment, before he brushes it aside with a laugh, saying something about your nose being cold.

Your insides catch fire at the sound. Burning with desire to hear it again. It feels good. Taehyung's warm like a furnace and smells delicious, his back is firm beneath your fingertips, and your body feels secure with his arms around you. Like a shield of love and warmth, protecting you from the outer world. Taehyung feels good. You could do with good… You craved "good" like an affection-starved person right now.

Next time, you make sure he knows what you're doing is not an accident, by brushing your lips in the dip of his clavicles, and all the way to the column of his throat. Taehyung's breath hitches, his hands drop from your back to rest lightly on your hips. And that's when you start spreading kisses near his jaw, that grow clearer in intent. First a peck, and then a nibble, that has Taehyung shuddering under you.

"What are you doing?" Taehyung rasps, a poorly concealed whine behind it.

Your hands slide from the expanse of his back, around the curve of his waist, and up the firm planes of his abdomen.

"Please…"

Taehyung's eyes go wide at the boldness of your actions. But the feverish headache pounding at the back of your eyes tells you to keep going. You have to ride the wave of confidence while it lasts, otherwise you'll crumble again. You close your eyes shut.

"Kiss me." You're so close you can feel Taehyung's breath mixing with yours. You half expect for your lips to meet, but instead are met with cold disappointment.

Taehyung stops you, gently putting some distance by holding you by the shoulders.

"What? Y/n, are you still drunk?"

You don't want to open your eyes to see the disgust in Taehyung's expression. You want to melt into the cracks of the sofa never to be seen again. You shake your head no. Your head's dizzy and your body's swaying a bit, most likely caught a cold, but you're not drunk.

"Just heartbroken," you croak. The tears pool at your eyes again.

It's the truth. You're just a terrible human being, putting on a pity show. Because Taehyung here is being a good friend, and you are taking advantage of it to feel a little better. It's a shameful, ugly, feeling, but it's sincere; it's still you. It makes you want to bury your face in your hands, because you can never look at Taehyung in the eyes again after tonight. Not after he's seen you as you really are. A weak, pitiful, shameless thing.

"It hurts, Tae… it hurts so much. I want it to go. It hurts so much. I just want it to go..." the confession spills out of your lips, as you break into ugly tears again. You can't help it, you really can't.

But Taehyung remains patient, stays by your side. You half expected him to flee at this point, but he doesn't. He stays. Taehyung shushes you, his large hands caress you back. You bury your face in the warmth of his neck one more time, soothing yourself with the faint aroma of his expensive perfume. You try to compose yourself again for what feels like minutes but in reality are a couple of seconds of tense silence. After a while Taehyung shifts, putting some distance between you two. You can feel the intensity of his gaze, but refuse to look up from your fumbling hands. He grabs you by the shoulders with a gentle, shy grasp.

"Where?" His voice comes out in a rasp. The gravelly tone of it makes your insides tingle.

Your gaze lifts up to his, confused, and is met with the smoldering intensity of his determined expression. Your breath gets caught in your throat.

"Where do you want me to kiss you?" Taehyung queries, face impassive.

Your lips part to answer him, though your mind's blank with shock. You asked for it, yeah, but it still comes as a shock he's actually giving in to your request... You scan his features for some clue as to what's actually going through his head, what he truly feels about it. But find nothing. Any emotion is shut out, concealed. Taehyung's always been good at poker face, and you resent it now more than ever. You want to know, need to know , if it bothers him. If he's okay with it. Because even if you half expected him to brush it off… that's just not Taehyung. He has such a big, giving heart, he would do anything to make you feel better.

Even lying.

"I need you to be clear. So there's no misunderstandings." Taehyung's thumbs rub at your shoulders.

The motion, his large hands on your wet skin, the scorching heat that radiates off his body... it's all too tempting. Taehyung is presenting himself to you, willing to fulfill your desires. Like an Oasis of rest in the middle of an unforgiving desert of pain, to you, an affection-starved wanderer.

Taehyung stares at you expectant, with an intensity that could burn holes through you, but instead ignites the one inside you, claiming his name. Some other time, under other circumstances, maybe you would've been strong enough to say no... Tonight, you say yes.

"Everywhere. Anywhere. Just make it stop hurting."

Even if it's fake, you bite your tongue. Taehyung leans in to cup your cheek, but you still refuse to look him in the eye. You just can't. Not when you are open and vulnerable like this. Not when he could destroy you at will, because you have given him such power.

"Is this okay?" Taehyung tips your chin upwards to meet him, his breath fans over your mouth. His lips a breath away.

Your eyes catch his, intently staring at your mouth, waiting for you to give the okay.

"Yes," you whisper, biting your lip hard enough to draw blood. Even if we'll both regret it tomorrow, you hold back.

Taehyung nods, as if silently aware of this unspoken warning between you two. His tongue darts out to moist his lips, your eyes following the motion. He finally closes the distance as both your eyes close.

It's soft. Such a soft, shy kiss, it breaks your heart. Because Taehyung is giving you love, as best as he can, even if he doesn't feel it. It's nearly too convincing, but you should know better.

The kiss breaks with a sigh, and he dives again, bolder. Taehyung takes your lower lip, pokes his tongue, tentatively probing the entrance. You let him in without much resistance, following his shy dance with a much more desperate of your own. Taehyung's tongue feels good in your mouth, makes you crave more and more.

You writhe in his lap, your hands reach for his firm chest, sliding over it's planes. Taehyung whines in your mouth and you swallow the sound with a moan of your own. Things are escalating fast as you grow more desperate the longer he kisses you, and the otherwise quiet room starts filling with sounds of your wet, wanton kisses. Taehyung's hands pull you closer, until you're flush with his body. You shiver in his embrace, soaking in as much warmth as you can. Taehyung's fingers play with the hem of your wet blouse, his fingertips brush the naked skin beneath.

"You're so cold," Taehyung breathes against your lips, a delicious huskiness to his tone of voice. His long fingers lift more of the material, caressing the skin it hides. "Can I...?"

"Yes, keep going." You capture his lips in a searing kiss, bite on his lower lip, hoping to convey your urgency.

There's sight of a slight curve to Taehyung's mouth, before the fabric of your blouse covers your vision and is thrown across the room. Taehyung's right, your skin is cold despite the terrible headache and feverish hotness clouding your judgement. His hands rest on the curve of your waist, the warmth permeating into your touch-starved skin. A shiver runs through your spine, your body trembles under his firm grasp; his undecipherable stare. You hold it, utterly hypnotized by his deep brown eyes. The beauty of his perfectly sculpted features, defined by the streetlight seeping through the curtains. Outside, it's still raining, the faint snap of a thunder is heard in the distance.

You're too busy gaping at the man before you to notice his hand snaking down, unbuttoning your uncomfortable jeans. The zipper slides down with a groan, your hips shift against Taehyung's in anticipation. The air is knocked out of your lungs as Taehyung pushes you to lay on your back on the couch, ripping your jeans off your skin. The material joins your blouse somewhere on the floor with a thud, as Taehyung pounces on you.

There's a curious look on his face you can't pinpoint, as his eyes devour your exposed body from head to toe. Both of you are panting, you realize. His gaping stops as his eyes meet yours; his frown deepens. There's a painful, conflicted expression on them. It pulls so tightly at your heartstrings, you think they might snap. You're nearly half-naked beneath Taehyung, shivering, aching to be touched, but he's not doing anything. If you two were to stop now, at this point, you think you would die .

"Do you really want this?" Taehyung rasps as he leans into your ear. His hips come flush with yours with a rock of his half hard erection, for emphasis.

You whine in response, unable to form a coherent answer, lest it be your own body talking. Your legs open for him to situate between them, enthusiastically lifting your hips to get some more needed friction. His hands pin your writhing hips to the couch in retaliation.

"I'm gonna need a yes or no answer, babygirl." Taehyung bites onto your earlobe, stealing a whine from your throat. You tug at the locks of soft, brown hair and voice your confirmation with poorly concealed eagerness. "Mmmh.. alright. I might give it to you, if you're good," Taehyung chuckles. A deep, dark, humorless sound that makes you shiver in anticipation.

Your pussy is drenching wet and clenching on nothing by this point. You just want some needed relief in the form of his fingers down there. But Taehyung's hands are too busy outlining the curve of your breasts; rubbing the pad of his thumbs over the lacey material concealing your hardening nipples.

"You just want me to make you feel better for a moment, right?" Taehyung growls, and rips the flimsy material of your bralette off your chest. "Everything will still be the same tomorrow morning… " Taehyung's busy leaving open mouthed kisses and bites all over your neck as he says this, but you think you catch a bitter tone in his words that have your heart stuttering.

"T-that's right." You gasp, when the warmth of the brunette's mouth envelopes your nipple. His tongue flicks it and circles it, sucks on it, making sure to make the lewdest of sounds in the process. His dark eyes never leaving yours.

"T-tae… !" you whine, as he pinches between his fingers your neglected nipple. You're so sensitive and so needy, you might cum from just him stimulating them and kissing your neck. There's something else you want though, and if you've already crossed the line, might as well fuck it.

"T-tae… I need…" you lift your hips in search of his, but meet thin air. You feel Taehyung stiffen, and he stops.

He removes himself from you, sits back on his calves and takes off his shirt. Painfully slow might you add, for show. When the piece of clothing is gone, there's a slight smugness to the curve of lips, and the way he bites his lips. It's immediately suffocated though, by the way his hands reach for yours, when he places a single, gentle kiss on one of them.

"Alright. Come." Taehyung's smiles, and your heart bursts at the sight into a million butterflies. It's the first time you've seen him sincerely smile tonight.

He guides you to his lap, and soon enough your legs are straddling his hips once again. Your mouth's drinking in his moans as you grind your soaking wet pussy into his rock-hard erection, sure to leave a stain on his sweats. It's a delicious feeling. Taehyung's so painfully hard (and expectedly big) you can't wait until all of him is buried inside you to the hilt... It's when you're busy entertaining this fantasies, when his fingers catch you by surprise.

Taehyung's fingers tease your labia through your panties, gently petting over the soaked material. You whine at the contact, wanting more, needing more . Taehyung groans in response.

"So wet…" Taehyung's middle fingers slide into your drenched pussy, pushing the lace aside. They slide all the way up to your clit, collecting your juices in his hand, and then down again probing at your entrance.

"That's it, good girl." Taehyung coos, satisfied with the lubrication. "So nice and wet for me. Such a nice cunt…"

You're clenching around nothing, expectant to the moment his fingers will finally fill you and give you your release. But Taehyung seems to want to take it slow. His thumb starts rubbing your clit through the material, in lazy, circle motions. His middle fingers tease your entrance in up and down strokes, with little to no penetration… it's frustrating, to say the least. Has you writhing in his hands. The teasing is too much, the rubbing of Taehyung's thumb too slow. Your mouth latches onto his, moaning half-hearted pleas, for him to go faster, for his fingers to dive deep. Taehyung enjoys taking his time collecting the slick seeping from your entrance, and dripping onto his shorts. His thumb and forefinger pinch your clit through the cloth, and the pressure, the texture… it's too much. Too much tease and no release.

"Please.." You grind your hips onto his hand. "Please fuck- ah!"

Without warning, his two long fingers are thrust into your pussy and coiled on the inside. It gives you whiplash, how fast the pace is changed. Taehyung's fingers pump furiously into your cunt, as his thumb rubs your swollen clit.

It's so much at once your eyes roll to the back of your head from the overwhelming sensations. Your orgasm is building and so close to snapping, the squelching sounds of filth that fill the room drive you to the highest pleasure.

"Cum, princess, cum for me." Taehyung's guttural command, beckons.

Your pussy snaps, releasing even more fluid on taehyung's eager fingers; his thumb presses onto your clit as your hips spasm and your whole body tenses. A wanton groan leaves your lips as you ride the powerful spasms on Taehyung's slowing fingers. The brunette's mouth leaves open, wet kisses on the expanse of your throat. All the way to your mouth, where his tongue takes its time to savour you with its languid caresses. He continues rubbing, and petting you until the oversensitivity becomes too much to bear, you whine in protest, but Taehyung merely chuckles.

"Still want my cock after that?"

You feel a fresh wave of blush flush your face at the bluntness of his words. Your mind's still reeling from your orgasm's high; no thoughts, head empty. It's uncomfortable enough that Taehyung's seen you so vulnerable, even more so that's he's asking if you want his cock so nonchalantly.

"Or would you like my tongue?" He growls, licking a stripe on a sensitive spot on your neck that has you trembling in his arms again.

Taehyung's hand reaches to cup your face, his thumb strokes your skin with the gentleness of a feather. It feels good, like it puts together all the broken pieces. You melt into the touch, ignoring the tears pricking at your eyes, silently promising not to cry anymore for tonight… It's the way he looks at you though, when he says the next words (with such a sad smile on his lips), that does it for you.

"Tell me where it hurts, so I can kiss it better."

Taehyung doesn't wait for an answer, before he's diving between your legs with a hungry mouth. His tongue pokes out to flick at your battered clit, and your body recoils and tenses from the oversensitivity. Taehyung chuckles as your thighs tremble under his grip, when his flattened tongue sweeps up and down your lips, teasing the hole of your entrance.

You're not sure you can live with the guilt of engaging in a second round, when it's so obviously clear to you, now that you've gotten what you wanted, that what you're doing is so very wrong… but the attention feels nice. Taehyung's tongue feels nice; wet and warm, lapping up the mess you made. His stare grounds you to the moment, pins you to the couch; your thoughts can't wander too far under the smoldering heat of his eyes.

Taehyung laps at your cunt until he's satisfied; parts from your lips with a kiss. When he lifts his face from between your legs, a boxy smile is plastered on his face. The brunette crawls over to reach for your face again.

"Y/N, I'll always be here for you. If you're happy, I'm happy." Taehyung's thumb brushes away the tears streaking your cheeks. Tears you didn't even notice you were shedding.

It's heartbreak all over again, but a different kind. You throw your arms around the boy's neck, pulling him into a deep kiss. There's the heavy taste of you on his tongue, but also him. Kim Taehyung. There's a lot of him in the way he kisses you back, and holds you so adoringly; you drown in it for the rest of the night. It feels so good to feel happy and content after so much repressed hurt, you break into tears again. Happy tears, guilty tears. The dam inside you just breaks.

As Taehyung whispers sweet nothings in your ear, thrusting in and out of you like you're making love with the love of your life, you wonder if you are deserving of such adoration. You're not a "good girl" , nor a "beautiful angel". But he still fucks you like you're the most precious being to grace the face of Earth. You melt like jelly into his arms when your second orgasm comes, and then carries you to his room, bridal style. Like you're an actual couple in love, and him fucking your brains out is a common occurrence.

Taehyung's pillow smells a lot like him, and you bury your face in it for comfort. There's still a broken piece inside you, a dull, faded ache you can't quite ignore. Taehyung seems to know, because as soon as it makes itself known, his arms envelope you in a warm embrace. Outside, rain is still lightly tapping at the window. You lay on the mattress next to him, covered in cold sweat, and he cuddles you until you're hot and bothered again and cumming on his fingers once more.

The rain stops sometime around early morning, and the sound of birds chirping outside the window, unsettles your stomach. Taehyung's holding onto you like a teddy bear; being held like that fills your chest with thousands of butterflies. But it feels wrong. The night's over, and as Taehyung said it, "Everything will still be the same tomorrow morning."

It's out of place for you to wake in his arms, when you're nothing more than friends, and not completely over Hoseok. It's too cruel, leading the fantasy on, for the sake of your own heart. You free yourself from Taehyung's hold without rousing him, silently scurrying away to your shared bathroom. You turn the knob for hot water until it can't turn anymore. Your mind wanders to Taehyung's mouth on yours, to his large hands holding you together through the night… It dawns on you that your feelings are more twisted and complicated than ever before, because what if you actually feel something for Taehyung now? You're hurt over Hoseok, but hooked on how good it felt to be with your brunette friend. Even if you said you just wanted to feel good for a night… you want more of it now.

But what if Taehyung has feelings for you? What if he has feelings for someone else? Repeating last night for the sake of you feeling better without considering his feelings would be selfish, and using him. Last night… you used him. Even if he consented, you pushed for it... it feels like you used him. You must make up for it, or outright disappear from his life to prevent hurting him anymore…

Out of guilt, you scrub your skin raw under the scorching hot water of the shower, hoping to get rid of any phantom traces of last night's happenings.

You come out of the bathroom in a cloud of steam, with a towel tightly wrapped around your body, resolute on packing your bags and finding another place to live. Even if the location is close to your work, and a beautiful park, and the lease split into two makes it a ridiculous bargain. You're going over numbers and places in your head, when you bump into Taehyung in the hallway.

"Come have breakfast, I made us pancakes!" He smiles, a shy curve to his lips. His hand grasps yours before you can even refuse, and your cheeks blush at the warm contact.

Your heart's pounding so hard inside your ribcage, you think you might faint. At the pit of your stomach there's a brew of emotional turmoil awakened by your conflicting feelings towards Taehyung, and what happened between you. It's wrong, wrong, wrong , and you shouldn't touch him anymore. Because fucking Taehyung that night to forget about Hoseok was like scratching an itch. It brought momentary relief, yes... But it will eventually bleed .

"I made them with a touch of cinnamon and extra butter, just the way you like it." Taehyung ushers you to sit on a stool in front of the kitchen bar, where an abundant, fruity, pancake feast is waiting. Taehyung smiles in contentment at the way your eyes ogle the plate before you, before rushing to the fridge mumbling something about missing orange juice.

A syrupy, bleeding heart glares at you from the top of your pancake pile. Your stomach churns at the sight.

"T-Tae…" The brunette looks up from where he is rummaging through the fridge. "About last night-"

"I can wait." Taehyung interjects, busying himself with serving you a glass of juice.

You are stunned into confusion, gaping at your roommate on the other side of the bar like he's grown a second head. Taehyung smiles, a full, boxy smile that wrinkles the corners of his eyes.

"I love you." Taehyung confesses, airily, like he's talking about the weather. "I can wait for you to figure your feelings out. I've been doing so for a while now." He hands you the glass of orange juice.

A light chuckle escapes his lips as he sits back and watches you go into silent panic. Your mouth gapes like a fish out of water, you briefly wonder if it's some sick joke, in retaliation for last night. But it can't be, Taehyung's not like that. It can't be when he's looking at you with such unfiltered adoration and mirth in his eyes. The brunette stabs a piece of his own pancakes with a fork, and busies himself enjoying his breakfast. You follow the piece going into his mouth, and he makes a show of how tasty and delicious it is: moans, and eye rolling to the back of his skull, and an annoying curve to his lips that have your mind reeling.

"I-I didn't know… " You stutter, averting your gaze to your own plate. You heart's at its maximum capacity, one more tease and it'll burst.

"Of course you didn't," Taehyung dismisses with a wave of his hand. "I only hinted at it a couple hundred times." There's no bitterness in his voice, but playful intention. He's still teasing you.

"Are you for real?" You choke on a piece of fruit. Flashbacks of every single "flirty" interaction between you two that you had dismisses as Taehyung being "friendly" rush to the front of your mind.

"Kidding. I never hinted at it consciously, not even once." Taehyung chuckles. Is that sarcasm? You can't understand sarcasm.

"Dummy." You glare at him, with a mouthful of strawberries.

"You are the dummy." Taehyung grins, reaching over the bar to flick at your forehead. "But you are my dummy." His lips lean to kiss your forehead, a brush so delicate it's barely there.

"I'll always be by your side. I realized it yesterday, when I saw you crying like that, that I always want to see you smile."

Ironically, Taehyung's words bring tears to your eyes. Your eyeballs feel like they're about to burst from so much crying, but you figure the unpleasantness is worth it. So long as the reason behind it is Taehyung.

#btsguild #bts smut #kim taehyung x reader #kim taehyung smut #kim taehyung imagines #vee writes

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nightskyhoseok · 5 years ago

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Autopilot - Jimin (M)

Summary: You’ve always had a thing for your friend Jimin, and that comes with fantasies - ones you’d never dare tell another soul. So when you’re all caught up in Dark Souls and your friend Chihye starts asking you about him, your mind turns to autopilot and your secrets are revealed to more than one...

Genre: Smut

Warnings: dirty talk and mild body worshiping

Word Count: 2.8K

Link to the YouTube video for this one-shot!

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A curse slipped out past your lips as the familiar sound of your character’s death thrummed through your speakers, filling your ears with the morbid tune, the words “YOU DIED” appearing on your TV screen. You dropped your controller on the bed and slipped your hands into your hair, frustrated with yourself as the game began to load your respawn ever so slowly. A snicker from beside you drew your attention away and you couldn’t help but stare at your friend as she laughed at your embarrassing attempt to take on the boss known as Kalameet.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Chihye teased, rolling her eyes at you as she sat up. “It’s not my fault you suck.”

“Thanks, Chihye. That makes me feel much better,” You said sarcastically, glancing back at the TV to see that you had already respawned. You quickly grabbed your controller and readied yourself to take on the boss again, even though a lingering voice in the back of your head screamed “give up!”

“Hey, maybe this time actually do some damage,” Chihye said and laid back down, grabbing her phone to scroll through her timeline again, like she always did. You reached around to grab one of your pillows and smacked her in the face with it, but by the time she got up to yell at you, you were already engrossed back in your game, blocking out all external distractions. “Pussy.”

“Eat my ass,” You snapped back at her. “I’ll have you know this is the hardest boss and he hits fucking hard, so be a little more understanding, okay?”

“Fine.” Chihye groaned loudly and rolled onto her side, watching you make your way down the ladder to approach the black dragon. You honed in onto the dragon, drawing your weapon to make a swift approach. It swiped its claws at your character, but your reflexes allowed you to press down on the buttons of your controller, letting you roll out of the way in time to avoid its attack. A sudden buzz on the blanket beside you caught your attention just for a split second, but you were able to regain your focus, dodging a deadly attack just in time.

Chihye scrambled to sit up and picked up your phone, looking at the notification on the screen. From the corner of your eye, you could see a deathly smirk overtaking her face. She laughed to herself and held your phone closer to her face. You always wondered how she still had perfect vision even though she stared at her phone screen all day. Then again, you weren’t that different with your video games.

“Jimin texted you. He says he’ll be here in five minutes,” Chihye read aloud. “Ooh, let’s see what little old Y/N has been talking about with her boyfriend.”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” You said automatically, still focused on the game. You jumped slightly as the dragon flew into the air and let down a devastating breath attack, taking down half of your health within seconds.

“Well, you still like him.”

“I don’t, Chihye,” You lied through your teeth.

“Seriously? Who calls their friend at 2 in the morning and stays on the phone with them for almost four hours? You don’t even do that with me! It’s a sign!”

“Yes, it’s a sign that you’re delusional,” You snorted, earning a groan from your roommate.

“No, you’re delusional. It’s obvious you like him,” Chihye insisted, slipping your phone into your lap. With one hand, you grabbed your phone and set it aside on the bedside table, all the while still playing your game with your other hand. Chihye noticed and whistled, brushing off your shoulder. “Look at you.” You smiled and glanced over at her before returning to the screen. “Anyways, don’t try and run away from this. You like him. It’s obvious.”

“And how is it obvious?” One more strike had finally brought the black dragon to half its health, and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself at your accomplishment. You looked to Chihye, expecting her to congratulate you on getting this far, but she stayed in her own little fantasy world.

“One, you always talk about him. Two, you are always talking him. Three, when you’re not with me, you’re with him. Four, I just know.”

“I just know,” You repeated in a mocking tone, wincing when Chihye slapped the side of your arm.

“Hey! Don’t make fun of me. I know a lot more about relationships than you do, missy.”

“Of course you do, you’ve been with like 12 guys this year alone.”

“And you’ve been with…” You turned to glare at her, but she gave you a shit-eating grin, one that you couldn’t fight because you knew it was true. You simply huffed in defeat and twisted your head back to the TV. “Exactly. A grand total of one.”

A moment of silence took over the room, the only sound being the game’s soundtrack and sound effects playing through your speakers. You shifted uncomfortably, your mind wandering to Jimin. God, you really did like him. Hell, maybe you even loved him. But you had no chance. Jimin was probably the most beautiful man you’ve ever met. With those looks, you wouldn’t be surprised if he’d been with every person at your university. You considered yourself lucky to even be able to be called his friend.

“Even if I did like him, I’d have no chance,” You said suddenly, startling Chihye slightly. She tilted her head and pouted, then leaned back into the pillows at the head of your bed. A small frown decorated your lips, but you pushed your feelings aside and focused on your game again.

“How long have you two been friends again?” Chihye asked.

“Since freshman year,” You answered in a monotonous tone, your brain automatically turning to autopilot as you were engrossed in the game completely.

“And you met-”

“In my Programming course. We got paired for a project.”

“So almost two years. And you never, not once, felt anything for him?” Chihye continued, pushing for more answers.

“I mean, yeah I liked him for a while, but it just kind of went away on its own,” You explained, cutting yourself off with a curse as you took a particularly hard hit from the boss.

“Did you ever want to kiss him?”

“Have you seen his lips?” You smiled to yourself, thinking about his beautiful pink, plump lips. It’s all you could focus on when he was talking, and you’d often have to snap yourself out of your trance before he got the chance to notice you staring.

“Have you ever wanted to sleep with him?”

“I think everyone does.”

“You still wanna fuck him?”

“Yeah, sure, why not?” You hummed, smiling as the health bar of the boss dropped to less than a quarter of its fullness.

“Have you ever had a wet dream of him?” Chihye asked, a small smirk painting her lips as she watched you answer without even thinking.

“Yeah, a couple,” You admitted.

“You ever touch yourself thinking of him?”

“Of course.”

“Did you ever- oh shit.”

Chihye stared towards the door, and it took her a few seconds to process what she was seeing before tapping on your shoulder. You pushed her hand off, but cheered out a silent “yes!” as the dragon boss fell to the ground, the triumphant music playing in the background as the words “VICTORY ACHIEVED” popped up. You set your controller down and turned to Chihye, who looked like she had just seen a ghost.

“What?” You questioned. She lifted her hand and pointed her finger to the doorway, and as you turned your head to see what she was pointing at, a familiar face filled your view. Your heart dropped at the sight of Jimin standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame as he stared at you. Something was different in his eyes. You froze for a moment, thinking back to what you were saying before. You quickly clasped your hand over your mouth and stared at Chihye, who was just shaking her head in disappointment. “How long has he been there?”

“Long enough,” Jimin said in a low tone. Chihye hurried to stand up and grab her bag, rushing to put on her sandals.

“Where are you-”

“Oh, look at the time! I’m totally late for my class,” Chihye laughed.

“But, Chi, it’s Sunday, we don’t have any-”

“Haha, I would love to stay and chat but I’ve gotta go. Bye!” Chihye rushed out of the room, stopping behind Jimin to give you a wide smile and a thumbs up before running off. You groaned and buried your face in your palms, listening to Jimin walking closer. The bed sank down slightly, indicating he had sat beside you.

“You beat Kalameet?” Jimin asked, picking up your controller. You snapped your hands away from your face, embarrassed of the blush that was spreading across your cheeks at a quick rate.

“U-Um yeah,” You said nervously. “Just beat him.”

“Good job. He’s a tough one.” Jimin smiled as he handed you the controller. You reached over to take the controller, jumping slightly when his skin touched yours, undoubtedly burning from the embarrassment. “I still have to beat him.”

“I guess it just takes practice.”

Jimin suddenly leaned over and ran his fingers over the controller, tight in your grip, and pressed down on the home button, exiting out of the game. You slowly turned to him to see a smirk on his face, eyebrows quirked up in curiosity.

“I have a question,” Jimin asked, drawing out his words as if to the beat of your heart. You drew your mouth into a straight line, unsure of what to say. Jimin gripped the controller, still in your hands, and led it down to the edge of the bed, making you set it down on the comforter. His fingers ran up your arm and under your chin, lifting it up slightly as he tilted his head, giving you a lustful look. “Do you still want to fuck me?”

You nearly ran out of the room at that point, but something switched off inside of you, feeling his fingers against you, his eyes boring into yours, his breath hot and heavy against your skin. You looked down at his lips, and it seemed that was all Jimin needed to answer his question as he smashed his lips against yours, grasping the sides of your face to pull you closer.

His tongue slipped into your mouth and danced with yours after he explored all corners of your mouth. He scooted closer and tilted his head, allowing further access to those lips that you had desired for so long. He slightly moaned into the kiss, the sound shooting straight down to your core as you took a deep breath in, trying to keep your composure.

Your eyes slowly closed, enjoying the sensation of Jimin’s teeth lightly grazing over your bottom lip. When you looked at him, his eyes grew darker with lust, and his hands tightened on your waist as he moved his lips down to your neck, sucking at the sensitive skin. You winced and gripped at his hair, pulling slightly, earning a groan from him.

“You have no idea what you do to me, Y/N,” Jimin moaned against your skin. His hands moved to your shoulders and pressed down, pushing your back onto the mattress as he climbed over you, his eyes darkening even further. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought of you. Thought of this perfect body. So beautiful.”

Jimin moved back slightly to raise your shirt and bunch it up underneath your breasts, then placed a wet, open mouthed kiss to your stomach. You jolted from the sudden touch, feeling Jimin smirk against your skin.

“So sensitive.” Jimin straddled your waist and leaned over you, his hair falling onto your forehead as his breath hit your lips. “Do you want me?”

“Fucking yes,” You said, rising up to connect your lips with his. He smiled into the kiss and brushed your hair back with his hand, then pulled away and slipped his hands past your pajama pants and panties, swiping his fingers over your already drenched slit.

“Damn, you're dripping and I’ve barely even touched you. Do I get you that excited?”

You nodded weakly as he pushed two fingers into your core, stretching you out. You gripped the back of his neck, nails digging into his skin as he pumped his fingers into you, scissoring them to loosen you up. It had been so long since you’ve had someone touch you properly, let alone touch you at all.

“So warm and tight. I can’t wait to pound this cute little pussy.”

You whined at his words, desperate for more than just his fingers.

“Jimin, no more teasing. I need you now. I need to feel you,” You whispered in between pants.

“You sure you can fit all of me? It might hurt,” He laughed.

“Shut up you cocky bastard and just get naked already.”

Jimin laughed at your sudden need, but he followed your wishes and stood up, stripping off his clothes until he was completely naked.

Your eyes stayed glued to his length as he climbed back over you and tugged your pajamas and panties down in one swift movement. He threw them somewhere else in the room and kissed your lips briefly before speaking.

“Condoms?” He asked, quirking up an eyebrow.

“Bottom drawer,” You said. Jimin leaned over and reached into the bottom drawer, pulling out a silver packet. He opened it with his teeth and rolled the condom onto his length, slowly stroking himself before positioning himself between your legs. He hoisted your thighs over his shoulders and slowly pushed himself into you, earning a sinful moan from the both of you as he settled into your heat.

“Oh fuck,” Jimin moaned, gripping the bedsheets as he twitched inside you, already feeling himself unravel from the feeling of your pussy alone. You caught your bottom lip between your teeth as he pulled back, then pushed back in slowly. “Goddamn, you feel amazing.”

“You too,” You tried to say calmly but it came about as more of a loud moan than anything. He smirked and began to pick up a steady pace, fucking into you while his gaze locked on you. His mouth hung open as his hips moved faster, slapping against the skin of your thighs. You could feel your walls gripping him, pulling him in further, like you never wanted to let go of him.

“You want this cock so much, don’t you?” Jimin smirked, leaning down to ghost his lips over yours. You cried out from the new angle as his cock hit a spot deep inside you that had you trembling from the sensation. “You feel so fucking good, baby. So fucking good. You were made for me. Your pussy was made for my cock.”

“Oh my god, Jimin. More,” You moaned, your nails dragging down his back as he continued his movements, your wetness sliding down his length with every thrust. He let one of your legs go and slid his hand down to your clit, rubbing circles into the sensitive nub. You nearly screamed from the stimulation, but you held through it, and stared deep into Jimin’s eyes as he fucked into you steadily.

“Don’t stop looking at me.”

“Fuck, Jimin, please. I’m so close. Please.“

“Cum, baby. Cum for me.”

With those words, he simultaneously pinched your clit and hit your g-spot, sending you into a whirlwind of passion as you reached your high, screaming out Jimin’s name and profanities of all kinds. A flash of white took over your vision for a second, but you were able to ground yourself again in time to watch Jimin slow his thrusts, grunting out your name as he spilled into the condom, twitching inside your aching walls.

You laid there, trying to catch your breath while Jimin carefully pulled out of you, tearing off the condom before throwing it away and joining you on the bed. He pulled you up to the head of the bed and covered you with a thin sheet, slipping in beside you, his hand gently petting your hair.

“You did so good,” Jimin said.

“Mmm,” You hummed in response, too tired to form any coherent sentences.

“You okay?”

You nodded, smiling at his kindness. It was one of the many things you loved about this man, and you were glad it was still here.

Jimin moved closer and wrapped his arms around you, pulling your head into his chest as he traced circles on your lower back, placing a kiss to your forehead.

“Rest, now. I’ll be right here with you.”

You smiled to yourself as you drifted off to sleep, Jimin staying beside you the entire time.

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thereadingcycle · 5 years ago

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PLEASE DO #1 of the OTP PROMPTS

Hi! It has been forever since I’ve posted and since I’ve written anything new, so I’m a little rusty, but I’m trying to get back into it. So here is your very very very late request. Enjoy!

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8:00

They had agreed to meet at eight, and sure, Draco had gotten there fifteen minutes early, which he considered the polite thing to do, but he honestly didn’t expect his date to show up at 8 o’clock on the dot.

8:10

He was probably just stuck in traffic. He obviously couldn’t shoot Draco a text to let him know that he would be late, because he was driving. He was a smart guy, and smart guys don’t text and drive. Draco liked that about him.

8:20

Maybe he had gotten the time wrong. Draco had scrolled back through their messages at least ten times before leaving the house to make sure he had the time right, but most people weren’t as thorough as him. His date probably thought they were meeting at 8:30. Although, Draco did send him at text at 8:00 to let him know that he was here…

8:30

Draco had been stood up. His date wasn’t coming. He stared at his empty phone screen, praying for a message to pop up for one last minute, but it remained void of notifications, so Draco turned it off and tucked it away. He balled his hands into fists to keep them from shaking, and he felt his face slowly turning red. Surely everyone here knew what happened. They were probably all silently pitying him while also feeling thankful that they weren’t him.

Draco finally lifted his head, ready to face the sad, knowing looks with a glare, but the only people in the parking outside of the theater were a couple standing by their car, and they were a little too preoccupied to notice him.

He let out a breath. Of course no one knew. As far as they could tell, Draco had come to see a movie by himself. He felt a sudden urge to go and buy a ticket anyway, and he followed it. Why should he miss out on seeing the movie just because some douchebag decided not to show up?

The previews were already playing, so it was easy for Draco to walk in unnoticed in the darkness and plop down in a random seat in the back. He felt proud of himself. He had come out to see a movie tonight, and he hadn’t let a stupid boy stop him from doing that.

That feeling of pride lasted him all the way until the movie started playing. Draco had never been the biggest fan of horror movies, but he found it so cute when his “date” went on and on about how much he loved them, that he decided to give it a chance. Now, alone, anxiety already running high, he was regretting his decision, and by the time the zombies had the protagonist surrounded, he was ready to leave, if only he wasn’t frozen to his seat in fear.

The most he could do was pull his feet up onto the seat, cover his ears, and close his eyes. It was no wonder he didn’t notice that the stranger who was previously sitting two seats away from him, had moved to sit next to him. He was only made aware when said stranger pulled one hand away from his ear so he could whisper into it.

“Hey, mate. Are you alright?”

Draco opened his eyes to see a boy who looked to be about his age. A boy who just also happened to be the hottest guy Draco had ever seen. He spent what felt like a full minute staring into those green eyes of his before he remembered that he had been asked a question.

“Fine,” He said hurriedly. He dropped his feet to the floor, crossed his arms, and looked straight ahead at the screen, but he was too hyper aware of the boy sitting next to him to actually see what was happening in the film. His ears started to burn. He must’ve looked so ridiculous.

“Are you sure?” the boy asked him. “Because you didn’t really look fine to me.” Draco chanced another glance at him. The look on the boys face was amused, but not mocking. He decided he would be honest.

“I hate zombies,” he said simply, and the stranger let out a quiet laugh. A sound that made Draco’s heart skip a beat.

“You hate zombies,” the boy started, and Draco loved the warmth in his tone. It was as if they were already friends, “and yet, you came to see a zombie movie all by your lonesome.”

Draco was not about to explain to some stranger that he had been stood up in the middle of a movie theater. “You know, you aren’t exactly supposed to talk during these things,” Draco informed him, and his sarcastic tone would’ve come across as playful and witty if the protagonist on the screen hadn’t let out a particularly ear-splitting scream that sent Draco at least three feet out of his seat.

The mysterious stranger laughed again, but he still wasn’t making fun of him, though Draco could tell that he was completely entertained by the whole thing. Draco was about to roll his eyes or flip him off or do something to regain the distant, nonchalant energy he normally seemed to carry, when the boy next to him did something unexpected. He took two fingers and dragged them across his lips, sealing them shut. Then he offered the same hand to Draco, palm up, asking a question without using words. He was hesitant, but he only needed the push of another zombie screech on screen to take it. Then the other boy turned his hypnotically green eyes back to the screen, and Draco did the same. He only watched half of the rest of the movie, the rest of the time he spent staring at their intertwined fingers on the armrest between them.

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Draco splashed some water on his face. As soon as the movie had ended, he’d rushed off to the bathroom. He wanted to avoid actually talking to the strange boy and the whole “you held my hand through half of a movie and I don’t even know your name; what comes next?” drama. His plan was to hide out in here until there was no possible way the boy was still out there.

He stared at his reflection in the mirror, watching the drops of water as they raced down his face, but when he looked at his own grey eyes, all he could see was the green of the other boy’s. When he got a towel to dry his hands and face, all he could feel was the pressure of the stranger’s hand in his, squeezing whenever anything too scary happened on screen. When he turned on his phone to check the time and saw a text from the guy who was supposed to be his date, all he could think about was what it would feel like to get a text from that stranger.

He’d made a mistake.

He raced out of the bathroom, hoping to catch him before he left, as a million questions swirled through his brain. What if he couldn’t recognize him? It was dark in there after all. What if he was already in his car? How would Draco know which one that was? Would he be willing to stop him if he was about to drive off? What if it didn’t mean anything to him? He could be just a stranger taking pity on a loner boy-

Just as he rounded the corner of the hallway leading to the bathroom, he crashed into someone, almost knocking them both to the ground.

“Whoa, were there zombies in that bathroom or something?” It was the boy. He put a hand on both of Draco’s shoulders to steady them both, and Draco was once again left speechless at the sight of him. He was even more good looking in the light.

“I- um- sorry,” he stammered, completely flustered.

“No problem.” The boy dropped his hands from Draco’s shoulders so he could offer him one to shake. “I’m Harry, and I was actually hoping I’d run into you.”

Draco shook it. “You were?”

“Yeah, I wanted you to answer my question from earlier.”

“Huh?” Draco tried to think back, but his mind was an endless loop of the same word. Harry. Harry. Harry.

“I wanted to know why you came to see a zombie movie by yourself if you hate zombies so much.” Harry smiled that amused smile at him.

“Oh,” Draco found himself wanting to be honest again, “I didn’t mean to come alone. I got stood up.” And just like that, Harry’s smile disappeared as fast as it had appeared.

“Someone stood you up?” He asked in disbelief. Then, giving Draco a once-over, he shook his head. “What an idiot. What’s this guy’s name? I just want to talk.”

Draco felt himself smiling. “He Who Shall Not Be Named is out of the picture, so it doesn’t matter. What about you? Why’d you come to this zombie movie alone.”

“Oh,” Harry said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m actually not here alone.” Draco felt his heart jump into his throat, and his palms begin to sweat; he was starting to panic. Was he here with a date?

“Oh!” Harry exclaimed, apparently reading the look on his face. “I’m here with my friends.” He gestured to two people waiting against the other wall. “Somehow I didn’t think they’d miss me too much if I switched seats.” Draco looked again and noticed that they were the couple he saw making out in the parking lot earlier…and they were doing it again.

“You know,” Draco said, looking back at Harry, “I think you’re right.”

They both stood there grinning at each other for a moment.

“So what do you say?” Harry asked, breaking the silence. “We’re about to go get some milkshakes. Save me from being the third wheel for once in my life?”

“I-” Draco started, but then his phone buzzed in his pocket signalling another text. Draco took it out to check.

8:45

Hey I’m sorry about our date. Something came up. Can we rain-check?

9:00

Hello???

10:34

Draco? I said I’m sorry. Are you ignoring me?

Draco looked back up. Harry raised his eyebrows.

“He Who Shall Not Be Named?”

Draco nodded. “One sec.” He typed out a quick text.

10:36

Sorry. Your loss.

And with that he shut off his phone again, giving Harry his full attention.

“So are you coming with us- uh…”

“Draco”

“Are you coming with us, Draco?” He loved the sound of his name in Harry’s mouth.

“Absolutely.”

12:27

Draco. It’s Harry. I had a great time tonight and I’m definitely holding you to your promise to try all the milkshake flavors at Rosmerta’s diner with me. When are you free next? :)

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itzagothamcitysiren · 4 years ago

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Welcome to the Family

so I wanted to update yesterday but I got too caught up finishing writing this installment and planning out the next couple of ones after this lol.

Quick thank you to everyone for the hearts and comments and support!!! It makes me smile when I get the notifications :)

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You’re Taking Up a Fraction of My Mind pt.3

Jason was exhausted by the time Bruce decided he was done training. His muscles hurt and his brain felt frazzled; Bruce had given him a decent beat down. The older man made Jason aware of how distracted he’d been during training, the bruise forming on his lower bicep from a kick Jason should’ve seen coming and dodged but didn’t. The boy wonder played it off as him just being tired from the night before. Bruce was Bruce, he knew Jason was only telling half the truth but didn’t press the matter further.

“You’ve been improving, I want you to keep it up.” Bruce said, before adding. “But make sure you’re head’s straight for tonight. I don’t want you slipping again.”

Make sure your head’s straight for tonight.” Bruce told him strictly, “You’ve been improving, I want to see the good work keeping up.”

Bruce sent him off for a shower and dinner as the sun had already set and their night was soon beginning. Jason scratched his head as he made his way out of the library. Did Bruce just compliment him then insult him? His eyes trailed to his corner when he walked through the secret door and paused. He wanted to go back to this morning, when his body and ego didn’t hurt so much. This morning had been so simple, domestic even; it was the complete opposite of what Jason Todd was and he wasn’t complaining.

He didn’t mind sharing his secret stash and spot to Halley, which was something he wouldn’t do for anyone else. The way she had her head resting in the crook of his neck, laid up against him, he felt a tingly sensation shot through his body as he thought back to it.

As he walked through the halls to get to the main stairwell he heard voices coming from the main entry way, pulling a face when the voice was clear as day. What the hell was Grayson doing here?

“I do wish you would’ve called Master Dick, I would’ve made up your room for you.” Alfred’s chastising voice was heard before Jason completely saw them.

“Sorry Al, I should’ve of called.” Dick laughed, guiltily rubbing the back of his neck. “It was kind of a last minute thing, you know? I almost couldn’t get the flight I wanted, I had to name drop Bruce to pull some strings.” He laughed again.

Jason scoffed at his predecessor. Whenever Jason gave Alfred a nickname, he was scolded but Dick had just gave him one and he didn’t say anything. Jason looked at them, debating on going back to hide in his corner of the library for a while until he could get to his room unnoticed. They blocked the path to the stairs and he wasn’t in the mood for Grayson now.

“Well you’re here now.” Alfred said. “Go bring your bags up to your room, dinner will be ready shortly. I’m afraid it’s nothing special, I’ve been otherwise occupied.”

Dick had a look of knowing, remembering the message Alfred had left him a few days again. The annual Wayne Enterprises Charity Gala was coming up and the butler was not letting Dick get out of it this year. He was able to get out of it last year, being away on Titan duty. It wasn’t that he totally hated galas, he just preferred to not have to go. The stuffy suit, having to socialize with the snooty elites of Gotham, all he could say was at least the food was always worth it.

Dick was about to talk but his attention was brought elsewhere, hearing the floor creak. He looked up into the adjacent hall, seeing Jason standing there, almost like a dear caught in headlights. He appeared to be trying to back away, causing Dick to look at him with a cocked eyebrow.

“Jason,” he greeted almost sternly, the name leaving his lips more harshly than intended.

It was Jason’s turn to cock an eyebrow. What did he do now? Why was he being glared down by Dick fuckin’ Grayson? He fixed a smirk on his face, now looking like his normal ‘cool’ self, he greeted him right back, almost sneering as he spoke, “Dick,”

Dick narrowed his eyes even more, knowing the joke all too well; with a name like his, the joke had long gone stale but the fact that a kid was disrespectful enough to make it, almost set him off. Alfred cleared his throat, breaking the coming fight off before it could start.

“Master Todd,” Alfred only used last names when he disapproved. “Why don’t you go collect Miss Halley and let her know dinner is almost done. She should still be in her room.” Alfred didn’t as much as sound like he was asking, more of telling.

“I got it Al,” Dick said quickly after the butler finished. He took in Jason’s sweaty appearance, and noted how he come from the direction of the entrance to the Batcave. It was also a Saturday afternoon and he knew Bruce hadn’t changed since he left. Almost cockily he nodded at the younger boy, “Rough session with Bruce?”

“No,” Jason spat, crossing his arms against his chest. He was sick of everyone treating him like this; he didn’t even do anything this time. “Quite the opposite actually,” it was a lie, but who the hell did Dick think he was?

He began his decent up the stairs, his ears perking when he heard Alfred scold Dick, calling him by his last name and saying how that was uncalled for. Jason smirked, knowing that at the end of the day Alfred did care and have his back. He made his way to his room, hearing Dick following a few steps behind him. He reached his door, almost tempted to knock on Halley’s before Dick could but didn’t want to test the older boy, at least in front of Halley.

Dick waited until Jason was inside his room before knocking on the girl’s door. He waited when he heard her calling out that she was coming. He eyed the doorknob when he heard a click, wondering why she had her door locked. When the door opened he smiled at her, wanting to shout out surprise but decided against doing that.

She looked up at him a smile on her own face, almost looking eager, but when she realized it was him her face morphed into a different one. She looked taken aback, and almost disappointed? Dick dropped his smile, himself disappointed as she stared up at him for a few seconds silently. He let out a lame hey, his heart beating a million times a minute as she just nodded at him.

“Hey,” She said back, scanning his face and wondering why he was here. She shook her head, realizing she was being rude. She brought back her smile, only Dick noting that it wasn’t has big as it was when she first opened the door. She fully swung the door open, “Sorry, I just thought you’d be Jason. What are you doing here?”

Dick followed her into the room, frowning as she spoke. She was expecting Jason, Kori’s words now ringing in the back of his head. He cleared his throat, leaving his bags in the hallway and walked into the room. “I was concerned. You didn’t answer my messages. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Realization struck her face, looking to her nightstand and the phone that had still been left untouched from this morning. She didn’t think before speaking, finding herself doing that a lot more lately than she cared to admit, “I’m sorry, I forgot to respond when I came back into my room later. I saw it this morning when I woke up and was going to but Jason took my phone before I could-, I’m sorry.”

“You were with Jason this morning?” Dick eyed her, his eye almost twitching. A pang reached his chest as he looked out into the hall from the open door. He saw Jason’s closed door and swore he felt a blood vessel pop before turning back to Halley.

“Um, yeah.” She said quietly, now noticing what she did. Fuck, she cursed, wanting to slap herself in the face and push Dick out of her room. When did she become such a girl, she questioned herself. She’s a well-trained assassin; she’s killed people and she’s done terrible things but here she was fumbling over her own worlds and blushing for the hundredth time in days over the stupidest things.

“I was upset last night, he was making sure I was okay,” She said faltering, trying to make it sound anyway but the way she knew Dick would and was assuming.

She knew how his mind worked, remembering back when they’d been on a mission together with the Titans and he’d gotten strangely protective and overbearing when they teamed up with Aquaman’s sidekick, Aqualad. Garth had been a flirt but it went right over the girl’s head, never having interacting with someone that way until Dick started pointing it out and sending eye daggers to the Atlantean.

Dick frowned, letting his eyes trail around her room, not being here in a while; it’d been too long now that he thought about it. He hadn’t been a really good ‘whatever he was to her’ recently, having left after a week or two after she originally returned. He’d come to visit a couple of times afterwards but never stood for long. He’d just left her here and passed on his responsibility of her to Bruce. It was just too hard for him to stay at the manor for that long. He worked so hard to escape Bruce’s shadow and being back was a constant remember as to why he left. But maybe it was time to move back to Gotham, he pondered.

“How are you?” He asked, noting the pile of clothes at the foot of her bed, which was still left unmade. The room wasn’t a total wreck but he couldn’t help but noticed how it wasn’t up to Alfred’s standards. He chuckled, knowing that he probably hasn’t seen the room in this state yet, because injury or not, Alfred would not let this fly. He moved to start making her bed, not wanting her to overdo it.

“You don’t have to do that,” she hurried over to swat his hands away, moving to start pulling the sheets up herself. He swatted her away, giving her a cheeky smile and telling her to start working on putting her clothes away. She didn’t fight him and moved away from the bed.

“You didn’t answer my question,” He said, looking up from his work.

“I’m fine.” She shrugged, reaching down to grab the t-shirts to start folding them.

He could tell she wasn’t being honest as she bit the inside of her cheek. He knew it was a nervous habit of hers and constantly reprimanded her to stop doing it. Do you really want to get sores in your mouth, he’d scold her. He also knew she wasn’t being honest with him because she refused to fully look him in the eyes. He let out a large sigh, fluffy out her pillows after finishing pulling up the sheets and comforter up.

“Gotham’s tough,” He started, laying the pillows up against the headboard. “It’s not like back in Jump City where we run around chasing boozo’s like Doctor Light or Mad Mod. Sure, we get the occasional guy like Brother Blood, but it’s not like anything here. I shouldn’t have just thrown you out here alone.” Dick frowned, his tone apologetic and laced with guilt.

Halley unclenched her jaw, busying herself with putting the folded shirts into her dresser. She shrugged her shoulders, brushing him off. She didn’t want to keep dwelling on last night. Whenever she dwelled on things she’d find herself spiraling soon after until she couldn’t deal with it and run. And it wasn’t like last time where she could go back to the tower and leave the manor. Granted, she technically could, the Titan’s made it pretty clear she’d always be welcomed but this time around she found herself not wanting leave the manor.

“It’s okay to be upset, Halley,” Dick pressed, determined to get his point across not understanding that he was only making her clamp up even more.

“I just don’t want to talk to you about it.” She said, her short temper simmering slowly. She bit her lip as she saw her words had genially upset Dick. The man she knew to never shut up was rendered speechless and she couldn’t help but feel bad. She tried retracting her statement and apologize but he raised his hand at her to stop.

“It’s okay,” He said softly. He crossed his arms across his broad chest. It was his turn to bit his lip before speaking, his voice calm but sounding regretful. “We used to be really close. You used to tell me everything and now you’re not.” He began now taking a seat on the edge of the bed with a heavy sigh.

“You call Kori instead of me. You’re going to parties now, going out with friends and-,” he wanted to bring up Jason but stopped himself. “I just don’t know anything about what’s going on in your life anymore.” He paused, knowing he wanted to bring up one of their parting conversations when she returned to Gotham, him blaming it partially on why she’d been so distant from him recently. “Ever since I told you about your brother and what happen with Slade, things have been different between us.”

Halley winced after he brought it up, having tried pushing the conversation far into the back of her mind. After her father brought up having a family that he kept from her, he’d also mentioned how Dick and the Titan’s knew as well and never told her. She’d been hurt that she’d been lied to by not only her father but Dick. She wasn’t surprised her father lied, but Dick, she understood why he did but Dick was supposed to never lie to her, she’d put all her trust in him. She had forgiven him though, after he finally sat her down in her room in Titans Tower and told her everything.

She vaguely remembers the time when her father left her in the care of his associate, Wintergreen, as he went off to do a job without her. It was around the time when he first started taking her on jobs, but this one he deemed her to underqualified for, her later figuring out why. Deathstroke had been hired to kill Donna Troy, who had been Wonder Girl, until her father did the job.

Dick told her that it was still one of his biggest regrets and if he could he would take it back. He’d yet found out about he but he told her that he figured out Deathstroke had another kid, had a family. It made sense now that she thought back. He’d leave her with Wintergreen every now and then, sometimes for a few days, sometimes for weeks and now she knew why; he’d go back and play house with his wife and son while she’d been forced to train and have her childhood taken away from her.

Dick had inserted himself in her older brother Jericho’s life, formed a friendship with him. It was all fake of course, Dick was just using him to get information on Deathstroke. The friendship was one-sided at first, Dick said but then said he started to actually grow fond of the boy and began to back off, realizing just how wrong what he was doing was. But he said Jericho was persistent, not okay with Dick cutting him off suddenly. Dick said he was going to come clean and explain everything to her brother but her father had caught onto what Dick was doing and followed them as they met one day. Too no surprise, her father tried killing Dick but Jericho, who had no idea about his father’s life, stepped in the way; the bullet intended for Dick met Jericho and that’s how her father’s hatred for Dick Grayson and the Titan’s began.

That hadn’t been the reason why Halley hadn’t been talking to Dick as much as before. It did make her look at him a different way though. She still saw him for who he was but she also saw him as someone who’d made mistakes. She had always saw him as this perfect and happy person, incapably of anything terrible. She looked up to him and as cheesy and pathetic as it sounded, she looked up to him like a hero.

“It’s not because of that,” she tried to ensure him, moving to sit next to him. “I forgave you for that. That wasn’t all your fault. My father was just as to blame as you, even more so. He should’ve known to not do anything with his son there.” She placed a comforting hand on his arm, knowing how it still ate him up inside.

She let out a sigh that could’ve been misconstrued as one of annoyance. She wasn’t annoyed at him, she was just sick of there always being some big dramatic conversation waiting to be happened every other day at this rate. Everything was so complicated all the time.

“I-I just don’t know how to talk to you about certain stuff, I guess.” She settled.

It wasn’t a lie. She really didn’t want to go talking to Dick Grayson about her current issues, if that’s what she even wanted to call them. He’d be the last person she’d think to call for help putting an outfit together for a party or for advice on why Jason had been acting so stupid. She just didn’t see those conversations ending well. And the whole Zsasz thing, well, she just wanted to move on from it and if she had to keep talking about it she never would; Jason had already helped her move past it for the most part and then Dick had to show up and bring it back up.

“Well I just want you to know that I’m here to listen.” Dick nodded, knowing that it’d be best to drop everything. For now, anyways. He patted his hands on his knees, standing up, trying to instantly go back to his normal chipper self. “Dinner?”

“I’m not that hungry but it’s not like Alfred will let me skip out,” she chuckled, standing up herself as the pair began to head downstairs.

Dick eyed Jason as he excited his room right as they had, as if he’d been ease-dropping and knew they were leaving, Dick noted with a eyebrow raised. Halley greeted Jason with a smile, asking him how training was. Dick listened to their conversation as they walked, staying a pace behind them. He totally caught that look Jason shot her as she laughed about something he said. Oh, he was definitely thinking it was time to move back to Gotham.

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saysomethingspiderman · 4 years ago

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Something Wonderful (PT. 8)

Synopsis: During your time as a professional photographer, you had come across incredibly good looking men, but there was just something about Tom that stood out. Who would have thought shooting the self-titled “walking meme” would change your life forever?

Chapter word count: 7.4k

Warning: some smut

Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four // Part Five // Part Six // Part Seven // Part Eight

Tom surfaced the next day around lunch time. He shuffled out of your bedroom looking more than a little sorry for himself; his hair stuck up at all angles, his face had a sheen of sweat and he held the duvet around him like it was the only thing helping him hold himself together. Without that duvet, he would simply crumble into the hungover mess he was. When you heard a small groan from behind, you turned from the microwave in the small kitchenette and burst out into a fit of laughter.

“Wow, I’m glad you didn’t look like this when we first met,” you giggled and immediately switched the kettle on. He needed a coffee. Immediately. With a nod towards the couch you told him to lie down and grabbed a couple of paracetamol from the drawer by the sink. “Out of ten, how bad you feeling?”

“That’s too small a scale,” Tom grumbled into the cushions after dropping down onto the couch. He lifted his head just enough for you to feed him the pills and then he curled back up with the duvet over his entire body to block out any light. “I don’t even remember leaving,” he said after a pause.

Ah. So he didn’t remember what he’d said. Typical.

Giving a shrug of your shoulder, you moved over to make yourself busy with making Tom a coffee. “It actually wasn’t that late a night. Well, not as late as I thought it would be. I think we got back around… Half two, maybe? Something like that. I actually wish we’d stayed longer to have another go on the karaoke,” she smirked and saw Tom’s body suddenly stiffen.

“How much of an embarrassment was I?” he asked slowly, expecting the worst.

After adding a splash of milk and a little sugar, you placed the steaming mug of coffee on the table in front of Tom. The smell forced him to sit up and he reached over, taking the drink in his hands. You gave a smile and sat on the smaller couch by the window as you said, “You actually weren’t that bad. Said a few things I know you didn’t mean, though.” With slightly squinted eyes, you watched his reaction to see if there was any recognition in what you were talking about. Had he really forgotten such an important thing?

“You just said I wasn’t that bad!” Tom argued in his croaky morning voice the coffee had yet to help. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I was an arse, wasn’t I?”

“No, no, you were fine. Honestly, Tom, you were fine. Anyway, it doesn’t matter what you said since you don’t remember.” The harshness in your tone wasn’t intended and it shocked not only Tom but you too. You gave a heavy sigh. “Sorry, I’m just a bit tired.”

Although you found the humour in Tom not remembering the night before and the drunken, silly fool he’d been, you had to admit that him not recalling the words he’d said grated on you. It was such an important moment in your relationship and had he stayed awake long enough after speaking, he’d have heard you return the feelings. How could you not love him? You felt it every time he woke up and smiled when he saw you lying next to him, every time he gave Tessa special smooches, every time he laughed at one of your jokes that was definitely not that funny. The way his eyes crinkled at the sides when he grinned away like an idiot made the butterflies in your stomach flutter like crazy. You would tell him, of course you would, but only when he was ready to hear it. That wouldn’t stop you teasing him, though. That was a good way to get rid of the annoyance, right?

“Just know that I really loved what you said,” you said and stretched out across the couch, ignoring his look of pure confusion as he racked his brain for anything memorable he could have said.

Tom shook his head a little and took another sip of his coffee. “I’ve no idea. Can’t you just tell me?” He stuck out his bottom lip like a child begging for one more cookie before dinner.

“Nope, figure it out for yourself, lover boy.”

The sound of your laptop dinging with a notification made you look over to where it was sat open on the kitchen table. You’d been waiting on an email so you hurried over and read the message, barely making it halfway through before a squeal of delight escaped from behind your lips.

“Are you purposely trying to make my head explode?”

You laughed at Tom’s miserable face and gave his hair a ruffle on your run back to your bedroom. “I have to pack!” The clothes were thrown from your wardrobe, landing here, there and everywhere. The small suitcase of summer clothes sat at the back, untouched since you returned from the States all those months ago. Even though it was summer, England had yet to actually realise that; there had only been a small handful of days where it was warm enough not to wear a jumper.

“Care to share what you’re packing for?” came Tom’s voice from the doorway as he pulled a tank top off his head, having been tossed in his direction. He folded his arms across his chest and leaned against the doorframe. “Are you leaving me for someone much more handsome?”

“Oh don’t be silly,” you said flippantly and tugged the suitcase out onto the carpet. “If I was, I’d do it while you weren’t here. It’d be a bit obvious, don’t you think?” You glanced his way and gave a cheeky grin, then unzipped the suitcase to go through what would be suitable.

“Well where are you going then?” he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed beside where you sat on the floor. His eyes widened slightly when he took notice of the contents you were rifling through and he reached down to pull up an incredibly skimpy red swimsuit. “Also, more importantly, why have I never seen this before?” He twirled it around his finger, the little piece of material barely skimming your face.

Before it had the chance to scratch an eye out, you grabbed it from his grip and threw it to the side. “Because it’s not suitable for children. And sorry, I sort of didn’t explain myself,” you laughed and leaned against his leg. As though on instinct, his hand found your hair and began to twirl a strand. “Guess who wants me to shoot their cover?” The excitement was evident in the way your whole body practically shook, almost bursting to scream. “Vogue! Vogue want me! Me!”

Tom’s arms had wrapped you into a squeeze before you’d even finished the sentence. He kissed your neck and jaw and side of your head, wherever he could reach from where he was sat. “That’s amazing, bub,” he said softly, holding you tightly enough to push all the air from your lungs, but you didn’t care. He managed to catch your lips in a kiss when you turned towards him. “Really, darling, I’m so proud of you.”

The skin on your cheeks warmed and you gave a shy smile. “Well I wasn’t their first choice,” you said quickly, for some reason not wanting him to think you were that successful. “They had someone else who had to pull out so I was their second choice. Or maybe their third or fourth or whatever since it’s such short notice and not everyone would be able to do that…”

“Hey, don’t put yourself down like that,” he said sternly, brows furrowed slightly. He held your chin between his fingers and tilted your head up so he could give you another kiss. “First choice or not, they still want you. And I don’t see why they wouldn’t. They’d be stupid not to have you.”

Being your own worst critic, it was nice to hear those words.

“Anyway, where are you going?” he continued, glimpsing the amount of bikinis you’d piled up.

“Oh. Right. Yeah. Uh, Greece,” you said and chewed the skin on your lower lip. It was usually Tom’s schedule that changed at a moment’s notice and now he had the time off work, it was yours that was doing a complete one-eighty. “Milos, to be precise. One of the islands.” A thought then popped into your head and you sat up a little straighter as you turned fully to him with a big grin. “Do you want to come? We can make a whole long weekend out of it! I’ll just change my flight coming back home and pay the difference. It’ll be fun!”

Tom couldn’t help but smile at how giddy you were. He took a hold of your shoulders to stop you from wiggling around so much, jittery from the buzz the email had given you. “You know what? That sounds perfect,” he smiled and kissed the tip of your nose. “When do we leave?” He pulled his phone from the back pocket of his jeans and opened one of his apps to look at getting a plane ticket for himself.

“Yeah. Um, that’s the short notice part,” you said with a slightly nervous laugh and moved your attention back to what you were packing. “The flight leaves in six hours.”

Without missing a beat, Tom gave a nod, kissed the top of your head and then hurried out of the flat with the promise to pick you up in a couple of hours. While he was gone, you went through the holiday clothes you had from the year before and packed them neatly back in the suitcase, leaving the unwanted clothes in a pile in the corner of your room to be dealt with at a later date. There was no time for that now. After a quick shower to prepare yourself for the ten hour flight, you shoved on your usual travel outfit of leggings and a comfortable sweatshirt, and double checked you had all your equipment for the photoshoot packed securely in a separate case. There’d be no point in going at all if you forgot any of it.

As expected, Tom arrived in a taxi outside your flat the second you managed to track down your passport. You hauled your cases into the boot of the car, then climbed in next to Tom. He’d freshened up with a shower, too; the smell of his showergel made you want to lick every inch of his sweet skin. But that could wait until you arrived in Greece. Or at least were in the air.

“You’re looking a lot better than before,” you said after checking in at the airport and making your way through security. So far Tom hadn’t been recognised and as long as he kept his hat on, you prayed it stayed that way.

“Well I’ve probably overdosed on ibuprofen,” he said, rubbing his tired eyes. He followed close behind you as you strolled through the perfume stands, stopping to spray one every so often. “Can you even overdose on that or do they just say it to scare people into only taking one or two?”

You shrugged a shoulder and spritzed the newest Chanel onto your neck, the floral scent almost convincing you to buy it right then and there. “I dunno. I guess we’ll just have to wait and see if you lose consciousness. At least I’ll be somewhere nice and sunny while I mourn.”

“That’s all that matters,” he laughed and wrapped an arm across your shoulders as you continued browsing what the little department had to offer.

After a few makeup purchases were made (“Do you really need another nude lipstick? It’s the exact same as the one you always wear!” “It’s a completely different shade, Tom.”), the two of you just relaxed in a private lounge until the flight was ready to board. There were a few people who turned their heads when they recognised Tom but fortunately the two of you were left alone. It didn’t take long to get settled on the flight. You swapped your trainers for the slippers you’d shoved in your bag and relaxed in the seat next to Tom, who had already got comfortable with his neck pillow.

It only took a few episodes of New Girl for Tom to get bored of being on the plane. He tried to occupy himself with the games on his phone, eating food he wasn’t particularly hungry for and walked up and down the aisle a number of times to pass a whole five minutes. It even got to the point where he sat scrolling through the photos on his phone because he had nothing else to do. When he got to the very first pictures on his camera roll, he locked his phone and leaned over to your side. With a cheeky grin, he pushed your headphone to the side of your ear, bringing your attention away from Mamma Mia.

“You ever had sex on a plane?”

For a moment, you weren’t sure you’d actually heard him right. Was he serious? For one, you were right in the middle of arguably one of the best numbers in the film so it would simply be cruel to drag you away from watching Donna and the Dynamos perform “Souper Trouper”. And two… Well, there wasn’t another reason. But you still shook your head and said, “I’m not having sex on a plane, Tom. What if someone hears?”

“Then we can be quiet,” he said, though you knew full well he meant you would be quiet as more often than not, you made enough noise for the both of you.

“I can also be quiet while I watch this,” you replied, nodding your head at the screen attached to the back of the seat in front of you, the scene paused.

Tom leaned closer and pressed his lips to the spot just below your ear that made your legs instantly weak. “Are you sure?” he whispered and kissed your skin again.

Clearing your throat quietly, you took your headphones off and placed them inside your bag on the floor. Then, without so much as a smile to let him know he had won so easily, you stood and made your way through the aisle to the small toilet room at the back of the plane. A knock came just minutes later and you slid the door open to let Tom inside.

“Alright, if we get caught then I’m going to kill you,” you chuckled.

Tom’s only response was to lift you up onto the tiny counter and pull you close into a hungry kiss.

The two of you tried. You really did. It started off well with Tom’s hands working wonders between your legs, but at one point the tap turned on and soaked your bum, then a bit of turbulence shook the plane and caused his chin to whack your eye. You’d have been happy to ignore the little incidents had Tom’s foot not slipped into the toilet. It was a complete disaster that you couldn’t stop giggling at.

“I don’t think this is working,” you laughed as Tom shook his foot to try and get rid of as much water as he could, his nose scrunched up in disgust.

“Oh, you think?” he snorted and zipped up his fly before taking his trainer off so he could use the air dryer on it. “Maybe we can make up for it on the flight home.”

Not wanting to give people the wrong (or completely right) idea, you pulled your leggings back up, hopped off the counter and gave Tom’s cheek a kiss on your way out, leaving him to sort himself out. The silver lining was that you could now watch Mamma Mia in peace.

Tom’s trainer managed to dry out by the time the plane landed. The heat of the early morning sun instantly hit as you headed down the steep steps and you were tempted to just strip into the nude to help with the warmth. Without much trouble, Tom hailed a taxi outside the airport and you headed to the hotel.

“Well who knew when we woke up this morning, or yesterday morning, or whenever the fuck it was,” Tom laughed when the taxi pulled up outside the hotel, “that we’d be in Greece within a day.”

“Well you deserve this time to relax,” you said, unable to take your eyes away from the hotel.

It was simply beautiful. The white stone building looked as though it was cleaned multiple times a day with how bright it was against the sun’s beams. Porcelain tiles in colours of blues and whites paved the way to the entrance, where you were greeted with an enthusiastic receptionist. She’d definitely had their coffee this morning. After checking in, you headed to the room you had booked. The breeze from the open windows was a welcome feeling as you opened the door and Tom took the bags to put in the bedroom while you headed straight for the balcony that looked out onto the beach. For a moment, you closed your eyes and listened to the waves.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” Tom’s arms wrapped around your waist from behind and he left a kiss on your shoulder. “What time do you have to start work?”

“I don’t think I’ve got long, maybe an hour or so,” you said, though made no move to check all your equipment was safe and able to be used for the shoot. “What’ll you do while I’m out?”

“Hm, I’ve got an idea,” he said and gave your shoulder another kiss.

“Should I be worried?”

He chuckled softly and shook his head. “No, be excited. I hope you like it.”

“Okay, now I’m definitely worried,” you laughed and turned in his arms to catch the cheeky smirk on his lips. “Yep, definitely worried.”

“Don’t be, you’ll like it, I promise. Anyway, go get yourself sorted for the big shoot,” he smiled and gave your bum a light slap on your way back into the room.

It turned out that you didn’t have as much time as you’d thought so after rushing about to have a quick shower to wash the airplane from your skin, you hurried out to grab a taxi to take you to the other side of the island, mind still on what Tom had planned for your return.

With the help of a few members of staff at the hotel, Tom’s plan slowly started coming together. You were gone pretty much the entire day so he knew the risk of you accidentally stumbling upon what he was doing was low. He found the perfect spot on the beach beneath a couple of trees that he’d wrapped in fairy lights, and set a small table and a couple of chairs beneath them in the shade. The hotel had a spare sheet to cover the tabletop and he placed a candle right in the centre, waiting until you arrived to light it. Throughout the day he sent you texts to see how close to finishing you were but, understandably, you were only able to reply a couple of times because of how busy you were. It was only when the sun started to lower that you texted him, letting him know you were on your way back. Tom sprung into action. He hurried up the small hill to tell the chef to get started on the meal he’d organised and then headed to your room where he wrote a note and left it on the bed for you to find. After changing into the only shirt he’d brought, Tom gave himself a onceover in the mirror and went back down to the beach.

You only just missed Tom when your taxi pulled up outside the hotel. It hadn’t been the best day; the model had been an absolute diva, the rocks had been more slippery than they’d seemed (almost resulting in you having a broken leg), and there had been no food on site, meaning you’d gone pretty much all day with only having water to keep you going. All you wanted to do was get in bed and cuddle Tom. But you came to realise Tom had other idas when you found the note on the bed in your room.

Meet me out on the beach. Follow the petals. - Tom X

“Follow the petals?” you murmured with a small frown and looked around in confusion. Your face softened when you spotted the beginning of a trail out on the balcony, leading you down the steps. Following the red and pink petals on careful footsteps, not wanting to ruin them, you found yourself on the beach. The sand was clear so you took off your trainers and walked the rest of the way barefoot. Then you spotted Tom. He sat beneath one of the trees, the glow from the fairy lights giving his skin a golden hue. His leg was bouncing. Was he nervous?

Tom turned from looking out at the sea and his whole face visibly lit up at the sight of you. “Is this cheesy?” he asked with a quiet chuckle and ran a hand through his curls. “I know you don’t like things that are too cheesy.”

For a few moments you didn’t know what to say. He’d spent the day doing all this for you. “I love it, Tom,” you replied in a voice soft enough that you were afraid he hadn’t heard. “You didn’t have to do all this,” you said, a little louder this time as you joined him at the table.

“I know I didn’t,” came his simple reply as he lit the candle that sat between you. As if on cue, a waiter appeared with two dishes and placed them on the table. “I’d planned on taking you out anyway while I’m off work and since you completely changed my plans and dragged me along to Greece,” he laughed, “I thought I’d still go ahead and do it, with a few alterations.”

“Alterations meaning we’re on a beach instead of a restaurant and you having sand in your hair,” you chuckled, digging into the prawn starter.

“Yeah, exactly that,” Tom grinned and leaned away from the food to shake the sand from his hair.

While you demolished the mouthwatering prawns, you caught Tom up on your day, finally having a chance to moan. It wasn’t until the mains arrived that you realised how much you’d actually been talking about yourself and hadn’t taken the chance to ask Tom anything about his day.

“What? I mean, it’s pretty obvious what I’ve been up to all day,” Tom said with a shrug and took a sip of his beer. The sun had moved to its lowest point behind him and you took a moment to just stare at how gorgeous he was. He raised a brow. “What are you looking at? Have I got more sand in my hair?”

“No, no, you’re just pretty,” you grinned, reaching over to take a hold of his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “It’s so sweet of you to do all this. Really, Tom, it’s amazing.”

“Well I like to spoil my girl.” He returned the squeeze of your hand and then shifted in his seat, looking as nervous as he had before. He went to say something but something stopped him and he just smiled instead.

“Are you all right?” you questioned as he shuffled again.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” he assured and pushed his empty plate to the side so he could lean closer. “Great, actually. Well, more than great, I’m perfect, I’m-”

“Tom, you’re rambling,” you laughed, causing his cheeks to redden.

He shook his head as though to rid himself of whatever he was feeling. “I just… I just want to tell you that I… I, uh, I didn’t actually forget what I’d said the other night.”

It took you a moment or two to understand what he was talking about and when it hit, you brushed a piece of hair away from your eyes that the wind had blown into your face. Now he was making you nervous. Was he going to tell you that it was just a load of drunken nonsense?

“I hadn’t planned on saying it while drunk,” he continued, pulling you from your worries. “I wanted to tell you I love you while sober.”

A surge of happiness exploded in your chest, sending goosebumps along your arms and legs. A blush rose high on your cheeks and your eyes sparkled as they crinkled at the sides, your grin taking up your entire face. “You’re saying you love me, then?” you asked giddily with a slightly raised brow.

Tom licked his lower lip and gave a small nod. “Of course I do, darling. I love you. I think a part of me has loved you since I first laid my eyes on you.” He sat up straighter now he had a little more confidence. “I mean, if you don’t love me too then I take it back. I take it right back, I’ll give my love to someone else,” he laughed, nudging your foot under the table with his.

You joined in with his laughter and moved around the table so you could take his face in your hands, squashing his cheeks. “I love you too, you big idiot.”

The dessert of strawberries and ice cream was eaten through giggles and kisses with you sat on his lap. You would have given anything to take Tom’s hand and drag him back to your room but the temporary dining area had to be cleaned up. You didn’t really care that much. Now that the words had been said, it felt like there was a new type of connection between the two of you. A stronger spark of electricity. You pulled the lights from the trees while Tom collected the plates and tablecloth, then you carried everything back to the hotel.

When you got back to your room, Tom pushed you against the wall and kissed you hard, hand yanking up the skirt of your dress. His fingers were frantic as they stroked over you and he impatiently pushed aside your knickers to thrust one into you. As you moaned into his mouth, he sped his movements up and rubbed his thumb over your clit. Your toes curled and you pulled his hair roughly. He pulled his hand away and moved it to your waist as you shifted so you could wrap your arms around his neck. This time the kiss was slow, languid, a deep longing between you as though it had been weeks since you’d seen each other. Your fingers massaged the nape of his neck and he pulled you closer to his chest, sinking into his warmth.

“We don’t have to do this, you know,” Tom said against your lips as you pushed him back in the direction of the bed. “I know you’ve had a long day.”

“And what better way to use the last bit of energy I have?” you smirked and gave a sudden squeal as he lifted your body and threw you onto the mattress.

“Well that’s a very smart idea, darling.”

He looked fierce, like he knew exactly what he wanted: he wanted you. Seeking your lips, he lifted your chin. You sank back into the cushions as he kissed you over and over. With a little push from his fingers, the thin strap of your dress slipped from your shoulder and he pulled the material down to your waist, exposing your breasts. He played with your nipple, teasing it with his tongue before finally clamping down and sucking. The moan that escaped you was almost animalistic. Every flicker, tug and tease was felt in every inch of your body, growing into the warmth between your thighs. His hand palmed your other breast and you bit your lip. Had it always been like this, or was this because of the new feelings?

A part of you felt helpless because you wanted to please him but each tug on your nipple he did with his teeth made your mind go completely blank. You wanted to show him how much he meant to you but any ideas you had of blowing his mind (and other parts of his body) were forgotten as his hand found its way back up your dress and tore your knickers off. His fingers found his favourite spot between your thighs, feeling the wetness.

“Tom,” you breathed, unsure of whether you wanted him to stop so you could ravish him or if you were begging him not to pull away.

“I want to taste you,” he said, looking up at your through hooded lids, his eyes dark with lust.

Without much more than a nod, you pulled your dress the rest of the way down, kicking it to the floor when it settled around your ankle. You were desperate to have it away from you, wanting nothing more than to be completely naked with him and feel all of him. Tom flashed a grin as his eyes roamed over your body, taking in every inch with hungry eyes. He quickly ditched his shorts and shirt, tossing them over by your dress. Wasting no time with hesitations, Tom leaned down and kissed along your breasts and your stomach, pulling your knees apart as he finally kissed your most sensitive part. Your head fell to the side as you gave a soft moan, fingers tugging at his hair. A thin sheet of sweat built up across your skin as he did the most delicious things to you. Tom gave his own groans of pleasure as he tasted your sweet juices. Slowly, a tight need swelled up inside you, getting closer to the edge before breaking on a hot, intense orgasm. As you writhed on the bed, you pulled harder at his hair and bucked your hips against his mouth.

“God, you’re perfect,” Tom whispered as he began moving back up your body, leaving a trail of kisses along the way.

“My go,” you smirked when he started kissing just under your jaw, and reached down to stroke his throbbing cock.

“As much as I’d love that, I don’t think I’d last,” he replied into your skin with a small chuckle. A noise of protest came from him when you pushed him onto his back, releasing his lips from your neck. “Hey, I was enjoying that.”

“Oh, so you don’t want this then?” you asked, sitting up as you straddled him. With a teasing glint in your eye, you painstakingly slowly began moving your hips, pressing your heat against him.

“Darling, I’ve never seen such a beautiful sight,” he said and took a hold of your hips, just watching you for a moment, biting his lip. When he was unable to take the teasing any longer, he leaned over to the side table and pulled out a condom, hurriedly rolling it on. His hands went to your hips again and moved you back over him. You lowered yourself and guided his cock into your walls, gasping softly as he filled you. His grasp moved to your bum, fingers digging into your flesh as he lifted you up and down on top of him. Wanting to feel every part of him, you leaned down and buried your head in his neck, kissing his skin that was salty with sweat. He lifted you faster, pounding harder, moaning your name into your hair.

“Oh, fuck, Tom,” you cried over the slapping sound that filled the room as his thrusts quickened.

He rolled you back over so he was on top and you reached above your head, gripping the headboard. His mouth dropped to your breasts, pulling another desperate cry from your throat.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growled, thrusting again deeper into you.

A shiver moved through you as his hand slipped between your bodies, finding your clit. He was driving you crazy. He pushed faster, harder, filling you completely. Every time your inner muscles spasmed around his cock, he moaned and sped up, receiving groans of his own name from you, begging him not to stop. With a final stroke of your clit, your body trembled with an explosive orgasm. Tom’s fingers dug into your thigh as he joined you, spilling himself with a grunt.

“God, I love you,” he panted and pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder before rolling over onto his back, slipping out of you.

You released your hand from the tight hold it still had on the headboard. “Ditto,” you managed to whisper, panting almost as hard as he was. There was a huge ache between your thighs and even though you wanted to do pretty much anything else, you knew you had to go to the bathroom to clean yourself. After leaning over to give Tom’s cheek a quick kiss, you pushed yourself up from the bed, only to fall down on the floor before you’d even taken the first step; your legs had become too weak to hold up your weight. On the bed, Tom burst out laughing.

“This has never happened before!” you laughed, not bothering to even try and move.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he giggled and leaned over the side of the bed with tears in his eyes, struggling to stop laughing. The sight of him looking so blissful warmed your heart and you couldn’t help the grin that lit up your face. Was it normal to be this happy? Normal or not, you craved it like a drug and never wanted it to end.

The weather was a blessing during the rest of your stay in Greece. There was only one other day where you had to work and finish the rest of the shoot off, but after that it was just you and Tom. Every free moment you got that wasn’t spent sunbathing on the beach (mainly in that swimsuit Tom had found in your flat. Teasing him had become your new favourite hobby, especially when it led to him carrying you back to the room to have his way with you) or taking walks to enjoy the local culture was used to show each other exactly how much you loved one another. Whether that be in the bed, in the shower, the bath, even the balcony, you were making the most of it. Tom’s touches and whispers of your name was something you would never get used to. You never tired of listening to him.

“Oh come on, [Y/N], I’ve no one else to go through it with me.”

The sun had started to set on your last day on the island, painting the sky in a mixture of golds, oranges and reds. You leaned back in the chair on the balcony and took a bite of one of the watermelon slices you’d ordered from room service. Tom had his legs stretched out in front of him, crossed at the ankles. He pushed up his glasses and looked back over the script for Cherry he had resting on his lap. He’d been asking non-stop for almost ten minutes for you to read it with him, but your only acting experience went as far as being cast as a lamb in the school nativity when you were seven. Feeling your stare, Tom turned back and gave you the puppy eyes that were impossible to resist.

“Oh alright, give it here,” you sighed and accepted the script. Tom pointed out where to start from and you sat up a little straighter in your seat, pulling a leg up underneath you. “Before we start, you should know that I’m no Meryl Streep.”

“Nor am I,” he said with a shrug of a shoulder. He kept his eyes on you while you read, feeding off your reactions. There were a few lines he completely forgot or muddled up with another. Watching him turn into a completely different person was fascinating. How could someone so sweet and innocent instantly switch to a man struggling with a drug addiction? That was talent. Pure talent. There were a few scenes you went over multiple times. Tom wanted to get them just right. You only stopped when the sun got too low to offer any light to read the lines. The gentle breeze from the sea picked up, sending a shiver down your spine. Seeing the cold affect you, Tom went inside to grab a blanket, so you picked up your phone to read your messages.

There were messages from the usual group of friends and your mother, which you swiftly replied to, then decided to check Instagram. Since people had found out about your relationship with Tom, you’d found yourself steering away from posting and avoided looking at any comments or private messages. But what was the harm in having a little look now? The abuse had calmed down a lot since it first started, though there were still messages here and there calling you names and reminding you that Tom deserved better. You scrolled through your private messages, deleting ones you didn’t like the look off just from the preview. Then one caught your eye. After a quick glance behind your shoulder to check Tom was still busy inside, you read what one of Tom’s apparent fans had sent.

Disgusting wasn’t even the word. You read the message over and over, feeling more nauseous each time. It wasn’t a secret you kept from anyone that you were adopted, but that information would only be found on your personal account that you kept private from those you didn’t know. But this person knew and they weren’t shy about expressing how your biological parents should have gotten rid of you instead because clearly they didn’t want you. And if they didn’t want you then no one else would? Who would be crazy enough to love someone else’s throwaway? Tom deserved someone more on his level and someone who wasn’t using him for fame, they said. Someone he’d be proud of. To finish it off, they gave their wishes for you to end your life.

The phone fell from your hands when you jumped out of your skin at the feeling of a blanket being wrapped around your shoulders. You hadn’t heard Tom come back out.

“You reading a story or something?” Tom asked with a chuckle, having caught a glimpse of the length of the message.

You cleared your throat to get rid of the lump that had formed and picked your phone up from the ground. “Oh. Um. Y-yeah, a story,” you agreed quickly and mentally cursed at how your voice wobbled. After locking your phone, you curled up on the chair and pulled the blanket tighter around your frame.

“Hey, what’s up?” His voice was soft and his frown deep after catching the shakiness. He reached over and brushed some hair from your face. “Darling, what’s wrong? Was my acting really that bad?” He flashed a smile, but it failed to ignite and fizzled out.

Through tear-filled eyes, you looked over at him and bit your lower lip. He deserved to know, right? If it was the other way around, you would want to know if he was getting sent messages of this sort. But would that just be running away and hiding behind him, using him as a shield against the people who sent hate? You took a deep breath and unlocked your phone to the message, then handed it over. As he read his face hardened and his jaw clenched. You’d never seen such fury in his eyes. After reading that message Tom flicked back to the other messages you’d yet to delete and read through a few of them, his anger continuing to build up.

“Why’ve you never said anything to me?” he asked quietly, running his fingers along his stubble. He put the phone back on the table and sighed heavily. “There’s hundreds of them, [Y/N]. How come you haven’t told me you were getting this sort of abuse?” He was angry at the senders, yes, but there was some anger directed towards you. All you could do was shrug lamely because what excuse did you really have? That you didn’t want to bother him, that you didn’t think he should know because it would mean even more work for him to deal with? There was no excuse, not really. “Oh come on,” he huffed and stood to lean against the balcony fence. He ran his hand through his hair and pulled at it a little, then turned back to you. “How long has this been going on?”

You couldn’t bear to look at him and see the frustration on his face so you focused on picking at your nail polish. “Since we were first spotted together,” you mumbled and chanced a look to see him shake his head. “Look, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” you said, voice a little louder now. “I just… I didn’t want to burden you with my problems.”

“Your problems? Babe, you wouldn’t be getting this sort of shit if you weren’t seen with me.”

“Well maybe we should be more careful,” you huffed and pulled the blanket closer as the wind picked up.

“What, so you’d rather not be seen with me?” Tom questioned with a harshness to his tone.

Your head shot up at his words. “What? No, of course not! I just…” You looked around as though searching for the right thing to say. “I just wish this wasn’t part of our relationship.”

“It’s not, [Y/N]. It shouldn’t be.”

“Yeah, well it is.”

With a heavy sigh, Tom pushed himself away from the fence and moved back over towards your side. He knelt down next to your chair. “I’m sorry you’ve been spoken to like this.”

“Sorry?” you frowned. “Why are you sorry? You’re not the one sending the messages.”

“No, but like I said, you wouldn’t be getting them if it weren’t for me.”

“Oh come off it, Tom, it’s not all about you,” you said with a slightly forced chuckle and took a hold of his hand. He brought your hand to his lips and kissed your fingers.

“Would you like me to say something?” he asked softly and brushed that stubborn piece of hair from your face again. “I can message all those people back and tell them to basically fuck off.”

You shook your head quickly. “No, they’ll probably get off on that and convince themselves that you’ll then fall in love with them or something. Really, Tom, it’s fine. I can deal with it myself.”

“Clearly,” he said quietly and took his phone from the back pocket of his shorts. When he opened up his Instagram app, you sighed.

“No, Tom, really. It might get people to send me more shit because it looks as though I’ve just ran away crying to you about it, which I definitely have’t,” you added quickly and pointed a finger at him, wanting to keep at least a little bit of pride.

“Well what else do you expect me to do?” he asked, ignoring your finger as he typed a message to add to his story. When you didn’t reply, he turned his screen for you to proofread. It was simple, reminding people to respect his privacy and to stop sending abuse to those he loves. It wasn’t directly pointing the finger towards you but hopefully it was still enough to at least ease the trolls even more. After your nod of approval, Tom posted it to his story and then put his phone away. “There,” he said and kissed your nose. “Now promise me that from now on you’ll tell me things like this? I don’t want you keeping secrets from me, especially when it’s something like this.”

The promise was made and a kiss was given to seal the deal. You felt better after letting Tom in on what had always been niggling away at the back of your mind. Things had been sorted. At least for now.

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monstaxperiments · 5 years ago

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Monsta X reaction to being jealous of your male friend (pt. 1)..~

Jooheon:

..~ Your bff, Mike has been working his ass off at his new job and finally has a Saturday off. You and Mike have been bffs since high school and even dated a short while but decided it would be best to just be friends. To catch up, he suggests hanging out, but it was also you and your bf Jooheon’s date night, so you decide to spend the day with both of your favorite guys. Jooheon was reluctant to let Mike tag along on your date but knows how close you two have been and he just wants to see you happy. He regrets his decision as soon as Mike walks up the theater steps and sees you practically sprinting to give him a huge hug. A hug that Jooheon felt took a little longer than needed. He says hello and gives Mike the fakest smile he could muster and follows behind the two of you into the theater lobby. Why am I following behind them? I’m y/n’s boyfriend not this guy Jooheon thinks to himself as he not so subtly squeezes in between you and Mike. You and Mike give him an odd look but brushes it off. “Oh, don’t worry about it, I got this,” Mike says as he pulls out his wallet “I feel like the third wheel anyway so I’ll pay for everyone’s ticket. Also just to say thanks Jooheon for letting me tag along. Not a lot of boyfriends would do that.” Mike gives Jooheon a friendly smile. “Yeah no problem.”Jooheon says with that fake smile of his. “Yeah you are third wheel.” Jooheon mumbles under his breathe just as Mike turns away to pay for the tickets. The three of you walk toward the concession stand next. “What do you guys want? I’m buying.” Mike says taking out a wad of cash. Jooheon rolls his eyes so hard he could’ve sworn he saw his brain. “Wow Mike! You’re really getting paid at your new job!” You say in a super impressed tone. A tone that Jooheon couldn’t help but feel inferior to. “Well, you know.” Mike says with a nonchalant shrug “Pretty soon you’ll be hanging out with a rich man” He smiles down at you, nudges you playfully. “Rich men get all the pretty girls.” Mike says this last sentence while looking over his shoulder at Jooheon with a sinister smirk. Jooheon stands there dumbfounded, unable to speak. You make your choices and Mike steps forward to pay for it “No I got it!” Jooheon says while squeezing in between you two again causing Mike to stumble back almost falling to the ground. “Jooheon! Stop being so so rude!” You say. “I’m not being rude, y/n. You’re my girlfriend I should be the one taking care of you.” Jooheon says while smiling at the clerk, handing them the cash. You three finally make it into the movie theater, with you in the middle. Jooheon rolls his eyes as he sees you and Mike chit chatting and giggling and sitting closely while waiting for the movie to start. Now he felt like the third wheel.

The movie is about 30 minutes in and Jooheon finally felt at peace. You and Mike weren’t talking or giggling about the old days. Jooheon looks over at you to make sure you were enjoying the movie when he sees Mike’s arm over your seat. That sent Jooheon into a rage. “Ok I’ve had enough!” Jooheon yells as he stands up from his seat. A few people shush him and others turn around to see whats going on but Jooheon doesn’t care. He swats Mike arm away from you and gently pulls you up from your seat. “Since you got here you’ve been trying to steal y/n away from me but it stops right now. Don’t ever contact y/n again. And I better not see your face ever again.” He takes your hand and drags you out of the theater.

Back in the car headed home ~ “I’m sorry y/n. I know you were really excited for that movie. I’ll take you to go see it again another time but I had to get you away from that guy.” He hears a sigh of relief from you. “I’m so glad you did. He was giving off weird vibes all night. And besides seeing you all jealous and possessive like that was a huge turn on.” You smirk at him. “Oh yeah? Well I must look unbelievably sexy right now because that guy really pissed me off.” “Yeah... I’m wondering if I should tell you he tried to grab my butt a few times.” Jooheon almost completely brakes on the highway, earning him a few car honks. “WHAT???” Jooheon is once again dumbfounded and threatens to turn the car around to kick some ass “Jooheon you can’t turn around on a one way street!”

I.M:

..~ “Ahahahahaha I win again y/n.” I.M says while sticking his tongue out at you like a little kid. This is the sixth round in a row you’ve lost to I.M while playing Mortal Kombat 11. You were starting to get annoyed but let him have his little victory. “I’m tired of this game. Can we play something else now?” You ask pouting and batting your eyes. “Sure. What game do you feel like losing next?” I.M chuckles to himself as he looks through the drawer full of games. Just then a notification pops up on the screen. ‘Handsomeguy90 is now online’. “Yay! Jesse is online!” I.M’s shoulder slump at the sound of that name. Jesse. Your bff from college. He currently lives about 10 hours away so I.M rarely had to see him, but he definitely hears his voice way too often. Another notification appears on the screen. ‘Handsomeguy90 is inviting you to play The Sims Online’. That was what you and Jesse liked to play together. An online game of avatars living everyday life and being able to text chat and voice chat with other players. Unfortunately for I.M, you two liked to voice chat. You grab the main controller from I.M’s lap and grab the headset that sat under the coffee table. You accept the invitation. “I guess were done?” I.M drops his hands into his lap with a sad expression. “Hey Jesse!” You say a little too excitedly. “Hey y/n! How are you? You sound so good!” I.M can hear Jesse’s voice through the headset which gave him a headache. He listens as you and Jesse make small talk before starting up the game. In this game you and Jesse’s avatars were married and had two kids with a third on the way. I.M hated when you played this game with Jesse. It made him feel like he wasn’t giving you what your heart truly wanted or you actually really wanted to be with Jesse. He watched with disgust as Jesse’s avatar continuously flirted with your avatar and also listened with disgust as Jesse said whatever his avatar said to your avatar. Things like you’re looking extra sexy today, that dress you’re wearing makes your butt look amazing, I love you so much, we were meant to be together, and so on. I.M couldn’t take it anymore. He got up to get a drink from the kitchen. As he returns he sees another avatar on the screen with the name I.M. The I.M in the game was an ugly old man with horrible traits and was the neighbor of you and Jesse. “What the fuck is that?” I.M asks in an annoyed tone. “Oh, Jesse thought it would be fun to include you in the game as sort of a comedy character. You’re our teched old neighbor who likes to spy on us and leave weird things in our mailbox and stuff like that. Isn’t that funny?” I.M just stares at you for a long moment. “Is he ok?” I.M could hear Jesse through the headset laughing. I.M swiftly lifts the headset from your ears. “Hey!” You exclaim in shock. “Goodbye Jesse.” I.M says into the headset and walks to the console and turns it off. “I.M what the hell?!” You say as you stand to turn it back on but I.M stands in your way. “Y/n I don’t want you playing that game with that guy ever again.” I.M says calmly. “You’re really that upset over a character in a game? It was just a stupid joke for the game.” You say crossing your arms. “I don’t care about the character, I care about the fact that you have this make believe life with a guy who obviously likes you says all this weird flirty stuff in your ear. That’s my job! I’m suppose to say weird flirty stuff in your ear.” You slowly uncross your arms listening to I.M. He was jealous. You felt bad for making him feel this way and being oblivious that you were doing it. You walk towards him and drape your arms around his waist. “I’m sorry baby you’re right only you can say weird flirty things to me.” I.M smiles and drapes his arms around your shoulders. “That’s right babe” he says kissing you on your forehead.

Hyungwon:

..~ Hyungwon was asked to walk in a fashion show of a luxury brand. He got you a front row seat which made you super nervous. Only the elite sit front row at fashion shows, especially for luxury brands. Since Hyungwon was walking in the show, you two arrived early. While Hyungwon was backstage, you sat at the bar. You were sitting alone for a while until a handsome young man takes the seat next to you. He greets you with a hello and you greet him back. “What’s a pretty model doing here at the bar instead of getting ready backstage?” The man asks you after ordering a drink. You giggle and explain you’re not a model but your boyfriend is modeling in the show. “Oh what a shame to waste such a beautiful face and body to just have you sit in the crowd. How about you sit next to me then?” He says while sipping on his rather expensive looking drink. “I don’t think we can just change seats like that.” You say still a little flattered while sipping on your own drink. He smirks “I don’t think anyone would have a problem with it.” The two of you sit and chat for another hour until the show is about to start. While telling each other about yourselves, you learned that his name was Jason and that he was the son of the designer of the luxury brand and heir to the business. Hyungwon originally had you sitting on the left side at the end of the runway but now that you were sitting with Jason you were sitting on the right side dead in the middle. As you follow Jason you could feel the stares and hear the whispers of the elite around you. You notice the press turning their camera in your direction. You hear Jason chuckle. “They act like they’ve never seen a beautiful woman before. Tell your boyfriend to watch out, they might think we’re a couple y/n.” Jason flashes you a flirty smile. Suddenly the music changes, the outer lights dim, the inner lights start to flashes and swirl around each other, and the emcee comes on stage to start the show. You watch as the gorgeous and handsome models walk up and down the runway in awe. Soon you see a familiar face strutting down the runway. You let out a small shriek of excitement, you see Jason turn to you with curiosity, you smile and point at Hyungwon, “That’s my boyfriend.” Jason nods his head understandingly. You see Hyungwon’s eyes look in the direction of where he originally had you sitting. Oh shit where is she? She couldn’t find her seat? She didn’t get kicked out did she? Questions were racing through Hyungwon’s head and he started to get worried but he had to keep a straight face. Hyungwon gets to the end of the runway, strikes a pose and turns to walk back up the runway, but something catches his eye as he walks a few steps. He sees you waving your hands just at chest level. He was relieved to see you in crowd but he also notices another hand. On your shoulder. Belonging to the guy sitting next to you, smiling at him. In your excitement you hadn’t noticed that Jason’s arm found it’s way around your shoulder. Hyungwon was so shocked, confused, and distracted he almost walked right into the oncoming model going the opposite direction. A few gasps from the crowd were heard as Hyungwon quickly regains his composure and continues to walk backstage. You couldn’t help but feel bad for the sudden change, blaming yourself for distracting Hyungwon. Jason notices your state and comforts you, pulling you closer to him. I can’t believe the nerve of that guy Hyungwon thinks as he prepares for his final outfit. He had met Jason earlier that day and thought he was a decent guy. They bonded a little before the show, sharing things about their personal lives. Hyungwon even told him that his girlfriend was here at the show supporting him and that he felt bad that he had to leave her at the bar. That asshole. He better not let me catch him in the streets. Hyungwon finishes putting on his final outfit and waits behind the curtain for his turn. He peers around the curtain to the audience and sees you and Jason huddled together. Jason is even rubbing the top of your head. That’s my head! Hyungwon is furious. The model that went before Hyungwon is nearing backstage. Now it’s Hyungwon’s turn. He struts his stuff onto the catwalk. You were too busy with Jason to notice it was his turn again, but Jason definitely notices and makes sure you’re attention is on him. Hyungwom reaches the end of the catwalk, poses and turns around to exit. You finally notice. Hyungwon reaches the middle of the catwalk, and stops. Then he stretches out his hand towards you, eyes keeping forward. The whole room seemed to stare and stare out of intrigue, confusion, and everything in between, especially you. Almost in a trance like state you slowly rise to your feet, walk towards the catwalk, take that one step onto the catwalk, and grab Hyungwon’s hand. The camera flashes go off rapidly, a few cheers are heard from the crowd as you and Hyungwon walk hand in hand down the catwalk towards backstage. Just before you two turn the corner to be out of sight of the crowd, Hyungwon slightly turns his head toward Jason and winks.

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